I just realized my phone bill was due two days ago and I haven’t paid it yet!!
Archive for January, 2008
Bleh.
I feel so lazy, tired, and unmotivated. I am not sure if it is a temporary dry spell or just a complete burn out.
Its one of those times where you just don’t want to do anything and you really don’t care what you do either.
Maybe its from doing too much or being too busy.Maybe its the opposite of that. Maybe its a result of wanting something to happen that just hasn’t happened. I sometimes feel like I am wasting time. I should be more productive. I should be thinking of someone else besides myself.
I managed to switch shifts with someone who had a shorter shift than me because I feel so down. I feel pretty bad about that.
Well, at least I am getting homework done. If this feeling was affecting that, then I might have a problem.
Finding The Balance
Between what is right and what is easy
Between home life and school life
Between being too busy and not busy enough
Between saying too much and doing too little
Between doing too much and not saying enough
Between what is being a slob and what is being overly neat
Between faith and reason
Between school and work
Between doing homework and spending time with friends
Between liking and love
Between hope and guilibility
Between finishing this entry or disregarding it for now
Random Thoughts and Woes
So once again I find myself completely confused and frustrated over a few many things.
1- what to do regarding school and career. Okay, I’m sure that 90 percent of students experience this same feeling. But I dont want to waste my time here. I want to know that what I am majoring in is really going to be useful later. I’m interested in so many things; music, teaching, theology, philosophy, english/writing. Its hard trying to pick which one. I’m also very afraid of the mass amount of debt that I am accumulating. I know God will provide, I just wish that I could firmly decide what it is I am doing.
2- a certain individual that I can’t seem to forget about even though I am trying very hard. I mean I have already decided to stop “pursuing him” if you even want to call it that. I am not writing him or calling him or inviting him at all. I think its stupid for a woman to be doing all the work. I just found that it takes a lot of work to get a conversation out of him. I know he is probably shy and nervous around me because I am a girl and all, but it shouldnt be this awkward. He’s a great guy and all. Very smart and intellectual, and a deep lover of Christ, interested in many things that I am, but it’s like we dont even really have a friendship. That’s kind of important to have.
3- Well one and two should be enough.
The Birth of the Purple Flamingos!
So we decided that simply calling ourselves lancer arms 54 was not going to cut it. We needed something with more depth and insanity to it. Thus the Purple Flamingos were born! For further information on this please contact Jocelyn E. James or Corinne M. McFee
The Secret Story of the Scarf
I got it in my head one day
to make a special scarf
I didnt know where it came from
or even where to start
I thought it out so carefully
and minded every stitch
Hoping he would like it and
that my luck would switch
It took 10 days to knit it
and I doubted constantly
If I really should continue
or give it up entirely
But I made up my mind
It had to be done
and so I finally finished
at quarter past one
Just how I should give it
I wasnt quite sure
But at giving people gifts
I was no amateur
I hid it in my coat
and waited till the end
When I could give the gift
to my special friend
Now he often wears it when
he goes out for a walk
But I rarely ever see him
we never even talk
A Crazy Car and A Dimwit Driver
Wow, so the past few days have been mighty interesting.
Thursday afternoon around one o clock, my parents and I left our bustling little town of Pleasant Hill to head for the wilds of Southern California. They drove one car and I drove my own. Now mind you, this is not the p.o.j. that I use to drive. This is a newer car that I have only had for six months.
So we drive and drive and make several upon several stops. Around 7 I notice a red symbol has just flashed on my dashboard. It looks like a box with an arrow in it pointing downward. I think to myself, “hmm thats interesting. wonder what that means? I’ll just ignore it.”
So I keep on driving and pretty soon we hit LA and then Burbank, and Glendale and so forth. And we start seeing a sign for the 10 Freeway. My dad calls and says, “now stay to the middle, because if you dont you will end up on the wrong…. OH SHOOT*!!!” He ends up getting on the 10 instead of staying on the 5. And guess what happens to me? The same exact thing. So twenty minutes later, after driving around an unfamiliar town, which I remember as being called Vernon, and almost getting hit by a semi, I end up back on the 5. By now, I’m about 15 minutes behind Mom and Dad because they figured out their mistake much quicker than I did.
But I eventually get to the Marriot hotel in Anaheim. But then a funny thing starts to happen… My car starts overheating. then I’m flustered and dont know where to park (forgetting that the Marriot offers valet parking) and I end up in a visitor parking garage. AHHH!!!
Finally, I pull up to the front of the hotel (where I was supposed to pull up in the first place) and my dad is standing outside. He takes a look at that little red symbol in my dashboard. “Um, that symbol means that your radiator level is too low,” he says. “Oh, really?” I said, completely dumbfounded. “Yes,” he replies. “Anything that is red, means you’ve got a problem.” “Oh,” I said stupidly.
So basically, the car was leaking coolant all over the place and the water pump got damaged somehow.
After all this mess, my dad gets a double Scotch and I decide to call it a night.
Friday, we worked out all the details of everything and got my car towed to Riverside. But now it was a matter of getting ME there. Finally decided to hitch a ride with people my grandfather has been working with for over 15 years. So that worked out nicely.
I’m not sure what it is about cars, but they seem to hate me somehow. Maybe its the crazy expeditions, multiple u-turns, occasional speeding, et cetera.
*actual words not used here
