Day 8: Someone Who Has Made Your Life Hell or Treated You Like...Rubbish

I'm sitting here, watching television, doing laundry and drinking tea so black it looks like whiskey. Yum.

So, I'm realizing that over the course of this Challenge Thing, a lot of people will pop up repeatedly. I suppose it's just the nature of the game, and I'm finding this rather therapeutic. I try to seriously consider all my answers and work through the issues the prompt brings up. This blog has helped me get through a lot of my issues with dating and guy in general, and my hopes/fears about my future. So pat on hte pack to this blog, better then any therapist I could have asked for....or afforded.

Well, I gotta say, this one is a hands down winner. She was devious, manipulative, hurtful, and just so friggin emo. Or was it 'scene'? Aw heck I'll just go with slut and call it even! (If I don't like you I can get nasty. Boo hoo you suck). She Who Must Not Be Named, or as you all will know her as the ex-girlfriend I ranted about in this post from November. She treated my sibling horrendously and he still has some lingering issues he has to deal with.

There was nothing about her that I can look back on and trust. I made SO MANY excuses for her, while blaming SO MUCH on my brother! The only thing she brought to my family was discord as we all grappled with the question of what do do with/about her. I don't appreciate feeling used or lied to. Her actions were unpardonable and I hope one day she realizes what she did. But I doubt it. After all, it's really just in stores that the hero gets the justification and the villain gets punished.

Day 7: Someone Who Has Made Your Life Worth Living For

Ummm...gonna have to be an absolute jerk here....gimmie a minute....uhhhhhhhh......there has to be SOMEONE....errrrmmmmmmmm


The first 'person' I'd say would have to be Jesus. Yeah, yeah, the cliched Christian answer, but that doesn't make it any less true. My life has changed these past few years, from happy and innocent, to grown up and troubled. And though I know full well that many people have much more difficult loads then I do, my trials are enough for me. My Savior has been with me every step, every break up, He was with me every time problems with siblings grew to painful/frightening to bear on my own, He has protected me during my studies, and He is with me as my family deals with multiple relatives in poor health. so yeah, cheesy and cliched but true.

As for the mortal realm, I'd have to say it would be my Bestest Friend and Katie, as well as Southern Brother. Ironically, they all read my blog. No I am not buttering them up, though if they appreciate this so much that they buy me a puppy, who am I to stop them? ;) Bestest Friend and Katie are the girls I go to with pretty much everything. We all know what the other is going through and these gals are the best friends I've ever had. They are always there when I need to vent about brothers or need a girls night out or just need a friend. Katie and I worked together for like three years and even though we've moved on, still text like EVERY DAY. Cause we're totally awesome. Bestest Friend and I have been friends since like middle school. Though we drifted during high school when I left the church we both attended, thanks to the miracle of facebook we found each other. We've been friends so long its' weird to think of her NOT being in my life. Love you girls! <3

Also, Southern Brother! Of all my siblings, I was closest with him. He TOTALLY spoils me, but I'm cute so I deserve it. Now that I think of it, he's also the only one whose explanations of tech-y things I understand. Probably cause he's the only one who takes time to make sure I understand! But events like today's really remind me of how much I miss having him around. At lunch today, Army Brother and Air Force Brother began harassing me for a tiny joke I had played. Normally, I can handle their jokes and constant barbs at me, but today it got out of hand and their words became outright cruel and wounding. I went upstairs in tears and haven't been down much since (naturally neither brother has apologized, though I apologized for the prank). I kept thinking if Southern Brother was here, I'd have someone to defend me. He NEVER teased me like they do. He never hurt me like they do. He makes me laugh and we talk in animal noises on the phone. He has a dog that eats feet. His wife is southern and super nice. And he knows how to fix mah cell phone (speaking of which dude...)

I watched all three extended editions of the Lord of the Rings films in less then 24 hours and am now very tired. Losonmg ability to form cohesive sntace things. will try to get backt on track with 30days posts. sooooo tireddddd

Getting Real for a Second

You might have noticed that I skipped yesterday and today for the 30 Days of Truth challenge. I will get back to it, but to be honest it kinda just plummeted on my priority list. The story is long, and I'm sad to say it isn't going to be a happy one, but I have to share this. So just bear with me while I explain whats been going on the past few months.

My Momma is the oldest of five siblings. She is the only normal on in the bunch. I am very blessed to be her daughter. But seriously, she is, the siblings have all joked that she was switched at birth or something! She is the only one to have gone to college, and have gone on to really make something of herself. She became a nurse and worked until my second or third brother came around. Her siblings didn't really live close by so I never felt very connect with most of them. It was a bummer, but they were never there, so there was nothing for me to miss.

In fact, until 2007, I had only met Momma's sisters. One lives in the area, the other came to visit with her daughters ONCE years ago. In 2007 Southern Brother got married, and I got to meet Uncle G. He was sarcastic, weird, and had never met me. Needless to say, I made him be my friend. I'm very obnoxious and persistent and it amused him. The best way to describe him is...well...he looks like a pirate! Fat and hairy. Well, we stayed with him and grandmother for a few days before Southern Brothers wedding, then it was back home. I hadn't seen much of him since then, and apart from a few brief phone calls we had little contact.

Then everything changed this summer. Uncle G went in for surgery on what we all thought was just a hernia. Here the details get a little fuzzy, lots was going on all at once. Turns out however, that it was NOT a simple hernia. They found out he had pancreatic cancer, the very same cancer that killed my grandfather (his father) in just a few months. The survival rate is dismal, but we had a ray of hope, a surgery that could possibly remove the tumor. It was small, but I clung so tightly to it. It was the first day of classes at Uni X and I recall right were I was at the kitchen table when the call from Southern Brother came in. The surgeon was so sorry, but the cancer was too far progressed, they removed a small bit and closed him back up.

When you get a diagnosis, its bad. When the surgeon gives you months....its worse.

Lots has happened since then, but he is still alive. He decided to have radiation, not that it will do much more then make him sicker. He is mostly in denial, and he lashes out at my mother. Did I mention she went to college and became a nurse? You better believe my Momma's a smartie.

All this has made for a very stressful few months. It was the worst way to start a semester, and it really effected my studies. My grades will be pretty dismal, but I'll survive. Now, this all sucks, but hang on kids, we're not done yet.

My one aunt who live in the area, Aunt A, has been sick since the beginning of December. She asked Mom what to do, went to the doctors, but just couldn't shake the pneumonia that had settled in her lungs. December eighteenth, my first day of vacation, I was woken up by Momma telling me we were going to the hospital. In my half-asleep state I thanked her, but told her I was fine so we didn't have to go. No, she replied, it was for Aunt A, she had gone to the hospital last night. That's one way to wake a person up, belive me.

Over the course of her six day hospital say, the doctors removed over ten liters of fluids from her lungs, gave her a CAT scan, put in a chest tube, and was just today diagnosed her with cancer. You read that right. Two of my Momma's younger siblings have cancer. Now, for my aunt we all saw this coming. She's smoked for thirty years often three packs a day, we always knew it was going to be cancer that gets her in the end. So she has lung cancer, but there are also spots on her colon, intestines, breast, and ovaries. The lesson here kids is: DON'T FREAKING SMOKE! If you do now smoke, I beg you, you need to STOP. You life isn't worth being puffed away! find some reason worth quitting for! Even if it is just to explain to me until I understand the finale of Lost or the meaning of Inception!

Sigh. So I went from a stressful semester to a horrible holiday season. My whole family needs your prayers. I need your prayers. I'm exhausted. Physically, emotionally, mentally. I'm going to lose two of my favorite relatives probably by this time next year. Aunt A will be telling her three children (ages 22-16) in the next day or so.

There was so much more I wanted to say and I could have said all of this so much better, but this will have to do. I used to think 'Wow, God sure has blessed me, I haven't had many trials to endure!' Now I think 'Wow, God sure has blessed me with His ever-present love, a loving support system of friends, and the knowledge that He is here with me and He will get me through all this'.

The 23rd Psalm

The Lord is my sheperd, I shall not be in want

He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters

He restores my soul

He guides me in paths of righeousness for His names sake

Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Death, I will fear no evil

For You are with me

Your rod and your staff, they comfort me

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies

You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows

Surely Goodness and Love will follow me, all the days of my life

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord

Forever

Day 6: Something You Hope You Never Have to Do

With the recession being what it is, the current state of unemployment, and the rising cost of living, one thing I have worried about in this time of my life is having to move back home after graduation. This is probably rather premature, especially since I have at least one more year at college and haven't even moved out yet, but it is something I wouldn't want to do. I long for independence and freedom and moving back home would be so hard. My family is big, and loving, but I like having my own space. I like having people around, but I prefer to do my own thing and not have to answer a thousand questions every single time I go out with friends!

I suppose it could be seen as very ungrateful to be this way but this is the 30 Days of Truth Challenge. Don't think I don't love my family or anything. I just need to move on. I am living in the same house I've been in since I turned three, the same room since I was sixteen, the same job since I was seventeen. I used to hate change, now I'm more receptive to it. But, I don't say anything because everyone FREAKS OUT when I change my mind. I know they kid, but really? Is SUCH a production needed when I just say I want to try a different breakfast cereal?! Sheesh!

Part of the problem also might stem from the fact that I am twenty-two, and still living at home playing the same role I did when I was a child. Granted, I do have a job, something those pesky child-labor laws prevented me from getting earlier. I know that of all the horrible things that could happen when I finally leave home, having to temporarily return would hardly be the worst. Just so long as it was temporary.

Also I hate potatoes.

Day 5: Something You Hope to do In Your Life

TRAVEL! See the WORLD!

I know it wouldn't be a big thing for others, but I want to be a dog owner someday

 I want to look EXACTLY like that bride on my wedding day.

I mean, how adorable is that little crown?!

I also want to find Narnia. Or be a Pokemon master

Day 4: Something You Need to Forgive Someone For

Ughh, for better or for worse, I knew this one right away.

The Ex. well, the first ex really. Sigh, he was bound to pop up in this eventually. For as much of a jerk as he was to me, I know that he didn't mean to hurt me as much as he did. I learned a lot from our brief, stupid time together. I learned that sometimes what we want isn't what we SHOULD want. Settling NEVER works. And Trekkies are just as lame as people think they are. They just don't know how to handle the opposite sex. Lameeeeeeeeeeeeee. And that's enough about him, moving on!


I am glad it's over. I know that one day I will find happiness and awesomeness and someone who will make me feel like this :)

I've never wanted something rational

Yay for cheesy love songs! Also, funny thing, from talking with my best friends I actually realized I have a type.Didn't know that, I thought I was pretty varied in the guys I like. I realized that I am most attracted to goofy-looking brunettes. How funny!

Day 3: Something You Need to Forgive Yourself For

Sorry I didn't post this yesterday, it wended up being a crazy day with me being woken up to go visit my aunt who had to be hospitalized suddenly, a 3 hour mid-day nap, and girls night out with Katie. Not what I'd expected for my first day on break! Alright, lets get tot this...

Forgive myself, eh? This was a bit tricky, I had to think a while until I realized what I was overlooking. My baby brother. I need to forgive myself for things I've said to and about him, for how I've treated him, and for not being the sister I should be. I blame myself for 'messing up' the birth order, instead of it being all five boys then me, it's four boys, me, last brother. Sometimes I can't help but think that if he and I had been switched that many of the problems we have wouldn't have happened or been as emo-riffic as they were

Forgiving myself for this has been a process, and every time I lose my temper at him I have to forgive myself again. Repairing the last few years of discord have been difficult, and it is SO EASY to slide back into old habits with him. But I do try to be a better sister, a better person with him. I try to give him grace and ignore his obnoxious behavior. When he yells at me I try to stay calm and leave him to cool down as quickly as possible. It's not going to be an overnight thing, as one of my friends said when I asked him to pray for my brother and I, we expect things to change overnight but they take time. Or something to that effect. It was awhile ago.

So there ya go, I'm not perfect. Actually, looking over the topics, my imperfections will become glaringly obvious at times....sheesh. Well, on to the next day!

Day 2: Something You Love About Yourself

Ahhh this is more like it!

That's right, I'm so awesome, guys from Atlantis give me thumbs up.

I am Awesome. That's probably one of the things I love about myself. I love that I've finally REALIZED I'm awesome, and actually started to care less what people think of me. True, I could be in better shape, I could care more about style and fashion, I could fuss more over my appearance...But then I wouldn't be ME! I freely admit that I'm not stereotypically pretty, but I'm far from ugly! Rather, I have a stunningly sunny personality that draws people in, I'm a bright happy person. I look out for my friends and I am fiercely protective of my best friends.

Being Awesome is more then trumpeting out to everyone that you're Awesome, it does come with a set of responsibilities you might not expect. It means you have to live as the best person you can be. Childern will look up to you and desire to emulate you. Teachers and professors will love having you in their classes, but will also expect Awesome work from you. Bosses give you Awesome tasks to perform. Being Awesome means you hold yourself to a higher standard of living. By this I don't mean you become a snob, no you just have to act better then the non-Awesome eople around you.

It's simple, it's fun. Be Awesome! You'll love it!

ANOTHER New Thing!

I wanna star doing movie reviews. But I also hate when reviews babble on and on. Simple and to the point, that's how I'll be. Unless they suck. In which case let me know, and I'll stop.

The Karate Kid

 Or, Why Some Franchises Should be Left ALONE

You know it's gonna be a bad movie when after five minutes you are rooting for the bullies. Seriously, Momma and I wanted to beat the bratty protagonist up!  I get that it was one of those really for kids movies that supposed to teach them something, but really??? There are so many better-less whiny-ways to get your point across. 2 stars, cause it DID have Jackie Chan

30 Days of Truth (Cause I'm Always Late to Trends)

So I guess back in November, this blog challenge thing went out. It's pretty straightforward: Everyday, for thirty days, you are given a truth to blog about. Some are going to be easier then others, but isn't that the nature of truth itself?

Without further to do, here we go, Day 1: Something You Hate About Yourself

Um, owch...alright....

I'd have to say that, currently I hate how stress makes me freeze. Like, literally, I can be set on a certain plan, but once problems arise or I have loads to juggle, I don't know what to do. So I stop. Look at this semester! The day before classes started I was all excited to go, but then my family received rather horrible news. That threw me off my game and the following months have felt wobbly as I struggle to figure out how to help at home when I can and be the student I need to while also maintaining healthy relationships with human friends and keeping my job.

Then, as I might have mentioned before, I want to be a sign language interpreter, but I am not able to register for the class that I need. Oh, and I also have a language requirement for my college, did I mention that? Yeah, cause no one told me. Sigh. College sucks. I'm sick of this anxiety that makes everyday feel like I'm getting punched in the stomach. I sit in class and feel like an idiot, I CANNOT pay attention! I've had no idea whats going on in class since like midterms. But rather then do something productive and study, I freeze and don't do anything.

Ergo, I think college is making me dumb.

The good news is that tomorrow (Friday the 17th) is my last exam! Hope I don't completely bomb it.

Well that was fun...ish. Tomorrow is another day.

Cue HUGE Sigh of Relief!

Ahhhh! All three papers handed in, one exam down, now just two more exams until I'm freeee! This has been such a rough semester, lots of personal issues kept distracting me as well as a general disconnect from my entirely new college. Intense. But I'm getting used to it, finding teachers I like and getting my bearings around the place. Three more semesters (hopefully) and I'll be done for good! Just gotta hand in there a little longer!

So...other then a desperate race to finish classes and papers and such not much else has been going on with lil' old me.Sporty Brother told me he wants me to move in with him next year when his lease is up. That would be soooo awesome, but I'll have to see where I stand with college and such. And besides, Southern Brother has a dog lol. 'The Plan' for when I graduate is currently in a state of flux, but there are some points that I'm set on: I want to move south where the sun lives, I want to live with a sibling for a brief time before moving out on my own just me, I want to be a sign language interperter where ever I end up. We'll see if all that ends up panning out, I mean, man plans and God laughs, ya know? But I do want to see what it would be like to be self reliant and independent. I've spent so much of my life bound up in what other people expect of me, shyly watching the world go by, but that has to stop. The best way I can see to change myself is to go and see what I make of myself. I won't be able to stay by myself, I'll NEED to get out and meet people, I'll NEED to learn how to take care of myself. An adventure! The adventure I've been longing for.

Now, I will admit part of the attraction for leaving is that there are no interesting guys around, and I absolutely adore southern accents ;) But somehow, the more time that goes on, the more content I am in being single. It's hardly the worst thing in the world, I actually have been happier being single then I was with either of my ex's. Ya live and ya learn. Now that's not to say I think I'll be single the rest of my life and die a crazy cat lady, no. That's just to say.... I suppose, that I'm waiting. When it's real and worth it, it will happen, I'll find someone. And like I've said, I'm still in college! I don't want a long drawn out courtship, nope, it's gonna be fast when it doen happen!

But enough talk of all that lovey-dovey nonsense!

IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS!! Momma and I will be putting up the tree tomorrow, I just ordered a few more gifts from Amazon (hey Katie your gift finally came in! Big sigh of relief!). I hope you all have some where to go to spend time with family or friends for the holiday! We'll probably be having a few friends and cousins over, and I might be working in the church nursery with my babies on Christmas Eve. I love the little ankle biters in our congregation, so cute and cuddly and fun :) Some of them I've been babysitting since they were born and are now 4-5 years old. I feel so OLD watching them grow up and start talking and such.

No joke, I'm getting teary over here, mooooving on...

It's snowing again. I really hope it's drivable Friday night and Saturday. Got plans with my girls! Totally need time to relax and chill with them, it's been a crazy few months for us all.

My Momma has boring taste in Christmas presents. Silly Momma. Any ideas what to get for my Dad?

Bonjour!

Woah, France. Hiya. Glad to see you guys have been enjoying the blog so much this week! I've never been read much over there, but this week I got like five separate hits from you guys. Thanks!

I like France. You guys have given us some pretty cool things. French comedies (Amalie, EASILY one of my top five favorite films!), french braids, French Bulldogs, french Poodles (well, not really, they're actually from Germany but I'm not blogging about Germany today am I?), the French Resistance during WWII, french guys, and french manicures. So, I thank you.

Now back to final papers.
Paper 1: Due Monday. Required length 7-10pgs. Current page count 7
Paper 2: Due Monday. Required length 8-10pgs. Current page count 1.5
Paper 3: Due Tuesday. Required length 5-7pgs. Current page count 2

Ever Wonder...

What would happen if we just stopped censoring ourselves and said what we really wanted to say? The kind loving words that we hold back inside. Imagine the wounds that could be healed, the pain that could be cleansed away...

What if you kept every single one of your promises? Fewer hearts would be broken. We would realize the strength of promising something. Of course, then lying about homework would be much harder...

Would your life be different if you knew the exact count of heartbeats you had been bestowed? How precious our lives would become!

If it was a baby, a blessing, a treasure; and not a fetus, not an inconvenience, and not a problem.

If we could love each other. Even past all our differences, all our problems, and all our hangups, how about we just love each other? We're all in this together after all. Try not to lose your temper so much, instead think of whats its like to be on the other side. Forgive, learn, and move on. NO ONE is perfect. Not even you, my precious little snowflake blog reader

Learn.
And move on.

And never forget how truly blessed you are.

Procrastionation at its FINEST

I'm at the point that I wish I could make a clone of myself to attend all my classes and write all my papers. Just one more week and exams until the suckiest semester of my life is over. The goal is not to pass, but simply to endure.


SO.
DONE.
WITH.
COLLEGE

Friggin hate this rubbish.

Ooo Baby it's Cold Outside

No, really, it's cold.

I live in the frozen north east of America, in a miserable land well adjusted to winter storms. We survive in snow boots and parkas. Almost every driver can tell you at least one vicious story of being trapped in their car for hours or in rare cases days as fierce storms raged outside. We get used to being trapped at jobs, friends or strangers houses, or 24-hour restaurants as we pray for the storm to blow past and the plows to free us. Our police officers have tow cables and tow trucks make a living just during the first storm alone. Snow is a way of life here. Now, all that having been said, never has a response to snowfall been as horribly mishandled as the reaction to this current blizzard.

I'll start my story by telling what I went went through last night. I've been a driver for about 3 or 4 years, and I had always been proud that I had NEVER been stuck or stranded in my car. I'm too smart to go out if its too bad out, I just elect to stay home or wait for the storm to abate. Well, yesterday I was on my two hour break between classes when I realized I had left at home, a textbook I needed for the next class. I sat for fifteen minutes debating if the snow was bad enough to risk a quick trip home and back. Yeah, quick....except my house is a forty minute drive on a GOOD day, and though I didn't know as I walked to my car, the roads I would be taking were still unplowed. Though the roads were a bit slick, visibility was fine, and I'd driven on far worse. My little neon was fine, until I turned onto my street, and my car just barely skimmed over the top of the snow. Simply, there was no way I could safely get off the road and back to school in time. Oh, and this was all around 10:30, so nice and early in the day.

We all had been warned. The news was calling for snow, and hoo boy did it come. Initial reports that I saw predicted little to no accumulation, but every report I saw agreed on one thing: the snow was coming at six. And baby, you better believe it came.

I was oblivious at work, chatting with my coworker and shelving books. Due to the odd shaping of the buildings roof, when heavy winds come, the building makes some craaaaazy sounds. So when the roof began moaning, I paid no attention and continued going on with my job. When the patrons began filing out far earlier then normal, I didn't notice. Isn't it amazing the things we don't see? What brought the gravity of the situation to my face was a simple act of kindness. I had offered to go out and brush my three coworkers cars off at 8 so that when we left at 9 we would have less time to all be out miserable. I really wish I'd had gloves.

It was awful. The moment I stepped outside I knew this wasn't going to be a good night. Mine and my coworkers cars had only been in the lot for three hours, yet every single one was covered with at least six inches of heavy, fluffy snow. And I didn't have gloves, or even proper snow boots on, and let me tell you, snow that's well past your ankles and in your sneakers isn't fun! And frostbite is just as painful and dangerous as you've been lead to believe. Every one still in the lot was trying as best as they could to dig out their cars from the unplowed lot while the wind blew stinging snow into our faces. Thankfully, our maintenance man had left in storage several shovels that we quickly handed out to those who asked for them. I was still valiantly trying to clear at least SOME of the snow from the cars, but I was losing feeling in my fingers at an alarming rate. I watched with growing unease as mini vans were spinning their tires, smaller cars like mine weren't getting anywhere, and even a pickup truck struggled feebly against the heavy drifts of snow.

My hand were getting red and I couldn't grasp my keys from my coat pocket to re-lock my car. With a shiver and a shrug I went back inside, covered head to foot in snow. My hat had a crust of snow on it and my long colorful scarf was white and heavy. I shook my gear off to dry and began to close the library up with Puppy Momma (She's my age and totally obsessed with fashion, fitness, tanning, and her Cockerpoo puppy). By 8:30 we were done tiding up and all that was left to do was fret. The Former Boss Lady and Sweet Old Lady were starting to get worked up as they stood anxiously at the windows. We watched in horrified amazement at the mess our parking lot had become. Cars on the road were skidding and sliding, we saw a accident, and once car after another got stuck. finally two Police cars arrived, and that's when things really began moving.

A few of the stragglers who were truly stuck had arranged for someone to brave the snow to rescue them, but a few kind (and helpful) people with SUVs stayed after they were freed to help pull others out. Between the two gentlemen shoveling out and directing the cars that could move, the two police officers with their tow cable, and your very favorite blogger with her replacement tow cable when the first one snapped pulling out a mini van, we got all the patrons out safely.

Now all that was left were the employees. Unfortunately, my car and Puppy Mommas cars had nothing to attach the tow cable to, and with snow covering the cars grills and inching up to the hood, it was looking bleak. I had called and asked my dad to come get me, but he had gotten stuck in the driveway and our street was a mess. One of the nice policemen offered to take me home, but since I live in a different town (FIVE FLIPPIN' MINUTES STRAIGHT DOWN THE STREET!) then where I worked and where the officer was from, he couldn't take me. I had stopped panicking once my hands thawed out (hey, one of the employees had to keep a steady head!), but I was beginning to get anxious as the snow kept falling and my car looked more and more stuck. But then God sent an angel in an SUV. Now, I know every child is trained from birth to NEVER NOT EVER get in a car with a stranger, but I did and I was fine! He lived just past my house, and once I saw he had his two toddler sons in the car I felt better about riding with him. So with a pull and a pop, all the cars were free or every driver had an alternative way home.

Gotta say, SUV=Gods gift to the snow-bound north.

SUV Guy got me safe and sound over the slick roads. We passed easily a dozen cars stranded or stuck during the five minute ride to my house. Dad and Air Force Brother were trudging their way to then end of the street to fetch me, and together we thanked SUV Guy and plodded back home. It had been an hour since we shut down early and a half an hour since we'd stared shoveling out the cars. I have to say, there was no sight more lovely then my own room with heat and dry clothes.

Snow continued to hammer the area, and to add some fun to the mix, thunder and lightning! I became quite clear that there was no way I'd make the hour long drive to campus the next day. So, with visions of snow days dancing in my head, I snuggled in bed.

3 AM rolled around and I was still awake. I checked facebook from my phone and saw two common themes in the local status updates. Themes I'd never have expected to see, let alone on the same night. People were talking about being stranded on the thruway, and snowplows getting stuck. And THAT was when my brain said "Oh snap. This is bad."

People had been stuck for hours, and little did we all know at 3AM, there were still hours ahead for them to wait. 10, 14, 20 hours people were trapped, and as I write this, there are still people stuck out there! The thruway had been open, then it was closed for most of Thursday, it reopened, only to now again, be closed. This is horrible, and people are not outraged that this has been so bungled and poorly handled, and they are totally correct! We live in a city that has extreme winters, why is this happening??

And the SNOWPLOWS! Four people in four different locations reported plows getting stuck in the snow! THAT'S new! Yeah, maybe it happens once or twice a winter, but four that I've heard of in one night seems a little, oh, BAD, don't you think?! And if the plows aren't getting stuck, in some cases, they just aren't coming. Katie's street has yet to see a single plow! We've peen plowed out three times in 24 hours but between the first and second there was easily a gap of twelve hours, so by the time they came back again there was about 16 inches in the road!

So to end my little tale, I'm staying home yet again tomorrow, and hopefully Momma and I will be able to get my car out and home. If the camera on my phone starts working anytime soon, I'll post some pictures for you all to be amazed at.

[UPDATE!] So, according to Army Brother, there were people stuck on the thruway for, you ready?

30 hours

Just let that sink in.....

yeah. In a car. With no food, no bathroom, no change of clothes, and eventually no gas for some people! Everyone is blaming everyone else for the problems, but at least they did agree on one thing. Next time a storm gets this bad, the thruway will close right away. No more of this waiting around crap, that only makes it worse.

Next person to mention anything about global warming gets punched in the face and gets to shovel out the driveway out the rest of winter.

HELLO DECEMBER!!!

I love snow! So pretty, so white, so fluffy, such a good excuse to skip class. Hehe! Alright, in my defense, I went to my first class, forgot book I needed for my next class, and decided after the slippery ride home to stay home and never again leave. I make good plans.

So, as it is now December, I hope you are all staying warm and cozy! I hope that you could think of at least one thing to be thankful for on Thanksgiving (and I hope you were all thankful for my blog!) and that you will remember the true reason we celebrate Christmas in a few weeks.

Fellow college students, hang in there! We're almost done, please don't lose out on too much sleep, don't freak out, and we'll all get through this just fine.

People driving in snow, remember to use sense. If the roads are too bad, don't go out! Give plow drivers right of way, leave loads of space between cars, and always know alternate roots. If you've never driven in snow, it's not hard, just calm down and keep up with traffic.

Parents, with Christmas just around the corner, please don't spoil your child. Don't go bankrupt on one day to get a toy the kid won't care about in a few hours, don't put yourself in danger to get to a store. It's just a trinket you're after, it isn't worth your life, or a fight. Your precious little child can survive without the newest gadget. I didn't, and I turned out fine!

Now go outside, play in the snow! If you don't have any snow where you live, go outside and enjoy the lack of snow! I've got final papers to write.

Getting to Know You! Getting to Know All about You!

So I thought for this posting, I'd do a kind of getting to know the blogger post thing (Cause I have nothing else to post about but I feel like I haven't written in ages).
So here we go!

I'm quieter in real life then you might expect from reading my blog. But i am working on getting outside my comfort zone. Slowly but surely.

I prefer Thanksgiving to Christmas, food>presents.

My family is Irish, Italian, and German (I think I might have already addressed this).

I love to reread books.

I love getting new clothes, but I hate shopping and spending money.

That being said, I bout 3 new shirts online last night.

The sole on my favorite pair of black heels is so worn, I have slipped twice and nearly injured myself wearing them. Yes, I do still wear them. I have large-ish feet so finding shoes is rough.

I'm a dog person, and after college is done and I have my own place, I plan to adopt a Carin Terrier. Already have the rescue I'll go to picked out!

My uncle looks like a pirate.

I have been in a car accident. I was driving. I was 21. I was sober. It was my birthday. It was in front of a volunteer fire house.

Many of the shows I used to watch were crime dramas, but they began to mess with my head and make me paranoid. Now I watch Doctor Who and Glee :)

I feel rather certain that I will not find my certain someone while living where I am, so I've stopped looking. He's out there, but it won't be until after college, I feel rather certain about that.

Some of my biggest pet peeves are: people who don't text back, douche bags, people who are vague with pertinent information, teenagers in 'love', being ignored, being used, guys who talk on their phone while on a date, people who label me as 'ignorant' homophobic' or as a bigot.

I am a Christian and I do my best to live a life that points to my Savior :)

Monkeys scare me.

Ditto with robots.

Unlike most of the people left in this house, I do not care for peanut butter.

I am allergic to strawberries, not enough that I would die if I ate one, I'd just feel weird. And my lips would itch. Gross.

I love dressing up, but rarely get an opportunity to.

I can rationally discuss comic books, know weather a hero/villain is in DC/Marvel, know which characters are friends foes and lovers, and know approximately when they came into the scene and most major plot points.

I'm a Ravenclaw, Water Bender, Blue Lantern. Props if you get the references.

Ham and pineapple are my favorite pizza toppings.

I like hockey, but not enough to care about stats. Naw, I'm only in it for the cute boys.

My coworker thinks Josh Groban and I would make a cute couple. I am inclined to agree. So if anyone knows Josh...could you tell him for me? Thanks.

A Very Potter Musical is my favorite musical ever. Look it up on youtube.

Ok that's enough. I don't want to turn any of you into stalkers now!
And I have a paper to write. Sigh.

I Must Always Use My Powers For GOOD, Not EVIL

I am a skilled facebook stalker. I won't even TRY to deny it. I checked out my last boyfriends profile before we even met (OK, it's not that creepy, my friend wanted me to meet him so I checked him out before OK-ing a meeting.)! I keep tabs on my friends ex's and old friends, people having babies, and people in and out of relationships. But there is one person I really REALLY shouldn't check up on.

One of my brother's ex-girlfriends.

Out of respect of said brother I will not specify which brother this happened to; and if the female in question was not in the armed forces I wouldn't HESITATE to post her full name so you could all go see the slut. Yeah I really don't like this person.

Hurt me and I'll get over it. Hurt my friends and I'll want to hurt you. Hurt my family and I'm out for blood.

I won't retell the whole gory story, suffice to say, she is a life ruiner who screwed up a kid who was already having problems on his own. She would accuse my brother of cheating on her, while in the same breath telling me about this awesome guy she knew. How he was there for her, how he was so sweet, so supportive, so handsome. Girl, I am SLOW not STUPID.

They would break up, get back together, break up, get back together. They carried this on for several years until one night when I got a phone call from her. Please know, I didn't hate her at this point, she was crazy, yes, but the storm was only just beginning. We would hang out, text, talk on the phone, and were...well, friends. So, this night of the phone call, I had two friends over for a sleep-over and we were watching Beauty and the Beast. I answer, and it was her. In tears. She chokes out that they had broken up and she thought he cheated on her and she just was so sad and so hurt and bla bla bla. I tried to comfort her for like, an hour while my friends waited for me to finish the movie. Was AWKWARD. When I heard from my brother a few days later, he was sad, and gave me an entirely different story. To this day, two and a half years later, I don't know what happened or who is telling the truth.

They never got back together after that. I never saw or heard from her after that call. But then things started to get weird.

A few moths after they had given their stuff back and most contact was severed...she began dating. She began dating the guy she would tell me about while accusing my brother of cheating. "Huh, that's odd" I thought. About a month later, they were freakin' ENGAGED! About 7-8 months after she had finished things, yeah she was engaged. Now I'm sure you're thinking this is all bad, but no I'm not DONE yet! Since they were both in the military, things had to move faster. But then he got orders to deploy. They were married within the week. Yeah.... I mean I do understand, especially since he then deployed like two weeks later. But they were living together before the wedding, so it's not like they needed to get hitched so they could enjoy some married people fun before a year+ separation....anyways

I kicked her off my facebook friends list sometime within this whole debacle, before they were married I know, but I'm not sure where in the whole time line. Imagine my shock when I saw everything that I had missed! Slut slut slutty McSlutslut!

All this brings me to TONIGHT! Lalala! Whenever I creeped on her profile, I would always check around for references to my brother, and yeah they were there. But today's set my 'raging protective sister' instincts into overdrive. Someone had commented that they didn't know she was married (Umm, dude? Where have you been??). She responded that yeah she was married and 'thank god it wasn't to [insert my brothers name here]!!!' Oh. My. Stars. Girl, I place a lot of the blame for my brothers current behavior, on you and how you treated him! ROAR! SISTER SMASH WHORE'S BRAINS!




I really don't like her.


Blaaa stress eating. Sigh. Calm down. Serenity now. It's over. As much as what she did to him bothers me, I don't appreciate how she made me her friend, got me to trust her, then did this to my brother. Such a mess. But they all made their own choices, and get to live with them. And despite all the anger directed at her, I do see that this was also his fault. He is too trusting, too easy to take people at their word. He won't always let us help him, which is silly. that's why God gives you siblings!

Kids, when your parents tell you not to date someone, listen to them! They really are smarter then you, and you really are just an idiot!

He still has a lot to get over with all this, but he's gonna be ok. And that enough for me. And the next girl to get close to him had better watch out for crazy sister if she shows signs of treating him like this.


Sigh. One last thing before I go find more food, as much as I don't like this person, I would never wish ill on her. As I said at the start, she is in the armed forces (granted a different branch now, she got kicked out of one and switched to another. Haha!) and I do have respect for her and her husbands sacrifice. If I saw her I'd probably just ignore her. I have no use for her...well other then raising my blood pressure haha.

Also I apologize that my last two posts have shown more of my crazy side then I'd like, hopefully next one will be more sunshine and puppies for you!

Anyone else seeing a lot of breakups lately? Four people I know have split up in the past week. Sheesh! What's going on?!? Makes me happy to be single!

For REAL?!

Four years.


You were with her for FOUR YEARS!! How DARE you do this to her?!? She is my Bestest Friend, and you broke her heart, you insignificant tiny man. You gave no indication, no sign that this was coming. Her family and true friends that care for her are left stunned, left to help the girl you threw aside. How DARE you!

And don't even think that you could get better then her! She is smart, funny, gorgeous, and she made you a better person. Guess you can't appreciate the good thing you had, well, too bad for you, you lost her. She will move on and find someone.

As for you? You. Are. Tiny. You are nothing. You lied to her, you lied to her family, and we all trusted that you were a good guy. You filthy LIAR!'




And now what am I supposed to do? You guys were together four years.... Doesn't leave much hope for us single gals. I thought you were good for her. I thought that you two would be together forever. guess forever isn't as long as it once was. She cried. We've been friends for years, I've only seen her cry perhaps five times.

But no worries, she's gonna find someone someday who might actually treat her well. And maybe I will too.

Apple Cider Days

Lots to update about, but no time with which to update. Perhaps by the end of the week I shall have another actual posting but for now this will have to do. Sorry.

Hello China, Russia, Canada, Luxembourg, Brazil, Sweden, Slovenia, and all the other random countries that have found my blog. Hope you enjoy. Not gonna lie, it fells weird to be read internationally.

Rainbows and Raindrops

Aliens, Amazement, and America...
Baby Smiles, Brunettes, and Bunny Rabbits...
Costumes, Candy, and Coldplay....
Doggy Kisses, Dinosaurs, and Ducklings...
Excited Kids, Energetic Mornings, and Early Birthday Presents...
Fall Leaves, Fond Friends, and Friendly Skies...
Green Grass, Gray Fog, and Glad Tidings of Great Joy....
Harry Potter, Hairy Dogs, and Happy Bloggers...
Invincibility, Invisibility, and Indescribable Moments....
Jesus, Jelly Beans, and Jumping for Joy...
Kittens, Karate, and Knitting...
Lazy Summer Days, Long Autumn Afternoons, and Late Winter Nights....
Moonlight, Mozart, and Memories....
Netflix, Nemo, and Neptune....
Oreos, Oranges, and Old Friends...
Peaceful Afternoons, Pretty Hair Days, and Ping Pong...
Quizzical Looks, Quiet Days to Read, and Quiznos Subs...
Rabbits, Rainbows, and Raindrops...
Sunrises, Sunsets, and Sing-a-Longs...
Turtles, Tiaras, and Totally Awesome Things...
Umbrellas, Underlings, and Unicorns...
Victory, Viktor Krum, and Violets....
Wandering Walks, Wolves, and Weird Jokes...
Xenophlis Lovegood, Running Out of 'X' Words....
Yo-Yo's, Yogurt, and Young Love...
Zoo Trips, Zombies, and Zebras...

My Back Hurts, I Have an Exam Tomorrow, and I Want Cookies!

I apologize for being AWOL the past week-ish. It's midterms here at Uni X and my brain feels like it's been replaced with cabbage. Which is unfortunate, since I do not care very much for cabbage. And I miss my brain.

I'll try to do a proper entry soon....once the tests are done.....assuming they are ever done.......



In the mean time, can you explain how the heck my blog got 30+ hits on two separate days this past week?! *sits back with gobsmacked expression* I'm baffled.

116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring barque,
Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken.
Love's not time'sfool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickles compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

~William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

Just a little preview for what I'll post tomorrow ;) Try and guess what it'll be

Nothing To See Here....

I'm writing a paper!...wait...no I'm not I'm updating my blog.....ok, I know what's going on.

I'm sleepy and want someone to cuddle with while watching tv. Hmmmm, maybe I'll get a dog. A dog would be so much better then a boyfriend! Bestest Friend and I spent like two hours texting all the reasons dogs are better then boyfriends. I should mention that Bestest Friend has been in a committed relationship for the past three years. Oh irony! She's very silly. And her boyfriend is an alright dude. :) Can't wait for them to get married!...or heck even engaged would be fun lol.

My cousin is getting married ten days before my birthday! That's gonna be an awesome birthday present, good luck to anyone trying to top it (because yes, that is the only reason she would chose that date)! I sure do love going to weddings. But being a bridesmaid is more fun. Bestest Friend or one of my single brothers gotta get hitched soooooon!

Someone invite me to a wedding!

College Should Totally Have Scheduled Naptime

Huh, two minutes into $#*! My Dad Says and I already hate it. It's pretty lame. But my decision is probably based highly on the fact that the twitter feed this is based off is freaking hilarious, and that I hate William Shatner.

As usual, I really should be doing homework....


I found a tiny sword in Little Brother's desk. Oldest Brother says it probably came from some kind of fancy drink. I think that Little Brother is secretly a tiny pirate. I also think Older Brother is old and boring. And I'm usually correct.

ZOMG DEATHLY HALLOWS PART ONE TRAILERRRRRRR!!! It made me pretty happy.

My birthday is coming up soon, so I'm gonna ask for a unicorn. I'd ride it around college and just say 'You views are irrelevant. I am on a unicorn!'. Then I would have my unicorn STAB people with its' mighty horn. I'll let you know if I get a unicorn.

After class one of my professors had to pull me aside and tell me I need to speak up in class more. Wow, I didn't know I was being that quiet. Now I has a sad. :( Cause I don't know what to say. Sigh.

And giant mosquitoes totally exist. Though they've stopped stalking me. Take that Postman.

You & Me

Zug. I should be doing homework, but I am so stinkin' tired. It sucks that it's only the START of the semester and I', this tired and bored and apathetic.

I'm being stalked by a giant mosquito. For realsies.

Dave Matthews Band <3

If My Family Went to Hogwarts

If my splendid family was to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, here are the houses we would be sorted into (If you don't know what I'm talking about...well....then....I'm very sorry. You must lead a very sheltered life.)

Oldest Brother would be in Ravenclaw. He is too smart NOT to be in Ravenclaw! He would be the ideal 'Claw, focused on studies and probably speaking a lot in riddles and double meanings.

Southern Brother is a bit tougher to place. I'd put him in Hufflepuff, the home of Cedric Diggory. Puffs are the friendly, outgoing, courageous, and smart. The Hufflepuff house kinda gets a reputation as being the stupid or leftover house, but I think Puffs are adorable! But I asked Southern Brother where he would be placed and he thought Ravenclaw. I'm not going to argue that he wouldn't end up there, since the Sorthing Hat does take into consideration where you would want to be. So maybe he would be a Claw, he's definitely smart enough.

Army Brother is without a doubt a Gryffindor! He would SO belong where dwell the brave at heart, their bravery is often a bit too close to recklessness, but i think he would do very well there. Interestingly, he also would share a house with the Potter family, the Wesealy family, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Albus Dumbledore!

Sporty Brother clearly belongs in Hufflepuff. He is easy-going, yet not afraid of work. Smart, yet not to the degree that people can't stand to be around him. He's an all-around alright brother.

Little Brother can be a bit tricky. He's predominately a Griffindor...but sometimes I see the House of Snake in him. Depending on his mood, he really could be in Slytherin where cunning, ambition, and a desire to win at any cost are often seen. Though those traits are really only seen when his temper gets out of control. He more often reflects the ideals of courage, loyalty, bravery, and chivalry :) Yeah, my Little Brother's like Harry Potter. Be jealous ;)

Now, if you're curious about what house I'd be in, it's no contest. I'm a Ravenclaw. I'd love to belong where wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure! Unlike Oldest Brother, I'd not really be the student who focused on my studies. Rather, I'd be like my favorite character, Luna Lovegood. I'd be a dreamer, kinda spacey, and entirely my own person. Clever, but I try not to be show-offish about it.




Ohhhhhh my. Sleeping pill just kic-ZZZZZZZ........

Oh...My

I SWEAR that I'm not dead, I'm just a really lazy person that doesn't update her blog. I apologize. I didn't mean to neglect this for so long....but I kinda did. So hakuna matata!

Apparently since I've been away from the blog-o-sphere, there have been some changes round the website. Like, I can now see how many people have been viewing my blog! Coooool! I can count my stalkers! Apparently (checks stats) I peaked in August, but my most popular blog was the one about my brother's in the service. It got read 5 times on September 11th, which feels a bit odd. But now that I'm going to try to tryyyy to record the adventures of my monotonous life more regularly, maybe those numbers will change. Anything is possible.

So, since I've been away, so many magical (and some non-magical) things have occurred in my life! Like, I started at Uni X! Woop woop! It's pretty educational, I'm learning how to talk with a Canadian accent. So I'm totally getting my monies worth ;) The bummer news is that, being an English major, I have to schlep around many heavy books. So my backpack weighs 13.6 lbs....yeah owch. My back is totally killing me and it's only the first week of class. I'm figuring I'll either have a broken spine or be a hunchback by the time I graduate. What a bummer.

My Shakespeare class is pretty fun. I like the Bard, his masterful use of words to convey so much in a simple sentence is rather mind-boggling. My Linguistics class is rather dull, but all the tests (including the final exam) are all open notes! But for all the ups and downs at Uni X, I still wish I was attending Hogwarts. I'd totally be in Ravenclaw, where 'Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure'.

Oh, I also got to go on an epic and awesome adventure down to visit Southern Brother! I went with Bestest Friend and it was the perfect end to summer. We hung out, read comics, played with the puppy, stayed up all night talking, went shopping, and got to enjoy southern culture. On the plane returning home, I seriously had to consider WHY I was leaving. I finally made up my mind that I will move down south some day, the question will just be south west or south east. Tra lalala, it will depend on where I can find a job.

Ummm pretty much any other news is really sad, so I think I'll skip that for now. I'd rather not end tonight's endeavor on a lame note.

Started watching Drop Dead Diva. LOVE it! Going to get the DVD from netflix. Any of my readers or random passers-by watch the show? Love to hear your thoughts on the show! :)

Fall Semester Lineup

Sheesh, is it even possible that the semester starts in less then a month?! Yipes! Where did time go??

But I'm totally excited/nervous/apathetic/sleepy/hungry when I think about my first semester at University X, it's gonna be intense.... But I'll survive. It's that 'What ever doesn't kill you makes you stronger' mindset that gets me through the 2 a.m. paper writing blitzes!

My schedule for right now is as follows: Monday/Wednesday Shakespeare's Early Plays 9-9:50, Myth & Religion in the Ancient World 12-12:50, Languages of the Wold 1-1:50.
Tuesdays/Thursdays British Modernism 2-3:20, Studies in World Lit 3:30-4:50
Friday is the same as M/W, except my Shakespeare class is an hour later, so YAY more sleep!

I like my schedule, and some of my teachers have gotten outstanding reviews, but I am hoping to drop a class and add in Sign Language level 1 if a spot opens. Fingers crossed!

Supplemental Blog

**Read this AFTER my previous post!**

Right, so I wrote all this in my previous blog, but I didn't think it fit very well, but it's important and needs to be said before I forget...again...

But I really should Army Brother's teasing while it lasts, the 'D' word has been looming a lot closer for him. His first Deployment will be coming up soon. I'll be hard not to share about it, but this is one part of my life that will forever stay out of the blog. Nothing will be posted about rank, location, stationing, movements, morale, ect. It's all a part of some acronym that stands for words that are all about keeping you solider safe while Deployed. Some people have problems with how private and secretive you need to be, but my view is, anything to keep Our Servicemen safe is fine by me. If I was told that terrrorists were intercepting my texts, you bet I would go all Office Space on that phone. Perhaps it's a bit excessive, but NOTHING will happen to them because of something I said trying to show off. Also, I don't want to turn this blog into a Military family/sister/support blog. I'm not qualified to be anything like that, but I can point someone in the right direction if needed.

*pokes head into internets* Miss me yet?

....Didn't think so. Sad face.

I'm concerned about what kind of English major I'll be if I can barely whip up the passion (ooo kinky) to keep up with this blog (ehh not kinky) for a few months. It would probably help if I had an exciting life to blog about, but as I've said before, not much happens to me. I'm pretty much an only child in a house that used to be full of life. Yeah it does suck, thanks for asking.

All my brothers have moved out, and without them around, this house is as dull as a tomb. Sigh, I feel bad for kids with tiny families, being in a big family is awesome! How big is my family you ask? Ha, well, we aren't as many as the Dugger mob, but we always thought that six made a respectable clan. Yeah, six. And that's just the kids. Eight people used to live in this house. Now we have...three. Myself, a male parental unit, and a female parental unit, whom I call Pop and Momma, respectively. They are boring, as parental units generally are. They also see me as a pig-tailed, useless, drooling infantchildbaby, rather then the confidant, chill, slightly less then sane adult that I am. I don't want to spent time dithering on about my struggles on THAT particular subject, so we'll move right along...

Oldest Brother, also called Doctor Brother, is the oldest of my siblings (just in case the name was a bit obscure). He's very cool, is an excellent photographer, has a cat, and whats to be a doctor when he grows up. Oldest Brother will be turning THIRTY this Winter! WOAH! He'll be eight years older then I am, but I don't think I'll EVER be that old! Thirty...isn't that pretty much dead?

Southern Brother lives in the South with his wife and their dog. I will be visiting them next week, and since he's pretty much my favorite sibling (and it's not entirely because he reads my blog....and buys me stuff....and has a doggie....), I'm sure that I will have at least ONE story to share with everyone when I return. Last time I visited, he almost burned the apartment down, maybe this time he will succeed!

Army Brother lives close by with his wife and their cat, he is the meanest of the brothers. He is always and forever picking on me and teasing me. I think he feels that since he is the only sibling left in-state, he needs to be as annoying as all five of them combined. Sigh. It would be easier if he wasn't so darn RIGHT all the time!

[See supplemental blog]

Sporty Brother is the stereotypical 'cool' guy. He likes sports, plays guitar, is charming, is the best looking one (after me of course), and is really clever. He's the kind of guy that kids see, and think 'I wanna be as cool as that guy when I grow up!'. Someday I want to be cool....just like Sporty Brother....

This is where I come along in the Birth Order. Hello! It's me! Your lovely blogger!....moving on....

Air Force Brother, or as I prefer calling him, Little Brother (see, it's ironic, cause he's taller then me....then all of us I believe come to think of it). Sadly, he and I have a lot to get through before we can be as close as we used to be. I love him like crazy, but he has so much growing up to do, but he is so desperate to 'prove himself' to us that he forgets how awesome he could be without all the drama.

Apart, we are all totally awesome, but together, the six of us united become an unstoppable force. I'm never afraid of anything when The Clan is around. It's what I miss most about my childhood, the feeling of belonging, and of safety that I felt being part of such an undeniably awesome family. I know you're jealous.

Oh and we all have super powers .

Wave Lengths and Time Streams

Holy sheesh I was outside for two hours yesterday and I'm sunburned! There is a reason I stay indoors! *hisses at the sun*

I can knit. Is that like supposed to be really amazing? It's not that hard but people seem to be fascinated by it. Weird. I'm fascinated by shiny objects so I probably shouldn't be judging other people on what they find fascinating.

Why helloooo boys!

As a newly single (Yup, again. Though this time it was a lot less dramatic.) gal, I have no qualms in writing this post. ;)

I promised Katie that I would write a post like this. If you've ever been curious what it's like to hang out with me and my girlfriends....ummm yeah this is pretty much what we do. Coo and swoon over various hot guys! This post is just going to be the fictional guys I love, real guys are just not the same. I'll do a post with real guys another time.


First, both in the list, and in my heart, is of course, THE DOCTOR! Ten (played by David Tennant) is le hotness. His hair is fantastic and he always makes me laugh. Plus, he can travel in time and is immortal. WHO WOULDN'T WANT THAT???? Eleven (played by the eyebrow-less Matt Smith) recently took over the Time Lords spot in the TARDIS. At first I was sure this new regeneration would never hold the same spot in my heart that Ten did. But with a bright smile, a bouncy attitude, and a love of fish custard, I fell in love. No real guy can measure up to a Time Lord....in case you couldn't tell, I'm a huge nerd. The next two guys will probably only increase your realization of that fact. You've been warned....




Katie, my lovely friend who requested/demanded this post would KILL me if I didn't make this guy next, would be in complete agreement about this guy. It's our boy, CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS! Or you could use the nickname we have for him, CAPTAIN JACKIE. He's pretttyyyyy! So, yeah, we love him. He swaggered into my life from the TV show Doctor Who, weer he got killed off after five episodes. But don't worry, he was quickly brought back to life and given his own spin-off show! Jackie is the perfect tortured soul, but whats more important is that he has beautiful blue eyes. Jack is the perfect rouge/flirt/hero/cowboy wrapped in a futuristic umm...gay....bi.....omni....ummmm oh heck, he'll shag ANYTHING. And as the picture shows, he looks dead sex in a coat. Yes SEX. NOT sexY. Just cause.
Guy knows how to handle his gun ;)



I am far too picky when it comes to number three on my list, so I won;t be able to show a picture of BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN. Yeah, a zillionare (just an estimate) who CHOOSES to fgiht crime and look really mega super hot? Whats NOT to love? And plus, a guy like that with arm muscles that would probably be the size of my head would be the perfect, sexy, ripped personal trainer I'd need. And plus I could be Batgirl! Ka-POW!

Next up, my love for Brits, royals, and Bowie shows up. Allow me to introduce, His Royal Highness JARETH KING OF GOBLINS! Poofy hair, tight pants, mismatched eyes, and a possessive attitude. Hmm, sounds like the perfect guy for me! Yeah, the megalomaniac side would get a bit annoying, but the guy can re-order time. That's a pretty awesome party trick! And he owns a labyrinth! No need to worry about those pesky Girl Scout brats selling tasty cookies anymore! And he gets kids wished away to him, so I could have fun with the kids if their guardian doesn't defeat the labyrinth.





Eh, I'm bored posting pics, the next guys will be book guys. Hey, gimme a break, its late and I'm sleepy

Next up, my Harry Potter boys, DRACO MALFOY, SIRIUS BLACK, and REMUS LUPIN. Sirius is my favorite, again, a charming rouge. And being in Gryffindor, he's got to be brave and loyal. And hot.
Draco: "You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain'-- 'The Boy Who Scored'-- whatever they call you these days."
Sirius: "This is how it is - this is why you're not in the Order - you don't understand - there are things worth dying for!"(heck YES)
Remus: "Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit."

MR. DARCY. 'Nuff said. This line from him describes women better then any quote I've heard from a guy: A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment. So, so, true.

I think this is enough of my crazy, obsessed fan-girl for one night. I know ther were a ton of guys that I forgot (Howl, Castle, Jim Halpert, the guys from Gossip Girl, Ted Mosby, and Dr. Horrible) and maybe one day I'll get to them. But I'm tired. And hungry. And getting cranky. So I'm gonna go find something to eat. Om nom nom.

Summer Reading Suggetions

It make sense that, since I work in a library, and have access to hundreds of books every day, that choosing what to read over the summer should be a piece of cake (mmm tasty, delicious cake). Well, yes and no. You see, sometimes I just become overwhelmed when trying to find something, there are just SO many books! Most are absolute rubbish, and I'd really rather not waste my time on those books.

This is where all of you come in. I need SUGGESTIONS! Tell me what you're read, what you think I'd like, what you yourself want to read but are to lazy to actually read so you want me to read and summarize for you (I actually would if you really want me to), or something that is totally out there that I would NEVER chose for myself. Anything, really. Please don't be offended if I don't pick/like/finish/find what you suggest, but I will look into all of your suggestions.

Here is my list of summer reading so far:
Animal Farm (Orwell)- My teacher suggested this one, he was actually a bit surprised that I hadn't read it yet. So I figure I'll give it a try, animal and politics...whats not to enjoy!

Battle for the Labyrinth (Rioridin)- Ahhh kids books about Greek mythology! It's the...(thinks)
....fourth book in a series. Really good way to introduce tweens to myth. I highly recommend the series.

Jane Eyre (Bronte)- This one is a re-read, I read it two summers ago so I figured I'd recycle it for this summer :)

Going Rogue (Palin)- Because I actually like her and want to know more about her.

An Obama biography- Because I really don't like him, but he is the president so I should know more about him. this one I do need some direction on. Anyone read a good one? Preferably an unbiased (in either direction) one, if one exists haha.

Either a biography on Washington or Regan- Both awesome presidents that I want to know more about.
Again, suggestions are NEEDED here, we've got soooo many books on both men at work. I could spend a summer reading books on Washington and another on Regan's bios!

Series of Unfortunate Events (Snickett)- Hilarious author, I read the first book, I want to read at least the next two by the end of summer.

Case for a Creator (Strobel)- For someone who considers science 'voodoo magic', this one will take longer (It doesn't interest me, talking about science puts my brain into sleep mode). The author was an atheist who went and interviewed the most-smartest science people he could find to try to prove one and for all that Creationism isn't real...yeah it didn't work out so well.

There's No Place Like Here (Ahern)- Cause what's summer without some chick lit? ;)

Persuasion (Austen)- Ahhhh but this is more of my style of chick lit! My FAVORITE Austen novel deserves another read. Mmmmm Captain Wentworth....

As You Like It (Shakespeare)- I've seen a film version of this, now I want to read the actual play to see if it really is my favorite.

This might look like a 'lot' of books, but I tend to read three of four books at a time so it won't take me long to get through just these. Again, do NOT be shy with suggestions! I've read classics, modern, kids books, vampire books, wizard books, dragon books, princess books, zombie books, sci-fi books, long books, short books, funny books, stupid books!

Inversely, if you're looking for some reading suggestions, trust me, I have PLENTY. Just ask! :)




But if you suggest that I read Twilight, I will punch you in the face. Already went through that phase. It's over now. The books are HORRIBLE and the movies are only good to make fun of. That is all.

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Seeing you....doen't hurt anymore.



Which is awesome, considering how freaking active you are on facebook.

No, now I look back and feel sorry for you. But even that's fading. You made your choice, you didn't want me. You wern't man enough to even say so to may face, but that was probably just because you were so afraid of my tears. I stopped crying over you about a week after you broke up with me over instant messaging (seriously....you're in the Army, grow a pair). I stand by what I said the last time you thought it would be a good idea to IM me. I waited for you for seven months, flew out to see you graduate from boot camp, and spent four days with your MOTHER...and you dumped me.....four days after you got home. You were an absolute ass to me, and you asked AS YOU BROKE UP WITH ME, if we could be friends. I'm not dumb enough to say yes anymore. Jerk.

But despite all that, the anger is gone. I had to grow from the unsure girl I was before dating you, to the confidant woman I am now. Now, oh dude, you wouldn't be able to handle me. Yeah, I'm waaaaay out of your league. Sorry you lose. I'm so much better-looking, so much smarter, so much more awesome then you ever were....or probably ever will be. Just being honest!

But, please stop trying to go back to being my best friend. Yes, before you pretty much WERE my best friend, you were there when I needed you, and I do thank you for that. But that time has past. My REAL Bestest Friend is back, and I'm with someone else now. And while you might be happy for me, there is NO WAY that it is ok to 'like' your ex's changed relationship status on facebook! Especially when your ex is making it clear she doesn't want to talk to you! I keep you on my friends list because, someday, MAYBE, we can go back to something. You just need to stop jumping the gun on this matter. Which means you do NOT send me messages asking how I am and telling me that you are thinking of me...cause that's not ok....

Sorry if this came out super-ansty and angry, but sometimes I think you forget what I went through, both during out relationship, and after you dumped me. And hey, you did say you always wanted to see my Irish temper, well there you go kiddo. But keep in mind...this was still me being nice. Keep bugging me and you can see it for real.





Woah, so no idea where this came from. Before you ask, no the Ex does NOT read this, so it's highly unlikely that he will ever see this entry, unless one of you has deduced my identity and send this on to him haha. Thankfully, it has been a few months since he tried talking to me again, so I guess I'm keeping this in case he ever does decide to talk to me again. But yeah, the whole relationship was a mistake, we ruined a friendship, dated for a month, he left for 7 months for boot camp, missed his X-box more then me, then broke up with me over IM 4 days after coming home.....Jerk. I spent $300 to fly down to see him! You know what I got? A crappy stuffed toy. And yes, he has tried to talk to me since the break-up (he is very dumb) and after I stared dating the Beau, he sent me a message on facebook asking how I was doing and if everything was ok. D-U-M-B!
That's my crappy relationship story, now tell me yours! Can you top mine? Hope you can't for your sake, but hey, even the crazy people want to date someone!

So Glad I Never Promised You Anything

Cause I break promises.

That's just how I am.

But.

I do genuinely feel bad when I break promises.

So that's why.




If I did promise to blog on a certain schedule, I am sorry that I don't....except not really. I blog when funny stuff happens, or when I need to procrastinate. So iz allll good.

Currently I ought to be logging into my web account for Uni X and registering for classes. Eh, it'll get done haha.

KIDS! DO NOT BE LIKE ME WHEN YOU GET OLD! WORK HARD AND BE PRODUCTIVE!

I'm enjoying summer, thanks for asking. I wake up around ten, laze about all day then go to bed. Yes I am bored, again I thank you for asking. But I've gotten some job offers from people, so with a little luck, I might be getting a second job soon. Yaaay! Especially since I just spent $101.14 to get my car fixed and a gauge is now all wonkey. Maybe I should forget being an English major and go into automotive school! Fix my &@++ car myself!

Oh cripes I gotta return my textbooks! Someone remind me to do that....

All you LOST fans, hope you enjoyed the finale! I wated teh first season, but then I had Youth Group at the same time the show was on. By the time the night for YG had changed, I was so far behind and confused there was just no point in trying to figure out what was going on. And now I just don't care anymore, but I do hope that it was all you expected it to be. :)

This is my new desktop background

I love it so much. I want a puppy JUST LIKE THAT.
Ditto for the hat.
Also to be clear, that is still not a picture of me, though that is an adorable puppy.

I must say, I love how all my loyal readers come and read the ramblings of this odd stranger. I'm a very strange girl and these posts are just a sampling of my thought process. Scary thought, ain't that?

Now thanks for reading, I'm gonna go comment back to ya'll for the comments you left on my last few blogs that I haven't gotten to. Laaaazyyyyyyy.

VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION!!!!

I am ONE A- away from a 4.0 this semester. That means I got 4 A's and ONE A MINUSSSS. Boo. So now I'm wondering if I should e-mail my teacher and ask if there is any way he would consider giving me an A. I'm not being a jerk, I think I did well enough in the class, and I definitely talked the most of everyone in class. But I really don't want to seem like a jerk. But it would be really cool if I got a 4.0 (without actually even trying lol). But its just a grade....hmmmm
Thought?
Opinions?
Fuzzy puppies to distract me from this?

Really? Me? Wowzers, Thanks!

I smile. Like, ALL THE TIME. :)

SEE????

I do it because I figure the world is so dour and gloomy that if I can in some small way brighten someone's day then I should! You should too, because you never know, smiling at people can lead them to say suuuperrrr nice things to you, like it did for me a few weeks ago at work. It was one of those days when something bad would happen but be immediately glossed over when something good happened which would then be checked out by something bad and so on. Well, as I was wandering around at work, getting paid to ponder the strange balance of good/bad in this particular day, I just absently smile at an old lady. She sees me, smiles back, and I assumed that would be the end of it.

But she came over to talk to me.

As I said in my first blog, my job is boring. What I did not say was that at my job I have a super power. Yes I do. Anyone with the same job that I do has this ability. I can become.....INVISIBLE!
Gasp! Yep, its true, if I ever mention my profession, test it out. Generally speaking we're only seen if we WANT to be seen. Like goblins, elves, and faeries. Back to the story...

So this lady comes over to me and says: "Oh honey, you're so beautiful! You know, you could be a model! Your skin, your hair, your smile, everything!" I fumbled out a thank you while grinning like an idiot, and she went on, "Thank you so much for smiling and for letting me come over and talk to you." And she left.

Wow.

Really.

:)

Other girls might get that all the time. But not me. I've never complemented to my face in such a kind and sincere way. I'm not ugly, but I don't often see myself as beautiful. I'm average. Brown hair and eyes, average (but slightly curvy) size, still spotty with my complexion, a bit on the tall-ish side. Nothing too special. But wow, ever since that lady told me that I was beautiful enough to MODEL....wow. Kinda made me see myself differently.

Like how my hair really is cool, its got these awesome, sexy, natural waves to it, and its naturally streaked with red. My eyes are bright and expressive like a Disney character, and my eyebrows are soooo much fun. My lips are full, not like Angelina Jolie, but they hold their own. I've got a great smile and laugh that makes my eyes crinkle all up and my nose wrinkle so adorably! Sure, I still get zits, but having them has taught me how to apply makeup really well. And the curves? Oh baby, size 12 is not fat. I'm either soft and cuddly like a Care Bear, or voluptuous and stunning like classic (read: NOT rail thin) model.

I am ME. And I LOVE being me. It's taken me 21 years, but I can finally wake up and more days then not, I love me. I don't see the fat, awkward, shy girl I saw for years. Nope. Now I wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy....Wait, no I don't. Sorry, I hate Ke(insert stupid dollar sign)ha too, but it's so much fun to make fun of a little white girl that feels like a big black dude when she wakes up.....oh, its just me that thinks that?....*ahem*....moving on....I feel beautiful, quirky, silly, smart, clever, blessed, and unique. It's taken years to change that stupid mindset I had, but now I look back and think "GIRL (apparently my inner voice is a sassy black woman)! What were you THINKING?? You are a Rock Star!! Get out there and blow them all away, your stage is set and the audience is cheering for YOU!!!!! I love you and you'll do just fine. Now get out there and shine baby girl. It's what you were born to do."

Use those words, or whatever variation you deem suitable, when you need. Because I'm here now, cheering you on. You are beautiful. You are so smart. Your talents absolutely blow me away. And I mean all this so sincerely, you ROCK and I love you so much. Get out there and rock.

Meanwhile I shall return to my papers that are due. One more page for American Lit (this will be interesting since I ran out of stuff to say, oh 4 pages ago...), then 3 for Interpersonal Communication, and 3 for Biomedical Ethics (on the ever cheerful topic of abortion!). And miles to go before I sleep......

Awesome Things!

1) Momma had her surgery and all went well. She's home, a bit uncomfortable, but getting better every day :)

2) I GOT MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!! squeee!!!!! Totally going to University X in the fall WOOHOO!!

3) I found two old Pokemon games in one of my brothers old rooms, so I totally stole it and am using Momma's DS (Yeah, hers. Why my Mother has a GameBoy but I do not is a story for another time, remind me someday and I'll tell it) to play Leaf Green and Ruby. I played Sapphire, Ruby's counterpart, years ago so I'm excited to catch the Pokemon I couldn't get in the other game. Yes, this does deserve the 3rd spot for Awesome Things. I like Pokemon. I'm a huge nerd.

4) A book that I've been dying to read was at the library today! Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter. I might post a review of it once I'm done.

5) We've had some awesome thunderstorms here lately. LOVE thunderstorms :)

6) Just one more week until classes are over for the summer! Ahhh bliss.

7) My Bestest Friend and I are going to visit one of my out of state siblings in August, and we will get to meet my nephew!

8) My nephew was adopted in February but I haven't had the time/money to go meet him. The pictures I've seen are just adorable, he looks so precious! But mam, has he grown. He went from a little bit of a thing to this huge monster dog!....oh wait, you didn't think I was talking about a real, human, people nephew did you? Hehe

9) Iron Man 2 is in theaters. And though I have heard it's rubbish, I don't care. Tony Stark is so prettyyyyy ;)

10) I got a refund for the DVDs I ordered a MONTH ago that never came in. Yaaay! I didn't think I was gonna get my money back at all, but hey there it is :) Not gonna complain!

11) I have new socks.

12) *BONUS AWESOME!* Today (May 8th) is Military Spouse Appreciation Day! Shout-out to my sister-in-law (who does not know about this blog, but I still thought it would be nice) who, three years ago, marred my bro in the National Guard :)

Things I'm learning

1) As well meaning as all my friends are, they are not always correct. The story is often much bigger then what I can express in a text message.

2) NOT to be a crazy, clingy, desperate, whining, nagging girlfriend or person in general.

3) I really really hate running. But the zombies are coming so I gotta get in shape.

4) Drinking 2 quarts of Tang by yourself over only a few hours in a single night will not make you crazy, it just makes you shake a bit and need to pee a lot.

5) Just because I'm losing, doesn't mean I'm lost....

6) Doesn't mean I'll stop, doesn't mean I won't cross....

7) I should blog about all my fav songs and how they reflect my life.

8) SUMMER IS COMING!!!! Gonna be planning out some trips with Bestest Friend soon, so if you want my time better put a bid in soon!

9) Blogging is addicting, but boring when you have nothing to blog about.

10) No matter what girls believe, when it comes to guys not everything means something. Think about it....

11) This is a good number to stop on.

Just a quickie!

I saw a dog in a car today. I saw the first butterfly of spring! I skipped two classes. I ate chips!

Rainy cloudy days

Ahhh spring break is bliss :)

I don't get out of bed before ten, I got an extra shift at work Tuesday, got to spend time with the bestest friend and beau yesterday, I get to catch up on the movies I wanted to watch, and I've enjoyed a whole week to procrastinate my homework hehe. Right now I SHOULD be writing my Biomed paper on Informed Consent.....but I'd rather blog for your reading enjoyment. Aren't I swell? Risking my grades so you have some thing to read and laugh at for a few minutes :)

I think the most exciting thing that has happened since I blogged would be the story that I like to call 'The Spider Saga'.

The Spider Saga

It all began when I decided to take a shower. I was just getting everything settled, when I looked up at the ceiling. I'm never doing that again, nothing good ever comes from looking at the ceiling (unless you're in the Sistine Chapel). So, of course, I saw a speck that was NOT a speck....it was a SPIDER!

Finding a spider indoors is usually an awkward experience, but finding one inside the bathroom you intend to shower in is extremely awkward. Thnakfully however, it was a fair distance away from the shower itself so apparently it wasn't a voyeuristic spider. Creepy, but not voyeuristic.

After I was done showering I checked and the spider was still chilling on the ceiling. Well I finished up, left the bathroom and decided to live and let live and let the spider enjoy eating any stray buggies it found in the house to nom on.

Somehow between my shower in the morning and working the evening the thought popped into my head that the spider was a Brown Recluse and would kill me if it bit me. But I also thought that the spider was gone, vanished, poof! Never to cross my path again!....yeah, no.

That night while I was dancing around my room with my iPod, I thought of the spider again. I wondered where it scurried off to. I was not to wonder for long, as I danced out of my room, I happened to glance out and notice on a wall in the hallway-THE SPIDER! E-gad! I just stood there for at least ten minutes staring at this creature, trying to decide what to do about it.

In the end, I decided to name the spider 'Ted', explained to him that so long as he stayed out of my room I would not squish him. Ted agreed, and I went warily to bed.

But mine and Ted's story together was not yet finished, for the next morning when I was heading out, I saw the spider AGAIN! I decided that enough was ENOUGH so I called to Dad to come save me from the spider the size of a dime....

The End
Tra la la la

Hope this lovely story makes up for the delay in blogging.

And finally, a warm welcome to my third follower! Hiya Katie :D Katie is actually a friend of mine in real life(yes I have friends in real life)! Remember K, mum's the word on my name and such ;)

Fuzzy Purple Slippers

Well I'm finally here, it's the week of spring break :) I still have class Wednesday but after that I'm freeeeeeeee! I do enjoy college, but it's making me crazy. And college students are selfish, terrible, annoying people but that's a whole different story.

I'm hungry, but there is noooo way I'm gonna eat now. YOU try watching Dancing With the Stars while having ice cream! It's me new diet method. Lets see how long this lasts *rolls eyes*

I feel like this blog and the previous ones are really rubbish and rambling and dumb. Sorry I just feel like I have nothing to talk about. My life is amazingly dull. I suppose I could amke stuff up, and you would never know the difference....hmmm. Shall dwell on this idea.

Now if you'll excuse me, there is a sleuth of angry bears attacking my house.

PS: My mother loudly blowing her nose kinda takes something out of the fun of watching Dancing With the Stars. I need to move out and soon.

EEEK Nailpolish!

It's almost spring! Yaaay! That means it's time for a mini-makeover!!!! Wheee! Spring means new life, getting rid of old clutter for a new life in spring :) So following that logic, I like to go shopping in spring, get my yearly haircut, and paint my fingers and toezies! But unfortunatley this year my stupid budget will not allow me to spend any money. Boo....Well actually I like never have money to shop now. Dumb school! Where was I going with this?

RIGHT!

I did get my haircut, but since I'm actually trying to grow my hair longer, I'm not entirely sure I follow the logic of my own actions. Tonight I also had Momma wax my mustache fuzz. That was the first time I ever waxed. Not horrendously painful but zounds not comfortable. Guys have it so easy, you can grow it or just whip it off with a razor! (See how close I feel to you dear loyal readers that I can share such curious details of my private life? ;D )

I'm trying to type and not get nail polish on my keyboard. Not sure why I care thought since its invisible nail polish and my computers a filthy mess anyways. Someday like when I have monies I'll buy a fancy new computing device. Until then this one works just fine. I call it Yoshiba, cause it's a Toshiba and I was wearing my Yoshi t-shirt when I got it. I name my electronics in the hope that if I feed them a false sense of devotion they will love me and be my willing slaves, doing my bidding at all times. It rarely works like that. My electronics work best under heavy threats. Yeah I pod you heard that, you stop working and I'll give you to a toddler with a hammer. See how ya like me then!

Today was not a good commute home from class. But I'd call any commute with a turkey wandering around the road and tying up traffic a bad one.

I'm currently have a discussion with some guy on Twitter about colonizing Mars. Haha. Mars.

'IS THER LIFE ON MAAAARSSSSSSS?'

Oh shoot I still can't sing! *Hides head in shaaaameeee*

Oh and I'm gonna start responding to my comments either in the comment section or here in the blog. Just seems like a nice thing to do since y'all take the time to read this, that I read what you write and write back to you :)

But thats about it for tonight, I gots me a midterm paper to write. Yeehaw.

OH! Before I go, if you haven't yet, see 'The Princess and the Frog'. Its brilliant!