Wikipedia. Better Than Cliff’s Notes

So the other day I ended up spending what was supposed to be a five or ten minute stint, which turned into over two and a half hours reading wiki-style. “Wiki-style” reading involves reading an article and then opening up new pages from the hyperlinks on those pages.  I was trying to figure out if certain books, of a trashy early gothic fiction type would be “kosher” to read.  Yes.  I know.  Totally contradictory in terms, but whatevs. After several instances of telling myself that I needed to go to bed, I finally decided to listen. Whilst I was winding down the massive amount of tabs, I realized something.  I now don’t need to read any of these books since in most cases the plot summary or synopsis was sufficient to tell the tale.  So what I’m really trying to say is that I sped read about thirty books in that short time span, skipping most all of the really weird crap and just giving me the good story line which was all I wanted in the first place. Yeah.  I cheated, but at least I can say I won’t be “scared for life” by my own mental pictures. Yeah if you hadn't guessed by now that I'm completely nutso from that statement alone...I'm at a loss.

Contrary to Popular Belief

I am NOT dead. Just very busy with school at this point.
Three tests
Homework
Two papers
Homework
One project
Homework
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree.

Did I mention that was just the list for this week?

There are quite a few things I'm sure I need to share, but at present I lack the functioning mental capacity to recall what it is.

Ah Facebook Facebook...

Thou art always good for a laugh.



Albeit slightly A-ppropriate.

More Cuckoo Than Ever

1. I just remembered that I have obligations to fulfill before this year is out.

2. Things are currently crazier than they have been in a while, and I feel there is no reprieve in sight just yet. What's worse is I can't seem to find a single place that is quiet in the whole house and there are currently only three people here. Sad but true. I need soem serious quiet room to sort out my thoughts and think. This sucks because when my thinking needs to be done in front of a computer it's usually in the same room as several other activities which are quite noisy and I can't focus. I don't want to be self-centered/overly selfish, but I seriously need to get some crap done around here before school starts! agh! dude...just call me Charlie Brown.

3. Maybe some day I'll get around to posting about my summer travels I've got a theme and everything worked out, but unfortunately it's at the end of a long list of other stuffs to get done over the next couple of weeks.

Quotes From A Book

I was reading a book the other day. I had started a while back with probably her most popular novel, and from there decided that I wanted to read more of her works. They generally end on a positive note, definitely have some food for thought, and while reading my minds often wanders (in a good way), relating what I'm reading to now. That probably doesn't make sense, but in any event there were some quotes that I really liked, so you get to read them here, b/c my FB is so full of quotes I've got a "backup page" full of them.

"I'd like to know everything in the world."
"It's more than everything in the world though...It's become much bigger than that. The search for knowledge and truth can be the most exciting thing there is as long as it takes you toward God instead of away from Him." (p184)

Quoting Einstein:
The scientist's religious feeling takes the form of rapturous amazement at the harmony of natural law, which reveals an intelligence of such superiority that, compared with it, all the systematic thinking and acting of human beings is utterly insignificant reflection. This feeling is the guiding principle of his life and work, in so far as he succeeds in keeping himself from the shackles of selfish desire. It is beyond question closely akin to that which has possessed the religious geniuses of all ages. (p185)

"'The true value of a human being is determined primarily by the measure and the sense in which he has attained liberation from self...What is the meaning of human life, or, for that matter, of the life of any creature? To know an answer to this question means to be religious. You ask: Does it make any sense, then, to post this question? I answer: The man who regards his own life and that of his fellow creatures as meaningless is not merely unhappy but hardly fit for life." (p185)

I'm Losing It

Not in the traditional Sally Field type mental breakdown, but more along the lines of losing steam. Yeah I know, but I'm young and oft times impatient. I'm still sticking to "The Master Plan" as DM would call it, but then again by MW's definition I guess that would mean that this particular slump would be covered. hehe



Enough with the cryptic descriptions. I'll just say that right now, I'm having a hard time waiting for things (ie school) to start, but I guess that means this would be the "planning phase."

I Have A Conundrum

Doctorate of Pharmacy or Masters of Nursing?

Your thoughts?

Hear Ye Hear Ye...

It's happening again. The brain drain is making rounds. Not that I was doing too much to feel overly intellectual, seeing as how my books of choice were merely fluff and rubbish that didn't require too much mental input to figure it out. Although I have realized in my recent road trip, the fascination with listening to radio programs back in the day. It's a little more enthralling at least for me than TV, especially when it leaves you with a really good cliffhanger.

I highly recommend this type of audio entertainment if you are spending copious amounts of time in your car any time soon.

In other news, I love my new job and the kids that I work with. They are precious and fun. I would post pics of their cutie faces, but I don't know if their parents would be kosher with that ;)

Just take my word for it, you've seen the nieces and nephews. Trust my judgement ;)

Second to last I feel like a total schmo because in my haste and lack of preparation to leave town I left quite a mess (not gross mess, just clutter). For this I feel bad because the girl I was renting from who owns the house had left on her honeymoon. Yeah, I'm a jerk with impeccable bridge burning capabilities(?) I'm trying not to beat myself up for it, or at least be overly negative. I've got a lot of other crap that I'm trying to deal with.

Normally and under previous circumstances where in this wouldn't really bother me because perhaps the situations weren't that great or they required that a cleaning check be passed and so no qualms. Real mature. I know. In any event this was probably the best roommate living situation I had ever found myself in. Not only was the domicile good, but I had a functional relationship with the lady I paid rent to who also happened to live there as well.

I know that she is already stressed out beyond belief because of her schedule, and had time permitted I would have cleaned it to white glove-ish-ness standards myself. The point is how do you make restitution for something like this from 2500 miles away?

Lastly in church this past Sunday, despite the endless idle chatter that pervaded my thoughts, I did come to the realization that I need to remain focused in the reason I moved back.

That is all for now. I'm off to check out the posts of yours that I have missed. Don't be too shocked to get a new response on a supremely old post.

The Time Has Come...

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."


OK so no not really. I've debated posting this for some time however short that time has been, but I feel I wouldn't be honest with myself or ya'll if I didn't.

Normally this is where I would interject some bit of humor, but I think I might just take Carrot's advice or at least follow her example. I lost my job about two weeks ago. In the ensuing aftermath I've had not as much time to think as one would suspect. I just kind of went into auto pilot mode and dealing with what's presently in front of me. I don't really want pity for the loss of the job, that's not what this is about. Yeah it sucks, but such is life, and I'm dealing with it. This loss was something that has kind of been in the works since August or so, well if we really want to get technical, it was May of last year, but I stuck my head in the sand so to speak, and held on to the bitter end, and bitter it was or at least slightly mangling to my hind parts.

In my searching and applying for jobs, I'm having the same problem I've always had. The stuff that sounds like I would enjoy doing and not get bored with right away excedes my present "qualifications." I know what I enjoy doing, and what I'm good at but the problem lies in reconciling the two. Yes, I understand that there is still validity in proper training for some positions (ie Doctoring, Pharmacist, etc). My biggest problem right now in job searching is the money, but I want to take steps that will lead me more in the direction of where I want to end up or at least where I think I would like ending up.

The problem is that the list of things I have ever seriously considered doing is so totally varied that I would essentially have to start from ground zero for any of them. I graduated from college almost three years ago, but the degree was in Home & Family Living. No I wasn't planning on getting the MRS degree, as most would suspect. I ended up choosing it because...because...well to be honest, I chose it because what I really wanted to do required the maintenance of a certain GPA, which at the time I wasn't entirely sure I could do, because I had definitely had my share of struggles in school. Eventually I took a class, ironically enough that wasn't part of my regular schooling, that very effectively reminded me that once upon a time I did like school and it was something that I did well in.

Because I didn't want to stay in school for another two years I took off the part of my degree that might have made me more marketable. The education certification, but at the time and even now I'm still not sure that teaching is really what I want to do.

I'm babbling here.

I also realized last week in my searching that the types of jobs I was taking were definitely not creating the type of resume that I would need to go in the direction I want to go. I'm sure that I'm not being creative enough or that I'm missing some very vital part to this whole finding a job/career path for me enigma, and maybe that's why I felt impressed to share this all with you. Who knows.

I guess my biggest problem is how does one turn a love for music, reading, and writing as well as a knack for knowing and remembering odd facts into a real job? OR better yet, what kind of job will allow me to continue to learn without necessarily having to pay to go to school all the time or at least pay me enough that I can afford to go to school on the $$?

OK now I'm thoroughly confused. I'm gonna go try to get rid of more "junk" that's stealing all of my valuable space around here.

I Had (Another) Dream Last Night

Psychotic or Visionary...you decide...

So last night started out like any other night.

Head

+

Pillow

=

Unconscious

Not too shabby I'd say.

Somewhere in my first REM cycle I had a dream. (Insert opening line of Everything's Coming Up Roses here) I wasn't quite sure what was going on, except from what I could figure it was Halloween or about that time, and I was at some sort of gathering which actually turned out to be a blog par-tay. Although in anticipation of a few other bloggers arriving, those of us who were there each put on a pair of these



to take a group photo with as a souvenire for them. After that there were a couple other bloggers who showed up dressed like this



and one in particular who was dressed like this



except the blogger's collar was gold instead of starch white.

*******
In other news:
I currently sound like Bea Arthur thanks to this lovely little cold I've had now for going on a week...Who knew I could sing Bass?



That's All Folks!

Merry Christmas To All...

May you be surrounded by Love, Peace, and Joy this day.


And may they have remembered to bathe before they came to dinner with their tofurkey for you and your family!


{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{BIG HUGS}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

So...What Do You Do?

To be honest I really couldn't tell you. After I get off work, I stay busy, but when someone asked me what all that involved I really can't recall. Is that horrible? Mostly I just do whatever I need to get done, ie grocery shopping, cooking food for myself and others, doing my churchly (reads like "priestly" in Nacho Libre) duties, and helping out my friends or whoever calls me to go do stuff.

As a result my room is still a total mess, and I can't find my winter jacket. If I were anywhere else, but the sandbox this would be extremely problematic.

Speaking of which, I'd better find it before Christmas Eve which means only four days left for me to figure out where I last saw it and where it wandered off to since then...I suspect I might have left it a la casa de Wormer's.

Skimmy Dipping 10

What’s in a name?

Apparently our favorite werewolf was named after a country singer, and his parent's loved the artist so much that they heeded his sage words of advice and encouraged their son to become a doctor instead.

J Waylon Black


The really ironic part of all this? He’s actually located in WA

More hilarity...side story...
When I was looking up how far it is from Forks to Olympia...I came across two cities the first? Carlisle...no joke. The second? Humptul!p...no.joke. I about lost it. I even had to zoom in to make sure that I read that correctly. 8|



More weirdness...I used to watch this show all the time when I was a kid...no clue why or how, just did. This also probably explains quite a bit.

Spelling Bee Queen

That is one thing I am NOT. I feel like since I’ve been working at my present job that my intelligence has rapidly decreased…or at least my capacity to spell words correctly.

For example: vomited/vomitted/ incontinence/incontinance/ transvestite…ok that word just looks like it’s spelled wrong.

“Why would one need to know how to spell these words correctly?” you might ask. Well I will tell you. It’s quite simple really. I don’t want to look like an idiot. In the words of the infamous yet hence departed Arugala(sp?) Queen

Don't walk the "I'm-So-Educated" walk if you can't type out an "I'm-So-Educated" type e-mail. Got it? I prefer to contact people privately rather than a group response anyway so little snarkies like me won't tear apart my e-mails. <-------Admission Of My Own Ignorance--Ignorance That I Prefer To Hold Close To My Bosom Rather Than Showcasing! Yeah, my bosom be ignorant- Arugula Queen

I think we might have to start a club
Ignorant Bosom Society*

Who's in?

*Not to be confused with that Oh so inconvenient Irritable Bowel Syndrome.

**Updated to add for Lady**

Civies

Ah Junior Civitans.

HA anywhere else, but where I grew up it would be a community service club, etc. I was thinking about my time in the sorry excuse for a prison, which most people refer to as high school and I remembered a time when I “tried out” for Civinettes...

And thus ensued my first experience with Sorority type groupings. Who else would unite in the name of community service to bait others with snobbery? As in most cases, I was friends with all the different people I wanted to be friends with, but they all fell across various groups of people. I had some friends in Civinettes, but didn’t go up for it Freshman year.

I waited until my Sophmore year. Don’t ask me why, there really was no reason. All I remember and will say about that is that my mother encouraged me to go up for it Freshman year because one of the club officers was a member and she would help “get us in.” That should have been my first clue right there.

During rush week their “try out” time you had to attend a couple different activities, a car wash, a dance/meet and greet, and then (insert scary music here) dun duh duhhhh the interview.

Needless to say in typical me fashion of the time, I missed the dance/social thing, showed up late to the car wash thing, and I don’t really remember the interview except that I knew most of the girls who were “interviewing.” Oh yeah and at the interview you had to recite their motto thingy. All I remember is, “I am a Junior Civitan…” *cricket, cricket*

Super Ick!

Hello! Did you ever hear about this? You didn't well have a look...no pun intended and then let me know what you think. Ick. Ick. Ick.

Should I Stay or Should I Go Now?

I think that about sums up my current dilemma. To stay in the sandbox or to return to the land of my fathers? Most of you aren't in the position that I'm in so I understand that that definitely changes one's perceptions of the two choices.

If I stay it would be mainly because I have quite a few friends here, however lame or not they have decided to behave ;). I finally found a place that seems semi-stable with also semi-stable roommates. Well at least they don't think I'm in the mafia, and have it out for them.

If I go home I would in all likelihood be able to get my affairs in order on a truncated time table, always nice to have more time at your disposal, or at least the freedom to do some other things I've wanted to do for a long time, but that's another post for another time.

Anyway. I don't think that this would effect any of you personally I would still keep the blog open, at least from what I can tell at this point. I see no reason to "shut 'er down." OH who can name where that one comes from?

ABC Mickey Mouse

I liked it. I snaked it.
A. Attached or Single? Single
B. Best Friend? I have several...apparently that concept is lost on me. :D
C. Cake or Pie? Pie. Hands down pie...this is also quite messy
D. Day of choice? Thursday
E. Essential Item? WATER. Good tasting water that is.
F. Favorite Color? Blue in every shade, tint and hue...almost
G. Gummy Bears or Worms? WORMS all the way!
H. Hometown? South Cack-a-lacky
I. Indulgence? Chewy Sweetarts it's making my mouth pucker right now. Or fresh ripe strawberries
J. January or July? July...just not in the sandbox
K. Kids? I love them!
L. Life is not complete without? love, music, blogs :D
M. Marriage Date? CR article A
N. Number of brothers & sisters? 3 sisters, tres bros
O. Oranges or Apples? apples...pink lady apples or honey crisp
P. Phobias? scary movies
Q. Quotes? Be believing, be happy, don't get discouraged, things will work out. (Gordon B. Hinckley)
R. Reasons to Smile? there is always at least one :D
S. Season of Choice? Spring
T. Tag some Peeps! For that I'll need marshmallows and a tagging gun ;)
U. Unknown Fact about Me? There are several ;)
V. Vegetable? Carrots...in Jello!
W. Worst Habits? Too much blogging! Not enough exercise!
X. X-Ray or Ultrasound? Ultrasound...X-Ray...depends on what it's for either is tolerable, unless your eggo is preggo "I've got a bladder the size of a shot glass!"
Y. Your Favorite Food? Home made
Z. Zodiac Sign? Bull Baby

Moody Moose...

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Apparently there's an echo in here. Well maybe if I take the echo mike away from my face it might help ;)

OK

That's better.

Where was I?

Oh yes I remember. I am feeling lamer than lame tonight. Why is that? you ask.

Well I'll tell you...and you'll sit there reading every.last.word. I can tell because you already are.

Not to go all emo/goth or anything, but here's the dilemma...it's Halloween. One of the rare exceptions where you can dress like a crazy person and people congratulate you rather than stare you down while wondering why they didn't program the insane asylum's number into their speed dial.

I miss being able to dress up whenever just because I felt like it...oh to be 5 again...ok maybe not.

I Digress.

So back to the dilemma at hand. There are about five different parties going on tonight, and unlike most Hallows eves this one happens to be on a Friday night, when you can play as late as you want and don't have to worry about being awake for work the next morning.

Yours truly is so codependent that she feels she needs friends as her security blanket in order to be seen in social events such as these. However, since her friends are being lame, and without good reason mind you, she's having a pity party for one.woo.

I even had a super rockin outfit planned and everything complements of Lady This royally sucks. Let the suckfest begin.

I would even go running to get out and feel better about things, but sadly all the little trick-o-treaters would probably just stare at me and then pass me in their sugar frenzied rushes.

I'll quit whining now.

Thank you.

Hello My Name is Simon & I Like to Do Draw-rings

Did I ever tell you about the time some guy drew my picture? No? Well here it goes. One evening this particular dude had invited me over to hang out. No big, we had hung out before.

On previous hangy-outty occasions it was established that we both enjoyed drawing, although I draw differently than he does. I look at the blank page and draw what I see there in the paper. Kinda like that one dude in Heroes, but I don't need any drug induced hallucinations to do it. I'm just that crazy. It comes naturally to me.

He draws what he sees or to attempt specificity more realistic, non-idealized things. I'd seen some of his previous sketches or pieces as it were and they weren't too bad. Well he'd invited me over and he had found some game cover and other inanimate objects for still life inspiration for our drawing session. I had actually picked back up on a previous sketch that I had been working on.

When I draw I get very engrossed in the work that everything else kind of gets tuned out. It barely registered to me that he was drawing, until my mind wandered briefly from the work in front of me, and I was suddenly hyper aware that he was drawing a picture of me as I was drawing. I had not yet seen the drawing, but I just knew that he was. It was an awkward feeling to say the least.

When I reached a stopping point, he informed me that he had decided to draw me instead of the inspiration pieces. I think it freaked me out a little more than it flattered me...not gonna lie.

"That woman was me........And the artist? PabloPicasso."

Your reward for sticking through this post with me?
I was gonna post a vid of this but couldn't find it...bummer.