4-20

Happy National Pot Smoking Day, everybody.

and now. . .

I am out of Girl Scout cookies. But that is ok, since 4 of them contain 4% Daily Value of iron. And since I ate about 10, I'm doing ok. It's good for me.

Sometimes, I just don't understand

Why does God make Thin Mints Girl Scout cookies so stinkin' amazing?

Boo Drama

This weekend was so relaxing. No schedule. No bedtime. And nobody needing talked into anything. I'm tired of explaining my reasons to people; trying to fill them in on what they have missed. There's a reason they don't know all the details. They're not involved, and there's a good chance they don't need to be. It was so good to get away from the stress of drama. Drama is annoying. I'm taking some good advice, and I'm not going to try to persuade people anymore. Everyone doesn't have to know my reasoning, or even agree. I am responsible for my own life. I can make my own mistakes. (Thanks, Mom.) I'm going to live my life.

April 4th

I've never much cared for gardening. In fact, I usually claim to hate it. But I've been caring and hoping for my little plant so much. And it has started growing. Yay.

How Much Can You Trust the Weatherman?

It was time to put them away, so I did. Most of them weren't folded neatly away in their boxes as I would have liked. Instead, they were crammed and shoved out of sight. That season was over. New clothes were needed. The weather necessitated that. It was hard to see them go. They all fit just right and were so comfortable. But they had to go. So I tore them off, and into drawers, boxes, and trunks they were removed. Just as long as I couldn't see them.
Now, the weather is giving the impression that it is changing. I have no way of being certain yet, but I've let myself peek into what I used to have. I was at the point where I was ok with never wearing those clothes again, and most of them probably didn't fit anymore anyway. So I peeked. And now, I find myself daydreaming about the old clothes. I try them on, just for fun, of course. I've even shown a few people. I know it's silly, but I did it.
Now, what? The weather could change, but there's no way of knowing. I'm waiting to hear the weatherman, but what does he know? Uncertainty is eating me up, and it's annoying. I just want to know if I can get all those lovely clothes out again, or if I have to go through all the trouble of returning them into their dark places they were hiding. Too bad it doesn't seem like I can just get rid of these clothes. Anybody want them? sigh I do.

Street Skills

I just learned how to use a thermostat.

7 hours is not enough.

I hate that being tired just makes me want to cry.

Pink

Betsye and I played with Barbie's today.

3-14

Happy Pi Day! In 8 years, it will be 3-14-15, even better! :~)

PS~ At some farm thing I went to today, the speaker totally sounded like Kermit.

It's times like these that bring me close to actually hating life a little bit

I'm tired. And I'm tired of being tired. I want to be better. I had a good day the other day, but now I'm back down to a crummy one. My head hurts. Off and on, my body hurts. I'm so stressed. I have so much to do, and I don't know how I'm going to get the time, let alone the energy, to do it all by tomorrow. I'm so tired. And I know this is just complaining, but I just need to let it out. I can't just sit in my messy room (which I don't have the energy to vacuum, take down Valentine's decorations, or clean my poor fish) and cry about it. I need to say it. So I'm saying it here. I am so ready for Spring Break, sleep, and doctors.

Mmm. . . Good Morning

Yes, it may be 1 o'clock, but it's still technically morning to me. 11 1/2 hours of sleep will have that effect on a person. :~)

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I totally rode a unicycle tonight!

Oh, the things you'll do in college. . . :~)

P.S. By rode, I mean I sat on it and clung to the couch and the hallway walls. The guy did say I'm braver than most people who won't even try!

Art

I went to the Art Institute of Chicago this weekend. Not being a huge art fanatic, I wasn't overtly excited or anything to be there. Things were fine to look at, though. There were fun looking machines in the corners of rooms, though, that were recording the temperature and humidity of the rooms. I felt a bit rediculous enjoying the scientific machine more than the art, but whatever.

There was one thing there I really really liked. Go here to see it: http://www.afterimagegallery.com/blind.htm
The quality isn't the best, but it gets the point across.

Everyone I've shown it to is really creeped out by it, but I really like it. It's titled "The Blind Musician" by Linda Connor. It's a photograph of an Indian man playing some instrument. What I love is how, from far away, he appears to be immersed in his music, with eyes closed, focusing on the sound. But when you get close, you see his eyes are really wide open, but he's completely blind. The combination of the two just strikes me as something incredibley beautiful. I love it.

A Paraphrase

"When was your conversion?"
"When a cop pulls over a drunkard, he doesn't ask the drunkard, 'at what point did you become a drunkard,' he says, 'you're a drunkard.' I used to feel ashamed that I couldn't recall the exact date I became a Christian like so many other Christians can. I can't tell you when my conversion was. Just know that I am drunk."

I concur.

Microwaves

Have you ever wondered what it looks like when an egg explodes in a microwave? Well, I most certainly have. Luckily, some friends had a microwave that was misbehaving, so they didn't mind exploding an egg inside of it. The problem was, they had already removed the lightbulb from the inside so they could watch the arcs from the metal they were also microwaving. So I got to see and egg explode while watching by the light of a coat rack knob arc.
Microwaving metal has been something that's interested me before. So we put all kinds of stuff in there: wires, a light bulb, a penny (not that cool), a cd (very, very cool), part of a switchboard thing, and finally, a can of spray paint.
Don't worry. We had a fire extinguisher standing by (but unfortunately, I did not get to fulfill the part of my dreams where I spray a fire extinguisher; that'll have to be another adventure). It was so much fun. It was really scary, and my roommate and I were really anticipating the door exploding open at any moment, and all of us getting sprayed with melted metal and radioactive carcinogens. The door ended up melting a little during the spray paint, but no big explosion. Just a lot of fire and some horrific smelling smoke.
It was the highlight of my evening. Maybe even the weekend. :~)

A song about a Misfit

I've been listening to Sufjan Steven's Seven Swans a lot here lately. I really like the song "A Good Man Is Hard to Find," but I wanted to know the meaning. So I searched google just to see what would come up, and it was talking about a short story by Flannery O'Connor by the same title. So I came to the library this morning and decided to read it. I really liked it. If you get the chance, check it out. I won't say anymore for fear of ruining the ending, but it's a good one. It makes me like the song more since I know what was intended as meaning.

So I concussed a girl today. . .

It was during cheerleading (I know, I know, don't hate/judge me). We tried something Kirsten had never attempted before. We were rushed. When we threw it up, it was uneven. I fell on her side, but I actually didn't land too heavily on her. I did happen to knock her in the head with my elbow, though. She was just laying on the floor. We were checking to see if she was ok. She was breathing heavily with her eyes closed, and we all assumed she was putting herself back together so as not to break out into tears because of pain. She opened them, looked around, and said, "what happened?"
She has a minor concussion, and is currently sitting though a 3 hour class with Larabee. Not the medicine I would have prescribed. [sigh]
So this is a very abbreviated version of what happened. Check with me for more details. I just found it kind of funny that I knocked out a girl on my floor. :~)

I went on a date yesterday. . .

. . . with Amanda Bethel. :~) Calling it a date just made it more fun. She had stopped by the other night, but we didn't have a lot of free time, so we made plans to go out for coffee the next night. It was really good to just sit and chat.
I've realized that it's usually really difficult to be content with just hanging out with girls. I usually prefer at least a few guys, and sometimes, all guys is great, too. But things have been changing for me, and I like it. I want to be around just the girls on my floor now. I'm ok with the idea, much more than I ever have been.
There are so many other things that are going great in my life right now that I prefer not to speak of here, but things are just really good. God is really amazing, and I'm allowing myself to see it for the time being. Plus, I just realized that it's been a long time since I've cried. :~)

What I Did Today:

• Changed my oil.
• Flushed my radiator.
• Sealed my radiator to prevent future leaks.
  
• Filled up on Anti-freeze.

:~) Isn't that exciting! I had asked my friend Randy a car question because I am (well, was) absolutely clueless about cars. He volunteered to take a look at it, and later told me some things going wrong in my car that are kind of a big deal. I asked if I could help him take care of it, and he let me! So today, after buying the necessary stuff, we worked on it!
I got to crawl under the car, and unscrew the plug screw (that's right, that's a real car term!). We drained out the old, yucky oil. Then I got to put in the new oil filter. After we put new oil in, we moved on to the radiator.
The temperature of my car was the reason we were lookin at it in the first place. It was fluxuating like crazy, and Randy said it was not even accurately reading my engine temperature. He showed me where the radiator fluid goes. Apparently, the fluid is supposed to be green-ish, but mine was definitely red. Randy said he'd never seen that happen before. I thought it was funny, but I think it is a big (not good) deal. :~) Oh, and it was really gunky when we opened the hose-pipe-thing. It had this nasty, brown sludge in it.
So we flushed out the radiator. It took three flushes to get the water to cease being pink-ish. Then we put this sealant stuff into the pipe because my car seems to be leaking anti-freeze. We put everything back together, and my car works great!
My heat works now! Before, it fluxuated with the temperature gadge, only oppositely. Now, it's all happy! I like working on cars. It would have been more fun if it wasn't so drattedly cold, but it's all good. :~) I want to change other people's oil now. I had a good day.