Friday, March 25, 2005

Hello again! I am back from my vacation up north! It was beautiful and wonderful and fulfilled. And, for more about the trip, I’ve compiled a few little photographs from the trip.




March 21, 2005.
Geoff and I loaded up his car with all kinds of travel goodies and started out. Goodbye Ohio!

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Two hours later:
Geoff stopped his driving shift and I took over. He promptly fell asleep and I discovered the joys of driving in Detroit rush hour.

Goodnight Geoff:
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Hello Detroit:
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A few more hours later:
We reach the Ambassador bridge and the Canadian/US customs gates. Photo ID and either your passport or birth certificate are required. Geoff and I both reach for our identification but I can’t find my drivers license. We reach the customs official and I still can’t find my drivers license. I have my photo ID from school, so I hand that off to her.

Customs official: “No drivers license?”
Me: “Well, I have one but I just can’t seem to find it….”
Geoff: “Is that a problem?”
Customs official: “Only if you get pulled over outside of the country driving a car without it.”
Me: “Oh…” Duh.

After we crossed the bridge, we checked into our beautiful room at the holiday Inn Select. The sweet hotel that it is managed to put us in the same room that we stayed in last time we visited Windsor. We had our little refrigerator and microwave, our view overlooking the city, and we finally managed to figure out how the jets worked in the bathtub. After we settled into our room we went out to do a little shopping, (I got chocolate covered raisins!) then we went to the riverfront for a walk.

Hello Detroit from Canada:
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Hello Casino that we didn’t visit because neither of us gamble:
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Hello cold Kayt:
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Later that night:
After a very enjoyable walk/jog, it was time to flex our swimming muscles.

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We had picked up some swimming goggles at a dollar store earlier, but after our first try it was apparent that they were in juniors sizes.

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March 22, 2005.
Our second day in Canada.
We needed to explore the city.

A little sleazy cabaret:
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Plunketts:
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A little lick:
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The nut house:
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A really pretty picture Geoff took:
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The river front again:
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The city:
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After we explored the city, we were frozen little Popsicles, so it was time to boil in the hot tub… with our new goggles!

Looking cool:
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March 23, 2005.
It snowed.

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That’s all I can say. It snowed all day so we stuck to the mall and the hot tub.

March 24, 2005.
Time to go home.

Good morning Geoff:
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This time at customs, Geoff drove us through because I still didn’t have my drivers licence, and US customs people are generally asses. The guy we had was pretty nice though. Refered to Michigan as a hell hole.

Hello and goodbye customs:
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Hello Ambassador bridge:
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Goodbye Michigan:
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Still in the car:
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Hello Ohio:
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Monday, March 21, 2005

As usual, stolen from Pop








English Genius
You scored 100% Beginner, 93% Intermediate, 87% Advanced, and 77% Expert!
You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!

Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!


For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.








My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:



















You scored higher than 66% on Beginner





You scored higher than 30% on Intermediate





You scored higher than 25% on Advanced





You scored higher than 75% on Expert
Link: The Commonly Confused Words Test written by shortredhead78 on Ok Cupid


I blame my intermediate and advanced scores on the fact that I just got a stinking C in English. Boo.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

I just learned an interesting little tid bit about myself. My first reaction to fear is to roll my eyes. I found this out moments ago when a little kid started bloody screaming as it ran down the hall. First reaction: roll eyes. Second reaction: run out of the office and grab child to inspect for bleeding or dripping brain contents coming from some major wound. Third reaction: “Shut up!” I then repressed that third reaction and went straight to number four: “Sorry, no running, honey. And you’re gonna have to be quiet, we have some people still sleeping in the hotel.”
Okay, first off, damn you, Pop, for your addictive quizes that somehow got Ashley Simpson’s Lalala song stuck in my head. And I don’t even know enough of the words to properly sing it.

“You make me… wanna… or go… lalalal! Lalalal! Lalalal!…. kitchen floor…. Lalala! Lalala! Something door! Lalala! Lalala!”

Ahhh fuckit!

Secondly, I’ve been out of school for about four days and STILL! STILL! My grades haven’t been posted! Blargeughah! Lalala! Lalala! Ah!

And thirdly, I’m at work right now so I can’t scream and yell lalala like I want to!

Oh… and fourthly, I’m going to Canada tomorrow. Yup! There will be pictures, worry not.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Oh no. I’m watching sex in the city for the first time… like ever… and I’m connecting with it! I’m agreeing with the characters! Christ! What’s wrong with me?!? I need some salsa.
This is Abe. He is my wiggly car alien puppet thing that I love so much. He’s probably three years old and has recently moved from the Mazda to the new (yet to be properly named) car. Abe, say hi.

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A tiny itty bitty little innocent break from math.

All the cool kids are doing it so I feel like I need jump off the bridge with the rest of them.

Initially from Spark/Sarah/Pop/LA:

How many books a year do you read?
Not counting school text books, about 20+, including a few re-reads.

What’s the last book you bought?
I actually snagged a few at a time. First was The Bonesetter’s Daughter by Amy Tan, next Tathea by Anne Perry, then A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Byrson. And two new blank books simply because I have an obsession and somewhat of a sexual desire for them.

What’s the last book you read?
I just finished Seabiscuit by Laura Hillenbrand last night (don‘t ask why I was reading it) and then started working on the last few pages of The Power of One by Bryce Courtenay.

List 5 books that matter a lot to you or that you particularly enjoyed.
One, Two, Three… Infinity: Facts and Speculations of Science, by George Gamow.
The Clan of the Cave Bear Earth’s Children’s Series by Jean M. Auel.
Ella Enchanted by Gail Levine (loved it as a kid then they made a STUPID movie).
The Decent of Woman: A classic Study of Evolution by Elaine Morgan.
The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams.

Who are you going to forward this (3 blogs) and why?
No forwarding. Sorry.

P.s. LA, I finished that secrete life of bee’s thingy too. My Aunt is always sending me odd books. How’d you like it?


Now, back to studying for my math final. Only 8 hours left! Blarg.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

I heard a song on my drive home today that made me think. It got me thinking about that very cliché your-life-isn’t-so-hard, think-of-the-starving-children-in-Africa kind of thing. Except it was more like your-life-isn’t-so-hard, think-of-all-the-fifteen-year-old’s-with-babies-and-abusive-coke-addicted-boyfriends kind of thing. I complain bunches, and I’ve been through some bad moments, but I’m so lucky. I’m not a starving baby in Africa, nor am I fifteen anymore, and I managed to get though that year without a baby or a coke addicted boyfriend (or any boyfriend for that matter). I’ve got a happy family, a good job, I’m going to school, and I have the love of an amazing man. Sure, my parents and I sarcastically argue, I fake sick to get out of work, I all out skip classes, and Geoff and I fight, but these things are so small. My family still loves me, work is still there for me, somehow I get through school, and Geoff and I make up. That damn song made me feel all appreciative and happy. I need to call Geoff now and tell him how much I love him.

God (Buddha), Geoff’s an amazing man. I’m so lucky to have him in my life. Sure, sometimes we argue and fight and there are days when we cry and lose sleep, but he’s such a good man. He makes me laugh-- deep laughs that include squeaks and squeals and snorts. He’s constantly surprising me with the things he does. The other day I accidentally left my college text books at his place and he found my math materials. For anyone that doesn’t know this already, math is my worst subject… me + math = all manner of ugliness. I’m basically failing this class. Well, Geoff went ahead and worked out the problems on my old midterms and then on my math example final exam packet so when we met up next he could go over them with me and help me out. And he did help, and it made sense. And he sings to me. And he doesn’t laugh at me when I try to sing to him. Wow, I think I could go on all night.

That damn song. Made me all happy and loving feeling. Ahhh, life is good right now.

Okay, I promise I’ll stop updating now. I think four updates a day is the limit anyway.
To recap: yesterday’s first driving incident involved me driving a sleeping boyfriend forty minutes out the of the way in a blizzard. Okay, on to the second incident…

After that little long drive, when I was getting ready to leave Geoff’s apartment to head home, one of my contacts popped out. And we couldn’t find it. So I was there with fine eyesight in my left eye, and blindness in my right. And to demonstrate just how bad this is, I’ve created a little visual to explain.

My eyesight with contacts:
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My eyesight without contacts:
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My eyesight yesterday with only one contact in my left eye:
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As you can see, this isn’t good. And I had to drive an hour home back through the previously discussed blizzard. Are you allowed to drive if you’re legally blind in one eye? Because I didn’t have much depth perception and found it pretty damn difficult.

Because I love stealing quizes from Pop

You scored as Buddhism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Buddhism. Do more research on Buddhism and possibly consider becoming Buddhist, if you are not already.

In Buddhism, there are Four Noble Truths: (1) Life is suffering. (2) All suffering is caused by ignorance of the nature of reality and the craving, attachment, and grasping that result from such ignorance. (3) Suffering can be ended by overcoming ignorance and attachment. (4) The path to the suppression of suffering is the Noble Eightfold Path, which consists of right views, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right-mindedness, and right contemplation. These eight are usually divided into three categories that base the Buddhist faith: morality, wisdom, and samadhi, or concentration. In Buddhism, there is no hierarchy, nor caste system; the Buddha taught that one's spiritual worth is not based on birth.

Buddhism

75%

Satanism

71%

agnosticism

71%

atheism

63%

Judaism

46%

paganism

42%

Islam

33%

Christianity

17%

Hinduism

4%

Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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Friday, March 11, 2005

Oh dear. I sure am something.

Geoff and I went driving around Morse Road today. We went bowling first off. He beat me all three times in three games. It was great fun. Then we hit some shops and went out to eat. It was a wonderful outing. After eating we started back towards his place, a short 10 minute drive away. Geoff fell asleep. I drove. So I get out on Morse Road, then I’m supposed to take 71 south and onward towards campus. Well… I managed the Morse Road part, but then I took 71…hehehe…. NORTH.

Twenty minutes later: “Whoops!”

I kept quiet and stroked Geoff’s hand as he slept and as I drove as fast as I could back to Columbus in a newly forming blizzard. Whoops.

At least he laughed at it when he woke up forty minutes later and still on the road.

Ong-Bak! Princess Pinocchio!

The other day Geoff and I went to see the uber coolest movie, Ong-Bak. Geoff had the movie downloaded and watched weeks ago but his version didn’t have subtitles. So the other day he calls me and says that he found out Ong-Bak ( with subtitles and on a BIG screen ) is playing at the mall’s theatre at 10pm. Sweet! But I was 9:20pm, I was twenty minutes away from Geoff, then we were thirty minutes away from the theatre. So I drove fast. I mean really fast. The numbers don’t work out, but we made it! We got to the mall, ran in, breathlessly bought the tickets, a red slurpy for me and a blue one for him, and made it to our seats as the first scene opened. Go see Ong-Bak! I really recommend it if you want to be completely and utterly amazed, then you like to feel all psyched and like you can totally kick ass after a movie. ‘Cause it’ll do that to you. It’s also pretty funny. Go see it now. Now…. now!

Yesterday I was HillbillyKayt. The Mazda needed to get taken into the dealership as part of the trade in deal… thing. So I went to delta, where we were keeping the Mazda, and with my fathers help (and a charge) we got it started. While it was running, surprising as it was, I started the drive to the dealership with my dad, in his work van, following me. I got down the street, on the freeway and life was good. Or at least it was good for about three and a half minutes. Then I stopped moving forward, there was a ball of blue smoke, something make a snapping sound, and the hood of my car started leaking a green spray and a stinky smoke. Yeah… so I pulled over. The Mazda was again very, very dead… and on the side of I270.

And here’s where the hillbilly-ness comes in.

My father and I called John and Kenny (old family friends) from Delta to come help us. They show up in their work van and say that they’re gonna tow the Mazda to the dealership. How you ask? Well, first you get a big ass five foot long pipe and put a chain through it. Then you wrap one end of that chain around some bit of the Mazda and the other end around some bit of John’s work van. Then you put my poor, brave little father in the very dead Mazda and tell him to steer while John tows him around the outskirts of Columbus then downtown to the dealership. Keep this in mind about the Mazda-- it has no power steering, no brakes by this point, no lights, and the car is chained three feet from the van’s bumper. On top of that, John is driving. If you knew him, you would have feared for my father’s life like I did. And if you knew Kenny, who was driving the other van with me in it, you would have feared for my life even more.

So at about 7:30pm yesterday, as it was snowing pretty heavily, I was on the verge of hysteric screams as I was whipped around in a rusty old work van that was following another rusty old work van that was towing a very rusty old Mazda with my little dad inside. I was all buckled up, had my feet up on the dashboard and my white knuckled hand holding on to the “oh shit” bar, while I tried to call Geoff to tell him I love him one last time before I was sure I’d die.

But, good news. I didn’t die. And my father didn’t die. And now I must go bowling. Wish me luck.

Wednesday, March 9, 2005

Someone supply me with a topic on race! Somthing that would be appropriate to publish in a magazine.

...please.

I’m in the computer lab right now desperately trying to think of some wonderful topic about race to write my final essay on. It’s due in a few hours and if I don’t get it in I’m simply fucked. It’s snowing very prettily outside and from my place near the window I can watch it swirl around a little grassy area. There’s a big fat old crow or raven bird walking in that little grassy area. He won’t fly and seems to have a patch of white on one wing. Hun, I looked away to type that one sentence and now he’s gone. Quick old bird.

My second fencing class was yesterday. It consisted of warm ups that were life threatening then actual epée bouts! The Russian coaches plugged me up to the electronic scoring do-hickey, put a blade in my hand and told me to go at it. And I did. And I beat some of the guys! It was great fun. I didn’t expect to land any hits since I’m so very out of shape and my technique has practically rusted away, but I did. When you get a chance to fence in a bout with another fencer and try new things and get hit and hit them back you kinda forget how your muscles are burning and throbbing. But it’s a new day and I remember now. Ow. My bootie hurts.

Saturday, March 5, 2005

Inyuasha!

Inyuasha!


sesshoumaru
You're Sesshoumaru! you are calm and collected and
you don't show any emotion at all. But inside
we all know you are a softy, it's just a matter
of showing it to everyone else. Be open once in
a while and maybe even date one of your many
fans!


What Inuyasha Character are you?
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I am so addicted to this show. Somebody buy me all the seasons on DVD pretty, pretty please.

Side note: I had my first fencing class on campus this last Tuesday, and today I was able to bend my legs for the first time since then! And it hurt so much after I bent my knees that I wanted to cry. Muscles weren’t made to take a couple hundred lunges.