Seeing as how at this very moment I don't have any outstanding news to report but want to write something anyway, I shall take this opportunity to shamelessly, and indeed even gleefully, promote blogs written by my friends. Oh so you don't like reading blogs do you? Well you're reading this one! I rest my case.
First up we have Paul's blog which can be found at: http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/. What can be said about Paul's blog? You'll laugh, you'll cry, there won't be a dry seat in the house. The man is funny. I'll leave it at that. Read it, love it, link it, add it to your Favorites list.
Second on the docket is Benji's Livejournal. http://docmilanowski.livejournal.com/. He covers quite the range of topics, usually tossing in at least a few lines that will make you laugh out loud. Or they're so touching that you tear up. Either way, good stuff. Another top Favorites list candidate if I ever saw one.
Lastly, to round out the blogs that I for one check pretty much daily, we have Ryan's blog. I think you all know that I'm a big T. Rex fan, who in their right mind wouldn't be? "So what's the address?!?" you demand, anxious to get your hot little paws (figuratively) all over that blog. Well I'll tell ya. It's: http://auriga.blogspot.com/. Very creative, entertaining, and let's face it, how often do you get a chance to take a glimpse into the mind of a dinosaur? Again, definite Favorites spot winner here.
So there you have it! Who needs Dickens and Emmerson when you've got good junk like this at your fingertips! Well go ahead and read D and E anyway, cause that's good stuff too...
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Saturday, September 30, 2006
A terrible day...
...perhaps not.
As most anybody who reads this will already know, a stupendously awesome thing happened yesterday. I was given a shirt. "What the-" you begin to interject, but I interrupt you with, "Not just any shirt mind you! But a black polo shirt with the SoF logo emblazoned on the left breast." I'm delighted, I'm astounded, I really don't have words to describe this. Once again I came to the Fools feeling dejected and depressed and left incredibly happy. How do they do that? Thanks guys. Thanks a lot!
Moving beyond metaphysical queries, I've got another little bit of writing for ya'll. This is a glimpse into Jared's deeply shrouded and incredibly mysterious past...
~ The young pilot stepped forward resolutely, if not arrogantly.
"Sir you sent for me, sir?"
His eyes stayed obediently on the far wall as he addressed his SO.
"Yeah Slammer, I sent for ya'. Any guesses as to why?"
"Sir I have no clue. Probably something to do with my flying, sir."
Admiral Levy feigned shock. "Your flying? Why in heaven's name would I have a problem with your flying?"
Jared knew the drill by now. Levy liked a confession, preferably with a repentant attitude. Jared had not yet perfected his repentant attitude. He knew that after 10 or 15 minutes of listening to Levy go off about everything but the weather, and sometimes that as well, he would be assigned "discipline", usually taking the form of mess duty, solitary, or grounding. Sometimes all three.
The fellers in mess really enjoyed Jared's company, and Jared usually enjoyed his own company, so the first two weren't that bad. The grounding was really the only one that bothered him and he didn't have to worry about it to often. Levy liked keeping him in the air. Despite his "attitude problem" Jared was a good pilot. Levy most often went for the solitary, and it was this habit that had earned Jared his call name.
It was a well documented fact that "Slammer" had logged nearly a thousand air hours and at least that many in solitary. The general opinion aboard the USS Nimitz was that Jared spent all his time in solitary coming up with new ways to bend the rules and thus irritate Levy.
Admiral Levy finally fell silent and looked Jared over. The boy was barely out of his teens, couldn't even buy himself a beer, and yet he was one of the best pilots that Levy and the Nimitz had ever seen. If only he could keep his mind on just flying the plane by the rules!
"You're in solitary Slammer. 3 days."
"Sir yes, sir."
The boy was still to stinking arrogant.
"You'll only come out for the scheduled training runs the day after tomorrow."
"Sir yes, sir." Jared repeated with a perfectly unreadable face. Levy finally gave up.
"That'll be all."
As Jared escorted himself to solitary he whistled and grinned at everyone he passed. He'd been a little worried that Levy would go for grounding him this time, but as it turned out he wouldn't even miss the training run. He really did have excellent luck. ~
As most anybody who reads this will already know, a stupendously awesome thing happened yesterday. I was given a shirt. "What the-" you begin to interject, but I interrupt you with, "Not just any shirt mind you! But a black polo shirt with the SoF logo emblazoned on the left breast." I'm delighted, I'm astounded, I really don't have words to describe this. Once again I came to the Fools feeling dejected and depressed and left incredibly happy. How do they do that? Thanks guys. Thanks a lot!
Moving beyond metaphysical queries, I've got another little bit of writing for ya'll. This is a glimpse into Jared's deeply shrouded and incredibly mysterious past...
~ The young pilot stepped forward resolutely, if not arrogantly.
"Sir you sent for me, sir?"
His eyes stayed obediently on the far wall as he addressed his SO.
"Yeah Slammer, I sent for ya'. Any guesses as to why?"
"Sir I have no clue. Probably something to do with my flying, sir."
Admiral Levy feigned shock. "Your flying? Why in heaven's name would I have a problem with your flying?"
Jared knew the drill by now. Levy liked a confession, preferably with a repentant attitude. Jared had not yet perfected his repentant attitude. He knew that after 10 or 15 minutes of listening to Levy go off about everything but the weather, and sometimes that as well, he would be assigned "discipline", usually taking the form of mess duty, solitary, or grounding. Sometimes all three.
The fellers in mess really enjoyed Jared's company, and Jared usually enjoyed his own company, so the first two weren't that bad. The grounding was really the only one that bothered him and he didn't have to worry about it to often. Levy liked keeping him in the air. Despite his "attitude problem" Jared was a good pilot. Levy most often went for the solitary, and it was this habit that had earned Jared his call name.
It was a well documented fact that "Slammer" had logged nearly a thousand air hours and at least that many in solitary. The general opinion aboard the USS Nimitz was that Jared spent all his time in solitary coming up with new ways to bend the rules and thus irritate Levy.
Admiral Levy finally fell silent and looked Jared over. The boy was barely out of his teens, couldn't even buy himself a beer, and yet he was one of the best pilots that Levy and the Nimitz had ever seen. If only he could keep his mind on just flying the plane by the rules!
"You're in solitary Slammer. 3 days."
"Sir yes, sir."
The boy was still to stinking arrogant.
"You'll only come out for the scheduled training runs the day after tomorrow."
"Sir yes, sir." Jared repeated with a perfectly unreadable face. Levy finally gave up.
"That'll be all."
As Jared escorted himself to solitary he whistled and grinned at everyone he passed. He'd been a little worried that Levy would go for grounding him this time, but as it turned out he wouldn't even miss the training run. He really did have excellent luck. ~
Monday, September 25, 2006
With special thanks to...
...my dear friend Benji and wonderful sister Christine, who's wisdom and knowledge inspired and propelled me to new and unsurpassed heights of wealth and prestige. I owe it all to you!
~ Sam tried to gasp, tried to cry out but couldn't take a breath. He could feel his ribs moving under his hands as he desperately clutched his stomach, trying to will himself to breath. It felt like there were knives sticking into his lungs.
The edges of his vision began to go foggy and it suddenly washed over him. Through the pain he felt his legs and arms go numb. He would die here. They would kill him, in as slow a manner as possible, and he would die before America, his home, his Mother Country, bothered to come get him.
There was never a time in Sam's life that he'd felt so spectacularly alone in the universe. Up to this point he'd subconsciously entertained the notion that a bunch of special op's would come sweeping in at any moment and pull them back to safety, a bit roughed up, but none the worse for wear.
Now he was cut adrift. Hopelessness cascaded through him. There was no one coming. There was no point in hanging on.
At that very moment, a split second before he finally let go and plunged into the black void, his lungs decided that the battle wasn't over. After what seemed forever and a day of struggling to get that breath, it finally came when he'd stopped fighting.
Immediately Sam wished he hadn't taken it. It seared it's way down and stabbed into his chest. He gasped and rolled to his back in an attemp to relieve the renewed pressure on his ribs.
It didn't help. ~
There ya have it folks. Yet another torture scene by yours truly. Sam is not the main character in this story, Jared is. But my dearest (and only) sister claimed that I only ever tortured Jared. I mistakenly let slip that "Jared was easier to torture." By which I meant that he lent his character more readily to torture scenes, not that he was more fun to torture. And so to prove her wrong I started writing about poor Sam more. Please do leave me feedback on it. Honesty is always appreciated, but mindless flattery will also do nicely. :)
~ Sam tried to gasp, tried to cry out but couldn't take a breath. He could feel his ribs moving under his hands as he desperately clutched his stomach, trying to will himself to breath. It felt like there were knives sticking into his lungs.
The edges of his vision began to go foggy and it suddenly washed over him. Through the pain he felt his legs and arms go numb. He would die here. They would kill him, in as slow a manner as possible, and he would die before America, his home, his Mother Country, bothered to come get him.
There was never a time in Sam's life that he'd felt so spectacularly alone in the universe. Up to this point he'd subconsciously entertained the notion that a bunch of special op's would come sweeping in at any moment and pull them back to safety, a bit roughed up, but none the worse for wear.
Now he was cut adrift. Hopelessness cascaded through him. There was no one coming. There was no point in hanging on.
At that very moment, a split second before he finally let go and plunged into the black void, his lungs decided that the battle wasn't over. After what seemed forever and a day of struggling to get that breath, it finally came when he'd stopped fighting.
Immediately Sam wished he hadn't taken it. It seared it's way down and stabbed into his chest. He gasped and rolled to his back in an attemp to relieve the renewed pressure on his ribs.
It didn't help. ~
There ya have it folks. Yet another torture scene by yours truly. Sam is not the main character in this story, Jared is. But my dearest (and only) sister claimed that I only ever tortured Jared. I mistakenly let slip that "Jared was easier to torture." By which I meant that he lent his character more readily to torture scenes, not that he was more fun to torture. And so to prove her wrong I started writing about poor Sam more. Please do leave me feedback on it. Honesty is always appreciated, but mindless flattery will also do nicely. :)
Sunday, September 24, 2006
I'll have the Academia Cliche', and please hold the introspection...
So I've been meaning to write a new post for some while now, but truth be told, I haven't got much to write about. I think we all know that I could easily bang out a few paragraphs on how my classes are going, and what we did at the last improv meeting, but that seems just a tad played out. I've noticed all my posts are looking extraordinarily similar of late. Perhaps this is a commentary on my life.
I do have to throw this in. Any Fools that read this, you've no idea how grateful and indebted I am to you. Last semester was hard. My first time living away from home, first time in a big school. It's a huge adjustment to make. You all made a way for me to laugh and have fun, but not just that, you've become my main group of friends as well.
That having been said, I knew going into this semester that with the courses I have it would be hard, and I was right. Talk about hanging on by your eye-teeth. It's wonderful to know that at least once a week I can let it all go and just relax and laugh (not to mention all the other times when Ryan and Benji give me excellent academia related advice/support). I really don't know what I would do without it. I guess if you're going to be addicted to something, SoF is as good a choice as you can make.
Every semester there comes a time that I begin thinking things like: "Well gee, working at McDonald's until I'm 87 doesn't actually sound like it's that bad of an option..." But then I remind myself that anytime I'm out of school for more then a week I start to get restless and miss it insanely.
There is a part of me that is scared to death to graduate. I really don't want to buckle down and get a job and act like an adult. I have the glimmering image of a job I'll love and be excited to go to every day in my mind's eye, but what if it's not like that? What if I decide it's boring after the first week like all my other jobs? But then the tiny Renee' on the other shoulder is telling me that I'd better hurry the heck up and graduate because eventually the grant money is going to run out and I'm going to need a job that pays slightly above minimum wage.
Being a student for the rest of my natural born days does have it's appeal. It changes from week to week. I'll not be bored, that's for sure. But I really doubt that I'd like to live the rest of my life in a dorm. Although I have to admit it would be rather fun to go and talk with my RA about my mid-life crisis and menopause and stuff like that. There really is always a silver lining isn't there?
This little article has actually gotten quite a bit longer then I had originally intended. Just goes to show that when I'm in a mood to muse I should not under any circumstances be left unsupervised.
Let me see if I can't come up with a nice quote from one of my made-up people to wrap things up...
~ Just let me do it. I promise you, I'm not nearly as stupid as I look. What's that? What's that laugh? You don't believe me!" ~ Ben Johnson
(which funnily enough, Johnson is my mom's maiden name. Am I creative or what?)
I do have to throw this in. Any Fools that read this, you've no idea how grateful and indebted I am to you. Last semester was hard. My first time living away from home, first time in a big school. It's a huge adjustment to make. You all made a way for me to laugh and have fun, but not just that, you've become my main group of friends as well.
That having been said, I knew going into this semester that with the courses I have it would be hard, and I was right. Talk about hanging on by your eye-teeth. It's wonderful to know that at least once a week I can let it all go and just relax and laugh (not to mention all the other times when Ryan and Benji give me excellent academia related advice/support). I really don't know what I would do without it. I guess if you're going to be addicted to something, SoF is as good a choice as you can make.
Every semester there comes a time that I begin thinking things like: "Well gee, working at McDonald's until I'm 87 doesn't actually sound like it's that bad of an option..." But then I remind myself that anytime I'm out of school for more then a week I start to get restless and miss it insanely.
There is a part of me that is scared to death to graduate. I really don't want to buckle down and get a job and act like an adult. I have the glimmering image of a job I'll love and be excited to go to every day in my mind's eye, but what if it's not like that? What if I decide it's boring after the first week like all my other jobs? But then the tiny Renee' on the other shoulder is telling me that I'd better hurry the heck up and graduate because eventually the grant money is going to run out and I'm going to need a job that pays slightly above minimum wage.
Being a student for the rest of my natural born days does have it's appeal. It changes from week to week. I'll not be bored, that's for sure. But I really doubt that I'd like to live the rest of my life in a dorm. Although I have to admit it would be rather fun to go and talk with my RA about my mid-life crisis and menopause and stuff like that. There really is always a silver lining isn't there?
This little article has actually gotten quite a bit longer then I had originally intended. Just goes to show that when I'm in a mood to muse I should not under any circumstances be left unsupervised.
Let me see if I can't come up with a nice quote from one of my made-up people to wrap things up...
~ Just let me do it. I promise you, I'm not nearly as stupid as I look. What's that? What's that laugh? You don't believe me!" ~ Ben Johnson
(which funnily enough, Johnson is my mom's maiden name. Am I creative or what?)
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Oscar Wilde?...Is that you?...
Disclaimer: The above mentioned subject title has nothing whatsoever to do with the content and/or subject matter of this blog entry. There was never a time, nor will there ever be, when the author was/is in any way associated with Oscar Wilde and/or his associates.
Good morning Indiana!
As some and/or all of you may know yesterday was Friday. Being Friday there was an SoF practice as usual, and it went pretty darn good if I do say so myself. After a trying week a little helping o' puns, wordplay, rhymes, mime, and gibberish were just what I needed. I left a much brighter person then I came!
I had a couple firsts last night. My first Do Run and Dating Game. I didn't want to go home with either bachelors 1 or 3, The Roadrunner and Going Through the Process of Rusting respectively. But I did feel definite chemistry with bachelor 2 who was "the father of the atomic bomb" Robert Oppenheimer, and who I guessed was a mad New York scientist, despite Benji's excellent clues that, looking back on it, I realize really went above and beyond the call of duty.
To finish things off I'll give you a few sentences I wrote down in my little notebook some time this summer. Seriously though, I bet you guys are going to think I write only torture pieces. I'm here to tell you that that's not true. All evidence to the contrary. You're going to start thinking I'm some kinda freak...
~ "Stand!" Akbar roared.
Wincing, clutching his abdomen Sam tried to get to his feet, falling twice in the slick puddle of his own blood. Finally upright, he swayed uncertainly and was consumed by a violent coughing fit that left blood dripping from his lips and chin. A tiny disillusioned voice in a distant corner of his mind advised, logically enough, that that couldn't be a good sign and perhaps he should see a doctor.~
Good morning Indiana!
As some and/or all of you may know yesterday was Friday. Being Friday there was an SoF practice as usual, and it went pretty darn good if I do say so myself. After a trying week a little helping o' puns, wordplay, rhymes, mime, and gibberish were just what I needed. I left a much brighter person then I came!
I had a couple firsts last night. My first Do Run and Dating Game. I didn't want to go home with either bachelors 1 or 3, The Roadrunner and Going Through the Process of Rusting respectively. But I did feel definite chemistry with bachelor 2 who was "the father of the atomic bomb" Robert Oppenheimer, and who I guessed was a mad New York scientist, despite Benji's excellent clues that, looking back on it, I realize really went above and beyond the call of duty.
To finish things off I'll give you a few sentences I wrote down in my little notebook some time this summer. Seriously though, I bet you guys are going to think I write only torture pieces. I'm here to tell you that that's not true. All evidence to the contrary. You're going to start thinking I'm some kinda freak...
~ "Stand!" Akbar roared.
Wincing, clutching his abdomen Sam tried to get to his feet, falling twice in the slick puddle of his own blood. Finally upright, he swayed uncertainly and was consumed by a violent coughing fit that left blood dripping from his lips and chin. A tiny disillusioned voice in a distant corner of his mind advised, logically enough, that that couldn't be a good sign and perhaps he should see a doctor.~
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
It's high time...
...for a new post! I realize that the ol' blog has been somewhat neglected of late, but I've got good reason and just cause. I'm busy.
As for updates, school/classes are going pretty good. It's nearing the time for first exams. I was looking at my schedule the other day and realized that Friday will wrap up the fourth week of classes! Time flies when you're having fun.
In other news, the Ship of Fools callout was a huge success. And when I say huge I mean gigantic. Kyle estimated that there were between 55 and 60 people there, not counting Fools. The show was excellent and there were several very enthusiastic new audience members who I am fully expecting to return for a second dose.
Oh, and happy Grandparent's Day Nan and Pap. I realize that this is a tad late and that a good grandchild would probably call or send a card, probably even on Grandparent's Day, but I forgot. Sorry. I love you!
I shall end with a quote. *ehem*
"Aren't you supposed to shoot them? Doesn't that help recovery?"
~Benji-upon looking at a picture of the cut on Tiger's leg.
As for updates, school/classes are going pretty good. It's nearing the time for first exams. I was looking at my schedule the other day and realized that Friday will wrap up the fourth week of classes! Time flies when you're having fun.
In other news, the Ship of Fools callout was a huge success. And when I say huge I mean gigantic. Kyle estimated that there were between 55 and 60 people there, not counting Fools. The show was excellent and there were several very enthusiastic new audience members who I am fully expecting to return for a second dose.
Oh, and happy Grandparent's Day Nan and Pap. I realize that this is a tad late and that a good grandchild would probably call or send a card, probably even on Grandparent's Day, but I forgot. Sorry. I love you!
I shall end with a quote. *ehem*
"Aren't you supposed to shoot them? Doesn't that help recovery?"
~Benji-upon looking at a picture of the cut on Tiger's leg.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Updated Data...
I have titles for the pictures now!
The first (the horse) shall be called *ehem*, "Who Zat?"
And the second (the boy) will bare the name, "Shared Joke"
Just so ya know.
Seriously though, do click on em, cause...they're better that way.
I think...
The first (the horse) shall be called *ehem*, "Who Zat?"
And the second (the boy) will bare the name, "Shared Joke"
Just so ya know.
Seriously though, do click on em, cause...they're better that way.
I think...
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
And time goes on...
Well things are still going pretty good at Purdue.
The calculus homework for today was harder for me then I'd gotten used to. Oh you want the reason do you? It's because it had to do with integrals. Yup, integrals. Apparently I've forgotten everything I learned in calc 1, the simplest stuff was stumping me.
In other news, T. Rex has saved me from a horrifically ghastly death by a cocktail of MATLAB and despondency. In the throes of despair I called upon him for assistance and he came through like the tragically heroic aerospace engineer he is!
Tomorrow is the ballroom club callout which I shall be attending if at all possible, and Friday is the Fools callout which I most definitely will be attending. If my foresight is even in the tiniest bit correct that is also the night I shall be setting out on my return journey home for the glorious and highly celebrated Labor Day weekend. During which I shall be laboring...on calculus. I shall also pack and bring back a few sketching supplies. Speaking of sketching, I'd like to share with ya'll a couple of sketches I did the a couple weeks before coming back to school. The first is a horse and is entitled "Untitled". The second is of my lil' bro Shiloh and is entitled "Untitled". And since it won't let me add them to the page below this post you will find both "Untitled" and "Untitled" in the next post up.
The calculus homework for today was harder for me then I'd gotten used to. Oh you want the reason do you? It's because it had to do with integrals. Yup, integrals. Apparently I've forgotten everything I learned in calc 1, the simplest stuff was stumping me.
In other news, T. Rex has saved me from a horrifically ghastly death by a cocktail of MATLAB and despondency. In the throes of despair I called upon him for assistance and he came through like the tragically heroic aerospace engineer he is!
Tomorrow is the ballroom club callout which I shall be attending if at all possible, and Friday is the Fools callout which I most definitely will be attending. If my foresight is even in the tiniest bit correct that is also the night I shall be setting out on my return journey home for the glorious and highly celebrated Labor Day weekend. During which I shall be laboring...on calculus. I shall also pack and bring back a few sketching supplies. Speaking of sketching, I'd like to share with ya'll a couple of sketches I did the a couple weeks before coming back to school. The first is a horse and is entitled "Untitled". The second is of my lil' bro Shiloh and is entitled "Untitled". And since it won't let me add them to the page below this post you will find both "Untitled" and "Untitled" in the next post up.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Dear Diary...
....Today I met the man of my dreams-
Haha, just kidding. Actually I just finished my calculus homework. Now there's a good time!
Today concludes the first week of classes of Fall 2006 at Purdue. Go Boilermakers! So far things are going pretty good. I do believe that the graphics course I'm in will be quite fun. The aero course could get into some pretty tough material, but with my strong background in physics I'm hoping it will go smoothly. The calculus is going well so far and philosophy is still just philosophy.
Tonight the Ship of Fools will be doing a show at a huge "Back to School Bash" and I will be trying my best to tape it.
Speaking of film and Fools, tomorrow I shall begin my training for the elusive and revered title of Film Editor. I have reserved a computer workstation in the Digital Learning Collaborative that is supposed to be able to convert VHS to digital media. At the moment my plan is to try and put a couple small clips on the web for download, and possibly edit larger portions for burning to DVD. We'll see how it goes. I have 2 1/2 hours tomorrow afternoon to devote to the first attempt. If that goes well, flush with success, I shall reserve another small block of time for Sunday. If it does not go well then I shall return to my dorm, cry into my pillow, eat lots of junk food, and finally flunk out of school after spiraling into an irreversible and awesome depression.
Keep your fingers crossed.
~"What kind of savage do you think I am?"
"Umm, an ugly one?"~
Quotes by Robert and Edwin, respectively. Spawned from the mind of Renee.
Haha, just kidding. Actually I just finished my calculus homework. Now there's a good time!
Today concludes the first week of classes of Fall 2006 at Purdue. Go Boilermakers! So far things are going pretty good. I do believe that the graphics course I'm in will be quite fun. The aero course could get into some pretty tough material, but with my strong background in physics I'm hoping it will go smoothly. The calculus is going well so far and philosophy is still just philosophy.
Tonight the Ship of Fools will be doing a show at a huge "Back to School Bash" and I will be trying my best to tape it.
Speaking of film and Fools, tomorrow I shall begin my training for the elusive and revered title of Film Editor. I have reserved a computer workstation in the Digital Learning Collaborative that is supposed to be able to convert VHS to digital media. At the moment my plan is to try and put a couple small clips on the web for download, and possibly edit larger portions for burning to DVD. We'll see how it goes. I have 2 1/2 hours tomorrow afternoon to devote to the first attempt. If that goes well, flush with success, I shall reserve another small block of time for Sunday. If it does not go well then I shall return to my dorm, cry into my pillow, eat lots of junk food, and finally flunk out of school after spiraling into an irreversible and awesome depression.
Keep your fingers crossed.
~"What kind of savage do you think I am?"
"Umm, an ugly one?"~
Quotes by Robert and Edwin, respectively. Spawned from the mind of Renee.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Jailhouse Rock...
...OK, so most of you who know me will have heard me jest at least once about how collectively insane my family is. Those who know me a little bit better will also know that I am actually fairly serious when mentioning this. Before totally losing myself in the telling of this wondrous tale, let me give you a bit of history:
My mom divorced my dad. Not to much later my dad imported a brand new bride (Emmee) from the Philippines (they met via internet). On Christmas Eve of last year (yes, 2005) a child was born. Let me tell you something, it's kinda strange to have a new little half-brother that you will never get to know because you can't stand being around your father (do I sound bitter?). OK, that's enough history.
I just got a call from my mom and it turns out that my dad spent a night in jail. Yup, in jail. Apparently dad tried to choke Emmee and she called the police. He's got a trial coming up in a couple of days and there was a restraining order against him, but somebody posted bail and mom said that he was back at home today.
Dad was always violently tempered and abusive in many ways, but not physically. This is a new high for him.
My main worry at the time is that either Emmee will stay with him and end up getting hurt worse, or will decide to take the baby and return to the Philippines in which case my little brother Shiloh will be heart broken. He loves Emmee, but the baby is his absolute pride and joy.
Most of my family, though crazy as hatters, are fairly harmless...I thought...I still like to think...
It's interesting to note that I am now in the league of people with relatives who could be on Cops.
And you wonder why I'm strange...
My mom divorced my dad. Not to much later my dad imported a brand new bride (Emmee) from the Philippines (they met via internet). On Christmas Eve of last year (yes, 2005) a child was born. Let me tell you something, it's kinda strange to have a new little half-brother that you will never get to know because you can't stand being around your father (do I sound bitter?). OK, that's enough history.
I just got a call from my mom and it turns out that my dad spent a night in jail. Yup, in jail. Apparently dad tried to choke Emmee and she called the police. He's got a trial coming up in a couple of days and there was a restraining order against him, but somebody posted bail and mom said that he was back at home today.
Dad was always violently tempered and abusive in many ways, but not physically. This is a new high for him.
My main worry at the time is that either Emmee will stay with him and end up getting hurt worse, or will decide to take the baby and return to the Philippines in which case my little brother Shiloh will be heart broken. He loves Emmee, but the baby is his absolute pride and joy.
Most of my family, though crazy as hatters, are fairly harmless...I thought...I still like to think...
It's interesting to note that I am now in the league of people with relatives who could be on Cops.
And you wonder why I'm strange...
Sunday, August 20, 2006
The move had been made...
...And it feels good to be back at Purdue. I was pretty nervous about meeting the new roomie after last year's fiasco, but she seems very nice and friendly and down to earth (she has a reasonable number of shoes, and books instead of just make-up).
I've got all my stuff unpacked and shoved into corners. I think I did good, I didn't pack nearly as much stuff this semester. Granted, I did forget a couple of things...like the power cord to my computer (I bought another, rather then wait until I went home).
Which brings me to my next topic, I've got cable again! The dial-up is no more! The days of waiting ten minutes (or more) for a page to load are past! I can watch Strongbad answer his emails again! You can't see me, but I am grinning!
I just got word that there is going to be an improv show tomorrow night. That makes me ridiculously happy! I don't have to wait the 5 whole days until Friday for my improv fix. The world truly is a beautiful place!
I've got all my stuff unpacked and shoved into corners. I think I did good, I didn't pack nearly as much stuff this semester. Granted, I did forget a couple of things...like the power cord to my computer (I bought another, rather then wait until I went home).
Which brings me to my next topic, I've got cable again! The dial-up is no more! The days of waiting ten minutes (or more) for a page to load are past! I can watch Strongbad answer his emails again! You can't see me, but I am grinning!
I just got word that there is going to be an improv show tomorrow night. That makes me ridiculously happy! I don't have to wait the 5 whole days until Friday for my improv fix. The world truly is a beautiful place!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Deja vu....
Ok, so barely out of the gate with the first little survey post thingy and I found another one I liked. This one was lifted off Benji.
~
Fourteen Questions That I Actually Want My Friends to Answer.
1. If you could, would you want to live forever? Just "yes" or "no."
No!!!
2. If money was absolutely not an object, what would your dream job be?
Aerospace engineer
3. If you found a baby on your doorstep, what would you do?
Hug it!
4. If I suddenly turned into a goat, would you take care of me?
Sure! If you weren't one of those belligerent goats that is.
5. Honestly, how prejudiced do you think you are?
I hope not at all.
6. Who is the single most talented person in the world?
Ummmmm....this is a hard one.....Benji. Yup, has to be Benji.
7. Name something in your life that you think is a load of shit. (Organized religion, the price of gas, kittens, whatever.)
The general public's willful ignorance about environmental issues.
8. Would you rather not be able to write, or not be able to read?
Ooh, dang...I'll have to say write.
9. On a scale from 1 to 100, how much do you seize life by the horns? (100 is carpe diem.)
3
10. Name something you do to impress other people.
Leap tall buildings in a single bound.
11. Give yourself a new name.
Smiley McGee
12. You have your arch-nemesis in front of you and a license to kill. How do you do it?
I would bore him to death with my vast knowledge of how to gracefully eat rice and Mama's home cooked chicken dumplings with chopsticks.
13. Do you believe in an afterlife? Yes or no.
Yes
14. Do you think now is a good time to be alive?
Sure
~
Ahh, that was fun!
In Retrospect:
I entitled this post Deja vu, but could it have been more appropriate to call it Deja moo? The feeling that you've heard this bull before....
~
Fourteen Questions That I Actually Want My Friends to Answer.
1. If you could, would you want to live forever? Just "yes" or "no."
No!!!
2. If money was absolutely not an object, what would your dream job be?
Aerospace engineer
3. If you found a baby on your doorstep, what would you do?
Hug it!
4. If I suddenly turned into a goat, would you take care of me?
Sure! If you weren't one of those belligerent goats that is.
5. Honestly, how prejudiced do you think you are?
I hope not at all.
6. Who is the single most talented person in the world?
Ummmmm....this is a hard one.....Benji. Yup, has to be Benji.
7. Name something in your life that you think is a load of shit. (Organized religion, the price of gas, kittens, whatever.)
The general public's willful ignorance about environmental issues.
8. Would you rather not be able to write, or not be able to read?
Ooh, dang...I'll have to say write.
9. On a scale from 1 to 100, how much do you seize life by the horns? (100 is carpe diem.)
3
10. Name something you do to impress other people.
Leap tall buildings in a single bound.
11. Give yourself a new name.
Smiley McGee
12. You have your arch-nemesis in front of you and a license to kill. How do you do it?
I would bore him to death with my vast knowledge of how to gracefully eat rice and Mama's home cooked chicken dumplings with chopsticks.
13. Do you believe in an afterlife? Yes or no.
Yes
14. Do you think now is a good time to be alive?
Sure
~
Ahh, that was fun!
In Retrospect:
I entitled this post Deja vu, but could it have been more appropriate to call it Deja moo? The feeling that you've heard this bull before....
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
I came, I read, I filtched...
(from Ryan)
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
001. Renee'
002. Nay nay
003. Renesto
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
001. headoverhooves
002. joyful_zephyr
003. dark_lords_apprentice (yeah, there's a story behind that one)
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
001. eyes
002. hair
003. smile
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
001. chin
002. boobs (I don't care what you guys out there say, having boobs sucks!)
003. overweight
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
001. German
002. Cherokee
003. English
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
001. boredom
002. Huge nasty hairy bugs
003. failing classes
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
001. food
002. water
003. fire
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
001. Purdue baseball cap
002. Sterling silver-made in Japan-quartz wrist watch
003. socks
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS [at the moment]:
001. 4HIM
002. Michael Buble'
003. Jedi Cowart
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS [at the moment]:
001. For Future Generations-4HIM
002. Feeling Good-Buble'
003. You Don't Know Me-Buble'
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
001. intelligence
002. honesty
003. freedom
TWO TRUTHS & A LIE [in no particular order]:
001. I've had a horse jump on my foot.
002. I've read every book in our local library.
003. I'm missing an internal organ.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
001. eyes
002. hair
003. smile
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
001. improv comedy
002. riding/writing
003. reading
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
001. learn violin
002. learn crosscountry or show jumping
003. win the lottery
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
001. aerospace engineer
002. stunt/test pilot
003. horse trainer
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
001. Croatia (Plitvice)
002. Colorado
003. Australia
THREE KID'S NAMES:
001. Howard
002. Warren
003. Gladys
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
001. visit a pyramid
002. fly a very very fast jet
003. live
THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
001. I have the fashion sense of a garden slug
002. can't clean/cook, not interested in learning
003. Competitive to a very high degree
THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
001. I'm missing certain...equipment....
002. long hair
003. typically sensitive and understanding and sympathetic
THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
001. David Duchovney
002. Mark Harmon
003. Neil Patrick Harris
So there ya have it! Hey leave me a comment if you know which is the lie in the "Two Truths..." part. Hee hee. :)
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
001. Renee'
002. Nay nay
003. Renesto
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
001. headoverhooves
002. joyful_zephyr
003. dark_lords_apprentice (yeah, there's a story behind that one)
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
001. eyes
002. hair
003. smile
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
001. chin
002. boobs (I don't care what you guys out there say, having boobs sucks!)
003. overweight
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
001. German
002. Cherokee
003. English
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
001. boredom
002. Huge nasty hairy bugs
003. failing classes
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
001. food
002. water
003. fire
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
001. Purdue baseball cap
002. Sterling silver-made in Japan-quartz wrist watch
003. socks
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS [at the moment]:
001. 4HIM
002. Michael Buble'
003. Jedi Cowart
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS [at the moment]:
001. For Future Generations-4HIM
002. Feeling Good-Buble'
003. You Don't Know Me-Buble'
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
001. intelligence
002. honesty
003. freedom
TWO TRUTHS & A LIE [in no particular order]:
001. I've had a horse jump on my foot.
002. I've read every book in our local library.
003. I'm missing an internal organ.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
001. eyes
002. hair
003. smile
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
001. improv comedy
002. riding/writing
003. reading
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
001. learn violin
002. learn crosscountry or show jumping
003. win the lottery
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
001. aerospace engineer
002. stunt/test pilot
003. horse trainer
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
001. Croatia (Plitvice)
002. Colorado
003. Australia
THREE KID'S NAMES:
001. Howard
002. Warren
003. Gladys
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
001. visit a pyramid
002. fly a very very fast jet
003. live
THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
001. I have the fashion sense of a garden slug
002. can't clean/cook, not interested in learning
003. Competitive to a very high degree
THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
001. I'm missing certain...equipment....
002. long hair
003. typically sensitive and understanding and sympathetic
THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
001. David Duchovney
002. Mark Harmon
003. Neil Patrick Harris
So there ya have it! Hey leave me a comment if you know which is the lie in the "Two Truths..." part. Hee hee. :)
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Whadya think?...
~ Jared woke up in the pitch darkness, shaking uncontrollably and miserably cold. He clutched the thin, ragged piece of cloth that his captors so ironically called a "blanket" closer to himself. His feverish mind went to his survival training, "...if you're cold the best thing for you is activity. Do something aerobic...". It was almost funny. Yeah, he'd do something aerobic, if only he could stand up on his own. Everytime he'd tried to so much as sit up he'd either fainted or gotten so dizzy and nauseous that he'd wished he'd fainted.
He was confused momentarily by a strange sensation on his face, but then roused enough to realize that it was only one of the many beetles that came swarming out of the drains every night.
This didn't bother Jared as much as perhaps it should have, but then he felt that they were at least an interesting diversion from the rats, and if worst came to worst he would rather eat the beetles then a raw rat.
So far that hadn't been necessary. He may have wished he were dead, but he wasn't starving. Several times over the past few days someone had come in and poured some thick, bitter, pungent smelling broth down his throat. Most often Jared had simply vomited it back up mere minutes later, but once in a while he kept it down. Apparently they wanted him kept alive for either more questioning or some kind of ransom.
Jared's last thought before slipping into unconsciousness was a hearty hope that he would be able to disappoint them by dying in his sleep. ~
He was confused momentarily by a strange sensation on his face, but then roused enough to realize that it was only one of the many beetles that came swarming out of the drains every night.
This didn't bother Jared as much as perhaps it should have, but then he felt that they were at least an interesting diversion from the rats, and if worst came to worst he would rather eat the beetles then a raw rat.
So far that hadn't been necessary. He may have wished he were dead, but he wasn't starving. Several times over the past few days someone had come in and poured some thick, bitter, pungent smelling broth down his throat. Most often Jared had simply vomited it back up mere minutes later, but once in a while he kept it down. Apparently they wanted him kept alive for either more questioning or some kind of ransom.
Jared's last thought before slipping into unconsciousness was a hearty hope that he would be able to disappoint them by dying in his sleep. ~
Monday, July 24, 2006
A Plan is Born...
My sister tells me that it is high time for an update, and I must concur. I'm sure all ya'll out there are waiting with baited breath. Oh come on, you know you are!
On Thursday me and Christine went out to check on Tiger and found basically what my farrier had described. The wound was still yellow and weepy, not scabbed over, flies on it, and he's been standing in the mud, which couldn't help. Other then that he's doing good, his weight is about the same as when I left him and his coat looked good.
Upon leaving there we went by our mom's boyfriend's house to see if our mom and brother's were there. You know, just drop in for a quick visit while in the area. After describing the situation to my mom she told me that she and Gary had been talking and were going to ask me if I'd like to bring Tiger to live up there. Gary owns several acres, some of which are fenced in, and a big old barn.
So as it stands right now, that is the plan. I went yesterday and bought feed and supplies (salt blocks, fly spray, antibacterial goop, etc), brought what I had left at my house (feed bin, feed tub, scoop, lead rope, pitch fork, etc), cleaned out one of the stalls, laid down new shavings, put up the feed tup, and all that good stuff.
I talked to Scott (who owns a trailer) and hopefully sometime soon he'll be able to go down and pick up Tiger for me. Now that leaves me with paying for feed and vet bills again, but hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!
This could end up working very well. My mom has volunteered to feed and doctor Tiger for me, and even though there aren't any other horses there, Tiger does pretty good by himself. My little brother's will no doubt go out and visit with him (Tiger loves kids) so that'll make him happy.
So there ya have it people. That's what's happening. I'll write again when I have any other news. Thanks for the kind thoughts and notes!
On Thursday me and Christine went out to check on Tiger and found basically what my farrier had described. The wound was still yellow and weepy, not scabbed over, flies on it, and he's been standing in the mud, which couldn't help. Other then that he's doing good, his weight is about the same as when I left him and his coat looked good.
Upon leaving there we went by our mom's boyfriend's house to see if our mom and brother's were there. You know, just drop in for a quick visit while in the area. After describing the situation to my mom she told me that she and Gary had been talking and were going to ask me if I'd like to bring Tiger to live up there. Gary owns several acres, some of which are fenced in, and a big old barn.
So as it stands right now, that is the plan. I went yesterday and bought feed and supplies (salt blocks, fly spray, antibacterial goop, etc), brought what I had left at my house (feed bin, feed tub, scoop, lead rope, pitch fork, etc), cleaned out one of the stalls, laid down new shavings, put up the feed tup, and all that good stuff.
I talked to Scott (who owns a trailer) and hopefully sometime soon he'll be able to go down and pick up Tiger for me. Now that leaves me with paying for feed and vet bills again, but hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!
This could end up working very well. My mom has volunteered to feed and doctor Tiger for me, and even though there aren't any other horses there, Tiger does pretty good by himself. My little brother's will no doubt go out and visit with him (Tiger loves kids) so that'll make him happy.
So there ya have it people. That's what's happening. I'll write again when I have any other news. Thanks for the kind thoughts and notes!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Concerned N' Anxious in Southern Indiana...
So yesterday my farrier (Scott) stopped by the house. That would normally be a joyous and celebrated occasion, but he brought a bit of...uncomfortable (bad is to strong a word) news. He saw Tiger (my horse as you regular readers know) a couple weeks ago and the cut that I was told wasn't real real bad was yet still gaping and weepy. He said that he thought it should have been being wrapped all this time. From the sounds of it the cut will probably never close completely just because of the build of his feet and the unfortunate placement of the cut (gash? slash? I'm not real sure.). Tiger is not lamed from it, and seems to be walking normally, but by now the cut should at least be scabbed over. This has me quite worried. I am definitely going up to take a look at it after work tomorrow. Scott didn't and couldn't say that this in particular was reason enough to move him, stuff just happens sometimes. But he said he did have a niggling feeling in the back of his mind about the intelligence of leaving him there. Oddly enough, I've been kind of having the same feelings. If Tiger was in any immediate danger Scott would have simply loaded him up and taken him off the farm right then and there, which obviously he didn't do, be he still wants me to go take a look at the situation for myself.
As of yet I don't have a firm game plan for the instance where I want to move him immediately. I have a couple vague possibilities rattling around in my mind, but nothing I can absolutely count on.
Also, if it is very bad then I'll probably get my vet out to take a look at it for me, and that costs money! They had a vet look at him, right after it happened, but it was a vet that doesn't exactly have a dazzling reputation.
In short: I don't know, I just don't know...I can hardly stand thinking about it, because thinking about it isn't doing any good, but I can't stop thinking about it either! I left the TV on last night until I was almost asleep because every time I turned it off, thinking about Tiger woke me up again. It bothers me....a lot.
As of yet I don't have a firm game plan for the instance where I want to move him immediately. I have a couple vague possibilities rattling around in my mind, but nothing I can absolutely count on.
Also, if it is very bad then I'll probably get my vet out to take a look at it for me, and that costs money! They had a vet look at him, right after it happened, but it was a vet that doesn't exactly have a dazzling reputation.
In short: I don't know, I just don't know...I can hardly stand thinking about it, because thinking about it isn't doing any good, but I can't stop thinking about it either! I left the TV on last night until I was almost asleep because every time I turned it off, thinking about Tiger woke me up again. It bothers me....a lot.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Can't tell time...
...with my eyes open apparently. Last night I set my alarm clock like always, factoring in the amount of time needed to take a shower and all that good stuff. I left the house for school "a little" early, but didn't figure it would be a problem because I have a good book with me and my new little Mp3 player. There's a test today and a little light reading always calms me down. Weeeellllll, round about the time I figured other people should be showing up already, my sister (who's in another class) walks in. Did I mention that last night my watch stopped? Well it did. Don't do dishes in a non-water resistant watch. I greet her and ask if she knows what time it is by the by. She says "Yeah, a little after 8:00." Class starts at 9:00. Yup, somehow even with looking at my alarm clock and the microwave clock I totally missed that I was leaving an hour early. I have three excuses for this. My watch was stopped (it's started again now), and although it's a bit unnerving to think that I'm that dependent on it, I do fall back on the time I keep on it, because it matches the time kept in the classroom. Second excuse: I have to be at work at 8:00, so possibly in my sleep fogged mind I missed the fact that I was not in reality going to work today! Thirdly, sometimes I can be really stupid. Rather upsetting that this should be one of those days...seeing as in half an hour I'm going to be taking a mid-term, but such is life.
Suppose I should be grateful. I could have been an hour late!
The moral of the story children: Don't depend on me for your wake-up call.
Suppose I should be grateful. I could have been an hour late!
The moral of the story children: Don't depend on me for your wake-up call.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Redemption....
...is ours!!! As some of you may know July the 8th was my grandmother's birthday. Yes indeedy. And some of you may also know that my sister and I performed an improv skit in honor of the occasion. Most of you no doubt know that the last skit we did was an abysmal failure. Not so this time around!
The skit was grounded on the idea that Nan (grandma) needed a screen name and/or email address, so we made up several humorous options based upon her certain interests and/or assets. That alone does not seem very funny. But they were. I assure you they were. At least coupled with the dialogue and explanation that went along with it, it was interesting.
My favorite lines:
"Like the year on a fine bottle of wine."
"Yeah, or cheese."
"Yes, like the year on a fine bottle of cheese!"
All this done in a thick Cockney accent. Yeah, there's background to that. But anyway, all in all it turned out rather good in my opinion. Nan promised that she really would choose one of the screen names that we made up for her.
We're going to hold you to that Nan.
The skit was grounded on the idea that Nan (grandma) needed a screen name and/or email address, so we made up several humorous options based upon her certain interests and/or assets. That alone does not seem very funny. But they were. I assure you they were. At least coupled with the dialogue and explanation that went along with it, it was interesting.
My favorite lines:
"Like the year on a fine bottle of wine."
"Yeah, or cheese."
"Yes, like the year on a fine bottle of cheese!"
All this done in a thick Cockney accent. Yeah, there's background to that. But anyway, all in all it turned out rather good in my opinion. Nan promised that she really would choose one of the screen names that we made up for her.
We're going to hold you to that Nan.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Book review...
...time ladies and gents! At this time I am reading book no. 2 (entitled: The Stone of Tears) in the 8 book The Sword of Truth series. It's superb, very edge-of-your-seat kind of reading. It is fantasy (you know, magic, dragons, wizards, all that good stuff) but extremely well written. It really draws you in. You find yourself thinking about the characters at unusual, un-book-related times during the day, and wishing you could get back to reading the book instead of eating, sleeping, studying, working, or whatever else you do.
The author has a rather unique way of pulling the plot line off in different directions. He leaves one or two characters somewhere and does a chapter (or a few) on somebody else. That sounds confusing with the way I just put it, but it's really not.
Now I will say that I do not recommend these books for the extremely young, innocent or faint of heart. They are books about a war, and they are detailed.
There are a couple scenes that I've noticed seem to drag on a bit. You get the gist of it and are ready to move on, but the characters just keep talking and talking and talking. I've written a couple scenes like that myself, so I'm not about to call the kettle black. All I'm saying is you might find yourself skimming a bit during these parts, but the rest of the excellent writing more the makes up for it!
I'm not a big crier (at least not over books) but there have been a couple scenes in these books that had even me tearing up. That's good writing!
So children, the moral of the story is that you should go the your local library and check out the first book in the series. It's called Wizard's First Rule by Terry Goodkind.
The author has a rather unique way of pulling the plot line off in different directions. He leaves one or two characters somewhere and does a chapter (or a few) on somebody else. That sounds confusing with the way I just put it, but it's really not.
Now I will say that I do not recommend these books for the extremely young, innocent or faint of heart. They are books about a war, and they are detailed.
There are a couple scenes that I've noticed seem to drag on a bit. You get the gist of it and are ready to move on, but the characters just keep talking and talking and talking. I've written a couple scenes like that myself, so I'm not about to call the kettle black. All I'm saying is you might find yourself skimming a bit during these parts, but the rest of the excellent writing more the makes up for it!
I'm not a big crier (at least not over books) but there have been a couple scenes in these books that had even me tearing up. That's good writing!
So children, the moral of the story is that you should go the your local library and check out the first book in the series. It's called Wizard's First Rule by Terry Goodkind.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Back in the swing...
...of things here at home. As some of you may know, I am taking a six week chemistry course here at IUS because I failed it the first time around when I took it at Purdue. This is not something I plan to make a habit out of!!! But anyway, this time it is going exponentially better. Fantastically better! Round about the middle of last semester when they switched teachers on us right before the mid-term, I realized that it wasn't all me. I learned more in that first 50 minute class with the new teacher then I had all semester long with the old one. Granted, chemistry isn't exactly my niche in the academic world, but I generally don't fail things just for fun. So this time around, with Dr. Fleischer giving excellent instruction, I am actually understanding lectures and then I go home and can actually do the homework with minimal panic attacks, slavering, wailing and gnashing of teeth. It's swell.
It is kind of strange being back at IUS, especially with my favorite teacher gone on sabbatical (the Most Wise and Honorable Physics Professor, Dr. Forinash). I do miss Purdue, I am looking forward to coming back there, and I really really hope that the fall semester goes extraordinarily well, so I can get extraordinarily good grades.
That's about all I can think of to say right now so until next time, the moral children, of this little story is never never ever give up.
It is kind of strange being back at IUS, especially with my favorite teacher gone on sabbatical (the Most Wise and Honorable Physics Professor, Dr. Forinash). I do miss Purdue, I am looking forward to coming back there, and I really really hope that the fall semester goes extraordinarily well, so I can get extraordinarily good grades.
That's about all I can think of to say right now so until next time, the moral children, of this little story is never never ever give up.
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