I'll post my thoughts on Gilmore Girls later after I allow the episode to "sit" a little. But I will say this: I totally didn't see the whole Zach/Lane engagement coming! Of course, that could be because they haven't even been communicating since the big fight and breakup. But Zach's little "I don't feel good" speech was completely adorable.
The new season of Amazing Race is on right now, and I am definitely rooting for the "nerds." I cracked up during their interview near the beginning when he said, "She's good at card games, and I'm good at taking tests." Um, and these skills will help you on The Amazing Race how? You have watched the show, right? Still, they're so unabashedly nerdy that I can't help but love them, even though the odds of their winning are as good as the odds of my ending up on The Amazing Race. (Not that I wouldn't love to be on it, but I wouldn't last more than one episode.) The "Glamazon" women are getting on my nerves, and if they scream much more I'm going to reach through the TV and yank out their vocal cords. The hippie dudes kind of scare me, but I haven't made any other firm opinions about the contestants yet.
I'm 99% sure I'm going to be making that road trip from Seattle to Memphis this summer. I believe it was the wise Lynette who said that I won't look back on this year and think, "Man, I sure wish I'd taken that summer class and gotten a lame summer job." But I know I would regret not making this trip. It will definitely be one for the history books, I do believe. Plus, the only 500-level class being offered this summer is going to be full term, which means it's meeting from June 5-Aug. 10. Ew. No thank you!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
38
I got eight--count 'em--EIGHT credit card offers today in the mail. Do they seriously think their best bet at getting another customer is to send out offers to a destitute grad student? Oh wait, actually I guess I'm the perfect prey because I have little money, so I would find the idea of "0% APR" so fascinating that I'd forget that eventually I have to PAY THE CREDIT CARD COMPANY BACK. Riiiight. Good work, multi-million dollar loan sharks. You sure got me!
New episode of Gilmore Girls tomorrow! All I can say is, it better be good because I'm getting close to mutiny!
EDIT: Sent to me by http://www.xanga.com/fargs. I'm a 38, just like Oprah. That has to be good, right?
Below is Dr Phil's test.
(Dr. Phil scored 55; he did this test on Oprah. She got a 38.)
Some folks pay a lot of money to find this stuff out. Read on, this is
very interesting! Don't be overly sensitive! The following is pretty accurate
and it only takes 2 minutes. Take this test for yourself, change the test score
in the subject box, copy and paste into a new e-mail and send to your friends
including the person who sent it to you. Don't peek! Have pen or pencil and
paper ready. This is a real test given by the Human Relations Dept. at many
of the major corporations today. It helps them get better insight concerning their
employees and prospective employees. It's only 10 simple questions, so....
Grab a pencil and paper, keeping track of your letter answers to each question.
Make sure to change the subject of the e-mail to read YOUR total.
1. When do you feel your best?
a) in the morning
b) during the afternoon and early evening
c) late at night
2. You usually walk...
a) fairly fast, with long steps
b) fairly fast, with little steps
c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face
d) less fast, head down
e) very slowly
3. When talking to people You...
a) stand with your arms folded
b) have your hands clasped
c) have one or both your hands on your hips
d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking
e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair
4. When relaxing, you sit with .
a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side
b) your legs crossed
c) your legs stretched out or straight
d) one leg curled under you
5. When something really amuses you, you react with...
a) big appreciated laugh
b) a laugh, but not a loud one
c) a quiet chuckle
d) a sheepish smile
6. When you go to a party or social gathering you...
a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you
b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know
c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed
7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're
interrupted......
a) welcome the break
b) feel extremely irritated
c) vary between these two extremes
8. Which of the following colors do you like most?
a) Red or orange
b) black
c) yellow or light blue
d) green
e) dark blue or purple
f) white
g) brown or gray
9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before
going to sleep you are.
a) stretched out on your back
b) stretched out face down on your stomach
c) on your side, slightly curled
d) with your head on one arm
e) with your head under the covers
10. You often dream that you are..
a) falling
b) fighting or struggling
c) searching for something or somebody
d) flying or floating
e) you usually have dreamless sleep
f) your dreams are always pleasant
POINTS:
1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6
2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1
3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6
4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1
5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2
6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2
7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4
8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1
9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1
10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1
Now add up the total number of points.
OVER 60 POINTS: Others see you as someone they should "handle with
care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and extremely dominant. Others
may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust
you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.
51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile,
rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make
decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold
and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who
take chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your
company because of the excitement you radiate.
41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming,
amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's
constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to
let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and
understanding, someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.
31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &
practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest.
Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's
extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same
loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot
to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long
time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.
21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.
They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady
plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively
or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything
carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this
reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.
UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive,
someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to
make the decisions & who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or
anything! They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that
don't exist. Some people think you're boring. Only those who know you
well know that you aren't.
What did you score? Is it accurate? Do you think mine's accurate? Do you think it's all just hogwash?
New episode of Gilmore Girls tomorrow! All I can say is, it better be good because I'm getting close to mutiny!
EDIT: Sent to me by http://www.xanga.com/fargs. I'm a 38, just like Oprah. That has to be good, right?
Below is Dr Phil's test.
(Dr. Phil scored 55; he did this test on Oprah. She got a 38.)
Some folks pay a lot of money to find this stuff out. Read on, this is
very interesting! Don't be overly sensitive! The following is pretty accurate
and it only takes 2 minutes. Take this test for yourself, change the test score
in the subject box, copy and paste into a new e-mail and send to your friends
including the person who sent it to you. Don't peek! Have pen or pencil and
paper ready. This is a real test given by the Human Relations Dept. at many
of the major corporations today. It helps them get better insight concerning their
employees and prospective employees. It's only 10 simple questions, so....
Grab a pencil and paper, keeping track of your letter answers to each question.
Make sure to change the subject of the e-mail to read YOUR total.
1. When do you feel your best?
a) in the morning
b) during the afternoon and early evening
c) late at night
2. You usually walk...
a) fairly fast, with long steps
b) fairly fast, with little steps
c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face
d) less fast, head down
e) very slowly
3. When talking to people You...
a) stand with your arms folded
b) have your hands clasped
c) have one or both your hands on your hips
d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking
e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair
4. When relaxing, you sit with .
a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side
b) your legs crossed
c) your legs stretched out or straight
d) one leg curled under you
5. When something really amuses you, you react with...
a) big appreciated laugh
b) a laugh, but not a loud one
c) a quiet chuckle
d) a sheepish smile
6. When you go to a party or social gathering you...
a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you
b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know
c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed
7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're
interrupted......
a) welcome the break
b) feel extremely irritated
c) vary between these two extremes
8. Which of the following colors do you like most?
a) Red or orange
b) black
c) yellow or light blue
d) green
e) dark blue or purple
f) white
g) brown or gray
9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before
going to sleep you are.
a) stretched out on your back
b) stretched out face down on your stomach
c) on your side, slightly curled
d) with your head on one arm
e) with your head under the covers
10. You often dream that you are..
a) falling
b) fighting or struggling
c) searching for something or somebody
d) flying or floating
e) you usually have dreamless sleep
f) your dreams are always pleasant
POINTS:
1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6
2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1
3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6
4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1
5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2
6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2
7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4
8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1
9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1
10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1
Now add up the total number of points.
OVER 60 POINTS: Others see you as someone they should "handle with
care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and extremely dominant. Others
may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust
you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.
51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile,
rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make
decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold
and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who
take chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your
company because of the excitement you radiate.
41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming,
amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's
constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to
let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and
understanding, someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.
31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &
practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest.
Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's
extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same
loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot
to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long
time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.
21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.
They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady
plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively
or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything
carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this
reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.
UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive,
someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to
make the decisions & who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or
anything! They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that
don't exist. Some people think you're boring. Only those who know you
well know that you aren't.
What did you score? Is it accurate? Do you think mine's accurate? Do you think it's all just hogwash?
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Randomness
Because I'm procrastinating...
section one: past.
1. Cheated on someone? No
2. Fallen off the bed? Yep, more than once I believe.
3. Broken someone's heart? I think so. It was sad.
4. Had your heart broken? Yes. It was sad.
5. Had a dream come true? I don't think so. Not a physical dream, anyway. But figuratively speaking, yes, I've had dreams come true.
6. Done something you regret? Yes.
section two: currently.
1. Wearing? Nothing. Muahahaha.
2. Like anyone? Sure.
3. Have any piercings? In my ears.
4. How many? One in each ear.
5. Tattoos? No, but I think it would be cool.
6. Feelings? Sleepy, content.
section three: last person you...
1. Hugged? Hmm, I don't remember. I haven't had a hug in a while. Sad.
2. Kissed? Jason
3. IMed? Mike
4. Talked on the phone to? Mike again
5. Yelled at? I haven't yelled at anyone in a long time.
section four: personal.
1. What do you want to be when you finish school? A clown.
2. What turns you on most about opposite sex? Sense of humor, love of Christ, smile, kindness
3. What comes first in your life? I try to put Jesus first, but I end up putting myself first more than I care to admit.
4. What are you most scared of? Jello
5. What do you usually think about before you go to bed? What I just read in My Utmost for His Highest. Or the songs playing on my iPod.
6. Have you ever lost someone you truly loved? Not yet.
7. Love your family? Duh.
section five: favorite.
1. Movie: You've Got Mail, Crash, Shawshank Redemption
2. Song: "She's Got a Way" by Billy Joel
3. Ice Cream Flavor: Peanut Butter and Chocolate
4. Fruit: Oranges, Kiwi, Apples, Mangoes
5. Candy: Peanut Butter Twix
6. Day of the Week: Fridays because I have no classes.
7. Color: Purple and Pink
section six: do you.
1. Like to give hugs? YES, and I don't get many hugs anymore now that I'm in Knoxville. :(
2. Like to walk in the rain? I've only done it once or twice, but it was kind of fun. Dancing in the rain is better.
3. Prefer black or blue pens? Black.
4. Like to travel? Yes!
5. Sleep on your side? Nope, stomach. (I never start out that way, but it's how I always end up.)
6. Have a goldfish? I did for a day. Then I got hungry.
7. Ever have the falling dream? Yes.
8. Have stuffed animals? I love stuffed animals, but I left all of mine at home for some reason.
section seven: this or that.
1. Pierced nose or tongue? Neither. Ew.
2. MTV or BET? Again, neither.
3. 7th Heaven or Dawson's Creek? Gilmore Girls
4. Sugar or salt? Sugar
5. Silver or gold? Silver all the way.
6. Chocolate or flowers? Flowers. Gerber Daisies in particular.
7. Color or black-and-white photos? Color usually.
9. Stay up late or sleep in? Both.
10. Hot or cold? Cold.
11. Ketchup or mustard? Depends on what I'm putting it on.
12. Spring or Fall? Fall!
13. Happy or sad? Happy of course.
14. Wonder or amazement? Yes.
15. Mexican or Italian food? Italian.
16. O.C. or Laguna Beach? Gilmore Girls.
section one: past.
1. Cheated on someone? No
2. Fallen off the bed? Yep, more than once I believe.
3. Broken someone's heart? I think so. It was sad.
4. Had your heart broken? Yes. It was sad.
5. Had a dream come true? I don't think so. Not a physical dream, anyway. But figuratively speaking, yes, I've had dreams come true.
6. Done something you regret? Yes.
section two: currently.
1. Wearing? Nothing. Muahahaha.
2. Like anyone? Sure.
3. Have any piercings? In my ears.
4. How many? One in each ear.
5. Tattoos? No, but I think it would be cool.
6. Feelings? Sleepy, content.
section three: last person you...
1. Hugged? Hmm, I don't remember. I haven't had a hug in a while. Sad.
2. Kissed? Jason
3. IMed? Mike
4. Talked on the phone to? Mike again
5. Yelled at? I haven't yelled at anyone in a long time.
section four: personal.
1. What do you want to be when you finish school? A clown.
2. What turns you on most about opposite sex? Sense of humor, love of Christ, smile, kindness
3. What comes first in your life? I try to put Jesus first, but I end up putting myself first more than I care to admit.
4. What are you most scared of? Jello
5. What do you usually think about before you go to bed? What I just read in My Utmost for His Highest. Or the songs playing on my iPod.
6. Have you ever lost someone you truly loved? Not yet.
7. Love your family? Duh.
section five: favorite.
1. Movie: You've Got Mail, Crash, Shawshank Redemption
2. Song: "She's Got a Way" by Billy Joel
3. Ice Cream Flavor: Peanut Butter and Chocolate
4. Fruit: Oranges, Kiwi, Apples, Mangoes
5. Candy: Peanut Butter Twix
6. Day of the Week: Fridays because I have no classes.
7. Color: Purple and Pink
section six: do you.
1. Like to give hugs? YES, and I don't get many hugs anymore now that I'm in Knoxville. :(
2. Like to walk in the rain? I've only done it once or twice, but it was kind of fun. Dancing in the rain is better.
3. Prefer black or blue pens? Black.
4. Like to travel? Yes!
5. Sleep on your side? Nope, stomach. (I never start out that way, but it's how I always end up.)
6. Have a goldfish? I did for a day. Then I got hungry.
7. Ever have the falling dream? Yes.
8. Have stuffed animals? I love stuffed animals, but I left all of mine at home for some reason.
section seven: this or that.
1. Pierced nose or tongue? Neither. Ew.
2. MTV or BET? Again, neither.
3. 7th Heaven or Dawson's Creek? Gilmore Girls
4. Sugar or salt? Sugar
5. Silver or gold? Silver all the way.
6. Chocolate or flowers? Flowers. Gerber Daisies in particular.
7. Color or black-and-white photos? Color usually.
9. Stay up late or sleep in? Both.
10. Hot or cold? Cold.
11. Ketchup or mustard? Depends on what I'm putting it on.
12. Spring or Fall? Fall!
13. Happy or sad? Happy of course.
14. Wonder or amazement? Yes.
15. Mexican or Italian food? Italian.
16. O.C. or Laguna Beach? Gilmore Girls.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Ah, Saturday
Too bad I have to study for a midterm. Some people from my Renaissance class are coming over later this afternoon to study, so at least I won't just be studying alone. (And honestly, if they weren't coming over I probably wouldn't even study. How sad is that?) This is the only midterm I have this semester, which is weird. I am reminded once again of how grateful I am not to have theory to stress me out. It's so freeing. I can't even believe that I'm already at the "midterm" point of this semester; everything is just flying by. I have SO much work to do before the end of the semester. I really don't do well with deadlines that are months in the future. If things are due in two weeks, then I can be motivated, but if something's due in April, I just can't seem to make myself work on it. I suppose that's typical of most students, I imagine. (Or at least I hope, since that way I won't feel so bad about my slackerly behavior.)
In other, completely absurd news, the Memphis Pyramid is being turned into a Bass Pro Superstore. Um, what?! Of all the options they could choose from, this is the one they chose--turning it into a wilderness supply store? I just don't get it. The world is surely coming to an end.
To close, I shall leave you with a little tidbit from My Utmost for His Highest:
"Natural love expects some return, but Paul says--I do not care whether you love me or not, I am willing to destitute myself completely, not merely for your sakes, but that I may get you to God...Paul delighted in spending himself out for God's interests in other people, and he did not care what it cost. We come in with our economical notions--"Suppose God wants me to go there--what about the salary? What about the climate? Shall I be looked after? A man must consider these things." All that is an indication that we are serving God with a reserve. Paul focues on Jesus Christ's idea of a New Testament saint in his life: not one who proclaims the Gospel merely, but one who becomes broken bread and poured out wine in the hands of Jesus Christ for other lives." (emphasis mine)
Lord, may I be broken and spilled out for You.
In other, completely absurd news, the Memphis Pyramid is being turned into a Bass Pro Superstore. Um, what?! Of all the options they could choose from, this is the one they chose--turning it into a wilderness supply store? I just don't get it. The world is surely coming to an end.
To close, I shall leave you with a little tidbit from My Utmost for His Highest:
"Natural love expects some return, but Paul says--I do not care whether you love me or not, I am willing to destitute myself completely, not merely for your sakes, but that I may get you to God...Paul delighted in spending himself out for God's interests in other people, and he did not care what it cost. We come in with our economical notions--"Suppose God wants me to go there--what about the salary? What about the climate? Shall I be looked after? A man must consider these things." All that is an indication that we are serving God with a reserve. Paul focues on Jesus Christ's idea of a New Testament saint in his life: not one who proclaims the Gospel merely, but one who becomes broken bread and poured out wine in the hands of Jesus Christ for other lives." (emphasis mine)
Lord, may I be broken and spilled out for You.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Nerves of Jelly
I'm teaching for the first time at 2:30. I think I might throw up. What stinks is that the lesson is bound to be boring because we're going to talk about the steps of writing a research paper. Unless I can come up with some sort of catchy rap before then, they're all going to go to sleep. Oh well. At least they'll get a good nap out of the deal.
I would also like to add that computers and I have a love-hate relationship. Meaning I love to hate them. I was really wanting to give you guys the link to the website I'm building, but we're having all sorts of issues with the server and uploading, so I can't. It looks mighty spiffy, though.
If you haven't given me your feedback on the cross-country trip vs. summer school and job issue, please do, even though it's pretty much unanimously in favor of the trip. So far, my parents are the only ones who aren't crazy about the idea.
EDIT: Teaching went pretty well. The first class was a little chaotic, but the second one was good. Two of the students even told me I did a good job. (And then they made me pay them the $5 I promised if they said that.) I'm doing a little teaching on Monday as well, but I'm feeling much more confident now. Yay!
I would also like to add that computers and I have a love-hate relationship. Meaning I love to hate them. I was really wanting to give you guys the link to the website I'm building, but we're having all sorts of issues with the server and uploading, so I can't. It looks mighty spiffy, though.
If you haven't given me your feedback on the cross-country trip vs. summer school and job issue, please do, even though it's pretty much unanimously in favor of the trip. So far, my parents are the only ones who aren't crazy about the idea.
EDIT: Teaching went pretty well. The first class was a little chaotic, but the second one was good. Two of the students even told me I did a good job. (And then they made me pay them the $5 I promised if they said that.) I'm doing a little teaching on Monday as well, but I'm feeling much more confident now. Yay!
Thursday, February 23, 2006
They Gave It Away!
Aaaahh, I'm watching the women's free skate finals, and when I just logged onto Yahoo to check my mail, they already have the results posted! (I'll be nice and not tell you what they are in case you too don't want to be spoiled.) What if people don't want to know the results until they've seen them? I feel so...violated. (Okay, not really, but whatever, it's annoying!)
Question: If you had to choose between taking a trip across country from Seattle to Memphis or taking a summer class and getting a job, which would you choose? I'm really torn. I know the "adult" thing would be to do the class and get a job, but how often will I have the chance to drive across the U.S.? Help me decide!
Question: If you had to choose between taking a trip across country from Seattle to Memphis or taking a summer class and getting a job, which would you choose? I'm really torn. I know the "adult" thing would be to do the class and get a job, but how often will I have the chance to drive across the U.S.? Help me decide!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Default Rejection
I was just on facebook because I'm spending yet another looong day in the Writing Center with no writers to help, and there was an ad for a Knoxville rejection phone number. Apparently, if someone asks you for your number and you don't want him/her to have it, you give them this number instead. It basically does the rejection for you. It's funny in a way, but I know that if I ever got that number, I would be completely depressed. Are we such cowards as a society that we can't even tell someone we're not interested in him/her?
No Gilmore Girls tonight. Booo. They're showing Final Destination 2 instead. Could there be a dumber movie for them to show? I don't know of anyone who's just dying (haha, get it?) to see that movie instead of a fabulous show like GG. But I'm pumped because I'm going to watch some of the British version of The Office with my friend Diana instead. Good times. If you haven't seen the British version, you're really missing out. It's stinkin' hilarious.
P.S. The book I'm reading is hilarious. I'll be sure to post some great excerpts from it later.
No Gilmore Girls tonight. Booo. They're showing Final Destination 2 instead. Could there be a dumber movie for them to show? I don't know of anyone who's just dying (haha, get it?) to see that movie instead of a fabulous show like GG. But I'm pumped because I'm going to watch some of the British version of The Office with my friend Diana instead. Good times. If you haven't seen the British version, you're really missing out. It's stinkin' hilarious.
P.S. The book I'm reading is hilarious. I'll be sure to post some great excerpts from it later.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Let's make this a WiFi world!
EDIT: Dialogue between me and Liz, my roomie--
Me: I'm doing something I haven't done since high school.
Liz: What?
Me: I'm reading SparkNotes instead of the book.
Liz: Wow, you've reached a new low. I'm so proud of you!
This post brought to you by my local friendly Panera Bread Company. I think everywhere should have free wireless; I go to Panera a lot more than I would if they didn't have free wireless. It's a great marketing technique, I think. Earlier there was this cute boy in his early teens talking to someone older, probably a mentor or something, about his girl troubles. Apparently one of his friends who's a girl is upset because she's not one of his "top 8" on MySpace but this other girl, whom the first girl doesn't particularly like, is. The guy wants to "go with" the first girl but doesn't want to hurt the second girl's feelings by taking her off his top 8. (If you don't know what I'm talking about by either "top 8" or MySpace, you're so out of the cool loop that I don't think I can help you.) Drama, drama, drama! Life's too short to get bent out of shape by your position on someone's MySpace list.
Anywho, I have nothing profound to say today, so I'll just post this survey I filled out earlier this evening while killing time in the Writing Center. I signed up for Monday nights because we weren't busy during that time last semester, but this semester we're even less busy, and 2 and a half hours passes by really slowly when there are no inept writers to help. So read, enjoy, and leave me some love!
50 Questions...
1. Do you still talk to the person you had your first kiss with?
Not really.
2. What would you do with 1,000 plastic spoons?
Play a gigantic game of Spoons with 999 people.
3. What did you do when you weren't in school in the 2nd grade?
Play with Legos or pester my brother.
4. What's the best thing about your job?
I get paid to do homework.
5. Do you like more than one person right now? Nope.
6. Are you against same sex marriage?
Yes
7. Did you vote for Bush? Yes, but I wouldn't again. (And I realize he can't run for office again, so don't send me messages telling me I'm stupid.)
8. Where are you going on your next vacation?
Good question. Possibly Asheville for Spring Break.
9. Have you made out with anyone on your top 8? No (this obviously doesn't apply to Xanga, sorry.)
10. Are most of your friends guys or girls? Girls
11. Do you own any furniture from Ikea? Nope
12. Last book you read?
Troilus and Criseyde. The last book I read for pleasure was so long ago that I can't remember what it was, but I read several over Christmas break.
13. If you could have one super power what would it be? To fly
14. Where have you lived most of your life? Memphis
15. What was the last convo you had about? Crash, relationships, the history of the English language (it was a random conversation)
16. Where do you see yourself in four years? Still in grad school, working towards my doctorate. Wow, that's scary.
17. What's your favorite smell? The men's cologne department.
18. What is your favorite sound? Rain.
19. Are you moody? I hate to say it, but I probably am.
20. Favorite Movie of all time? Of all time? That's hard. But I love Crash. And You've Got Mail. And Sense and Sensibility,Pride and Prejudice (the A & E version), and About a Boy.
21. Have you ever done indictive to your classmate? What?
22. Have you ever gone to therapy? Yes
23. Have you ever Played Spin the bottle? I wish, haha. Anyone wanna come over and play?
24. Have you ever toilet papered someone's house? Yes.
25. Have you ever liked someone but never told them? Uh, that's the story of my life.
26. Have you ever gone camping? Four times-each time was with a group of children ranging in ages from 6-13. I don't recommend that.
27. Have you ever had a crush on your sister/brothers friend? No way.
28. Have you ever gone to a nude beach? No way.
29. Have you ever gone streaking? Again, no way.
30. Have you ever had a stalker? Sort of.
31. Have you ever gone skinny dipping before? Nope.
32. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yes, and I've cried so much that I've started laughing.
33. Have you ever gone to a party where you were the only sober person? No.
34. Have you ever been in love? I think so.
35. Have you ever felt betrayed by your best friend? Yes.
36. Have you ever lied to your parent[s]? Yes.
37. Have you ever been out of the US? Yes-Honduras, Kenya, and Thailand, as well as several islands in the Caribbean.
38. Have you ever thrown up from working out? No.
39. Have you ever gotten a haircut so bad that you wore a hat for a month? No, but I have had some rotten haircuts.
40. Have you ever eaten 3 meals from 3 different fast food places in one day? I don't think so. Maybe on vacation.
42. Have you ever spied on someone? Uhhh...
43. Have you ever slept with one of your coworkers? No.
44. Have you ever seen your best friend naked? No.
45. Who was the last person who called you? Sarah.
47. Have you ever been arrested? No.
48. When was the last time you cried? Last Sunday after my car ended up in a ditch. So it's been over a week since my last cry. That's pretty good!
49. Have you ever stolen anything? I'm sure I probably have, but nothing sticks out in particular.
50. Have you ever drunk egg nog? Yes, and it's gross.
Me: I'm doing something I haven't done since high school.
Liz: What?
Me: I'm reading SparkNotes instead of the book.
Liz: Wow, you've reached a new low. I'm so proud of you!
This post brought to you by my local friendly Panera Bread Company. I think everywhere should have free wireless; I go to Panera a lot more than I would if they didn't have free wireless. It's a great marketing technique, I think. Earlier there was this cute boy in his early teens talking to someone older, probably a mentor or something, about his girl troubles. Apparently one of his friends who's a girl is upset because she's not one of his "top 8" on MySpace but this other girl, whom the first girl doesn't particularly like, is. The guy wants to "go with" the first girl but doesn't want to hurt the second girl's feelings by taking her off his top 8. (If you don't know what I'm talking about by either "top 8" or MySpace, you're so out of the cool loop that I don't think I can help you.) Drama, drama, drama! Life's too short to get bent out of shape by your position on someone's MySpace list.
Anywho, I have nothing profound to say today, so I'll just post this survey I filled out earlier this evening while killing time in the Writing Center. I signed up for Monday nights because we weren't busy during that time last semester, but this semester we're even less busy, and 2 and a half hours passes by really slowly when there are no inept writers to help. So read, enjoy, and leave me some love!
50 Questions...
1. Do you still talk to the person you had your first kiss with?
Not really.
2. What would you do with 1,000 plastic spoons?
Play a gigantic game of Spoons with 999 people.
3. What did you do when you weren't in school in the 2nd grade?
Play with Legos or pester my brother.
4. What's the best thing about your job?
I get paid to do homework.
5. Do you like more than one person right now? Nope.
6. Are you against same sex marriage?
Yes
7. Did you vote for Bush? Yes, but I wouldn't again. (And I realize he can't run for office again, so don't send me messages telling me I'm stupid.)
8. Where are you going on your next vacation?
Good question. Possibly Asheville for Spring Break.
9. Have you made out with anyone on your top 8? No (this obviously doesn't apply to Xanga, sorry.)
10. Are most of your friends guys or girls? Girls
11. Do you own any furniture from Ikea? Nope
12. Last book you read?
Troilus and Criseyde. The last book I read for pleasure was so long ago that I can't remember what it was, but I read several over Christmas break.
13. If you could have one super power what would it be? To fly
14. Where have you lived most of your life? Memphis
15. What was the last convo you had about? Crash, relationships, the history of the English language (it was a random conversation)
16. Where do you see yourself in four years? Still in grad school, working towards my doctorate. Wow, that's scary.
17. What's your favorite smell? The men's cologne department.
18. What is your favorite sound? Rain.
19. Are you moody? I hate to say it, but I probably am.
20. Favorite Movie of all time? Of all time? That's hard. But I love Crash. And You've Got Mail. And Sense and Sensibility,Pride and Prejudice (the A & E version), and About a Boy.
21. Have you ever done indictive to your classmate? What?
22. Have you ever gone to therapy? Yes
23. Have you ever Played Spin the bottle? I wish, haha. Anyone wanna come over and play?
24. Have you ever toilet papered someone's house? Yes.
25. Have you ever liked someone but never told them? Uh, that's the story of my life.
26. Have you ever gone camping? Four times-each time was with a group of children ranging in ages from 6-13. I don't recommend that.
27. Have you ever had a crush on your sister/brothers friend? No way.
28. Have you ever gone to a nude beach? No way.
29. Have you ever gone streaking? Again, no way.
30. Have you ever had a stalker? Sort of.
31. Have you ever gone skinny dipping before? Nope.
32. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yes, and I've cried so much that I've started laughing.
33. Have you ever gone to a party where you were the only sober person? No.
34. Have you ever been in love? I think so.
35. Have you ever felt betrayed by your best friend? Yes.
36. Have you ever lied to your parent[s]? Yes.
37. Have you ever been out of the US? Yes-Honduras, Kenya, and Thailand, as well as several islands in the Caribbean.
38. Have you ever thrown up from working out? No.
39. Have you ever gotten a haircut so bad that you wore a hat for a month? No, but I have had some rotten haircuts.
40. Have you ever eaten 3 meals from 3 different fast food places in one day? I don't think so. Maybe on vacation.
42. Have you ever spied on someone? Uhhh...
43. Have you ever slept with one of your coworkers? No.
44. Have you ever seen your best friend naked? No.
45. Who was the last person who called you? Sarah.
47. Have you ever been arrested? No.
48. When was the last time you cried? Last Sunday after my car ended up in a ditch. So it's been over a week since my last cry. That's pretty good!
49. Have you ever stolen anything? I'm sure I probably have, but nothing sticks out in particular.
50. Have you ever drunk egg nog? Yes, and it's gross.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Freely give, freely receive
Despite the fact that my entries about Gilmore Girls get more eprops than my entries about spiritual matters, I'm going to try not to read too much into that.
Kristin has some excellent thoughts about trusting God with our life and finances, and when I read her entry I was amazed because God convicted me of a lot of the same things this morning when I was in church. The message was out of 1 Timothy 6:17-19, which says, "Instruct those who are rich in this present world not to be conceited or to fix their hope on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly supplies us with all things to enjoy. Instruct them to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, storing up for themselves the treasure of a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is life indeed" (emphasis mine).
He richly supplies, and yet I greedily hoard. I haven't tithed at all since I moved to Knoxville. I have used a myriad of excuses, too: I'm technically below the poverty line as far as income goes; I'm not a member of a church here so I don't have a church to give to; I'll make up for it when I have more money, etc. etc. But what I forget is that all of it comes from God and belongs to Him anyway, so who am I to keep it from Him? I worry and worry about money and whether or not I'll be able to make it from month to month, but have I ended up on the streets? No. He always provides, and I am blessed to have parents who are more than generous with what God has given them. They are the perfect example of believers who trust God with their finances, give generously, and always have more than enough. I don't know of anyone who says, "I tithe, but I just never have enough money." It doesn't happen. But what does happen is, "I have no money, so I'm not going to give any to God because if He really wanted me to give, He'd give me more." Um, what? Perhaps God hasn't provided me with more because I haven't even been a good steward of what little I do have. I spend more money on books, movies, and CDs than I do on tithing or charitable giving, and it's ludicrous. I'm not going to be able to take any of that junk with me, but money that I give to the church or to a charity can be used to advance the Gospel, and that's an investment we all should be making.
"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." ~Matthew 6:19-21
Kristin has some excellent thoughts about trusting God with our life and finances, and when I read her entry I was amazed because God convicted me of a lot of the same things this morning when I was in church. The message was out of 1 Timothy 6:17-19, which says, "Instruct those who are rich in this present world not to be conceited or to fix their hope on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly supplies us with all things to enjoy. Instruct them to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, storing up for themselves the treasure of a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is life indeed" (emphasis mine).
He richly supplies, and yet I greedily hoard. I haven't tithed at all since I moved to Knoxville. I have used a myriad of excuses, too: I'm technically below the poverty line as far as income goes; I'm not a member of a church here so I don't have a church to give to; I'll make up for it when I have more money, etc. etc. But what I forget is that all of it comes from God and belongs to Him anyway, so who am I to keep it from Him? I worry and worry about money and whether or not I'll be able to make it from month to month, but have I ended up on the streets? No. He always provides, and I am blessed to have parents who are more than generous with what God has given them. They are the perfect example of believers who trust God with their finances, give generously, and always have more than enough. I don't know of anyone who says, "I tithe, but I just never have enough money." It doesn't happen. But what does happen is, "I have no money, so I'm not going to give any to God because if He really wanted me to give, He'd give me more." Um, what? Perhaps God hasn't provided me with more because I haven't even been a good steward of what little I do have. I spend more money on books, movies, and CDs than I do on tithing or charitable giving, and it's ludicrous. I'm not going to be able to take any of that junk with me, but money that I give to the church or to a charity can be used to advance the Gospel, and that's an investment we all should be making.
"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." ~Matthew 6:19-21
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Single-minded
"Whom have in heaven but You? And besides You, I desire nothing on earth. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." ~Psalm 73:25-26
On Thursday night I went to a Bible study on campus given by a group sponsored by the church I've been visiting. (Man, try to unpack all of those prepositional phrases!) It was really great: people were friendly, the music was good, and the message was even better. The speaker is doing a series on relationships, which seems to be a favorite topic directed at singles. Can't imagine why. Anyway, Thursday night's message was about marriage, and even though a lot of what was said wasn't really new to me, it was a very timely reminder. One of the points that really struck me most was something he said towards the end of the message. He was talking about how we often think that once we're married, we'll be complete or perfectly happy and everything will be wonderful, but that's not true. He said that if you're unsatisfied with life before you're married, you'll be unsatisfied with life after you're married. And then he said, "Marriage has a purpose beyond pleasing you and supplying you with a relationship." He quoted author David Powlison as saying, "Don't expect marriage to do what only Jesus can do." Ouch. He left us with a thought: how many people put their hope and joy in marriage and not in God? How many, indeed? No wonder the divorce rate is so high.
So many people put pressure on other people to satisfy them in ways only God can, and I know that I have a tendency to do that as well. No matter how many times I tell myself that I don't need other people, specifically a husband, to make me happy, my actions often don't match up with what my head knows to be true. But last night when I was praying, this verse kept going through my mind. Do I desire God above all else, besides all else? And if I don't, what am I substituting that desire for? Certainly I have experienced firsthand the Lord's care for me when I have felt as though I couldn't even go on another day, and His grace has been more than evident in my life. So why do I insist on playing the harlot and giving my affections to everything and everyone but Him? And how do I stop doing that? I suppose the first step is just allowing the words of this Psalm to truly soak in, and to begin the process of taking captive every thought and making it obedient to Christ. No small task, but the payoff is invaluable.
On Thursday night I went to a Bible study on campus given by a group sponsored by the church I've been visiting. (Man, try to unpack all of those prepositional phrases!) It was really great: people were friendly, the music was good, and the message was even better. The speaker is doing a series on relationships, which seems to be a favorite topic directed at singles. Can't imagine why. Anyway, Thursday night's message was about marriage, and even though a lot of what was said wasn't really new to me, it was a very timely reminder. One of the points that really struck me most was something he said towards the end of the message. He was talking about how we often think that once we're married, we'll be complete or perfectly happy and everything will be wonderful, but that's not true. He said that if you're unsatisfied with life before you're married, you'll be unsatisfied with life after you're married. And then he said, "Marriage has a purpose beyond pleasing you and supplying you with a relationship." He quoted author David Powlison as saying, "Don't expect marriage to do what only Jesus can do." Ouch. He left us with a thought: how many people put their hope and joy in marriage and not in God? How many, indeed? No wonder the divorce rate is so high.
So many people put pressure on other people to satisfy them in ways only God can, and I know that I have a tendency to do that as well. No matter how many times I tell myself that I don't need other people, specifically a husband, to make me happy, my actions often don't match up with what my head knows to be true. But last night when I was praying, this verse kept going through my mind. Do I desire God above all else, besides all else? And if I don't, what am I substituting that desire for? Certainly I have experienced firsthand the Lord's care for me when I have felt as though I couldn't even go on another day, and His grace has been more than evident in my life. So why do I insist on playing the harlot and giving my affections to everything and everyone but Him? And how do I stop doing that? I suppose the first step is just allowing the words of this Psalm to truly soak in, and to begin the process of taking captive every thought and making it obedient to Christ. No small task, but the payoff is invaluable.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Thoughts on Gilmore Girls
Luke is being a big fat buffoon. His behavior at the Vineyard was completely uncalled for. I realize he's often portrayed as surly, and it can be part of his charm, but he didn't have to complain about everything. And then the way he lied to Lorelai about how Logan was acting really made me lose respect for him. Since when does Luke slander others? Not to mention that after Logan saved his butt by giving him a present to give Lorelai, he was all about making nice. And let Lorelai hang out with you and April. Do you want her to be a part of your little ready-made family or not? Grow up, flannel boy! (I hate that the writers are making me hate Luke! I used to love him. I wanted to have his babies, for crying out loud! Well, not really, but you know what I mean.)
I really felt bad for Logan when his dad came bursting in and started laying into him about shirking his family responsibilities. It's clear Logan wants to make his own path, but his dad will have none of it, and I know that Lorelai definitely can relate to that. I wish they could have had more of a discussion when they were waiting for Rory to come down, but I think that perhaps we'll see more Logan/Lorelai bonding in future episodes.
As predicted, Lorelai's not telling Emily the wedding is not happening on June 3rd completely backfired. Leave it to Emily to put an announcement in the paper about the wedding. And leave it to Emily to call Luke a "restaurateur." Just another subtle way she's showing her disapproval of Luke and his lifestyle. And heaven forbid there actually be peace between the elder and younger Gilmores for more than two episodes! Of course this is going to cause Lorelai to fight with her mom, and Luke is sure to find out, so they'll probably fight as well, not that things with them are peachy keen anyway.
No new episode next week. Grr. Is it too much to ask to have more than two episodes shown consecutively? Is this or is this not February sweeps?? And do I or do I not need to get a life? (Don't answer that.)
More thoughts may come later, but right now I have to run. Peace out, my homies! (Haha, it's been a while since I pulled out the ghetto lingo, eh, Daniel?)
I really felt bad for Logan when his dad came bursting in and started laying into him about shirking his family responsibilities. It's clear Logan wants to make his own path, but his dad will have none of it, and I know that Lorelai definitely can relate to that. I wish they could have had more of a discussion when they were waiting for Rory to come down, but I think that perhaps we'll see more Logan/Lorelai bonding in future episodes.
As predicted, Lorelai's not telling Emily the wedding is not happening on June 3rd completely backfired. Leave it to Emily to put an announcement in the paper about the wedding. And leave it to Emily to call Luke a "restaurateur." Just another subtle way she's showing her disapproval of Luke and his lifestyle. And heaven forbid there actually be peace between the elder and younger Gilmores for more than two episodes! Of course this is going to cause Lorelai to fight with her mom, and Luke is sure to find out, so they'll probably fight as well, not that things with them are peachy keen anyway.
No new episode next week. Grr. Is it too much to ask to have more than two episodes shown consecutively? Is this or is this not February sweeps?? And do I or do I not need to get a life? (Don't answer that.)
More thoughts may come later, but right now I have to run. Peace out, my homies! (Haha, it's been a while since I pulled out the ghetto lingo, eh, Daniel?)
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
I wish I could come up with better titles
I know everyone else has been posting pictures of the snow, so I would be remiss if I didn't follow the crowd. :winky: I'll sprinkle in some other pics from my weekend at home as well, so it won't just be all snow, all the time. Besides, my love of snow has lessened just slightly after Sunday's unfortunate incident. I think it's just a temporary breakup, though, and we'll reconcile soon.
This was around 1:45 on Friday, not long after the snow started.
This was about two hours later. That's my snow-covered car in the driveway. Isn't it pretty?! (The snow, not my car. Although my car is pretty hot.)
Here's my brother's dog, Bear, in the snow. This was taken the same time as the first picture. Bear has gotten so big since I last saw him, but he's still full of puppy fun.
Aww. Bear totally loves me. (And let it be known that I don't wear this shirt in public.)
At the Valentine's Banquet: Nikki (Brandon's fiancee), Brandon, my mom, me, and my dad. Aren't we cute? Notice how my brother's and mom's heads are cut off. This sweet little old man took the picture for us, and I didn't have the heart to ask him to take another one. Oh well, it's funny I suppose. (I'm not sure where the strange white dot came from.)
I think that's enough for now. Thanks to those of you who left me a little Valentine's love. It is much appreciated. And I will give some love to whoever can find me a site with Fiona Apple mp3's that I can put on my xanga. I absolutely am in love with her (platonically, of course), and I want to put her on my site!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Share the Love!
Happy Valentine's Day!
I hope all of you enjoy today. Even if you don't have a "special someone," at least you can call your mom. Tell her you love her. I'm serious, get moving!
EDIT: I found out in my Chaucer class today that Chaucer was the first English poet to reference Valentine's Day in literature, in his Parliament of Fowls. Another reason to love him.
I was curious to see if I'd written about Valentine's Day last year, and of course I did because I write about everything, whether it's exciting or not. So here's what I wrote last Valentine's Day on my old blog:
I Will Not Be Bitter!
Well, in honor of Valentine's Day (or Single Awareness Day, as I am more fond of calling it) I was going to launch into a bitter diatribe about my single status. But then I realized that the bitterness just wasn't in me. Could it be the glorious sunshine coming through the office windows, revealing the layer of dust coating just about everything? Could it be the teddy bear and chocolates certain members of my Sunday School class gave me yesterday? Or could it be that I don't really mind being single? Perhaps it's a mixture of all 3. And really, if I'm being honest (and why not since no one reads this anyway), if I did actually have a boyfriend, I would love Valentine's Day and proclaim its greatness in much the same way that I have been proclaiming its cruelty. So I guess I'm just a big hypocrite, huh? But I think just about any girl who's single would admit to the same thing, so I know I'm not alone.
So if there are any single girls out there reading this: take heart--you're not alone, and men are overrated. Hee hee. Now go out and buy yourself something pretty! That's what I'm gonna do... :)
Hmm, I don't remember what I bought myself. It was probably clothing or music. And this post reminds me once again of how grateful I am not to be working in that dusty, testosterone-filled office! Praise the Lord for graduate school!
Here's a heartwarming story for you. There is hope for humanity yet: U.S. Olympian donates prize money to Darfur.
I hope all of you enjoy today. Even if you don't have a "special someone," at least you can call your mom. Tell her you love her. I'm serious, get moving!
EDIT: I found out in my Chaucer class today that Chaucer was the first English poet to reference Valentine's Day in literature, in his Parliament of Fowls. Another reason to love him.
I was curious to see if I'd written about Valentine's Day last year, and of course I did because I write about everything, whether it's exciting or not. So here's what I wrote last Valentine's Day on my old blog:
I Will Not Be Bitter!
Well, in honor of Valentine's Day (or Single Awareness Day, as I am more fond of calling it) I was going to launch into a bitter diatribe about my single status. But then I realized that the bitterness just wasn't in me. Could it be the glorious sunshine coming through the office windows, revealing the layer of dust coating just about everything? Could it be the teddy bear and chocolates certain members of my Sunday School class gave me yesterday? Or could it be that I don't really mind being single? Perhaps it's a mixture of all 3. And really, if I'm being honest (and why not since no one reads this anyway), if I did actually have a boyfriend, I would love Valentine's Day and proclaim its greatness in much the same way that I have been proclaiming its cruelty. So I guess I'm just a big hypocrite, huh? But I think just about any girl who's single would admit to the same thing, so I know I'm not alone.
So if there are any single girls out there reading this: take heart--you're not alone, and men are overrated. Hee hee. Now go out and buy yourself something pretty! That's what I'm gonna do... :)
Hmm, I don't remember what I bought myself. It was probably clothing or music. And this post reminds me once again of how grateful I am not to be working in that dusty, testosterone-filled office! Praise the Lord for graduate school!
Here's a heartwarming story for you. There is hope for humanity yet: U.S. Olympian donates prize money to Darfur.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Me + icy roads= my car in a ditch. Story to follow shortly. All I have to say is, it's by the grace of God that I'm alive today. Which I guess goes for every day, but I'm especially feeling it today.
EDIT: Okay, here's the story, in as few words as possible (which means this will be a novel). I left Memphis yesterday around 3-ish, and it was flurrying a little, but the roads were clear. No biggie. I briefly thought that maybe I should have checked the weather conditions for my route, but it was too late, so I just kept going. It started snowing not long after I got out of the Nashville area, and then I started to see ice on the interstate. Since I live in Memphis and icy roads occur as often as leap years, I have very little experience with driving in icy conditions. When I saw a lot of cars at a standstill up ahead of me, I slowed down and then put on my brakes. Bad idea. I spun out, slid off the interstate, and ended up in the median ditch, facing the opposite direction of traffic. After applying the gas a few times and hearing nothing but my tires grinding, I gave up on that idea and started to panic. Here it was 9:30, cold, snowing, and I was stuck in a ditch.
However, God was taking care of me. It just so happened that the reason all of the cars in front of me were stopped was because there was an accident involving 10 or so cars, which is the reason there just so happened to be a police car on the shoulder not 1/4 of a mile in front of me. He saw what happened to me, backed up, and came over to see if I was okay. I told him I was fine but stuck. He radioed for a tow truck that was up the road and made sure I was okay, and I couldn't have asked for a nicer police officer. It took almost an hour for the tow truck to make it to me (the traffic was seriously backed up by that time, partly because of the aforementioned wreck and partly because the police car was blocking the lane closest to my car), but I called a friend to entertain me. By the time the wrecker came and got my car out, I was completely exhausted and every bone in my body was tensed up, so they let me follow them to a hotel in Cookeville. They took me to a very nice Days Inn, where they went inside, made sure there was a room available, and then wished me a safe trip home. Praise the Lord for good Southern men!
After I got settled in, I made several phone calls and tried to calm down. I think I thanked the Lord for saving me about 100 times. I know it wasn't actually a big deal, but I was never so terrified as I was when my car was spinning out of control. Fortunately, the weather was clear the next morning and most of the snow and ice had melted off the roads, so I made it back to Knoxville with no problems. My car was a little less lucky, as the incident resulted in my having to replace my two rear tires, get them all aligned, and have my transmission flushed (the transmission needed flushing before the accident, so I just had it done while I was there).
Despite all of this, let me count the ways God has blessed me in this situation:
1. I was unhurt, and no one else was affected.
2. My car was not destroyed.
3. The police officer was there on the scene to help me.
4. My car didn't end up stuck on the road, facing oncoming traffic.
5. I was within 5 miles of a city and a hotel.
6. There was a room available for me, and it had TWO beds and a flat-screen TV. Ha.
7. I had a full tank of gas.
8. I was able to talk to people on the phone the whole time I was waiting and panicking because I had a car charger.
9. I had friends who called and checked up on me and helped me.
10.A Valentine's card was waiting for me when I got home.
11.The wrecker company took a check. (I've heard stories of them only accepting cash, which I never carry.)
12.My parents were wonderful, as usual.
13.I was able to get my car repaired and returned to me all in one day.
14.I didn't miss my hours in the writing center.
How good He is!
EDIT: Okay, here's the story, in as few words as possible (which means this will be a novel). I left Memphis yesterday around 3-ish, and it was flurrying a little, but the roads were clear. No biggie. I briefly thought that maybe I should have checked the weather conditions for my route, but it was too late, so I just kept going. It started snowing not long after I got out of the Nashville area, and then I started to see ice on the interstate. Since I live in Memphis and icy roads occur as often as leap years, I have very little experience with driving in icy conditions. When I saw a lot of cars at a standstill up ahead of me, I slowed down and then put on my brakes. Bad idea. I spun out, slid off the interstate, and ended up in the median ditch, facing the opposite direction of traffic. After applying the gas a few times and hearing nothing but my tires grinding, I gave up on that idea and started to panic. Here it was 9:30, cold, snowing, and I was stuck in a ditch.
However, God was taking care of me. It just so happened that the reason all of the cars in front of me were stopped was because there was an accident involving 10 or so cars, which is the reason there just so happened to be a police car on the shoulder not 1/4 of a mile in front of me. He saw what happened to me, backed up, and came over to see if I was okay. I told him I was fine but stuck. He radioed for a tow truck that was up the road and made sure I was okay, and I couldn't have asked for a nicer police officer. It took almost an hour for the tow truck to make it to me (the traffic was seriously backed up by that time, partly because of the aforementioned wreck and partly because the police car was blocking the lane closest to my car), but I called a friend to entertain me. By the time the wrecker came and got my car out, I was completely exhausted and every bone in my body was tensed up, so they let me follow them to a hotel in Cookeville. They took me to a very nice Days Inn, where they went inside, made sure there was a room available, and then wished me a safe trip home. Praise the Lord for good Southern men!
After I got settled in, I made several phone calls and tried to calm down. I think I thanked the Lord for saving me about 100 times. I know it wasn't actually a big deal, but I was never so terrified as I was when my car was spinning out of control. Fortunately, the weather was clear the next morning and most of the snow and ice had melted off the roads, so I made it back to Knoxville with no problems. My car was a little less lucky, as the incident resulted in my having to replace my two rear tires, get them all aligned, and have my transmission flushed (the transmission needed flushing before the accident, so I just had it done while I was there).
Despite all of this, let me count the ways God has blessed me in this situation:
1. I was unhurt, and no one else was affected.
2. My car was not destroyed.
3. The police officer was there on the scene to help me.
4. My car didn't end up stuck on the road, facing oncoming traffic.
5. I was within 5 miles of a city and a hotel.
6. There was a room available for me, and it had TWO beds and a flat-screen TV. Ha.
7. I had a full tank of gas.
8. I was able to talk to people on the phone the whole time I was waiting and panicking because I had a car charger.
9. I had friends who called and checked up on me and helped me.
10.A Valentine's card was waiting for me when I got home.
11.The wrecker company took a check. (I've heard stories of them only accepting cash, which I never carry.)
12.My parents were wonderful, as usual.
13.I was able to get my car repaired and returned to me all in one day.
14.I didn't miss my hours in the writing center.
How good He is!
Saturday, February 11, 2006
La la la la la la la life is wonderful
This is the perfect snow. It's beautiful and everything is white and magical and shimmery, but the roads are clear. I love it! I wish it would snow more often. I can't remember the last time Memphis got this much snow, and I'm so glad I happened to be home this weekend. I would have been so crushed if I'd heard about it and hadn't been here.
Tonight I'm going to church with my parents, my brother, and his fiancee for our church's Valentine's dinner theatre. The youth group puts it on as a fundraiser for their summer trips, and last year it was a riot, so it should be fun times. We were supposed to go last night but it was canceled due to the weather, and I'm glad it's going to work out for us to go tonight.
My being sick has sort of put a wrench in some of my plans. I can't go visit my grandmother in the hospital or see my friend's baby because I'm a walking germ factory, which stinks. But it's been wonderful to be with my parents and play with the dogs. Bear, my brother's lab, has tripled in size since I last saw him, and he's so fun and playful. I think he likes me better than my brother because he follows me around everywhere I go and will come to me when he won't come to Brandon. It must be my feminine charms, haha. Being around the dogs makes me want a dog, but I know that it would be a pain, unless the dog I got was housetrained, completely obedient, and didn't require constant attention. So basically, I need a cat.
Anywho, I have nothing intelligent to say; I just love writing in my blog. Hope everyone's enjoying their weekends!
Tonight I'm going to church with my parents, my brother, and his fiancee for our church's Valentine's dinner theatre. The youth group puts it on as a fundraiser for their summer trips, and last year it was a riot, so it should be fun times. We were supposed to go last night but it was canceled due to the weather, and I'm glad it's going to work out for us to go tonight.
My being sick has sort of put a wrench in some of my plans. I can't go visit my grandmother in the hospital or see my friend's baby because I'm a walking germ factory, which stinks. But it's been wonderful to be with my parents and play with the dogs. Bear, my brother's lab, has tripled in size since I last saw him, and he's so fun and playful. I think he likes me better than my brother because he follows me around everywhere I go and will come to me when he won't come to Brandon. It must be my feminine charms, haha. Being around the dogs makes me want a dog, but I know that it would be a pain, unless the dog I got was housetrained, completely obedient, and didn't require constant attention. So basically, I need a cat.
Anywho, I have nothing intelligent to say; I just love writing in my blog. Hope everyone's enjoying their weekends!
Friday, February 10, 2006
On Love and Gilmores
IT'S SNOWING! In Memphis! And I'm talking serious snowage, not just a few wimpy flurries. I think there's probably 2 inches on the ground already. I must have brought snow with me from Knoxville!
Now, on to GG. This week, the Yale Daily News staff finally mutinied and dumped Paris overboard. Rory breaks the news to her as gently as possible, and then Paris goes out and gives this dramatic resignation speech. Classic Paris. So naturally, as I predicted, Rory becomes the new editor and all is hunky dory, until Rory arrives at her apartment to find all of her belongings in the hallway. An angry, betrayed Paris tells Rory she is no longer welcome at Hotel Gellar (my phrasing, not hers) and that she can't believe Rory would stab her in the back like she did (or didn't, Little Miss Paranoid). Paris needs to take a serious chill pill. And really, the girl is pre-med, so why has she been focusing so much on the paper anyway? A panicked Rory tries to find other available apartments, but conveniently enough, there aren't any, so Logan asks her to move in with him. He says it will be "fun." Oh Logan, you're so clueless. And Rory agrees, leaving me with a feeling of deep apprehension.
Over at the elder Gilmores, Emily and Richard gang up on Lorelai and convince her to bring Luke to dinner next Friday, since he's going to be a part of the family. When Emily pressures her about a date for the wedding, Lorelai, feeling pigeonholed, tells her it's still June 3. Lorelai, Lorelai. Haven't you figured out by now that lying to Emily always backfires? Or that lying in general always backfires? So Luke and Lorelai attend the next Friday night dinner, and Richard launches into this comical and slightly bizarre tirade about how the two of them need to make sure their insurance policies are updated. Richard also suggests that Luke get more confirmation that April really is his daughter, and after that I'm wondering if my original premonition is right and April will turn out not to be Luke's daughter, after they've put Luke and Lorelai (and the faithful, but increasingly impatient fans) through all of this drama. Anywho, Luke and Lorelai are momentarily blindsided by the combined powers of Richard and Emily and leave the dinner waxing psychotic about their insurance, when Lorelai suddenly snaps out if, telling Luke he's "been Gilmored." Ha. So true. But Lorelai then points out that in spite of their crazy ramblings, Emily and Richard's behavior indicates that they consider Luke and Lorelai's relationship to be for real, and that their concern over the insurance in some way is a validation of their relationship. Interesting theory. And I hope she's right because Emily's snobbery toward Luke is digusting.
In an annoying turn of events, Lorelai asks Rory if she's heard from Christopher lately and then is all miffed when it turns out Christopher (for once) has been leaving them alone. Lorelai suggests that Rory give Chris a tour of Yale, since he's paying for it and all, and Rory agrees. The way Lorelai kept talking about Chris and her facial expressions are making me nervous. The Palladinos better not play the Chris card again. That game needs to be OVER.
Rory ends up giving Chris a tour of Yale, and he asks to see her apartment. Rory hedges a bit, reluctant to share her new living arrangements, but Chris is so insistent that she show him that she takes him to her new place. When they arrive at the (very nice) front door, Rory hurriedly fills him on the events that transpired to put her in Logan's apartment, and Chris tries to act nonchalant. Rory asks him not to tell Lorelai because she's planning on doing so later tonight, and Chris promises. Logan and Chris then bond over their respective bad boy pasts and their disposable incomes, and I throw up a little in my mouth. (Can you tell I'm neither a fan of Chris nor Logan?) After the three of them go out to dinner, Chris apparently was struck with amnesia because he immediately calls up Lorelai and rats out Rory, disregarding the promise he'd made earlier. Um, what? He didn't even give the girl a chance to tell Lorelai! Why does he have to be such a brat?! Lorelai is obviously surprised by the news, but she promises Chris not to act like she knows. Rory beeps in while Lorelai and Chris are talking (see, Chris, she was going to tell her!) and Lorelai feigns surprise. She then tells Rory to let her know what it's like "living with a boy," which confuses me a little because correct me if I'm wrong, but Luke sleeps over like every night! Just because all of his stuff isn't there doesn't mean he's not a real presence in the house. Come on, Lorelai, get real.
So that was this week's episode. It was pretty good, but nothing incredibly spectacular. I'm curious to see what's going on with Lane, since she hasn't been around in a while. I also hope that this Christopher thing ends up being nothing. Predictions for the next few episodes: things with Luke and Lorelai will become tense because Luke's going to find out she hasn't canceled all the wedding plans, Emily will find out the wedding is postponed and be angry, Logan and Rory will see that living together isn't all peaches and cream, and April will turn out not to be Luke's daughter. I'm probably wrong about all of these, but oh well. There's my two cents!
Now that I've probably lost all of you halfway through this rambling post, I'll end it now. Happy Friday!
Now, on to GG. This week, the Yale Daily News staff finally mutinied and dumped Paris overboard. Rory breaks the news to her as gently as possible, and then Paris goes out and gives this dramatic resignation speech. Classic Paris. So naturally, as I predicted, Rory becomes the new editor and all is hunky dory, until Rory arrives at her apartment to find all of her belongings in the hallway. An angry, betrayed Paris tells Rory she is no longer welcome at Hotel Gellar (my phrasing, not hers) and that she can't believe Rory would stab her in the back like she did (or didn't, Little Miss Paranoid). Paris needs to take a serious chill pill. And really, the girl is pre-med, so why has she been focusing so much on the paper anyway? A panicked Rory tries to find other available apartments, but conveniently enough, there aren't any, so Logan asks her to move in with him. He says it will be "fun." Oh Logan, you're so clueless. And Rory agrees, leaving me with a feeling of deep apprehension.
Over at the elder Gilmores, Emily and Richard gang up on Lorelai and convince her to bring Luke to dinner next Friday, since he's going to be a part of the family. When Emily pressures her about a date for the wedding, Lorelai, feeling pigeonholed, tells her it's still June 3. Lorelai, Lorelai. Haven't you figured out by now that lying to Emily always backfires? Or that lying in general always backfires? So Luke and Lorelai attend the next Friday night dinner, and Richard launches into this comical and slightly bizarre tirade about how the two of them need to make sure their insurance policies are updated. Richard also suggests that Luke get more confirmation that April really is his daughter, and after that I'm wondering if my original premonition is right and April will turn out not to be Luke's daughter, after they've put Luke and Lorelai (and the faithful, but increasingly impatient fans) through all of this drama. Anywho, Luke and Lorelai are momentarily blindsided by the combined powers of Richard and Emily and leave the dinner waxing psychotic about their insurance, when Lorelai suddenly snaps out if, telling Luke he's "been Gilmored." Ha. So true. But Lorelai then points out that in spite of their crazy ramblings, Emily and Richard's behavior indicates that they consider Luke and Lorelai's relationship to be for real, and that their concern over the insurance in some way is a validation of their relationship. Interesting theory. And I hope she's right because Emily's snobbery toward Luke is digusting.
In an annoying turn of events, Lorelai asks Rory if she's heard from Christopher lately and then is all miffed when it turns out Christopher (for once) has been leaving them alone. Lorelai suggests that Rory give Chris a tour of Yale, since he's paying for it and all, and Rory agrees. The way Lorelai kept talking about Chris and her facial expressions are making me nervous. The Palladinos better not play the Chris card again. That game needs to be OVER.
Rory ends up giving Chris a tour of Yale, and he asks to see her apartment. Rory hedges a bit, reluctant to share her new living arrangements, but Chris is so insistent that she show him that she takes him to her new place. When they arrive at the (very nice) front door, Rory hurriedly fills him on the events that transpired to put her in Logan's apartment, and Chris tries to act nonchalant. Rory asks him not to tell Lorelai because she's planning on doing so later tonight, and Chris promises. Logan and Chris then bond over their respective bad boy pasts and their disposable incomes, and I throw up a little in my mouth. (Can you tell I'm neither a fan of Chris nor Logan?) After the three of them go out to dinner, Chris apparently was struck with amnesia because he immediately calls up Lorelai and rats out Rory, disregarding the promise he'd made earlier. Um, what? He didn't even give the girl a chance to tell Lorelai! Why does he have to be such a brat?! Lorelai is obviously surprised by the news, but she promises Chris not to act like she knows. Rory beeps in while Lorelai and Chris are talking (see, Chris, she was going to tell her!) and Lorelai feigns surprise. She then tells Rory to let her know what it's like "living with a boy," which confuses me a little because correct me if I'm wrong, but Luke sleeps over like every night! Just because all of his stuff isn't there doesn't mean he's not a real presence in the house. Come on, Lorelai, get real.
So that was this week's episode. It was pretty good, but nothing incredibly spectacular. I'm curious to see what's going on with Lane, since she hasn't been around in a while. I also hope that this Christopher thing ends up being nothing. Predictions for the next few episodes: things with Luke and Lorelai will become tense because Luke's going to find out she hasn't canceled all the wedding plans, Emily will find out the wedding is postponed and be angry, Logan and Rory will see that living together isn't all peaches and cream, and April will turn out not to be Luke's daughter. I'm probably wrong about all of these, but oh well. There's my two cents!
Now that I've probably lost all of you halfway through this rambling post, I'll end it now. Happy Friday!
Home Sweet Home
I'm at home! And guess what my mom did? She put my flannel sheets on my bed (the flannel sheets of "Happy Bed" fame)! I'm so excited! It's great to be someone who's so easily pleased. Now, if I could just convince all semi trucks to stay off the interstates or quit going 45 in a 70...
Oh, and everyone should watch March of the Penguins. It's so fabulous! I want to adopt a little penguin and keep him in the freezer. (Except that was supposed to sound better than it ended up sounding.) Hehe.
P.S. I promise that tomorrow I will comment on this week's Gilmore Girls.
EDIT: Only in TN do schools actually close before the snow even comes. Good grief.
Oh, and everyone should watch March of the Penguins. It's so fabulous! I want to adopt a little penguin and keep him in the freezer. (Except that was supposed to sound better than it ended up sounding.) Hehe.
P.S. I promise that tomorrow I will comment on this week's Gilmore Girls.
EDIT: Only in TN do schools actually close before the snow even comes. Good grief.
Thursday, February 9, 2006
Forget About It
praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. ~Psalm 139:14
This is probably one of the Scriptures I have the hardest time understanding or acknowledging. I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you readers that I have a problem with viewing myself in a positive light. I'm the first one to spot a blemish, criticize a flaw, or insult myself. It's become so ingrained into my being that sometimes I feel as though I do it as a reflex. Before I know it, the words just come flying out of my mouth. I can't even count how many times a day the words, "I'm such a loser" come out of my mouth, and something's wrong with that. Sure, sometimes I say it jokingly or in an offhand manner, but there are other times that I don't, times when I believe deep down that I am a loser, that nothing about me is worth loving. I have an entire Book that would say otherwise, yet I ignore it.
Am I not a daughter of the Most High God? Did He not create me with loving hands, for a specific purpose? Did He not pay for my sin with the blood of His Son? Does He not know every fiber of my being, every grotesque and beautiful thought, and still love me more than I could ever comprehend? And do I still look in the mirror and question what He made? Yes. Every day. Every day, when I put myself down, either verbally or nonverbally, I am saying to God, "You know what, God, You may know a lot, but You really missed the mark when You created me. If You had just made me ______ or _____, then it would be fine, but You didn't, so what can I do?" Just who do I think I am, that I would quarrel with the Maker of the universe? For someone who claims to think so lowly of myself, I'm awfully consistent in questioning God's wisdom in His design for me and my life, as if I could do a better job!
I'm really shaken about this right now because I was mercifully called out on it in a way that made me step back and sincerely evaluate my life. And I see now that my negativity is not an attractive quality. Who wants to be around someone who constantly degrades herself? I know I don't! But more than that, what kind of message does it send to those who see my life, know I'm a Christian, and then hear me talking about myself as if I'm the scum of the earth? How can I bring God glory if all I do is criticize myself and His handiwork? How can I attract people to God if all I talk about is how miserable I am? I can't. It simply isn't possible. And it's not even that I should instead go around and talk about how great I am. The point is, I expend far too much energy on thinking about myself at all, and it needs to end. I simply must have Jesus. I must have Him. Everything else is nothing compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Jesus my Lord. It's not even about me and what I think about myself; it's about God and who He is and who He knows me to be. The amazing, glorious thing about focusing on God is that when our gaze is fixed on Him, it becomes impossible to look at anything else. How can we, when we are blinded by the light of His glory? O Father, may I gaze upon Your face and be blind to all else! May I truly know what it means to take up my cross and follow You and leave everything else behind!
"The real test of being in the presence of God is that you either forget about yourself altogether or see yourself as a small, dirty object. It is better to forget about yourself altogether." ~C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, pg. 125
Please, Lord. Help me forget.
This is probably one of the Scriptures I have the hardest time understanding or acknowledging. I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you readers that I have a problem with viewing myself in a positive light. I'm the first one to spot a blemish, criticize a flaw, or insult myself. It's become so ingrained into my being that sometimes I feel as though I do it as a reflex. Before I know it, the words just come flying out of my mouth. I can't even count how many times a day the words, "I'm such a loser" come out of my mouth, and something's wrong with that. Sure, sometimes I say it jokingly or in an offhand manner, but there are other times that I don't, times when I believe deep down that I am a loser, that nothing about me is worth loving. I have an entire Book that would say otherwise, yet I ignore it.
Am I not a daughter of the Most High God? Did He not create me with loving hands, for a specific purpose? Did He not pay for my sin with the blood of His Son? Does He not know every fiber of my being, every grotesque and beautiful thought, and still love me more than I could ever comprehend? And do I still look in the mirror and question what He made? Yes. Every day. Every day, when I put myself down, either verbally or nonverbally, I am saying to God, "You know what, God, You may know a lot, but You really missed the mark when You created me. If You had just made me ______ or _____, then it would be fine, but You didn't, so what can I do?" Just who do I think I am, that I would quarrel with the Maker of the universe? For someone who claims to think so lowly of myself, I'm awfully consistent in questioning God's wisdom in His design for me and my life, as if I could do a better job!
I'm really shaken about this right now because I was mercifully called out on it in a way that made me step back and sincerely evaluate my life. And I see now that my negativity is not an attractive quality. Who wants to be around someone who constantly degrades herself? I know I don't! But more than that, what kind of message does it send to those who see my life, know I'm a Christian, and then hear me talking about myself as if I'm the scum of the earth? How can I bring God glory if all I do is criticize myself and His handiwork? How can I attract people to God if all I talk about is how miserable I am? I can't. It simply isn't possible. And it's not even that I should instead go around and talk about how great I am. The point is, I expend far too much energy on thinking about myself at all, and it needs to end. I simply must have Jesus. I must have Him. Everything else is nothing compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Jesus my Lord. It's not even about me and what I think about myself; it's about God and who He is and who He knows me to be. The amazing, glorious thing about focusing on God is that when our gaze is fixed on Him, it becomes impossible to look at anything else. How can we, when we are blinded by the light of His glory? O Father, may I gaze upon Your face and be blind to all else! May I truly know what it means to take up my cross and follow You and leave everything else behind!
"The real test of being in the presence of God is that you either forget about yourself altogether or see yourself as a small, dirty object. It is better to forget about yourself altogether." ~C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, pg. 125
Please, Lord. Help me forget.
Wednesday, February 8, 2006
Miscellany
Aww, Kelly Clarkson just won a Grammy for best female pop vocalist! I'm so excited she won. And she was so cute when she accepted the Grammy because she was totally crying and so all of her words were coming out in this high-pitched, squeaky voice. I just love her because 1)she really does have talent, 2)she puts on a great live show, and 3)she seems really genuine.
Right now Coldplay is performing "Let's Talk," which is probably my least favorite song on their new album. I don't know what's up with Chris Martin, but he looks like a mountain man and he's sounding really pitchy and yuck. Not to mention he's acting like he's on a drug trip. Weird. I've heard Coldplay is really good live, but I'm not impressed with this.
What's funny about the Grammys is that almost always the awards they list as being awarded before the actual live show are the Christian music ones. Apparently Christian music's not good enough to get any airtime. Granted, some of it really is lame, but not all of it is. Oh well, what do I know? (Don't answer that.)
In other news, I'm feelling a little better today. I don't feel dizzy when I stand up, which is a definite plus, and I actually had some solid food. (Yesterday nothing at all appealed to me, so all I had was a smoothie my sweet roomie brought me.) I also bought tickets to see Switchfoot in Nashville March 25! I'm going with my great buddy Diana, so it should be good times, and it will be a great end to Spring Break. We had a blast seeing Jason Mraz and Andrew Peterson, and I hear Switchfoot puts on a good show. I don't know what my spring break plans are otherwise, but I really would like to do something besides go home. (No offense to you Memphis peeps.) We'll see.
I'm also way excited about Greenwood coming to Knoxville in concert! And Memphis folks, they're also coming your way so you really do need to check them out. They're amazing! Support these fabulous indie artists! Visit their MySpace to sample some of their music. I'll keep mentioning this until you do. (And while you're at it, you can visit my MySpace.)
It's back to the books for me! Leave me some love!
EDIT: Oh, and it's SNOWING!!!! It's so pretty!!! (And I promise that's my last use of extraneous punctuation. Maybe.)
Right now Coldplay is performing "Let's Talk," which is probably my least favorite song on their new album. I don't know what's up with Chris Martin, but he looks like a mountain man and he's sounding really pitchy and yuck. Not to mention he's acting like he's on a drug trip. Weird. I've heard Coldplay is really good live, but I'm not impressed with this.
What's funny about the Grammys is that almost always the awards they list as being awarded before the actual live show are the Christian music ones. Apparently Christian music's not good enough to get any airtime. Granted, some of it really is lame, but not all of it is. Oh well, what do I know? (Don't answer that.)
In other news, I'm feelling a little better today. I don't feel dizzy when I stand up, which is a definite plus, and I actually had some solid food. (Yesterday nothing at all appealed to me, so all I had was a smoothie my sweet roomie brought me.) I also bought tickets to see Switchfoot in Nashville March 25! I'm going with my great buddy Diana, so it should be good times, and it will be a great end to Spring Break. We had a blast seeing Jason Mraz and Andrew Peterson, and I hear Switchfoot puts on a good show. I don't know what my spring break plans are otherwise, but I really would like to do something besides go home. (No offense to you Memphis peeps.) We'll see.
I'm also way excited about Greenwood coming to Knoxville in concert! And Memphis folks, they're also coming your way so you really do need to check them out. They're amazing! Support these fabulous indie artists! Visit their MySpace to sample some of their music. I'll keep mentioning this until you do. (And while you're at it, you can visit my MySpace.)
It's back to the books for me! Leave me some love!
EDIT: Oh, and it's SNOWING!!!! It's so pretty!!! (And I promise that's my last use of extraneous punctuation. Maybe.)
Tuesday, February 7, 2006
Monday, February 6, 2006
Boredom
I just looked at my cell phone usage for this month, and I've talked a total of 1790 minutes in 15 days. That's an average of almost 2 hours a day. (And I know who to blame for about 1200 of those minutes.) Thank goodness for free nights and weekends and IN calling! I never used to be a phone talker; in fact, I usually dreaded it because I think I do much better with face-to-face interaction, but since my friends are now spread out over the state and the country, face-to-face interaction is a little harder to come by, so I'm slowly learning the art of the phone conversation. I'm still not a great phone talker, but I guess I'm doing all right if I'm spending this much time on the phone. I hope that old urban legend about cell phones causing cancer isn't true because I'd definitely be in trouble!
I don't have anything especially witty or intelligent to say (not as if that's anything new), but I just wanted to update because I'm working in the writing center and there's currently no one in need of my editing skills. It's going to be a sloooow night.
EDIT: The highlight of my time in the writing center was talking to this guy who looks exactly like Pedro (the guy from Napoleon Dynamite). I kid you not. He had the moustache, the appearance, and even the accent. Mike says I should have asked him if he'd taken his bike over any sweet jumps. Hehe.
I don't have anything especially witty or intelligent to say (not as if that's anything new), but I just wanted to update because I'm working in the writing center and there's currently no one in need of my editing skills. It's going to be a sloooow night.
EDIT: The highlight of my time in the writing center was talking to this guy who looks exactly like Pedro (the guy from Napoleon Dynamite). I kid you not. He had the moustache, the appearance, and even the accent. Mike says I should have asked him if he'd taken his bike over any sweet jumps. Hehe.
Sunday, February 5, 2006
Getting to Know Me (as if you wanted to know more)
Complete This Sentence
I am not: athletic, skinny, perfect, extroverted, or good at mathematics.
I hurt: when I hit my knee on the side of my bed every other day. Or when someone says something that makes me sad.
I love: Jesus, my family and friends, Gilmore Girls, all things purple (except for Barney), ice cream, peanut butter Twix, and late night phone conversations.
I hate: feeling inadequate or self-conscious.
I hope: that my life and words reflect Christ and that I will be in a marriage that makes me happy and brings glory to God. And I want a career that I love.
I hear: the sound of silence. :)
I crave: love, hugs, and Krispy Kreme donuts.
I cry: too much for my own good.
I care: too deeply about things that I shouldn't care about, like what people think of me or what my future will be like.
I always: want to be right. It's an obnoxious quality of mine, but it's true.
I long to: survive graduate school, find a job at a liberal arts university, get married, write a novel, visit Sea World (seriously, for someone who loves dolphins as much as I do, it's almost a crime that I've never been to Sea World).
I feel alone: when it's late and there's no one else around.
I listen to: anything but country and rap (and polka, I suppose).
I hide: behind my smile.
I drive: with the windows down and the stereo blaring as much as possible.
I sing: in the car, in the shower (quietly), all the time.
I dance: hardly ever.
I write: almost every day (at least in this little blog).
I play: cards, when I can get other people to play with me. Or board games. I also play the guitar, but it's been a while since I picked it up, unfortunately.
I miss: swings, Thailand, and those summer nights when I was younger and we'd count fireflies in the backyard.
I search: the Internet Movie Database whenever I see someone in a movie and think, "What's s/he been in?"
I learn: that I have much to learn every day.
I feel: sleepy, hopeful, and wistful.
I know: that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, but sometimes I forget it.
I fail: to see the depths of my sin and how much I grieve my Savior sometimes.
I dream: often, but I don't always remember what I dream. I also have other life dreams, but I'm afraid to try and make them reality.
I sleep: whenever I get the chance!
I wonder: what it will be like to be in heaven forever.
I want: to learn the secret of being content in every situation.
I worry: far more often than I should.
I have: really really soft sheets.
I fight: pride, insecurity, jealousy, negativity, etc. etc.
I wait: very impatiently sometimes.
I need: to know deep deep down that my worth and satisfaction lies in Christ and Christ alone and that nothing this world has to offer will ever be enough.
I am not: athletic, skinny, perfect, extroverted, or good at mathematics.
I hurt: when I hit my knee on the side of my bed every other day. Or when someone says something that makes me sad.
I love: Jesus, my family and friends, Gilmore Girls, all things purple (except for Barney), ice cream, peanut butter Twix, and late night phone conversations.
I hate: feeling inadequate or self-conscious.
I hope: that my life and words reflect Christ and that I will be in a marriage that makes me happy and brings glory to God. And I want a career that I love.
I hear: the sound of silence. :)
I crave: love, hugs, and Krispy Kreme donuts.
I cry: too much for my own good.
I care: too deeply about things that I shouldn't care about, like what people think of me or what my future will be like.
I always: want to be right. It's an obnoxious quality of mine, but it's true.
I long to: survive graduate school, find a job at a liberal arts university, get married, write a novel, visit Sea World (seriously, for someone who loves dolphins as much as I do, it's almost a crime that I've never been to Sea World).
I feel alone: when it's late and there's no one else around.
I listen to: anything but country and rap (and polka, I suppose).
I hide: behind my smile.
I drive: with the windows down and the stereo blaring as much as possible.
I sing: in the car, in the shower (quietly), all the time.
I dance: hardly ever.
I write: almost every day (at least in this little blog).
I play: cards, when I can get other people to play with me. Or board games. I also play the guitar, but it's been a while since I picked it up, unfortunately.
I miss: swings, Thailand, and those summer nights when I was younger and we'd count fireflies in the backyard.
I search: the Internet Movie Database whenever I see someone in a movie and think, "What's s/he been in?"
I learn: that I have much to learn every day.
I feel: sleepy, hopeful, and wistful.
I know: that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, but sometimes I forget it.
I fail: to see the depths of my sin and how much I grieve my Savior sometimes.
I dream: often, but I don't always remember what I dream. I also have other life dreams, but I'm afraid to try and make them reality.
I sleep: whenever I get the chance!
I wonder: what it will be like to be in heaven forever.
I want: to learn the secret of being content in every situation.
I worry: far more often than I should.
I have: really really soft sheets.
I fight: pride, insecurity, jealousy, negativity, etc. etc.
I wait: very impatiently sometimes.
I need: to know deep deep down that my worth and satisfaction lies in Christ and Christ alone and that nothing this world has to offer will ever be enough.
Saturday, February 4, 2006
Can't We All Just Get Along?
Thanks to those of you who prayed for my grandmother. Her surgery went relatively well, and she's still in the hospital but is stabilized right now. They're going to watch her for a few days to make sure there aren't any complications since there's always that risk with someone who is 80. She's got some long-term adjustments to deal with, but she's a trooper, so I think she'll be fine. I sure hope so!
Last night I ended up going to The Comedy Zone with a couple of girls, and then we went back to their apartment and watched In Her Shoes, which is such a good movie. It makes me want a sister.
In other news, this whole cartoon mess with the Muslim community is out of control. Yes, the cartoons were possibly offensive, but everyone knows pretty much nothing is sacred in the world of journalism. If the Muslims are so offended by it and demand that the image of Islam be protected, then perhaps they can stop slandering the name of Christians and Jews. And the reactions of the Muslims haven't exactly disproved the content of the cartoons. If anything, the violent outburts that resulted from the publishing of the cartoons, such as the burning of the Dutch embassy in Sudan, just confirms the fact that Islam is not the "religion of peace" ignorant people keep claiming it is. If Muslims want respect, then stop reacting in such volatile, hostile, and needlessly violent ways. And yes, I'm aware that not all Muslims are violent and hostile, but the fact that the ones who are get attention almost daily because of their radicalism does not help the cause of Muslims who just want to observe the more peaceful aspects of Islam.
Last night I ended up going to The Comedy Zone with a couple of girls, and then we went back to their apartment and watched In Her Shoes, which is such a good movie. It makes me want a sister.
In other news, this whole cartoon mess with the Muslim community is out of control. Yes, the cartoons were possibly offensive, but everyone knows pretty much nothing is sacred in the world of journalism. If the Muslims are so offended by it and demand that the image of Islam be protected, then perhaps they can stop slandering the name of Christians and Jews. And the reactions of the Muslims haven't exactly disproved the content of the cartoons. If anything, the violent outburts that resulted from the publishing of the cartoons, such as the burning of the Dutch embassy in Sudan, just confirms the fact that Islam is not the "religion of peace" ignorant people keep claiming it is. If Muslims want respect, then stop reacting in such volatile, hostile, and needlessly violent ways. And yes, I'm aware that not all Muslims are violent and hostile, but the fact that the ones who are get attention almost daily because of their radicalism does not help the cause of Muslims who just want to observe the more peaceful aspects of Islam.
Friday, February 3, 2006
Calvary Love
Haha, I have "medium neuroticism." Sweet. It's pretty accurate, though. My favorite one: "You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party." That about sums me up!
In other news, it looks like my friend is no longer coming, and I'm kind of bummed. Now I'm stuck with no plans for tonight. But life must go on, and I'm trying to be positive these days, so I'll just look at it as an opportunity to spend time in meditation and reflection. Right. At least I have a Super Bowl party to go to on Sunday. You all know how much I love football. I'm stoked. (End sarcasm.) Who's playing again? Seriously, I don't know. But the party should be fun. Good food, good people. I can handle that.
I just read this in a tiny but powerful book called If by missionary Amy Carmichael: "If I do not feel far more for the grieved Savior than for my worried self when troublesome things occur, then I know nothing of Calvary love." Ouch. This is something I am definitely trying to work on. I'm terribly self-absorbed, self-pitying, and all those other negative words that begin with "self." I waste so much time thinking about myself instead of thinking about the goodness and mercy of God. Dwelling on His glory is certainly a much better use of my time, and if I can't even do that, how can I say I love Him?
Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and unfathomable His ways! For who has known the mind of the Lord, or who became his counselor? Or who has first given to Him that it might be paid back to Him again? For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever. Amen. ~Romans 11:33-36
In other news, it looks like my friend is no longer coming, and I'm kind of bummed. Now I'm stuck with no plans for tonight. But life must go on, and I'm trying to be positive these days, so I'll just look at it as an opportunity to spend time in meditation and reflection. Right. At least I have a Super Bowl party to go to on Sunday. You all know how much I love football. I'm stoked. (End sarcasm.) Who's playing again? Seriously, I don't know. But the party should be fun. Good food, good people. I can handle that.
I just read this in a tiny but powerful book called If by missionary Amy Carmichael: "If I do not feel far more for the grieved Savior than for my worried self when troublesome things occur, then I know nothing of Calvary love." Ouch. This is something I am definitely trying to work on. I'm terribly self-absorbed, self-pitying, and all those other negative words that begin with "self." I waste so much time thinking about myself instead of thinking about the goodness and mercy of God. Dwelling on His glory is certainly a much better use of my time, and if I can't even do that, how can I say I love Him?
Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and unfathomable His ways! For who has known the mind of the Lord, or who became his counselor? Or who has first given to Him that it might be paid back to Him again? For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever. Amen. ~Romans 11:33-36
Thursday, February 2, 2006
This week on Gilmore Girls...
EDIT: My grandmother's having surgery right now. She's been in the hospital all week, and they are operating on her colon. Please pray that she comes through it with no complications. She's 80, so there's always a slight danger in surgery for someone that age. Thanks for your prayers!
Beth gets the prize for knowing numbers 30 and 31 on that quiz. I never in a million trillion years would have guessed that 9 P in SA= 9 provinces in South Africa! So go give Beth some love!
Now that I've had a very refreshing 3-hour nap, I can talk about Gilmore Girls! (The nap was supposed to be 30 minutes, but it somehow ended up a little longer. Hee.) Here's a recap of last night's events, and then I will offer up some opinions. Not that anyone cares about my opinion; I just love to see my words in print. (Obviously, or I wouldn't even have a xanga.) So, last night on Gilmore Girls:
Things with Luke and Lorelai are strained, both because Luke is a clueless moron who can't see that Lorelai isn't happy with the wedding postponement, and Lorelai is being the epitome of passive aggressive and pulling the "No really, I'm fine, don't worry about little ole me" routine while looking all sad and bereft. If there's one thing I've learned from this fictitious but highly addictive show, it's that communication is key to a successful, healthy relationship. These two could avoid so many problems if they would just talk to each other! Lorelai needs to quit thinking that Luke can read her mind, and Luke needs to be more attentive to Lorelai's feelings, especially after he just called off the wedding. Anywho, Lorelai meets Sookie at a flower mart where they were planning to get ideas for the wedding, and she awkwardly tells her it's postponed. Sookie, having been invaded by a completely self-absorbed pod person, replies with an insensitive, "What did you do?" Lorelai tells her about Luke and April, Sookie then wonders if Jackson might have a "love child," and I lose more than a little respect for Sookie. Later, we see scenes of Luke and April in the diner and Lorelai next door at Taylor's "world of cheesiness" spying on them along with half of Stars Hollow. Luke is pretty much shutting Lorelai out of his relationship with April and doesn't even realize the effect it's having on Lorelai.
At Yale, Paris has become a power-crazed dictator, and Rory begins to realize the extent of this problem when an issue of the paper comes out with a blank photo slot that says "Photo to be approved by Paris." Ha! Rory confronts Paris, telling her she has to get it together, but Paris lives in another world where everything is peachy and so does nothing. Meanwhile, Logan has been stalking Rory at the coffee cart, trying to get her to go out to dinner with him like she agreed to, and she finally relents (as we all knew she would but hoped she wouldn't). They agree to have dinner that Thursday, but when Thursday rolls around, Rory comes to the paper to find that most of the staff has quit in protest. She flips into panic mode, and starts trying to round up the people she can. Logan then comes in to find her running around, and he expresses his surprise that she didn't call him. Really, Logan? You were surprised? Even though you've spent all of two minutes in the newsroom? Huh. So anyway, Logan and Rory make an excellent team, and thanks to the staff's hard work and Logan's name dropping, they manage to get the paper out, no thanks to Paris, who is totally going to be impeached next week and replaced by Rory as editor. Mark my words. After the hullabaloo subsides, Logan pulls out a dinner for them to share, and I guess they're back together. Yay.
Now onto the main event: dinner with the grandparents after probably the longest Friday night dinner hiatus ever. Emily and Richard found out that Chris paid for Yale after their check was returned and Lorelai told them it wasn't a mistake, so needless to say things are tense. Rory is very resistant to even going to dinner or talking to them, despite the fact that she mooched off them for months and then left with no warning or a thank you. Rory's a brat. Lorelai convinces her to go, telling her that the grandparents want her there, but when the two arrive, it's clear that they're not welcome. It's not long before things erupt, with everyone wanting to leave, but Lorelai demands that everyone stay and work things out instead of leaving. I loved that Lorelai stepped up to the plate in this scene, but what I want to know is, why couldn't she take that same aggressive, open approach with Luke? Sheesh. So what follows is this very unique montage in which handheld cameras are used and the scenes switch from the characters yelling about Rory leaving the grandparents to Emily's confrontation with Shira Huntzberger to Lorelai getting pregnant with Rory at 16 (as if we haven't heard that before). It was a really bizarre sequence for GG, but I absolutely loved it; I thought it was an effective way of getting everything out on the table, and it reinstated Friday night dinners, which had to come back into play because the show just isn't the same without the relationship with the grandparents. It was a really fabulous 10 minutes of television, I have to say.
Here are some thoughts:
Lorelai held off on canceling all of the wedding plans just yet, in the hopes that Luke would wake up from his stupid coma and un-postpone things, but I have a feeling that he's going to discover this and it could lead to more problems. What I'm hoping will happen is that the plans will all be canceled, and then they'll get married at the end of the season under the chuppa like they should.
Paris' little office space reminded me of that eerie scene from A Beautiful Mind where John Nash has all of those newspaper clippings covering the walls. She's clearly losing it, and I just want to know where exactly the writers are going with her character. She used to be multi-dimensional and complex, but now she's just borderline psychotic. And where's Doyle? Shouldn't Paris have called him?
Sookie also seems to be turning into a caricature of herself, acting completely kooky and not like the sensitive, caring friend she usually is. What friend, after hearing about her friend's postponement, responds with, "What did you do?" How insensitive is that? Sure, Lorelai's had a rocky past when it comes to relationships, but friends don't automatically assume the worst like that. If anything, Sookie would have responded with, "What did Luke do?" That's the typical female response: blaming the guy. I'm not saying it's right, I'm just saying it's more realistic.
I liked Logan this week. Darn it. And the previews make it look like something huge is going to happen with him and Rory, but I bet they just want us to think that they're getting engaged or Rory is pregnant or something, when it will end up being no big deal.
I loved the Friday night scene where Lorelai reenacts the scene from "A House is Not a Home" and impersonates Emily and Richard's voices. It's classic. She is so overdue for an Emmy it's not even funny. Give the girl an Emmy already!
What happened to the job Rory got at the Stanford Gazette? Was all of her obnoxious harassment for nothing? They just completely dropped that whole story line. Not as if that's anything new, unfortunately.
Well, I've written another long entry no one will probably read, but it sure was fun! Happy weekend, dear readers! One of my best friends, Sarah, is coming to visit this weekend, so updates will probably be scarce. I'm sure you'll manage to go on with your normal lives, though.
Beth gets the prize for knowing numbers 30 and 31 on that quiz. I never in a million trillion years would have guessed that 9 P in SA= 9 provinces in South Africa! So go give Beth some love!
Now that I've had a very refreshing 3-hour nap, I can talk about Gilmore Girls! (The nap was supposed to be 30 minutes, but it somehow ended up a little longer. Hee.) Here's a recap of last night's events, and then I will offer up some opinions. Not that anyone cares about my opinion; I just love to see my words in print. (Obviously, or I wouldn't even have a xanga.) So, last night on Gilmore Girls:
Things with Luke and Lorelai are strained, both because Luke is a clueless moron who can't see that Lorelai isn't happy with the wedding postponement, and Lorelai is being the epitome of passive aggressive and pulling the "No really, I'm fine, don't worry about little ole me" routine while looking all sad and bereft. If there's one thing I've learned from this fictitious but highly addictive show, it's that communication is key to a successful, healthy relationship. These two could avoid so many problems if they would just talk to each other! Lorelai needs to quit thinking that Luke can read her mind, and Luke needs to be more attentive to Lorelai's feelings, especially after he just called off the wedding. Anywho, Lorelai meets Sookie at a flower mart where they were planning to get ideas for the wedding, and she awkwardly tells her it's postponed. Sookie, having been invaded by a completely self-absorbed pod person, replies with an insensitive, "What did you do?" Lorelai tells her about Luke and April, Sookie then wonders if Jackson might have a "love child," and I lose more than a little respect for Sookie. Later, we see scenes of Luke and April in the diner and Lorelai next door at Taylor's "world of cheesiness" spying on them along with half of Stars Hollow. Luke is pretty much shutting Lorelai out of his relationship with April and doesn't even realize the effect it's having on Lorelai.
At Yale, Paris has become a power-crazed dictator, and Rory begins to realize the extent of this problem when an issue of the paper comes out with a blank photo slot that says "Photo to be approved by Paris." Ha! Rory confronts Paris, telling her she has to get it together, but Paris lives in another world where everything is peachy and so does nothing. Meanwhile, Logan has been stalking Rory at the coffee cart, trying to get her to go out to dinner with him like she agreed to, and she finally relents (as we all knew she would but hoped she wouldn't). They agree to have dinner that Thursday, but when Thursday rolls around, Rory comes to the paper to find that most of the staff has quit in protest. She flips into panic mode, and starts trying to round up the people she can. Logan then comes in to find her running around, and he expresses his surprise that she didn't call him. Really, Logan? You were surprised? Even though you've spent all of two minutes in the newsroom? Huh. So anyway, Logan and Rory make an excellent team, and thanks to the staff's hard work and Logan's name dropping, they manage to get the paper out, no thanks to Paris, who is totally going to be impeached next week and replaced by Rory as editor. Mark my words. After the hullabaloo subsides, Logan pulls out a dinner for them to share, and I guess they're back together. Yay.
Now onto the main event: dinner with the grandparents after probably the longest Friday night dinner hiatus ever. Emily and Richard found out that Chris paid for Yale after their check was returned and Lorelai told them it wasn't a mistake, so needless to say things are tense. Rory is very resistant to even going to dinner or talking to them, despite the fact that she mooched off them for months and then left with no warning or a thank you. Rory's a brat. Lorelai convinces her to go, telling her that the grandparents want her there, but when the two arrive, it's clear that they're not welcome. It's not long before things erupt, with everyone wanting to leave, but Lorelai demands that everyone stay and work things out instead of leaving. I loved that Lorelai stepped up to the plate in this scene, but what I want to know is, why couldn't she take that same aggressive, open approach with Luke? Sheesh. So what follows is this very unique montage in which handheld cameras are used and the scenes switch from the characters yelling about Rory leaving the grandparents to Emily's confrontation with Shira Huntzberger to Lorelai getting pregnant with Rory at 16 (as if we haven't heard that before). It was a really bizarre sequence for GG, but I absolutely loved it; I thought it was an effective way of getting everything out on the table, and it reinstated Friday night dinners, which had to come back into play because the show just isn't the same without the relationship with the grandparents. It was a really fabulous 10 minutes of television, I have to say.
Here are some thoughts:
Lorelai held off on canceling all of the wedding plans just yet, in the hopes that Luke would wake up from his stupid coma and un-postpone things, but I have a feeling that he's going to discover this and it could lead to more problems. What I'm hoping will happen is that the plans will all be canceled, and then they'll get married at the end of the season under the chuppa like they should.
Paris' little office space reminded me of that eerie scene from A Beautiful Mind where John Nash has all of those newspaper clippings covering the walls. She's clearly losing it, and I just want to know where exactly the writers are going with her character. She used to be multi-dimensional and complex, but now she's just borderline psychotic. And where's Doyle? Shouldn't Paris have called him?
Sookie also seems to be turning into a caricature of herself, acting completely kooky and not like the sensitive, caring friend she usually is. What friend, after hearing about her friend's postponement, responds with, "What did you do?" How insensitive is that? Sure, Lorelai's had a rocky past when it comes to relationships, but friends don't automatically assume the worst like that. If anything, Sookie would have responded with, "What did Luke do?" That's the typical female response: blaming the guy. I'm not saying it's right, I'm just saying it's more realistic.
I liked Logan this week. Darn it. And the previews make it look like something huge is going to happen with him and Rory, but I bet they just want us to think that they're getting engaged or Rory is pregnant or something, when it will end up being no big deal.
I loved the Friday night scene where Lorelai reenacts the scene from "A House is Not a Home" and impersonates Emily and Richard's voices. It's classic. She is so overdue for an Emmy it's not even funny. Give the girl an Emmy already!
What happened to the job Rory got at the Stanford Gazette? Was all of her obnoxious harassment for nothing? They just completely dropped that whole story line. Not as if that's anything new, unfortunately.
Well, I've written another long entry no one will probably read, but it sure was fun! Happy weekend, dear readers! One of my best friends, Sarah, is coming to visit this weekend, so updates will probably be scarce. I'm sure you'll manage to go on with your normal lives, though.
I've Never Been Good with Numbers
Okay, so I took this test that's floating around, and I only figured out 22 of them. I'm okay with that because it's not as though it determines my worth as an individual (or so I keep telling myself), but there's no way that I can find of knowing what the other answers are! It's driving me bonkers! So if anyone wants to take this little test (or has taken it), let me know if you can figure out numbers 8, 10, 12, 14, 17, 24, 26, 28, 29, 30, and 31. I'm feeling slightly stupid since I can't figure them out, so please help a sista out!
http://intelligence-test.net/part1/
I'll be back later with commentary on Tuesday night's fabulous episode of GG, but right now my Happy Bed is calling my name. I am sleepy.
http://intelligence-test.net/part1/
I'll be back later with commentary on Tuesday night's fabulous episode of GG, but right now my Happy Bed is calling my name. I am sleepy.
Wednesday, February 1, 2006
Apparently the era of the telegram is over as of January 27. I have neither sent nor received a telegram, and now I will never have the chance. Bummer. Of course, it's really a miracle the practice of sending telegrams lasted as long as it did, since the Internet and email have revolutionized the way we communicate. I don't actually have any smart commentary on this; I just thought it was interesting. (And for a wonderful post on the correct usage of semicolons, you can visit this site. It's so refreshing to see someone writing about grammar. Or maybe it's just sad he had nothing better to do. Kidding!)
For those of you who didn't know, Coretta Scott King passed away yesterday. What really saddens me about this is the fact that I was able to find out that Lindsay Lohan cut herself and had to have stitches easier than I was able to find a news story about King on Yahoo. Not only that, but they had this great big banner about the Oscar nominations, and yet the King story wasn't even one of the main links highlighted in the news section. I'm sorry, but when did stitches become news? I cut my leg shaving last week; can I get a news story about that? Oh wait, I'm not a celebrity, so of course no one cares about my injuries (even though it hurt)! And what's that? You don't care about Lindsay Lohan's injuries? Me either! Who does? I mean, if she were in a coma, I could see that making the news, but stitches? Give me a break! Are we really so desperate for gossip that a story like that is featured? It really says something about the priorities of the American people. Not to mention that I would wager that more people are watching American Idol right now than watched the President's State of the Union address last night. Yes, AI is vastly more entertaining (who doesn't like laughing at people who are hopelessly deluded in believing they can be the next big thing?), but I think hearing what the President has to say is vastly more important. (Not that he really said anything new, but whatever.)
Read the news, people! Watch the news. Be informed. Did you know there was a shooting (by a woman, no less) at a post office in California on Monday that killed 7 people? Or that Alito was sworn in as the newest Supreme Court Justice? Sure, a lot of times it's biased or one-sided, but it's all we have, so empower yourself with knowledge!
For those of you who didn't know, Coretta Scott King passed away yesterday. What really saddens me about this is the fact that I was able to find out that Lindsay Lohan cut herself and had to have stitches easier than I was able to find a news story about King on Yahoo. Not only that, but they had this great big banner about the Oscar nominations, and yet the King story wasn't even one of the main links highlighted in the news section. I'm sorry, but when did stitches become news? I cut my leg shaving last week; can I get a news story about that? Oh wait, I'm not a celebrity, so of course no one cares about my injuries (even though it hurt)! And what's that? You don't care about Lindsay Lohan's injuries? Me either! Who does? I mean, if she were in a coma, I could see that making the news, but stitches? Give me a break! Are we really so desperate for gossip that a story like that is featured? It really says something about the priorities of the American people. Not to mention that I would wager that more people are watching American Idol right now than watched the President's State of the Union address last night. Yes, AI is vastly more entertaining (who doesn't like laughing at people who are hopelessly deluded in believing they can be the next big thing?), but I think hearing what the President has to say is vastly more important. (Not that he really said anything new, but whatever.)
Read the news, people! Watch the news. Be informed. Did you know there was a shooting (by a woman, no less) at a post office in California on Monday that killed 7 people? Or that Alito was sworn in as the newest Supreme Court Justice? Sure, a lot of times it's biased or one-sided, but it's all we have, so empower yourself with knowledge!
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