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.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
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:
My eyesight without contacts:
My eyesight yesterday with only one contact in my left eye:
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.
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:
My eyesight without contacts:
My eyesight yesterday with only one contact in my left eye:
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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?
brought to you by Quizilla
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.
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