Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Updates
Well. I'm pregnant! About 13 weeks. I had my second appointment yesterday and learned that I've dropped ten pounds in less than a month. They even had to use a smaller band to take my blood pressure with--I didn't know whether I should be flattered or mortified! They put me on anti-nausea medication last time, but it didn't work, but I'm trying it again with another medication. Some days I can't keep anything down, and other days I feel *almost* normal. And whoever called it "morning" sickness is delusional. And I hate them.
We've got pictures from the first ultrasound, and Shawn recorded the baby's heartbeat yesterday, but we'll see if I get around to posting them on my blog. I'm so behind in homework and stuff (hey, YOU try painting with smelly oils! Whenever I catch a whiff of it, a wave of nausea hits hard), it's embarrassing. All I can do most days is lay down on my futon and watch TV from my laptop, and try not to throw up from even THAT exertion. I'm starting to get dizzy/weak spells, too. Haven't fainted yet, though, which is nice. Yeesh. And I average about an hour late every morning to work. Luckily my boss is super understanding about it, and we forward the phone to another secretary until I get in.
Oh, and I also learned that I have a heart murmur. And I guess it runs in the family. My mom claims she told us, but I would've remembered something like that.
I'd share my entertaining vomit stories, but I wouldn't want to gross you guys out. Unless you want me to! Just let me know :-)
We've got pictures from the first ultrasound, and Shawn recorded the baby's heartbeat yesterday, but we'll see if I get around to posting them on my blog. I'm so behind in homework and stuff (hey, YOU try painting with smelly oils! Whenever I catch a whiff of it, a wave of nausea hits hard), it's embarrassing. All I can do most days is lay down on my futon and watch TV from my laptop, and try not to throw up from even THAT exertion. I'm starting to get dizzy/weak spells, too. Haven't fainted yet, though, which is nice. Yeesh. And I average about an hour late every morning to work. Luckily my boss is super understanding about it, and we forward the phone to another secretary until I get in.
Oh, and I also learned that I have a heart murmur. And I guess it runs in the family. My mom claims she told us, but I would've remembered something like that.
I'd share my entertaining vomit stories, but I wouldn't want to gross you guys out. Unless you want me to! Just let me know :-)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
That's why I ride a bike! (Name that movie!)
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2009/07/19/technology/20090719-driving-game.html
So THIS game really freaked me out as to the real dangers of texting while driving. While I know texting while driving is stupid, and I wouldn't do it, this game gets rid of any lingering temptations to get in a quick text message, even if I'm at a stop light.
Even if I DID do better than average! ;-)
So THIS game really freaked me out as to the real dangers of texting while driving. While I know texting while driving is stupid, and I wouldn't do it, this game gets rid of any lingering temptations to get in a quick text message, even if I'm at a stop light.
Even if I DID do better than average! ;-)
Friday, July 10, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
And ANOTHER thing!
So these past couple of weeks have been fraught with season finales. Here are my thoughts on a couple of them.
I really like Life on Mars. I love the characters, the storyline works, and the chemistry between No Nuts and Sam is great (except when he kept going for other girls, the idiot). Gretchen Mol's No Nuts is one of the most likeable and yet uncontrived characters I've seen on TV. I want to be her!
But then... Came then...
(Anyone?) Yeah. They COMPLETELY ruined the entire show, and all it took was the last five minutes of the episode. I came away angry and annoyed and betrayed. Clues all along the way, my foot. They throw you a treat, you bite, and the hook sinks right into your cheek. Grrr!!!! I don't want to give it away for anyone who hasn't seen it. I just wanted to let you know it Royally Sucked. Capitalized.
The other show I wish to address is, "Life." I honestly don't care all that much for that show. I just really really like Damien Lewis, even though his character can be a little annoying at times. My favorite character on the show is Ted, the excon for corporate embezzling that lives with Detective Crews until he gets back on his feet. It was because I liked him so much I went back and looked for other shows he had been on, and proceeded to watch the first season of Chicago Hope. THAT'S how likeable a character he was. Anyway, the point is the show was a little better than mediocre, but the season finale ROCKED!!!! One punch to the throat, and the problems of a thousand people are gone in an instant. Good jorb, Life writers! I may have gasped then giggled. And THAT my friends, is how you end a show.
I really like Life on Mars. I love the characters, the storyline works, and the chemistry between No Nuts and Sam is great (except when he kept going for other girls, the idiot). Gretchen Mol's No Nuts is one of the most likeable and yet uncontrived characters I've seen on TV. I want to be her!
But then... Came then...
(Anyone?) Yeah. They COMPLETELY ruined the entire show, and all it took was the last five minutes of the episode. I came away angry and annoyed and betrayed. Clues all along the way, my foot. They throw you a treat, you bite, and the hook sinks right into your cheek. Grrr!!!! I don't want to give it away for anyone who hasn't seen it. I just wanted to let you know it Royally Sucked. Capitalized.
The other show I wish to address is, "Life." I honestly don't care all that much for that show. I just really really like Damien Lewis, even though his character can be a little annoying at times. My favorite character on the show is Ted, the excon for corporate embezzling that lives with Detective Crews until he gets back on his feet. It was because I liked him so much I went back and looked for other shows he had been on, and proceeded to watch the first season of Chicago Hope. THAT'S how likeable a character he was. Anyway, the point is the show was a little better than mediocre, but the season finale ROCKED!!!! One punch to the throat, and the problems of a thousand people are gone in an instant. Good jorb, Life writers! I may have gasped then giggled. And THAT my friends, is how you end a show.
Friday, April 10, 2009
I now declare this bridge open!
I got a full ride scholarship for Spring and Summer! Which means I can EASILY graduate fall semester (having to take only 6.5 credits if need be, but there are a couple of other classes I REALLY want to take *cough like aqueous media cough* so 12.5 it is). I'm taking bookbinding Spring semester! I... cannot... wait... words... cannot... describe... how... excited... I am... but... perhaps... these... ellipses... can... GOSH in the Relief Society newsletter a couple of Sundays ago THE ENTIRE THING was written in fragmented sentences separated only by ellipses. I honestly could not finish reading it it aggravated the nerves so much.
I'm listening to The Prestige right now on tape. I swear that's the only thing that has gotten me through some of my classes the past week. I'm so burnt out! Burned out...? Dreamt is a great word.
Our garden is really starting to come along! We have our little peat moss pod things precariously balanced on the top shelf of Shawn's desk. They get me all sorts of excited when I see them. I think gardening is in my top two or three activities I find the most completely satisfying and enjoyable. The other two (four?) are probably painting/drawing and sewing/knitting. So creating, if you want to condense them all down to just one.
Cleaning one's house spotless is incredibly satisfying, but enjoyable it is not. In case you were confused on the matter.
I can't wait for the semester to be done. Eight classes (even though they weren't simultaneous) is enough to kill anyone! Or at least me. I had my last figure drawing class today. Whew! My teacher said I'll probably get an A- in the class, which is a relief. I had no idea how much I truly sucked at drawing scantily clad people until I took that class. It didn't help that it was a once a week, five hour class. I can and usually do work on my art projects 6-10 hours straight at a time, without hesitation or dread. But there is something about that class, knowing there is no escape for five hours, and having to sit in such an awkward position (my shoulders are thrust forward, putting pressure on my chest) that gets my anxiety freaking out within an hour or two. Imagine an asthma attack combined with a heart attack (not that I've ever had either, but it's got to feel someone like that), and that's how my chest feels during that class. Thankfully, my teacher zipped through the final review of each of our sketchpads (and woo hoo, didn't even bother to look at our sketchbooks which we were supposed to fill up... I may have only "filled up" like 20 pages...) so I was done two hours early. I stayed a little longer to draw, but even with listening to the blessed words of The Prestige, I couldn't handle it any more, packed up my stuff, went home, crawled into bed and watched Bones on my lap top. Stupid show, but it gets the job done when you need to turn your mind off and unwind. I still have so many projects to work on, but it's nice to be done with at least one class this early.
Now if I could only find the time to clean my house again. Did I mention I spent nine hours two Saturdays ago cleaning it spotless? Yeah. That serenity (great movie!!) and cleanliness lasted less than a week. And is now worse than it was before I cleaned it. Sick sick sick sick sick.
Oh yeah! I GOT BANGS! AND I LOVE THEM! They're slightly side-swept, and now when I catch my reflection in windows and the like, I think "hm!" instead of "OHMYGOSHWHY DIDN'TANYBODYTELLME!!" And I've dried my hair nearly every morning since. Huge improvement when I would maybe dry it once a week. Maybe. Thank God for small pick-me-ups like a short fringe of hair across one's forehead.
I'm listening to The Prestige right now on tape. I swear that's the only thing that has gotten me through some of my classes the past week. I'm so burnt out! Burned out...? Dreamt is a great word.
Our garden is really starting to come along! We have our little peat moss pod things precariously balanced on the top shelf of Shawn's desk. They get me all sorts of excited when I see them. I think gardening is in my top two or three activities I find the most completely satisfying and enjoyable. The other two (four?) are probably painting/drawing and sewing/knitting. So creating, if you want to condense them all down to just one.
Cleaning one's house spotless is incredibly satisfying, but enjoyable it is not. In case you were confused on the matter.
I can't wait for the semester to be done. Eight classes (even though they weren't simultaneous) is enough to kill anyone! Or at least me. I had my last figure drawing class today. Whew! My teacher said I'll probably get an A- in the class, which is a relief. I had no idea how much I truly sucked at drawing scantily clad people until I took that class. It didn't help that it was a once a week, five hour class. I can and usually do work on my art projects 6-10 hours straight at a time, without hesitation or dread. But there is something about that class, knowing there is no escape for five hours, and having to sit in such an awkward position (my shoulders are thrust forward, putting pressure on my chest) that gets my anxiety freaking out within an hour or two. Imagine an asthma attack combined with a heart attack (not that I've ever had either, but it's got to feel someone like that), and that's how my chest feels during that class. Thankfully, my teacher zipped through the final review of each of our sketchpads (and woo hoo, didn't even bother to look at our sketchbooks which we were supposed to fill up... I may have only "filled up" like 20 pages...) so I was done two hours early. I stayed a little longer to draw, but even with listening to the blessed words of The Prestige, I couldn't handle it any more, packed up my stuff, went home, crawled into bed and watched Bones on my lap top. Stupid show, but it gets the job done when you need to turn your mind off and unwind. I still have so many projects to work on, but it's nice to be done with at least one class this early.
Now if I could only find the time to clean my house again. Did I mention I spent nine hours two Saturdays ago cleaning it spotless? Yeah. That serenity (great movie!!) and cleanliness lasted less than a week. And is now worse than it was before I cleaned it. Sick sick sick sick sick.
Oh yeah! I GOT BANGS! AND I LOVE THEM! They're slightly side-swept, and now when I catch my reflection in windows and the like, I think "hm!" instead of "OHMYGOSHWHY DIDN'TANYBODYTELLME!!" And I've dried my hair nearly every morning since. Huge improvement when I would maybe dry it once a week. Maybe. Thank God for small pick-me-ups like a short fringe of hair across one's forehead.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Fringe Science
So, I hate my forehead. And my face. I want to get bangs again. My mom says she likes me better with bangs, my husband is in every way against it. What do you think (About me getting bangs, not about my self-facial hatred)?
Watch Fringe. I can't explain why I like it, I think it's badly written but still endearing at the same time. And boy, I do like me some bad sci-fi TV shows.
Watch Fringe. I can't explain why I like it, I think it's badly written but still endearing at the same time. And boy, I do like me some bad sci-fi TV shows.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Bah!
So just kidding about graduating at the end of this year. While I could take out a loan and conceivably graduate this Fall, financially it makes more sense to work full time and graduate next Winter semester (so in April). Counterintuitive to put off graduating, I know, but that's the way pell grants work. I wouldn't be covered for spring and summer as I am for fall/winter. And that means I can work hopefully full time over the spring and summer term as well. Blech. Which I guess will give me the time I need to actually finish my stupid independent study classes (thanks go to Jessica for informing me I can extend that deadline another three months. Whew! With eight classes this semester I barely have time to eat!). I love my watercolor class although it seems I've hit a rut. So far out of the eleven paintings I've done, my second one is by far and away my best one (pictured). I have a super hard time painting anything bigger than about 5x7 inches, too (my teacher really wants the paintings to be more like 11x15 inches, although he does count large margins into that equation, which is nice!). Bah! I like my art tiny, thank you very much! I think I get that from my mom. When you shrink something it automatically makes it cute and intricate. Minus spiders. Unless they are very very very very tiny. Then maybe.
Lithography is driving me NUTS. While it's fun to have a process, I hate having to reprint a picture over and over and over. I'm always much more satisfied with my original drawing. And I've worn two holes into my left thumb, had to needle/drain a blister on my left palm, and have red raw marks all over both palms and fingers. And don't even bring up the ink stains plaguing my fingernails. I even had to cut my nails! *sob!* It's not as hands-on or as organic in the same way painting is, so I don't really enjoy it the same way. Or really enjoy it that much at all. It's just not me. I think I'll be fine just looking at other people's lithographs. Especially now that I can appreciate all the pain and precision and time that went into them.
I'm starting to enjoy my figure drawing class now that I've finally (hopefully--I guess we'll see if she wants to sit next to me this Friday) made a friend and I've reconciled myself to the fact that I just physically cannot draw the way my teacher does. My chest barely hurt by the end of last Friday, too, while the two previous weeks the pain was completely unbearable. O Anxiety! How i hate thee! (And I didn't have any problems last semester with it, either! So frustrating!) Funny the things a friend can help with! Did I mention it's a five hour class? As in straight.
Next block of this semester I'll be taking an oil painting class, sculpture and intaglio. Hope it goes well!
Lithography is driving me NUTS. While it's fun to have a process, I hate having to reprint a picture over and over and over. I'm always much more satisfied with my original drawing. And I've worn two holes into my left thumb, had to needle/drain a blister on my left palm, and have red raw marks all over both palms and fingers. And don't even bring up the ink stains plaguing my fingernails. I even had to cut my nails! *sob!* It's not as hands-on or as organic in the same way painting is, so I don't really enjoy it the same way. Or really enjoy it that much at all. It's just not me. I think I'll be fine just looking at other people's lithographs. Especially now that I can appreciate all the pain and precision and time that went into them.
I'm starting to enjoy my figure drawing class now that I've finally (hopefully--I guess we'll see if she wants to sit next to me this Friday) made a friend and I've reconciled myself to the fact that I just physically cannot draw the way my teacher does. My chest barely hurt by the end of last Friday, too, while the two previous weeks the pain was completely unbearable. O Anxiety! How i hate thee! (And I didn't have any problems last semester with it, either! So frustrating!) Funny the things a friend can help with! Did I mention it's a five hour class? As in straight.
Next block of this semester I'll be taking an oil painting class, sculpture and intaglio. Hope it goes well!
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Three A's, two A-'s (I'm mad though--I TOTALLY deserved an all-out A for one of those classes. Stupid highfalutin art faculty snobs who brought down my grade because of some made up reason I can't understand. *fist shakeage* I worked my butt off!!!), and a pass (basically an A). In the words of my beloved Amy: whoo hoo!!!
Went home to Seattle for a week and visited my daddy. Went to the EMP, Pike Place Market, Capitol Hill, Port Townsend... saw Amy and Janay... got caught up on my Perry Mason and Alfred Hitchcock Presents... watched the unedited version of Blink on TV... learned my lesson... came home at two in the morning, slept through sacrament but went for nursery... learned that church now starts at nine in the morning instead of eleven... blushed... came home and still haven't touched the house... but any minute now... oh and it was so scary--we came home and the light was on and the door was unlocked!!!!!! nothing was taken though. So confused. I could've sworn up and down that we left it turned off and firmly locked. Maybe Kyle checked in on the place... will update later on the subject...
Went home to Seattle for a week and visited my daddy. Went to the EMP, Pike Place Market, Capitol Hill, Port Townsend... saw Amy and Janay... got caught up on my Perry Mason and Alfred Hitchcock Presents... watched the unedited version of Blink on TV... learned my lesson... came home at two in the morning, slept through sacrament but went for nursery... learned that church now starts at nine in the morning instead of eleven... blushed... came home and still haven't touched the house... but any minute now... oh and it was so scary--we came home and the light was on and the door was unlocked!!!!!! nothing was taken though. So confused. I could've sworn up and down that we left it turned off and firmly locked. Maybe Kyle checked in on the place... will update later on the subject...
Friday, December 12, 2008
Classes are finished. Just one Final, one English Portfolio and one Meeting with an art teacher and by the end of next Thursday, I'm done! Yay fun cool!! Then on to two independent study classes I should've (and was totally able to) completed this past summer. Yeeeesh!!!
My mom got me the most beautiful vacuum in the world for our Christmas present. That's right. A DYSON!!!!!
Isn't it beautiful? Oh my goodness gracious me. I am so loved!
I've also discovered Freaks and Geeks. About four episodes into it. SO GOOD!
My mom got me the most beautiful vacuum in the world for our Christmas present. That's right. A DYSON!!!!!
Isn't it beautiful? Oh my goodness gracious me. I am so loved!I've also discovered Freaks and Geeks. About four episodes into it. SO GOOD!
Friday, November 07, 2008
I'm so excited!! I'm so excited!!! I'm so... scared...
Not really. Just REALLY excited. Because Shawn bought me THIS yesterday (after telling me that he only really got me a gift note. Not a gift to go with it. Har de har har):
AAAAAAAAACK! I CAN'T HANDLE IT!!! I've been lusting after one of these for YEARS! And my day has finally come! Well in 5-9 days. But whatever.
AAAAAAAAACK! I CAN'T HANDLE IT!!! I've been lusting after one of these for YEARS! And my day has finally come! Well in 5-9 days. But whatever.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Is it so wrong?
Is it so wrong that even though I would've voted for McCain, I'm kinda glad Obama won? On the world stage I think it will make other countries happier with America, and even though that shouldn't be the end all priority to such a decision, it is kind of a big deal. And I think it's healthy that the presidency exchanges parties every several years. While I don't agree with the vast majority of Democratic Liberal ideals, I don't think it's healthy to always stay on one side of things. Does that make sense? I think part of checks and balances inherent in the country's government system is the exchange of power and party every 4-8 years. While I don't agree with most of Obama's politics, I did feel a strange emotion when I learned that he had won--hope. I think he might be able to do some good in this country. I guess we'll see!
Is it wrong that even though I'm for Prop 8, I kind of wish it hadn't passed just because I was so disgusted with the reaction of some of my classmates? It's comments like, "Let's ship them off to an island, they'll die out after a generation anyway," that doesn't do our side or religion any favors, my friends. I had friends back at home who are homosexual. I recognize their sincere desire to be happy, and that they are genuinely good people. While I don't agree with their lifestyle, I can't force my views on them (or vice versa!) and measure them up to the same beliefs I hold as far as the morality of homosexuality goes. I believe the institution of marriage is strictly between a man and woman (and I don't think comparing the worse of marriages to the best of homosexual relationships is the way to go, either. I wouldn't want my worst moments to be solely used to represent who I am as a person. It's the intention and purpose of what marriage is, not always the reality that is at stake here). I think intolerance is a lot messier than people would like to believe. It's wrong to call someone intolerant just for having religious beliefs that don't gel with your own. It's also wrong to be hateful towards those who don't share your religious beliefs. That IS intolerant. Prop 8 prevailed by the people's vote. But that didn't come without a price. Let's hope we're willing to pay that price with understanding and love. Not by spewing hateful intolerant epithets. Sometimes it's when we win that our true natures are revealed.
And now for something completely different: Go to www.Failblog.org. It's freaking hilarious.
Is it wrong that even though I'm for Prop 8, I kind of wish it hadn't passed just because I was so disgusted with the reaction of some of my classmates? It's comments like, "Let's ship them off to an island, they'll die out after a generation anyway," that doesn't do our side or religion any favors, my friends. I had friends back at home who are homosexual. I recognize their sincere desire to be happy, and that they are genuinely good people. While I don't agree with their lifestyle, I can't force my views on them (or vice versa!) and measure them up to the same beliefs I hold as far as the morality of homosexuality goes. I believe the institution of marriage is strictly between a man and woman (and I don't think comparing the worse of marriages to the best of homosexual relationships is the way to go, either. I wouldn't want my worst moments to be solely used to represent who I am as a person. It's the intention and purpose of what marriage is, not always the reality that is at stake here). I think intolerance is a lot messier than people would like to believe. It's wrong to call someone intolerant just for having religious beliefs that don't gel with your own. It's also wrong to be hateful towards those who don't share your religious beliefs. That IS intolerant. Prop 8 prevailed by the people's vote. But that didn't come without a price. Let's hope we're willing to pay that price with understanding and love. Not by spewing hateful intolerant epithets. Sometimes it's when we win that our true natures are revealed.
And now for something completely different: Go to www.Failblog.org. It's freaking hilarious.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
These are a few of my favorite things!!!!
Okay, so I guess I should be a little more positive for this next blog. And you did give me the idea, Jessica, but all I saw was the rant against V-necks on guys (which I wholeheartedly agree with. *shudders*), nothing else. After having a dream of Shawn dying of cancer and another dream where we were both called again to serve a mission (but in different countries--I think I was called back to England!), I've learned to treasure Shawn that much more. Until I told him about that first dream and he told me he really IS dying of cancer. Har de har de har.
Online coupons!!! I found one that actually worked, and got twenty bucks off my ultimate Kari shoes!!! That's right, ugly cute plain penny loafers: (except I got mine in kind of a dark tan). These shoes will be the third pair of the same exact style I've gone through thus far. The last pair I owned though was in high school, so I've been pining after these shoes for over six years now. Sigh. And now my day has come. They're so comfortable (at least after you break them in a bit) that I feel like I'm in a little bit of heaven every time I slip them on. Who cares if my dad probably has the same pair of shoes. It's just a mark of his good taste :).
ARGYLE!!! If I could wear argyle everyday, I might get sick of it, but I doubt it. My ultimate dream in regarding this semi-nerdy pattern is to have a dark brown knitted sweater vest with a light pink argyle pattern going across it. This picture is the closest I could find to what I'm looking for. Oh, and I don't care what Demitri Martin has to say on the subject. Sweater vests on guys are ridiculously hot. But with a shallow scoop neck and a button up underneath.
Corduroy. I live for corduroy. I can't help it. I also have a dream pair of dark brown corduroy trousers just waiting for me somewhere out there. Like the song. Some day! It's so worth the annoying SWISHing sound they create when you walk. They are THAT cute.
Chocolate chip cookie dough. And raw brownie mix. I don't care what anyone says, In over 20 years of eating this stuff, I have never gotten sick off it. I may or may not make cookies or brownies just so I can eat the dough.
Maxfield Parrish and Norman Rockwell. These guys kick a-word at art. I'd give anything to be that good.
The rain. It's just so sunny here ALL THE TIME. So depressing! We do get some crazy weather here, OCCASIONALLY, but I miss my rain. And it snows too much here. But the point is, rain is great. It also makes it so I don't have to water my garden everyday. Which I do most of the time. Because it never rains.
My garden. It is SO MUCH FUN using my own garden for cooking!
My mom's vacuum. Sigh. If anyone ever feels inclined to buy me a Dyson, I'll give you my address to send it to.
Crappy crime and scifi shows. Poor Shawn. Just when I finished watching a season of 24, I find out about Eureka. When I finish a season of that I discover Murder One. When I finished that I discovered Fringe and Sanctuary and Life and Burn Notice and the Mentalist (which is a total Psych ripoff, but a good enough one that I still like watching it). I don't know why I bother watching Life. I don't like it--I really like Damien Lewis as an actor, but everyone is so contrived and forced in this show, it's just annoying. Except for the dude that lives OVER the garage in his house. He's okay. Hulu--gotta love it! You can even watch old episodes of Dragnet on it! Yay fun cool!
Online coupons!!! I found one that actually worked, and got twenty bucks off my ultimate Kari shoes!!! That's right, ugly cute plain penny loafers: (except I got mine in kind of a dark tan). These shoes will be the third pair of the same exact style I've gone through thus far. The last pair I owned though was in high school, so I've been pining after these shoes for over six years now. Sigh. And now my day has come. They're so comfortable (at least after you break them in a bit) that I feel like I'm in a little bit of heaven every time I slip them on. Who cares if my dad probably has the same pair of shoes. It's just a mark of his good taste :).
ARGYLE!!! If I could wear argyle everyday, I might get sick of it, but I doubt it. My ultimate dream in regarding this semi-nerdy pattern is to have a dark brown knitted sweater vest with a light pink argyle pattern going across it. This picture is the closest I could find to what I'm looking for. Oh, and I don't care what Demitri Martin has to say on the subject. Sweater vests on guys are ridiculously hot. But with a shallow scoop neck and a button up underneath.Corduroy. I live for corduroy. I can't help it. I also have a dream pair of dark brown corduroy trousers just waiting for me somewhere out there. Like the song. Some day! It's so worth the annoying SWISHing sound they create when you walk. They are THAT cute.
Chocolate chip cookie dough. And raw brownie mix. I don't care what anyone says, In over 20 years of eating this stuff, I have never gotten sick off it. I may or may not make cookies or brownies just so I can eat the dough.
Maxfield Parrish and Norman Rockwell. These guys kick a-word at art. I'd give anything to be that good.The rain. It's just so sunny here ALL THE TIME. So depressing! We do get some crazy weather here, OCCASIONALLY, but I miss my rain. And it snows too much here. But the point is, rain is great. It also makes it so I don't have to water my garden everyday. Which I do most of the time. Because it never rains.
My garden. It is SO MUCH FUN using my own garden for cooking!
My mom's vacuum. Sigh. If anyone ever feels inclined to buy me a Dyson, I'll give you my address to send it to.
Crappy crime and scifi shows. Poor Shawn. Just when I finished watching a season of 24, I find out about Eureka. When I finish a season of that I discover Murder One. When I finished that I discovered Fringe and Sanctuary and Life and Burn Notice and the Mentalist (which is a total Psych ripoff, but a good enough one that I still like watching it). I don't know why I bother watching Life. I don't like it--I really like Damien Lewis as an actor, but everyone is so contrived and forced in this show, it's just annoying. Except for the dude that lives OVER the garage in his house. He's okay. Hulu--gotta love it! You can even watch old episodes of Dragnet on it! Yay fun cool!
Friday, September 26, 2008
You gotta read the one about the vampires, too!
http://thisistheonlylieiwillevertell.blogspot.com/2008/09/killer-seals.html
I don't care if you don't think this is funny, Shawn! I don't! I promise!
I don't care if you don't think this is funny, Shawn! I don't! I promise!
I hate so much... about the things... you choose to be...
Well not exactly. These are just a list of things I hate that I've been thinking about lately. As IF you don't do the same!!!
Pointy shoes. I don't get the appeal. Sorry people. They look like witch shoes that make your feet seem about three inches longer than they really are. I prefer the rounded toe ones, because they make my feet look tiny and sweet, and they're a butt-load more comfortable. I prefer flats, too, although heeled shoes do have a certain allure to them. But not enough to make me wear them more than 10% of the time.
Those Bolero shrug jacket things. I can't explain it. They just wax ugly to me. Even though successful in adding modesty, they just look painfully awkward. They just add yuck.
Cowboy boots-unless they're on my favorite chunky two year old in my nursery class, cowboy boots don't look good, sorry!--the more traditional, the worse it gets. Sick--heels on guys? It just doesn't work. And GOSH, the red boots Ariel wears in Footloose to rebel against her dad? I threw up a little in my mouth. Choose your battles, Ariel! This is not one you can win by, um, winning! One of my old roommates loved to go country-dancing, and would always wear her boots. Every Saturday, I died a little inside.
THESE slip-on shoes. On boys or girls. I don't care what designs are on them. If they're plain, striped or polka dotted. I don't like shoes with nothing going on around the toe, and where all the action is more near your ankle. Ugly ugly ugly. when I wear jeans, I like to be able to see more than just a smooth (even if painted!) surface when I look at my feet. I've never liked shoes like these. I guess over the years I have been warming up to them A LITTLE, but not much.
Pseudo-intellectualism--smug patting oneself on the back doesn't win you any favors with me. In my 2D art class, my teacher was going off on an anti-elitist/academic rampage, and while I agreed with most of what he said, I didn't appreciate his smug tone, especially as he coddled everyone who vocally agreed with him in class (classmate: you're totally right! I hate crappy art! I hate art critics that canonize artists one moment and utterly reject them the next! teacher: oh,
you think *smug smile*). Yes, craftsmanship and skill in art are downplayed and negated a lot more in the 20th Century than in the past--message/shock value over talent (think crucifix in a cup of urine. Or GOSH, that print of the Mona Lisa with scribbles and graffiti all over her face)--but you're not doing yourself any favors by your holier-than-your coworkers/field attitude. Being a snob against the snobs instantly defeats your purpose.
If you look at the history of art, it basically follows (not starting from the very beginning, sorry!): traditional (renaissance)/objection to the traditional(impressionism)/return to the traditional(realism)/defiance of the traditional(pop-art)/retro-traditional & a variety of everything all at the same time. It's a freaking cycle, people. Many of these "changes" were in response to war and other movements of the time period. Understandable, but not necessarily valid. At least to me!
And it's annoying when people think they're being fresh and new when they're just part of that system, and are actually supporting the system with their so-called rebellion or contempt. This being the case more in the last fifty years than any time period previous.
Yes, I do think most, if not all art is extremely over-priced and over-valued. I think many artists do play the system with contrived messages designed to shock and make money while putting little to no actual talent or time into their work. I love and hate the fact that several decades ago, a man turned a toilet on its side and called it art, and it was shown at a museum as such, while in fact he did this to essentially poke fun at the art establishment for taking itself and even its own irony too seriously. How productive was this exercise, though? It brought more attention to the intellectuals who consciously produced crap over those who tirelessly worked to create beauty and depth in the strokes of their paintbrushes or in the curves of their sculptures. Just because it wasn't new and shocking didn't invalidate it any more than the fact that something that was new and did shock did make it valid.
There seems to be more value over the finished work than the time one took to make it. I love art that demonstrates talent and time. I love art that supports a message rather than conveys a message (think illustrations--like the ones in the HFAC--over a lot of the art in the moa right now. Really? a huge canvas with a bunch of painted diagonals?) I don't appreciate being told to value something that may have a message but obviously took no time to make or that anybody could have made it. And then being told I'm unintelligent or I obviously "don't get it," if I derail or question its intrinsic worth. I refuse to assign worth to something where there is no worth to be found. Often crusades in the art field are destined to go nowhere. Except perhaps back to the beginning where it ultimately attacks itself.
A lot of students whined about our digital tech class where we drew houses on the computer and watched the teacher do a bunch of technical tricks on the big screen. While he might not be teaching us the most effective way possible to use Adobe Photoshop or Illustration, I resented the idea that doing dumb projects to learn these skills is ineffective. Get over yourselves, students! I didn't consider altering a picture of Steve Martin to be busy work, because I was feeling my way through the program with trial and error. Until we finally received the assignment to make a book cover of any book we've read, 2D was my least favorite class because I viewed it ALL as busy work designed to fill up my weekends with nothing but repetitive sludge (I have to make FIVE boxes as an exercise in design and value? And this accomplishes...?). At least THAT much has changed. For now.
I hate how I resent people who share the same tastes/hobbies/interests as me, and resent people who don't. You just can't win with me!!
I hate being judged by my clothes and appearance, and how I judge others by theirs. I don't like it when people in different fields have to look the part. Why does an artist have to LOOK like an artist? Doesn't that kind of do the work for other people? I like making people work to get to know me. None of this instant dismissal based on my dyed hair or black clothes. Besides, black looks TERRIBLE on me. Maybe I wasn't meant to pursue art.
I hate the term "artist." I refuse upon graduation telling people, "I'm an artist." *shudders* I guess this is for the same reason why I hesitate to call anything art right away. It's a bit presumptuous!
I hate it when people buy clothes with the company or designer's name written blatantly across it. No, I will not pay money to solicit a company for them. They should be paying ME. My only exemptions are for the bands I like. Yes, I will support you in your musical endeavors as long as your music pleases me. That's about it.
Not-being-self-conscious (can't think of a better term for it!)--do you REALLY not get how you come across? Are you even LISTENING to yourself? Thankfully most, if not all of my closest friends and family are painfully self-conscious. And that's how I like it.
I hate most knitting patterns--no, I do not, in fact, want to wear a shapeless knitted box.
Glitter--it took getting out of junior high to make me understand why glitter DOES, in fact, make you look like a whore. I nearly corked a gut when I went to EFY at 16 and saw girls in skimpy clothes slather their chests with glitter. Really?! Is this your way of trying to be taken seriously?
Profanity-MOST of the time--exceptions include: my boss--a RELIEF SOCIETY PRESIDENT, cussing up a storm over a student or situation, or the former clinical psych director doing the same over anything and everything. They swear worse than sailors, and it's amazing how much more manageable work becomes when they let off a few. On the other hand, I've seen movies and plays where they sprinkle the f-word like gravy on brussel sprouts (trust me, you need a LOT to make those little guys taste good). If you can't get the idea across sans profanity, it must not be a very decent message to begin with. Even if it is, chances are I won't notice it throughout all the cursings. The F word ruined the play, "Proof" for me. Which would've been awesome without it.
Skinny pants--unless they're on girls, and the bottoms are folded up while they wear sandals. I wish I could pull off that look, but I can't. I also hate super baggy pants on guys (and girls!). Dudes, contrary to popular belief, I do not like crack. Of any kind. So belt it or change!
People who laugh at their own joke. Or expect you wholeheartedly to laugh at theirs. GOSH!
Text-messaging or Instant messaging or even speaking using acronyms/initials. Ever since I read 1984 in junior high, any attempts at shortening words or phrases gives me the creeps and freaks me out. Or just sounds dumb. Lol, imho... it hurts, it hurts! Doubleplusungood, indeed.
I've read books on almost all sides of the political spectrum: Liberal, Independent, Libertarian, Conservative. I do get a kick out of Michael Moore while simultaneously rejecting most of his views or claims. The same with Ann Coulter, although I do agree with a lot of what she has to say, just definitely NOT how she says it. Same with Bill O'Reilly, John Stossel, and Sean Hannity. It's when they stop yelling that you can get a better feel of what they truly think about the issues. Hence me really liking to read their books. Downsize This! is genius, although Moore seems to have major issues drawing the line between propaganda and truth (I'm suspicious over
"An Inconvenient Truth" for the same reasons. While the world can do LOADS better to protect the earth, I do think there is some exaggeration over how much influence we've had and have concerning global warming. Infiltrating children's animated movies does more to hurt your cause than help it, at least for me, O liberal hollywoodians. It was the only reason why I was a little resentful of Wall-E. And Ferngully for that matter). ANYWAY, Michael Moore much prefers (mis)representation of ideas over the cold hard facts. Although, admittedly I would watch, "TV Nation" every week when it was on TV. Seeing a chunky sloppily dressed guy approach top CEOs to verbally attack their policies will never get old. The one person I truly categorically trust and admire is Thomas Sowell, an African-American economist (although I DO have a major crush on George F. Will. When I can understand him. Talk about verbose! Plus he wears a bow-tie, and pulls it off. Dang!). Sowell is one of the few people that can argue his ideas nonargumentatively. As in he doesn't rely on insults or the volume of his voice (but see, it goes up to eleven!) to get his ideas across. He uses logic and examples and analogies to explain his ideas. He's one of the few people that doesn't make me go "grrrerrrmmm..." every two seconds. He doesn't even rely on sarcasm! Irony, just a little bit.
Talking of politics, these are my opinions thus far. I really like both Obama and McCain as people. Being an elitist-intellectual (counter to my earlier arguments, I KNOW! But political elitism does differ SLIGHTLY from artistic elitism) shouldn't be a bad word in the political arena. Biden seems decent, and I've got very mixed feelings about Palin. I think McCain has the experience, Obama has the drive, Biden the experience, and Palin has... well... besides being female, I'm not getting it. She's not experienced, and in her interviews she doesn't strike me as being incredibly intellectual either. She seems like a cute multi-tasking soccer mom that happens to be interested in politics. She may be motivated, but wanting something really badly won't get my vote alone. It feels like McCain chose her for all the wrong reasons--it seems like a political kneejerk reaction--if Obama is vying to be the first African American President, then we need the first female Veep, too as a counterattack. While it's good that Palin is much more conservative than McCain, it scares me to think that she's one step away from being President if they're voted in. I'm not sure that's a risk I'm willing to take. I definitely do not think she's ready for it, regardless of how cute I think she looks! And how annoying Katie Couric was when she interviewed her. It was sooooo obvious how Couric felt towards Obama versus her feelings towards Palin. Unbiased my left cheek. It's funny, I think of all the candidates, Hillary Clinton was probably the smartest, or at least near the top. She just happened to be a bit smarmy, too. I didn't trust her. Smirking while the President talks doesn't get my vote, either, Hillary!! If it were up to me, posturing would be on its way out. Maybe during the next presidential race... Hey, one could hope!
I hate how these senators/governors/candidates are held responsible for decisions and votes they made sometimes over 20 years ago. If I were expected to hold the same opinions as I did even five years ago, we'd all be in a world of hurt. It should be a LACK of change that should be a concern, not the evidence of maturing. Flip-flopping is one thing, growth is completely different. I don't appreciate pandering, politic stunts or finger-pointing. There should be a greater emphasis on what one could do to help, not what the other person is doing wrong. Humorous in execution or not (I still think it's fantastic that Obama rejected Lindsay's offer to help with his candidacy. Ouch!).
Although a bit of humor never hurt anybody! Did anybody besides Shawn read the Superman article? Wasn't it great! Nobody even cares if Shawn didn't appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I realize my arguments and ideas have been very generalized. This post is aimed to express my feelings, not necessarily to defend and back them up. So I don't care to hear your reasonings behind why the bolero shrug is an acceptable piece of clothing. You will never convince me. No, it's not a challenge, so don't try! STOP!!!!!!!
Pointy shoes. I don't get the appeal. Sorry people. They look like witch shoes that make your feet seem about three inches longer than they really are. I prefer the rounded toe ones, because they make my feet look tiny and sweet, and they're a butt-load more comfortable. I prefer flats, too, although heeled shoes do have a certain allure to them. But not enough to make me wear them more than 10% of the time.
Those Bolero shrug jacket things. I can't explain it. They just wax ugly to me. Even though successful in adding modesty, they just look painfully awkward. They just add yuck.Cowboy boots-unless they're on my favorite chunky two year old in my nursery class, cowboy boots don't look good, sorry!--the more traditional, the worse it gets. Sick--heels on guys? It just doesn't work. And GOSH, the red boots Ariel wears in Footloose to rebel against her dad? I threw up a little in my mouth. Choose your battles, Ariel! This is not one you can win by, um, winning! One of my old roommates loved to go country-dancing, and would always wear her boots. Every Saturday, I died a little inside.
THESE slip-on shoes. On boys or girls. I don't care what designs are on them. If they're plain, striped or polka dotted. I don't like shoes with nothing going on around the toe, and where all the action is more near your ankle. Ugly ugly ugly. when I wear jeans, I like to be able to see more than just a smooth (even if painted!) surface when I look at my feet. I've never liked shoes like these. I guess over the years I have been warming up to them A LITTLE, but not much.Pseudo-intellectualism--smug patting oneself on the back doesn't win you any favors with me. In my 2D art class, my teacher was going off on an anti-elitist/academic rampage, and while I agreed with most of what he said, I didn't appreciate his smug tone, especially as he coddled everyone who vocally agreed with him in class (classmate: you're totally right! I hate crappy art! I hate art critics that canonize artists one moment and utterly reject them the next! teacher: oh,
you think *smug smile*). Yes, craftsmanship and skill in art are downplayed and negated a lot more in the 20th Century than in the past--message/shock value over talent (think crucifix in a cup of urine. Or GOSH, that print of the Mona Lisa with scribbles and graffiti all over her face)--but you're not doing yourself any favors by your holier-than-your coworkers/field attitude. Being a snob against the snobs instantly defeats your purpose.If you look at the history of art, it basically follows (not starting from the very beginning, sorry!): traditional (renaissance)/objection to the traditional(impressionism)/return to the traditional(realism)/defiance of the traditional(pop-art)/retro-traditional & a variety of everything all at the same time. It's a freaking cycle, people. Many of these "changes" were in response to war and other movements of the time period. Understandable, but not necessarily valid. At least to me!
And it's annoying when people think they're being fresh and new when they're just part of that system, and are actually supporting the system with their so-called rebellion or contempt. This being the case more in the last fifty years than any time period previous.
Yes, I do think most, if not all art is extremely over-priced and over-valued. I think many artists do play the system with contrived messages designed to shock and make money while putting little to no actual talent or time into their work. I love and hate the fact that several decades ago, a man turned a toilet on its side and called it art, and it was shown at a museum as such, while in fact he did this to essentially poke fun at the art establishment for taking itself and even its own irony too seriously. How productive was this exercise, though? It brought more attention to the intellectuals who consciously produced crap over those who tirelessly worked to create beauty and depth in the strokes of their paintbrushes or in the curves of their sculptures. Just because it wasn't new and shocking didn't invalidate it any more than the fact that something that was new and did shock did make it valid.
There seems to be more value over the finished work than the time one took to make it. I love art that demonstrates talent and time. I love art that supports a message rather than conveys a message (think illustrations--like the ones in the HFAC--over a lot of the art in the moa right now. Really? a huge canvas with a bunch of painted diagonals?) I don't appreciate being told to value something that may have a message but obviously took no time to make or that anybody could have made it. And then being told I'm unintelligent or I obviously "don't get it," if I derail or question its intrinsic worth. I refuse to assign worth to something where there is no worth to be found. Often crusades in the art field are destined to go nowhere. Except perhaps back to the beginning where it ultimately attacks itself.
A lot of students whined about our digital tech class where we drew houses on the computer and watched the teacher do a bunch of technical tricks on the big screen. While he might not be teaching us the most effective way possible to use Adobe Photoshop or Illustration, I resented the idea that doing dumb projects to learn these skills is ineffective. Get over yourselves, students! I didn't consider altering a picture of Steve Martin to be busy work, because I was feeling my way through the program with trial and error. Until we finally received the assignment to make a book cover of any book we've read, 2D was my least favorite class because I viewed it ALL as busy work designed to fill up my weekends with nothing but repetitive sludge (I have to make FIVE boxes as an exercise in design and value? And this accomplishes...?). At least THAT much has changed. For now.
I hate how I resent people who share the same tastes/hobbies/interests as me, and resent people who don't. You just can't win with me!!
I hate being judged by my clothes and appearance, and how I judge others by theirs. I don't like it when people in different fields have to look the part. Why does an artist have to LOOK like an artist? Doesn't that kind of do the work for other people? I like making people work to get to know me. None of this instant dismissal based on my dyed hair or black clothes. Besides, black looks TERRIBLE on me. Maybe I wasn't meant to pursue art.
I hate the term "artist." I refuse upon graduation telling people, "I'm an artist." *shudders* I guess this is for the same reason why I hesitate to call anything art right away. It's a bit presumptuous!
I hate it when people buy clothes with the company or designer's name written blatantly across it. No, I will not pay money to solicit a company for them. They should be paying ME. My only exemptions are for the bands I like. Yes, I will support you in your musical endeavors as long as your music pleases me. That's about it.
Not-being-self-conscious (can't think of a better term for it!)--do you REALLY not get how you come across? Are you even LISTENING to yourself? Thankfully most, if not all of my closest friends and family are painfully self-conscious. And that's how I like it.
I hate most knitting patterns--no, I do not, in fact, want to wear a shapeless knitted box.
Glitter--it took getting out of junior high to make me understand why glitter DOES, in fact, make you look like a whore. I nearly corked a gut when I went to EFY at 16 and saw girls in skimpy clothes slather their chests with glitter. Really?! Is this your way of trying to be taken seriously?
Profanity-MOST of the time--exceptions include: my boss--a RELIEF SOCIETY PRESIDENT, cussing up a storm over a student or situation, or the former clinical psych director doing the same over anything and everything. They swear worse than sailors, and it's amazing how much more manageable work becomes when they let off a few. On the other hand, I've seen movies and plays where they sprinkle the f-word like gravy on brussel sprouts (trust me, you need a LOT to make those little guys taste good). If you can't get the idea across sans profanity, it must not be a very decent message to begin with. Even if it is, chances are I won't notice it throughout all the cursings. The F word ruined the play, "Proof" for me. Which would've been awesome without it.
Skinny pants--unless they're on girls, and the bottoms are folded up while they wear sandals. I wish I could pull off that look, but I can't. I also hate super baggy pants on guys (and girls!). Dudes, contrary to popular belief, I do not like crack. Of any kind. So belt it or change!
People who laugh at their own joke. Or expect you wholeheartedly to laugh at theirs. GOSH!
Text-messaging or Instant messaging or even speaking using acronyms/initials. Ever since I read 1984 in junior high, any attempts at shortening words or phrases gives me the creeps and freaks me out. Or just sounds dumb. Lol, imho... it hurts, it hurts! Doubleplusungood, indeed.
I've read books on almost all sides of the political spectrum: Liberal, Independent, Libertarian, Conservative. I do get a kick out of Michael Moore while simultaneously rejecting most of his views or claims. The same with Ann Coulter, although I do agree with a lot of what she has to say, just definitely NOT how she says it. Same with Bill O'Reilly, John Stossel, and Sean Hannity. It's when they stop yelling that you can get a better feel of what they truly think about the issues. Hence me really liking to read their books. Downsize This! is genius, although Moore seems to have major issues drawing the line between propaganda and truth (I'm suspicious over
"An Inconvenient Truth" for the same reasons. While the world can do LOADS better to protect the earth, I do think there is some exaggeration over how much influence we've had and have concerning global warming. Infiltrating children's animated movies does more to hurt your cause than help it, at least for me, O liberal hollywoodians. It was the only reason why I was a little resentful of Wall-E. And Ferngully for that matter). ANYWAY, Michael Moore much prefers (mis)representation of ideas over the cold hard facts. Although, admittedly I would watch, "TV Nation" every week when it was on TV. Seeing a chunky sloppily dressed guy approach top CEOs to verbally attack their policies will never get old. The one person I truly categorically trust and admire is Thomas Sowell, an African-American economist (although I DO have a major crush on George F. Will. When I can understand him. Talk about verbose! Plus he wears a bow-tie, and pulls it off. Dang!). Sowell is one of the few people that can argue his ideas nonargumentatively. As in he doesn't rely on insults or the volume of his voice (but see, it goes up to eleven!) to get his ideas across. He uses logic and examples and analogies to explain his ideas. He's one of the few people that doesn't make me go "grrrerrrmmm..." every two seconds. He doesn't even rely on sarcasm! Irony, just a little bit.Talking of politics, these are my opinions thus far. I really like both Obama and McCain as people. Being an elitist-intellectual (counter to my earlier arguments, I KNOW! But political elitism does differ SLIGHTLY from artistic elitism) shouldn't be a bad word in the political arena. Biden seems decent, and I've got very mixed feelings about Palin. I think McCain has the experience, Obama has the drive, Biden the experience, and Palin has... well... besides being female, I'm not getting it. She's not experienced, and in her interviews she doesn't strike me as being incredibly intellectual either. She seems like a cute multi-tasking soccer mom that happens to be interested in politics. She may be motivated, but wanting something really badly won't get my vote alone. It feels like McCain chose her for all the wrong reasons--it seems like a political kneejerk reaction--if Obama is vying to be the first African American President, then we need the first female Veep, too as a counterattack. While it's good that Palin is much more conservative than McCain, it scares me to think that she's one step away from being President if they're voted in. I'm not sure that's a risk I'm willing to take. I definitely do not think she's ready for it, regardless of how cute I think she looks! And how annoying Katie Couric was when she interviewed her. It was sooooo obvious how Couric felt towards Obama versus her feelings towards Palin. Unbiased my left cheek. It's funny, I think of all the candidates, Hillary Clinton was probably the smartest, or at least near the top. She just happened to be a bit smarmy, too. I didn't trust her. Smirking while the President talks doesn't get my vote, either, Hillary!! If it were up to me, posturing would be on its way out. Maybe during the next presidential race... Hey, one could hope!
I hate how these senators/governors/candidates are held responsible for decisions and votes they made sometimes over 20 years ago. If I were expected to hold the same opinions as I did even five years ago, we'd all be in a world of hurt. It should be a LACK of change that should be a concern, not the evidence of maturing. Flip-flopping is one thing, growth is completely different. I don't appreciate pandering, politic stunts or finger-pointing. There should be a greater emphasis on what one could do to help, not what the other person is doing wrong. Humorous in execution or not (I still think it's fantastic that Obama rejected Lindsay's offer to help with his candidacy. Ouch!).
Although a bit of humor never hurt anybody! Did anybody besides Shawn read the Superman article? Wasn't it great! Nobody even cares if Shawn didn't appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I realize my arguments and ideas have been very generalized. This post is aimed to express my feelings, not necessarily to defend and back them up. So I don't care to hear your reasonings behind why the bolero shrug is an acceptable piece of clothing. You will never convince me. No, it's not a challenge, so don't try! STOP!!!!!!!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
http://thisistheonlylieiwillevertell.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-bad-day-for-man-of-steel.html
I can't even help it if things like this crack me up!! And I'm not even ashamed to say that I found this website through Wil Wheaton's. Who knew Ensign Wesley Crusher was so cool? And that he did one of the voices on The Secret of NIMH?
I can't even help it if things like this crack me up!! And I'm not even ashamed to say that I found this website through Wil Wheaton's. Who knew Ensign Wesley Crusher was so cool? And that he did one of the voices on The Secret of NIMH?
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
In the year 2525...
So I'm 25 now. Spent it not sleeping in because of the baby (that boy's got lungs!), and pretty annoyed with everybody else. I had a hard time getting to sleep the night before because my twin decided to spend the night, too, in the same room on the floor. And played on his little PSP. Click click click click click. And GOSH I couldn't find my regular deodorant so I had to use this back-up stuff and its scent was so strong that it gave me a headache and I couldn't sleep with my arms even remotely up (raised?). And since I normally like to sleep with my hands tucked under my pillow, I was very frustrated. And definitely Unsure. Don't use that Secret Platinum stuff. WOW. But that's just the night before.
I mean it was a pretty good day, I was just in a foul mood for most of it. Some extended family visited, but that just made me more annoyed. Especially when one referred to my little nephew as a "tabernacle." Really? Serious? Normally she just refers to their... um... *cough* as a tabernacle, so this was a new development. I got loads of cash from family and family in law (thanks Shawn's family!), which was also VERY nice and timely since school is starting in a couple of weeks. I also got a few phone calls and text messages and a buttload of posts on my facebook profile. Yay me!
I also didn't take a bath until about 7:00 pm. Which was LUSH. My mom has this jetted bathtub that has a slant on one side so you don't kill your back trying to find a comfortable position. I just read Voyage to Venus (which is actually Perelandra now I guess. By C.S. Lewis. I had found an old copy [before they updated the title] at a used bookstore several years ago) until the water got too cold, and then added some more hot water. And then until Kyle knocked on the door and told me it was time to go. Blech.
I got to talk to Rachel for about a half an hour, which was great. I miss you Rachel!
I only got to talk to Shawn for a few minutes.
I did get to talk to Amber Brueseke (we were best friends since kindergarten, basically), and she's in town! So I get to see her and a couple of other good friends from high school tonight! I haven't seen her since before my mission, I think. Yay fun cool!
The suckiest part of my birthday I guess was the part where he wasn't here for it. And I finally got up the guts to sleep ALONE in the bed, instead of out on the futon, but only because I brought in my laptop and watched old X-Files episodes until I fell asleep (BAD IDEA when there were a lot of kidnapped-from-the-bed-in-the-middle-of-the-night stories in it). So yeah, it took about three or four episodes to get me to go to sleep. The last episode had Krycek! But before he was Krycek. Just a small role. I'm embarrassed that I knew how to spell his name correctly (I may have double checked on IMDB).
Maybe I'll have that great birthday next year. The closest thing to a really good birthday I've had in years was last year when Shawn proposed, although that was actually on the day before. When I was trying really hard not to vomit from food poisoning from the day before THAT. Love and miss you Shawn! I wouldn't be my father's daughter if I didn't make every effort to inadvertently sabotage my own birthday.
Something SICK--this morning I took a shower to get ready for work. There weren't any towels hanging up so I grabbed a slightly used one from the floor just outside the bathroom. I went to wrap it around me when I saw something black. I stopped in time, and spread out the towel to get a closer look. YEAH. There was an enormous black beetle on it, and some other bugs I couldn't readily identify. Luckily, there were fresh towels in the dryer. Even if I had wrapped myself in the towel, at least I wouldn't have died ON my birthday. So there's that.
Ooh, also, Shawn got me the best presents! He got me little tags for the clothes I've made and will make--you know, the little "Made By: {insert name here}." SHUT UP!
Also, he got me the three Threadless shirts I wanted (which I may have accidentally spoiled the surprise because I was looking at our finances and went to his bank account and saw the payment he made to Threadless. Poor Shawn. He even hid the package so I couldn't find it when we got it [I was there when it came in the mail] ). Anyway, here they are:
"Training" (I think this one is my favorite)
"Refrigerator Running"
Why does it have to hurt?
I mean it was a pretty good day, I was just in a foul mood for most of it. Some extended family visited, but that just made me more annoyed. Especially when one referred to my little nephew as a "tabernacle." Really? Serious? Normally she just refers to their... um... *cough* as a tabernacle, so this was a new development. I got loads of cash from family and family in law (thanks Shawn's family!), which was also VERY nice and timely since school is starting in a couple of weeks. I also got a few phone calls and text messages and a buttload of posts on my facebook profile. Yay me!
I also didn't take a bath until about 7:00 pm. Which was LUSH. My mom has this jetted bathtub that has a slant on one side so you don't kill your back trying to find a comfortable position. I just read Voyage to Venus (which is actually Perelandra now I guess. By C.S. Lewis. I had found an old copy [before they updated the title] at a used bookstore several years ago) until the water got too cold, and then added some more hot water. And then until Kyle knocked on the door and told me it was time to go. Blech.
I got to talk to Rachel for about a half an hour, which was great. I miss you Rachel!
I only got to talk to Shawn for a few minutes.
I did get to talk to Amber Brueseke (we were best friends since kindergarten, basically), and she's in town! So I get to see her and a couple of other good friends from high school tonight! I haven't seen her since before my mission, I think. Yay fun cool!
The suckiest part of my birthday I guess was the part where he wasn't here for it. And I finally got up the guts to sleep ALONE in the bed, instead of out on the futon, but only because I brought in my laptop and watched old X-Files episodes until I fell asleep (BAD IDEA when there were a lot of kidnapped-from-the-bed-in-the-middle-of-the-night stories in it). So yeah, it took about three or four episodes to get me to go to sleep. The last episode had Krycek! But before he was Krycek. Just a small role. I'm embarrassed that I knew how to spell his name correctly (I may have double checked on IMDB).
Maybe I'll have that great birthday next year. The closest thing to a really good birthday I've had in years was last year when Shawn proposed, although that was actually on the day before. When I was trying really hard not to vomit from food poisoning from the day before THAT. Love and miss you Shawn! I wouldn't be my father's daughter if I didn't make every effort to inadvertently sabotage my own birthday.
Something SICK--this morning I took a shower to get ready for work. There weren't any towels hanging up so I grabbed a slightly used one from the floor just outside the bathroom. I went to wrap it around me when I saw something black. I stopped in time, and spread out the towel to get a closer look. YEAH. There was an enormous black beetle on it, and some other bugs I couldn't readily identify. Luckily, there were fresh towels in the dryer. Even if I had wrapped myself in the towel, at least I wouldn't have died ON my birthday. So there's that.
Ooh, also, Shawn got me the best presents! He got me little tags for the clothes I've made and will make--you know, the little "Made By: {insert name here}." SHUT UP!
Also, he got me the three Threadless shirts I wanted (which I may have accidentally spoiled the surprise because I was looking at our finances and went to his bank account and saw the payment he made to Threadless. Poor Shawn. He even hid the package so I couldn't find it when we got it [I was there when it came in the mail] ). Anyway, here they are:
"Let's Go Parasoling"
"Training" (I think this one is my favorite)
"Refrigerator Running"
Why does it have to hurt?
Monday, August 11, 2008
Now I know...
...how Sandra Bullock's character felt in The Net. Or Ben Affleck's character in... shoot. Paycheck? Some crap movie. Bless his heart, he can't even swear convincingly in his movies. But anyway, the past three years of my life have been erased. Ish. My folks discontinued their comcast account, from which my itrysohard email came. So yeah. Everything is gone. Including my missionary emails (about half of them. The rest were deleted long ago--including all the hilarious ones from Shawn on his mission and the weird stalker ones from William's old missionary companion--because I didn't forward them from my mission email account in time and the church discontinued it *fist shakeage*). No more reminiscing for yours truly. I still have all the WRITTEN letters, but it's just not the same. I emailed comcast to see if there is any recovery possible and I've yet to hear back from them, but I'm not holding my breath.
Also, anybody who's anybody is going to be MIA for my birthday. Shawn leaves the morning of, my dad leaves either the day before or the morning of, and Jessica is going to be gone. Rachel's probably going to be gone, TOO, JUST to spite me! Janay's been long gone now. So no BFF's forever for yours truly. The only thing that can REMOTELY make up for this complete and utter lack of support is this:
The Saturday before, my mom is taking my sister and I out for facials and lunch, but methinks that's more for her benefit ;-) but that's why we love my mom. Any excuse to get her face rubbed.
Also, anybody who's anybody is going to be MIA for my birthday. Shawn leaves the morning of, my dad leaves either the day before or the morning of, and Jessica is going to be gone. Rachel's probably going to be gone, TOO, JUST to spite me! Janay's been long gone now. So no BFF's forever for yours truly. The only thing that can REMOTELY make up for this complete and utter lack of support is this:
(make sure you have your volume on)
The Saturday before, my mom is taking my sister and I out for facials and lunch, but methinks that's more for her benefit ;-) but that's why we love my mom. Any excuse to get her face rubbed.
Friday, August 08, 2008
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