The Myth & The Majesty

Well, here it is. My last full day at home till ... I don't know when. October sometime, probably. That's depressing. Well, sort of. It's good, too, since I'm headed back to school, but at the same time ... Oh well. A week from now, I'll feel differently. Ah, the stress. I'm leaving tomorrow, but I still have to send out some letters, pack... Egads. This is what I get for procrastinating, I suppose. Oops. Well, that's all I've got. I'm too tired to type. Talk to you people later. The time for action is past! Now is the time for senseless bickering! -Ashleigh Brilliant

This isn't supposed to be a daily thing, is it? Why am I asking you? Now beginning my second attempt to post something today. Does your computer do that to you? (Once again--why am I asking you?) My previous post spontaneously went blank. Chances are it was my fault, but for the life of me I can't figure out how it happened. Besides, this computer is wacky anyway. Anything's possible. The only suggestions I've gotten thus far for posting material is citrus fruits and "Get Fuzzy." Here are my responses: 1) I like lime better than lemon (especially with sugar). This is a new discovery. Besides that, I like oranges and orange juice, and grapefruit. Beyond that, I have no opinion. 2) Hilarious! Go to the site if you don't believe me. Good stuff. Let's see... Since the last post, work has ended and I attended my last girls' night of the season. Actually, both of those things happened on Friday (how depressing). Work su

Okay, okay, so maybe my sister had something with that. Either way, it works as a title for now. I've been thinking I might have to use this as more of a genuine journal, not so much as the general rants I have. Then again, I have a genuine journal, where I hate to write rants (typing's much easier), so why mess with a working system? Yay for paydays! I'm being told to write about body hair today (and why it's pointless), but, well, that's a little creepy. I can see the pointless part, however. We now wear extra layers to stay warm, and there are those who shave it all off anyway (i.e. swimmers). Well, enough about that; I'm already grossed out. Let's see here ... Today I actually accomplished a couple things. But that's dull. Work was normal (I'm getting annoyed with select individuals, but that's life and I'll deal with it), and there are no major stories. I realize, however, that I've only alluded to the gerbil-squ

My sister keeps saying "wog." Now, those of you who know her won't really question this, but those of you who don't are saying, "What the hell?" I just tried to explain to her why they're called "blogs," that is, short for weblog, and she just asked why they weren't called something else, like "wogs." Now, does that make more sense? No? Then you DO understand my sister. Congratulations. My topics today: crybabies, stupid people, and my biggest pet peeve. Okay, okay. So maybe I shouldn't complain about crybabies, or as some of you might say, "hypersenstive people." But the truth of the matter is, I'm getting annoyed. When I was little, I was a crybaby. In the privacy of my own home. I would have died of humiliation had I cried in public. There's only ONE kid at work who fits into the crybaby category. Case in point? He came crying to us six times in the time I was there. That's only

Well then ... That last entry is a bit disturbing, even to me. Still, I stand by it. EW. My sister says I should talk about piercings and tattoos and why people seem to "need" them to prove their individuality. Actually, it's interesting she brings this up, as I was thinking about it earlier. It's hard to understand the proving individuality idea. Take piercings; first of all, it's not a very unique thing to do anymore. It's a trend, which just makes you fit in more with the "in-crowd." Tattoos offer a little more leeway for the individual, like the design itself. But the truth of the matter is, either way, various forms of body mutilation (don't deny it) are the trend. I feel secure in saying this for the simple fact that I've wanted a tattoo since I was twelve, and as soon as I have the money to spend, I fully intend to get one. Keep in mind that this wasn't "cool" when I decided I liked them (about the time

I have only one thing to say today. The state parks need to set a new rule: NO LOUD SEX!!!

Well, today is going to be a day of blurbs. Obviously the big news today is the Great Northeast Blackout. I know this is no laughing matter, but I can't help but giggle. Why? Because I'm a cold, heartless wench. Just ask Barb. In all seriousness, this is one of those thousands of things I'll refer to when I'm talking to my kids. "Yup, Mom saw that happen, too," I'll say, feeling my age. "And I laughed. But it wasn't really funny. That's just the way I was." Anyway, I suppose something like this was bound to happen. What are the chances the problem will relate to computers eventually? The blackout had to have spread somehow, right? And, let's face it, computers are made to crash and make things difficult for puny humans like us. When they take over the world, they'll laugh, too. Leno was talking about a school in ... Ohio? ... where they set up a detox center right on campus. Hmm. And here I thought Tech

There are very few things in this world that get to me more than the English language. Seems ironic, since it’s also the only language I can speak fluently, but it’s a plain and simple fact. It’s an obnoxious conglomeration of words, governed by wet-cement rules that are changed on a whim. And, on top of this, there is no one person that really does know all the rules in the first place, leaving about one billion people out there speaking incorrectly. Take some of the most common errors. When do you use effect and affect? (Effect is most commonly a noun, while affect is more often a verb.) How about all those homonyms: words that sound the same but mean different things, like steak and stake, there, their, and they’re, or plane and plain. These are the things that haunt elementary students—things that are leading causes of red marks on papers. Have you ever tried to explain a word to an exchange student before? At the beginning of last year, I had this chance, and wow, wh

Well, compared to yesterday anyway. Then again, I'm pretty sure somebody slipped some uppers into my food yesterday. Holy cow. By the way, thanks Barb. Only a few things to discuss today. First of all, why aren't there easy presents for guys? If all else fails, guys can always fall back on jewelry or flowers, especially for things like anniversaries. Girls are stuck. There aren't any real fall-back gifts. Mer. I just read the book "The Giver" for about the fifteenth time. I like it a little more each time, too, which is interesting, since I really liked it the first time. However, it gets a little scarier each time, too. Those of you who have read it probably understand. Those of you who haven't should. Anyway, it's all about a futuristic (very, very futuristic) world, with what they call Sameness. It's exactly what it sounds like; everything is, wouldn't you know, the same. No color to differentiate, no variations to th

I'm not entirely sure why I'm even typing this. If I had something to say, it would definitely help, but right now, I'm just typing. Duh. Anyway, how's it going? Not that many of you are going to tell me, but I thought I'd be conversational. I'm feeling ... flighty. My brain can't focus. Granted, it's 11:20 right about now, but I've been like that all day. And yesterday I was fine. Obsessively focused. Perfect example? I started typing this twenty minutes ago. Anyway, back in the real world ... Work was dull today. We spent three hours at the pool instead of two. I got off an hour and fifteen minutes late. Fine with me, I need the money. I'm talking to Jesse and Barb now. Poor Barb. What a day. Especially yesterday (*giggle*). Get Fuzzy's great too, but it has been for a couple weeks now. Hum dee dum ... Are you still there? Darn. "Sweet cracker sandwich!" Heh heh heh. Hey! Just came up wi

Argh, how depressing. Barb, I'm jealous. You're exactly where I want to be right now; back at school, at home, away from all the things that suck right now. Blah. Dan left. Also depressing. It's hitting me in stages; today was bad, especially when I walked into church and went, "Oh yeah..." Blah. (Dan, if you're reading this now, you better send me an email or something.) Went to Jesse's last night, which wasn't depressing at all ... until I had to leave this afternoon. Blah. Back to work tomorrow. Another six hours with germy little kids. Gotta remember to pack a lunch so I don't starve. Blah. Three more weeks away from people, then back to people ... and 100 degree rooms. Blah. Friends back here behaving like twelve-year-olds. Too bad they're twenty. Blah. Despite all this, things aren't that bad. Trust me, I haven't lost sight of the fact that I'm blessed and I don't have any particularly majo

Ah, stress. Wonderful instigator of strained relationships, nervous breakdowns, lack of sleep, and zits. And a main focus in my life. The strange thing about stress these days is that most of it is caused by things I never imagined dealing with. For instance, right now I'm trying to come up with enough money to last me through the school year. Unfortunately, most of what I earn is pretty muchly already spent on things like my Jeep. Then there are those other things that just build on top, like pregnant friends, bad breakups, ex-boyfriends, weddings, anniversaries, classes that don't quite fit into my schedule, people moving, car problems, gas money, late nights, early mornings, trying to find time (and, during school, quarters) to do laundry each week, tattling little kids, scholarships, loans, lazy people in general, and the ever-impending threat of school, which I'm scrambling to finish getting ready for. Granted, some of this stuff I don't have to deal w