Naomi-style

*not enough caffeine today.
*bored out of my mind
*I wish I could imbibe Stranger in a Strange Land
*I HEART MANI'S
*"First we need to take off Brooke's pants"
*buzzing a bit, despite (or perhaps because of) the lack of caffeine
*I talked on the phone with someone last night for two hours straight. I think that's a record for me, especially considering that I actually enjoyed said conversation.
*I'm still sorry
*but I can't help but be pleased
*HHGG WAS SO INCREDIBLY GOOD
*Letters all mailed, feeling efficient.
*what do you do when you can't do anything?
*3,070 miles is a long ways
*They messed up Zaphod's second head
*Nobody ever talks to me anymore :'(
*"Brooke, I'm mailing you some cast-iron pants"
*I love my daddy
*why is everyone suddenly obsessed with my pants?
*I still have my purple pen from PC
*Yay not dying, boo sulfonamides
*New Audioslave album coming in less than a month
*working, eating, sleeping, and chatting takes up 25 hours of my day
*My dork status just leveled up! W0000T!!1!one!
*I'm not nearly as good at this as Nayrmi ;)
*Boston accents a' wicked pissa
*This has become more public than I ever expected it to, but I refuse to make a smaller one and give it to select people, because this is who I am and I'm not going to hide myself away just because some parts of me are not what people expect.
*I <3 MY FUTURE ROOMMATE
* *bounces up and down in excitement*
*I'm still scared of school
*Anybody want a mini candy bar?
*FOOD!
*I'm not fat, just large
*Mani's has the best vanilla lattes in LA
*But that's not saying much

Speak of the devil

So Western did, in fact, decide to make me happy :)

Which means I am, in fact, moving to Bellingham late August-ish.

Which means I have to figure out how to tell Diego that his favorite little slave is leaving.

Tiger officially launched 18 minutes ago, hip hip hurray.

I would give a nice rant about the lameness of the new Mac operating system, but I don't feel like killing the good mood. Maybe later.

Pause

Google Search History makes me happy.

Now I just wish Western would decide to make me happy as well.

I should probably be looking for apartments for this summer, or making a decision about what I'm going to do with my life in the fall. Ah well, I'll get around to that eventually.

BOATS!

Went sailing to catalina island and back, it was gorgeous and I had a blast. In less than 48 hours, we sailed to the island, went hiking, went horseback riding, went tree-climbing, sailed up the coast a bit, went snorkling, sailed up the coast a bit more, crossed the isthmus of the island, and sailed back to LA.

It was amazing. And insane. I have no idea how we survived, but we came back with roughly the same number of appendages we had before we left.

Tyler says Dax just wants to get in my pants. Dax says Tyler is just blatantly in love with me.

I say both are true. ;)

Thoughts

I've commented before, maybe even a year or more ago, about the idea of shallowness. I don't believe in shallow people. I just don't think they exist. People are deep, and complex, and every person has the capacity for love and hatred, cruelty and kindness, and above all, contemplation. Everyone everywhere has at least a little belief, or maybe just hope, that there is some kind of loving God, of some shape or form.

I don't claim to know how Christ will judge, when He does. But a lot of times the church does. I assume they base that off of the Bible, but it doesn't matter. To say that you know God is the ultimate foolishness.

I really do believe in Christ, and in His sacrifice. I just think the church has Him pegged almost exactly wrong. If He were alive today, we would condemn Him just as the Pharisees did, and somehow I don't think He would like our self-righteous attitude.

I believe people are for the most part, deep down, fundamentally good. Christianity of today starts with the idea that people are fundamentally corrupt. So I guess I have a problem with that.

This is all very vague and indirect, and I'm sorry about that. I can't even think about this kind of stuff without being vague and indirect though. It's too close to the core of who I am.

Just a small demonstration

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Dang, that's really hard. I'm so used to using the backspace key that it's really reflexive now. I actually have to think hard in order to not use it.

Translation: Of how absolutely terrible my spelling/typing is without the backspace key. I never edit any of my posts afterwards, I simply watch as I type and then backspace when I mess up, which I obviously do very often. I'm sure if I slowed down a little I wouldn't I have so many problems, but I really do have to backspace a whole heck of a lot. It's really quite bad. Maybe it has something to do with my weird shaky finger thing. Whatever it is, it's probably not going to change, like, ever. I just thought I'd give you guys this little insight into exactly what my messages would look like if the world still used typewriters.

Funny Simile #4:
* She grew on him like she was a colony of E.coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

That was unsatisfactory

That blog post left me feeling empty inside :(

So I shall elaborate and extend. Amityville Horror was a fantdiddlytastic movie, which I highly recommend whether you like scary movies or not. There was all the requisite tension, yet it was hilariously funny at points, and actually had a solid plot. Plus it was really fun to watch Dax get all wound up. At one point he was actually clinging to me. It was a hoot and a half.

In an effort to not be as frustratingly vague as nathan, I feel I should expand a bit on my relationship with Dax. Because I know you all want to know, and are too polite to ask :)

He is a good friend, nothing more. We get along really well, and have a lot of fun when we do things together, but it's nothing more than that. As a side note that is probably of interest only to Tyler, I'm getting better about hugs and touches from friends of the opposite sex. It doesn't make me spaz out anymore. Much.

Prowling

I went climbing about on roofs after work today, and it was probably one of the most enjoyable things I've done since getting here. There's something very peaceful and settling about watching the sunset from up above all the hubbub, with your back against the warm, sun-baked bricks of a chimney. I might even do it again sometime.

Last night I had a really wonderful night as well (two in a row? must be a record or something), with Dax, of carpooling fame. We went out to dinner (sushi), ice cream (coldstone), and a movie (Amityville Horror). (I'm all over the parenthesis today, like Joe on a spelling mistake (speaking of which, I forgot the weird metaphor in my last post. Here it comes, are you ready?))

One of those comparison things #3:
* He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

Universal Implosion of All Mass

I found a techno song that I have become addicted to. As in, I've had it repeating for about 20 minutes, and it's not getting old. And in case you don't yet know, I'm of the opinion that techno is soul-less and heinously evil. It's Romanian though, so that may have redeemed it from it's uncleanliness. I have uploaded so that you can all decide whether this is an exception, or I've just finally lost that last marble.

Ozone - Dragostea Din Tei

I also had something else that I was going to blog about. I went so far as to start composing it in my head last night, promising myself I'd remember. That's all I remember now. I think it was even a deep, philosophical topic, which I know you all love. If I ever remember it, maybe I'll tuck it away for one of those months when my posting is all dry and mundane.

Ugh.

When one steps onto a scale after a year of ignoring such masochistic and oppressive instruments of torture, and one realizes that they are 25 lb. heavier than they thought they were, one has an undeniable urge to find another such instrument, knowing of course that the first is unaccurate. When one finds that the first is, in fact, accurate, one begins to search for that place inside of them that knows what to do about it.

Metalogy #2:
* His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances
like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my!

I'm going hunting today... for a suitable apartment for me and a small gaggle of girls down here in LA. The temporary status of myself and tanika is making things difficult, because neither of us can sign a lease. I'll keep you updated on how that's going.

"I got soul, but I'm not a soldier"

Thanks to everyone for their comments on the previous post, and don't stop just because it's not at the top of the page anymore. Everything that was said has merit, and I'm sure any additional comments will as well. Most of them are things I've been thinking about recently anyways, but it's always good to have sounding boards.

On a lighter note, I have a funny. I've been saving it, trying to find the right way/time to let it out, because it's a bit long. I've decided to take a page out of tanika's book for this one, and put a little at the end of each entry from now until I get done. The title is "Analogies and Metaphors Found in High School essays"

Analaphor #1:
* Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

Propagating... heehee

I resist meme's quite well on most occasions, you have to admit that I've been good about it. Even though I'm exactly the type of person who is susceptible to such things. This one was short and simple though, so I will... propagate.

If you read this, even if you don't know me that well, you must comment with one thing that I do that you just wish I wouldn't. It can be anything you want--hold nothing back! After commenting, post this in your own blog and see what your friends don't like about you!

New and Improved

This was long overdue, but I had/have a bit of an emotional attachment to greymatter. It's kind of like a first car, I guess. If blogger tries any funny business, I can still switch back with just a few clicks. I really needed to get rid of enetation though, because it was stupid and annoying. So now I've got nifty things like rss/atom feeds, so you can put me on your bloglines and junk. You could also, if you so desired, and if you use firefox, put me in your bookmarks with links to individual entries. I think.

If you missed an old entry, or just feel like prying into ye old Brooke, the greymatter archives are located to the right, under "Pre-Blogger."

In other news, I may be rooming with the lovely Rose next year, whose blog I keep forgetting to link. We're looking at 2-bedroom apartments in Bellingham, where I plan to go to school if the world doesn't implode before September. If everything goes peachily, we may be in the same apartment building as nathan and benson, who got a wicked nice deal on theirs, which naturally means that we would be getting a wicked nice deal on ours. Not to steal their thunder or anything, but if I have the chance to get a wicked nice deal, I'm going to take it.

So yeah

I switched to blogger. I'll finish figuring out the template later, I need to go to lunch right now. Blame Tyler.

Testing

I'm a wimp.