Home at last!

Yes, I am home on Christmas break. It has already been depleted in length by a week in which I have been doing more work than I had originally intended. You know at college I get to sleep whenever I please and have not gotten up at 6:00 a.m. since the last time I was home at Thanksgiving break. Being roused at this time in the morning is not something I enjoy. I am definitely not a morning person! Not that I'm really a night owl either, but college has been making me lean more and more towards this lifestyle; however despising it might be. I was able to get a five hour nap in one day though. I just went upstairs when no one was looking and you know the old saying out of sight out of mind. I have also been having some very strange dreams since I have been home. (I like strange dreams). I think it would be nice to stay home forever but I suppose I will go back to school despite my disgust with the whole secondary education crap. You can't live with it and you can't live without it you know. I just hope that eight years flies by so quickly that I don't even notice I have wasted so much of my life. I just hope it's worth it when I'm done. If I just suffer through maybe I will enjoy the rest of my life a little more than the first eighteen years. Sorry to be so depressing. I'll cheer up now. Make sure to have a Happy New Year!

How to be an idiot

I want to reveal to you how easy it really is to be an idiot. It takes virtually no skill, but it does require a blatant lack of self respect. If you fall into this category of people, you are well on your way to realizing your utmost dream of becoming an idiot. The next step you should take is finding a lot of controversial subjects and taking a bold stand as to what you believe on the matter. Even if you don't really give a hoot, make sure you come up with a few ideas. Then you should make sure you can say something on any other subject that may come up in a conversation. The last, and one of the most important steps, is making sure nothing you say actually makes sense. You wouldn't want anyone to mistake you for a genius now would you? Have a good day, and good luck in your quest to become an idiot!

Finals!!!

Do you get excited when you hear the word finals? I do. I tend not to think anything about the exams themselves, but to rather think about the three weeks of vacation that await me when I finish my last one, next Thursday afternoon. I can't wait 'til Christmas, it just creeps ever closer day by day. Too bad that once it's here it doesn't last real long. A day seems to fly by so fast when you're having a good time.

I think I'm going crazy!

Oh wait, I'm already there.

Out of the Clear Blue

This morning I got out of math class about five minutes early, which is okay, but I usually like to say hi to some friends that walk by when I would normally get out of class. So I decided to walk real slowly back to my building in chance that I might still pass them. Consequently I was very cold and my teeth were chattering. I probably wasn't smiling either and probably looked depressed. Anyways, this random guy walking down the sidewalk tells me "Don't worry, the semester's almost over." It was so strange and I laughed for like the next five minutes. And I never did see my friends. But it was worth the chill just to hear that guys comment.

What is this crap?

So they say they want you do do good in school and to study hard and everything, but does the school really care about what you find important? Not in the least. In fact they like to take up your time with ridiculous polls, housing contracts, and making you change passwords. I suppose there is some purpose but I find it a huge waste of my time. I would rather be sleeping or looking up some strange thing, spending my time how I see fit. I suppose changing your password annually is probably a good thing, but it really has no significance to me seeing that I don't care if someone wants to go through my mail or log on to all the crappy places I can get to with the password. Besides since I use the same password for a few different places it means that I now have to remember two different ones. I guess my mind can handle the extra challenge, but it really should be a choice rather than mandatory. I mean, if someone wants to steal my identity, why not let them, then they can pay all my college bills while I go change my identity. Well, I suppose I shouldn't complain to much, but it seems as if you don't really have control over your own life.

Sunday: a day of rest?

I didn't get up real early this morning, but I went to church and got back around eleven. Then I just kind of moped around most of the day. I did copy the answers for my math homework out of the answer book, but that's about as much as I got around to. I just felt like sleeping, but just when I was about to fall asleep it was time to go to lunch and I never got back to that state of mind again today, though I don't think I ever fully woke up. The worst problem is that I didn't do anything yesterday either. This means that I am falling behind on my assignments. It's probably a good thing there aren't too many things that I can put off for to long, regular classes ending the 15th and all. I'm so tired of work, I hate life mostly for the reason that it is a neverending stream of work, work, work, and will never change from this pattern. Oh well, I guess that's life.

What to do on a day like this

I didn't have any homework due today, so I'm not really doing much, but I was starting to think about Christmas presents. I'm not sure how much I really want to spend, but I really want to get something nice for everyone. This requires a lot more indepth thought than if I was just getting presents for the sake of getting them presents. I was thinking about getting just one big present for my entire family, but I can't think of something that everyone could appreciate and use. If you have any advice feel free to send me an email. It would be very useful. Plus I want to get some inexpensive but worthwhile gifts for a few girls that I'm friends with in my hall. I don't posess a lot of creativity so my gifts tend to be kind of bland. I'm hoping that I can figure this all out before finals week because I don't want to be running around trying to find presents when I should be studying for finals (Although, I think it would be a lot more fun).

Squirrely?

So this morning I was walking to class and I happened to notice a squirrel seated at the base of a trash can. This wasn't exciting in itself, but it was looking with extreme concentration (way too much for a normal squirrel) at the top of the can. I, myself wondering what could be holding its attention so tightly, looked to see if I could find the source of its entrancement. I was able to locate the source, which I found to be a second squirrel who was trying to retrieve a plate from the can (no wonder there is always a mess around the base of the trash cans). As I watched it continued with its task and freed the plate so that it would be able to take it down to the ground. Having such a large object in its mouth it seemed to have trouble figuring out how to best get down. It eventually accomplished this in what appeared a very clumsy matter of jumping off the can, and then both squirrels went to work trying to find what they could salvage from the plate. A very funny sight if I do say so myself.

Thoughts

I don't really have anything good to say, I figured I'd just say something for the fun of it. Three weeks isn't a very long time, but it sure seems like it when you can't wait 'til you get back home. On the other hand it will probably seem to go by really fast with all the homework and finals that are packed into it. I hope that it doesn't stress me too much. I kind of like to relax and not think about such things, but that doesn't help me get my work done, so maybe I should worry a little bit more. Oh well, if I flunk out then at least I tried and I can't get in trouble for not trying.

Back to the Routine

I put off all my homework during my break and now I have to scrambble to get it done. I have to write a 5-6 page paper tonight so I better get started. Plus I didn't study for my Chem test, and I don't really understand anything I'm doing so I hope I can learn real fast. Wish me luck.

Christmas Lights (Trans-Siberian Orchestra)

Light show from last year, but still worth watching.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IK90Ys2LhSo

Holidays

Well Thanksgiving may be over, but it was a lot of fun. I wish college didn't keep me so far away from my family. But another three and a half weeks and Christmas break will be here. I can not wait. Plus, now since it's after Thanksgiving I can sing Christmas songs without getting yelled at. Yippie! Too bad I have to take finals right before Christmas, that really puts a damper on the holiday spirit. Hopefully I can find time to watch a few Christmas classics between now and then like It's a Wonderful Life or Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. If I don't I guess I'll survive, but it sure would make me happy. Christmas must be my favorite time of year and it's not even the presents that I care about, they're just icing on the cake. The only bad part is that I have to find time to go shopping. Yuck!

Poems

As bird tweet and frogs croak
A stream runs swiftly by
A tree falls unheard
As deer rest near by

Clouds float aimlessly
Rain starts to fall
Squirrels gather near
In oak trees so tall

Soft is the once crisp floor
New is the day
Comes forth the sunlight
And shines a bright new ray

---

Oh the sky is rather dark today
I feel all mixed, in disarray
My heart is in a different land
Come brother, sister take my hand
And we will go far, far away
Where you can always stay
And your heart can rest and heal
As you stand and pray or kneel
There you will find your true love
As perfect as a snow white dove
And he waits for your coming
Can't you hear that rhythmic humming
This love I talk about is the true love of the Father
And His love can not be stopped by a thorn or a burr
Come brother, sister take my hand.

---

thud, thud, thud
patter, patter, patter
---, ---, ---
Life comes life goes so easy
Breathe in breathe out your breath
Hold on to what is cherished
Forget not what is best
Your life is worth the trouble
So live it to its brink
Take not your things for granted
Be prepared for everything

Money

Money doesn't buy happiness, but it sure helps to grease the skids. ~Bob Johnson

Thanksgiving

Well you know that it is coming, it gets here every year.
And you know that I've been waiting, to share a cup of cheer.
To spread it round the table, and let our voices raise,
For the one one true God of heaven, must hear our song of praise.
I want to sing his glory upon the streets of gold
I want to spread his message, to everyone behold:
There was a sinless Jesus, he died upon the cross
He loved us with a passion, that never could be lost.
I know that you are weary, and in the world today
But remember that he's coming, O praise the blessed day.

Have A Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!

My Views on the Feminist Issue

My definition of a feminist (from the experience of having taken a womens studies course)
-A middle class woman that isn't happy with her perfect life, so she takes it out on everyone else by taking up issues for people with less privilege to make herself feel better.

Feminism encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians. ~Pat Robertson

From the beginning God gave men dominion over women. Adam named Eve and it was his responsibility to inform her of God's commands of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Thus, from Adam and not directly from God, did Eve get her instructions, and she was expected to trust and follow his word.

Some good bible verses that any feminist who claims to be a christian would have to ignore:

Genesis 3:16
He said to the women:
I will intensify your labor pains; you will bear children in anguish. Your desire will be for your husband, yet he will dominate you.

Ephesians 5:22-24
Wives submit to your own husbands as to the Lord, for the husband is head of the wife as also Christ is head of the church. He is Savior of the body. Now as the church submits to Christ, so wives should to their husbands in everything.

Colossians 3:18
Wives be submissive to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord.

1 Peter 3:1
Wives, in the same way, submit yourselves to your own husbands so that, even if some disobey the message, they may be won over without a message by the way their wives live.

1 Corinthians 11:3
But I want you to know that Christ is the head of every man, and the man is the head of the women, and God is the head of Christ.

Atrophy or Activity???

I woke up this morning with a charley horse in my calf and my hand had fallen asleep. It really woke me up fast!

Today's Accomplishments

Another failed attempt at life, just wish I wasn't me.

Famous Quote

I wish I liked college
~Anonymous (Christie)

Work, Work, Work

When all you have to do is get your homework done, it seems that you should have time to do lots things fun. But you can never find the time it takes, and it really sucks a lot and makes you hate your life. So, I've decided not to worry 'bout the deadlines hanging o'er my head. Cause they really stress you out and make you miserable. So if your the kind of person to get things done on time, I don't give a rip, don't tell me 'bout your fun. And life isn't always a bowl of cherries (besides I don't like cherries, so maybe I should say box of chocolates, I like those).
~Renowned procrastinator and pessimist (ME)

Today

Well today was nothin' special
But I guess it was okay,
I spent it drawing doodles
Like every other day!

My lab was really boring
As it always seems to be,
So I couldn't wait to finish
Cause I think it's killin' me.

Jewish studies just really sucks
But I keep going anyways,
Though it's almost always empty
And it's really just a haze.

I tried to take a nice short nap
But that can never, never last,
Cause people like to pop on in
I had to take it really fast. (like 20 min)

Dinner was a riot
And I really laughed a lot,
Cause we were missing Jamie
And she's really just a snot.

Now my homework needs a doing
But I seem to push it off,
It seems I'm getting lazy
And sticking in a trough.

But now I'll let you go on back
To your normal boring lives,
And I'll continue on with mine
Best regards and all high fives.

Not Much Going On

My life seems to be extremely boring lately. I suppose there are things that I could say, but nothing really great or profound. I gave blood for the first time today. My friend guilted me into it, but I guess it's a good thing to do. My iron levels were very good, according to the nurse. I hope I find out what blood type I am, it would be very interesting to know. Well, it seems to be homework time now. Homework totally blows!

Late Night!

If any of you are wondering what my room mate looks like (you probably weren't, but this will get her riled up) here is a picture.
However, this post really has nothing to do with Christie, I just wanted to upload a picture because I couldn't get the one I really wanted to upload, probably because it's saved as a word document. Oh, well. Anyways, on to the story. Last night me and Karen had dinner and went to watch a comedian. I can't remember his name because I had never heard of him before but he's in Stella. Maybe if Karen reads this she will leave a comment with his name.
So we went to by some stuff at McLanahan's. Originally we were going to purchase something to make for supper, but Karen decided that she really didn't want to do that anymore, and they didn't have an sushi, which she would have gotten instead. While we were there we saw some coffee machines but she said their stuff doesn't taste very good so instead of purchasing it there we went down the street to Webster's. When we walked in there was a homeless man buying a cup of coffee. He kept asking the lady questions so fast that she would never have had time to answer one before he asked another. Then after Karen ordered her tea (she decided to get this instead of coffee because it is one of the few places that offer the type of tea she likes) the guy started asking her questions. "Are you Carol Rose?" This kind of threw Karen off because the beginning sounded the same. So she started to talk to him telling him "no." Then he started saying more stuff and Karen got really uncomfortable. She backed away and left me between her and the crazy guy! Then he proceeded to talk to me as if I were the same person. He didn't even end his last conversation, just kept going. This freaked me out too and I looked around for anything I could to get out of his conversation. Luckily he decided to go back to disturbing the waitress. "This coffee's really strong, what's it got in it?, Do you have any salt?" He didn't even listen to the answers, just kept asking. As soon as she handed me my cappuccino we got out of there!
We then went to Subway and got some dinner and then went to Karen's apartment to eat and watch some tv. There must have been a That 70's Show marathon because we saw parts of at least four episodes. That was pretty fun, but we were interrupted by Thomas, who was looking for directions that Karen wasn't really able to help him with. That's alright because it didn't really have any affect on me. We decided to leave at 9:00 to make sure we were there on time because Theresa wanted Karen to get the guys signature, I guess she's a really big fan. (P.S. Zebras don't get ulcers) So we got to the HUB around 9:15 and found a fairly long line which Karen assumed must have been for the comedian. Well we had only been there for a couple minutes when the line started moving and we went in and found seats. I asked Karen "Are you sure this is the right place, it looks like they're playing a movie?" She wasn't really worried but I kept telling her she should ask the girl next to her. She finally did and I was right, it was a movie (I think Talladega Nights). So we felt stupid and walked out. This security guard asked us to sign out and we had to tell her we were in the wrong place. She pointed us in the right direction and we were able to find the line. Then we proceeded to stand in line for like 45 minutes, well past the 10:00 p.m., when it was supposed to start. The show was alright, but some of the acts were definitely a lot better than others. Overall it was decent. Then we had to get the autograph so we walked over and waited for a few minutes. We did get it, but I wasn't able to get a good face shot for Theresa, Karen was so nervous she didn't think to ask him to get a picture with her. She was so excited that she called Theresa up on the way out to let her know that she had got the signature. I got home around 1:30, and went straight to bed, that late night stuff is just ridiculous!

Dreams: Aren't they strange

Recently I have been getting up at 6:30 or 7:00 only to return to my bed after an hour of alertness. This situation seems to instigate the creativeness of my imagination. My dream this morning included going home. Probably because lately I have been really wishing to do this. Anyways, while there we were playing hockey. Why I do not know, I don't even like the sport. However, instead of playing with pucks we were using balls of yarn and my underwear. (This upset me because they were at home and not a college where I could actually use them; strange I know) The nets were also blown up instead of metal. One of the goalies was sitting on top of the net so that there was no where to shot the puck (or whatever it was) into because his weight obviously caused the net to be on the floor. This distressed me very much and I got very upset and told him it wasn't fair. Then, probably because when I talked to my mom this weekend I realized people hadn't been staying out of my room, I decided to check on the state of my room. In this process I got distracted and started looking through my picture albums. This is about the extent of what I can remember from my dreams. I really like these kind of dreams so I'm going to try to do the same thing a few more times. The reason I can remember them so well is probably because I am so close to consciousness and this only happens when I tell myself I can't go into a deep sleep because I need to get up for something soon. Well, if it works I might tell you some more about my dreams. I think it is so neat to see how your brain connects things when you are unconscious!

Life Sucks (Sometimes)

So yesterday Karen and I took a drive down to the 4-H State Horse Show in Harrisburg to watch my sister Laurie compete. This was rather fun and I enjoyed my time there. Once we got there and found my mother she realized that her camera battery, that she had just changed, wasn't working. (I'm not sure it was entirely the battery, but I can't figure out what exactly was the problem.) Anyways, so Karen and I went driving around Harrisburg to find a new battery, needless to say, the city is very strange.
As we drove around we didn't find a drug store like we were looking for so Karen decided she would stop at a gas station, get a sub and also ask for directions. The people in the store were not very helpful and were extremely slow. (During my time in Harrisburg I decided that no one had an agenda and everyone just kind of walked around without much of any purpose.) The lady that made the sub took at least 15 minutes and she wasn't even dealing with any other customers. The lady that Karen asked for directions couldn't even tell her where a drug store was, but told her the general direction of the train station where Karen was sure she had seen a CVS before. After driving around a little more we passed a CVS but could not find any parking. Karen then let me out to walk to the store while she drove around the block waiting for me to come out. The plan backfired, however, when I found the doors locked but lights on inside. It was the middle of the day, what could possibly have made them lock the doors? So when Karen came back around I jumped in. About a block down the street we saw a Rite Aid so I jumped out once again and was, this time, successful in my mission. The lady at the counter asked me if I wanted a bag for the battery, I suppose maybe she has to do this, but why would I need a bag for something the size of a quarter. It wouldn't even weigh down the bag!! After all this finagling, that took us most of an hour, we returned to find Laurie's class about to start. Mom replaced the battery, it still did the same thing as before but we worked with it a little and got it to work.
Laurie did very well, but her horse unfortunately did not. I guess she was in heat and the crowd scared her a little, plus the horse next to her would just not stand still. She made it over her jumps with a little less grace than normal and you should have heard the crowd take in there breath when the horse stopped in front of the gate and then jumped it from a standing position. Laurie also had to complete the jump without the stirrup (which I'm told if the judge notices is an automatic disqualification). She also had other problems when Whisper wouldn't go into a canter and, was rather, doing a fast trot (stupid horse, Laurie wanted to shoot her). Needless to say, she did not make the final ten.
Because Karen had her room mate's car she had to leave at 4:30 to get it back and Laurie's show wasn't quite over. My mom had said that they were driving through State College on the way home so I could hitch a ride back with them. After Karen had left I realized that they weren't planning on coming back until this morning. This was unexpected but I figured it just meant I got to spend a little more time with my mom and Laurie.
I stayed at a hotel with my mom and another lady but the bed wasn't real comfortable so it wasn't that great. My mom had wanted to leave at 8 a.m. but the time got pushed back to more like eleven. Thank goodness we got an extra hour of sleep with the time change though, it was very nice.
What sucks the most about the whole thing is that I get depressed after I see family that I haven't seen in a while and probably won't see again for another month. This is my current mood. Although I generally don't like to admit to crying, I will in this case. I always have these kind of breakdowns when I'm leaving family reunions and the like. This might be a reason I don't really like attending them. Anyways, I think writing this has taken a lot of the pain away and I'm hoping the tears are almost dried up. And this is not a pity party, I just wanted to let you know how I feel. I DON'T want you to feel sorry for me. I think most of it is because I have so much fun and then I have to return to a life that sucks. I just wish that college was closer to home and not so much work!

Recap

Well, it seems that I have been a bit quiet of late. Probably due to the fact that I have had some major homework and studying to do. Yet, also partially due to the fact that I have put off these things until the last minute and have instead been enjoying other pastimes like watching tv and doing crossword puzzles. I had intended to make daily posts, but as it has happened with every diary I have tried to keep, I don't end up following through with my commitment. But, since you haven't heard what I've been doing the last few days, I'll give you a recap. Wednesday: studied for Chem 12H test all day; didn't seem to make any difference; waste of time; still believe to have gotten less than 50%. Thursday: Stupid Chem 14 lab all morning; did get at 10/10 (only one in class) on my quiz; almost fell asleep in a few classes; did math homework while talking to Phil, Paul, and Thomas but took a half hour out for "The Office" (which my bro tells me was a repeat, but I hadn't seen). Friday: woke up at 6:30 after only 6 hours of sleep to eat breakfast and study for a quiz; didn't even have the quiz; walked down town to get birthday cards for Heather and Grandpa (forgot one for my Uncle Robert); Christie left to go home (yahoo!! j/k); plan to spend the night doing something with Kristina; not really sure what.
Well, didn't that just suck to read and sound awfully boring. I guess I just needed to vent. If you don't want to read this kind of thing than I suggest you don't read my blog. Maybe I'll come up with something profound and interesting to write tomorrow, but right now I need to leave for class. I just didn't want to leave you wondering what has been going on in my life for any longer.

Sleep

I wish I could sleep all the time. Recently I have begun a sleeping regimen in which I sleep in until at least 7:30. This is bad, really bad. I don't have classes until 9:05 most mornings and breakfast is overrated, but I should be doing work instead. I mean, I waste all day doing nothing and then I stay up until midnight doing homework which should have been done earlier. I also tend to do stupid things rather than studying for big tests, like tomorrow's Chem exam, which I have been totally ignoring. This is probably horrible, but students have been using cramming to study for tests for years (A tried and true method to make it through college).
I know one girl who runs on like three hours of sleep a night. I don't know how she does it. Sunday night she stayed up all night to study for her Biology exam (the one that Christie got a 97% on). She decided not to get the one hour of sleep that she could have gotten after she was done studying because she figured she wouldn't wake up. I guess a lot of college kids run on very little sleep, but I could never handle not getting all the sleep I want. Sleeping is like my favorite thing to do. It's the one time you are removed from this nasty world and don't have to deal with your reality for a few precious hours a day.

Bluster and Blow

Wow has the air gotten cold all of the sudden. It seems like just yesterday it was warm and sunny, but not today. Today was so cold, and yet I kept forgetting to put on a coat. I think this is because it is always unreasonably warm in our room no matter what the temperature outside. It's horrible, the heat is always on, even when it's not needed. Well, I guess I can see why the tuition is so high, if they turned down the heat it would probably cut our tuition in half (I know this is exaggerated, it's just to get the point across).
My room mate can't wait to get snow. I could care less, I've seen plenty of snow in my life. She says Christmas doesn't have snow very often. Well, I can remember very few Christmases without snow. I guess Pittsburgh doesn't receive the lake effect snow that Spartansburg does. It tried to snow today, it even sleeted a little, but nothing stayed on the ground.
I'm told that last year everyone woke up at three o'clock on the night of the first snowfall and had a snowball fight. I'm not sure if I would ever get that excited about snow. AND if anyone tries to wake me up for such an absurd thing(Christie), something VERY BAD will happen to them. There is no telling what I would be capable of doing, being aroused from a deep sleep at such an unreasonable time. Anyways, all those weird people can have their snow, just don't try to make me enjoy it because I DON'T CARE!

A Great Quote

This is a quote that was in the bulletin at church. It is by a monk named Brother Jeremiah. I think it is very good and fitting for anyone to hear and think about regardless of religiosity.

If I had my life to live over again, I would try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have ever been on this trip. I know very few things that I would take seriously next time around. I would make more trips. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets. I would do more walking and more looking. I'd eat more ice cream and less beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. You see, I am one of these people who lives sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments. If I had it to do over again, I would have more of them. ...I have been one of those people who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a rain coat, aspirin and a parachute. If I had it to do over again, I would go places, I'd do things...If I had to do it over again, I would take a lot more risks.

After reading this I feel a need to accomplish something big with my life. I don't want to settle for just good enough. My life should be great and a testament to God's glory. I'm not sure if I will ever end up being famous, but that's not really what I'm going for. Rather I think I just need to trust that God will make me into the person he really wants me to become rather then keep myself boxed up in the mundane and dull life that anyone can live. I need to take some risks!

Wasted Time

Today was another football game, this time versus Illinois. Last night I stayed up until 1 a.m. so I slept in this morning, not getting up until 10. Since the game started at noon, we left at quarter to 11 to make sure we were there on time. Although I didn't think we would get there early, we got the best seats we have ever had. We were in the ninth row, a vast improvement on the 19th, 34th, 37th, and 39th rows; and we had gotten there pretty early for some of the other games.

The first half totally sucked. We played crappy and didn't make any good plays. During the second half we totally turned it around though. Mostly due to our defense, we were able to end up with a score of 26 to 12. Another reason we won was because their offense wasn't any better than ours. Had it been, we definitely would have lost. We even managed to get a safety; that was pretty cool.

The day has turned out fairly well. Although I haven't done any homework or laundry, I don't feel pressured to do anything because there is no class tomorrow. This is probably not a good position to take on the matter but I see no reason that I shouldn't have at least one day a week in which I accomplish nothing. Well, as it seems it has taken me several hours to write this blog, (I started writing at around 5 and kept getting distracted) I think it's time I wrap it up and get to bed. Homework can wait til tomorrow.

Carried Away

I am the type of person that looks for constant attention and approval. This is bad because, I tend to take getting this attention for myself to a level that really annoys all the people around me. For instance I sing songs to attract attention. While I was sitting with some people watching the homecoming parade I couldn't contain myself. I started kicking my feet, blowing on people, pretending to push people off the ledge we were sitting on, sticking out my tongue, singing "This is the song that never ends," etc. I can't seem to stop myself, I just have to be the center of attention. I hate it when I am left out of conversations too, which happens quite frequently. With all this immature behavior I'm not sure I'm even close to prepared for taking care of myself. I wish I could just fly away and never have to deal with human life. I mean, everyone's views and ideas are distorted and I don't know how to behave like a mature person around people who I don't find totally upstanding and exemplary people (these are the types of people that I look up to, admire, and respect; not acting like an idiot in their presence). I don't know for sure how to overcome this, but I think that working on removing this unnecessary behavior would be a good step forward in my maturity. I'm not saying that I will stop having fun, just maybe the stuff I do at the expense of other people and their thoughts and feelings. Normally I wouldn't really care about others, but I think this is just as much for myself as for them. I need to grow up and stop acting like a three year old child, although I'm not sure my social skills have ever surpassed this point.

Boo!

As you might know, I'm not really into the Halloween thing. For this matter, I don't go trick or treating and have only dressed up for it during elementary school for the Fall Festival or whatever it's called. I've also only gone trick or treating about two times in my life. In these cases my mom drove us around to several of her friends houses where we sang songs. Maybe I was missing out by not having tons of candy, but I never felt I it mattered.
Anyways, today I thought I would get in the spirit by giving someone a scare. I hadn't really planned it but Christie gave me so much opportunity I couldn't resist. She tends to leave the door wide open when she leaves to go to the bathroom, so when I got back from my Chem lab I noticed that this was the case. I also heard the toilet flush as I entered the room so I assumed that was what she was doing and decided to give her a little jolt. I waited and waited (it wasn't actually very long it just felt that way) until I finally heard her get to the door. As she started up the steps I was ready with a loud "BOO!" to which she started jumping up and down as if the sky had just collapsed. It was hilarious. Maybe you find this a bit harsh, but I'm the kind of person that likes to get everyone's heart pumping good. I'm sure if they did a study on the effects of being scared senseless, it would prove healthy. Even if it doesn't, it sure gives me a laugh, and that has been proven a healthy thing to do, so who cares about everyone else.

Suffern' Succotash

I think this day has been one of great promise. With a lack of necessary homework I have lingered long in the realm of the unimportant. This includes watching clips from several different shows, catching a few Strong Bad emails, and throwing bouncy squares (if you have never seen these you are missing out) around the room.
I could, of course, have taken this day to get ahead on some of my projects and to study for various upcoming tests, but what would have been the fun in that. The comments I have received have lead me to believe that people think that I'm depressed or upset. This is not really the case. I guess one thing leading to this assumption might be my obvious lack of writing skills, thus inhibiting my ability to accurately portray my mood. When I read these posts they fill me with laughter. I have a real problem with taking anything seriously. Thus, it really isn't that I'm worried about all the crap they make us do; it's really more like I would rather be able to get it done at a faster pace with less testing and papers.
I will not, however, let this hold me back. I have embarked on this journey and, even though at times I feel it isn't worth it, there are a lot of people that believe in me and have supported me. If I were to just quit I would feel as if I let them all down. So, on a voyage I go, sailing off into the horizon and experiencing the unknown.

Nonsense

Today was a very boring day, but I guess it had some good points. I didn't go to math today because the teacher had told us that he was going to go over the midterm and if we didn't care then we didn't need to come. That was nice because it meant that I got to sleep an extra two hours.
In my Jewish Studies class we got to listen to some very interesting music. I would suggest some of it although it is in Hebrew. The music video for "The Sticker Song" by Snakefish is especially good. Another song I liked was "Yo-Ya" by the Beehive, which I was able to find on Napster. The only reason I use Napster, by the way, is because PSU students get it free.
I decided I really hate women's studies because, well, I don't agree with anything much that the teacher is saying. I wish I was in a society in which women were still treated as property and didn't need to learn a profession to be worth something. I got my latest paper back today in which she said, "I think you think that you've proven a lot more than you have. You seem to make conclusions without adequately establishing your argument-this is the main problem with your paper." Well of course I didn't think I proved anything. Why would I want to make a point of something I don't really believe? Oh well, I knew it wasn't a very good paper to start with.
One thing that I did find myself contradicted on today was my wish to be lazy. In one of the Jewish songs was a Bible reference to Proverbs 6:6 which reads "Go to the ant, you slacker! Observe its ways and become wise." I wish that this was not such a pointed statement so that I could ignore it. It totally blows my, girls shouldn't have to think and work, thought out of the water. I guess that's God's way of telling me to get over it and do something useful.
Seeing as my posts, although with some laughter, have been kind of depressing thus far, I think it is time to turn things around into a more optimistic light. Although I still believe that if you ask me I would still say that a glass half full of water is really 3/4 empty.

Procrastination

Procrastination is an art that I have perfected through years of practice. I think I first picked it up from my mother, who I love very much, but yet has always waited until the last minute to get things done. If we were ever supposed to be somewhere at a certain time we were either late, or speeding to get there on time. I suppose this can't be blamed entirely on her, as anyone with knowledge of or relation to the Bolstad clan knows, it is inherited. This might also be the reason for my procrastinating ways.

However, the point is that, as I sit here typing away in my 25 wpm or slower pace, I should be studying for a math midterm which is scheduled to begin in an hour and fifteen minutes. I assume that this will be plenty of time to study, especially since it seems to all be review from high school. This being said, it would be true only if I actually used it all to study. I don't plan on doing this though, because I find that my brain doesn't really retain any more information by poking and prodding it with extra studying. I think it might actually hurt me in the end to do this because it would probably cause a headache, which would, no doubt inhibit any performance on this test.

There are lots of people around, including my room mate, studying very hard for this exam. I find that some of them are struggling and worried, and this makes me wonder if I shouldn't follow suit and beat my brains out. I mean, they must find some purpose in it. Despite all this, I am pretty certain that if the test is anything like the previous exams that are posted online, I should do very well. Besides, I should know just about everything there is to know about it. I mean, I did get a 98% on my Calc final last year. The only mistakes being, forgetting a "C" at the end of an equation and forgetting to multiply an answer by 3 for the final measurement. I mean if my brain works well enough to remember what my mistakes were, how much could I have forgotten.

Another thing that gives me relief is a conversation with a very knowledgeable person (i.e. Karen). She mentioned that I am very smart and that, if I were to only give a 50% effort I would do alright in college. This is why I am only giving myself the ability to study for 50% of the time in which I actually should. This being said I should probably start. In a little while.

Football Fever

Last night was crazy. If you didn't know, I have season tickets to the PSU football games. For this reason I was at Beaver Stadium to watch the biggest game yet this season. It was a lot of fun especially because it was a white out, meaning everyone in the student section, with the exception of those who ended up in the S zone, was wearing white.
Christie and I had intended to go with a girl from down the hall, (the same one that I have mentioned in previous posts) because it was her first time at a game and, according to Christie, it's no fun to watch the game alone. Anyways, as we got to the gate to go in Jamie decided to go through a different line as us because she was bringing in a camera and you have to go through in certain places if you are bringing things into the stadium. When she got in, of course her ticket wasn't in the same place as ours, so we ended up not sitting together. This was alright with me because I wasn't really concerned with her "happiness," but of course Christie was really upset, if you knew her you'd understand because she gets upset over the littlest things. I tried to tell her that it wasn't her fault but she was still upset. I guess I'm not a very caring person but I wasn't going to let this ruin the game for me.
P.S. Does anyone know if Tye Cressman would have been down here? I thought I might have seen him on my way to the stadium but there was no way I was going to ask and possibly get a "no" from the person.
Back to the point. I had a lot of fun screaming at the top of my lungs, or maybe it was the bottom, it seemed a bit deeper than if it were the top. My voice is now sore because of this. The biggest problem I have with football games is that everyone and I mean at least 95% of the crowd yells profanity at the opposing team. I don't mind hearing profanity once in a while but I really don't like to hear it screamed into my ears with no possible way of shutting it out. Oh well, I guess that's just part of the experience.
We were doing pretty good the first quarter, at least we didn't let them score, but then the second and third gave them a 14 point lead which we were never able to overcome. We did score a touchdown in the last minutes of the game, which gave us hope, especially since we got possession of the ball again after that, but it was not to be. A final score of 17-10 in favor of the Michigan Wolverines left us with a bad taste in our mouth and still longing for revenge.
Then, as I returned home, I got online and chatted with Philip. This left me getting to sleep at around 1:30, the latest I have stayed up yet, and man am I tired this morning.

Stupidity

Yesterday I think I made a really big fool of myself, but that seems to be what I'm good at. I was trying to do something funny and stupid, but I think it only turned out funny to me and really stupid to everyone else. I knew the girl from down the hall (Jamie, if you want a name) was coming to ask Christie if she wanted to go to the pep rally. I thought it would be funny to lock the door and put some of those things that you grow in water on the steps (if you didn't know, we have five steps that lead into our room). Then I was going to lean on the top of the door frame and unlock the door. This plan didn't work quite right however because I couldn't quite reach the lock from my position of leaning on the door frame. When I heard a knock on the door I ran over and tried to unlock the door. While I did manage to get it unlocked I also fell onto the steps. Christie, not realizing I had fallen on accident, rushed over and tried to unlock the door. In this process she actually relocked it. I told her this and she proceeded to unlock it again while I continued to lie on the steps. By the time the door was opened I was still on the steps and the look I got from the girl outside was priceless. I think she really hates me now because I am so silly. Oh well, I like being silly. The other really sad part was that she didn't even notice the things on the steps because I was covering them all up. Regardless to say, I didn't get invited to the pep rally. I guess I didn't really want to go anyways, but I've really lost my chances of being friends with that girl now. (She was one of the girls that was making fun of my Christmas songs too.) I guess I don't really need friends like her anyways, they seem to cause me to act stupid because of some of their brash comments. Besides I don't think that she is a possessing Christian, and those are the only people that you should make close friends anyhow. (You should read this book called University of Destruction by David Wheaton. It tells all about the kind of friends you should have along with covering many other topics that need addressed both in college and for Christians in any stage of their walk. It is also a very good read.) Anyways, whether what I did was really stupid or not, I got a kick out of it. That's all that really matters.

Christmas Songs

I suppose that anyone who knows me realizes that I'm a bit strange, crazy, and at times eccentric. People here at school, however, don't notice this fact so quickly and are often deceived into trusting relationships before they realize who I really am. Last night some of these people found me out. They heard, from a source (I'm not entirely sure who), that I was playing Christmas songs. This is true, I admit that I like to start playing them many months in advance of the blessed holiday, but I don't find it any part their business. Last night, over dinner, they brought the subject up as if it were the most horrid thing in the world to do (I'm pretty sure I could think of a lot worse). I was not deterred by their disdain, however, and continued to whistle Christmas tunes. As they heard my song they were impelled to come and strangle me. I'm not sure what makes people get so frustrated over what another is doing but I think it is a bit ridiculous. People need to mind there own business a little more. Surely I know that my music is a bit out of season, but since that is what I enjoy doing, and it doesn't seems to really hurt anyone else, I can't see the reason for so much concern. People need to learn to respect others and not try to change them into "normal" people. We need to be individuals, and this entails becoming our own person. I would hope that our world could be a safe place for everyone to practice their own beliefs without discrimination.

Dumb Crap

Toady was my Chem lab. It's only once a week, but man is it stupid. Today we spent the whole four hours (yes that's right, 4 stinkin' hours for one credit) trying to figure out what different substances did when they were combined and then deciding what some unknowns were based on previous results. I guess some of the colors we made were pretty, but that's about the only conciliation. Besides this the class starts at 8:00 a.m. and I didn't get to bed until midnight last night, partially because I was working on some stupid homework for the class (don't they think you spend enough of your time on one credit without giving you out of class assignments?) and then I had to get up a 6:30 this morning. Needless to say it was a struggle to get myself out of bed. Anyways, then when I got home another teacher had canceled class so I got done early today, which is why I'm not on my way to class right now. Yippe! Dispite this small triumph over "the man," there are just not enough of these moments. It's really to bad I have another eight years of this crap to look forward to. Hope your life never sucks as bad as mine (and if it does I don't want to hear about it, I really could care less).

Welcome

I thought I would start my own blog because I found that posting on Philip's blog was so much fun. Besides, it gives me an excuse not to do the piles of homework that I could be enjoying. Today was rather boring, but I guess I made it through. In Calc we went over homework problems but I didn't have any questions so it was basically a waste of time for me. During my Chem class our teacher burnt a one dollar bill. (Isn't that illegal or something-"de-facing money") I think he might have done it on purpose just to make us laugh. One good thing about the day was that my Vet Sci seminar got out early, it's kind of sad though when that is the highlight of my day. So how about that plane crash in NY, seems like planes like to fly into buildings there. I think my first post is losing speed, so I'll try to come up with something better for next time. That's all for my first post to "bettybop."