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I did something really stupid.
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Apr. 29th, 2008 @ 10:26 pm
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Today I had to take a test so I could be considered for a county job that doesn't exist yet. (Long story.) It lasted about two hours during which time I had nothing to eat. Now, I did have a snack before I left, so I thought I'd be okay.
I was wrong.
About half way or two thirds, I'm not really quite sure, I started feeling funny. My stomach was growling and my fingers felt tingly like they were falling asleep. The test itself was pretty easy, but getting through it sure wasn't with the discomfort my body was going through.
By the time I finished the test my elbows ached and my legs felt like jelly. My head felt kinda wobbly, too. There was no way I was going to drive in that condition but what was I to do? I needed to find a vending machine and hope for something edible.
Well, there was one that offered lemonade, but that item was sold out. I went for a pop instead. First item on the ingredients list: high fructose corn syrup.
Hoo-boy. I drank just enough to feel semi-normal and then drove home.
I am so going to pay for that. Actually, I think I already am. Headache and some nausea to be precise. It's actually a little like a hangover without the fuzzy tongue.
From now on I line my pockets with me-friendly snacks. ~.~Current Mood:  hungover Current Music: (watching Forensic Files) |
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Ayiiiiiiii!
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Apr. 10th, 2008 @ 09:04 am
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I got a rather nasty surprise when I came back to the apartment yesterday. I'd been visiting my folks and only got back around 9pm. Of course, it was really quite dark by that time.
It was even darker in the apartment because the lights weren't working. Odd.
The TV, too. And the clocks...
No power! AAAA!!!
And the landlord didn't answer when I knocked (pounded) on his door. No answer on his phone. Help!
My Mom got a rather frantic call right about then.
TheresnopowerinmyapartmentandthelandlordisntansweringthephoneandIdontknowwhattodo!
I was about to leave to get batteries for my flashlight when the landlord called. He was as surprised as I was to find that there wasn't any power, but nowhere near as panicky.
He got there in a few minutes and checked things over. The microwave still worked but it, the fridge, and the stove were on a different breaker. He and his girlfriend spent a good hour plus trying to figure out what the heck was going on. I was even offered a beer.
Yeah. I needed that. Don't know how anyone can get drunk on beer, though. I can't drink very much before the bitterness starts getting to me. Now something sweet like hard cider, *that* would be all too easy to get drunk on.
Funny thing is, the lights were out in the boiler room, too. I think I counted a total of three breaker boxes that were checked and rechecked without success. Weird.
There was one other box, but it was in the apartment next to me and the landlord couldn't get in because the tenant changed the locks and didn't give the landlord the new keys.
In case you're wondering, yes, that's illegal. I don't think that tenant is going to be living there much longer.
So the landlord gave me a big flashlight and an extension cord so I could plug the TV into the microwave's outlet.
This morning he showed up at 7:30 with the electrician. The power's back on.
I may never know what happened.
Best landlord I've ever had.Current Mood:  awake Current Music: none |
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Bunnies are smart.
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Mar. 5th, 2008 @ 10:46 pm
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I've had a bunny for a little over a month now. He's been a great little friend but has a terrible habit of getting onto the bed and peeing on it.
Not good for the sheets, the mattress, or my sleep schedule.
Thankfully, I was able to borrow a baby fence from my folks to act as a barrier.
Not so great news, my little bunny pal is smart. Or at least inventive.
He found the place where the fence touches the wall and shoved and nudged it with his little nose until he was able to wriggle through onto the bed.
Good news, it made a lot of noise so I could grab him before he made a mess.
Then I tried to rectify the situation by reconfiguring the fence. A difficult task at best but I also had a curious rabbit under foot, between my knees, and all over the fence.
Managed to complete the task. I just hope he doesn't find some other way of getting on the bed. He likes to stand on his hind legs and sniff around the fence a lot.
Is this normal for rabbits or did I happen to get a particularly smart one? Might be the wild rabbit genes. I don't think he's 100% domestic.
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A couple memes
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Nov. 14th, 2007 @ 05:51 pm
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Well, looks like I've been tagged. The idea is that I tag others in return, but I'd rather that anyone who reads this choose whether or not they wish to continue the memes by posting them on their own blogs.
First up is a meme from MikeFrench since he was nice enough to ask me before tagging me. ^_^
About me:
1. How long have you been blogging?
Five or six years, I think.
2. What inspired you to start a blog and who are your mentors?
Inspired? I wouldn't say that, exactly. I'd just noticed such things existed and it seemed cool. I haven't really had any mentors, either. My Dad, maybe, but we've been kinda learning from each other.
3. Are You trying to make money online, or just doing it for fun?
For fun right now, but I'd like to build up a reputation and readership so I can make money from my online activities soon.
4. Tell me 3 things you LOVE about being online.
Access to knowledge from around the world without having to leave home. Some really cool games. Human interaction without having to actually meet anyone! (I'm not exactly the most social person on the face of the earth.)
5. Tell me 3 things you STRUGGLE with on-line.
Telling if I've offended anyone. (Did so-n-so not respond to my post because I offended or has he/she simply not read it yet?) Sifting though all the junk to find information that's actually useful. (What's all that stuff about Sailor Moon doing in my Fruits Basket search?) Telling time. (Whoa! I was playing Runescape for three hours!?)
Now for the second meme, this one from Moonshadow.
"7 things about me that you might not know"
1) I'm 5' 3". Only three inches taller than my Mom. (Yes, my Mom is 5 foot nothing. If she were just a couple inches or so shorter she'd be an official midget.)
2) I have over a dozen cousins. Nearly 20, at last count. And those are just first cousins. ^_^
3) In sixth grade I won a poetry contest. I also happened to be on of only two people in my class who entered. The poem was really kinda lame, but I got in a book, anyway.
4) (This is harder than it looks.) Because of a series of odd dreams, I was convinced I was an alien from another planet during second grade. Actually, I think the dreams were caused by watching too much Superman.
5) As you might have guessed from #4, I really like superheros. My favorite as a kid was Darkwing Duck. I wanted a gas gun just like his. Including the grappler attachment.
6) Watching the original Star Wars trilogy at the same time I was reading The Lord of the Rings trilogy is what got me going on writing an epic. (Which I still haven't finished. I've barely started and I've been working on it for eight years.)
7) I want to run a petting zoo/animal rescue. I want a yard and house full of animals. Including wild animals. Raccoons are so cute!!Current Mood:  amused Current Music: (watching Batman) |
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Sick little birdy
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Nov. 4th, 2007 @ 02:29 pm
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It was about 3am.
I was just leaving the apartment building of a friend and noticed a small thing fluttering around the base of the door. I didn't want it getting stuck in the door, so I tried to catch it and get it away.
But it flew inside.
My friend and I tried to catch the little bird, but its behavior was so erratic. It kept hitting its head against the walls and ceiling. And then it would fall exhausted to the ground. I'd just about catch it at those times but then it'd flutter off again.
I caught it and we brought it up to show my friend's mom, to ask advice. While talking, the bird got loose. It was my fault, I had my hands very loose around it from fear that I'd crush the tiny thing.
I tried to catch it again, and almost had my hand around up but instead got a handful of tail feathers. There wasn't even any resistance! The tail feathers just came out! All but two of them! The bird had been flying erratically before, so it was hard to tell if it's navigation ability was hampered.
Anyway, I caught it again and we decided that I'd take the bird home in a box until the morning. My friend and her mom couldn't take it in because they had a dog and a cat.
So I took the little bird home, but I didn't know what to do. I called a vet at the time, but the advice wasn't entirely clear. (3am? Yeah, I'd be unclear, too.)
I didn't know what to feed it. It was an odd little bird, I didn't know what it was. It was brown on the back with black flecks and white from the neck down its belly to the tail. It also had a thin, needle-like bill that was slightly curved. I figured it either ate bugs or drank nectar. So I put a jar lid of water and a slice of apple in the box.
I called another vet the next morning and she told me that if the feathers came out so easily the bird was probably dying. Had avian flu or some such. She said I could try to keep it and nurse it back to health or I could release it. I didn't know how to take care of it because I didn't know what it ate or how to make it eat. The bird was even more nervous than the last bird I rescued.
So I let the bird out of the box to see if it could still fly. It could, so I opened the door to let it fly out. I did, eventually, and rested for a little while on a post holding the overhanging roof up.
I hope I did the right thing. I felt so terrible about those tail feathers. I really hope that little bird is doing okay.Current Mood: poor birdie Current Music: watching New Detectives |
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If you don't like the weather...
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Jul. 3rd, 2007 @ 06:22 pm
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... wait five minutes. It'll change.
So goes the old Minnesota saying.
And it's true.
Today was bright and sunny, dark and gloomy, raining buckets, pouring hail, windy, and muggy. And that was just the afternoon.
Unfortunately, I got caught out during the 'raining buckets' phase. I never want to drive in conditions like that ever again. EVER!
I couldn't really see the road. Everything else was just a mass of variably dark grey smudges. The only way I stayed on the road was by sticking to the tail lights of a very bright red car in front of me.
But then that car went straight when I had to turn left, and I had the dickens of a time figuring where to turn left. I'm lucky I didn't end up in the ditch.
00U
Oh, and before that, going under a bridge, I got to find out what driving through about a foot of water feels like.
I thought the car was going to completely submerge.
I have never seen so much water splash straight up before.
Really not an experience I want to repeat.
On the up side, I got enough material to make the hakama for my Ms. Kaoru costume.Current Mood:  freaked out Current Music: some game noises from the other computer |
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The seventh level of hell ...
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May. 4th, 2006 @ 02:12 pm
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... is where computers come from.
About a month ago the external zip drive I have for my laptop decided to stop recognizing the zip disk I have all my most important files on. >o< At first I thought the disk had gone caput (it is almost five years old, after all), but then it worked perfectly on the computer upstairs. !_! So I transfered all the information on it to a fresh zip disk. One of my Dad's, so I own him one. (Looks at cost of individual disks--> OoO )
Everything was going fine and dandy until yesterday. Then the zip drive crashed while I was trying to get a document transfered to it. Not only that, but Windows Explorer crashed, the dragged document froze in place, and the zip disk wouldn't come out of the drive.
After I got the problem with the desktop cleared up, I went about trying to figure out what the heck went wrong with the drive. That involved doing a manual extraction (thank goodness for paperclips) and reboot. The disk still wasn't registering. So after manually extracting the disk, again, I tried to turn off the computer.
Start - Shut Down - Shut Down
Nothing.
Repeat.
Nothing again.
Okay... hit power button.
Nothing. (Blasted laptop. It would've worked with a desktop model.)
So, unplug and remove battery.
All fixed, right? Wrong.
Next time I turned on the computer the thing tried to dial onto the internet during start-up. A bit concerned, I updated the detection files for Adaware and Spybot. Then I set them to scanning. (One at a time, though, since it's a bad idea to run them simultaniously.) Spybot found a possibly problem, which was quickly patched up.
Unfortunately, that isn't the end of it. The thing still wants to log onto the internet whenever I turn on the blasted computer.
On a more sunny note, I finally got EasyPHP working and downloaded Crimson Editor from download.com so I can practice my limited knowledge of PHP. ^_^
Great. One more thing to keep me tied to this machine.Current Mood: AAAAAAAA!!!!! Current Music: Mom or Nightengale practicing violin |
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Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
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Mar. 17th, 2006 @ 03:18 pm
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Day for the wearin' o' the green. Nightengale is wearing a scarf I got her in Ireland and a handknitted headband I bought in the Aran Isles.
As for me, most of my clothes are packed so my options are limited. I did manage to find a green shirt and I'm also wearing a lamb's wool scarf. (Yeah, it's technically Scottish and more specifically Campbell, but at least it's green.)
I like my heritage.
The Campbell of Cawdor tartan. (I'm something like 100th in line for the thaneship. I won't hold my breath.)
Kinda dark and plain, isn't it? Not as bright and colorful as the royal tartans, to be sure. But I still like it.
What I don't like quite so much is that my ancestors sided with the English. For one thing I have a rather rebellious nature. Another this that it means traveling the Scottish Highlands can be somewhat treacherous. (Never tell a Highlander you're a Campbell. EVER!)
Oh well. ^_^ It was an interesting experience.
Anyway, this day is supposed to be about St. Patrick. So for those who want to learn more about Ireland's patron saint, here's a link to the Catholic Encyclopedia's article on St. Patrick.Current Mood: chipper Current Music: (watching Hard Evidence) |
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The month of the green.
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Mar. 10th, 2006 @ 10:16 pm
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So next Friday is St. Patrick's Day. A day spent by many getting inebriated and totally ignorant as to what the day is supposed to be about.
I have a feeling St. Patrick would not approve of the way his feast day is spent. Though I also suspect he isn't too thrilled about having a feast day. He had humility flowing from pores. (Now there's an awful image.)
From what I've read about him he seemed like a really nice guy. A bit unconventional, possibly why his superiors sent him to Ireland (get him out from under foot), but very nice.
Two days before the mass consumption of green beer and Irish coffee (both rather disgusting) is my birthday. The Ides of March. The day of Julius Caeser's assassination. Lovely. ~.~
This will be the second time I've spent my birthday away from home. The first being while I was in Ireland.
Eh, actually, this would be the third. I did have a sleepover at my cousin's one year. As I recall I was in my early teens. Dad had to be at a convention that day, which stank royally, so as a treat I got to go to my cousin's. It was on the way to the convention, so Dad drove me there.
Still, I was surrounded by family. In Ireland I was saddle sore from bicycling from Caher to Clonmell (ouch). I saw The Passion and then had a pint of Bulmer's Cider, which comes from Clonmell. (Not necessarily a good combination, by the way. @.@ )
Here I have my sister across the street, but she's got classes and homework and all sorts of stuff so I don't know if I'll even see her.
If I sound a little down, I am. I don't like being away from my family. I guess the whole moving process has made me a little homesick.
I don't want to wait till the 25th! I wanna go home now!!
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ooog
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Mar. 1st, 2006 @ 06:36 pm
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The only reason I didn't go to Mass today is because... uh, actually, you probably don't want me to discuss details.
Let's just say that I'm not feeling well and I'm very glad my stomach hasn't decided to go into reverse. Yet.
The crazy thing is I don't have a fever. I'm tired, pale, and generally feel yucky. That really doesn't help when calling for health advise. Sometimes I think nurses and doctors don't take me seriously. They can't find anything 'wrong', so they figure it's all in my head.
Of course, it could be stress related, so technically it would be 'all in my head' (and spreading to the rest of me). That's what's so crazy making! Because if it is stress then there isn't anything I can do except deal with the symptoms and hope I get better after the move. (Going home, nice. Moving my junk, not so nice. And expensive.)
If there is something wrong, though, it's invisible to the 'experts'. Last time I was in a situation like this it took throwing up and nearly fainting in the councilor's office to get people moving. And the problem was exactly what I'd been saying all along. Wrong medication. ~~| oiiiiiiii
Now this. Fooy.
But there's something else I wanted to talk about. It's a bit of a mystery.
Many years ago (many, many years ago) I was playing by the patio door. I think it was late spring. Funny thing, we have a patio door but no patio. The door looks out on a patchy section of yard with a sandbox, shed, and a lawn chair that used to be white. There are three reasons why that piece of yard was so patchy, Nightengale, Kittenlark, and myself.
Anyway, I looked up and saw something unlike anything I'd ever seen or have seen since.
A huge squirrel was sitting on the lawn chair.
I'm not talking fox squirrel big, I'm talking mondo-freaky big. It sat on the arm of the chair with it's nose at the end and it's rear at base with its tail draped over the back of the chair. It was grey with a white muzzle and belly. It's tail was long and feathery. It seemed to look at me with it's big black eyes as I tried to get someone's attention to come see this strange squirrel. Just my luck that everyone would be in another room.
Before anyone reached me the squirrel jumped off the chair, bounded across the lawn and leapt right into a tree.
No, not onto, into. It was one of those trees with lots of little suckers and fuzzy leaves near the base. The foliage hid the trunk from a distance but really didn't offer much cover beyond that. Even so that squirrel dived headlong into the tree and vanished. No shaking of leaves as it ran up the trunk, no flash of a tail as it rounded the tree into the bushes, nothing.
Obviously, this story was taken with a certain amount of disbelief. I mean, a giant squirrel appeared and disappeared from the yard without a trace? I think everyone tried to believe me, but I know they had a hard time. Dad asked if I was sure about the size. A squirrel that long didn't seem right to him.
The memory comes back once in a while. I still wonder what I saw. Like I said, I've never seen anything like it before or since. I haven't found anything like it in any mammals of North America books. But I *saw* it.
But *what* was it? A strange halucination? An incredibly rare breed of squirrel that no one has documented? Some sort of squirrel spirit?
I really wish I knew.Current Mood: sick Current Music: (watching Dog The Bounty Hunter) |
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Well, it's been a week, so I really should update this thing.
But I really don't have much in the way of art.
Eh, I did get a little further with that picture I was working on. Here's a little look at my progress.
Wow. That stinks. Guess the number of colors was too much for a GIF file. Anyway, you get the idea.
Oh, and I have some interesting news. I'm moving!
Yes, after a year in this apartment, trying and failing to support myself, and generally making a mess of this thing called independence, I am going home.
I'm moving to my hometown and I'll try to find a job there. Even if I don't find one right away there's a Walmart coming to town so I should be able to find something there.
It's kind of a hard decision. On the one hand I'm going home. On the other I'm leaving a sister behind who's finishing up her first year at college. Not to mention <lj user="sable_cat>.
*sigh* There are no easy choices, but I really am looking forward to returning to my hometown. With hills. The Red River Valley might have great farm land, but it's landscaping leaves something to be desired.
And being able to walk a few blocks and be away from everything. Forests, swamps, winding trails... Nirvana.
Mom's gonna want to get me a cellphone. For safety. ^_^ Personally I think a mallet would be more effective. Or pepper spray.
My little brother is going to be ectatic. Though I do hope to limit how long I spend at home. After I get a job I'll work on getting an apartment.
And speaking of work, I missed it today. Despite a stomach ache I was trying to get there, but then I had some bad dizzy spells. No way I was going to work then.
Crud. Like I don't have enough problems.
Feb. 16th, 2006 @ 09:26 pm
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Long time no see, everyone. Well, except for the readers I'm related to, 'cause I just saw them this morning. ^_^
Anyway, I got to go home for Christmas. Whoopee! We went to the Candlelight Mass on Saturday, minus the candles. The little kids were so cute! A lot of the angels were rather reluctant to approach the altar. One little boy got up there, then turned around and ran away.
At the end of Mass the last song was announced, "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing." Then the tree fell over and the little angels screamed. Father was beaned, but only on the right side of his head, so there was no damage. (He had a stroke a few years ago and most of his brain on that side no longer functions. Doesn't seem to have affected him much, though.)
I'm finally able to speak freely about the gift I've been planning to give Mom and Dad. The first plan was to give it to them on their aniversary but I got impatient.
Real honest to goodness root beer. And it was wrapped up like wine bottles. ^_^ They liked it.
I even went sledding with my brother. We had lots of fun on the hill behind the school and a big snow pile near the parking lot. Saucer sleds are the best because you can't stear them and they can spin. I ended up going down backwards a couple of times. An exciting experience multiplied by the fact that my tragectory led straight for a stand of trees. (Actually, more than a stand, there's a whole mini-forest between the hill and the river.)
Weeeeeeee!
Dec. 27th, 2005 @ 03:00 pm
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Turkey Day has passed. I got to spend some time with part of my family, though not all since Mom and Kittenlark had to stay behind due to colds. ;.;
Still, things went well and I got to see cute little red squirrels acting like the rodent equivalent to chiwawas (sp?).
It is currently acting like winter here, after a long wait with the weather trying to make up its mind. There is now snow/hail/sleet coming down with high winds. Last night there was freezing rain that left everything in a sheath of ice and the ground as navigable as an ice rink.
ToT And I have to get to work today! My temp job, that is. The lawyer wants me to start painting his basement.
Did I mention that I have swollen glands? This is going to be murder.
I need lead lined boots, other wise I'll blow away.
No picture this time around. Sorry, Kittenlark, but I've been a bit busy. (Don't kill me, okay?)
What else? Not much, really. Just thought I ought to update with something. ^_^ Hope everyone is well.
Nov. 28th, 2005 @ 12:18 pm
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Well, yesterday was a Holy Day of Obligation. Very nearly forgot before Nightengale called asking if I wanted to go to the 7pm Mass with her.
^_^U Thank goodness for attentive sisters.
Anyway, Nightengale wanted my help on a problem on the way to Mass. She had an opportunity to get extra credit by sitting for an hour and a half listening to people yell at each other. In otherwords, attend a political debate.
Well, I began pointing out the pros and cons. I had Nightengale stand on the seam between two blocks of pavement. I stood to her left when noting to pros and to the right when noting the cons.
"On the side we have an opportunity to learn about the political process. On this side we have one and a half hours of listening to politicians trying to out shout each other. On this side..." This continued for a while until I started running out of pros. Then I said, "On this side we have----grass."
Nightengale thought that was hilarious.
The thing is, what I really want to talk about I can't. It's really neat, but if I said anything then... gaack! No! Wait! Aaaaaaa! I wasn't going to say! Help! Help!
...
This journal has been highjacked by a higher force in order that the great secrets of the universe not be revealed before their time.
So until that time, what I shall permit to be spoken is that the Natural Foods section of the grocery store is not just for tofu eaters anymore.
Nov. 2nd, 2005 @ 01:46 pm
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Sort of. I got in the St. Cloud paper. Here's the article.
I'm so proud of my Dad! ^_^
Nightengale gets to go home for the weekend. She has a four-day weekend and her roommate is driving her down on her way to somewhere else. I'd go too, but I have class tomorrow and resident manager stuff to do. ~.~
Oh well.
My Dad is in the paper! Wheeeeeee!
Oct. 19th, 2005 @ 07:03 pm
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Well, on Monday I had an interview at a local fast food place. Yes, yes, I know, I've been very much against the idea of working in fast food (again). I didn't want to, but I'm desperate and I've been passing that big red and white banner just about every other day for about a month.
So I broke down, went in there, applied, and got an interview. It really went quite well, I think. The lady said she'd look at her day schedule and call me later in the week. That's as close to actually saying, "you've got the job" I've heard in months.
I certainly hope this goes well. I had a chance to watch the people work as I was waiting for the interview, and I got the distinct impression that things were a bit, how should I say this, less chaotic than the last place I flipped burgers at.
Actually, this place looks like a well oiled machine, whereas the last place...
Weekly schedules marked in pencil?! And posted in a high grease enviroment? And they wondered why I missed so many days? (Though I'd be willing to swear in court that most of the days I 'missed' I wasn't even written down for.)
Oh well, that's the past. This is the present. I'm older (by five years), wiser (I'd hope), and I don't have to cross a small meadow or crawl onto a busy street from a drainage ditch in order to get to this place.
Oct. 11th, 2005 @ 10:32 pm
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Okay, first off, on the bus yesterday I saw something absolutely hilarious.
Someone was wearing a T-shirt that read:
WARNING!
Mouth operates faster than brain.
I need a shirt like that. It's so true.
And, on to something completely different. (Found these quizzes through Versari_girl.)
Taken as Argu (a.k.a. wolf-boy)
Argu: I'm not a wolf.
Me: Close enough. ^-^
You are a green dragon. YOu dwell in the forest and
you love peace. You don't often bother yourself
with human affairs but you love to help when
needed.
Which Dragon resides in your soul? (cool pictures!)
brought to you by Quizilla
Well, protecting humanity is part of his job. And unlike everyone else of his kind he actually wants the job. ^_^ He's a nice guy, really.
Take the "How Do You Use Magic?" test! Written by Brimo
Aside from the drug references, Druid fits. He is modeled after a wild animal, after all.
Which Hypocritical Hero character are you? By Nna
Is this quiz rigged? Because this is the same result Versari_girl got for both of her characters. (Come to think of it, he is intellegent, somewhat tempramental, but not really mean--though he might act like it once in a while.)
Reid
What Tales of Eternia Character Are You?
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Gosh, this is so, so, close. Though actually the quest was kinda his idea, it was having Giol along for the ride that he didn't like (or so he says).
You represent... apathy.
You don't really show any emotion. You can be
considered cruel and cold, but you just don't
really care about anything. This is just the
way you are... you're quite a challenge to get
close to, and others may perceive you as
boring.
What feeling do you represent?
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Close, at least on the surface. (There's always more underneath. hee-hee-hee)
You're Cagilli!
Gundam Seed Character Quiz
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I guess this is about as close as the series has to Argu's personality. Come to think of it, he's just about as effective as a comforter as Cagilli is. (That girl acts so bi-polar sometimes.) And while he may not want people to die, he'd realize it'd happen and might even do some of the killing. (At his age you kinda learn to put up barriers.)
That's it for Argu.
Now for Giol (the young wizard):
You are a white dragon, pure and noble, you would
help humans if they desprately need you. YOu
are kind and wise with a heart of gold.
Which Dragon resides in your soul? (cool pictures!)
brought to you by Quizilla
Purity, thy name is Giol.
Take the "How Do You Use Magic?" test! Written by Brimo
That last should be easy, so long as Giol doesn't lose control or anything. (He has no idea what he's capable of, sort of like Lina Inverse from Slayers.)
Which Hypocritical Hero character are you? By Nna
Hmm. Maybe it isn't rigged. And Giol is cute and sweet. Almost sickeningly so. (You see why Argu didn't want to take him along?)
Meredy
What Tales of Eternia Character Are You?
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Super happy with a strong penchant for being annoying. At least to people trying their darnedest to be in a bad mood. ^_^
You represent... naivete.
So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy at
times, but it's only because you're not sure
how to act. You give off that "I need to
be protected vibe." Remember that not all
people are good. Being too trusting will get
you easily hurt.
What feeling do you represent?
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How true, how true. Which is why Giol needs overly-cynical Argu around.
You're Kira!
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Yeah, I can see that. Poor kid.
Well, that's all I've got for now.
Oh, out in the real world, I have a job interview coming up. *crosses fingers*
Sep. 21st, 2005 @ 08:48 pm
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Grooooaaan.
Of all the meetings to be late to, the resident manager meeting.
But it wasn't my fault! Honest!
I got on the bus and near the end of the route there's a train, so the bus takes a detour since it's already a couple minutes late.
So it goes under the bridge and there's a traffic jam! Some bozzo refused to go when the green light came on.
So after five minutes of inching along there was no way I was going to make the connection at the bus station.
Thank goodness a lady there let me use her cell phone to call ahead that I'd be late.
Anyway, I get on the next bus, and guess what? Another train!!
If you're wondering what the banging sound is, that's my head making repeated contact with the wall.
Everyone understood why I was late, but it still bothers me.
I also need to clean my apartment, vacuum the halls, and mow the lawn. And I'm still having breathing problems. (I've sometimes suspected that I may have exertional asthma, but there isn't a single doctor who'll take me seriously when I bring it up! >< grrrrrr)
Sep. 20th, 2005 @ 08:24 pm
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There was a downpour today.
Wouldn't you know it would be while I was out to pick up supplies. -.-;
This was a major downpour, with rain drops the size of marbles. Huge puddles formed in a matter of minutes. Rivers flowed from my hair. Sheets of water fell from my hat brim, obscuring my vision.
The damp penetrated my jacket and soaked my skin. My shoes swelled to three times their weight and made a squishing noise as I walked. Puddle water seeped up my pants, up to my knees. So I felt like I was wading in a stream.
By the time I was home anyone could tell where I had passed in the building by the trail of mud and water I left behind. The only thing to do was hang up my clothes and take a hot bath.
What an experience. It was rather unpleasant, but good reference material if I ever need a rain storm in a story.
That, and when the storm cleared I got to see the coolest cloud formations. I have got to work on making clouds for my pictures.
Aug. 25th, 2005 @ 09:46 pm
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Today has been rather interesting.
First of all, I walked to campus to get a refill on my Paxil perscription. (It's a nice cool day, by the way. A little damp, but pleasant compared to what the weather has been.)
When I got there I found out that the health center was closed. I knew it would be this month, but I thought it was next week.
So I only have three days left on the current perscription and a full week before I can get in.
There are other clinics around, but I don't know that I can get the refill anywhere else without documentation. Documentation that can't be accessed because the health center is closed.
>< I really shouldn't let things like this happen. Thing is, I wasn't feeling so great last week and I really thought I'd be able to get the refill today.
Then I found out I can't access my school e-mail account because of *another* server problem. This wouldn't be so bad except that's the address the paper I freelance for has and I'd kinda like to know if I get another assignment.
My utility bill went up because of all the A/C I've been using.
Ah. But there is happy news. Yesterday I was at my Grandpa's and I got to feed a wild turkey.
Not a semi-domesticated wild turkey that someone keeps on the a farm, but a real honest-to-goodness wild turkey. Its name is LT which stands for Lame Turkey. Its right foot was hurt and so it walks with a bit of a limp. Still, it moves quite fast.
This is a smart turkey to make Grandpa's yard part of its range. There's always food and water, and hunters aren't allowed.
Grandpa had told me how he sometimes goes out to feed LT, and I thought it would be neat to try it.
While Grandpa was in town I saw LT in the garden. I got on my shoes and went out to the breezeway to get a cup of fieldcorn. By the time I was outside and had mixed in some sunflower seeds, LT was over by the feeding tree. I walked as close as I dared, a little over ten feet from him, I think.
LT cocked his head and made popping and clucking sounds. I shook the cup, and he came a little closer, still looking at me very cautiously. I crouched down on my heals to make myself smaller and shook the cup again.
A little closer. He made funny noises.
I took a handful of corn and seed, shook it, and tossed it out. He came a little closer, then lifted his head and stared at me.
This repeated four times before he was close enough to grab the food. Then he took one last look at me and dove for the food.
When he finished a bit of it he lifted his head and stared at me again. I tossed out more food, this time letting it land a little closer to me. He stepped closer and began eating.
He got within a good two yards before I made a mistake. My ankles were getting tired from the way I was crouched, so I sat down.
This startled LT, and he bolted. Not very far, just to the feeding tree. There he stopped and looked at me again. Then he started limping away.
He moved quite fast for a lame turkey.
Anyway, at this point I went back inside. Turkeys are funny looking birds, but kinda cute.
Aug. 10th, 2005 @ 11:55 am
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