No, I’m not dead…. but finals are upon us. Blah. So here I am unwinding… Online tests, what else?

Which “Natural Wonder” are you?

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I am soothing and I bring people together. What more could you ever wish for?

Which invention are you? by Allieboballie

I had a lot to say today… mostly about my roommate and her worrying herself sick, literally. I wrote out this big long paper about it in Discrete today (Since I can’t read books anymore)… But then, Davis borrowed my paper and drew maps all over the back of it, and I took it home and forgot it when I came back to the lab. And dadgum it if I can’t remember a thing I wanted to say. Other than I think the world (or at least her world) will dissolve into nothingness in less than two months unless a certain someone figures out whats going on… Don’t know hwat else to say.

Chad and I were trying to figure out our summer schedule this summer… It’s going to be interesting. Assuming Chad gets home in time, we’re going to Josh’s wedding the end of May in Starkville…. The weekend after that, I’m flying out to Dallas to go to Daniel’s wedding…. Brian’s coming to Huntsville with Chad one weekend in June, and we have Mike and Courtney’s wedding to come to in July. Plus trying to figure out who’s going to be in which city when…. and if I’m going to be in Southaven enough to roleplay (I’m not)…. and that reminds me, I need to price floor pans for my bug. I need to be able to drive it to Josh’s wedding…. hmm.

Oh well… I htink I’m supposed to be coming up with SQL relationship queries right now… but ra is down, and that’s where I have all my forms and stuff. Blah.

which “monty python and the holy grail” character are you?

this quiz was made by colleen

grr. Blogger is irritatingly slow today. grr.

But, it mightn’t be their fault… the whole network is slow, I think… it’s sucks to have to use the lab. And it’s frigid in here. Oh well.

I just finshed writing an evil program… it shouldn’t have been that hard, but I had no brain for code today. I really don’t have a brain for anything today. Except maybe sleep.

Friday night’s square dancing went well… Tim made an excellent dance partner, and we managed to dance a little bit of everything… Some squares, some lines (the Electric slide and the Boot Scootin’ Boogie), two mixers (B-I-N-G-O and the Love Bug), the Cotton-eyed Joe, the Achy-Breaky, and a couple of two-steps. It was fun Tim and I have decided to go next semester (they usually have it on homecoming night)… and he promised me that if he finds another dance partner (which I’m sure he will… he’s fixing to start chasing one pretty soon), he’ll warn me in plenty of time to find a new man

Random religious thought for the day: A light house is not a good analogy of Jesus. Yes, He did say He is the Light of the word… and yes, He quides us through the storms of life… however… The main purpose of a light house is to warn people away. Light houses tell you not to sail too close to them, or you will die. Jesus said just the opposite… He urged people to come to Him. Lighthouses warn of danger, they serve as “do-not’s” for sailors. Jesus was not a Man of “do-not’s”… He focused more on the “do’s”. Read the Sermon on the Mount… For every “Do-not”, there are five or ten “do’s”. Trying not to do wrong is important in Christianity, but doing right should be more important.

So please please please please don’t use an analogy of Jesus as a light house in any sunday school lessons… it’s not a very well thought out analogy.

Oh yeah… and blah to everyone that’s being a butthead today. I don’t like buttheads today.

ok ok ok…. the point I was trying to make with the Beetle/Mustang question was lost on everyone but myself. Typical. Here’s my logic: If you say that sexy is how a computer looks, and you think that say, an IMac is a good example of a sexy computer… Then, logically, Chad’s Mustang is a sexier car, because you are just looking at the packaging… if the outside of the thing is attractive, well, dadgum it, it’s sexy. But… if you argue that a computer’s sexyness is based on how big and how fast it is and how fast it runs, then, logically, my Beetle is sexier.

The point I was trying to make was that Chad had a double standard… his computer was better than mine because it ran, and mine is broke, and yet my beetle was still inferior to his Mustang, which needs new brakes and to have the engine rebuilt.

But that’s ok… I realize that people will never want me for my car Even if it is orange. And rainbow-speckled. And even if I have a racing engine for it. And even if I’m man enough to fix it myself. Whereas, whenever Chad gets his Mustang fixed, I’m going to have to follow him everywhere and beat the girls off with a stick

On a more vengeful note… I got to do teacher reviews on my discrete teacher today Oh yeah. I tore him up. It was great. Vengence is mine…

And it’s hot. It’s hot outside, but it’s hotter in my dorm (try between 85 and 90 degrees)… It’s too hot to sleep… too hot to move…. too hot to think…. I came back from working out this afternoon and took a blissfully cold shower, and then decided that it was too hot for clothes… I ended up putting on a sundress anyway, just to be decent. It’s much cooler outside than it is in my room. Maybe I’ll sleep on the porch tonight I dunno. Maybe not.

Kudos to Willam (one of Elisa’s fellow Electrical Engineers) who found my blog without even being told I had one…. that takes talent. Or boredom. Either way, I htought it was pretty cool And, if he ever has a bit of free time between Senior Design and all his other homework, I will even help him set his own blog up I’m such a nice person.

I htink my computer has offically kicked the bucket. It still connects to the network, but…. my screen hs shrunk to something about 5′ by 7′, and is only showing 16 colors…. my touchpad and all external devices (aka printer, cd burner) with the exception of my network card are not recognized….. and it fails to find the operating system about 3 out of every 5 times it’s rebooted. So I am reduced to bumming computer time off of my friends… or hangin out in the labs. blah. So I guess I’m sending it back sooner than I had thought…. ho hum.

Oh yeah… I’m taking an unoffical poll. Which is sexier? A ’67 VW beetle that runs…. or a ’67 Mustang that doesn’t? (Chad, you can’t answer this one)

Now that I have offically secured my position as meanest girlfriend of the year (I lost last year by three points) *evil grin*…. I guess I’ll go take a shower.

oh yeah…. one more:

People in cars who are stopped in front of a crosswalk should look before accellerating forwards. If they fail to look, and someone yells at them because they are being run over, the correct response is not “Oh my god” and keep accelerating. You should stop. And if, since you are still accelerating into their legs, and have, in fact, actually hit them by this point, and they yell at you and give you the finger, the correct response is not to yell “Bitch” out the window. You should apologize. They are probably already having a really bad day, and getting hit by a car going 5 miles an hour definately didn’t make it better.

(Yes, I got hit by a car today)

Because enquiring minds want to know:

I called my doctor this morning… she asked if I was having yeast problems. Which I’m not. But I’m happy that she cares. Or something like that. The second part of the conversation is the part that sucked… my tests came back inconclusive. She said it was nothing to worry about, it could be due to careless handling at he lab… or the fact the she poked me and I bled like crazy… or maybe I had too much of some odd food in my system… or something else supid. But the point is, I have to go back and do everything over on the 29th. grrr. I hate doctors. I stressed out for two weeks over my last visit. But now I have to go back. Being a girl sucks. It’s not fair.

And I hear daddy’s voice echoing in the back of my mind… “Who ever said life was fair? Life doesn’t have to be fair, punky.” Yeah. Thanks, Dad.

On a less stressing yet more annoying note, my teacher just wanted to yell at me for reading in class. Which pissed me off , because I’ve readin his class for three semesters, and he never said anything about it before. And because Davis surfs the web and chats and stuff on his laptop in class, which I find to be much more distracting than someone reading, yet he isn’t in any trouble.

And I installed something that said it was Nero 5.5 on my computer… and it turned out to be some porn thing. That I can’t seem to get rid off. I’ve deleted every file associated with it, but it’s one of those hidden things… like gator or ezula… you can never *really* get rid of it. So now, I’ll be typing along, and porn will pop up on my screen. Which is very disturbing. But not only are these pop-up’s porn…. they are in german!! At least I’m reformatting soon anyway…. as soon as I can get software to go with my burner.

One more senseless rant, and then I’m done. Teachers who insist on using greek leters mixed with our alphabet for variables should learn to make omega look different than ‘w’. Theta and ‘o’ should be different, as should alpha and ‘a’. And tau and ‘t’. If they look the same, people get confused. I know chalk is a diffcult medium… but please, pay attention to what you’re writing. I mean, really.

Expanding on Manda’s grocery store analogy…

I think I would be a half gallon of milk. Whole milk, to be specific.

Sorority girls don’t like me, because I have too much fat. I am very much not watered down. I can be, and in fact, have been for the last week, very intense. Most people find I’m not “light” enough to drink straight, I’m usually only used to water down or complement something else. I can be used to take the bitterness out of something, or to cool it down, or to add flavor or texture to something that is otherwise boring.

I am good either hot or cold, but if I’m apathetic about something, forget it. I am an important ingrediant in many things… some things would be impossible to do without me. But when I’m not needed, I’m left in the cold and dark, and usually forgotten about until long past my experation date. Whenever I’m really needed, I’m either used up, or there’s not enough of me. And I’m easily replaced.

My take on life….

Oh yeah…. and for people who complain that I’ve been writing essays every day… If you don;t like it, don’t read it. There. Now, everyone can be happy.

My outing last night helped my mood a lot…. Neil and Josh and I sat around and talked, and ended up watching The One… I think I may have dozed on and off for that one, since it didn’t seem to make too much sense… I think I caught the basis of the plot, but I’m not sure. The fighting scenes were pretty good, though. Good action movies usually make me feel better… And the Bacardi Silver didn’t hurt either

So today I woke up in a fairly good mood… I got to tlak to Chad last night, and I slept well, and all was good. Except one thing nagging at the back of my brain…. I got an e-mail from one of my proffesors last night. All it said was “I want you to see me ASAP.” I didn’t check my mail until after 11pm, so he wasn’t in his office… So I sent him a reply asking if Monday after class would be an ok time to meet. He hasn’t replied yet…. Which leaves me to rack my brain trying to figure out why he wants to see me. I read a book during class on friday, but the guy next to me always reads in class, and I’ve brought books to his class before and he hasn’t said anything. I would think he would mention that while I was in class anyway. I’ve eaten in class the last couple of meetings… just skittles and stuff like that… but he would have talked to me in class about that too… The only thing I can think of that he would want to have me come to his office for is if he thought I was cheating. Which I’m not. I am in a prett good position to cheat, as I sit next to the smartest guy in class, but how obvious would that be? This is not a class that people cheat in… it’s an easy class, there’s no point in cheating. So why would I cheat? And, if I was cheating, I wouldn’t have such a sucky quiz average. Grr. I don’t like talking to teachers. They scare me. Grrr.

Then, this afternoon, Elisa tells me that my doctor called me yesterday and left a message… Myra wants me to call her ASAP. She says it nothing to worry about, I just need to call her…. but of course, I’m worried. All the awful possiblities are running through my head…. what if my tests came back and I have some odd form of female cancer? What if they dropped my samples, and I have to do the whole thing over? What if… the list goes on and on and on… So I have to call on Monday, and hopefully, they’ll have to ask me somehting dumb like what my social security number is, or if I’m allergic to latex or somehting. And all will be good. But until then, it’s gonna bug me.

Which brings me to my point…. Why do people call/e-mail on friday and leave very vauge, worrying messages for people when you know they won’t be able to do anything about it until Monday? That’s just mean. I mean, really, what am I supposed to do? Walk around like nothings wrong, and not wonder or worry about what the hell is going on?

I hate not knowing. It drives me nuts.