here i am, being a good kid and trying to get my part of my solid mechanics lab write up done so my group doesn't kill me, and all i can think of is mahna mahna.
listen if you dare!
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
what's in YOUR head?
though i’d like people to think otherwise, i’m one lazy, lazy person. it doesn’t seem like it from the outside, since i was valedictorian of my class and i usually have a job and i have great grades and all… but really, most of that is luck. i spend most of my waking hours playing spider solitaire. i put my homework off until the last minute, i haven’t washed my car in years, i don’t keep in touch with my friends… i have SO much free time, and i don’t do anything with it.
today i did the dishes twice, did ALL my laundry (and there was a lot of it, because hey, i put it off for over a month), cleaned my room, and got a job, of all things. i figured while i have all this motivation i should write to you, at least about the bizarre dream i had last night. every time i sleep in my new bed, i have the weirdest dreams. the weirdest one was when i dreamed i was crucified. i think i was JESUS.
as you know, my best friend carmelita is getting married this summer. i had a dream that we were at her wedding, but the ceremony was at steve’s house here in socorro. there were rows of chairs set up in the living room. i remember seeing carmen wearing a purple shirt and jeans and panicking because she wasn’t ready to get married and i would be in trouble because i’m the maid of honor. then i saw steve, and he was wearing jeans too. they told me that the wedding was over (apparently i had just missed it, all the guests were still in the other room) and that they were tired. they were unusually okay with me missing the ceremony. they had all their bags packed and were getting into the car, and they told me they were going to san diego for the reception.
next thing i know, i’m in san diego dreamland, where it’s very, very, sunny and pretty cold. we were on an outdoor platform right next to the water under a huge ugly tent. i was sitting at a table with my brother, our new study buddy, and his sister. as far as i know, none of them will actually be at the wedding. actually, i don’t even know if the sister exists. study buddy said he used to be gay. i remember thinking, “i knew it!”
then marky larky came in! he won’t be at the wedding either, but he was working in san diego. he was carrying huge cages full of doves, and he let them go inside the tent. they all flew up to the top and carried the tent away with them and flew off. the sun was really bright, and i looked across the water and saw two penguins playing on a little island.
then it started to rain, so we all had to build a new tent. there was metal and timber sticking out on the sides. everyone was toasting carmen and steve, but i wasn’t paying attention. i don’t think i was the maid of honor.
the weirdest part of my weird dreams is how well i can remember them. i can still see every detail. are any of you dream interpreters? am i a mental case or what? help!
today i did the dishes twice, did ALL my laundry (and there was a lot of it, because hey, i put it off for over a month), cleaned my room, and got a job, of all things. i figured while i have all this motivation i should write to you, at least about the bizarre dream i had last night. every time i sleep in my new bed, i have the weirdest dreams. the weirdest one was when i dreamed i was crucified. i think i was JESUS.
as you know, my best friend carmelita is getting married this summer. i had a dream that we were at her wedding, but the ceremony was at steve’s house here in socorro. there were rows of chairs set up in the living room. i remember seeing carmen wearing a purple shirt and jeans and panicking because she wasn’t ready to get married and i would be in trouble because i’m the maid of honor. then i saw steve, and he was wearing jeans too. they told me that the wedding was over (apparently i had just missed it, all the guests were still in the other room) and that they were tired. they were unusually okay with me missing the ceremony. they had all their bags packed and were getting into the car, and they told me they were going to san diego for the reception.
next thing i know, i’m in san diego dreamland, where it’s very, very, sunny and pretty cold. we were on an outdoor platform right next to the water under a huge ugly tent. i was sitting at a table with my brother, our new study buddy, and his sister. as far as i know, none of them will actually be at the wedding. actually, i don’t even know if the sister exists. study buddy said he used to be gay. i remember thinking, “i knew it!”
then marky larky came in! he won’t be at the wedding either, but he was working in san diego. he was carrying huge cages full of doves, and he let them go inside the tent. they all flew up to the top and carried the tent away with them and flew off. the sun was really bright, and i looked across the water and saw two penguins playing on a little island.
then it started to rain, so we all had to build a new tent. there was metal and timber sticking out on the sides. everyone was toasting carmen and steve, but i wasn’t paying attention. i don’t think i was the maid of honor.
the weirdest part of my weird dreams is how well i can remember them. i can still see every detail. are any of you dream interpreters? am i a mental case or what? help!
Monday, February 14, 2005
a sinic
you’ve definitely seen them or heard them… maybe you are one yourself. you know who i mean. the women, young and old, that hate valentine’s day.
i’m not here to question motives. people have their own reasons for feeling a certain way. personally, i’ve never hated valentine’s day or felt bitter or even been abnormally lonely, in spite of the fact that i haven’t had a boyfriend before this year. i always had a guy that i admired from afar, but no romance. i suppose my experience for comparison is somewhat limited, but thus far, valentine’s day without a boyfriend was a whole lot more fun. in fact, this valentine’s day has been the worst i think i’ve ever had. and now, when i actually have a valentine, i’m relating to the masses… this day really does suck.
what exactly is the point of valentine’s day anyway? is it to make someone feel special? is it to make someone feel loved?
last night i took mike out on an $80 date. i’d been asking him for a while what i should get him for valentine’s day, and he kept saying food. and boy, did i bring the food. i was really proud of myself. i took him to albuquerque, to a fancy brazillian restaurant that serves huge chunks of meat, and then to a movie. i even dressed up all nice and drove. mike fell asleep on the way home. i was really proud of myself.
then came today.
i saw mike even less today than on a normal day. we have a class together, so i saw him then. i study with josh, and mike studies with kat, josh’s girlfriend. today all four of us were studying in the library, but MEs in one room and CEs in the other. they stopped by our room to say hi. actually, kat said hi, mike just stood there until i said hi to him. that was all i saw of him today. i talked to him on the phone twice… both times i called him, and nothing romantic was said.
when i got home from studying after a very long, lonely valentine’s day, there was a box of fruit snacks on my bed. the really gross, generic kind that people only buy if they have themed shapes (i tried some… i won’t try any more). next to it was a card that was meant for a four-year-old… i know because i got them when i was four. plus a frame with a picture of us inside that is mine anyway, mike’s just kept it in his room for the last month. so is it like, happy valentine’s day, here’s your stuff back? that’s great. it was worse than getting nothing.
i suppose the conclusion is that valentine’s day is better when you’re not expecting anything. i don’t think i was expecting like a grand ol’ present or anything, but it would have been nice to hang out with him, or get a note from him that had more than one sentence, or even talk to him. i don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect that valentine’s day will be more eventful when you have a boyfriend than when you don’t. even last year when we weren’t together he gave me a rose.
should i be upset here? am i just being stupid? i feel like a big baby, but i also feel really disappointed. bottom line: i don’t feel special and i don’t feel loved. and valentine’s day sucks.
i’m not here to question motives. people have their own reasons for feeling a certain way. personally, i’ve never hated valentine’s day or felt bitter or even been abnormally lonely, in spite of the fact that i haven’t had a boyfriend before this year. i always had a guy that i admired from afar, but no romance. i suppose my experience for comparison is somewhat limited, but thus far, valentine’s day without a boyfriend was a whole lot more fun. in fact, this valentine’s day has been the worst i think i’ve ever had. and now, when i actually have a valentine, i’m relating to the masses… this day really does suck.
what exactly is the point of valentine’s day anyway? is it to make someone feel special? is it to make someone feel loved?
last night i took mike out on an $80 date. i’d been asking him for a while what i should get him for valentine’s day, and he kept saying food. and boy, did i bring the food. i was really proud of myself. i took him to albuquerque, to a fancy brazillian restaurant that serves huge chunks of meat, and then to a movie. i even dressed up all nice and drove. mike fell asleep on the way home. i was really proud of myself.
then came today.
i saw mike even less today than on a normal day. we have a class together, so i saw him then. i study with josh, and mike studies with kat, josh’s girlfriend. today all four of us were studying in the library, but MEs in one room and CEs in the other. they stopped by our room to say hi. actually, kat said hi, mike just stood there until i said hi to him. that was all i saw of him today. i talked to him on the phone twice… both times i called him, and nothing romantic was said.
when i got home from studying after a very long, lonely valentine’s day, there was a box of fruit snacks on my bed. the really gross, generic kind that people only buy if they have themed shapes (i tried some… i won’t try any more). next to it was a card that was meant for a four-year-old… i know because i got them when i was four. plus a frame with a picture of us inside that is mine anyway, mike’s just kept it in his room for the last month. so is it like, happy valentine’s day, here’s your stuff back? that’s great. it was worse than getting nothing.
i suppose the conclusion is that valentine’s day is better when you’re not expecting anything. i don’t think i was expecting like a grand ol’ present or anything, but it would have been nice to hang out with him, or get a note from him that had more than one sentence, or even talk to him. i don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect that valentine’s day will be more eventful when you have a boyfriend than when you don’t. even last year when we weren’t together he gave me a rose.
should i be upset here? am i just being stupid? i feel like a big baby, but i also feel really disappointed. bottom line: i don’t feel special and i don’t feel loved. and valentine’s day sucks.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
hello stranger
yes, it's been a while. i've finally really realized that i just can't live without the internet. i will do whatever is needed to get it into my house. right now i'm in my good ol' boyfriends room, but soon i will be publishing from my very own house! ah....
so, meet the new roomies. i'd say it's about time.
first of all, the girls in general...
they are all SO beautiful! i think rauni looks like sandra bullock, and everyone thinks nicki looks like liv tyler. i've been trying to figure out what celebrity kc looks like for quite some time now, but no luck. if you're really interested, i think she looks a little like carla bruni, but not so much to actually say it for sure.
first of all... the room-roommate, nicole.
nicki is studying early childhood development at the unm valencia campus. she's my age (21) and has a boyfriend named jonny and a dog named mocha. she's really sweet and fun and she's really, really happy like 99% of the time. i don't think she's ever had a ROOM roommate before, so it's kind of been an experience. she likes total darkness and lots of heat. i like to see and save my money. but it's working out. the good part is we have a huge closet and tons of clothes.
the house-roommate, kc
kc was doing graduate work at tech in geology i think, when she decided that it wasn’t what she wanted to do. now she’s teaching science at the middle school. she’s 24, making her the oldest of all of us. kc is very very pretty, and she’s tall and graceful and she’s has a really cute minnesota accent. she dresses nice, too. i think she could be a model. i like kc a lot, but i don’t really know how to act around her. i feel like i’m too immature or something. it’s not that she’s condescending or anything, i’m just weird.
the other house-roommate, rauni
rauni is the coolest and prettiest of us all. she only just turned nineteen this month, but she’s like superwoman, i swear. i think it was my second day at this house, she woke up at like seven on a saturday to go outside and burn the weeds in the yard. she’s got so much ambition and she’s cheerful and she stands up for herself.. she’s the only other techie in the house, but we don’t really have a techie kinship because she’s a freshman and living off-campus and still in the same town with her family and an undecided major and i’m totally in the thick of my junior engineering classes. but that doesn’t mean we’re not friends! she’s really smart and she’s not a drama queen… she’s so cool.
well, friends, it looks like my time is up for this evening. good night!
so, meet the new roomies. i'd say it's about time.
first of all, the girls in general...
they are all SO beautiful! i think rauni looks like sandra bullock, and everyone thinks nicki looks like liv tyler. i've been trying to figure out what celebrity kc looks like for quite some time now, but no luck. if you're really interested, i think she looks a little like carla bruni, but not so much to actually say it for sure.
first of all... the room-roommate, nicole.
nicki is studying early childhood development at the unm valencia campus. she's my age (21) and has a boyfriend named jonny and a dog named mocha. she's really sweet and fun and she's really, really happy like 99% of the time. i don't think she's ever had a ROOM roommate before, so it's kind of been an experience. she likes total darkness and lots of heat. i like to see and save my money. but it's working out. the good part is we have a huge closet and tons of clothes.
the house-roommate, kc
kc was doing graduate work at tech in geology i think, when she decided that it wasn’t what she wanted to do. now she’s teaching science at the middle school. she’s 24, making her the oldest of all of us. kc is very very pretty, and she’s tall and graceful and she’s has a really cute minnesota accent. she dresses nice, too. i think she could be a model. i like kc a lot, but i don’t really know how to act around her. i feel like i’m too immature or something. it’s not that she’s condescending or anything, i’m just weird.
the other house-roommate, rauni
rauni is the coolest and prettiest of us all. she only just turned nineteen this month, but she’s like superwoman, i swear. i think it was my second day at this house, she woke up at like seven on a saturday to go outside and burn the weeds in the yard. she’s got so much ambition and she’s cheerful and she stands up for herself.. she’s the only other techie in the house, but we don’t really have a techie kinship because she’s a freshman and living off-campus and still in the same town with her family and an undecided major and i’m totally in the thick of my junior engineering classes. but that doesn’t mean we’re not friends! she’s really smart and she’s not a drama queen… she’s so cool.
well, friends, it looks like my time is up for this evening. good night!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
what smoke are you cracking?
as all of you know, i ended up moving in with the val verde girls. the house is big and beautiful and very cozy and homey…. i love it. there are downsides, of course, the main one being no internet. no internet! how primitive, you are no doubt thinking, but i thought i would be tortured by this fact a lot more than i am. the only real sides effects are that i’m bored and can’t look something up whenever i want to. like today i had to make a phone call to find out the surface area of a sphere. i used to be just a few clicks away from stuff like that… do i really have to remember it now? sigh….
moving in with non-techies is simply relating to me once again how backwards i really am. first of all, bedtime… i thought jessica slept a lot, but wow. these girls go to bed at like eight thirty. i don’t get it. i recently read an article about how much people sleep, and i’m not alone. it seems there are a handful of people out there who are groggy when they get to much sleep, too much being like six hours. i find that i function the best on about four. so on the weekdays i’m up late doing homework, and on the weekends, i think, hey, no homework due tomorrow! i can go to bed early!
on saturday night my roommate nicole saw me in my p.j.’s at ten and said, “are you seriously going to bed right now?” my thinking is, “it’s the weekend! time for sleep!” while theirs is, “it’s the weekend! stay up late!”
backwards.
another realization came when mike and i went out to dinner with some of his friends from home. a guy that used to go to tech, matt, his girlfriend, emily, and her best friend, jon. since we’re all students, of course we talked about school. it was so weird… mike and i have completely different lives than jon and emily. matt, who knows both situations, was in the middle and almost seemed uncomfortable taking a side. just talking about the math alone was weird. emily is nervous about taking algebra. jon is proud that he took calc one. mike laughed… i just didn’t know what to say. and then emily was talking about her major, cultural anthropology. i didn’t even know what that meant. at one point, jon asked us if we even had humanities at our school. and i’m pretty sure he was serious.
last night i went to presidents to hang out with carmen and ended up playing catch phrase with a few of the girls that live there. my word was “net.” i thought later that a normal person would have asked their teammates, “what do you catch fish in?” but i asked, “what do you use to check your email? what do we call it for short?”
and they guessed it right away, no hesitation.
tis a strange and sorted life I lead.
moving in with non-techies is simply relating to me once again how backwards i really am. first of all, bedtime… i thought jessica slept a lot, but wow. these girls go to bed at like eight thirty. i don’t get it. i recently read an article about how much people sleep, and i’m not alone. it seems there are a handful of people out there who are groggy when they get to much sleep, too much being like six hours. i find that i function the best on about four. so on the weekdays i’m up late doing homework, and on the weekends, i think, hey, no homework due tomorrow! i can go to bed early!
on saturday night my roommate nicole saw me in my p.j.’s at ten and said, “are you seriously going to bed right now?” my thinking is, “it’s the weekend! time for sleep!” while theirs is, “it’s the weekend! stay up late!”
backwards.
another realization came when mike and i went out to dinner with some of his friends from home. a guy that used to go to tech, matt, his girlfriend, emily, and her best friend, jon. since we’re all students, of course we talked about school. it was so weird… mike and i have completely different lives than jon and emily. matt, who knows both situations, was in the middle and almost seemed uncomfortable taking a side. just talking about the math alone was weird. emily is nervous about taking algebra. jon is proud that he took calc one. mike laughed… i just didn’t know what to say. and then emily was talking about her major, cultural anthropology. i didn’t even know what that meant. at one point, jon asked us if we even had humanities at our school. and i’m pretty sure he was serious.
last night i went to presidents to hang out with carmen and ended up playing catch phrase with a few of the girls that live there. my word was “net.” i thought later that a normal person would have asked their teammates, “what do you catch fish in?” but i asked, “what do you use to check your email? what do we call it for short?”
and they guessed it right away, no hesitation.
tis a strange and sorted life I lead.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
media blitz!
i have been using gift cards and such to beef up my cd and dvd collection. here's this season's edition:
cds:
carla bruni- she was playing in barnes & noble when i went into the store, and i totally forgot about the i am sam soundtrack i wanted and bought her cd. french girl with a guitar... i really like it. it wasn't till later that i remembered all the beatles covers that i wanted. oh well, maybe next year. i'm glad i bought calra. she's chill.
norah jones- okay, norah is my hero. she's awesome. if i was her i'd be awesome. anyway, she and carla took care of my new chill music category. i ran them both by my grandfather this morning, and he didn't think either of them were bad, which is saying an aweful lot. he really doesn't like a lot of music. sweet.
chicago soundtrack- now i can enjoy the awesome music without the pain of seeing half-naked girls. woo! i think queen latifa is SO talented. and she's so pretty too. her songs are my favorites.
down with love soundtrack- the tracks with the original movie music are hilarious! i wish i had lived in the sixties.
no doubt: the singles- i needed some girl rock to balance out the girl chill i get with norah and calra, and who better but gwen? my favorite on this one is "i'm just a girl." i'm noticing a trend so far... i must be on a girl-power trip. all i need to do now is talk about aretha franklin. she's my hero, too.
ultimate 80's- i knew i watned an 80's cd, and i picked this 30-track 2-disk set for one big reason... it had owner of a lonely heart on it. true, i already have that song, but any variety cd that includes yes is sure to be a hit in my book. i'm very happy with it.
the ratpack- it's like the vegas years or something. i really like sammy davis jr, think highly of dean martin, and of course who doesn't like frank sinatra? this cd has solos, duets and trios from all three, so i'm happy.
dvds
legally blond 2- okay, this one was a gift. i've been wanting to see it, because i liked the first one. i watched it with my sister the other day, and we both thought it was aweful. i can't even tell you how bad it was. i don't know why i would ever watch it again, but now i own it. hmmm... what a quandry.
shrek 2- another sequel, only this one is excellent, arguably better than the first. playing far far away idol is very fun, too. of course, all movies are better if i watch them with my dad and he likes them. interesting, that's the third time i've brought someone else's opinion in here... maybe i have a people-pleasing complex along with girl power issues. i'm a very complicated person.
my darling clementine- no, it wasn't in the store... i had to order it. this lovely tale directed by john ford is actually not about clementine, it's about wyatt earp, played by the handsome henry fonda. if you've seen tombstone, it's a very similar story. doc holiday is a lot better in tombstone because val kilmer does such a great job, but i like henry fonda a whole lot more than kurt russell, i mean really. this is one of my favorite westerns, partly due to the shakespeare scene. for the record, i can recite more of hamlet's soliloquy than doc holiday can. yay, me!
grease- well, what can i say? it's just one of those i need to own.
master and commander- yessssss! it's mine! i LOVE this movie, it's so great. i can see how some people think it's boring, it's not very fast paced and a lot of the movie is in the dialog, but i adore it. i watched it today and i may watch it again before i go to bed, now that i'm thinking about how great it is. i spend days after i watch it pretending that i am a sailor and i sleep in a hammock and i have an english accent. i love that this movie is about friendship, and that both friends were willing to give up something important for the other. and the little one-armed kid is totally my hero! i know i already said my hero was norah, but i changed my mind. the one-armed kid is so much cooler. i love him.
i light of all this, i've really been wondering at my materialism level. i'm willing to spend my hard-earned minimum-wage wages on this stuff that won't last and that i don't really need. it makes me momentarily happy, however. another quandry. what shall i do?
cds:
carla bruni- she was playing in barnes & noble when i went into the store, and i totally forgot about the i am sam soundtrack i wanted and bought her cd. french girl with a guitar... i really like it. it wasn't till later that i remembered all the beatles covers that i wanted. oh well, maybe next year. i'm glad i bought calra. she's chill.
norah jones- okay, norah is my hero. she's awesome. if i was her i'd be awesome. anyway, she and carla took care of my new chill music category. i ran them both by my grandfather this morning, and he didn't think either of them were bad, which is saying an aweful lot. he really doesn't like a lot of music. sweet.
chicago soundtrack- now i can enjoy the awesome music without the pain of seeing half-naked girls. woo! i think queen latifa is SO talented. and she's so pretty too. her songs are my favorites.
down with love soundtrack- the tracks with the original movie music are hilarious! i wish i had lived in the sixties.
no doubt: the singles- i needed some girl rock to balance out the girl chill i get with norah and calra, and who better but gwen? my favorite on this one is "i'm just a girl." i'm noticing a trend so far... i must be on a girl-power trip. all i need to do now is talk about aretha franklin. she's my hero, too.
ultimate 80's- i knew i watned an 80's cd, and i picked this 30-track 2-disk set for one big reason... it had owner of a lonely heart on it. true, i already have that song, but any variety cd that includes yes is sure to be a hit in my book. i'm very happy with it.
the ratpack- it's like the vegas years or something. i really like sammy davis jr, think highly of dean martin, and of course who doesn't like frank sinatra? this cd has solos, duets and trios from all three, so i'm happy.
dvds
legally blond 2- okay, this one was a gift. i've been wanting to see it, because i liked the first one. i watched it with my sister the other day, and we both thought it was aweful. i can't even tell you how bad it was. i don't know why i would ever watch it again, but now i own it. hmmm... what a quandry.
shrek 2- another sequel, only this one is excellent, arguably better than the first. playing far far away idol is very fun, too. of course, all movies are better if i watch them with my dad and he likes them. interesting, that's the third time i've brought someone else's opinion in here... maybe i have a people-pleasing complex along with girl power issues. i'm a very complicated person.
my darling clementine- no, it wasn't in the store... i had to order it. this lovely tale directed by john ford is actually not about clementine, it's about wyatt earp, played by the handsome henry fonda. if you've seen tombstone, it's a very similar story. doc holiday is a lot better in tombstone because val kilmer does such a great job, but i like henry fonda a whole lot more than kurt russell, i mean really. this is one of my favorite westerns, partly due to the shakespeare scene. for the record, i can recite more of hamlet's soliloquy than doc holiday can. yay, me!
grease- well, what can i say? it's just one of those i need to own.
master and commander- yessssss! it's mine! i LOVE this movie, it's so great. i can see how some people think it's boring, it's not very fast paced and a lot of the movie is in the dialog, but i adore it. i watched it today and i may watch it again before i go to bed, now that i'm thinking about how great it is. i spend days after i watch it pretending that i am a sailor and i sleep in a hammock and i have an english accent. i love that this movie is about friendship, and that both friends were willing to give up something important for the other. and the little one-armed kid is totally my hero! i know i already said my hero was norah, but i changed my mind. the one-armed kid is so much cooler. i love him.
i light of all this, i've really been wondering at my materialism level. i'm willing to spend my hard-earned minimum-wage wages on this stuff that won't last and that i don't really need. it makes me momentarily happy, however. another quandry. what shall i do?
Monday, December 27, 2004
the christmas-new year stretch
here's my theory. i've had it since i was a kid. christmas is so stressful and crazy and everyone's trying to remember things that they haven't finished yet, and add to that the stress of finals, vacation time from work, family coming into town, spending loads and loads of money... it's really not that enjoyable. new year's eve is where it's at. it's a big party! you're not required to bring any gifts, you don't have to spend all your money, you get to stay up late, and honestly, the tv stations play the BEST movies on new year's eve. i love new year's eve more than my own birthday. i thinnk it takes people a while to get into the holiday spirit. at christmastime, it's still settling in. but a week later, at new years, you're ready to have fun. it really feels relaxing and you're ready to have fun.
so christmastime, anyone? my parents gave me two redeemable plane tickets so i can take my darling on a trip for his birthday. i'm so excited! i want to go to washington state, and go to visit vancouvour. also in the way of presents, my little sister made me a fleece blaket with my little ponies all over it. that one is at the top of the list. and my baby brother covered a little heart-shaped wooden box with pretty paper for me and filled it with m&ms. he's so cute! of course my big brother had to buy me something expensive, now that he's a working man and all. he bought me an uthentic dallas stars jersey. it's beautiful and expensive and HUGE. i can't think of when i could wear it. really the brightest future i can see for this bank-buster is in a frame on the wall.
i bought my parents matching mom & dad t shirts that say new mexico tech on them. they also got pictures i knew they would like from the vegas trip. my dad got one of us with a begas elvis and my mom got one of us in a gondola at the venitian. my sister got blondie's greatest hits and a life-size stand up of james dean. she loves me now! for nick i got a bunch of beanies and a sweatshirt. he likes it because it actually fits him (my brother is about 6'5") and he says it's soft. the little brother got a cd and a sweatshirt. he's still at that age where a cd is cool just because it's a cd, and a sweatshirt that his sister doesn't steal is nice.
okay, i've dodged long enough. i can only write at work nowadays because i can't get internet at home. so here i go, tagging plants. (i didn't relize how bad the dishwashing job was until i came back here. i'm so glad i quit!)
so christmastime, anyone? my parents gave me two redeemable plane tickets so i can take my darling on a trip for his birthday. i'm so excited! i want to go to washington state, and go to visit vancouvour. also in the way of presents, my little sister made me a fleece blaket with my little ponies all over it. that one is at the top of the list. and my baby brother covered a little heart-shaped wooden box with pretty paper for me and filled it with m&ms. he's so cute! of course my big brother had to buy me something expensive, now that he's a working man and all. he bought me an uthentic dallas stars jersey. it's beautiful and expensive and HUGE. i can't think of when i could wear it. really the brightest future i can see for this bank-buster is in a frame on the wall.
i bought my parents matching mom & dad t shirts that say new mexico tech on them. they also got pictures i knew they would like from the vegas trip. my dad got one of us with a begas elvis and my mom got one of us in a gondola at the venitian. my sister got blondie's greatest hits and a life-size stand up of james dean. she loves me now! for nick i got a bunch of beanies and a sweatshirt. he likes it because it actually fits him (my brother is about 6'5") and he says it's soft. the little brother got a cd and a sweatshirt. he's still at that age where a cd is cool just because it's a cd, and a sweatshirt that his sister doesn't steal is nice.
okay, i've dodged long enough. i can only write at work nowadays because i can't get internet at home. so here i go, tagging plants. (i didn't relize how bad the dishwashing job was until i came back here. i'm so glad i quit!)
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
shoe politics
WHAT is the deal?!?
maybe i've really digressed into nerdom. maybe socorro is going to be one of those towns stuck decades behind the rest of the world. maybe i'm the only one who thinks this... or maybe ugg boots and super-spikey shoes really are ridiculous.
honestly... the spikey shoes girls are wearing these days are the most unattractive footwear i think i've ever seen. not just girls! i went to see ocean's twelve opening night, and there's a scene where brad pitt and catherine zeta-jones, perhaps two of the most beautiful people ever, are standing next to each other, both wearing those aweful, pointy shoes. i was very sad.
less sad but equally mysterious is the obsession with ugg boots. i'm not the shoe expert my roommate is, but didn't some celebrity start those? i bet a lot of them sat around and said, "these kiddos love us so much, we could wear the ugliest shoes imaginable and they'd still copy us." way to go, public.
for reals now, not to offend, but i really am in the dark here. are the boots really comfortable? do the spikes make your legs look longer? if all this is just to look different, um... it's not working. everybody's wearing them.
except me! give me my chucks any day.
maybe i've really digressed into nerdom. maybe socorro is going to be one of those towns stuck decades behind the rest of the world. maybe i'm the only one who thinks this... or maybe ugg boots and super-spikey shoes really are ridiculous.
honestly... the spikey shoes girls are wearing these days are the most unattractive footwear i think i've ever seen. not just girls! i went to see ocean's twelve opening night, and there's a scene where brad pitt and catherine zeta-jones, perhaps two of the most beautiful people ever, are standing next to each other, both wearing those aweful, pointy shoes. i was very sad.
less sad but equally mysterious is the obsession with ugg boots. i'm not the shoe expert my roommate is, but didn't some celebrity start those? i bet a lot of them sat around and said, "these kiddos love us so much, we could wear the ugliest shoes imaginable and they'd still copy us." way to go, public.
for reals now, not to offend, but i really am in the dark here. are the boots really comfortable? do the spikes make your legs look longer? if all this is just to look different, um... it's not working. everybody's wearing them.
except me! give me my chucks any day.
red, tomato-based condiment
sorry i haven't been writing... here's the short, short version (a la space balls).
i am now twenty one! my birthday was the day before thanksgiving. and what did i do to celebrate? i went to fabulous las vegas. no, i didn't get drunk, no, i didn't get married, and no, i'm not rich. i did gamble a little, but no one even asked to see my id! it was kind of a bummer. i wanted to show it off. oh well.
one thing about vegas is the boobs. they are everywhere. on the billboards, on the taxis, on the casino signs. people stand on the side of the road and hand out fliers for hookers all day long, and people drop them on the ground and the sidewalk is lined with boobs. it's kind of unique, but it got pretty old. the fountain show at the bellagio is the coolest thing ever, it's way better than the scanky pirate show at treasure island. that one has changed a lot since i was a kid.
then there's christmas shopping and of course, finals. i have five this semester. five! have i ever had that many? maybe i'm just getting lazy. as of now, two are down, three to go. bring it.
on to updates:
i have two, count 'em, two jobs lined up for christmas break. the good ol nursery job and a waitressing job at my brother's bakery. yay, money!
i'm moving in with the val verde girls. i'm really looking forward to not eating in the cafeteria and getting money back from the school.
my winning steak... or rather, my getting-a's-on-tests-without-studying streak finally came to an end. yes kids, it really is better to study for your tests. i promise. and it's better to wear sunscrean too. ;)
i am now twenty one! my birthday was the day before thanksgiving. and what did i do to celebrate? i went to fabulous las vegas. no, i didn't get drunk, no, i didn't get married, and no, i'm not rich. i did gamble a little, but no one even asked to see my id! it was kind of a bummer. i wanted to show it off. oh well.
one thing about vegas is the boobs. they are everywhere. on the billboards, on the taxis, on the casino signs. people stand on the side of the road and hand out fliers for hookers all day long, and people drop them on the ground and the sidewalk is lined with boobs. it's kind of unique, but it got pretty old. the fountain show at the bellagio is the coolest thing ever, it's way better than the scanky pirate show at treasure island. that one has changed a lot since i was a kid.
then there's christmas shopping and of course, finals. i have five this semester. five! have i ever had that many? maybe i'm just getting lazy. as of now, two are down, three to go. bring it.
on to updates:
i have two, count 'em, two jobs lined up for christmas break. the good ol nursery job and a waitressing job at my brother's bakery. yay, money!
i'm moving in with the val verde girls. i'm really looking forward to not eating in the cafeteria and getting money back from the school.
my winning steak... or rather, my getting-a's-on-tests-without-studying streak finally came to an end. yes kids, it really is better to study for your tests. i promise. and it's better to wear sunscrean too. ;)
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
epispde 3: the moment of truth... realized!
hey, i did it! i smashed abernathy's test! i didn't get the highest grade in the class, like last time, but i was only two points away. i had a 96. not much to complain about there. at least, not for me. abernathy announced to us today that some of the kids in the class thought that the test was unfair and went and complained to the dean, saying they studied hard and that abernathy didn't help us prepare.
that's sucha lie. i'm not just saying that because i got a good grade, even my friends who got bad grades say that abernathy helps us study more than any other teacher at tech... i hope the dean doesn't listen to them.
but i suppose that's the best expected end to the trilogy, completely proving my point... studying more equals lower grades. remember that one.
that's sucha lie. i'm not just saying that because i got a good grade, even my friends who got bad grades say that abernathy helps us study more than any other teacher at tech... i hope the dean doesn't listen to them.
but i suppose that's the best expected end to the trilogy, completely proving my point... studying more equals lower grades. remember that one.
Friday, November 12, 2004
girl anger, i guess
what's up with this notion that people have that girls are wimpy? even if a person never admits to it, they think it. i really makes me mad. we hear it everywhere.... "don't be such a girl." it means quit acting like a wuss. "that's a girly sport." it means it's easy. and my favorite is the football coach who tries to motovate his team by calling them ladies. don't people know that girls are going to hear these things? what if someone used your name to insult people? would it offend you?
the funny thing is, most people don't notice. most girls don't even notice.
i'm still trying to understand the whole chivalry thing. there's nothing that makes me more mad than hearing a guy say, "i respect women. i would never fight a girl." it's a complete contridiction. but i won't get into that one, it's too controversial.
the funny thing is, most people don't notice. most girls don't even notice.
i'm still trying to understand the whole chivalry thing. there's nothing that makes me more mad than hearing a guy say, "i respect women. i would never fight a girl." it's a complete contridiction. but i won't get into that one, it's too controversial.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
interpretation, please?
i had the weirdest dream last night.
first of all, a little bit about last night. jess was reading in bed and i was reading on the couch. i really wanted to finish the chapter, but my eyes were getting really heavy and i thought that i'd just rest them for a minute. i never thought i could fall asleep on that little tiny couch. i woke up about seven hours later because jess had rolled over and knocked something on the floor. i was shocked, really shocked to find myself still on that little couch, with the light still on, the book still on my lap, and my finger still marking my page, no less! this is very unusual because i am not a very sound sleeper. jess was telling me today that she hadn't slept so well in a long time... maybe it was something in the air.
it was after i actually got into bed that i had the dream. i went to a little christian high school, and we'd have like mini-church services in the middle of the week. i dreamed i was practicing a skit for one of those. in the skit one older person was paired with a kid, and i was paired with this cute little black girl named ruby. ruby does not actually exist, as far as i know. my little brother was in it too, and his partner was mike. in the skit, the older person would be like a voice in the kid's head, telling him or her to do something bad like steal a cookie or tell a lie. of course the voice starts to win over, until the kid prays for strength. then the voice sounds like, "blah blah blah blah...." and the kid has no trouble doing the right thing. cute, huh?
and suddenly it wasn't a skit anymore, and we were outside, standing on a really steep, rocky hill. instead of a skit it was a movie, and we had to make sure we were standing in the same place in every shot. i remember that everybody was wearing really nice running shoes except for my little brother, who got himself onto some part of the hill that he couldn't get down from and was scared. while mike and the camera guys were trying to help him, i started running down the hill and sliding on the rocks. i really remember this part well. i would slide on my feet, and slow myself down by sticking my foot further into the gravel i was sliding on. it felt like i was surfing. i was thinking, wow, all my life i thought this was so dangerous, but it's really easy. ruby said that i looked cool, and she wished that she could do it. there was some other guy there too, that said i was really cool because i wasn't worried about falling. so i climbed up the hill and did it again. i wanted my brother to see so he wouldn't be scared. this time, when i got to the bottom, i just kept running. my shoes really were nice.
i went to an underground tunnel that was halfway full of water. it wasn't dark, and the tunnel was perfectly rectangular and the walls were white. it had arms branching off to the sides, like a hallway. i had been there before and i knew i was afraid of the place. i think i was afraid that it would fill all the way and i would drown, but i had to go in anyway. i was swimming and looking at things under the water. i saw a shark about as big as a dog at one of the branches, and i didn't know what to do. i stared at it for a long time, and then i realized that it was dead. i looked ahead in the hallway and there were more dead sharks, more than i could count, and they were all moving with the water. i thought they had drowned, and that i was going to drown too. and then i remember that we were all on an island, and that we all came on a boat and that we were trying to get away from the sharks and they died in the tunnel, but we got away.
all this time the tunnel was shrinking in both directions. everytime i noticed it, the height and the width were shorter. the water was coming infrom the end of the hallway and that's where the most sharks were. the water was rough there, and i knew i had to go over there and do something that i was afraid of.
and then this guy showed up! the one that was on the hill. he had followed me, and he was asking me why i was afraid of the hallway but i wasn't afraid to slide down the mountain. and he was saying that it was really hard to get to the island in the boats and how all the sharks almost killed us. he wanted to leave, because he didn't want me to be scared, so i said that i would go with him. i was thinking in my head that i would just come back when he wasn't around, because there was something i really needed to do. the tunnel was so little now that there was no room to stand up. we swam up out of the tunnel, and then i recognized the guy! i've seen him on tv, he's on a show i watch a lot. and then i woke up.
isn't that bizarre? the whole dream i was really calm. i don't think i had any emotions at all. and sometime at the end of the dream i was thinking that ruby was my daughter, and that her name was ruby joy, and that i taught her how to spell her name.
i think i should send this into a psychiatrist. how mind-boggling.
first of all, a little bit about last night. jess was reading in bed and i was reading on the couch. i really wanted to finish the chapter, but my eyes were getting really heavy and i thought that i'd just rest them for a minute. i never thought i could fall asleep on that little tiny couch. i woke up about seven hours later because jess had rolled over and knocked something on the floor. i was shocked, really shocked to find myself still on that little couch, with the light still on, the book still on my lap, and my finger still marking my page, no less! this is very unusual because i am not a very sound sleeper. jess was telling me today that she hadn't slept so well in a long time... maybe it was something in the air.
it was after i actually got into bed that i had the dream. i went to a little christian high school, and we'd have like mini-church services in the middle of the week. i dreamed i was practicing a skit for one of those. in the skit one older person was paired with a kid, and i was paired with this cute little black girl named ruby. ruby does not actually exist, as far as i know. my little brother was in it too, and his partner was mike. in the skit, the older person would be like a voice in the kid's head, telling him or her to do something bad like steal a cookie or tell a lie. of course the voice starts to win over, until the kid prays for strength. then the voice sounds like, "blah blah blah blah...." and the kid has no trouble doing the right thing. cute, huh?
and suddenly it wasn't a skit anymore, and we were outside, standing on a really steep, rocky hill. instead of a skit it was a movie, and we had to make sure we were standing in the same place in every shot. i remember that everybody was wearing really nice running shoes except for my little brother, who got himself onto some part of the hill that he couldn't get down from and was scared. while mike and the camera guys were trying to help him, i started running down the hill and sliding on the rocks. i really remember this part well. i would slide on my feet, and slow myself down by sticking my foot further into the gravel i was sliding on. it felt like i was surfing. i was thinking, wow, all my life i thought this was so dangerous, but it's really easy. ruby said that i looked cool, and she wished that she could do it. there was some other guy there too, that said i was really cool because i wasn't worried about falling. so i climbed up the hill and did it again. i wanted my brother to see so he wouldn't be scared. this time, when i got to the bottom, i just kept running. my shoes really were nice.
i went to an underground tunnel that was halfway full of water. it wasn't dark, and the tunnel was perfectly rectangular and the walls were white. it had arms branching off to the sides, like a hallway. i had been there before and i knew i was afraid of the place. i think i was afraid that it would fill all the way and i would drown, but i had to go in anyway. i was swimming and looking at things under the water. i saw a shark about as big as a dog at one of the branches, and i didn't know what to do. i stared at it for a long time, and then i realized that it was dead. i looked ahead in the hallway and there were more dead sharks, more than i could count, and they were all moving with the water. i thought they had drowned, and that i was going to drown too. and then i remember that we were all on an island, and that we all came on a boat and that we were trying to get away from the sharks and they died in the tunnel, but we got away.
all this time the tunnel was shrinking in both directions. everytime i noticed it, the height and the width were shorter. the water was coming infrom the end of the hallway and that's where the most sharks were. the water was rough there, and i knew i had to go over there and do something that i was afraid of.
and then this guy showed up! the one that was on the hill. he had followed me, and he was asking me why i was afraid of the hallway but i wasn't afraid to slide down the mountain. and he was saying that it was really hard to get to the island in the boats and how all the sharks almost killed us. he wanted to leave, because he didn't want me to be scared, so i said that i would go with him. i was thinking in my head that i would just come back when he wasn't around, because there was something i really needed to do. the tunnel was so little now that there was no room to stand up. we swam up out of the tunnel, and then i recognized the guy! i've seen him on tv, he's on a show i watch a lot. and then i woke up.
isn't that bizarre? the whole dream i was really calm. i don't think i had any emotions at all. and sometime at the end of the dream i was thinking that ruby was my daughter, and that her name was ruby joy, and that i taught her how to spell her name.
i think i should send this into a psychiatrist. how mind-boggling.
test day episode 3: the moment of truth.... trailer 1
i took the test today... and i'm stumped. it's a complete cliffhanger. i have no idea how i did.
josh thinks he bombed it. jon didn't say so, because he never really says so, but i think he's not very happy with the test. no one finished, abernathy had us turn in the tests when class was over. some people walked out of there looking like they had just found out that their dog had died. on the other hand, i heard a couple people as they were leaving says, "that test was f***ing easy!" (by the way, i am so sick of hearing the f-word. it's everywhere! can't people think of something more intelligent, or at any rate less offensive to say? they think it makes them sound cool or adult, but in reality, they sound like total idiots. i'm not above chewing any of them out.)
there were five problems on the test. i got answers for all the problems except a part b. i don't think anyone got that one, and i heard a rumor from josh that abernathy didn't give us enough information to figure it out, so he might not count it. that's fine by me! none of my answers really seemed like shots in the dark, but i wasn't completely comfident in any of them either. i'm particularly concerned about the last two problems, because they were about concepts that i didn't quite grasp in class, and they just seemed to make sense on the test. that's pretty suspicious, if you ask me, and i wouldn't be surprized if i got them wrong. but i wouldn't be surprized if i got them right either.
like i said, i have no idea how this is going to end. tune in next week for the heart-stopping conclusion of episode 3.... the moment of truth!!!
josh thinks he bombed it. jon didn't say so, because he never really says so, but i think he's not very happy with the test. no one finished, abernathy had us turn in the tests when class was over. some people walked out of there looking like they had just found out that their dog had died. on the other hand, i heard a couple people as they were leaving says, "that test was f***ing easy!" (by the way, i am so sick of hearing the f-word. it's everywhere! can't people think of something more intelligent, or at any rate less offensive to say? they think it makes them sound cool or adult, but in reality, they sound like total idiots. i'm not above chewing any of them out.)
there were five problems on the test. i got answers for all the problems except a part b. i don't think anyone got that one, and i heard a rumor from josh that abernathy didn't give us enough information to figure it out, so he might not count it. that's fine by me! none of my answers really seemed like shots in the dark, but i wasn't completely comfident in any of them either. i'm particularly concerned about the last two problems, because they were about concepts that i didn't quite grasp in class, and they just seemed to make sense on the test. that's pretty suspicious, if you ask me, and i wouldn't be surprized if i got them wrong. but i wouldn't be surprized if i got them right either.
like i said, i have no idea how this is going to end. tune in next week for the heart-stopping conclusion of episode 3.... the moment of truth!!!
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
test day episode 2: the therory continues
i think i need a cigar. i don't smoke cigars, but maybe i should.
well, my theroy of tests and studying seems to hold true. this semester, the more i study for a test, the worse i do. or rather, the less i study, the better i do.
my first thermo test, i studied my butt off and got a 57. the second, i hardly studied at all and got a 95. first dynamics test, didn't study, 98. first fluids test, studied, 81. second fluids test, didn't study, forgot that the test was even in the same week, got a 100. first econ test, studied, got a "c". second, didn't study, slept though half of it, got an "a".
this is really a weird trend that's going on here. i don't know what's wrong....
i guess the moment of truth will be tomorrow's second dynamics test. i plan on not studying. we'll see what happens.
well, my theroy of tests and studying seems to hold true. this semester, the more i study for a test, the worse i do. or rather, the less i study, the better i do.
my first thermo test, i studied my butt off and got a 57. the second, i hardly studied at all and got a 95. first dynamics test, didn't study, 98. first fluids test, studied, 81. second fluids test, didn't study, forgot that the test was even in the same week, got a 100. first econ test, studied, got a "c". second, didn't study, slept though half of it, got an "a".
this is really a weird trend that's going on here. i don't know what's wrong....
i guess the moment of truth will be tomorrow's second dynamics test. i plan on not studying. we'll see what happens.
Monday, November 08, 2004
another x-child?
i watch good morning america just about every day. no, i don't seek this show out, it's what's playing every morning in the cafeteria at breakfast, and i am a breakfast person. it's not that bad... yesterday they hosted the myth-busters, some good interesting nerdy fellows that i enjoy. what you should really avoid is regis and kelly. kelly is the dumbest woman in the world. she makes me ashamed to be a female. i really have to wonder if she's really that stupid or if she fakes it because she thinks it's cute. either way, she's an insult to female intelligence and really shouldn't be on television.
anyway, i saw something interesting on gma today. they had a story about a little girl who couldn't feel pain. of course this is not a new disease, and of course it is very dangerous for her because she could be rubbing off skin, for example, and not feeling it. but, heartlessly, i have to wonder what kind of mutant power that would be, what her nickname would be, what her outfit would look like... and with every mutant power there is a mutant weakness. in this case that one is easy. she just wouldn't know when she's really getting injured. i spent breakfast pondering what kind of painful (painless?) situations she could be in without actually really doing damage to her body, instead of working on my fluids homework. lucky for me, it was really hard and nobody else did it, so dr. reilley gave us an extension. yeah.... i'd better get to that fluids homework now, and stop turning poor little girls with weird deseases into mutant freaks.
anyway, i saw something interesting on gma today. they had a story about a little girl who couldn't feel pain. of course this is not a new disease, and of course it is very dangerous for her because she could be rubbing off skin, for example, and not feeling it. but, heartlessly, i have to wonder what kind of mutant power that would be, what her nickname would be, what her outfit would look like... and with every mutant power there is a mutant weakness. in this case that one is easy. she just wouldn't know when she's really getting injured. i spent breakfast pondering what kind of painful (painless?) situations she could be in without actually really doing damage to her body, instead of working on my fluids homework. lucky for me, it was really hard and nobody else did it, so dr. reilley gave us an extension. yeah.... i'd better get to that fluids homework now, and stop turning poor little girls with weird deseases into mutant freaks.
questions of the day
does every orange/lemon/lime/grapefruit have the same concentration of citric acid? does it matter how ripe they are?
what does xenophobia mean?
how many nerd ropes are sold daily? yearly? who came up with that anyway? (interesting... google search nerd ropes.)
adam told me that a person who peels the label off a jar or bottle is sexually frustrated. how are those two events related? what does sexually frustrated mean? who desided that peeling labels had anything to do with that? is there a one-to-one correlation?
how the heck does ketsup get in the packets? think about it... why is the logo off-center virtically, but never horizontally? my best guess is a long tube full of ketsup that is pinched and heat-sealed and cut, but there is not dried ketsup in the folds, so i'm stumped.
if you have any information about any of these above questions (especially the ketsup one), help me out. actually, i think i could figure out the xenophobia one myself, but other than that...
what does xenophobia mean?
how many nerd ropes are sold daily? yearly? who came up with that anyway? (interesting... google search nerd ropes.)
adam told me that a person who peels the label off a jar or bottle is sexually frustrated. how are those two events related? what does sexually frustrated mean? who desided that peeling labels had anything to do with that? is there a one-to-one correlation?
how the heck does ketsup get in the packets? think about it... why is the logo off-center virtically, but never horizontally? my best guess is a long tube full of ketsup that is pinched and heat-sealed and cut, but there is not dried ketsup in the folds, so i'm stumped.
if you have any information about any of these above questions (especially the ketsup one), help me out. actually, i think i could figure out the xenophobia one myself, but other than that...
Sunday, November 07, 2004
options!
i'm really excited!
i have been wanting to move off-campus for a long time, and as of today i have two possible choices for doing so. neither has actually told me for sure that i can move in, but i'm very hopeful.
option #1: the colemans
kim was my last roommate, remember her? she graduated last semester with a degree in tehnical communications, but then came back to school for a degree in civil because she just couldn't find anything else to do. i'm glad, because she's SO fun. she and i get along great, almost too great, because we tend to talk to each other when we should be doing other things. right now she lives with her sister jenny near the plaza, and she told me that it would be tight, but dirt cheap for all three of us to live there. coooool!
option #2: the val verde girls
sounds like salloon girls or hookers or something, but it's quite the opposite. there are currently three girls in this house, nicole, kc, and ronnie, and they all work at the val verde. nicki, kc and i have been friends for a few years, and ronnie is totally cool. if i moved in here i would be sharing a room with nicki and it would probably be just as cheap. and nicki and kc run a bible study on sunday nights for girls at school and iv and work. i think it would be so great to live with them!
don't get me wrong here... jessica is probably the coolest girl in this whole building. she's awesome. but i finally figured out what adam realized when we were freshmen: if i move off-campus with the scholarship i have, i will get paid to go to school here.
also, i think not having a christian roommate is affecting me again, like the semester that i lived with theresita. it wouldn't be so bad if carmen was here this semester, but sometimes i really need a girl to dish with, and as great as jessica is, we're just not close like that. i don't think people realize what an influence it is to live with people who share your faith. maybe it makes me weak, but i really need that influence.
cross your fingers!
i have been wanting to move off-campus for a long time, and as of today i have two possible choices for doing so. neither has actually told me for sure that i can move in, but i'm very hopeful.
option #1: the colemans
kim was my last roommate, remember her? she graduated last semester with a degree in tehnical communications, but then came back to school for a degree in civil because she just couldn't find anything else to do. i'm glad, because she's SO fun. she and i get along great, almost too great, because we tend to talk to each other when we should be doing other things. right now she lives with her sister jenny near the plaza, and she told me that it would be tight, but dirt cheap for all three of us to live there. coooool!
option #2: the val verde girls
sounds like salloon girls or hookers or something, but it's quite the opposite. there are currently three girls in this house, nicole, kc, and ronnie, and they all work at the val verde. nicki, kc and i have been friends for a few years, and ronnie is totally cool. if i moved in here i would be sharing a room with nicki and it would probably be just as cheap. and nicki and kc run a bible study on sunday nights for girls at school and iv and work. i think it would be so great to live with them!
don't get me wrong here... jessica is probably the coolest girl in this whole building. she's awesome. but i finally figured out what adam realized when we were freshmen: if i move off-campus with the scholarship i have, i will get paid to go to school here.
also, i think not having a christian roommate is affecting me again, like the semester that i lived with theresita. it wouldn't be so bad if carmen was here this semester, but sometimes i really need a girl to dish with, and as great as jessica is, we're just not close like that. i don't think people realize what an influence it is to live with people who share your faith. maybe it makes me weak, but i really need that influence.
cross your fingers!
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
lame
last night we had a bible study with some friends. we read the first eight verses of acts 3.
Acts 3:1 Now Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a man lame from birth was being carried, whom they laid daily at that gate of the temple which is called Beautiful to ask alms of those who entered the temple. Seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, he asked for alms. And Peter directed his gaze at him, with John, and said, "Look at us." And he fixed his attention upon them, expecting to receive something from them. But Peter said, "I have no silver and gold, but I give you what I have; in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk." And he took him by the right hand and raised him up; and immediately his feet and ankles were made strong. And leaping up he stood and walked and entered the temple with them, walking and leaping and praising God
there were a lot of us, and everybody was talking about "what they got" out of the passage or something. i thought it was interesting that peter and john had no money, and they couldn't get the beggar out of his situation by themselves. the poor helped the poor. telling people about JESUS isn't supposed to be condescending. it's one beggar showing another where to find life. everyone else was saying all this stuff about how we should reach out to people and how we should take time to help people and have faith in ourselves to do good works or whatever.
here's what i was thinking. everyone else at the place was putting themselves in peter and john's shoes. they were taking the example of the deciples and applying it to their lives. but what if we are supposed to relate to the beggar? he went and sat outside the temple to look for money. what if we go to church looking for something that we want, instead of something that we need, and GOD sees our need and heals us? sometimes we aren't crippled men, but we have depression or bitterness or sin that is just as hindering that we need to be rid of. and GOD can heal anything. i think sometimes we need to be the lame man. how else would we grow?
the important part is that after GOD has blessed us beyond what we could even hope for or ask for, we walk and leap and bring glory to his name. we take advantage of our new blessings and tell others that GOD is responsible.
i know right now i feel pretty lame. that sounds funny, but i wish someone would see what i need and help me out. i feel crippled.
Acts 3:1 Now Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a man lame from birth was being carried, whom they laid daily at that gate of the temple which is called Beautiful to ask alms of those who entered the temple. Seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, he asked for alms. And Peter directed his gaze at him, with John, and said, "Look at us." And he fixed his attention upon them, expecting to receive something from them. But Peter said, "I have no silver and gold, but I give you what I have; in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk." And he took him by the right hand and raised him up; and immediately his feet and ankles were made strong. And leaping up he stood and walked and entered the temple with them, walking and leaping and praising God
there were a lot of us, and everybody was talking about "what they got" out of the passage or something. i thought it was interesting that peter and john had no money, and they couldn't get the beggar out of his situation by themselves. the poor helped the poor. telling people about JESUS isn't supposed to be condescending. it's one beggar showing another where to find life. everyone else was saying all this stuff about how we should reach out to people and how we should take time to help people and have faith in ourselves to do good works or whatever.
here's what i was thinking. everyone else at the place was putting themselves in peter and john's shoes. they were taking the example of the deciples and applying it to their lives. but what if we are supposed to relate to the beggar? he went and sat outside the temple to look for money. what if we go to church looking for something that we want, instead of something that we need, and GOD sees our need and heals us? sometimes we aren't crippled men, but we have depression or bitterness or sin that is just as hindering that we need to be rid of. and GOD can heal anything. i think sometimes we need to be the lame man. how else would we grow?
the important part is that after GOD has blessed us beyond what we could even hope for or ask for, we walk and leap and bring glory to his name. we take advantage of our new blessings and tell others that GOD is responsible.
i know right now i feel pretty lame. that sounds funny, but i wish someone would see what i need and help me out. i feel crippled.
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