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Listening: ‘Dancing with Myself’ by Billy Idol

Reading: ‘The Many Dimensions of Douche’ (This is not a word that I tend to use. However, I found her descriptions hilariously accurate. Particularly The Musician. I’m just sayin.)

Thinking: Not my proudest “report card” but I passed all of my classes. After this semester, that is enough.

How to Annoy Me: Your mere existence is sometimes plenty.

How to Charm Me: Be the calm, rational one when I snap at you because I’m tired and emotionally drawn.

Quote of the Day: Christianity has become our Shawshank, and our redemption will only come if we find the courage to escape the prison we have created for ourselves. – Erwin McManus

Listening: Black Liberation Theology: A Historical Perspective: NPR (Once again, for school.)

Reading: School, school, school. Blah!

Thinking: I need a golden ball of string. 😉

How to Annoy Me: Stop every 5 minutes to say “If you’re just joining us, this is what we’ve been talking about for the last 20 minutes.” I’m not just joining you. Move it!

How to Charm Me: Talk me down off a ledge when I’m having a panic attack over my self-defense class.

Quote for the Day: “Friendship,” said Christopher Robin, “is a very comforting sort of thing to have.” – A.A. Milne

When the people who designed writing styles were coming up with them, they forgot one. We have Chicago. We have APA, which is American Psychological Association (only had to use that one once, thank God.) And we have MLA, which is the Modern Language Association.

But they forgot my personal favorite: KMA which is Kiss My Ass(ociation).

I am soooooo ready for summer break. :-X

Before you read any further, know that there may be spoilers if you have not read the book or seen the movie. If you are planning on seeing it at sometime, be warned. It will rip out your heart and never give it back. It will tear asunder all hope. You will leave the movie a much more bleak, sardonic, and cynical person.

Today I was driving to class and wanted to get there early so I would have extra time to study for our test. I pull my car out of the garage and the first thing I notice is the extremely dense cloud of fog surrounding me. My first thought is “Lord, don’t let anyone hit me.” So I’m driving along very carefully and fortunately, not many cars seem to be out. Suddenly, the thought strikes me: this scene feels familiar. Why am I getting a sense of deja vu? OMG, this looks like that scene from ‘The Mist’!

So like any rational human being, I take fantasy and inject it into reality in order to completely inundate myself in panic. As I keep driving, a few drops of water land on my windshield. My first thought is “Great, rain. As if it’s not hard enough to see……” followed closely by “…….wait. What if that’s not rain? What if it’s saliva dripping down from the 3000 foot tall monster that is looming over me?!”

By the time I get to class, I have completely convinced myself that the government was screwing around and ripped a hole in the universe and these monsters have come through and are wreaking havoc all over the earth. That’s why there’s a mist. That’s why so few people were out. WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE! And I’m going to end up in a store with radioactive spiders and I’m going to meet some guy with a kid and the audience is going to think that we’re going to get together but he’s going to have to shoot me and the kid in the end, right before the military arrives to save the day.

Did I mention there would be spoilers?

Then I got out of class and the sky was blue and the sun was shining and all was right in my world again. There was no mist. There was no guy and no kid. And, best of all, there were no spiders.

*THAT* is how the movie *SHOULD* have ended. I might have retained some of my heart and soul. I might not have been so distraught I couldn’t even form a sentence. I might not have been repeatedly threatening to kill Stephen King. And I might be just a tad more sane.

This is my take home lesson from my Survey of African American Culture class this semester.

Today was absolutely gorgeous out. The sun was shining, there were hardly any clouds, the sky was a lovely shade of blue. I remember walking with my friend Lisa at Liberty and it was one of those “beginning to get warm after too many months of snow” days and she looked up at the sky and said “That is my favorite shade of blue.” Blue is my favorite color but I don’t know that I can narrow it down past that.

Less than a month until I can get a new cell phone. Thank God! If I have to put up with many more calls where I can barely hear whoever I’m talking to, this phone is going in a pond somewhere. I don’t care where but it will be sleeping with the fishes.

Hung out with Shane and Adam tonight after our Maundy Thursday (I *always* think of ‘The Godfather’ when I hear that) service. I swear every time I hang out with Shane, somehow we start talking about horrific scenes in movies and we always cover “the curb scene” in ‘American History X’, a torture scene in a George Clooney movie, and a scene from ‘Payback’. Every frigging time! And then Shane and Adam started talking about ‘American Idol’ and I was out. Sometimes I think I should watch some of these shows so I know what people are talking about but mostly I just don’t care! I’ll watch the dance ones but only ‘So You Think You Can Dance?’ and ‘America’s Best Dance Crew’ have kept my attention. At any rate, apparently there is a girl with a really thick Irish accent on Idol and those two were going on and on about her. So now I want to at least see her sing. I guess her accent disappears when she sings and that always fascinates me.

My body is still aching from my class Tuesday. I’m gonna have to be careful not to hurt myself because I was having a rough time of it in dance last night. And of course we were doing shoulder rolls but I just couldn’t do it.

I got an A on my first composition portfolio of the semester. That made me very happy. My teacher was all “Wow, you *really* knocked that one out of the park.” And I’m all “*blush* Thank you.” and then she’s all “Of course, you realize that you have set the bar really high for yourself for this next project, right?” Darn my brilliance. 😉

I’m beginning to wonder if Mikayla has developed OCD traits from having me as a big sister. It’s either that or she just can’t think of anything else to talk with me about because we have the same freakin conversation at least twice a day.

Her: How many days until your church? (She still calls it “your church” even though I’m typically the only one who takes her to church.)

Me: x number of days

Her: Are you going to wear your Easter dress?

Me: Yes.

Her: Are you going to iron it? (I made the mistake of ironing in front of her and telling her I needed to iron both our Easter dresses.)

Me: Yes.

Her: Are Reese and Malcolm gonna be there?

Me: Yes.

Her: What about Emmy and Bubby?

Me: Yes.

Her: What about Elijah?

Me: Yes.

Her: Okay!

Two hours later, lather, rinse, repeat. Maybe she’s hoping to incite me to a murder/suicide. If that’s the case, we’re well on our way. Actually, it would be a murder/suicide/suicide. Because she’s driving Mom up a wall too. *I* at least had the decency not to give into the impulse to throw my cup of ice water in her face when she was being obstreperous. Then again, my mother is the woman who, when I was two and decided I wanted to wear my food instead of eat it, got so frustrated with me that she took a big heaping spoonful of whatever it was (oatmeal maybe?) and proceeded to dump it on my head. I, of course, have no recollection of this. Partly because I was two and partly because I have the memory of a gnat. However Mikayla has a steel trap of a mind (she still remembers where I worked in high school) and will probably be on some psychiatrists couch talking about the time her mother threw Easter cookies at her because she was having a fit. That is how the women in my family resolve our frustration with you: we throw food at you. *Now* who wants to marry me, eh?! 😀

Speaking of the ‘M’ word, a friend recommended a book to me called ‘Getting Serious About Getting Married’. I plan to read it, hopefully once school is out. I’m curious because for one: it’s a Christian book. And the Christian books I have read on dating/marriage are, well, picture me with a spoon down my throat. I have a feeling I’m going to be doing nothing but mocking it as I read but my friend said that she wasn’t sure she’d agree with it either and ended up liking it. So I will do my best to read with an open mind.

My sewing machine needs fixed. Grrr. In case you’re wondering, yes, that means none of the sewing I intended to do on Spring break got accomplished. But I found a site today that totally inspired me. I’ve been itching to make another costume but just don’t have the time. Maybe over the summer. (Haha, Annie! “Not brave! Stupid!”) But that was pretty much the only thing that I didn’t get at all done on my list. I got my hair cut and dyed. (It’s not black but it’s a *very* dark brown. I’ll probably take pictures of us in our Easter attire and I’ll post them on here. I need to figure out that whole photo thing.) I got a ton of homework done. Not all but a lot. I got my Easter dress, obviously. And it meets Mikayla’s standards. 😛 (Since when do I let the 8-year-old dress me?) I didn’t get around to that whole curing cancer thing but I was a tad busy fighting with the sewing machine and my computer. Maybe next Spring break.

Okay, I think that’s it for now. If you made it past Mikayla’s and my inane, repetitive, and redundant conversation, give yourself a cookie. Ciao!

Listening: ‘Mr. Tough’ by Yo La Tengo (I’m utterly amused by this.)

Reading: ‘The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay’ by Michael Chabon

Thinking: I hope we don’t do shoulder rolls in dance tonight. My poor muscles can’t take much more.

How to Annoy Me: Get mad at my class for wanting you to slightly narrow down what we need to study for our test. I’m sorry but 19 different readings are not all going to stick.

How to Charm Me: Show me Christ by forgiving me for being a complete jerk to you when you did nothing to deserve it.

I’m not sure why I have felt no urge to blog recently. It’s not like last time when I realized I was “afraid” of the comments I would have to deal with. I just haven’t felt inspired. Of course, part of that could be due to the fact I just went to church on Sunday for the first time in a month. (Boy, was Shane right. I could tell I hadn’t been in awhile. I was out of my “rhythm”. It was good to be back though.) And I haven’t really had time for reading outside of school work. Being a full-time student can really suck the joy of reading out of you.

I’ve just felt tired recently. I know part of it is the weather. I like snow but I HATE winter. If winter was only a month or two, I could handle it. But 4 to 6 months of freezing cold and ice and no sun is my personal hell.  Winter drains me. And school has been a little rough this go around. I got sick for 2-3 weeks and it really effected my schoolwork. I’m used to being Miss Straight-A so failing two tests was quite the blow to my ego. Ah, lessons in humility.  But I’m planning on actually taking this summer off. I feel myself getting overwhelmed and stressed so I know that I need a break. I’ve been helping my mom with her pet-sitting business so we’ll probably put up some more fliers and get some more business flowing. I had been planning on plowing on through and taking classes through the summer but I need a break. As much as I want to be done faster, I’m going to try to listen to my own common sense. A degree doesn’t do me any good if I’m in a mental hospital.

Other than school and pets, I’ve been cleaning houses and doing a *little* baby-sitting. The good thing that came out of my job at the Hebrew school is I have 3 families that call me to baby-sit while they go out at night. Usually the kids are asleep when I get there and if they aren’t, they’re only up for about an hour. Now that kind of baby-sitting, I can handle. I’ve noticed my tolerance for children has lowered considerably. The other day I was in a store and some kid was screaming. Normally I’m the person giving the parent a sympathetic “I know how you feel” look. Instead I found myself fantasizing about someone building stores where only adults were allowed. (No, not x-rated crap.) I’m talking someone makes a Target or a Kohl’s or whatever where you have to be 12 and up to go in. I was listening to the radio a few weeks ago and there was an ad for a resort that had beaches that were specifically for adults. If you didn’t want to listen to some kid screaming and crying because it’s past his nap time, you didn’t have to. I thought that sounded so nice. Long gone are the days when I was thrilled that it was my Sunday to work the nursery.

I guess that’s it for now. It’s getting late.

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