I'm a minimalist when it comes to encouragement.
I just like to read, and I like to talk to other people who read. So I'll read the book and tell you about it, you read the book, and we'll talk.
If any of you are still visiting here, hoping for an update in my life, you shan't find it here. I have moved locations, and will probably be soon locking this place down, at least for the next couple months. Visit me at http://irishtravel.blogspot.com to find out what I'm up to whilst in Ireland.
Okay, not really. But my credit card isn't dead, as previously thought. So, if I want to eat, I can. Parents'll be up on Saturday to bring up my desk and dresser and take home my clothes and some of my room decorations. Need to bag up all my hangers, throw away or file a bunch of papers and random trash...write out a schedule for cleaning and packing for next week. And I see that my previous post didn't, um, post, but it wasn't anything big. I banged my foot up and I thought it was falling off. It didn't. It's still attached. Mike put me to work on his I-Core case today (those business kids are hardcore...I know we all give 'em hell for doing nothing, but holy hell. They bust their asses for this) because I know things about Magical Realism. So hopefully I gave them the help they need. I can do some more research if need be, and maybe buy some books, under the guise of assisting in research of course :)
Pressing question: Who was the mother of Bowser's children? I maintain that there must be a Mrs. Bowser somewhere. I just don't buy that he crossbred with a KoopaTroopa. The kids look too much like him. But where is she?
Just another quick before bedtime post to say that I'm feeling good about life. Sure, my apartment is still something of a mess...but I made some headway tonight. Sure, maybe I'm just an undergraduate English major who writes for fun...but my poem I'm working on write now is damn good, and will, in my opinion, be ready for publication before too terribly long. Sure, it's gonna be a long, scary three months without my friends and family next semester...but I'm getting a chance to live my dream. And I'll be home soon enough, and ready to put things in my life in their proper place. There's a life waiting to explode, and it's mine, all mine. No one can take that from me. Goodnight all.
Should I pack and take hangers with me to Ireland? How about towels and bed sheets? Pillow? My apartment is furnished, but I'm not sure how furnished it is. Or should I just buy those things once I'm there. (Sheets and towels would be okay, but if I'm having to bust out for a blanket and a pillow...those sorts of things could add up!) I'm not taking too many plug in things...can't have my cell phone there, I'll be getting a new one...video camera and digital camera are about the only thing with plugs I'm taking. I'll buy a hair dryer there. I'll donate all of this stuff to a Goodwill type charity organization when I'm done. I think the big one there is St. Vincent de Paul. But hangers. That's my big question.
So probably no one will read this. Because it's been way too long for anyone to still be checking. But just in case, I'll go ahead and do some updating. Matt's all moved out of the apt, so I'm here alone, and I'll be working a lot this week, trying to get laundry all done and knickknacks all packed up and sent home. Getting all ready for Ireland, or at least trying to. It's like I have so much packing to do for that, that I can't even get my mind wrapped around everything I need to do. Spent the last week in Florida with the fam, got a tan, had a blast. Got attacked by sand dollars, which was a little ridiculous, but it happens. With the help of Adi's goggles, saw the tiniest hermit crab EVER. Seriously, not even as long as a pinky fingernail. In a tiny shell. He was great. Played lots and lots of Frisbee, since Jill and I are planning on going pro sometime soon. Um, what else, what else...SAW THE DEVIL'S REJECTS AND IT IS FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!!!! Personally, I don't feel it's as good as the first one, but still, definitely a very very good movie. Made me a little sad for Otis. That's all I'm gonna say about that. And. I'm not going to even discuss the new Harry Potter book here, because blogger doesn't offer a cut option, and I don't want to spoil for anyone. Grady and Tracy, my editors at IR, have both asked me numerous times who dies in the book, and I just can't bring myself to tell them. If they really wanna know they'll read it online. Today, hung out with Austin for a while, watched and made fun of Star Trek, then subjected him to Little House on the Prarie, Dr. Phil, and Oprah. I think he was glad to see me go. And then to Target with Jill and Steph, to buy presents for Pam. And then to the rest of the mall. We played with a Papillion at the pet store, and it's the best dog ever. He was tiny and his little legs were too short for his body, so he couldn't really run, he just kind of hopped and tripped and slid on the floor. We almost stuffed him in my purse to steal him, but decided that would be mean. So we gave him back to the pet store lady. Ate supper twice, and then played with Mike for a little while after he finished up his school stuff for the day. Also, did some major work on a poem, which I think is going to be the lead poem in a chapbook I want to start work on. I've decided that I need to have a project to work on whilst in Ireland, or I might just forget to write. I also need to put together a portfolio for while I'm gone, and look at getting a prep class for GREs. God, I feel like I ought to have so much time left before I need to start looking into this, but truth is, I need to get everything together soonish. Okay. Bedtime for me. Up early to cancel the cable and pay my credit card bill (eep!) and go to campus for fun times at IR. Love you!
There is something about me that is highly susceptible to fanatacism and obsession. I have no idea why I seem to lend myself to this, but it seems like as soon as I become interested in something, I go full-force into it. Which is quite difficult, as I tend to that with EVERYTHING. I stretch myself a little thin, eh? And, in easing out of something, it's the same way. I'm an all or nothing kinda girl. Right now it's 24, Wheel of Time, and I'm gearing up for a new phase of my HP love. The book's gonna be out in one month and 18 days, and I fully intend to be at B & N to own it at midnight. Oh yeah, baby. Of course Ireland is consistently on the obsession list. And I assume that'll hit me even a little deeper as my trip nears. Wicked has become something of a culty thing in my family. We all memorized the entire musical in a week. :) I love my family so much; how common is it for every single member of a family to share such a deep devotion to something as odd as musical theatre? Adi and I counted whilst I was home; we think that, as a family, we could sing 14 or 15 musicals. (This is turning into a mushy family post...deal or stop reading) I'm very lucky to have the siblings I do...it doesn't matter if I'm with my 21 year old brother or my 13 year old sister, I have the same amount of fun. Lots. We get along very well, and maybe that's because of a certain amount of maturity on Adi's part, or immaturity on the part of my brother and myself :) I'm not saying either way. And my parents are pretty cool...case in point: my mom and dad sat outside with my friends and played Kings this weekend...without me. Mom and Daddy can play with my friends all on their own, and nobody thinks it's weird. My roommate calls my parents Mom and Dad. My dad has inside jokes with my girlfriends. They don't freak out when there are naked people running around the neighborhood or hay bales in the yard or 900 people sleeping in the living room when they get up. So. A salute to my family! Love you guys!
Kiefer!!! WARNING: IF FOR SOME REASON YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE SEASON FINALE OF 24 AND WISH TO WATCH IT WITHOUT SPOILERS, DO NOT READ ON. The rest of you may continue on.
Ahh...I've never really been into a show like I was with 24. It was a show that demanded outside thought and speculation, and I'm so freakin' glad they decided to have a couple more seasons of the show, at least. I don't really expect the show to run much longer than the 2 seasons it has been renewed for, because...how much can you do with a show like this? Clearly, a lot of really cool shit, and I'll certainly never get tired of watching it, but I can see how the writers might want to stop after a while, or how Kiefer would want to move on to bigger things. Even though he's ridiculously fantastic as Jack. The final body count for the show was up around 300 I think, and Marwan's death was a little too...sudden, I suppose, for me. I wanted something better for him; he was such a good bad guy. And I'll admit, I got a little panicky and a little teary eyed when it looked like Jack was dead. I knew that it had to be a ploy, and that Tony had to be in on it, but I still freaked out. I didn't like seeing Kiefer like that...still, next season should be fun. Jack Bauer is no more; he's dead to the world and chilling in Mexico. I hope he has a couple days to just relax on the beach and not worry about everything. Here's to you, sir, the finest agent I've ever known. *raises glass*
Sorry for the prolonged absence. I've been busy, but with nothing important enough to update about. I guess the biggest thing in my life right now is that my internship is up and going places, and I'm having a blast with it. The title is from Will, our fiction reader, after Grady gave me a big list of people and told me to find out what I could about them. So. I felt way CTU yesterday, skulking around on the internet, trying to find contact information...if only Michelle would up my security clearance, I'm sure I'd be able to do my job better. I used to be a 6!!! (Obscure 24 reference) Um, let's see. I'm going next week with Austin and Matthew to see Star Wars. At midnight. Because I'm cool like that. And, possibly, the weekend following, going up to DePauw for Matthew's graduation and fun times with the Fellowship. If I don't have a job yet. Which is looking like a sad but real possibility. I've been home for various things the past couple weekends...and am going home again this weekend, because I wasn't able to make it home but for Sunday on Mother's Day weekend. So Mom was sad. And it's super party weekend at the Palmer's, so. Why not? Graduation party Friday, Seussical cast part Saturday, graduation party Sunday. Yay for drinking all weekend! Well. Maybe not Saturday. I'd feel weird drinking in front of Mom's high school kids. My car got worked on the weekend before last, and it doesn't make that terrible grinding noise any more when I turn the wheel. But, as a side effect of whatever they did to it, it smokes. Pale grey smoke out the front of it all the time. *sighs* Ah well. Daddy said that was normal, so. I'm not worried. Played with Jill and Tone and Pam and Stephen last night at BW3. Fun fun times. Even though our waitress was terrible. And we didn't tip her. We won the trivia game! Okay, so we were one of two groups playing. But we still won. :) And we came in third when there were a lot of people playing. So. We were good. Seriously. Oh. Also, I'm working out with Mike this summer. Which is fun stuff. He said he's gonna sit down with me at some point and get some exercises lined up for me, so I know precisely what I'm doing. I'm doing a little right now. But nothing real serious. Just playing around. And we play basketball everyday. And I'm really terrible, but sometimes I win at horse. Only 'cause he goes easy on me. What a guy. But. Time for me to get ready for work and southern travel. Kisses!
