More lyrics & misc stuff

• Got a full ride to Uni. of Maine. Not taking it. Therefore, 99% chance I need to find a job.
• Looking for jobs at Wright Patterson AFB. This includes possible intel or history jobs.
• My thumb still has gills on it. ^_^
• Most likely having four out of five finals on Monday. Go me.
• Music is my life, my soul, my everything. It makes me so happy. I hope I never go deaf; I love music too much.
• Took down my pirate exhibit. 8.5 hours (510 minutes) to put it up. 20 min or so to take it down.
• I'm graduating. Not that this is any big suprise.
  
• I am so happy Leigh and Steph are my friends. Even if they do live an ungodly distance away in different countries that would make me pay lots of money to call them. :-P
• The above statement is a testament to how much I love the internet. And being able to call a computer and chat in realtime without phone fees.
• I love my gerbils.
• Nick and Beth want to give me their baby rats. :-p
• I really really want to find a breeder of dumbo rats. No offense to the feeders, but I promised myself to get a dumbo rat. Preferably with a rex coat and black fur. ^_^
• I don't want to leave Miami.
• I don't want to graduate.
• I don't want to have to find a job.
• I DO hope that if I get a job, it's at Wright Patt, and either in Intel or History.
• Move-out is depressing.
• I hope my suitemates and I will get together over summer to hang out.
• I hope lots of people come to my party.
• I'm not expecting people to come to my party.
• I HOPE lots of people will come anyways and pleasantly suprise me.
• I am ready for an amazing volleyball game in the backyard.
• I either don't want the week to end, or for finals to be over already. But where I am right now is kinda ugly.
• Earthquakes are cool, if you're not too close.
• I have my class ring. It's pretty. I'll post pictures when I take them.
• My Poly Sci prof is having me help her with her website and html stuff.
• I therefore feel useful. I can help my teacher with her website! Yay!
• I need to study.
• End of rambling.

I lied. One more ramble.

• My daddy loves me. ^_^ So's my mama. I got a full package of Adobe Photoshop CS3 Extended edition. And it comes with lotsa other stuff. Including Adobe Pro, Dreamweaver, Flash, etc. Stuff I already own, but stuff that isn't 5 years old. ^_^ Mah daddy loooooves me. hehe. I can't play with it till after finals though.
  

~*~*~*~*~*~

Josh Groban
So She Dances

A waltz when she walks in the room
She pulls back the hair from her face
She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight
Even her shadow has grace
A waltz for the girl out of reach
She lifts her hands up to the sky
She moves with the music
The song is her lover
The melody's making her cry
So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently

A waltz for the chance I should take
But how will I know where to start?
She's spinning between constellations and dreams
Her rhythm is my beating heart

So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently

I can't keep on watching forever
I give up this view just to tell her

When I close my eyes I can see
The spotlights are bright on you and me
We've got the floor
And you're in my arms
How could I ask for more?

So she dances
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is
From afar calling me silently

I can't keep on watching forever
And I'm givin' up this view just to tell her


~*~*~*~*~*~


Josh Groban
In Her Eyes


She stares through my shadow
She sees something more
Believes there's a light in me
She is sure
And her truth makes me stronger
Does she realize
I awake every morning
With her strength by my side

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
Man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other
In her eyes I am

This world keeps on spinning
Only she stills my heart
She's my inspiration
She's my northern star
I don't count my possession
All I call mine
I will give her completely
To the end of all time

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
Man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other
In her eyes I am

In her eyes I see the sky and all I'll ever need
In her eyes time passes by and she is with me

I am not a hero
I am not an angel
I am just a man
Man who's trying to love her
Unlike any other
In her eyes I am
In her eyes I am

Long Time No Post

Yeah. It's been a while. I'm sorry. In case you haven't been able to tell, my internet is close to non-existent. I'm posting NOW because I'm at home, and have the signal strength to actually post. Amazing ain't it?

Things have been busy. I'm currently really sick. My throat is sore and raw and scratchy, I can hardly breathe, and I'm miserable. Bleh. I am sad some of you haven't talked to me much lately. :( Even though I haven't been on, I knooooooow you're able to send me messages while I'm offline on MSN.

I'm still in shock that there was another massive college shooting. I want to still be in college next year.... why, again?

Beth and Nick visited last Monday. With Rumples. It was amazing! I was so happy to see them again. (Yes, Beth, I missed you. And it was so awesome to have you all and the kitty visit me.)

My thoughts are kinda scattered, I'm sorry. I'd blame it on the medicines I'm on, but that doesn't really matter I don't think. I'd probably post like this anyways.

I want to roleplay. Somewhere, somehow, sometime. PLEEEEEEEEEASE can someone work with me on this!?

This is a busy semester. Tuesday I have my first exam, I have to rewrite a paper already, and so forth. Bleh. Sucks.

Grad results should be coming in soon. We'll see what happens with that.

I want to take a trip to Metamora. I want to go visit the Smokies. I want to go to Chicago and DC. Ahhh so much to do!

I hate being sick.

I miss certain people. A lot.

I've made several new friends.

My gerbils are the loves of my life right now. They make me so happy. They're so cute and cuddly and fuzzy and rodent-y. I absolutely dote on them.

And now, for pictures that I can FINALLY post online because of the internet being nice (btw, out taking pictures in the rain and ice and snow is a good way to meet guys I've found. Next time, I need to take a notepad and write down their numbers...):

One of the twins:

Talawanda:

Bell Tower:

Top of Upham:

Top of Upham 2:

Light outside Upham's Arch:

Horseshoe circle in front of Upham:

Southquad Stairs:

Lucky Turtles:

Lake Ogden Hall:

Lake Ogden Hall 2:

*whimper*

So, if for the next several days you wonder why I'm in a bad mood, sad mood, non-talking mood, this is why:

http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/AB/20080103/NEWS01/801030392/

Daniel Ferraro died last night. Now, it was a stupid way to die. You don't go making pipe bombs to blow up an old wooden playhouse in your backyard, which is in the middle of a subdivision in a very populated suburb. You just don't.

But that's not the point. I knew him. He was Navy ROTC. He was in Pistol Club. He was my RA (and a good friend of mine)'s little brother. I have known him for a year and a half, because of all my navy classes. He was funny, witty, and just cool to be around. I always knew him as Ferraro. He was just a cool kid. He was also only 19.

This is the fourth Miami kid to die this school year. Two were hit by trains (both theoretically suicidal), one ODed on meds that he shouldn't have had in the first place, and now this. But this is the first guy I've known, and actually known, talked to, liked, and was generally good friends with, who has died. I've known others, yes, but it was a distant knowledge. Barely acquaintences.

Now, we're talking ROTC people here. They're a close knit family. I knew this kid. And I knew him well. I can see his face, hear his voice, hear his laugh, watch him play pranks. He was an amazing kid, even if he did do stupid stuff.

And I'm also good friends with Victoria, his older sister, my RA, and a good friend of mine. She's the one that taught me swing dancing can, indeed, be fun. She's dragged me along to dances, and convinced me to get out of the dorms (bless her heart). And now her little brother is gone. And I have no way to comfort her. And this hurts just about as bad. I know her parents, and I knew her brother. The only person I didn't know in her family was her little sister.

Visitation is going to be on Sunday from 4-8pm. I'm definately going, and for probably all four hours. I need to be there for them. I love that family, and I want to do all I can. The service will be at 10 am on Monday - I'm also going to that. They only live 10 minutes away from me.

I've been a complete wreck all day. When mom told me about it this morning, she didn't know that I knew him. But I've been crying and depressed all day. I'm just a complete mess. I can't focus, I can't concentrate, I can't do much of anything today. So if I'm not very conversational, I apologize right now. But I'm missing a great guy and grieving for his family and my friends. I'm not used to people I actually know really well dying. This is a shock to me, and I'm still trying to cope.

I hope everyone else is having a better day, and I will talk again later.

Randomness

I was home only a day before I pissed off my parents. Unfortunately, this is not a new record for me. While I enjoy being home, it is difficult to get reacquainted with doing things at home and not at school.

Mom got me flowers for when I got home Friday. They're very very very pretty. They make me very happy, and are in my room cheering me up.

It snowed yesterday, making it very beautiful outside. Then it turned around, rained, and melted all the snow. >.<

I gained weight during the last few weeks of the semester (I think everyone did. Stress.) Perhaps I shall join my parents in this diet thing -- just not to the same extreme. I vaugely like my plumpness. :P Means I'm not anorexic like everyone else at school.

I'm STILL working on project X. Let's all pray I get it done by X-mas. If not, then New Years perhaps?

I miss talking to Nicky. I know you all probably think I'm crazy because of that, since you know, she refuses to ever speak to me again, but I do. She was like a sister. Unfortunately, we also fought like sisters. And unlike real sisters, I can't make her talk to me. It still hurts. But I whine about not being able to talk to her enough to all of you. I won't go on a rant or tangent about this. Just know that it still hurts and I still miss her.

On the other hand, in attempts to make me feel better and get my mind off such things, Leigh and his friend Darran are trying to get me to roleplay. Unfortunately it's basically like online tabletop roleplaying, which I do not - I repeat - DO NOT understand. But I'm trying my hardest to comprehend. Again - I whine too much about it. They're trying to help me out. But this way of doing things is so darn confusing! It's taken me what, two weeks to use the character sheet to get the character I already understand in my head? Madness. But I'm trying.

I want to go up north and visit Beth and Nick for a day or two. Make sure Nick's treating Beth well. ;) I also want to see Amish country. And the horsies. And the chinchilla. And the cat. And the snake, if they have it by time I get up there. And the swords. I love the swords.

I have four weeks to clean my room. *pause* Go on, laugh. It's okay. I already know the room will win.

Going back a few random notes, LEIGH IS ONLINE AGAIN! There is much rejoycing.

I sent Steph a package a few weeks ago, and she finally got it. Halloween chocolates, some cheese stuff, and a calendar. :)

It's very very very cold out. So Jasmine and I snuggled for a few hours this afternoon to warm up.

The gerbils don't like my parents as much as me. This amuses me, even though it offends mom. :P I do wish they'd pop their heads out sometimes and at least say hi to her!

Finals are done. I'm praying I did well. I only know my grade in one class. Which is kinda depressing. I want to know all my grades. :-\ Or maybe I don't... I have 7 more grad schools to apply to. This is also depressing.

Grad school is also scaring the h-e-double-hockey-skates outta me. I'm terrified no one will accept me and offer me an assistantship. Anyone want to clean my room for me?

Oh, I'm also somewhat writing a story. Some of you have read the intro. And unless everyone is being mean and lying to me, I think they like it. But I'm not sure the story is that good, now that I've thought more about it.

If anyone who reads this *cough* BEN! *cough* is in Mason over break, hit me up on the cell. I'd love to get out and hang out with people. :)

I think I will try to post a Christmas song each day until Christmas.



So, to finish, the Redneck 12 Days of Christmas:



Wow, somebody done been to the WalMart!
(Jeff) Man, this is the stuff I got for Christmas.
Well you cleaned up! Whadya git?

Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT.

Hey Bubba, you got gypped -- there's 12 days to Christmas.
(Jeff) I know that, I got it covered. Look over in the corner.
That's yours too?
Yea!

Chorus:
Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT.

Man, this ain't normal Christmas presents!
No, they're redneck gifts!
Redneck gifts?
Yea, you know, like
If you buy your wife earrings that double as fishing lures.
Or, if you can burp the entire chorus of "Jingle Bells"
Perhaps if you think "The Nutcracker" is something you did off a
High-dive.

Or, if you've ever misspelled something in Christmas lights.
Or, if you leave cold beer and pickled eggs for Santa Claus.

What's wrong with that?
I didn't say anything wrong with it...
It's hard to beat...

Chorus:
Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT.

Well, you can't really consider it a Christmas
'less you go down to the
Penitentiary and visit your mama.
You're not listenin' to me!
Get the car key outta your ear.
That's where the nine years probation comes in...
I'm gonna do it for ya again.
Now listen...

Chorus:
Twelve-pack of Bud
Eleven Wrastling tickets
Ten o' Copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of Redman
Six cans of Spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shotgun shells
Two hunting dogs
... And some parts to a Mustang GT.

PICTURES!

As promised, I have pictures posted. They're in thumbnail form here, so click them to enlarge to a nice, viewable size. Enjoy!

Caribbean Festival:



Dancers

Dancer

The Crowd and Uptown - yes, a storm is coming in. It actually cut the festival short.

The Crowd and Uptown 2

Isn't it a cutie! It's a Coatimundi. I think.

RAs Kari (L) and Becky (R), with random stilts guy who was being hilarious. And wanted in the picture.

LLAMA!

Me after my face was painted. Definately not a professional painter, but was fun anyways. We all got our faces painted.

MY RA Victoria, and one of her friends Tim, who is one of the people I now hang out with as well, it would seem. He's cool. I like him. I like Victoria, too. Else I wouldn't spend my Thursday nights playing DDR or Talisman till 3am. :-P

Renaissance Festival


Crystal and Ben at Renfest.

Jousting!

Wizard's Chess? Living chess board.

Ben in his skirt. Er, kilt. ;)

Me in my dress. I look fat.

Arrrrrg! Avast, mateys! Do not take me on, I am the terror of the, erm, festival... *shifty eyes*

Singing drunken pirates. Hilarious.

Swordfighting. Sweet.

GEORGE!:


Here's the cutie.

He like Star Wars. This makes me happy. He has suuuuch pretty eyes. And a really sweet personality.

More quick updates

• George does not like going back home. I don't know why.
• George enjoys Star Wars. I am happy about this.
• I played a game called Talisman Thursday night/Friday morning. Kicked butt against the guys who have played for a few years. Booyah.
• IT RAINED! IT RAINED IT RAINED IT RAIIIIINED!
• Leigh is MIA. I think his computer got taken away again.
• Went to the Caribbean festival on Friday night, until it stormed. Hung out with my RA, Victoria, the entire evening. Was incredible.
• Pictures of George, Renfest, and Caribbean Festival shall be posted whenever I feel like it.
• The GRE's suck. As do studying for them.
• I have a theme for my capstone paper: The Daily Lives of Roman Soldiers According to Polybius.
• I have a flameless candle that is amazing. So pretty when it's on.
• Mike was over for the evening - was fun. Watched SW: Ep3.
• I should trim my nails so it's easier to type.
• My room is still clean, four weeks into the semester. A new world record.
• Working on shirt designs for Pistol Club. They, too, shall be posted on here soon.
• IT RAIIIIINED PEOPLE! IT RAINED!

Quick Overview

Sorry I've been away from posting. Leigh is MIA. Steph is back from Denmark and is once again in Norway. Mike is busy with nature club stuff. And Jordan is back doing artsy stuff, working at Harris, and has no life.

My life:

• I have a new roommate. His name is George. He's dark and handsome, and has beautiful eyes. He doesn't even keep me up at night. Except last night. He was noisy then. For more information on the cute, adorable George, email / IM / call me. Jordan's the only one who has met him so far. Mike's seen pictures, though.
• Played DDR for the first time last night. From about 10pm-2:30am. I couldn't walk by time we came back to Flower. Besides the fact I was exhausted, I managed to not be able to connect what my eyes were seeing to my mind, to my feet, and make them do what the screen told me to do. I was what they started calling DDR-dyslexic. I got forward and back confused, as well as left and right. Was sooo much fun though. There ended up being about 7 different people in a single dorm room (RA room in Hepburn). So much fun.
• Two weeks of classes are now over. Where'd the time go?
• The ROTC people are making fun of me. But I think they like that I'm still there.
• I'm so exhausted.
• Sunday I'm going to Harveysburg, OH to go to the Renaissance Festival with Ben H. I won't mind if in the next month or so other people want to go to renfest too. :)
• I think I'll wear a dress when we go. I think it might be too hot to pretend to be a knight, or a pirate.

I'm gonna go to bed, and tomorrow

Update!

So. Cristina (Starry) is coming in from NY tomorrow afternoon. We're headed up to Dayton to pick her up. YAY! Hope she doesn't freak out when she sees my rooms. :P We both have summer work to do, so that's good. We can both enjoy the joys of summer homework together. She'll be here tomorrow around 1, and we'll take her back to the airport early early next Wed. morning.

We're gonna at least meet up with Beth on Friday for Harry Potter 7. Hopefully Daniel will come. (Not Radcliffe, sorry. MY Daniel, from school.) Hoping for a great evening!

Okay, back to cleaning. I really need to study, but I also need to clean clean clean. And call Prof. Cayton tomorrow. And and and and and and.......... soooo much needs to be done. I'm in panic mode. ;)

Okay. That's all for now. Hopefully Cris and I will put up photos later. And you can see all the fun we're having, and making you wish you were partying in Cincy as well!


(Mike. Steph. Gonna introduce her to Skyline at some point. Muahahahahaha.)


(Mike. Again. Yes, you. Whatcha doing Aug. 17th? It's the Friday before classes start. Let me know via email -- I have a question for you.)


Pirates to you all!

In case anyone is wondering...

... I've not been ignoring you. Well, I have, but it's not because of you.

I'm currently swamped, and I mean swamped, with work. Cristina is coming in next Thursday till the following Wednesday morning, and (PLEASE don't get me wrong) I'm suuuuuper excited about this, but I have so much to do! I feel horrible that I have sooo much work to do while she's here visiting! But my pirates project is due by Aug 10. 25 pages of essay, finished, and a display case. The draft isn't even written yet, not on a computer. It's continually revised in my head, but I still have to physically write it down.

But I'm swamped. And I'm not feeling very good. Which isn't helping. And I found out last night I'm incredibly, INCREDIBLY allergic to Jasmine. She happened to have found my pillow as a good bed yesterday, and when I went to bed, I couldn't breath, and my eyes were itching like none other. I never realized I was so allergic to them -- but I've had continually worse allergies since we got them. I thought it was just me. No, its my cat.


And oh so busy! I'm so sorry if people are getting mad at me for ignoring their IMs or being short (word wise, smart alecks), I'm just honestly too busy to talk. And if I do talk -- be prepared that it'll be me either stressing out or freaking out. :-P Just to warn y'all.

Okay back to work. Toodles!

Go for it.

Laugh at me. Make fun of me. Mock me. I don't give a damn.

I don't have many friends. I don't want them. You know why?

All they do is cause pain deeper than anything a stranger can do.

The more they know you, the deeper they know you, the closer they are to you, the more they're going to rip out your heart and cut it into pieces.

Now I remember why it takes me years to trust someone. Because then... then I assume they're not going to tear me to pieces. How ever wrong could I be. Those closest to you are the most likely to betray you. Kill you piece by piece.

Why did I ever learn to trust? WHY do people insist trying to teach that 'virtue'. It's meant to be broken.

One of the two people I trusted with my heart made broke it. So go on, laugh or mock me.

By time I read the comments or hear the words, my heart will be harder than stone.

It's safer that way.

Never did I think I'd feel what it meant to be 'broken hearted' because I never intended to let some guy break my heart -- I never intended to date anyone that I didn't think I could potentially continue to deal with and live with in ten, twenty years. Instead, I managed to have it torn in pieces by a friend I once knew, I thought decently well.

Damn it.





Damn it.

So go on, mock me. Mock the fact I'm a cold-hearted jerk. Mock the fact that I am friends with only a few.

Go for it.



But when I'm famous, and have these awesome fantasy books out on the best-sellers lists, when I'm teaching at that perfect school, when I'm famous and on TV, remember this:

I'm there and you aren't. Because that's all I can look after, really. Me, myself, and I. Because chances are, you'll ditch me too.

Just like everyone else.





Damn it all to hell.


Why? WHY?





Damn it all.

Yarr!

Pirates3 came out yesterdayyyy! I got to go with Nick, Beth, Daniel, and Loren. Tonight we had dinner and watched Pirates1. Yarr! Soo many references we caught in this one that were in the third. Click the pirate picture below to read more about it.

The PIRATE QUEEN

We had a lot of fun. Tonight we had brats and chili dogs for dinner, talked for a couple hours, then watched Pirates1 till 11:15pm. Loren and Daniel promised to help me with some projects I'm working on as well, for which I am very excited. (You know, these pirates pictures of me make me look fat.... -grimaces- Stupid poofy shirt. I KNEW I should have straightened it before I got my picture taken!)

I got lots of really fun comments at the theatres last night, as well as some amusing looks when I was driving to get to the theatre. No one even questioned that I had a sword on... then again, we passed a few people that could have easily passed as prostitutes and much more dangerous looking pirates than me....


Have I ever mentioned how much I LOVE hanging out with my friends?


Anyways. From here on out will be pictures that have been taken since school let out for summer... since they only got uploaded this afternoon. I'm still missing pictures from Brad's wedding, but when I upload those, those will be online too. Savvy? ;) Have a great night! (BTW, I hate the photo service here. I don't think I'll use blogger photo albums again...)

Me being ... me ... at Brad's wedding. Picture courtesy of Beth and my camera.

Butterflies! Me and my newest pet... for the five minutes he graced me with his presence that is.

Noah with his butterfly.

Really awesome butterfly.

Logan (left) and Noah (right) at the Butterfly show at the Krohn Conservatory.

Logan hiding in the conservatory. Most of you would love his shirt. It reads: "I'm not dead yet!" You guess the play.

Olivia. She's soo cool. We were filming a lacrosse game her dad was coaching. (Her old team.)

I'm faaaaaamous!

http://usspirates.blogspot.com

That should explain it. AHHH! Sooo happy.

I've been gone a lot since I got out of school - I apologize. I have been at 7 doctors in 11 working days. I have volunteered at the high school every wednesday. I have been at Kaplan courses every Mon/Wed night. I have vision therapy every Wed. Afternoon. I am ATTEMPTING to clean my room. I'm still exhausted / fatigued (hence all the doctors), so I sleep a lot. I have been mowing the lawn, and running up to Miami to acquire books of all sorts. I'm trying to do my Kaplan homework. I'm doing my research. And I'm trying desperately to talk to someone who said she'd talk to me two weeks ago and still refuses to answer IMs. >.< Now that one's frustrating.

Got a shot today. That was less than fun. But, I'll be healthier for it in the long run! Stuff like that I'm willing to deal with the pain for. With the world we live in today... yeeeah. I'll take the vaccine. I have two more doses to take - one in July, then one 6 mos from then.

I went to a butterfly show on Thursday. Did you know 23, 24 year old men act like 3 year olds when they're around butterflies and left to their own devices? Seriously! I felt like I was babysitting them both! But it was tons of fun -- I can babysit those types of kids. ;)

I'll put up pictures here soon -- I need to upload them all first. Two nights ago I went outside to take pictures of the moon and Venus (riiight next to each other - it was beautiful!) I had my regular camera, so it wasn't digital and had a telescopic lense. I then went to the corner of the street to take pictures -- and scared the neighbors. Not sure if they thought I was a cat burglar or what... but he came out and we chatted for a while. You know how scary I look with my camera! Yarr! Fear me! I should have good pictures though, once I get them developed.

So the latest doctor thought I was just seriously depressed. Am I? I'm only 'depressed' about one thing, and I can't fix that until the reason decides to talk with me. And I can figure stuff out. But besides being incredibly depressed about missing my friend that I angered last semester and she won't let me try to fix it.... I didn't think I was THAT depressed. I didn't really like that doctor anyways.

Okay, off to respond to the newspaper people, and then off to another annoying, irritating, infuriating class at Kaplan. Tata!


OHOHOH. Just came in. MIDNIGHT SHOWING FOR PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN WITH BETH AND NICK! And possibly Ben S. too!

I GOT A 4.0!

I GOT A 4.0!!!!!!!!

Can you believe it!? I GOT A 4.0!!!!!!!! Moved my GPA up to a 3.4, which still isn't good enough - but so much better! 4.0! I've not had that since High School!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I moved out of school last week - but haven't really been home. Friday - spent time with friends then went to a lecture by Matthew Stover. Was spectacular.

Saturday - GalaxyCon and Cincy Public Library. Research and Star Wars -- what a mix! Was tons of fun. Also bought about 13 books there. Sweetness.

Sunday - Wedding for Brad and Aileen. It was wonderful to see my friends again.

Monday - Doctor and voting and errands.

Tuesday - Eye doctor and errands, and trying to figure out how to get to Kaplan so I don't get lost next week.

Wednesday - up at 6 to go to the HS with mum and stayed around till 2, then came home and cleaned.

Today - Up to go to the orthodontist then had lunch, and now cleaning my room AND REALIZING I GOT A 4.0! (Amazing what only 15 hours will do for someone.)

Tomorrow - Up at 8:30 to call the doctor for test results and see where I need to go next, then go to Indy with mom, hang out there till dad's out of meetings, then go with dad to the booksale and ride back with him. I love booksales. It's been quite too long.

Saturday - go to Louisville for an early Mother's Day. Come back that night.

Sunday - Freedom? Maybe? Freedom = cleaning rooms.



I think I may be able to see again soon. That is super exciting, since this has been plaguing me for the last two years. I've repeated this several times already, so I'll basically copy paste what I've told people.

I already have 'accomodative insufficiency', which means that I have issues focusing from near to far and so forth - basically my eyes over-focus. I also, we found out, have this thing called 'esophoria', meaning that even though my eyes are perfectly aligned when I look at something, I see it cross-eyed, so I see double vision. Which is why, no matter how good of a prescription I have, it doesn't fix the problem, and words still look blurry. My eyes are young enough, apparently, that they're working overtime to compensate for this double vision, so I just have a major headache and see blurry instead of double, and it exhausts me cuz they're trying their damndest to make me see one image, but only succeed in making it blurry. So we're putting prisms in my glasses to refocus my eyes so they can comprehend what they see, where they want to see it.

I'm so excited! I might actually see like a normal person again!!! I need better vision before I do all this research - last year almost killed me because it hurts sooo much to read and see.

I GOT A 4.0!

Okay, that's all. Cleaning and working on research. Tons of fun!


PS. I have been extremely clumsy and full of weird luck today. Don't be suprised if I manage to hurt myself more before bedtime.

I can't make some of this stuff up.

I get a random note saying 'yeah I sold the kayak, want to go out with my best friend instead', a good friend started speaking to me again, I went on a midnight walk with a friend, burned myself MICROWAVING dinner, twisted my ankle walking down the hall after my final, and cracked my head loud enough someone outside could hear the 'thunk' when I woke up.

I'm afraid to move out now...

Could this week get any weirder? What a silly silly week.


PS. FINALS ARE OVERRRRR!

Boat hook-ups and Movie plug-ins

Pirate link, for those of you who were curious about the two posts after this: http://usspirates.blogspot.com


A response to a inquiry I'd had about a possible used kayak:

It is sold. I do have another boat...but my guess is
it is way too big for you if you were looking at a
wavesport zg like I had. It is a wavesport score. It
is for a weight range of up to 275.

Did you already find a boat?

Hey this is going to be a way off the wall question
but here it goes....

I'm about to get married and my best friend has been
trying to meet a cool girl that likes to kayak for a
long time now... I don't know you so I'm not even sure
if you are cool, but if you kayak that is a great
start. Any way, here's the idea...if you are single
and open to meeting a great guy then maybe I can play
match maker over a kayak that was never sold.

So there it was, crazy question. If you are interested
just email me back, I will try not to take a month to
read it. Maybe destiny will be in the kayaks....



I found this hilarious. No, I don't know what or how to answer this yet. But I found it hilarious and thought you would too.

Leigh's response:

Sunburned Devil /ES3 [Toast] says:
now that is a strange email
Sunburned Devil /ES3 [Toast] says:
you got that in reply to a reply to a boat ad?
Sunkissed Angel says:
i couldn't stop laughing
Sunkissed Angel says:
yes!
Sunburned Devil /ES3 [Toast] says:
wow
Sunburned Devil /ES3 [Toast] says:
"I don't have the boat any more, and btw, will you go out with my friend?"


Oh I love you guys.


Steph is gonna call me after she gets done at Millett, and we're gonna watch a movie or two. I'm excited. I know Pride and Prejudice is definately on the list. ^^ Possibly a war movie as well.



Now, for funny commercials (if this works):

Funny commercial 1:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sC1dxdBT-BQ




Funny commercial 2:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXV3yAGnFpk

I Hate Miami

I hate Parking Services.

I hate IT Services.

They offer no 'services' except, well, giving me a headache. So after dealing with them for an hour each, I'm no better off than I was earlier, and that was two hours I could have done something else.

I have both of my take home finals now. Let us hope the internet lasts long enough to succeed. And I get to wait around till Thursday for my last final. Bleh. Ah well.

Trying to still mend friendships I really screwed up earlier this semester. Course I'm finding that extremely difficult when it's a one way conversation. I even got the courage to finally leave a message on the phone, and hung up before I started crying. And it's still a one way conversation - by the looks of it it's gonna stay that way.

Trying to figure out a good week for Cris to come visit for a while. So excited! We're gonna have a Star Wars / LOTR / Harry Potter / Pride and Prejudice movie marathon! MUAHAHA!

Okay, time to return to finals.

Other Updates

Campus was filled with police today. -shiver- It was kinda weird... I'm not used to noticing them. But I saw two pairs of cops walking around, and everywhere I looked there was a police car/SUV in sight. I think just walking from Millett to Upham I came across four different police vehicles and two sets of cops. (For non-Miami peeps, that's about a 10 minute walk... down a street and across a two lane state highway. Two roads doesn't usually account for many cop cars.) It was surreal. Usually the cops don't have many visible weapons on them. Today... -shiver- They had guns today. Mace, guns, batons, whole shebang. I mean that much just doesn't really happen around sleepy Oxford. So yeah... just kinda surreal. We'll see if there's that much around tomorrow morning when I go back to Upham.


Other news. Early Saturday morning a 19 year old Miami girl was found dead on the train tracks around 3:30am, after a train had unknowingly hit her at 1:45 that morning. Didn't even know. Second train that comes through is the one that noticed her. She was drunk as hell. Blood alcohol level was .299. Seriously now. I know it's not nice to speak ill of the dead, but seriously now. That's just stupid. Kinda like having a memorial to kids who died in a house fire that THEY STARTED and were too drunk to notice, and tampered with all safty precautions. I'm sorry she's dead, but that's what you get for being irresponsible. Those trains blow their whistles quite loud - I can hear them with my windows closed, fan on, over a mile away. It's horrible she's dead - she sounds like she was a really cool girl. But add this to my mile-long list of reasons why more than one drink is a really really bad idea. And that even one is questionable if you're not home with people you're safe with. I know I don't trust many people here to help me if I were drunk - school's not a good place for that stuff. I think Mike and Jordan are the only two people I trust to you know, get me home in one piece if I were ever stupid enough to get drunk. (Ha, right. I still have a bottle of mead in my fridge I need to finish. I've had it all semester. Hrm.)

I'm thinking I can get Jordan to do some more RPing with me and finish a story we started. I started reading old ones of mine and Nic's - damn they were good. I'm sure they still could be, but she'd have to respond to me first... >.< And that looks like that'll never happen again... -groans and holds head- We still have one that was just getting good and started... I wish she wasn't so mad at me, and just civilly talk things out. Somewhere ... we got wires crossed. But it's kinda hard to uncross them from one side. Nicky, if you DO ever read this, please, just talk to me one day. Please. I'm begging you. I can't ever get ahold of you, so please. One day. Please just talk to me. I want to work things out. I miss talking to you and telling you some really cool things that I know would make you laugh, or things that only you'd get cuz you just know me that well. Please Nicky.


Other, hopefully happier news. Friday night I'm going to Colonel Stohry's house for dinner with a few other people. Smart casual - my new black pants sure have come in handy! I'm really excited. Col. Stohry's so cool. And the guys that'll be there are too. So I'll pack before I go there, then drive home afterwards. The Smiths are coming in for the weekend, so who knows if they'll get home before or after me. I haven't seen them in a year or so, at least. I'm always gone when they're here, and I don't go to Indy much anymore, so don't see them there. I'm reffing Saturday at Kings @ 10am. Quite excited. Okay not really, but it's money. I also have a paper due Friday, as well as the chore of getting all my decorations down.... yeeeah you know how much time that is for me? Took forever getting those blasted things ON the walls....

Okay, I need sleep. Good night, sweet dreams, peace out.

Ghosts

Steph will understand.

I'm freaking out right now. I was stupid and looked at SciFi to see what was on. Happened to be Ghost Hunter. I hate the supernatural and ghost stuff, but I'm hooked and freaking out at the same time. I hate it but can't stop watching. And I'm remembering freshman year when she played all those stupid online things that freaked me out to no end. Cept this time I can't blame her. AND have no one to get the creepies out of my head.


On a different note.

Went walking today. Well ran tons of errands. Walked all over campus. Went to the CAS department, made sure my DARS was good to go. Then talked to some freshies about scheduling ideas. Then talked to Prof Cayton about my summer program. Then went to the med center to get bills and bloodwork results. Then went to the study abroad office, was there for about two hours talking to advisors and looking up info. Then sat on some stairs and watched people walk in front of cars, jeeps almost hit buses, buses almost hit motorcyclists, bikers almost hitting walkers, walkers really not giving a damn, girls who need to wear more clothes, guys who I wouldn't mind if they weren't wearing as many clothes, etc. Jordan dropped by and talked for a while, then went walking around campus for about another hour before coming back. I miss my Steph. This was her type of day. :)


PS. The squirrels are in a bad mood again. Yelling at me and throwing stuff at random passerbys. Sweetness.

Been a while, no?

Eh well. Almost all of you know what's been going on, and that's good enough. So I don't really know why I'm posting this. THe only person that doesn't know what's going on is refusing to talk to me (court's in her hands now, then again, most of you knew that too). So yeah. Right now: sick as hell, spent 7 hours in a parking lot because my car died yesterday, spent about 18 hours in Lenscrafters over the last two weekends, unable to read or see, and wishing someone got over her own damn pride and would talk to me.

Guess she answered my questions though. Like, where I stand. Apparently nowhere.

Thanks Steph, Leigh, Mike, Jordan, Ben M., Ben H., etc... nice to have people to listen and talk to.




Why is someone shooting rockets from right above my room.... I know it's right above my room cuz it's loud, smokey, and I can see the smoke coming from the room down to mine, and it smells like fireworks smoke... ich. I don't want my room blown up.

Oh, and dad got me some cute teddies for V-day. :D

Okay, well, I'll talk to most of you soon. As always, you can catch me online.

Title-less

People are still incredibly infuriating. I can't believe this people. Seriously. I must have a love of being walked all over the way things are going. I don't know why I even try anymore.



Other news.

Been up till about four each morning this week, working on proposals, abstracts, presentations, 'quizzes', papers, and handouts. Frustrated, very frustrated. I have a second chance to send in a proposal to the USNA History Symposium, due by noon tomorrow. I'm excited. I highly doubt it'll lead anywhere, but I sure as hell hope it does. The proposal for this symposium is the same as what I'm doing for my aerospace studies capstone. I sure hope this works.... Should also know by the end of the month if I'm in the summer scholars program this summer or not.... -prays to anything that's out there- I'd say you'd all be the first to know, but yeah, seeing as how most of you either aren't talking to me or manage to catch me when I'm stressed to the max, you probably won't know for a while, until I get around to posting. Unless your online and speaking to me. Then I'll probably remember to tell you. Yeah I'm a bit bitter right now. Two hours of sleep a day and only two people taking time to listen to me and take stress into consideration does that to a girl. Thanks boys, I needed to yell. Thanks for listening. You know who you are.


(Capstone Proposal)

Proposal Title: Life of Confederate Marines During the American Civil War
Proposed by: (me)
Miami University

I propose to write a scholarly essay over what life was like for a Confederate Marine during the American Civil War. I will explore all aspects of how the Confederate Marines lived and what they achieved during the Civil War. I will use journals from Confederate Marines as well as primary documentation about Marines of the time which are not written by Marines themselves.


Abstract:

Life was different for Confederate States Marine Corps (CSMC) than for their Union counterparts. Unlike their Union counterparts, who had been established since 1798, the CSMC was not established until March 16, 1861, and there were never more than 539 registered CSMC Marines, whereas the United States Marine Corps (USMC) had thousands of men at their disposal throughout the war, having retained many of the Corps that existed before the war. Confederate Marines made less money with longer required enlistment than did any other branch of the military. They often got the last of the goods given to the different branches of the military, and had to overcome obstacles that larger branches did not have to worry about. However, even lacking benefits given to other, larger branches of the Confederate military, the CSMC acquired a reputation for being amazing combatants and excellent at making ends meet. Their uniforms and equipment were different than that of the USMC, trading out the US uniforms and equipment for a more British style and appearance. The USMC first got to prove themselves during the battle of the CSS Virginia against the USS Monitor, and were called to perform many special operations afterwards and throughout the war. Although many records were destroyed after the war, the CSMC continued to retain its reputation as one of the best of the time, even after they were disbanded.