webguru: is Ms. Boltzmann there?
Devil64: she just left with scuba, i think they were finding food
webguru: ok
webguru: when Corrie gets back, tell her to get her ass on IM and tell me what's going on for tonight
webguru: in a kind way of course ;-)
Devil64: okay, i'll relay the message
Devil64: "adam saaays... get yerass on aim!"
webguru: good job
Devil64: y'rass
webguru: ahhh! you just made a new Texan cuss word!
Devil64: y'all get y'rass on over here
webguru: haha!!!!!!
webguru: we need to patent that one
Devil64: what is this "we" white man?
Devil64: ;-)
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
house update
i told you guys i'd keep you posted on the roommate situation, but thus far i haven't really held true to that. so here goes!
about wasson; the good, the bad, and the ugly:
1. the good: he's kind of becoming my go-to guy. if i have a "boy" question, i usually go to adam, hugo, or sometimes my brother. problems with that? adam sometimes thinks i'm hinting at something or have an agenda, so he doesn't tell the truth all the time. hugo is in las cruces, i'm in socorro. nick doesn't talk to me very much anymore because he's a workaholic.
the solution? not only do i live in the same town as steve, i live in the same house. and he gives me honest answers, even brutally honest sometimes. more often than not he tells me a lot more than i wanted to know, and christian and corrie gross out and carmelita yells at him, but i get my answer! problem solved.
2. the bad: i thought my mom was the noisiest eater in the world. i may have been wrong all these years. if wasson isn't louder, he's a really close second.
the problem here is that he gets up early to eat, and i get up early to study, and they really don't co-incide.
3. the ugly: he doesn't put food away. he'll just leave it out and it'll go bad, usually until corrie finds it and throws it out and lectures him. this doesn't really bug me that much, but it drives corrie crazy. what i think is funny is that carmen does the same thing.
about corrie; what roommate?
1. when corrie hangs out with the same people too much (read SCUBA), she kind of flips out and leaves town for a few days and doesn't tell anyone where she's going and turns her phone off. people who know her know that she's fine, but that doesn't mean that some people (read SCUBA) don't worry about her.
between corrie's freedom sprees, family visits, and work-related trips, i really don't have a roommate like 85% of the time. i just share a room with her stuff.
2. when corrie IS home, she has a cleaning frenzy and devours the house. we all feel bad that she cleans up after us, so we tidy everything up when we know she's coming home, but it doesn't seem to help. she cleans out the refrigorator every time, and throws a lot away. she's cleaned this house more than all of us put together, and she's not even here half of the time.
about scuba; nothing to report!
scuba steve is being his sweet, kind, goofy, funny, nerdy self and i am pleased to report that he has no annoying traits whatsoever. corrie may disagree with me on this note, but i really can't see why.
about christian; um.... where to start? this guy was the one i promised to keep you posted on. this is the one i couldn't figure out at the beginning. well, read on.
1. he thinks he's really romantic. not that he thinks he's a babe or whatever, but he tries to underline his impress-the-girls qualities. for one, he thinks he's a really great chef. ha! half the time he makes taco salad. he's picky about what utensils he uses, like he's a pro or something, and when he cooks he uses about every dish in the kitchen. it totally pisses me off.
his second i'm-a-hopeless-romantic trait is this introspective momma's boy thing he does. he really tries to analyze the family unit, and he's always asking steve how he knew carmelita was THE ONE, and he's always talking about his mom like she's the greatest perfect person in the world, and he's got all these stereotypes that he thinks girls agree with... like that guys are dumb or ugly or girls are in charge of relationships, blah blah blah. he tells mike to "watch out" that he "doesn't get in trouble" with me. i don't even want to talk about that one.
he thinks he has deep insight into the female mind. he would never say that out loud, he actually claims the opposite because he thinks girls like it, but yeah, he thinks he knows a lot. what-ev-er!
he collects weird "romantic" things like lists of the symbolism in different flowers and non-alcoholic wine and little zen teacups and stuff.
the list goes on and on. he's not liking his psychology class this summer because it's very evolution-based, but i could totally see him as a psych major. whatta weirdo.
2. he totally can't clean up after himself. he doesn't really understand the concept of rinsing off a dish before putting it in the sink. and like i said, he'll use every dish in the kitchen, and not only will he not clean them off, he won't even take them off the stove! today i came home to his 24-hour old raw meat cooking mess all over the range. i cleaned the stove for him, but left him the dishes. if corrie had found that, she would have killed us all.
3. he really bugs me! he says things like, "say, what do you think about..." and, "want me to whip you up somthing to eat?"
i know, i should get over it. i really should.
he's also really moody. carmelita noticed this before i did. sometimes he just ignores all of us. and once, when i wasn't here, he really went off on corrie for moving his stuff when she went on a cleaning spree.
4. i bug him! the other night he was playing risk with lee, scuba, and jon berg, and i was watching and trying to figure out the game. i guess i was being kind of annoying, because i kept asking what everything was for, but jon, scuba and lee just laughed at me and tried to distract me with their colored plastic stars (which worked, by the way, for about half an hour). but christian was totally bugged! it was pretty obvious. i also noticed that he was really annoyed with lee. how weird.
so that's christian. we've always been polite to each other, but if he ever picks a fight with me, boy, will i let him have it. it's not that i think he's a jerk or a bad guy... i just don't like sharing a house with him.
about wasson; the good, the bad, and the ugly:
1. the good: he's kind of becoming my go-to guy. if i have a "boy" question, i usually go to adam, hugo, or sometimes my brother. problems with that? adam sometimes thinks i'm hinting at something or have an agenda, so he doesn't tell the truth all the time. hugo is in las cruces, i'm in socorro. nick doesn't talk to me very much anymore because he's a workaholic.
the solution? not only do i live in the same town as steve, i live in the same house. and he gives me honest answers, even brutally honest sometimes. more often than not he tells me a lot more than i wanted to know, and christian and corrie gross out and carmelita yells at him, but i get my answer! problem solved.
2. the bad: i thought my mom was the noisiest eater in the world. i may have been wrong all these years. if wasson isn't louder, he's a really close second.
the problem here is that he gets up early to eat, and i get up early to study, and they really don't co-incide.
3. the ugly: he doesn't put food away. he'll just leave it out and it'll go bad, usually until corrie finds it and throws it out and lectures him. this doesn't really bug me that much, but it drives corrie crazy. what i think is funny is that carmen does the same thing.
about corrie; what roommate?
1. when corrie hangs out with the same people too much (read SCUBA), she kind of flips out and leaves town for a few days and doesn't tell anyone where she's going and turns her phone off. people who know her know that she's fine, but that doesn't mean that some people (read SCUBA) don't worry about her.
between corrie's freedom sprees, family visits, and work-related trips, i really don't have a roommate like 85% of the time. i just share a room with her stuff.
2. when corrie IS home, she has a cleaning frenzy and devours the house. we all feel bad that she cleans up after us, so we tidy everything up when we know she's coming home, but it doesn't seem to help. she cleans out the refrigorator every time, and throws a lot away. she's cleaned this house more than all of us put together, and she's not even here half of the time.
about scuba; nothing to report!
scuba steve is being his sweet, kind, goofy, funny, nerdy self and i am pleased to report that he has no annoying traits whatsoever. corrie may disagree with me on this note, but i really can't see why.
about christian; um.... where to start? this guy was the one i promised to keep you posted on. this is the one i couldn't figure out at the beginning. well, read on.
1. he thinks he's really romantic. not that he thinks he's a babe or whatever, but he tries to underline his impress-the-girls qualities. for one, he thinks he's a really great chef. ha! half the time he makes taco salad. he's picky about what utensils he uses, like he's a pro or something, and when he cooks he uses about every dish in the kitchen. it totally pisses me off.
his second i'm-a-hopeless-romantic trait is this introspective momma's boy thing he does. he really tries to analyze the family unit, and he's always asking steve how he knew carmelita was THE ONE, and he's always talking about his mom like she's the greatest perfect person in the world, and he's got all these stereotypes that he thinks girls agree with... like that guys are dumb or ugly or girls are in charge of relationships, blah blah blah. he tells mike to "watch out" that he "doesn't get in trouble" with me. i don't even want to talk about that one.
he thinks he has deep insight into the female mind. he would never say that out loud, he actually claims the opposite because he thinks girls like it, but yeah, he thinks he knows a lot. what-ev-er!
he collects weird "romantic" things like lists of the symbolism in different flowers and non-alcoholic wine and little zen teacups and stuff.
the list goes on and on. he's not liking his psychology class this summer because it's very evolution-based, but i could totally see him as a psych major. whatta weirdo.
2. he totally can't clean up after himself. he doesn't really understand the concept of rinsing off a dish before putting it in the sink. and like i said, he'll use every dish in the kitchen, and not only will he not clean them off, he won't even take them off the stove! today i came home to his 24-hour old raw meat cooking mess all over the range. i cleaned the stove for him, but left him the dishes. if corrie had found that, she would have killed us all.
3. he really bugs me! he says things like, "say, what do you think about..." and, "want me to whip you up somthing to eat?"
i know, i should get over it. i really should.
he's also really moody. carmelita noticed this before i did. sometimes he just ignores all of us. and once, when i wasn't here, he really went off on corrie for moving his stuff when she went on a cleaning spree.
4. i bug him! the other night he was playing risk with lee, scuba, and jon berg, and i was watching and trying to figure out the game. i guess i was being kind of annoying, because i kept asking what everything was for, but jon, scuba and lee just laughed at me and tried to distract me with their colored plastic stars (which worked, by the way, for about half an hour). but christian was totally bugged! it was pretty obvious. i also noticed that he was really annoyed with lee. how weird.
so that's christian. we've always been polite to each other, but if he ever picks a fight with me, boy, will i let him have it. it's not that i think he's a jerk or a bad guy... i just don't like sharing a house with him.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
durango dog
this weekend my boyfriend took me on vaction! we went to durango to visit his sister and to farm town to visit his parents. well, he went to visit, i went to meet. durango was lots of fun. i had never been there, but it's a nice out-doorsy kind of town.
of course we stopped in burquey on the way to watch the planes take off... wow, i love airplanes. we watched them for a long time. i one month i'll be ON a plane going to boston. :)
we drove and drove and drove... we went straight to durango because we were a little late (from watching the airplanes, no doubt). durango is really pretty. it's nice and green and there are cute little houses and cool old buildings everywhere.
the apartment complex where mike's sister lives was weird... her neighbors on one side were smoking a bong with the door open, and her neighbors on the other side were screaming and cussing at each other. mike thinks that place is like a hippy town, but i'm not so sure. i think it's more like an athletic town.
the first thing we did was go inner-tubing down the river. that was fun! the water was really cold, but the sun was nice and warm. we passed some people sitting out on the rocks, and they started making fun of us because we weren't really wet. so mike dipped his head back to put it in the river, sat up, and then lost his balance and fell in. he actually fell in like six more times, but i stayed on my tube... which was weird, because my tube was kind of too big for me. the river ride seemed to go really quickly, even though we were in there for probably two hours.
the guys tubing behind us had this awesome dog... we didn't catch his name, so we just called him durango dog. he was a sivler and gray husky, and we was wearing a red harness. he swam down the river next to people, came right up to our inner tubes so we could pet his head, then he'd go climb the bank and shake himself off and look over the river like he owned it, then he'd jump back in or go chase the ducks... he was so, so cool. if i could be durango dog, i'd be awesome.
after tubing, we drove around the town for a while, got some coffee, and hit old town. that was touristy, but fun. there were lots of really old buildings that were fun to look at. there were restaurants on every corner, too, and they all smelled delicious! we went into a glass shop, a book store, the chocolate shop, the toy store... then we met mike's sister and parents at an italian restaurant for dinner. mike looks just like his dad... i also think his dad is very handsome. his mom is really pretty and very sweet, and she always kept the conversation going. we had fun, and then we left for farm town.
i was SO tired, i could hardly keep awake in the car. you know how your head dipps to the side when you fall asleep in class, and then you have to sit up quickly? i was doing that number all the way back to farm town. when we got there, mike read me the beranstein bears and i read him the max lucado book we bought at the bookstore. then came the sleep, sleep, sleep... i dreamed about durango dog.
of course we stopped in burquey on the way to watch the planes take off... wow, i love airplanes. we watched them for a long time. i one month i'll be ON a plane going to boston. :)
we drove and drove and drove... we went straight to durango because we were a little late (from watching the airplanes, no doubt). durango is really pretty. it's nice and green and there are cute little houses and cool old buildings everywhere.
the apartment complex where mike's sister lives was weird... her neighbors on one side were smoking a bong with the door open, and her neighbors on the other side were screaming and cussing at each other. mike thinks that place is like a hippy town, but i'm not so sure. i think it's more like an athletic town.
the first thing we did was go inner-tubing down the river. that was fun! the water was really cold, but the sun was nice and warm. we passed some people sitting out on the rocks, and they started making fun of us because we weren't really wet. so mike dipped his head back to put it in the river, sat up, and then lost his balance and fell in. he actually fell in like six more times, but i stayed on my tube... which was weird, because my tube was kind of too big for me. the river ride seemed to go really quickly, even though we were in there for probably two hours.
the guys tubing behind us had this awesome dog... we didn't catch his name, so we just called him durango dog. he was a sivler and gray husky, and we was wearing a red harness. he swam down the river next to people, came right up to our inner tubes so we could pet his head, then he'd go climb the bank and shake himself off and look over the river like he owned it, then he'd jump back in or go chase the ducks... he was so, so cool. if i could be durango dog, i'd be awesome.
after tubing, we drove around the town for a while, got some coffee, and hit old town. that was touristy, but fun. there were lots of really old buildings that were fun to look at. there were restaurants on every corner, too, and they all smelled delicious! we went into a glass shop, a book store, the chocolate shop, the toy store... then we met mike's sister and parents at an italian restaurant for dinner. mike looks just like his dad... i also think his dad is very handsome. his mom is really pretty and very sweet, and she always kept the conversation going. we had fun, and then we left for farm town.
i was SO tired, i could hardly keep awake in the car. you know how your head dipps to the side when you fall asleep in class, and then you have to sit up quickly? i was doing that number all the way back to farm town. when we got there, mike read me the beranstein bears and i read him the max lucado book we bought at the bookstore. then came the sleep, sleep, sleep... i dreamed about durango dog.
Friday, July 09, 2004
ye are of more worth than many sparrows
herny died. he was alive when i left for class at eight, and i wanted to take care of him, but steve and steve told me to leave him alone, and that his mom would take care of him. when i came back at ten henry was lying there with his little feet in the air.
we found another baby bird under the ivy. i guess one of them didn't fly away. blinkin was hanging out for a while, i watched his parents trying to teach him to fly. i don't know where he went, but he's gone now. today his parents tore down the nest. it's all over our porch now.
how sad! three out of four of their little birds died. i was telling mike last night that i don't think that's how things usually happen. i thought swallows had a little more of a life expectancy than four days. he told me that if four out of four birds made it, there would probably be too many birds.
i wish that's how things worked though. i wish everything was happy. i really wanted to watch those little birds get bigger and learn to fly. i wanted them all to be fat like blinkin. wasson told me that swallows come back to their nests and use them again, or other families of swallows move in. now none of that is going to happen.
Psalms 84:3 - Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.
Matthew 10:29 - Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.
Luke 12:6,7 - Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
we found another baby bird under the ivy. i guess one of them didn't fly away. blinkin was hanging out for a while, i watched his parents trying to teach him to fly. i don't know where he went, but he's gone now. today his parents tore down the nest. it's all over our porch now.
how sad! three out of four of their little birds died. i was telling mike last night that i don't think that's how things usually happen. i thought swallows had a little more of a life expectancy than four days. he told me that if four out of four birds made it, there would probably be too many birds.
i wish that's how things worked though. i wish everything was happy. i really wanted to watch those little birds get bigger and learn to fly. i wanted them all to be fat like blinkin. wasson told me that swallows come back to their nests and use them again, or other families of swallows move in. now none of that is going to happen.
Psalms 84:3 - Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.
Matthew 10:29 - Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.
Luke 12:6,7 - Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
one of the baby birds died. :( we found it on the ground this morning. i think it was nod.
i think another one flew away.
blinkin and henry are left. blinkin is really fat.... he is one healthy bird. his feathers are looking nice, i bet he'll do just fine.
then there's henry. today i was looking at them and blinkin was sitting there, all fat, and scrawny little henry was still in the nest. he looked like he was freaking out. he pulled himself out of the nest and i was terrified that he was going to fall, but he didn't. he crawled along the ledge and he sounded like he was crying the whole time. he looked so miserable, and then he sat on the edge and looked over. it looked like he was considering jumping. he wanted to end it all.
i stood there for about an hour, trying to talk him out of it and calm him down, and i even moved a chair under the ledge so he didn't have as far to fall. there were a few times he tottered on the edge and i thought he would fall for sure, i i got ready to catch him. poor little guy!
his mom came and tried to take care of him. i would have stayed longer, but i had to go to work.
when i came home the first thing i did was check the nest. fat ol blinken was still there, but henry was gone! but he wasn't on the ground either. corrie and scuba showed me that he had crawled under our bench and was hanging out there. wasson told me that earlier that he was under the rosebush.
i hope he'll be okay. if he's still out there tomorrow i want to take care of him. poor henry.
(we all think they are swallows.)
i think another one flew away.
blinkin and henry are left. blinkin is really fat.... he is one healthy bird. his feathers are looking nice, i bet he'll do just fine.
then there's henry. today i was looking at them and blinkin was sitting there, all fat, and scrawny little henry was still in the nest. he looked like he was freaking out. he pulled himself out of the nest and i was terrified that he was going to fall, but he didn't. he crawled along the ledge and he sounded like he was crying the whole time. he looked so miserable, and then he sat on the edge and looked over. it looked like he was considering jumping. he wanted to end it all.
i stood there for about an hour, trying to talk him out of it and calm him down, and i even moved a chair under the ledge so he didn't have as far to fall. there were a few times he tottered on the edge and i thought he would fall for sure, i i got ready to catch him. poor little guy!
his mom came and tried to take care of him. i would have stayed longer, but i had to go to work.
when i came home the first thing i did was check the nest. fat ol blinken was still there, but henry was gone! but he wasn't on the ground either. corrie and scuba showed me that he had crawled under our bench and was hanging out there. wasson told me that earlier that he was under the rosebush.
i hope he'll be okay. if he's still out there tomorrow i want to take care of him. poor henry.
(we all think they are swallows.)
Friday, July 02, 2004
crrreeeeeeepy... and gross!
i got home from work tuesday night at about eleven, and i was talking to my sister on the phone when i got out of my car. as soon as i did, i heard the most terrifying noise... i couldn't figure out what it was or where it was coming from, because it seemed to be coming from all over the place! it was near and then far, and then across the street and it was SO loud! it sounded like deformed duck calls, but they were on the ground and i didn't see anything. i was really creeped out, especially because i just watched a scary zombie movie with mike last weekend, and the noises didn't really sound like the zombies on the movie, but what do i know? it took me forever to get into the house because i kept fumbling with the key, and i fully expected the blood-covered living dead to run up and kill me, but, as you probably expected, i got in fine. that didn't stop me from locking and slamming the door behind me.
so the crisis should have been over, but it wasn't. usually when i come home from work, i find carmelita, steve, jon berg, christian and one or two of his study buddies, and sometimes scuba and corrie hanging out and playing foosball at the house. that night there was no one. the whole house was dark. and it was actually later than i usually get home! my sister was still on the phone, telling me i was dumb, but i was really starting to get scared. i could hear the noises from inside the house too, that's how loud they were. i called carmen, hoping steve was with her. he was, and actually, he answered her phone. well, then i felt stupid, because what was i supposed to say? "there's weird noises outside and i'm all by myself and it's scary!" please.
i tried to play it cool and just ask, "hey, what are you guys up to? and by the way, what the heck is all this noise on the road?" but steve saw right through that. he said, "aww... are you scared?" then he told me what was going on.
they were frogs. really loud, sexually aroused male frogs attracting the females with their huge, throaty mating calls. they were in our road because of all the heavy rain we've been having, because our road floods. and appearently, i'm the only one in town that's never heard it before. good ol'desert upbringing... how embarrassing. but i guess feeling stupid is better than being zombie food.
so that's my story. the next day when i was walking to class, sure enough, there were all kinds of dead frogs all over the place. it's amazing that something so small can be SO loud.
so the crisis should have been over, but it wasn't. usually when i come home from work, i find carmelita, steve, jon berg, christian and one or two of his study buddies, and sometimes scuba and corrie hanging out and playing foosball at the house. that night there was no one. the whole house was dark. and it was actually later than i usually get home! my sister was still on the phone, telling me i was dumb, but i was really starting to get scared. i could hear the noises from inside the house too, that's how loud they were. i called carmen, hoping steve was with her. he was, and actually, he answered her phone. well, then i felt stupid, because what was i supposed to say? "there's weird noises outside and i'm all by myself and it's scary!" please.
i tried to play it cool and just ask, "hey, what are you guys up to? and by the way, what the heck is all this noise on the road?" but steve saw right through that. he said, "aww... are you scared?" then he told me what was going on.
they were frogs. really loud, sexually aroused male frogs attracting the females with their huge, throaty mating calls. they were in our road because of all the heavy rain we've been having, because our road floods. and appearently, i'm the only one in town that's never heard it before. good ol'desert upbringing... how embarrassing. but i guess feeling stupid is better than being zombie food.
so that's my story. the next day when i was walking to class, sure enough, there were all kinds of dead frogs all over the place. it's amazing that something so small can be SO loud.
full nest
today carmen came over to my house to work on our pointless, pointless english homework. i was really attention deficit today, and was staring out the window watching the bird that lives under our porch roof. then i started yelling and carmen was annoyed because i ran outside.... because there was more than one bird in that nest! it was full of little babies!
we thought there were two baby birds in there, but then we saw three, and not three, but FOUR! they are so cute! well, y'know, not really, they are baby birds after all, they have fuzz sticking up all over them and weird heads and big beaks, but the concept is cute. we named them winken, blinken, nod, and henry. henry is my favorite, he's the cutest. no, i can't tell them apart, but if you come over to my house to see them and think that one is cuter than the others, that one is henry. :)
fourth of july is in two days! this weekend corrie, wasson, and christian are all leaving, and scuba's bringing curtis over, and i'm bringing my little brother and sister. of course my sister is bringing al and ellen, so it will be a full, full house. it should be fun though.
we thought there were two baby birds in there, but then we saw three, and not three, but FOUR! they are so cute! well, y'know, not really, they are baby birds after all, they have fuzz sticking up all over them and weird heads and big beaks, but the concept is cute. we named them winken, blinken, nod, and henry. henry is my favorite, he's the cutest. no, i can't tell them apart, but if you come over to my house to see them and think that one is cuter than the others, that one is henry. :)
fourth of july is in two days! this weekend corrie, wasson, and christian are all leaving, and scuba's bringing curtis over, and i'm bringing my little brother and sister. of course my sister is bringing al and ellen, so it will be a full, full house. it should be fun though.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
CHECK THIS OUT!
okay, when we were kids and first got into x-men, we all dreamed about what we wanted our mutant power to be. gambit was my personal favorite, but i still wish like crazy that i was born telekenetic. i'd be sitting in class and the lecture would be boring, and i could start moving things around with my mind, writing on the board, invisibly throwing things at people i don't like. it would be so cool.
so yeah, check this out. i wasn't really into x-men quite so much, i was really more of a ninja-turtle girl, but was there a guy that was just super-strong? the mutant era has begun. coooooooool.
so yeah, check this out. i wasn't really into x-men quite so much, i was really more of a ninja-turtle girl, but was there a guy that was just super-strong? the mutant era has begun. coooooooool.
my ims are so funny lately....
The Rag boy is Scott
Devil64: i am SO dyslexic today, you wouldn't believe it
Devil64: i had a dream last night that i was trying to dial 911, and i kept dialing 119, i'm serious
RagOrder: ouch
Devil64: or actually, it was 0000000119
RagOrder: that sounds like a sucky dream
RagOrder: was it a nightmare?
Devil64: no, not really
Devil64: macgyver saved me, how cool is that?
RagOrder: whoa!
Devil64: and he was driving a stagecoach
Devil64: it was sweet
RagOrder: so if it was a nightmare, he would have turned into jack o'neill, right?
Devil64: ha ha ha!
Devil64: no, he was definitely macgyver
RagOrder: oh good
RagOrder: i don't think macguyver has ever been in one of my dreams... i wonder why
Devil64: maybe you weren't in enough trouble
RagOrder: maybe my situations don't require much ingenuity
RagOrder: like bombs from a bike or something like that
Devil64: man, he is so cool
RagOrder: yup
RagOrder: well it is way past my bedtime
RagOrder: good luck on your test
Devil64: good luck getting into trouble in your dream so macgyver... or jack, if you want.... can save you!!!!
RagOrder: maybe major carter can save me....
RagOrder: :-)
Devil64: ooo
Devil64: have fun
RagOrder: bye
Devil64: i am SO dyslexic today, you wouldn't believe it
Devil64: i had a dream last night that i was trying to dial 911, and i kept dialing 119, i'm serious
RagOrder: ouch
Devil64: or actually, it was 0000000119
RagOrder: that sounds like a sucky dream
RagOrder: was it a nightmare?
Devil64: no, not really
Devil64: macgyver saved me, how cool is that?
RagOrder: whoa!
Devil64: and he was driving a stagecoach
Devil64: it was sweet
RagOrder: so if it was a nightmare, he would have turned into jack o'neill, right?
Devil64: ha ha ha!
Devil64: no, he was definitely macgyver
RagOrder: oh good
RagOrder: i don't think macguyver has ever been in one of my dreams... i wonder why
Devil64: maybe you weren't in enough trouble
RagOrder: maybe my situations don't require much ingenuity
RagOrder: like bombs from a bike or something like that
Devil64: man, he is so cool
RagOrder: yup
RagOrder: well it is way past my bedtime
RagOrder: good luck on your test
Devil64: good luck getting into trouble in your dream so macgyver... or jack, if you want.... can save you!!!!
RagOrder: maybe major carter can save me....
RagOrder: :-)
Devil64: ooo
Devil64: have fun
RagOrder: bye
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
how nerdy are you?
i really think i am nerdier than this... just because i don't own a weird al cd... grrrr...
| You are 39% geek | You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator.
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jolly old england
(the web guru is adam, the devil is me)
webguru: cherrio! beautiful day isn't it? love the weather, none of that damned fog that's so common in London
Devil64: yes... but this bloody, bloody sunshine! it makes my skin break out in all kinds of gastly splotches. makes me quite un-fanciable.
Devil64: i'm starting to miss jolly old england...
webguru: that's true old chap, but some sunshine is good once in a while, otherwise we'll all get rickets and be confined to wheelchairs!
Devil64: aye, right you are.
webguru: so are you coming to the grand lunch today? it'll be jolly fun
Devil64: is this the meeting that carmelita spoke of? i'm afraid i only just learned of it. honestly, love, i do wish you'd tell me these things earlier!
webguru: terribly sorry dear, but you know how my mind is these days
webguru: yes, it's the orientation training meeting Carmen spoke of, and there's free lunch provided
Devil64: that'll be bully. haven't had a proper tea in quite some time.
webguru: so true, these damned New Mexicans and their green chile and booze, they just don't know how to have a nice cup of tea
Devil64: quite right! another reason i'd rather be summering on the island. wherabouts is this jolly lunch to take place, love?
webguru: it'll be in Brown Hall, room 210, upstairs
webguru: hold on one second darling, I'm calling my dear friend Karen to make sure there'll be enough tea for you
Devil64: right-o. shall i hold my breath?
webguru: no need to, there's tea enough for the queen and her whole entourage
Devil64: good lord!
webguru: be back in a few darling, I need to use the loo right quick
Devil64: right then! see you at lunch, dear?
webguru: yes will do, see you there in about a quarter
Devil64: aye, until then
webguru: right-o
webguru: cherrio! beautiful day isn't it? love the weather, none of that damned fog that's so common in London
Devil64: yes... but this bloody, bloody sunshine! it makes my skin break out in all kinds of gastly splotches. makes me quite un-fanciable.
Devil64: i'm starting to miss jolly old england...
webguru: that's true old chap, but some sunshine is good once in a while, otherwise we'll all get rickets and be confined to wheelchairs!
Devil64: aye, right you are.
webguru: so are you coming to the grand lunch today? it'll be jolly fun
Devil64: is this the meeting that carmelita spoke of? i'm afraid i only just learned of it. honestly, love, i do wish you'd tell me these things earlier!
webguru: terribly sorry dear, but you know how my mind is these days
webguru: yes, it's the orientation training meeting Carmen spoke of, and there's free lunch provided
Devil64: that'll be bully. haven't had a proper tea in quite some time.
webguru: so true, these damned New Mexicans and their green chile and booze, they just don't know how to have a nice cup of tea
Devil64: quite right! another reason i'd rather be summering on the island. wherabouts is this jolly lunch to take place, love?
webguru: it'll be in Brown Hall, room 210, upstairs
webguru: hold on one second darling, I'm calling my dear friend Karen to make sure there'll be enough tea for you
Devil64: right-o. shall i hold my breath?
webguru: no need to, there's tea enough for the queen and her whole entourage
Devil64: good lord!
webguru: be back in a few darling, I need to use the loo right quick
Devil64: right then! see you at lunch, dear?
webguru: yes will do, see you there in about a quarter
Devil64: aye, until then
webguru: right-o
Saturday, June 19, 2004
can't sleep... again
have you ever been upset about something, you don't know what, and you can't think of anything that will make you feel better? that's where i'm at right now. i feel like a bratty little kid, and, worse than that, i feel like i'm acting like my mother.
so i guess at this time of the night (or morning) i should be contemplating deep thoughts about the existence of man or the purpose of life or the riddle of death and so forth, but all i've got is restlessness and nothing to do. i could clean the shower! that would be productive. i could finish my homework! go wash my car... but the real disturbing thing is that i feel like i have to save some of these activities for tomorrow night, just in case i can't sleep again.
i feel so totally alone. maybe it's because in my house of four roommates, christian is the only one here. but i think it's because i'm upset and i don't know what i want.
i hate to leave you with that hanging feeling, but hey... i've been hanging for a while now.
so i guess at this time of the night (or morning) i should be contemplating deep thoughts about the existence of man or the purpose of life or the riddle of death and so forth, but all i've got is restlessness and nothing to do. i could clean the shower! that would be productive. i could finish my homework! go wash my car... but the real disturbing thing is that i feel like i have to save some of these activities for tomorrow night, just in case i can't sleep again.
i feel so totally alone. maybe it's because in my house of four roommates, christian is the only one here. but i think it's because i'm upset and i don't know what i want.
i hate to leave you with that hanging feeling, but hey... i've been hanging for a while now.
Friday, June 18, 2004
new perspective on politics?
so far i have remained pretty much politically non-affiliated. i have a few viewpoints that i feel strongly about, like abortion is horrible and really shouldn't happen at all. girls who are in trouble need HELP, not a dangerous way out. i also think gun control is pretty pointless. i'm really anti-conflict though, and usually keep things to myself.
meet my supervisor at the nursery, gary. he's a hard-core conservative, and i happen to be on his republican spam list. some of the arguments are good, some are ridiculous, and then there are stories about soldiers and such that are clearly made-up. but he sends jokes and stuff with the propaganda, so i don't really care that much. like i said, anti-conflict.
my best friend adam is incredibly liberal. true, i have a private theory that being a liberal is his own way to rebel against his parents without denouncing his faith, but he has very good points and explanations to way things aren't working out for us. he is entirely against the war, a stark contrast to gary, who wants to nuke the place and be done with it.
but about me...
yesterday morning i was doing my usual surfing the web and general procrastinating between class and work, wondering what i was going to eat for lunch and wishing i didn't have any homework. i stumbled across a link on another weblog that i'd been curious about for a long time. anyone heard about the beheading of nicholas berg? my understanding is he was an american in baghdad who was captured and executed, and the video of his death made the rounds on the internet. i had heard gary say something about it in passing one day.
why did i open the link? was it morbid curiosity? boredom? whatever the reason, i watched it, and it was honestly the most horrible thing i have ever seen. it's not like in the movies.
the video opened with a man identifying himself and naming his family members, then went to him sitting on the floor with five or six masked guys standing behind him. their spokesman talked for about four minutes in another language, and then they started yelling and jumped on their captive. it took them forty-one seconds to cut off his head.
yesterday i couldn't eat or sleep. i couldn't stop thinking about what i would do if that man in the video was someone that i knew, or worse, someone i loved. i can't believe there are people out there that would do such a thing. i was really freaked out all day... and all night.
today i did some research. i read a lot about nicholas berg and his family and the days before he was kidnapped, and a lot of stories about him from people he had known. i also read a lot of angry letters and conspiracy theories. those last two weren't very encouraging. one letter would say, "the liberals are insane to be so blind and blah blah blah" and another would say, "he's dead because the bush administration is a global joke and blah blah blah". even in the face of something so horrible, people can't agree on what needs to be done. and then there are theories out there that this man was actually killed by the us government to create some pro-war sentiment.
what is going on here? something horrible happened, and everyone is using it to serve their own causes. the webposts told me to do everything from march on the white house to join the army and kill a few terrorists of my own. i guess what i'm getting at is that i want to do something to help, but i don't know what needs to be done. no one knows what needs to be done because everyone is so mad that they can only see what they want to do. i don't want something like that to happen again, but what can i do?
really, i want to know! what can i do?
meet my supervisor at the nursery, gary. he's a hard-core conservative, and i happen to be on his republican spam list. some of the arguments are good, some are ridiculous, and then there are stories about soldiers and such that are clearly made-up. but he sends jokes and stuff with the propaganda, so i don't really care that much. like i said, anti-conflict.
my best friend adam is incredibly liberal. true, i have a private theory that being a liberal is his own way to rebel against his parents without denouncing his faith, but he has very good points and explanations to way things aren't working out for us. he is entirely against the war, a stark contrast to gary, who wants to nuke the place and be done with it.
but about me...
yesterday morning i was doing my usual surfing the web and general procrastinating between class and work, wondering what i was going to eat for lunch and wishing i didn't have any homework. i stumbled across a link on another weblog that i'd been curious about for a long time. anyone heard about the beheading of nicholas berg? my understanding is he was an american in baghdad who was captured and executed, and the video of his death made the rounds on the internet. i had heard gary say something about it in passing one day.
why did i open the link? was it morbid curiosity? boredom? whatever the reason, i watched it, and it was honestly the most horrible thing i have ever seen. it's not like in the movies.
the video opened with a man identifying himself and naming his family members, then went to him sitting on the floor with five or six masked guys standing behind him. their spokesman talked for about four minutes in another language, and then they started yelling and jumped on their captive. it took them forty-one seconds to cut off his head.
yesterday i couldn't eat or sleep. i couldn't stop thinking about what i would do if that man in the video was someone that i knew, or worse, someone i loved. i can't believe there are people out there that would do such a thing. i was really freaked out all day... and all night.
today i did some research. i read a lot about nicholas berg and his family and the days before he was kidnapped, and a lot of stories about him from people he had known. i also read a lot of angry letters and conspiracy theories. those last two weren't very encouraging. one letter would say, "the liberals are insane to be so blind and blah blah blah" and another would say, "he's dead because the bush administration is a global joke and blah blah blah". even in the face of something so horrible, people can't agree on what needs to be done. and then there are theories out there that this man was actually killed by the us government to create some pro-war sentiment.
what is going on here? something horrible happened, and everyone is using it to serve their own causes. the webposts told me to do everything from march on the white house to join the army and kill a few terrorists of my own. i guess what i'm getting at is that i want to do something to help, but i don't know what needs to be done. no one knows what needs to be done because everyone is so mad that they can only see what they want to do. i don't want something like that to happen again, but what can i do?
really, i want to know! what can i do?
Thursday, June 17, 2004
new perspective on the ee class
i was looking over my very disappointing ee test yesterday and noticed that i lost four point on a problem that i had actually done correctly. i waited around after class to tell dr. oravecz, and when i was explaining it to him, this other dude perked uo his lazy ears and grabbed his test and ran over. dr. oravecz was apologizing as he pulled out his grade book to change my grade. i was super-happy, thinking that i was going to get four points back (which would have brought me up to a B), when mr. too-lazy-to-look-at-my-own-test rushes in and said, "oh! i did the same thing!" and shoved his test under the professor's nose.
dr. oravecz checked him out and told him that he didn't get his points because he didn't talk about the current or something, and then he looked over mine again to see if the current was included in MY explaination.
it wasn't.
he gave me one point back.
grrrr! i totally wanted to cuss the lazy dude out! he couldn't just let me have my points! bastard.
but afterwards dr. oravecz looked over my whole test and gave me another point on another problem, so i've got a B-, anyway. then he told me not to worry, i'm above the class average and going really well on the homework. then he asked me about my major, my gpa, how many years i've been here, stuff like that.
maybe this class won't be too bad. the final is 50% of the final grade, so i could be bummed about how much the final counts for, or i could be relived that i have a lot of room to mess up.
dun worry... be happy!
dr. oravecz checked him out and told him that he didn't get his points because he didn't talk about the current or something, and then he looked over mine again to see if the current was included in MY explaination.
it wasn't.
he gave me one point back.
grrrr! i totally wanted to cuss the lazy dude out! he couldn't just let me have my points! bastard.
but afterwards dr. oravecz looked over my whole test and gave me another point on another problem, so i've got a B-, anyway. then he told me not to worry, i'm above the class average and going really well on the homework. then he asked me about my major, my gpa, how many years i've been here, stuff like that.
maybe this class won't be too bad. the final is 50% of the final grade, so i could be bummed about how much the final counts for, or i could be relived that i have a lot of room to mess up.
dun worry... be happy!
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
wow! you totally smell like trash!
last week i got a job at the val verde steakhouse and cafe. my job is waitressing, catering, working at the coffee shop, and washing dishes, which is what i'm doing this week. i know what you're probably thinking... "gross! dishes!", but it's really not that bad. washing dishes is easy. you just wash the dishes until you're done, and then you're done!
but what IS that bad is closing up. i started on the dinner shift last night, which was just fine until the end. i only had like two more dishes to wash, and i was thinking "score! i'll be out of here by nine!" and the chef told me, "you know you have to sweep and mop the whole floor, right?" no, no one told me that. no big deal. i started mopping.
then, "you know you have to clean out these jugs, right?" (the jugs were like sixty pounds and full of bleach water)
then, "you know you have to take those jugs downstairs, right?"
then, "you know you have to take out the trash, right?"
i was there for another hour and a half. but alan took out the trash because he felt sorry for me, and he made me some ice cream. it meant i had to mop the floor two more times because first he spilled the trash and then tracked mud through the kitchen, but it was worth it not to touch that discusting trash.
i was pretty cheerful last night. but i have to close every day this week through sunday, and i have a feeling i'm going to be a lot less nice by then... especially since i will be working and smelling gross while my boyfriend is in town and i could be hanging out with him.
i hope i can stay happy!
but what IS that bad is closing up. i started on the dinner shift last night, which was just fine until the end. i only had like two more dishes to wash, and i was thinking "score! i'll be out of here by nine!" and the chef told me, "you know you have to sweep and mop the whole floor, right?" no, no one told me that. no big deal. i started mopping.
then, "you know you have to clean out these jugs, right?" (the jugs were like sixty pounds and full of bleach water)
then, "you know you have to take those jugs downstairs, right?"
then, "you know you have to take out the trash, right?"
i was there for another hour and a half. but alan took out the trash because he felt sorry for me, and he made me some ice cream. it meant i had to mop the floor two more times because first he spilled the trash and then tracked mud through the kitchen, but it was worth it not to touch that discusting trash.
i was pretty cheerful last night. but i have to close every day this week through sunday, and i have a feeling i'm going to be a lot less nice by then... especially since i will be working and smelling gross while my boyfriend is in town and i could be hanging out with him.
i hope i can stay happy!
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
huzzah!
i took my first ee test today, and bwah, hah, hah, i destroyed it! i MAY have aced it, but i don't know exactly how this teacher grades. his name is dr. oravecz, and he's hungarian and adorable. he has funny phrases for things, for example he calls homework "the task". he also wears he same suit like every day... and i've had five classes so far and only seen two ties. i'm really glad that i seem to have done well on this test because, let me tell you, i completely BOMBED the first quiz. eight out of twenty. ouch.
my other class this summer is technical writing. my teacher is dr. griffin, and she is also adorable. of course adam, carmelita, john, and adam's new roomie bryan are in that class, so it's a lot more fun than ee. during class adam and i comment on the teacher... she's really trendy. she always wears funny, cute little clothes and cool shoes. she's also surprizingly muscular for a fifty-something english teacher, and i really like how she does her hair. she kind of ties it in stratigically-places knots. that class is going okaaay... how i do is yet to be seen. but hey, i don't mean to brag, but i am awesome at writing papers. did i tell you i got less than one point less than the highest grade in my materials lab? that actually really bugs me. if i'd only tried a LITTLE harder... and i could have...
you know what? i like my boyfriend. what a cutie. :)
my other class this summer is technical writing. my teacher is dr. griffin, and she is also adorable. of course adam, carmelita, john, and adam's new roomie bryan are in that class, so it's a lot more fun than ee. during class adam and i comment on the teacher... she's really trendy. she always wears funny, cute little clothes and cool shoes. she's also surprizingly muscular for a fifty-something english teacher, and i really like how she does her hair. she kind of ties it in stratigically-places knots. that class is going okaaay... how i do is yet to be seen. but hey, i don't mean to brag, but i am awesome at writing papers. did i tell you i got less than one point less than the highest grade in my materials lab? that actually really bugs me. if i'd only tried a LITTLE harder... and i could have...
you know what? i like my boyfriend. what a cutie. :)
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
keep those fingers crossed...
here i am, back in socorro, where the weather is cool, the schoolwork is hard, and the boyfriend is only an hour and ten minutes away! hooray!
i moved into my house on saturday, but nobody was really around until sunday night. i am liking my living situation very much! meet the roommates:
steve wasson is the owner of the house, and therefore the landlord. i've known him for a long time, and he happens to be engaged to one of my best friends, carmelita, so she's over here a lot. steve is an electrical engineering grad student, and he works in the robotics department with my other best friend adam. steve's cool, he's funny, and he's easy to hang out with, although he does sometimes put his foot in his mouth. he's also the oldest one in the house, a whopping 26! dun dun dun!
corrie lambracht is the only other girl in the house, so the two of us are sharing the master bedroom and bathroom. i'm the first roommate corrie's had in a couple years. we get along great, but don't nessasarily hang out that much. she is a fourth-year astrophysics major, and this summer she's working on a high-tech telescope and at a day camp for super-nerdy high school kids that are studying astronomy. corrie and i are both really good friends with adam, so he'll be over here a lot, too. corrie is also extrememly cool. she's a great leader, good at organizing things, and (this might sound dorky) a very effective communicator.
scuba steve bract has been corrie's study buddy / co-worker for several years now. he just graduated in may with a degree in astrophysics, and he's not quite sure where he'll be next semester, because for some reason his 4.0 gpa didn't attract the attention of many grad schools. this summer he's also working on the telescope and at the nerd camp, so he and corrie will probably be sick of each other soon, since they work together and then come home to the same house. scuba is the sweetest, most polite guy in the entire world. he's such a cutie, too. he's an enormous nerd, but he's so incredibly endearing that it's really hard to notice. he's very soft-spoken and hard-working, and i think he's totally cool. he happens to have a huge crush on my former roommate kim as well, who is also around this summer.
christian w. brown is the fourth and final roommate, and the one i know the least. he's sharing a room with scuba. he just finished his first year of college working towards a degree in computer science, the weirdest of the weird. (cs majors reading this, i apologize, but face it, you've got some real freaks in your major.) christian seems to be on the normal side however, except for his tendancies toward zen, new-agey stuff, like kokology and crazy teas. he's a gentleman, very nice, extrememly smart and convicted, a good conversationalist, and has impeccable manners. he and i are the only ones in the house actually taking summer courses. he's enlisted for calc 3 and psychology. his good buddies lee (who i think is hilarious) and andrew (who is so cute! he reminds me of my brother) have been hanging around lately. all in all i think christian's pretty cool, but i'm still trying to figure him out. i'll keep you posted.
so that's it for the house! together we are very funny and very intelligent. i'm really looking forward to this summer, i think it will be a lot of fun!
i'll fill you in on the classes and the job another time... be assured, there is a lot to say! think hungarian grandpa, steak sauce, trendy buff elderly lady, creepy cook, resumes, and the rotery club...
and let you imagination go wild!
i moved into my house on saturday, but nobody was really around until sunday night. i am liking my living situation very much! meet the roommates:
steve wasson is the owner of the house, and therefore the landlord. i've known him for a long time, and he happens to be engaged to one of my best friends, carmelita, so she's over here a lot. steve is an electrical engineering grad student, and he works in the robotics department with my other best friend adam. steve's cool, he's funny, and he's easy to hang out with, although he does sometimes put his foot in his mouth. he's also the oldest one in the house, a whopping 26! dun dun dun!
corrie lambracht is the only other girl in the house, so the two of us are sharing the master bedroom and bathroom. i'm the first roommate corrie's had in a couple years. we get along great, but don't nessasarily hang out that much. she is a fourth-year astrophysics major, and this summer she's working on a high-tech telescope and at a day camp for super-nerdy high school kids that are studying astronomy. corrie and i are both really good friends with adam, so he'll be over here a lot, too. corrie is also extrememly cool. she's a great leader, good at organizing things, and (this might sound dorky) a very effective communicator.
scuba steve bract has been corrie's study buddy / co-worker for several years now. he just graduated in may with a degree in astrophysics, and he's not quite sure where he'll be next semester, because for some reason his 4.0 gpa didn't attract the attention of many grad schools. this summer he's also working on the telescope and at the nerd camp, so he and corrie will probably be sick of each other soon, since they work together and then come home to the same house. scuba is the sweetest, most polite guy in the entire world. he's such a cutie, too. he's an enormous nerd, but he's so incredibly endearing that it's really hard to notice. he's very soft-spoken and hard-working, and i think he's totally cool. he happens to have a huge crush on my former roommate kim as well, who is also around this summer.
christian w. brown is the fourth and final roommate, and the one i know the least. he's sharing a room with scuba. he just finished his first year of college working towards a degree in computer science, the weirdest of the weird. (cs majors reading this, i apologize, but face it, you've got some real freaks in your major.) christian seems to be on the normal side however, except for his tendancies toward zen, new-agey stuff, like kokology and crazy teas. he's a gentleman, very nice, extrememly smart and convicted, a good conversationalist, and has impeccable manners. he and i are the only ones in the house actually taking summer courses. he's enlisted for calc 3 and psychology. his good buddies lee (who i think is hilarious) and andrew (who is so cute! he reminds me of my brother) have been hanging around lately. all in all i think christian's pretty cool, but i'm still trying to figure him out. i'll keep you posted.
so that's it for the house! together we are very funny and very intelligent. i'm really looking forward to this summer, i think it will be a lot of fun!
i'll fill you in on the classes and the job another time... be assured, there is a lot to say! think hungarian grandpa, steak sauce, trendy buff elderly lady, creepy cook, resumes, and the rotery club...
and let you imagination go wild!
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