Ponderings

I really admire my parents. They are amazing people. I spent the morning today running errands with my mom, and the evening working with my dad. I often make it sound like it's such a struggle to be at home, but my parents really are two of the smartest, wisest, and strongest people I know. When I really get to talk to them, one on one, I learn so much about them and about myself, and life in general... I just really love them. That's all there is to it.

Mommy and I were riding bikes to do our errands this morning... and the first thing was an eye appointment that I had at 11. About 1/4 mile out, I got a flat. Mom switched bikes with me and told me to ride like the wind to get to my appointment. So I got there, she showed up about 20 minutes later, having walked the bike all the way there. Got done, walked around to our other errands, then walked the bikes home. We left the house at 10:30 and got home around 4:30. So for 6 hours we were just talking and spending time together, and enjoying the day. It was a real blessing to be able to spend that time with her. She's just incredibly wonderful.

So then after I got home my dad came and asked if I could help him on a job he was doing at someone's house. He was just putting up bits of sheet metal stuff between the gutter and roof so that it wouldn't leak anymore. I was just moving ladders and cutting the metal and putting caulk stuff on them for him. It was really not difficult, and so we just spent most of the time talking. After that we went to get a few things from different stores that he needed, and got home around 10. Another 5 hours of just good quality time enjoying eachother's company.

It was just a really good day. I like those.

Oh, and yesterday I got to play with my katina ^_^ She rocks. We saw a movie and then went and played at her house for a little bit, etc. Twas also very good.

life, the universe, and my nose

I've been viciously attacked by fresh air. It's vulgar. My nose is protesting the lack of pollution, from what I can tell.

You know how the inside of your nose stings when you go up on a mountain and the air is fresh and cold and thin? No? Maybe I'm a mutant then.

Regardless, that's the way my nose has felt since I got here, and I did get a very minor nosebleed a few days ago while working for my dad in some dusty rooms, moving furniture. I could be dying.

So the plan is locked, and I'm riding over to bellingham with benson and rose, on sunday. I'm still just kind of hoping that eventually all my other belongings will magically arrive. (Yes, UPS Ground is now classified as magic. Right up there with Google and french toast.)

Murf

It's incredibly good to be home. I can't really say I'm on vacation though... not here. There's too much to do for me to just sit around while my parents and sister work all day. I kind of forgot about that when I was planning my "vacation" :P

But instead I'll just plan on my time in Bellingham (before school starts) being my vacation time.

Now I'm off to plot ways in which I can beat my 250 to 1 odds. And see other people, too.

Several days past Tomorrow

Sorry about that. The day of my last post, I went to pick up my sister's boyfriend at the airport. He came down from San Fran for a week(ish) to surprise her. I didn't want to say exactly that, because occasionally Ruth does read this. I didn't want to ruin the surprise.

It was one helluva week. Roget (her boy) and I ran a whole bunch of errands on tuesday and wednesday, went to disneyland on thursday, played games on friday, packed like mad on saturday, then he left and I packed like mad on sunday too. It's kind of hard to believe I'm leaving already. But Jeremiah is here to pick me up to go to the airport, because he's awesome like that, so I gotta go.

Speaking of Jeremiah being awesome, I dreamed last night that he was teaching me how to be a spy, and how to follow someone on a train without being noticed.

FREEE!

"Are you listening to Gregorian chants? You are, aren't you!"

"I think everyone should carry around a handfull of spaghetti. It's so soothing."

I now have several desktop backgrounds that rock my world. I heart photoshop.

The next week is going to be insane and unpredictable. I'll tell you more tomorrow.

I wish I knew more about... everything.

I'm "Packing"

I'm gloating because my computer still works like beauty, and ruthie's is being poo. She always makes fun of me for having a mac, and doesn't believe me when I say windows is annoying and bothersome.

Five minutes ago she IMed me from 2 feet away to ask me to get her some orange juice. I messaged back that she was lazy, but I was a good sister, so I'd get her some.

I love my roommate.

Okay, so I was totally wrong.

I can do it, I just don't know how yet. I shall investigate, and experiment.

Last night Diego took my sister Ruth and I out to dinner. We went to this mexican place in West Hollywood. I've never seen so many gay couples in one place... it was amazing. Diego was getting hit on by the waiter too, it was cute.

The food was so deliscious, and both Ruth and I stayed up for a while after we got home, to let the food settle. We were so stuffed.

Two days left. *fidgets*

The Devil Went Down to Georgia

Benson, you should click on the little time link instead of the comments button when you want to read my comments. Joe might also want to do this. It's friendlier on the eyes, since I can't edit the comments template.

I stayed up way too late tonight cleaning my fairy. It wasn't even that noticably messy, but it was enough to bug me when I had her as the background, so I fixed her.

I want to fix things, but I think I keep breaking them instead.

Once again, today has been a lesson in why you shouldn't casually mention to Brooke things that you don't want passed around to other possibly interested parties.

Make your own Reality

I spent most of today learning how to do film compositing using shake 4. It's massively confusing, but pretty interesting. Jeremiah and John arrived from Virginia, and they're aiming to get into the film industry (from what I know), so brother-in-law and his boss held a little shake seminar, with their 6 G5 computers and 12 monitors. It was fun, and educational.

blah blah blah, more stuff about me, yada yada.

Changes

Just lost another relationship (probably permanently) that was very important to me. I was dragged away from it kicking and screaming, so to speak.

This seems to be happening more and more often lately. I wish I could blame it on me moving.

The girl in the back of the bus was trying to curl her eyelashes with a spoon. I'm not quite sure how that works. It probably doesn't.

Only in LA...

70/80 years old. Dressed entirely in various violent shades of flourescent green. Flourescent green socks, up to mid-calf, under flourescent green sandles. Flourescent green shorts and tank top. Flourescent green sunglasses and cute little flourescent green hair clip.

Took me two hours to get to work this morning, because I left the first bus without my bus pass. Walked around for 45 minutes before I found a convenience store that would give me cash back on my debit card. Growl.

Yay Engrish

From a brochure of a Tokyo car-rental company:

"When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage, then tootle him with vigor."

Slow

The Bossless Week(end) of Death is almost over. Last night I was sitting out on the couch half out of it, and being lazy and content because the next day was Sunday and I wouldn't have to work. Then I woke up.

I'm now happy with the header, but need some input in the background image. Do you like the impressionistic power symbol that's currently there? Can you tell it's an impressionistic power symbol?

If you click on one of the archives, you can see the background design that nathan made for me. I like the style and texture more, but it seems... big... or funny shaped... or something, I don't know. It just doesn't seem to fit.

Other option is to go without. I do accept guest submissions. *hint, hint*

Blargh Gets a Makeover

This was without a doubt the fastest and easiest new blog style I've ever put up, due in large part to the wonderfulness that is css.

I think it's pretty, I hope it's not too powerfully purple for you masculine types out there. At least Naomi should like it ^_^

I forgot to tell you yesterday about the interesting things that happened to me. The first was the bus driver shutting the door in my face. Literally, in my face. As in, there was the usual little line of 5ish people getting on the bus, I was second to last in this line, I got to the door and he shut it and started driving off. I yelled "hey!" and ran next to it for a few seconds banging on the door, but it was useless. The guy behind me was equally confused and pissed off. It was strange. Unfortunately, we didn't get his bus number to report him.

The second thing was when I was coming back from lunch, walking along next to the stopped traffic. These guys were sitting in a nice black car, and the guy in the back had his window open. He stuck his arm out the window and pointed at me and said to the driver "see look. Skinny little blonde girl..." and then I missed the rest, because they drove off. I looked behind me, but I was the only one on the street. Now I'm not going to dispute the skinny part, because at least 6 of you are going to object, but I'm really not little, and I'm really not blonde. I was just like... o.O?

Majorly FREAKIN' OUT

So I was idly wondering why I hadn't gotten my financial award letter from western today (because I called them a while back to find out why, and they had said it should be arriving any day), and I decided to give them a call.

"What's your student ID?"
/me gives nice lady my student ID
"Hmmm... what's your social?"
/me gives nice lady my ss#
"Ah there you are. You're still marked here as 'not admitted.'"
/me quietly flies off the handle

After about 30 seconds of ranting at the poor nice lady about exactly how much I *am* admitted, I calmed down and apologized and asked her for the undergrad admissions number. Got transferred around a bit, then found another nice lady, who after talking for a few minutes said, "ok, hold on while I pull your file" and a few minutes later, "I'm having a little trouble finding your file, can I call you back?"

So by this time I'm like wickedly upset with Western for being collective brainless idiots, and wondering if I really want to go to this place anyways if they've managed to not only mistakenly mark me as not admitted, but also to lose my physical file.

She called me back a few minutes later and asked me a few other questions about when I sent in what, when I got back what, etc., and during the course of this discussion it was discovered that I was in fact on the phone with the University of Washington.

I'm really not sure how this happened, since I found the phone number through the WWU website.

I called western, verified that they were in fact western, and then straightened out the financial aid question that had started the whole mess.

*sigh* I'm a big dope.

So I was thinking... ("What? That's a lie!" Okay, yeah it is.)

I was thinking that in spite of my diligent bloggering, there has been little in the way of actual updates on my life lately. I mean you've heard all about my dairy woes, my illicit cannabis propositions, my family happy hours, my employment angst, etc., but do you really know what's going on with me?

Yes, you do. Because that's what's going on with me :)

Oh, plus praying that I can actually handle four days in this department with no boss to take the questions that I don't know the answers to. And figuring out how I'm going to fit everything I need to take care of down here into the next 2.675 weeks.

Now if you can figure out exactly what time and date my plane leaves, you get a gold star.

Work is getting interesting.

So this computer is like... dead as a doornail. HD won't mount, directory is corrupted beyond belief, diskwarrior just says "no. I won't do it." It had trouble booting from external HD as well, but I eventually got something up there. Finally got the internal HD to mount after hours of trying, and none of the data is showing. The hard drive is clicking when it mounts, as though the drive heads are bad.

So after the weekend I turned it on and... there's nothing wrong with it. Back up the data immediately, works perfectly. Restart, works perfectly. >_<

This is, coincidentally, the computer that belongs to the guy who was so grateful that I was helping him that he went and got me a bottle of water, offered to take me out to lunch, and asked if I wanted some weed as well.

An indication of my boredom

These are amazingly entertaining. Once you figure out what the point of the game is, it's easier, but still a challenge. But it's not impossible, it just takes time.

Also, I can't believe I didn't know this existed. Not that it does me any good, but a few of you might find it interesting.

I wonder how many other unpublicized little things Google has going. Or maybe I'm just really out of the loop.

Work has been really frustrating lately, but it's settling down. I'll be out in two weeks anyways, so it's not so bad as all that.