That's right, my 20th birthday is today. Well, at 8:36 tonight. Not doing much today, checking email, hanging out with my family. We went to MGM on Sunday though, so that counts as an activity. My mum has a thing about doing something special for birthdays. So, we'll have a nice family dinner, open my gifts, then play Munchkin. Great game. Funny. All my choice, of course. This has been a pretty good year, I think. This next one should be even better, what with all my study abroad plans.
I start my summer job tomorrow. I have enjoyed relaxing this past week though. Won't happen again until August, unfortunately. Well, so long for now.
30 May 2006
21 May 2006
Home Sweet Home
Yes, I am back home in sunny Florida. Well, perhaps too sunny due to the fires over in Brevard County. And hot. Ugh. I miss DC weather already. I'm slowly unpacking my stuff. We barely fit everything in the car. It's my own fault for having too many books...and clothes. But I needed stuff for about three different types of weather so it's really not my fault. And I'm a girl, so there you go. I don't start at the courthouse until the 31st, the day after my 20th birthday. Hooray! Almost out of the teens. I'm excited.
Oh, and if you should die today and God asks you why He should let you into heaven, like this rather...annoying evangelist asked my mum yesterday when she was going door to door, tell the person that you'll be praised for not pushing your faith on other people like I would tell Him. Or, my mum's "that's between me and Him". But my advice is to make it witty and pointed.
Oh, and if you should die today and God asks you why He should let you into heaven, like this rather...annoying evangelist asked my mum yesterday when she was going door to door, tell the person that you'll be praised for not pushing your faith on other people like I would tell Him. Or, my mum's "that's between me and Him". But my advice is to make it witty and pointed.
12 May 2006
New 'Be' Slogans...
Ideas for the AU "Be" campaign:
'Be A Failure At Life'
Or, for the philosophy majors:
'Be A Logical Fallacy'
'Be Bright' in glow-in-the-dark letters
'Be A Failure At Life'
Or, for the philosophy majors:
'Be A Logical Fallacy'
'Be Bright' in glow-in-the-dark letters
10 May 2006
Chaos...not just a theory
Wow...today was one of the longest desk shifts of my life. Granted, the 8 hour stretch that one time was pretty bad but today's 6 hours, wow. I must have checked about 50 or so people out of their room. And most of them came all at once when I was trying to check out the vacuum and the carts. And usually I was the only one there. Because Housing and Dining decided, oh, after finals is a great time to put everyone on single staffing. Wrong! Luckily the RD and one of the RAs were around a lot to help, at least in the first couple hours.
But I got to relax by going to dinner with a bunch of people on the floor, which was great. A nice end to a crazy day. And now, I'm already tired! Doesn't seem right.
But I got to relax by going to dinner with a bunch of people on the floor, which was great. A nice end to a crazy day. And now, I'm already tired! Doesn't seem right.
09 May 2006
Tuesday, Once a day of pain, now a day of joy
Right now I am incredibly happy that I am done with finals! Done, done, done!
And...*whispers* I'm actually feeling okay about them....I mean, I think I got the major points across well enough. Now, I just have to pack. But I'm not leaving until Sunday, so I've got lots of time, which is really kinda nice. I'll start on Friday, I think. Or at least, Thursday night.
Tomorrow, I'm treating myself to work for 6 hours. A special treat for finishing finals. Just for me. But, I'll just be watching movies, so all is well.
In honor of today:
Beautiful Day
U2
The heart is a bloom,
Shoots up through the stony ground.
There’s no room,
No space to rent in this town.
You’re out of luck,
And the reason that you had to care.
The traffic is stuck,
And you're not moving anywhere.
You thought you'd found a friend,
To take you out of this place.
Someone you could lend a hand in return for grace.
It's a beautiful day. (Day . . .)
The sky falls, and you feel like,
It's a beautiful day. (Day . . .)
Don't let it get away
You're on the road,
But you've got no destination
You’re in the mud,
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town,
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over, and it's been all over you
It's a beautiful day (day . . .)
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day. (Day . . .)
hoo . . hoo . . . hoo
Touch me
Take me to that other place,
Teach me . . . oh,
I know I'm not a hopeless case.
See the world in green and blue,
see China right in front of you,
see the canyons broken by cloud,
see the tuna fleets clearing the sea out,
see the Bedouin fires at night,
see the oil fields at first light,
and see the bird with a leaf in her mouth,
After the flood all the colours came out.
(Day . . .)
It was a beautiful day (day . . .)
Don't let it get away,
Beautiful day (day . . .)
Touch me,
Take me to that other place.
Reach me,
I know I'm not a hopeless case.
What you don't have,
you don't need it now,
What you don't know,
you can feel it somehow,
What you don't have,
you don't need it now,
don't need it now . . .
[It] was a beautiful day...
And...*whispers* I'm actually feeling okay about them....I mean, I think I got the major points across well enough. Now, I just have to pack. But I'm not leaving until Sunday, so I've got lots of time, which is really kinda nice. I'll start on Friday, I think. Or at least, Thursday night.
Tomorrow, I'm treating myself to work for 6 hours. A special treat for finishing finals. Just for me. But, I'll just be watching movies, so all is well.
In honor of today:
Beautiful Day
U2
The heart is a bloom,
Shoots up through the stony ground.
There’s no room,
No space to rent in this town.
You’re out of luck,
And the reason that you had to care.
The traffic is stuck,
And you're not moving anywhere.
You thought you'd found a friend,
To take you out of this place.
Someone you could lend a hand in return for grace.
It's a beautiful day. (Day . . .)
The sky falls, and you feel like,
It's a beautiful day. (Day . . .)
Don't let it get away
You're on the road,
But you've got no destination
You’re in the mud,
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town,
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over, and it's been all over you
It's a beautiful day (day . . .)
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day. (Day . . .)
hoo . . hoo . . . hoo
Touch me
Take me to that other place,
Teach me . . . oh,
I know I'm not a hopeless case.
See the world in green and blue,
see China right in front of you,
see the canyons broken by cloud,
see the tuna fleets clearing the sea out,
see the Bedouin fires at night,
see the oil fields at first light,
and see the bird with a leaf in her mouth,
After the flood all the colours came out.
(Day . . .)
It was a beautiful day (day . . .)
Don't let it get away,
Beautiful day (day . . .)
Touch me,
Take me to that other place.
Reach me,
I know I'm not a hopeless case.
What you don't have,
you don't need it now,
What you don't know,
you can feel it somehow,
What you don't have,
you don't need it now,
don't need it now . . .
[It] was a beautiful day...
06 May 2006
Late Night/Early Morning Ramble
I’d like to admit, here and now, that I am a bit of a prude.
I’m at work right now, sitting at the front desk of Letts Hall watching people come in and out. Mostly in right now, and about seven times out of ten, they’ve been drinking. I just don’t see the point. How is this fun? I can get clubbing, I guess, dancing can be fun… but drinking? Just doesn’t seem necessary. Perhaps it’s part of the stereotypical college experience, but why be a stereotype? Why fall into that trap? I guess you get a buzz or something…but I don’t see how that is worth it in the long run. There are so many other things that can touch your soul and give you that bit of euphoria. Cultural things, music, plays, movies, books.
Yes, I’m tired and have a headache but I still believe all this. Maybe I’m too self-conscious about giving up even a little control to be a stereotype. But why is that bad? Call me boring…I say my liver will hold up longer and I’ll be happier with myself in the long run.
I’m at work right now, sitting at the front desk of Letts Hall watching people come in and out. Mostly in right now, and about seven times out of ten, they’ve been drinking. I just don’t see the point. How is this fun? I can get clubbing, I guess, dancing can be fun… but drinking? Just doesn’t seem necessary. Perhaps it’s part of the stereotypical college experience, but why be a stereotype? Why fall into that trap? I guess you get a buzz or something…but I don’t see how that is worth it in the long run. There are so many other things that can touch your soul and give you that bit of euphoria. Cultural things, music, plays, movies, books.
Yes, I’m tired and have a headache but I still believe all this. Maybe I’m too self-conscious about giving up even a little control to be a stereotype. But why is that bad? Call me boring…I say my liver will hold up longer and I’ll be happier with myself in the long run.
05 May 2006
Smoke On The Water
Deep Purple
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running on
It seemed that we would lose the race
We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones
thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we'll never forget.
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
Deep Purple
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running on
It seemed that we would lose the race
We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones
thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we'll never forget.
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
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