Monday, December 19, 2005

Overheard in Bookstore

Three(ish)-Year-Old Girl: Daddy, do you like Christmas?

"Daddy": Sometimes. [pause] Only when you're with me.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

nei·borgh ('nA-bôrg) n.
1. Slang. The drone who uses the alcove next to one.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Mr. Sturgeon's head emerged from the second-floor window. The Headmaster regarded Bruno and then Boots a cautious distance behind him. "Good day, Walton -- O'Neal. Welcome back."

There was an uncomfortable pause. "So, Mr. Sturgeon --" Bruno began. "What's new?"

"The staff and I are looking forward to the upcoming academic year," the Headmaster replied briskly. "And no doubt you have noticed our new football facility. It is quite outstanding. Now, if you boys don't mind, there are many things to which I must attend."

"Well there
is one thing Boots -- uh, Melvin -- and I are concerned about. Sir, do you remember the petition we gave you last year along with the plan for our new rec hall?"

"I certainly do," Mr. Sturgeon called down sternly. "It was with great surprise that I discovered that Napoleon Bonaparte is a registered student at Macdonald Hall. I don't suppose you boys considered that falsifying signatures is illegal -- even if most of the signatories are deceased."

"We're sorry," Boots shuffled.

"Well, how about the plan?" Bruno persisted.

The Headmaster suppressed a smile. "A trifle elaborate, don't you think? Particularly the wave pool and the spiral staircase."

Bruno shrugged. "All right. We can lose the staircase."

"Walton, Mr. Carson's endowment has already been spent. You will be informed all about it at the opening assembly tomorrow morning. Good day." He shut the window, indicating the interview was over.


- from The Zucchini Warriors by Gordon Korman

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

I am certifiably insane.

And I will pay for it.

Monday, November 28, 2005

I can no longer tell the difference between what I am and what I'm doing.

Monday, November 21, 2005

I rue the day when I cease to have online conversations like these with people who speak only sketchy English.

START CONVERSATION
jlj said:
hi
jlj said:
my baby
(Well that's a little familiar for someone I've never talked to before, don't you think?)
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." said:
hello
jlj said:
how are u ?
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." said:
ok
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." said:
you?
jlj said:
fineeeeee
jlj says:
you open cam
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
i don't have one.
jlj says:
you working?
jlj says:
you married?
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
i'm not married, no.
(Dear God, is he going to propose already?! Why this is all so...so sudden!)
jlj says:
goog
(Oops! Little typing error there, jlj.)
jlj says:
good
jlj says:
i'm not married
(AUGH!)
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
okay...
jlj says:
seni seviyorum
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
which means?
jlj says:
i love you
(Um...)
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
oh, how nice.
jlj says:
DO YOU BECOME MY FRIEND
(At this point, I begin to fear for my life.)
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
yes sir, please sir.
(Please don't kill my family!)
jlj says:
ok
jlj says:
you send picture
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
a picture? certainly!
jlj says:
send
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
there you go!
--Transfer of "10.bmp" is complete.
jlj says:
:*(
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
why are you crying?
jlj says:
you send picture
(At this point, he tries to send "10.bmp" back to me.)
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
i did! it's an elaborately-carved watermelon made to look like a racing cyclist!
(He now sends me an extremely vulgar icon.)
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
i daresay you won't get far with me that way.
jlj says:
what
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
well, that isn't very romantic, now is it?
"The best kind of man is dark, and brilliant, and dead." says:
i mean, a rose or a glass of champagne would be the least you could do, wouldn't you say?
(At this point, he stops responding. Perhaps Freetranslation.com doesn't do so well with the 'English to Turkish' function.)
END CONVERSATION

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Don't share Star Trek with someone you love, 'cause there will always be Star Trek, but not always that someone.
- Jim Hosking

U.S. Dollar Slips Against Canadian Acorn

Keegan Zakkary Wylde Phillips

Congratulations, Kelvin and Sarah!

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

  • One class in two weekdays. Good stuff, I say.

  • There are leaves on the ground! Leaves! On the ground! I'd think it was autumn if California actually had seasons!

  • I need more Star Trek in my life on a daily basis!

  • It is entirely possible that being in Teel's class will actually kill me.

  • I'm going now.
  • Tuesday, November 01, 2005

    ...the collective must be viewed as logically prior to and of greater value than the individual.
    - Norman Kraus, referencing Marxism in The Authentic Witness, chapter IV

    The man who is isolated--who is unable to share in the benefits of political association, or has no need to share because he is already self-sufficient--is no part of the polis, and must therefore be either a beast or a god.
    - Aristotle, referencing "man and state" in The Politics

    We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.

    Monday, October 31, 2005

    Don't you ever wonder what the children of the emo generation will be like?

    ...Or if there'll be any?

    Friday, October 28, 2005

    Dorsey: Okay, so I'm totally having Klingon sex someday.

    Macayle: I'm totally going to disregard that comment.

    Wednesday, October 19, 2005


    A sign from near the cottage. I enjoy it and so should you.

    Tuesday, October 18, 2005

    Who can read the Declaration of Independence and not respond with a strong affirmation? Who can read the Bill of Rights and not stand more erect? Who can study the Constitution of the United States and not be grateful for the genius of its authors and the protection it affords to the citizens of this land? I find it no embarrassment to love my country... This is not to suggest that citizens of other countries should not be equally loyal to their motherland. We have often lacked the imagination to understand that simple fact. Surprise has sometimes been expressed when nations benefiting from our material gifts have preferred their own ways of doing things and have not adopted our foreign policies. Even in the church we have not always understood when Christian converts prefer their own lands and withstand our subtle attempts at westernization. We should rather rejoice in mutual love of our countries. Love that is imperialistic is a perverse love.
    - Dr. Wayne K. Clymer, from Amos: Love It or Leave It

    Saturday, October 15, 2005

    [insert lots of Diana's lack of ability to express the varying degrees of diverse emotion present in her life here]

    ...will we burn in heaven like we do down here...?
    - Sarah McLachlan

    Tuesday, October 11, 2005

    And now it's time for...

    Unsystematic Thoughts with Diana

  • I can't find my poster putty! All is lost.

  • I've taken a zillion books out of the library, and I plan to use at least part of all of them. Hurrah for the Shakers!

  • A certain young woman in my life has decided to become the major source of all calamities that befall me. I think she knows who she is.

  • I was on TV tonight. Um, sort of. I'm alarmed by the whole event.

  • WD-40 is a fabulous invention.

  • Happy Thanksgiving!

  • I need more sleep. Starting now.
  • Wednesday, October 05, 2005

    Two Hearts
    by Danny Michel

    I grew up on the 8-track
    And any day now the comeback
    I'm tangled up on the floor in the headphones cord
    Way back when "DJ" meant DJ
    And roller disco on Sundays
    The hiss and crackle n' skip
    The woofers flutter and clip

    Let's go back
    When two hearts, they never hurt no one
    When two hearts, they added up to one
    That heart could never come undone
    Hey DJ play that track
    Somebody take me back

    I got no beepers, no pagers
    Just Farrah Fawcett, Lee Majors
    The sunset drive-in at dark
    We cruise in gently and park
    I'm making out on the shag rug
    With Mary-Anne and some soft drugs
    Places I'd never seen except in magazines

    Let's go back
    When two hearts, they never hurt no one
    When two hearts, they added up to one
    That heart could never come undone
    Hey DJ play that track
    Somebody take me back

    To 45's and skirts, Bowie on my shirt
    Set your phasers on stun
    Leave all the kids out in the sun
    Atari and Pong, they never did us wrong
    Someone take me back

    When two hearts, they never hurt no one
    When two hearts, they added up to one
    That heart, it never weighed a ton
    Hey DJ spin that track
    Somebody take me back
    Play it all night long
    Uh-huh oh yeah come on
    Hey DJ hit that track
    Somebody take me back


    I love Danny Michel. :)
    Why would anyone in their right mind volunteer to help out at the Stahl Center?

    Sunday, October 02, 2005

    It is my professional opinion that professors have a secret and profound desire to cause the deaths of as many of their students are they are legally able, within the confines of a quarter. Unless the students in question are Honors students. In that case, these venomous scholastic instructors have the authority to make the process slower, and more painful, by assigning many projects which are ostensibly to take place over the course of a year, or more.

    O Glorious Summer, why hast thou flown with such haste from the life that I am so tenuously able to call my own?

    Thursday, September 29, 2005

    I don't have the emotional energy to actually say anything of value. Instead, here's a song:

    Give Me Back My Heart
    by Jann Arden

    Give me back my heart
    It was never mine to give away
    It's been taken apart
    One too many times
    And now the pieces won't fit into place

    The truth is, I know how to lie
    I lie to myself all the time
    I told you you could have it
    But I was out of my mind
    You can have any other part of me
    But please give back my heart

    Hearts and arrows, drawn in the snow
    Heaven's angels lay down their bows
    Love is weary, love is worn out
    Please give me back my heart

    I finally fell asleep last night
    I had no lover's serenade
    A crescent moon had ripped the sky
    And stars were falling from my eyes
    A tear-soaked lullaby

    God was busy healing baby's bruises
    God was busy answering prayers
    God was busy cleaning a wounded earth
    God was busy picking you off the ground

    Hearts and arrows, drawn in the snow
    Heaven's angels lay down their bows
    Love is weary, love is worn out
    Please give me back my heart
    Hearts and arrows, melt in the snow
    Heaven's angels lay down their bows
    Love is weary, love is worn out

    Please give back my heart

    I finally fell asleep last night

    Wednesday, September 07, 2005

    In only a couple of hours, I shall be departing from you again, my dear Blogger friends. I know how you come daily to my blog for thought-provoking posts and heart-wrenching confessions... But alas! you shall be deprived of me for a fortnight, while I am lost in the wilds of North Dakota!

    Fare thee well!
    Cuz now, now it seems
    I'm wide awake in this dream
    And I'll do, I'll do anything
    To stay here forever
    And if this is a dream
    I'm not going to wake up
    But if I'm awake I won't close my eyes again

    - Kalan Porter, Awake in a Dream, Canadian Idol

    Yes, I like Kalan Porter. I just don't like it said that I look like him. How silly.



    Tuesday, September 06, 2005

    Friday, September 02, 2005

    Bad things that affect good people need to stop happening.

    Condolences to the family and friends of John Guenin.

    And particularly to his son, Remy, who is one of the best people I've ever been privileged to know.

    Thursday, September 01, 2005

    Watership Down, while an excellent novel, is one of the longest and most tedious films I've ever encountered.

    And so, naturally, I purchased it.

    Where are you going, Stream?
    Far, far away...
    Take me with you, Stream!

    - Cowslip

    Tuesday, August 30, 2005

    Uninvited
    by Alanis Morissette

    Like anyone would be
    I am flattered by your fascination with me
    Like any hotblooded woman
    I have simply wanted an object to crave
    But you, you're not allowed

    You're uninvited
    An unfortunate slight
    Must be strangely exciting
    To watch the stoic squirm

    Must be somewhat heartening
    To watch shepherd meet shepherd
    But you you're not allowed
    You're uninvited

    An unfortunate slight
    Like any uncharted territory
    I must seem greatly intriguing
    You speak of my love like

    You have experienced love like mine before
    But this is not allowed
    You're uninvited
    An unfortunate slight
    I don't think you unworthy

    I need a moment to deliberate

    Wednesday, August 24, 2005

    Yesterday I arrived in the Frozen North. And today I bravely forge even further in the direction of the biggest arrow on the compass!

    I go to a place of no cell reception. Yes, my California friends--those exist! They do!

    Sunday, August 21, 2005

    Do you want to know why I haven't posted anything exciting or profound in the past several days?

    Do you really?

    Are you sure?

    It's quite scandalous...

    I'm warning you...

    This isn't for the faint of heart!

    Okay, here it is.

    The truth:

    I'm bored.

    Thursday, August 18, 2005

    Annachie Gordon
    by Loreena McKennitt

    Harking is bonny and there lives my love
    My heart lies on him and cannot remove
    It cannot remove for all that I have done
    And I never will forget my love Annachie
    For Annachie Gordon, he's bonny and he's bright
    He'd entice any woman that e'er he saw
    He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
    And I never will forget my love Annachie.

    Down came her father and he's standing at the door
    Saying, Jeannie, you are trying the tricks of a whore
    You care nothing for a man who cares so much for thee
    You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie
    For Annachie Gordon is barely but a man
    Although he may be pretty but where are his lands
    The Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they run high
    You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie.

    With Annachie Gordon I beg for my bread
    And before I marry Sultan his gold to my head
    With gold to my head and straight down to my knees
    And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie
    And you who are my parents to church you may me bring
    But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son
    To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee
    And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie.

    Jeannie was married and from church was brought home
    When she and her maidens so merry should have been
    When she and her maidens so merry should have been
    She goes into her chamber and cries all alone.

    Come to my bed, my Jeannie, my honey and my sweet
    To stile you my mistress it would be so sweet
    Be it mistress or Jeannie it's all the same to me
    But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie
    And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown
    Saying, you who are her maidens
    Go loosen up her gowns
    And she fell down to the floor
    And straight down to his knee saying,
    Father, look, I'm dying for my love Annachie.

    The day that Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died
    And the day that young Annachie came home on the tide
    And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands
    Saying, oh it's been so long, you've been so long on the sands
    So long on the sands, so long on the flood
    They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.

    You who are her maidens come take me by the hand
    And lead me to the chamber where my love she lies in
    And he kissed her cold lips till his heart it turned to stone
    And he died in the chamber where his love she lies in.

    Wednesday, August 17, 2005

    If I traded it all...
    If I gave it all away for one thing...
    Just for one thing...
    If I sorted it out...
    If I knew all about this one thing...
    Wouldn't that be something?!

    - Finger 11, from One Thing

    Kneesocks!

    Thursday, August 11, 2005

    On the other hand, being me (lately) has been awfully fun.

    Monday, August 08, 2005

    Unfortunately, once again, I am so tired of being me.

    Sunday, August 07, 2005

    Oh what I wouldn't give to look like Diane Lane when I'm her age. Or, like, ever.
    We have seen in deeds, not in words, what the brotherhood of the sea means.
    - Russian Defence Minister Sergei Ivanov

    Seriously, you gotta love those Russians.

    And I do.

    How about you?

    Wednesday, August 03, 2005

    Even the best fall down sometimes
    Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

    - Howie Day, from Collide

    Monday, August 01, 2005

    Sunday, July 31, 2005

    They never will stop fighting, will they?

    Saturday, July 30, 2005

    Oh, Italy... How I long for thee, my darling mistress!
    It wasn't Lyra's way to brood; she was a sanguine and practical child, and besides, she wasn't imaginative. No one with much imagination would have thought seriously that it was possible to come all this way and rescue her friend Roger; or, having thought it, an imaginative child would immediately have come up with several ways in which it was impossible. Being a practiced liar doesn't mean you have a powerful imagination. Many good liars have no imagination at all; it's that which gives their lies such wide-eyed conviction.
    - from The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman
    Another ring! A different kind. Not diamond. Something rarer...

    (...but what?)

    Oh. Right... I forgot. I can't have those.

    They all already belong to someone else.

    Thursday, July 28, 2005

    Linda Thompson told me that I should dress her.

    I think that being invited to a party at a $40 million estate spoils one for life.

    Sunday, July 24, 2005

    Yeah, well, I could dance like Baby too...if I had a Johnny.
    In a Past Life...

    You Were: An Insane Beekeeper.

    Where You Lived: Tibet.

    How You Died: Buried alive.






    100 Years by Five for Fighting





    "Every day's a new day...
    15 there's still time for you
    Time to buy and time to choose
    Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
    When you only got 100 years to live"

    2004 was about thinking and reflecting - but isn't every year?




    Your Summer Love Style is Serious
    While others may be into a summer fling, you're about the real thing.
    And there's a good chance you're already serious with someone already.
    For you, the summer is about getting closer and more committed.
    Just don't get tempted by any of that hot weather eye candy!



    Okay... That's enough.
    Remember Rule 10 of the Rules of Acquisition: Greed is eternal.
    The Island.

    Wow.

    Save us from ourselves! (I'm not sure who I'm asking.)

    Saturday, July 23, 2005

    Magnolia: [rambling about why Palm Springs is so remarkably hot, weather-wise]
    Dominique: But you guys have all those fans!

    ---
    Spotted on a t-shirt:
    Homicide
    Genocide
    Riverside


    ---
    Everywhere
    by Michelle Branch

    Turn it inside out so I can see
    The part of you that's drifting over me
    And when I wake you're, you're never there
    But when I sleep you're, you're everywhere
    You're everywhere

    Just tell me how I got this far
    Just tell me why you're here and who you are
    'Cause every time I look
    You're never there
    And every time I sleep
    You're always there

    'Cause you're everywhere to me
    And when I close my eyes it's you I see
    You're everything I know
    That makes me believe
    I'm not alone
    I'm not alone

    I recognize the way you make me feel
    It's hard to think that
    You might not be real
    I sense it now, the water's getting deep
    I try to wash the pain away from me
    Away from me

    'Cause you're everywhere to me
    And when I close my eyes it's you I see
    You're everything I know
    That makes me believe
    I'm not alone
    I'm not alone

    I am not alone
    Whoa, oh, oooh, oh

    And when I touch your hand
    It's then I understand
    The beauty that's within
    It's now that we begin
    You always light my way
    I hope there never comes a day
    No matter where I go
    I always feel you so

    'Cause you're everywhere to me
    And when I close my eyes it's you I see
    You're everything I know
    That makes me believe
    I'm not alone
    'Cause you're everywhere to me
    And when I catch my breath
    It's you I breathe
    You're everything I know
    That makes me believe
    I'm not alone

    You're in everyone I see
    So tell me
    Do you see me?

    Wednesday, July 20, 2005

    Tuesday, July 19, 2005

    Some Things:

  • If you want to see an awesome performance from Live 8, watch this.

  • Derora: All my life, I prayed for someone like you. And I thank G-d that I...that I finally became Jewish...
    (Don't ask. I mean it.)

  • I'm fairly sure my wrist isn't supposed to twitch like that.

  • Yes, Princes of Malibu is a disgrace--a blot on the record of the illustrious David Foster. However, there is a silver lining to this toxic pop culture cloud: Big Dume! Real talent! Who knew?!

  • Kelly is a hero, because he rescued poor little broken-legged One from the clutches of an evil olive tree. He shall be lauded appropriately. Commence.
  • Monday, July 18, 2005

    Sunday, July 17, 2005

    God made sin so we might know His mercy.
    - Rufus Sewell as "Marco Venier" in Dangerous Beauty

    While many of his lines are cheesy in that particular movie (though it still manages to be one of my favourites, somehow), that was worth the audio equipment it was recorded with. Times ten.

    Friday, July 15, 2005

    I find that data entry is tedious, yet rewarding.

    I'm pretty sure that means I'm insane.

    Wednesday, July 13, 2005

    Monday, July 11, 2005

    Last night I dreamt that I was on crack...

    ...for medicinal purposes.

    Sunday, July 10, 2005

    I feel inspired.

    Who wants to take jiu-jitsu with me?
    I went to see Stephen Sondheim's 75th birthday celebration. Naturally, I went mainly to see Josh, but I also quite enjoyed Bernadette Peters, Anne Hathaway (surprisingly enough), Eric McCormack (I love that he's Canadian), Angela Lansbury (though I honestly only could think of Mrs. Potts while she sang), Barbara Cook, Audra McDonald, and Elaine Stritch and Carol Burnett, both of whom I got to meet! :)

    Oy, now I must go, because I'm being harangued into going to Magic Mountain. Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't. I'm a very busy woman and I haven't got all day, you know. :D

    Thursday, July 07, 2005

    "The contrast between what we've seen on the TV screens here, what's taken place in London, what's taken place here is incredibly vivid to me," Bush said.

    "On the one hand, we got people here who are working to alleviate poverty and to help rid the world of the pandemic of AIDS and that are working on ways to have a clean environment. And on the other hand, you've got people killing innocent people," he said. "And the contrast couldn't be clearer between the intentions and the hearts of those of us who care deeply about human rights and human liberty, and those who kill, those who've got such evil in their heart that they will take the lives of innocent folks."
    - from an MSNBC article

    Amen.

    Tuesday, July 05, 2005

    HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!

    Sorry I'm a little late on that one. I was busy communing with my delightful family yesterday. :)

    Note: Much as I appreciate the patriotic American spirit that inspires many of us to decorate for the 4th of July, the blow-up Uncle Sams are a little tacky.

    Live 8 was awesome and I am unbelievably glad I got to go, despite all of the unexpected difficulty I had getting there. (Thanks, Nikki... You've no idea how much I adore you. LOL!)

    I'm back in Riverside. It isn't as bad as I'd remembered. ;)

    This is not only going to be the Summer of Reading and the Summer of Fitness, but it is also going to be the Summer of Algebra and the Summer of Cooking. (Being a well-rounded individual takes energy and focus. Having energy and focus takes energy and focus as well. Hmmm...)

    I leave you now, so that I may eat, since it is one of my very favourite activities. :D

    Friday, July 01, 2005

  • HAPPY CANADA DAY!!!

  • Canadians glow.

  • Yesterday, Canada was down. That's right! Yesterday, Canada couldn't get on the internet. Make of that what you will.

  • Overheard, in Royal Bank:
    Father, to son: I once held a thousand dollar bill in my hand, Nathan! I did! It was...purple.

  • When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.
    - Franklin D. Roosevelt
  • Thursday, June 30, 2005

    I'm so tired of not knowing whether I've made the right choices until it's glaringly obvious that I haven't.

    Just this once, I wish I could know in advance.

    How wonderful to be wise, to understand things, to be able to analyze them and interpret them.
    - Ecclesiastes 8:1

    Tuesday, June 28, 2005

    So seeing as I have the coolest mom and step-dad in the world, I got a new flight, and now get to stay in Canada until Sunday!

    This means that not only do I get to see Live 8, but I also get to see my incredibly awesome friends for longer!

    Three cheers for my mom and my step-dad, everyone!

    Sunday, June 26, 2005

    Monica and I went to Tim Horton's tonight. We were just drinking tea, talking, and generally having a good time until around 1:30am. We noticed that there was a girl with a backpack who had been there the whole time we were, and seemed to be sleeping at one of the tables, off and on. It was kind of odd, and we wondered about it. As we were leaving, Monica asked her if she needed a ride somewhere. She told us that she had nowhere to go, that she'd been in the John Howard housing program but that they'd kicked her out that night, that she'd overdosed on her prescription drugs that day and had been in the hospital, that she was supposed to be resting because of that, that her boyfriend lived just around the corner but his parents wouldn't allow her to stay at their house... In any case, we told her we'd try to find something for her. She seemed really nice and genuine, and was very young--maybe 16. We saw a police car and stopped to ask them if they knew of a place for her to go, and they went and talked to her, so we figured she'd be all right. In any case, I obviously don't really know anything about her situation, but if any of you have an extra spot in your prayers, I'm sure she could use it.

    As could my friend Connie, who is in the very last stages of cancer that has spread throughout her body. She's not very lucid anymore, particularly these last few days, with all of the drugs they've been giving her to ease the pain, and she will not last much longer.

    I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me.
    - Psalm 57:2

    And, last but definitely not least, Monica and I...sideways hot. :D

    Me, Monica, and Sarah, after grad.

    Matt Syme and I. Cute, eh? ;)

    Me with the Sittlinger boys. Need I say more? ;)

    Zack and I, after Commencement. (By the way, guys, he's coming to LSU! Everybody cheer!!)

    Monica and Matt. Awww... ;)

    This is my friend Nikki. She wouldn't let me take pictures of her, aside from this one, so this is her punishment.

    Saturday, June 25, 2005

    There is nothing...absolutely nothing...like a good Sabbath afternoon.

    Food, sleep, and nothing to do! What could be more glorious?! :D

    Thursday, June 23, 2005

    I purchased far too many books today. Far too many. That's mostly all I accomplished, aside from sampling the food court in the Oshawa Centre as though I'd never been there before. ;)

    Wednesday, June 22, 2005


    A hero remembered on the side of Ryerson Polytechnic Institute in Toronto. ;)

    This is the outhouse that Diana (and JJ, Peter, & Monica) built.

    In my country, you get to have really big bonfires when you clear foliage. :D

    A view from the dock at the cottage. The lake is huge, but this is the little bay where we're located.

    Tuesday, June 21, 2005

    Mr. and Mrs. Smith was actually a fun movie. I was impressed. I'd thought it was going to be incredibly stupid. But luckily, since I was dragged to see it, I rather liked it.

    *sniffle sniffle* *cough cough*

    Pity me in my illness! PITY ME! (But only until I'm well. I don't like to be pitied; it gives me a rash.)

    Now read about the trees below! No, seriously.
    Arboreal Deaths
    by Peter Unwin

    By 1822 the Military Settling Department had determined the tree to be a leading cause of death. "Drowned," "deceased" and "killed by a tree" were fingered as the great culprits of Canadian depopulation. The first, of course, was "gone to the States."

    Often, as happened to the Reverend John Scadding, the tree fell on you. More typically the axe-head bounced and cleaved a foot or leg, leading to the most frequent wound in Canadian medical history: the hatchet wound. Menard, a Jesuit and one of the first white men to reach Lake Superior, had a tree fall on him while paddling a canoe. In the timber camps of eastern Ontario, lumbermen stricken by typhoid and diphtheria were typically carried out in the blankets they died in, and buried in a ditch.

    Sometimes they had a tooth pulled by a camp dentist, and died of infection. There were countless ways to be killed by a tree. Even the Iroquois Book of Rites, which predates Columbus by half a century, congratulates all who have survived wild beasts, thorny ways and falling trees.

    Most famously, death by trees comes in the form of fire. There is barely a town, settlement, ship or even a lighthouse in the Dominion that did not burn to the ground or waterline at least once, and often twice. One of the first ordinances passed in English Canada was a law requiring home-owners to keep a pail of water on the porch at all times. When Toronto burned to the ground for the second time, wood, as a building material, was outlawed in favour of brick. Vancouver was destroyed by fire in 1886. Ottawa burned twice, and even the mill that sawed the boards that built Ottawa burned four times... A 1948 forest fire that swept Lake Superior’s north shore generated so much smoke that streetlights had to be turned on at noon as far away as Texas. In fact, it is not unknown for smoke from Canadian forest fires to reach England. The Great Miramichi fire of 1825, in New Brunswick, has been called "the most dreadful conflagration in...the history of the world!" It stretched 112 kilometres on either side of the Miramichi River, and caused winds of such velocity that salmon were sucked out of the river and scattered in the trees.
    - From
    Geist magazine, No. 54, Fall 2004

    I went to see Andy today, and got my hair cut! Only trimmed, really. In August, however, I'll get a real haircut again. :) How I adore Andy...

    And my mother and I have caught cold. It was only a matter of time, I suppose. But it's really unpleasant, and seems to insist on draining my energy just when I need it most. Curses.

    Saturday, June 18, 2005

    I need to find a way to fend off the ennui that likes to come slithering into my consciousness even while I'm occupied with something. Maybe I should get more sleep and eat regularly.

    But I still don't understand this... How is it possible to be bored and entertained at the same time?!
    I've rediscovered the wonders of Toronto. When I'm back in my homeland in August, I plan to rediscover them further.

    I saw Danny Michel at the Rivoli! He's an amazing performer--hilarious, adorable, and talented. Really nice guy too! Perhaps I'll put up the picture of us, even though it's rather unattractive.

    One of his opening acts was Dayna Manning, who was also quite fun to listen to. Like Danny, she was amusing, particularly when she sang a derogatory song about Paris Hilton. Now that's hot!

    Luke Doucet was there as well! (For those of you who don't follow Canadian music--haha--he is a guitarist who used to tour with Sarah McLachlan.) He played with Danny on a few songs.

    The most amusing bit, however, was when Andy Kim appeared and sang two of his hits: "Sugar Sugar" and "Rock Me Gently."

    I love Canada. :)

    Thursday, June 16, 2005

  • If you're one of those crazy wristband collectors, here's one for your collection. The new Josh Groban Foundation ones are now available here. They're 2/$6, 5/$12, or 10/$22. AND they're BRIGHT ORANGE!

  • Diem: I WILL NOT EAT BLUEBERRIES ALONE!

  • Psychological complexes make life far more difficult than it should be.
  • Wednesday, June 15, 2005

    Oh I'm home! And it's humid! How different...

    I went to a rodeo in Orono today. The hot cowboys made me wish I'd brought my camera. (Especially the one who was scraped on the stomach by a bull hoof. *Unfortunately* he had to remove his shirt to clean it. Heh heh heh...)

    On a totally unrelated note... I need to stop smiling. It's bad for my image. ;)

    Monday, June 13, 2005

    Knees of My Bees
    by Alanis Morissette

    We share a culture same vernacular
    Love of physical humor and time spent alone
    You with your penchant for spontaneous advents
    For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone

    You are a gift renaissance with a wink
    With tendencies for conversations that raise bars
    You are a sage who is fueled by compassion
    Comes to nooks and crannies, has balm for all scars

    You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
    You make the knees of my bees weak

    You are a spirit that knows of no limit
    That knows of no ceiling who balks at dead-ends
    You are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers
    Not seduced by illusion or fair-weathered friends

    You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
    You make the knees of my bees weak

    You are a vision who lives by the signals of
    Stomach and intuition as your guide
    You are a sliver of god on a platter
    Who walks what he talks and who cops when he's lied

    You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
    You make the knees of my bees weak
    You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
    You make the knees of my bees weak
    You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
    You make the knees of my bees weak

    Sunday, June 12, 2005

    Congratulations Kelly R., Bob B., Ruben A., Jay R., Ryan B., Kristin P., Jamie G., Nathan W., Joy A., Andrea P., Jennifer D., Kevin S., Kristin H., Daniel D., Jon K., Leila D., Devo K., and Yohany I.! :)
    Josiah: Because the Bible tells us to gird ourselves with loins...

    Dagan: Um. I think that's, "Gird your loins..."

    Saturday, June 11, 2005

    Sometimes the silver lining to the cloud is better than the sun itself.
    As a sidenote, I'm really good at being stupid. :)
    Frankenheimer: Nothing like a little sex to liven up the night.

    Friday, June 10, 2005

    I'm halfway done! I'm a junior!

    Well, I was done at roughly nine o'clock this morning, after which I slept for a few hours. (Of course, I had horrible nightmares, as usual, so it wasn't exactly restful. But I'm hoping for better results tonight.)

    And soon I will begin the slow and agonizing process of moving my hideous amount of stuff out of my room.

    But before that, Star Trek! :D

    Thursday, June 09, 2005

    A word to the wise: Star Wars is way better in digital, in Irvine than in crap, in Fontucky.

    Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better.

    Wednesday, June 08, 2005

    Is it my responsibility to point out unhealthy patterns in others? Probably not. I'll refrain.
    The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
    - John Galsworthy

    Tuesday, June 07, 2005

    My teeth hurt.

    Attempting to chip away at my upper molars with my lower ones.

    Pain. Must. Stop.
    Still awake. Why? No reason, other than that I tried to drown my sorrows in caffeine. I don't recommend it.
    I'm going to state this so that everyone knows and understands it.

    Lack of communication upsets me.

    Granted, I overreact sometimes. But further lack of communication does nothing to sort that out or solve the problem. Strange as it may seem, it really just aggravates it.

    To quote myself from last May:

    Sometimes silence is strong, and sometimes silence is cowardly.

    One should understand the difference.

    Monday, June 06, 2005

    Let Me Fall
    by Josh Groban

    Let me fall
    Let me climb
    There's a moment when fear
    And dreams must collide

    Someone I am
    Is waiting for courage
    The one I want
    The one I will become
    Will catch me

    So let me fall
    If I must fall
    I won't heed your warnings
    I won't hear them

    Let me fall
    If I fall
    Though the phoenix may
    Or may not rise

    I will dance so freely
    Holding on to no one
    You can hold me only
    If you too will fall
    Away from all these
    Useless fears and chains

    Someone I am
    Is waiting for my courage
    The one I want
    The one I will become
    Will catch me

    So let me fall
    If I must fall
    I won't heed your warnings
    I won't hear

    Let me fall
    If I fall
    There's no reason
    To miss this one chance
    This perfect moment
    Just let me fall
    Check this out here, since it looks hideous on Blogger.

    Sunday, June 05, 2005

    And I'd like to dedicate this song to myself...

    Desperado
    by the Eagles

    Desperado why don't you come to your senses?
    You been out ridin' fences for so long now
    Oh you're a hard one
    I know that you got your reasons
    These things that are pleasin' you
    Can hurt you somehow

    Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy
    She'll beat you if she's able
    You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

    Now it seems to me some fine things
    Have been laid upon your table
    But you only want the ones that you can't get

    Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no youger
    Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
    And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
    Your prison is walking through this world all alone

    Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
    The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
    It's hard to tell the night time from the day
    You're losin' all your highs and lows
    Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

    Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
    Come down from your fences, open the gate
    It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
    You better let somebody love you, before it's too late

    Saturday, June 04, 2005

    There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under heaven:
    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    a time to scatter stones and at time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
    a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

    - Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

    Thursday, June 02, 2005

  • I'd like to formally congratulate whoever "altered" part of the Path of the Just. Well done, friends. And don't worry. It's immortalized. I took pictures. (As did many others, I noticed.)

  • I have one presentation, two finals, and four papers to do. Do with that information as you will.

  • I am tired of my own propensity to doubt.

  • So, Dr. Schoepflin takes with him a large chunk of the reasons that I have had faith in this university to educate me properly--as did Dr. Hartig before him. When Dr. Jones, Dr. Dupée, Dr. Webster, and Dr. Bradley have gone, I suspect that there will be nothing left but shadows and shells. It's depressing. (How can I possibly take Critical Analysis from anyone but Dr. Schoepflin? It's like blasphemy!)

  • Crumpling up Post-it notes that are no longer relevant is one of my greatest joys in life.

  • A good episode or two of some series of Star Trek always manages to make life seem much nicer.

  • Yeah, okay, so I'm not an artist, but this site is fun anyway.
  • Wednesday, June 01, 2005


    And here are some nice, hot, sweaty, sooty firemen for you, as a special treat. (As you can see from the angle, I was trying to be surreptitious.)

    My aunt again. My mom just got the exact same car, but automatic. I'm so jealous.

    Tuesday, May 31, 2005


    My aunt in her brand new standard Acura TSX.

    Monday, May 30, 2005

    Christianity

    75%

    agnosticism

    58%

    Paganism

    58%

    Buddhism

    54%

    Judaism

    54%

    Islam

    42%

    Hinduism

    25%

    Satanism

    13%

    atheism

    4%

    Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
    created with QuizFarm.com

    Sunday, May 29, 2005

    Join me in my addiction to Lightsaber Training! :D
    Okay, I normally don't like to post forwards here, but this is seriously hilarious.

    I was on my way to the post office to pick up my case of free M&Ms (sent to me because I forwarded an e-mail to five other people, celebrating the fact that the year 2000 is "MM" in Roman numerals), and I was wearing the new clothes I got from the Gap for sending 3500 emails to people who were once my friends when I ran into a friend whose neighbor, a young man, was home recovering from having been served a rat in his bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken (which is predictable, since as everyone knows, there's no actual chicken in Kentucky Fried Chicken, which is why the government made them change their name to KFC).

    Anyway, one day this guy went to sleep and when he awoke he was in his bathtub and it was full of ice and he was sore all over and when he got out of the tub he realized that HIS KIDNEY HAD BEEN STOLEN. He saw a note on his mirror that said, "Call 911!" but he was afraid to use his phone because it was connected to his computer, and there was a virus on his computer that would destroy his hard drive if he opened an e-mail entitled "Join the crew!" He knew it wasn't a hoax because he himself was a computer programmer who was working on software to prevent a global disaster in which all the computers get together and distribute the $250.00 Neiman-Marcus cookie recipe under the leadership of Bill Gates. (It's true--I read it all last week in a mass e-mail from BILL GATES HIMSELF, who was also promising me a free Disney World vacation and $5,000 if I would forward the e-mail to everyone I know.) The poor man then tried to call 911 from a pay phone to report his missing kidneys, but a voice on the line first asked him to press #90, which unwittingly gave the bandit full access to the phone line at the guy's expense. Then reaching into the coin-return slot he got jabbed with an HIV-infected needle around which was wrapped a note that said, "Welcome to the world of AIDS." Luckily he was only a few blocks from the hospital--the one where that little boy who is dying of cancer is, the one whose last wish is for everyone in the world to send him an e-mail and the American Cancer Society has agreed to pay him a nickel for every e-mail he receives. I sent him two e-mails and one of them was a bunch of X's and O's in the shape of an angel (if you get it and forward it to more than 10 people, you will have good luck but for 10 only you will only have OK luck and if you send it to fewer than 10 people you will have BAD LUCK FOR SEVEN YEARS.) So anyway the poor guy tried to drive himself to the hospital, but on the way he noticed another car driving without its lights on. To be helpful, he flashed his lights at him and was promptly shot as part of a gang initiation.

    Send THIS to all the friends who send you their junk mail and you will receive 4 green M&Ms--and they will get a free computer from Bill Gates and tickets to Disney World for the entire family. But if you don't, the owner of Proctor and Gamble will report you to his Satanist friends and you will have more bad luck: you will get sick from the Sodium Laureth Sulfate in your shampoo, your spouse/mate will develop a skin rash from using the antiperspirant which clogs the pores under your arms, and the U.S. government will put a tax on your e-mails forever.

    I know this is all true 'cause I read it on the Internet.

    Saturday, May 28, 2005

    Jalena: In order for it to be shabby chic, it has to be faux.
    Prem: Fo' what? You talkin' down home naow, honey!
    LOL...





    You Are 25 Years Old



    25





    Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

    13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

    20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

    30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

    40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.


    Friday, May 27, 2005

    I'm going to try not to think about why two fairly random Asian girls just took my picture, and where said picture might end up.
    All of the classes I want to take next fall are at the same time! Seriously, do all good classes have to be from 1-3pm on Tuesday and Thursday?! Fizelment!

    My room needs cleaning, and I have a million pages to read, and twice as many papers to write.

    So I probably shouldn't be this relaxed. I'll pay for it later. Hmmm... Think I'm sabotaging myself again? That's always a bad idea, friends. But during Star Trek night last night, my dear Lieutenant Tom Paris said something to that effect, and I thought... Hmmm... Maybe that's me...

    As you can see, I don't really have anything of value to say. But I haven't written in so long that I figured I'd better say something.

    Sidenote: I never really get tired of listening to K-FROG.

    I need to see Star Wars again.

    Thursday, May 26, 2005

    Overcome
    by Live

    Even now the world is bleedin'
    But feelin' just fine all numb
    In our castle where we're always free
    To choose never free enough
    To find I wish somethin' would break
    Cuz we're runnin' out of time

    And I am overcome
    I am overcome
    Holy water in my lungs
    I am overcome

    These women in the street
    Pullin' out their hair
    My master's in the yard
    Givin' light to the unaware
    This plastic little place
    Is just a step amongst the stairs

    And I am overcome
    I am overcome baby
    Holy water in my lungs
    I am overcome

    So drive me out out to that open field
    Turn the ignition off and spin around
    Your help is here
    But I'm parked in this open space
    Blockin' the gates of love

    I am overcome
    I am overcome
    Holy water in my lungs
    I am overcome

    Beautiful drowning
    This beautiful drowning
    This holy water
    This holy water is in my lungs

    And I am overcome
    I am overcome
    I am overcome
    I am overcome

    Tuesday, May 24, 2005

    Monica and I are hot together. Sideways hot.

    Monday, May 23, 2005

    I have been almost ridiculously happy for days! It's wonderful! Oh the joie de vivre! Oh the bliss! Oh the marvelousness of life!

    Hmmm... That's not nearly as sarcastic as you might think, either! ;)

    Sunday, May 22, 2005

    I am proud to say that I haven't waited for summer. Instead, I've called it, and it has come to me.

    HAPPY SUMMER, EVERYONE!

    Friday, May 20, 2005

    Okay, it's time for summer now.

    LET US OUT, LET US OUT!

    Tuesday, May 17, 2005





    Your Seduction Style: The Dandy





    You're a non-traditionalist, not limited by gender roles or expectations.
    Your sexuality is more fluid than that - and you defy labels or categories.
    It's hard to pin you down, and that's what's fascinating about you.
    You have the psychology of both a male and a female, and you can relate to anyone.





    *snicker*
    Samurai

    You are a Samurai.
    You are full of honour and value respect. You
    are not really the stereotypical hero, but you
    do fight for good. Just in your own way. For
    you, it is most certainly okay to kill an evil
    person, if it is for justice and peace. You
    also don't belive in mourning all the time and
    think that once you've hit a bad stage in life
    you just have to get up again. It's pointless
    to concentrate on emotional pain and better to
    just get on with everything. You also are a
    down to earth type of person and think before
    you act. Impulsive people may annoy you
    somewhat.

    Main weapon: Sword
    Quote: "Always do the right thing.
    This will gratify some people and astonish the
    rest" -Mark Twain
    Facial expression: Small smile




    What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
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    Perfect Girl
    by Sarah McLachlan

    Am I faithful, am I strong,
    Am I good enough to belong
    In your reverie, a perfect girl
    Your vision of romance is cruel
    And all along I played the fool
    All your expectations bury me

    [Chorus]
    Don't worry you will find the answer
    If you let it go
    Give yourself some time to falter
    But don't forgo knowing that
    You're loved no matter what
    And everything will come around in time

    I own my insecurities I try to own my destiny
    And I can make or break it if I choose
    But you take my words and twist them 'round
    Til I'm the one who brings you down
    Make me feel like I'm the one to blame for all of this...

    [Chorus]

    You need everybody with you on your side
    Know that I am here for you but I hope in time
    You'll find yourself alright alone
    You'll find yourself with open arms
    You'll find yourself, you'll find yourself in time

    The riot in my heart decides
    To keep me open and alive
    I have to take myself away from you
    'Cause I can't compete I can't deny
    There's nothing that I didn't try
    How did I go so wrong in loving you...

    [Chorus]
    Well, I guess I'm going to be here for most of the summer. I assume it will be dreadful. We'll see.
    Well, you actually should feel sorry for me, because it turned out that it was food poisoning. And that was just hell.

    Sunday, May 15, 2005

    I'm getting sick. Pity me.

    *whine, whine, whine*

    Saturday, May 14, 2005

    I feel overly-educated.

    I should probably do something really stupid. For relief.

    Hmmm...

    Any suggestions?

    Friday, May 13, 2005

    La dernière chose que j'ai besoin d'est un autre homme qui me regarde, et qui voit quelqu'un d'autre.

    Wednesday, May 11, 2005

    Doth I Protest Too Much
    by Alanis Morissette

    I'm not threatened, by every pair of
    Legs you watch go by
    I don't cringe when you stare at women
    It's just a thing called guy
    I don't notice your sideways glances
    Or where your loyalty lies
    I'm secure and out of me
    It's hard to get a rise

    I'm not jealous
    I don't get moved by much
    I'm not enraged
    Not insecure as such
    Not going insane
    Rational stays in touch
    Doth I protest too much?

    I'm not tortured by how oft you're busy
    'Cause I've got things to do
    I'm not disappointed
    About how you don't miss you me
    'Cause I don't need you to

    I'm not needy
    I don't get clingy much
    I'm not scared
    I'm not afraid as such
    I'm not dependent
    Rock solid, stays in touch
    And doth I protest too much?

    So much energy to prove to you
    Who I can't possibly be
    So much energy to prove to you
    I'm not who you hate for me to be

    I'm not saddened
    And I don't miss you
    'Cause I have moved on too
    I'm not concerned about your new lover
    'Cause I'm a new lover too

    I'm not depressed
    I don't get down that much
    I'm not despondent
    I am not dark as such
    I'm never sad
    Keep chin up, stays in touch
    And doth I protest too much?

    I'm not jealous
    I don't get moved my much
    I'm not enraged
    Not insecure as such
    Not going insane
    Rational stays in touch
    And doth I protest too much?

    HAHAHA...

    Tuesday, May 10, 2005

    I need to stop doing these.












    The Keys to Your Heart



    You are attracted to obedience and warmth.

    In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.

    You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

    You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.

    Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

    Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

    You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

    In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.


    Monday, May 09, 2005










    Your #1 Match: INFJ




    The Protector

    You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.
    Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.
    You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.
    You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.

    You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.


    Your #2 Match: INFP




    The Idealist

    You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.
    Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.
    It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.
    But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.

    You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.



    Now here's something everyone can enjoy.

    Sunday, May 08, 2005

    Do you have to hurt someone else to understand the point of view of those who have hurt you, to forgive them? Because any lack of forgiveness only hurts you, and, for myself, I'd rather keep it that way.
    :)

    Saturday, May 07, 2005

    Hurrah for subwoofers and synagogue!

    Paul and my mother were lovely enough to bless me with a new stereo system, complete with a subwoofer. Guess what I'm going to do?! Record myself giggling obnoxiously and play it on high volume and repeat whenever I'm not in my room. Take THAT, residents! ;)

    And I was also fortunate enough to visit Temple Beth-El again tonight. I always enjoy going there. Their service is so philosophical and uplifting. Perhaps Messianic Judaism is for me. ;)

    Goodnight, folks!

    Thursday, May 05, 2005

    The real purpose of Adventist boarding schools is to get Adventist kids out of homes quickly so that Adventist parents can maintain their high standards.
    - Bob
    I should probably get to sleep again. Headbanging to "Spin" by Lifehouse is inappropriate behaviour...on so many levels. Ditto for "Light My Fire."
    I've just suffered a bout of uncontrollable sleep! I dreamt that I was drinking slushies on the roof of a cheese factory with my aunt and my cousins, when suddenly I felt drowsy, like I'd been drugged. Then I woke up and felt the same way. WHO DRUGGED ME?!?! 'Fess up now!

    ALSO, who's been stealing random things from my room?? I am missing a pair of jeans, my yoga pants, AND my glasses. RETURN THEM IMMEDIATELY!

    That's it.

    Wednesday, May 04, 2005

    Born to Fly
    by Sara Evans

    I've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow
    About the places that I'd like to see
    I say, friend do you think I'll ever get there?
    Oh, but he just stands there smilin' back at me
    So I confessed my sins to the preacher
    About the love I've been prayin' to find
    Is there a brown-eyed boy in my future, yeah
    And he says, girl, you've got nothin' but time.

    But how do you wait for heaven?
    And who has that much time?
    And how do you keep your feet on the ground
    When you know that you were born,
    You were born to fly

    My daddy he is grounded like the oak tree
    My momma she is steady as the sun
    Oh, you know I love my folks
    But I keep starin' down the road
    Just lookin' for my one chance to run
    Hey, 'cause I will soar away like a blackbird
    I will blow in the wind like a seed
    I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams
    And I will grow up where I wander wild and free

    Oh, how do you wait for heaven?
    And who has that much time?
    And how do you keep your feet on the ground
    When you know, that you were born?
    You were born, yeah, you were born to fly

    Monday, May 02, 2005

    Okay, guys. This is the temporary plan. If I'm still single when I graduate from college, or have no intention of marrying the person that I'm dating at that time, I'm joining the military. That's right, the military.
    If you click here, fun things happen.

    Saturday, April 30, 2005

    Without the sugar, it's not love!
    - Pastor Devo

    Friday, April 29, 2005

    A sandlewood-scented Hsi Lai Temple, Say What?!, and a clean room...all in one day! :D

    Thursday, April 28, 2005

    If anyone would like to have the immense privilege of knitting or crocheting hats for herd boys and/or orphans in Lesotho, let me know! I will be shipping some out within a month. :)
    ...give yourself some time to falter, but don't forgo knowing that you're loved no matter what, and everything will come around in time...
    - Sarah McLachlan, from Perfect Girl

    Wednesday, April 27, 2005

    Tuesday, April 26, 2005

    PEOPLE BOND THROUGH SHARED EXPERIENCES, DARNIT!
    You should probably pray for SAU, and the family of Kelly Weimer, in particular.

    Monday, April 25, 2005

    Hell is other people.
    - Jean-Paul Sartre

    ...love is a form of insanity that can be manipulated for sadistic advantage over others.
    - from Fragile Glory: A Portrait of France and the French
    Consequence Free
    by Great Big Sea

    Wouldn't it be great, if no one ever got offended
    Wouldn't it be great to say what's really on your mind
    And I have always said, "All the rules are made for bending"
    And if I let my hair down, would that be such a crime?

    CHORUS:
    I wanna be consequence free
    I wanna be where nothing needs to matter
    I wanna be consequence free
    Just sing - Na na na, na na neh ah na na
    Oh, Na na na, na na neh ah na na

    I could really use to lose my Catholic conscience
    'Cause I'm getting sick of feeling guilty all the time
    I won't abuse it, yeah I've got the best intentions
    For a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind

    CHORUS

    I couldn't sleep at all last night 'cause I had so much on my mind
    I'd like to leave it all behind, but you know it's not that easy
    Oh, for just one night

    Wouldn't it be great, if the band just never ended
    We could stay out late and we would never hear last call.
    We wouldn't need to worry about approval or permission,
    We could slip off the edge and never worry about the fall

    CHORUS

    Sunday, April 24, 2005

    Bernadette: For your first anniversary, just don't get her a clock for the kitchen!

    Pascal: No, that would be a waste of a clock!

    Jocelin, with The Look: That would be a waste of a clock?

    Pascal: Well, sure. You don't go in there that much.

    Friday, April 22, 2005

    I've Just Seen Jesus
    by Sandi Patty and Larnelle Harris

    We knew He was dead
    "It is finished!" He said
    We had watched as His life ebbed away
    Then we all stood around
    'Til the guards took Him down
    Joseph begged for His body that day

    It was late afternoon
    When we got to the tomb
    Wrapped His body and sealed up the grave
    So I know how you feel
    His death was so real
    But please listen and hear what I say

    I've just seen Jesus
    I tell you He's alive
    I've just seen Jesus
    Our precious Lord alive
    And I knew, He really saw me too
    As if 'til now I'd never lived
    All that I'd done before
    Won't matter anymore
    I've just seen Jesus
    And I'll never be the same again

    It was His voice she first heard
    Those kind gentle words
    Asking what was her reason for tears
    And I sobbed in despair
    "My Lord is not there"
    He said, "Child! It is I! I am here!"

    I've just seen Jesus
    I tell you He's alive
    I've just seen Jesus
    Our precious Lord alive
    And I knew, He really saw me too
    As if 'til now I'd never lived
    All that I'd done before
    Won't matter anymore

    I've just seen Jesus
    I've just seen Jesus
    I've just seen Jesus
    And all I've ever done before
    Won't matter anymore
    I've just seen Jesus
    And I'll never be the same again
    I've just seen Jesus
    Guys like to have fun, to test the water, to see if the girl will respond to his advances, but that doesn't mean he wants a relationship, it just makes him feel good that he can get a girl to respond to him.
    - Chicago Wilson

    Blech. Men are disgusting.

    Tuesday, April 19, 2005

    Sunday, April 17, 2005

    This is a good one! LOL! :D

    Physical
    by Olivia Newton-John

    I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like
    Making good conversation
    I gotta handle you just right
    You know what I mean

    I took you to an intimate restaurant
    Then to a suggestive movie
    There's nothing left to talk about
    'less it's horizontally

    Let's get physical, physical
    I wanna get physical
    Let's get into physical

    Let me hear your body talk
    Your body talk
    Let me hear your body talk

    I've been patient
    I've been good
    Trying to keep my hands on the table
    It's getting hard this holding back
    You know what I mean

    I'm sure you'll understand my point of view
    We know each other mentally
    You've gotta know that you're bringing out
    The animal in me

    Let's get animal, animal
    I wanna get animal
    Let's get into animal

    Let me hear your body talk
    Your body talk
    Let me hear your body talk

    Saturday, April 16, 2005

    Kay: And every time his sister, God rest her soul, would get the spoon close to her mouth, she'd have another one of her spasms.

    Paul, shocked: You mean she starved to death?

    Ah life. :)

    I have finished my book. One of the first that I have enjoyed so thoroughly in a long time. It must be because I could identify with the narrator so wholly. Which, however, did not allow me as much escapism as I had hoped for; who wants to read one's own life played out by different people? Obviously, I have mixed feelings about it.

    On the other hand, if anyone has any great motivation to understand me, they should read this book--it'll help. And those who don't should read it anyways, because it's a masterpiece, and shall be one of my favourites forever.
    Just re-reading some of my entries from last summer, thanks to Jimmy. And I'm hilarious. No, seriously. If you weren't reading this last summer, you missed out, and you should go read them. Right now. ;)

    Friday, April 15, 2005

    Yay for fun song lyrics!

    Canadian Rose
    by Blues Traveler

    Autumn air it carries me there
    Less than an hour to go
    Six hundred miles an hour
    And still it feels so slow
    I'm trying to get back to Burlington
    To a square in the center of town
    To a spot on a wooden table
    Where her feet didn't reach the ground
    And when she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon
    And her skin smells of cider and rose
    And when she looked at me we both got quiet
    And my heart beats so hard we were in so close
    Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

    And she called me her ugly American
    And I would call her my Canadian flower
    And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
    We had such power
    And she would call me her ugly American
    And I'll remember my Canadian rose
    Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
    We were in so close

    I finally made it this town looks rearranged
    I don't know these people anymore
    But in the best ways not much else has changed
    From the way it was before
    And at least they still have this certain table
    Where I once carved a particular name
    I run my finger through the weathered carving
    And I almost can feel the same
    And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon
    As I ponder what my pilgrimage means
    And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here
    And I listen to the leaves
    If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile

    And she called me her ugly American
    And I would call her my Canadian flower
    And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
    We had such power
    And she would call me her ugly American
    And I'll remember my Canadian rose
    Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
    We were in so close

    And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up
    Passionately springs in me and all things are possible
    Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day
    At least it seemed that way
    Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

    And she called me her ugly American
    And I would call her my Canadian flower
    And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
    We had such power
    And she would call me her ugly American
    And I'll remember my Canadian rose
    Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
    We were in so close

    Thursday, April 14, 2005

    I have now become very irate at the narrator of my book, because she is so wretchedly like me that I can't stand it for another minute, and so I have bookmarked it and thrown it down (very gently) in utter disgust.

    I fished all of the sauce packets out of the plastic take-out bag. I know I'll never use them, but throwing them away seemed cruel.
    Currently, there is very little separating me from the thin line between reason and lunacy.

    Earlier this evening, I spent several minutes feeling distinctly sorry for the extra Taco Bell sauce packets that I had, because they were never going to be used. I wish they wouldn't personify them like they do; it does horrible things to the minds of people like me.
    Okay, the plan is to get more sleep and food, so that I can function on the level that is necessary in order to still have friends.

    Yay for the plan!
    Well, one thing that I can truly say about the world and my life in it is that it shouldn't be this way.

    Tuesday, April 12, 2005

    Part of today almost reminded me of a sunny Ontario summer. It was wonderful.

    ...I suppose one must try to find joy in small things. Particularly when so much of life is a self-created prison.
    'Cause I've relied on my illusions to keep me warm at night, but I denied in my capacity to love; I am willing to give up this fight.
    - Sarah McLachlan, from Dirty Little Secret
    Wear Your Love Like Heaven
    by Sarah McLachlan

    Color in sky prussian blue
    Scarlet fleece changes hue
    Crimson ball sinks from view

    [Chorus]
    Wear your love like heaven
    Wear your love like heaven
    Wear your love like heaven

    Lord, kiss me once more
    Fill me with song
    Allah, kiss me once more
    That I may, that I may
    Wear my love like heaven
    Wear my love like heaven
    Color sky havana lake
    Color sky rose carmethene
    Alizarian crimson

    [Chorus]

    Lord kiss me once more
    Fill me with song
    Allah kiss me once more
    That I may, that I may
    Wear my love like heaven
    Wear my love like heaven
    Lord kiss me once more
    Fill me with song
    Allah kiss me once more
    That I may, that I may
    Wear my love like heaven
    Wear my love like heaven
    Cannot believe what I see
    All I have wished for will be
    All of our race proud and free

    [Chorus]

    Lord kiss me once more
    Fill me with song
    Allah kiss me once more
    That I may, that I may
    Wear my love like heaven
    Wear my love like heaven

    Sunday, April 10, 2005

    I am overwhelmed.

    I think I'll blame Satan. That's convenient.

    Friday, April 08, 2005

    I think I may have been assuming all along that I could have one of two things in a significant other: 1) someone I'm attracted to, or 2) someone who will be good for me. But not both. I may have been right, but I hope not.

    Look at the child with the dream in her eyes, holding it deep inside...
    - Sarah McLachlan

    Wednesday, April 06, 2005

    Yes, I am subsisting on cookies.
    Overheard:

    Person 1: Did you get that book I left for you?
    Person 2: What book?
    Person 1: Interpersonal Communication.
    Person 2: Oh. Oh yeah. Thank you.

    Oh the irony.

    Tuesday, April 05, 2005

    I love these lyrics...

    Silently the morning mist is lying on the water,
    Captive moonlight waiting for the dawn.
    Softly like a baby's breath, a breeze begins to whisper.
    The sun is coming, quick you must be gone.

    Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing,
    The promise of another sunny day.
    And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine,
    I do believe that summer's here to stay.

    And do you care what's happening around you,
    Do your senses know the changes when they come?
    Can you see yourself reflecting in the seasons,
    Can you understand the need to carry on?

    Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see,
    So many ways and oh, so many things.
    Rejoicing in the differences, there's no one just like me.
    Yet as different as we are, we're still the same.

    And oh, I love the life within me,
    I feel a part of everything I see.
    And oh, I love the life around me,
    A part of everything is here in me.
    A part of everything is here in me,
    A part of everything is here in me.


    John Denver should be canonized.
    A good question to ask:

    Is there anyone out there who could take you from me?

    Props to Naiomi for that one.

    Monday, April 04, 2005

    As my cousin so astutely pointed out earlier today (well, yesterday, really)...

    Star Trek night will never be the same again. :D

    Saturday, April 02, 2005

    I wouldn't live the last year over again for the world. And that's a good thing, because it's a sign that I feel I've grown.

    However, the one thing I do miss about this time last year is the anticipation of new possibilities that seemed to be springing up everywhere... Now, it seems that new possibilities prefer to shatter like sugar glass before my eyes.

    Last year, I was almost hopelessly boxed in by a few small ideas. Contrary to the mistrust that I thought I embodied at the time, I whole-heartedly believed in façades that I am now slightly more able to see through. I was much more naïve, much more easily duped--by a belief in the infallibility of others, by the idea that hideous and painful mistakes were not as easily made as I now know them to be. By a powerful and misplaced confidence in society as a whole. By a blind desire to achieve lofty ideals of love and peace and happiness.

    I still cherish those ideals, but less blindly.

    And for that, I am truly thankful.

    I hope that all of my fellow Bloggers have taken lessons from their pain, their errors, their trials in the past year, and have been able to convert that past evil into present and future good.

    Thursday, March 31, 2005

    Hmmm.
    Dr. Jones is my guru. I hereby proclaim it so.
    Sometimes two people will regard each other over a gulf too wide to ever be bridged and know immediately what could have happened, and that it never will.
    - from a review of Girl with a Pearl Earring
    Train Wreck
    by Sarah McLachlan

    Your love in all it's finery
    Tear up the darkness all around me
    Until I can breathe again
    Until I believe again

    Cause I'm a train wreck
    Waiting to happen
    Waiting for someone to come pick me up off the tracks
    A wild fire born of frustration
    Born of a world, oh, that gets me so high
    I've no fear at all

    But your eyes like midnight fireflys
    Light up the trenches where our loves lies
    Until I can see again
    Find my way back again

    Cause I'm a train wreck
    Waiting to happen
    Waiting for someone to come pick me up off the tracks
    A wild fire born of frustration
    Born of a world, oh, that gets me so high

    I've no fear at all
    To fall so deep into you
    Loose myself completely
    In your sweet embrace
    All my pain's erased

    And your mouth, it's all that I wish
    Mercy of your lips, just one kiss
    Until I can breathe again
    Until I can sing again

    Cause I'm a train wreck
    Waiting to happen
    Waiting for someone to come pick me up off the tracks
    A wild fire born of frustration
    Born of a world, oh, that gets me so high

    I've no fear at all
    To fall so deep into you
    Loose myself completely
    In your sweet embrace
    All my pain's erased

    Wednesday, March 30, 2005

    French grammar is often pictured as a fearsome scarecrow, gesturing with the subjunctive in one hand and the irregular verbs in the other! En bonne forme, 7th ed., will try to turn him into a cooperative fellow, to show you how varied and symmetrical the French language is.
    - Simone Renaud Dietiker and Dominique van Hooff, En bonne forme, 7th ed.

    I love textbook authors sometimes.

    Tuesday, March 29, 2005

    Just a quick comment: I don't know why you people are all arguing with me about my phone hours. It's not like any of you ever call me anyways, so :P. And no, I am not being arrogant. I am simply attempting to combat "device creep" and "continuous partial attention."

    Monday, March 28, 2005

    You're never out anymore. The assumption now is that you're always in. Out is over. Now you are always in. And when you are always in, you are always on. And when you are always on, what are you most like? A computer server.
    - Thomas L. Friedman, Longitudes and Attitudes

    Thanks to Mr. Friedman, I have decided to establish Phone Hours. From now on, I will only be taking calls and text messages on Monday and Wednesday from 1pm-5pm for any reason, Tuesday and Thursday from 6pm-8pm for any reason, and Friday through Sunday at any time after noon only for leisurely chat. The only reasons that I expect to be called or text-messaged aside from those hours will be in the following situations:

    1) Someone is dead/dying.
    2) Something is on fire.
    3) You want to take me out for ice cream.

    If you insist on calling me outside those hours, know that you will be leaving a voice mail message, and I shall choose whether or not to answer you immediately. If you text me outside those hours, I may or may not answer you. If, in your mind, it is truly an emergency, call my room phone, begin to leave a message, and I might pick up if you sound frantic enough.

    Not to be unfriendly or anything, but I'm tired of being reachable all the time. So there you have it. :)

    Sunday, March 27, 2005

    Things I Learned During Spring Break '05

  • If you set out for Yosemite, totally unprepared to camp in a ridiculous amount of snow and slush, and when you arrive, lo and behold! there is a ridiculous amount of snow and slush there to camp in, turn around and immediately exit the park.
  • Tent poles splinter more easily than you might think.
  • Bungee cords are amazingly useful.
  • Lodi shuts down at 10pm.
  • I'm allergic to the state capitol.
  • Price tags are best removed immediately.
  • Never go to the park in Haight-Ashbury. Ever.
  • Men do not necessarily know how to operate remote controls. (Who knew?!)
  • If I were able to wed a store, it would be Anthropologie.
  • If you need to go on a consumerist binge, do it at Sanrio. It's deeply comforting.
  • I'm slipping slowly into Bohemianism. Help me, I beg you.
  • And I have a dream now: Middle Eastern Studies at Berkeley.

    I'm certain that there are many more, but I won't bore you with them now. I will later.

    Happy Easter!
  • Monday, March 21, 2005

    This post is just a heads-up for all of you boys and men out there.

    If you are ever in Vegas, do not attempt to use either of the following lines. They're just bad.

  • "Were you at the expo? No? Oh, I thought I knew you..." (with creepy staring)

  • "Can I have a bite?"
  • Wednesday, March 16, 2005

    This just in!

    LA SIERRA UNIVERSITY ENACTS NEW DRESS CODE POLICY

    Riverside, CA -- A private Christian university that has been a pillar of the local community for many years has recently decided to enact a new dress code policy. From now on, the university will encourage its students to forsake the wearing of pants. For its purposes, the university has chosen to define "pants" as: "any type of skirt, pant, kilt, muumuu, or truncated pant." A spokeswoman for La Sierra University said yesterday, "We want to make sure that our students do not feel confined or encumbered by traditional pant-wearing. The decision to become apantal was reached only after a long and thorough debate. Some board members felt that this was a risky step to take, but the majority were excited about it, considering it an edgy and refreshing new way not only to attract more students, but to share the message of God's love with others by providing a totally pantless learning environment." The new policy will come into effect at the beginning of the next quarter, which begins on March 28.
    Je suis fini!

    Non, ce n'est pas vrai. En fait, heureusement, j'ai fini! Il n'y a pas des examens pour moi pour un autre trois mois!

    What relief, what joy, what inexpressible happiness! Hurrah, hurrah, and HURRAH again!

    No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks!

    I'm going to the cafeteria now, to pick my poison.

    :D

    Monday, March 14, 2005

    I Forgive You
    by Darren Hayes

    (Shut up)

    For all the anguish,
    And degradation
    For every time I needed truth,
    And you were faithless
    But disappointment, self-deprecation
    But living a lie for fantasize
    And you could save me

    I need my cross like a blanket
    And misery is a comfort
    I can hardly stand to blame
    My self-fulfilling prophecy on you
    And in the end I decided
    I guess I felt I deserved it
    I should kiss your dirty lips
    For bringing me my clarity

    And now the truth has made me see
    How your lies have buried me
    But I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    So I

    I feel so high
    Just let it go we would
    I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    So I

    (Shut up)

    For all the torment
    Loss of independence
    For disrespect, carelessness with my emotions
    For all the screams I swallow
    How my soul is hollow
    For giving into temptation
    For making me feel like a cheap replacement

    And now the truth has made me see
    How your lies have buried me
    But I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    'Cause I

    I feel so high
    Just let it go we would
    I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    'Cause I

    All the lies that I believed
    And all the guilt you made me feel
    'Cause I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    'Cause I

    Ohh I feel so good just letting go
    You know I feel good now you're gone

    Getting stronger, letting go
    Getting stronger, I'm moving on
    Getting stronger, I'm letting go
    Getting stronger, I'm getting stronger
    No

    This time
    I forgive you
    Lord I

    And now the truth has made me see
    How your lies have buried me
    I forgive you
    Lord I
    I must forgive you
    Lord I

    All the lies that I believed
    And all the guilt you made me feel
    I forgive you
    'Cause I forgive you
    Lord I must forgive you
    'Cause I

    And now the truth has made me see
    How your lies have buried me
    I forgive you
    'Cause I forgive you
    Lord I
    I must forgive you

    (This time)

    All the lies that I believed
    Guilt you make me feel
    This time
    I must forgive you

    I feel so high
    I feel so high

    'Cause it feels so good just letting go
    You know I feel good now you go
    Gasp! My friend is a Deviant! Who knew?!

    Wednesday, March 09, 2005

    Who was I before I became who I am now? Was it better, like older versions of sacred texts are supposed to be better? Or was I just a prototype, with lots of bugs to work out?

    And what do you do when things surface in your dreams that you thought you'd dealt with? One shouldn't have to sacrifice emotional stability for physical rest.

    Farewell, peace of mind...kiss goodbye to reason...
    - from The Best Thing by Savage Garden

    The worst torture comes from your own mind--not from anyone else.

    You're caught in a one way street
    With the monsters in your head
    When hopes and dreams are far away and
    You feel you can't face the day...

    - from Crash and Burn by Savage Garden

    I hate being me.

    I need this quarter to be over.

    Yep. You're right. I just wanted to post another one. :)
    I Don't Know You Anymore
    by Savage Garden

    I would like to visit you for a while
    Get away and out of this city
    Maybe I shouldn't have called
    But someone had to be the first to break

    We can go sit on your back porch
    Relax
    Talk about anything
    It don't matter
    I'll be courageous
    If you can pretend that you've forgiven me

    Because I don't know you anymore
    I don't recognize this place
    The picture frames have changed and so has your name
    We don't talk much anymore
    We keep running from the pain
    But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

    Springtime in the city
    Always such relief from the winter freeze
    The snow was more lonely than cold
    If you know what I mean

    Everyone's got an agenda
    Don't stop
    Keep that chin up you'll be alright
    Can you believe what a year it's been
    Are you still the same?
    Has your opinion changed?

    Because I don't know you anymore
    I don't recognize this place
    The picture frames have changed and so has your namev We don't talk much anymore
    We keep running from these sentences
    But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

    I know I let you down
    Again and again
    I know I never really treated you right
    I've paid the price
    I'm still paying for it everyday

    So maybe I shouldn't have called
    Was it too soon to tell?
    Oh what the hell
    It doesn't really matter
    How do you redefine something that never really had a name?
    Has your opinion changed?

    Because I don't know you anymore
    I don't recognize this place
    The picture frames have changed and so has your name
    We don't talk much anymore
    We keep running from the pain
    But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

    I see your face
    I see your face


    Sigh.