"Love her, as I loved her, and there will be joy."
That was an ode to The Princess Bride, which I've seen on VH1 at least three times since I got home [I only watched one of those times]. Wonderful.
I just thought I'd leave a few "final words" before I head up-up-and-away from here, as I find it unlikely that I'm near a computer again for some time.
(1) I got a replacement library card today, because my original one has gotten lost in the abyss that is our house. That's how I'm able to check my email right now. Woo!
(2) I got socks and pots for Christmas.
(3) I just got a whole lot of traveler's checks. I mean a WHOLE LOT.
(4) I spent a lot of good time with Dustro and Jenn yesterday. I bought my first Gap clothes, and I must say, I'm beautiful. And I got courduroys from Lane Bryant. Good times! Oh, and I bought three books. A Turkish phrasebook, Stitch N' Bitch Nation, and Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister. All very exciting. I spent a lot of moneys.
(5) I somehow got a B- in Buddhism, despite the fact that I didn't even turn in a third paper and got Cs on all of my tests [testes]. I must've gotten a really good final grade.
(6) I can't think of anything else. Have a fabulous new year, and if I don't post, you'll hear from me in February. I'm partying with Timmy BoJangles tonight.
Friday, December 31
Thursday, December 23
Point of coincidence
When I was little, we used to drive up to my great-grandmother's house nearly
every weekend. We'd stay and my parents would talk with her, and I'd play in
the backyard by the creek [or "crik," depending upon your pronunciation].
Since the drive was only two hours or so, we were there fairly often.
There's one spot in the middle of the state that we drove by every time, a
field with at least three radio poles. At night they would be lit up, as radio
poles are, and when we'd drive by, my dad would always ask, "Do you remember
what that's called when they line up one behind another?" Being fairly young
at the time and not particularly caring about things like that, I'd reply,
"No." And my dad would always remind me, "That's called the point of
coincidence." And then I continued spacing off and dozing for the
remainder of the drive, and he kept driving. [Kind of reminds me of the time I
tried to spell 'knowledge' and got it wrong twice. Don't ask why I thought of
this. Random childhood thing.]
The reason I relate this tender anecdote is that my dad brought it up again
the other day. And I couldn't remember. But this time, I think I'll try to
keep that bit of knowledge, because you'll never know when it comes in handy.
Like the Christmas party that my mom threw on Tuesday night at our house for
her employees. [She's the lab manager of our local county hospital.] She
invited everyone over, and we had a potluck kind of gathering. [What is
it with me and potlucks lately? Sheesh.] Well, one of her employees is a
rather ditzy woman, but she's loads of fun. And she's also the mother of
someone I knew back in high school — someone I kind of had a crush on,
although I didn't realize it then. [To make matters more exciting, the guy she
was dating then was the same person I had a crush on in sixth grade. Oh, how
times change and irony flies.]
Anyway, my mom mentioned that I'll be going to Greece and Turkey in January,
and this woman said, "Oh, Jenna's going to Greece, too." And I, being my usual
curious self, asked when. "January." I gave her a small look of confusion and
said, "Really? When does she fly out?" "Oh, I don't know. Maybe on the 3rd."
Long conversation short, it turns out that Jenna will be in Greece for January
doing a nursing program.
Coincidence? I have no idea. After all, her mom's only worked for mine for
about two years. And I didn't even know that until Tuesday night.
Note: Boldface indicates my dad's use of his booming radio announcer
voice.
every weekend. We'd stay and my parents would talk with her, and I'd play in
the backyard by the creek [or "crik," depending upon your pronunciation].
Since the drive was only two hours or so, we were there fairly often.
There's one spot in the middle of the state that we drove by every time, a
field with at least three radio poles. At night they would be lit up, as radio
poles are, and when we'd drive by, my dad would always ask, "Do you remember
what that's called when they line up one behind another?" Being fairly young
at the time and not particularly caring about things like that, I'd reply,
"No." And my dad would always remind me, "That's called the point of
coincidence." And then I continued spacing off and dozing for the
remainder of the drive, and he kept driving. [Kind of reminds me of the time I
tried to spell 'knowledge' and got it wrong twice. Don't ask why I thought of
this. Random childhood thing.]
The reason I relate this tender anecdote is that my dad brought it up again
the other day. And I couldn't remember. But this time, I think I'll try to
keep that bit of knowledge, because you'll never know when it comes in handy.
Like the Christmas party that my mom threw on Tuesday night at our house for
her employees. [She's the lab manager of our local county hospital.] She
invited everyone over, and we had a potluck kind of gathering. [What is
it with me and potlucks lately? Sheesh.] Well, one of her employees is a
rather ditzy woman, but she's loads of fun. And she's also the mother of
someone I knew back in high school — someone I kind of had a crush on,
although I didn't realize it then. [To make matters more exciting, the guy she
was dating then was the same person I had a crush on in sixth grade. Oh, how
times change and irony flies.]
Anyway, my mom mentioned that I'll be going to Greece and Turkey in January,
and this woman said, "Oh, Jenna's going to Greece, too." And I, being my usual
curious self, asked when. "January." I gave her a small look of confusion and
said, "Really? When does she fly out?" "Oh, I don't know. Maybe on the 3rd."
Long conversation short, it turns out that Jenna will be in Greece for January
doing a nursing program.
Coincidence? I have no idea. After all, her mom's only worked for mine for
about two years. And I didn't even know that until Tuesday night.
Note: Boldface indicates my dad's use of his booming radio announcer
voice.
Tuesday, December 21
Church.
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She decided to spend some time
abroad, and her family decided to take over their church for one evening so
that they could raise money for her to do things with while she was there. Her
father cooked all day, making four different kinds of soups for a soup supper
— potato, ham and bean, chili, and oyster stew.
Also, as a last-minute thing, her mother asked her to sing a solo in church
that she had done five years previously. She wasn't too fazed — one
run-through and she was good to go. However, her mother neglected to mention
that they were singing the entire cantata, not just the piece with the solo.
And, as an added bonus, her mother taught her the descant so that she could
sing very high notes over the entire congregation and thus feel somewhat
embarassed when everyone came up to her after church to say, "Oh, you're not
going back to Luther! You have to stay and sing for us every Sunday!" and she
said, "No, I have to go finish my education but thank you anyway" and ran away
to hide in a corner until the rest of the churchy people had fled off to their
own homes.
This was all the same day. But I got upwards of $375 from people. And somehow,
I'm still getting random checks from people I don't really know. A librarian
gave me $50. And someone else gave me $100. They're both getting postcards.
abroad, and her family decided to take over their church for one evening so
that they could raise money for her to do things with while she was there. Her
father cooked all day, making four different kinds of soups for a soup supper
— potato, ham and bean, chili, and oyster stew.
Also, as a last-minute thing, her mother asked her to sing a solo in church
that she had done five years previously. She wasn't too fazed — one
run-through and she was good to go. However, her mother neglected to mention
that they were singing the entire cantata, not just the piece with the solo.
And, as an added bonus, her mother taught her the descant so that she could
sing very high notes over the entire congregation and thus feel somewhat
embarassed when everyone came up to her after church to say, "Oh, you're not
going back to Luther! You have to stay and sing for us every Sunday!" and she
said, "No, I have to go finish my education but thank you anyway" and ran away
to hide in a corner until the rest of the churchy people had fled off to their
own homes.
This was all the same day. But I got upwards of $375 from people. And somehow,
I'm still getting random checks from people I don't really know. A librarian
gave me $50. And someone else gave me $100. They're both getting postcards.
Wednesday, December 15
Froggin' and potluckin'
I had to frog nearly two inches of ribbing I've been working on for Lina's hat because I failed to take her massive hair into account. I hope the number of stitches I picked works ... I don't want to have to frog it again.
Also, I'm heading home tomorrow after my Food and the Environment final [a potluck, of all things], which means that I probably won't be posting terribly often, and even much less when I head to Greece and Turkey in January.
So if I'm not back for a while, don't fret. I'm just not near the 'net. [Not an intentional rhyme. I promise.]
Also, I'm heading home tomorrow after my Food and the Environment final [a potluck, of all things], which means that I probably won't be posting terribly often, and even much less when I head to Greece and Turkey in January.
So if I'm not back for a while, don't fret. I'm just not near the 'net. [Not an intentional rhyme. I promise.]
Filthy/Gorgeous
Ain't no sum bitch gonna treat me like a ho. I'm a classy honey kissy huggy lovey dovey ghetto princess.
I listened to this song as I went to sleep last night, and I was happy. That is, until I had a dream that Sowa pronounced my name very incorrectly and I decided to write it down underneath a picture of me so that he would know how to properly address me. I was drunk at the time, and so I spelled it the way he said it instead of spelling it correctly. And then I wrote, "except without the extra I" which was the whole problem in the first place.
Good times were had by all at La Rana and Corner and [believe it or not] 'Scoe's. For a Tuesday during finals week, there was no-one at the bar. It was nutso. So Beth and I chatted it up with a girl named Maren in the bathroom. For at least ten minutes. I thought it was funny that we didn't leave the bathroom area until we were done talking. Not a large space.
ANYway. I think I'm done for now. I just thought you'd like to know.
Later ...
Something you should think about, not only during the holiday season, but year-round. I learned about these two sites through this BBC article. If you're tired of being materialistic during the holidays, perhaps you'd like to impact someone else's life.
Good Gifts Catalogue
Alternative Gift Catalogue
And Christmas isn't the only time to give gifts like these — they're needed year-round.
I listened to this song as I went to sleep last night, and I was happy. That is, until I had a dream that Sowa pronounced my name very incorrectly and I decided to write it down underneath a picture of me so that he would know how to properly address me. I was drunk at the time, and so I spelled it the way he said it instead of spelling it correctly. And then I wrote, "except without the extra I" which was the whole problem in the first place.
Good times were had by all at La Rana and Corner and [believe it or not] 'Scoe's. For a Tuesday during finals week, there was no-one at the bar. It was nutso. So Beth and I chatted it up with a girl named Maren in the bathroom. For at least ten minutes. I thought it was funny that we didn't leave the bathroom area until we were done talking. Not a large space.
ANYway. I think I'm done for now. I just thought you'd like to know.
Later ...
Something you should think about, not only during the holiday season, but year-round. I learned about these two sites through this BBC article. If you're tired of being materialistic during the holidays, perhaps you'd like to impact someone else's life.
Good Gifts Catalogue
Alternative Gift Catalogue
And Christmas isn't the only time to give gifts like these — they're needed year-round.
Tuesday, December 14
Snappish nook
It seems that many people can't help but compare Scissor Sisters to Elton John, including Dustro [that's how he originally described them to me, after he'd caught them on SNL a few days ago]. I just love that.
And Buddhism is done — that's all I will say.
And Buddhism is done — that's all I will say.
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