Contrary to the evidence, I am not a huge fan of taking medicine in any shape, form, or method (but most especially if that method includes a needle). However, sometimes the symptoms reach a point where you are past hoping you will die and rather hope that death really won't be So Painful once you finally do. Now, I am not a stranger to pain in the least bit. The two of us have known each other for a couple o' decades now and, while we don't get along very well, I, at least, have learned to cope (as Cary Grant once said, "Insanity runs in my family... it practically gallops!" Only in this case it's disabling pain and minor to severe health issues). Migraines and I, in particular, know each other very well (consider yourself blessed if you've never met or have only come across each other once or twice). Having had them since the age of three (and maybe even earlier, but that's as far back as I remember), I've gone through many a test and doctor trying to figure out what causes them (I think at one point, before Santa Horhe got so big, I had seen every doctor and specialist in town), but it must just be some freak anomaly or genetics kicking in (I really wish either way that they'd stop). Even I, though, can only take So Much before I run off to the InstaCare, and today was ENOUGH.

So here I am, typing not-so-merrily away, thinking about what life must be like without a head (and, on occasion, a body). Not to mention that I'm wondering how long it will take for the narcotics to jump in.

Oh, and PS, I'm now taking applications for the position of Best Friend. Post for more details.

There is a new link on my side bar! (Or you can just click here. There are plenty of options available to you in this post.)

Some aspects are not ideal, but whoever made up the dang template didn't include any code for leaving comments, so I had to add that in myself. Thoughts and so forth that you have on the matter are appreciated at this point. It's all a work in progress still.


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But it works.

Just ask me.

I think I've lost another five pounds! Give or take a pound. All I know is that my watch is too big on its regular setting.

Isn't it interesting how an individual can be doing really well then BAM! They get hit with this wave of... SOMETHING and fall back into the ditch where it's muddy and gross and only 3 feet away from an even deeper ditch.

But I must be doing ok because no one's said anything and usually they do. It's most frustrating, though. Just as soon as my nails get to a nice length, I have to cut them.

In all honesty, though, I have no idea where all these bruises on my elbow are coming from. I think one of my veins collapsed again, though. That might have something to do with it.

Labels: food

Theric's svithe this week included a conversation with death which naturally led me to think about death (not so unusual) and, in turn, Heaven and Hell, which pointed on to one of the most thought provoking books I have read this year: "The Great Divorce" by C.S. Lewis. And because he is the most quoted non-LDS individual by the Apostles and so forth, I have no qualms about quoting him myself. (In fact, most of what I write this week will be direct quotes from the book mentioned above. Credit me not.)

I know of select few individuals who have absolutely no experience with Lewis but quite a few who have never read "The Great Divorce." (It comes highly recommended to you by me.) The narrator finds himself in a dream one day boarding a bus on its way to Heaven. There is a strong comparison between Hell and his destination throughout. He goes through with an individual who is a Spirit (while he a ghost) and listens in on different conversations between Spirits and Ghosts. Some end happily, some don't. In this instance that I desire to quote to you, the Teacher and the Man have just come from a conversation where a woman expressed her desire to see her son NOW and would even have taken him back to Hell with her. She could not understand that it was not true everlasting love which she felt for her son.

I saw coming towards us a Ghost who carried something on his shoulder. Like all the Ghosts, he was unsubstantial, but they differed from one another as smokes differ. Some had been whitish; this one was dark and oily. What sat on his shoulder was a little red lizard, and it was twitching its tail like a whip and whispering things in his ear. As we caught sight of him he turned his head to the reptile with a snarl of impatience. 'Shut up, I tell you!' he said. It wagged its tail and continued to whisper to him. He ceased snarling, and presently began to smile. Then he turned and started to limp westward, away from the mountains.

'Off so soon?' said a voice.

The speaker was more or less human in shape but larger than a man, and so bright that I could hardly look at him. His presence smote on my eyes and on my body too (for there was heat coming from him as well as light) like the morning sun at the beginning of a tyrannous summer day.

'Yes. I'm off,' said the Ghost. 'Thanks for all your hospitality. But it's no good, you see. I told this little chap' (here he indicated the Lizard) 'that he'd have to be quiet if he came- which he insisted on doing. Of course his stuff won't do here: I realise that. But he won't stop. I shall just have to go home.'

'Would you like me to make him quiet?' said the flaming Spirit- an angel, as I now understood.

'Of course I would,' said the Ghost.

'Then I will kill him,' said the Angel, taking a step forward.

'Oh-ah-look out! You're burning me. Keep away,' said the Ghost, retreating.

'Don't you want him killed?"

'You didn't say anything about killing him at first. I hardly meant to bother you with anything so drastic as that.'

'It's the only way,' said the Angel, whose burning hands were now very close to the Lizard. 'Shall I kill it?'

'Well, that's a further question. I'm quite open to consider it, but it's a new point, isn't it? ...there's time to discuss that later.'

'There is no time. May I kill it?'

'...Honestly, I don't think there's the slightest necessity for that. I'm sure I shall be able to keep it in order now. I think the gradual process would be far better than killing it.'

'The gradual process is of no use at all.'

'Don't you think so? Well, I'll think over what you've said very carefully. I honestly will. In fact I'd let you kill it now, but as a matter of fact I'm not feeling frightfully well to-day. It would be most silly to do it now. I'd need to be in good health for the operation. Some other day, perhaps.'

'There is no other day. All days are present now.'

'Get back! You're burning me. How can I tell you to kill it? You'd kill me if you did.'

'It is not so.'

'Why, you're hurting me now.'

'I never said it wouldn't hurt you. I said it wouldn't kill you.'

...'Why are you torturing me? You are jeering at me. How can I let you tear me into pieces? If you wanted to help me, why didn't you kill the damned thing without asking me-before I knew? It would be all over byu now if you had.'

'I cannot kill it against your will. It is impossible. Have I your permission?'

The Angel's hands were almost closed on the Lizard, but not quite. Then the Lizard began chattering to the Ghost so loud that even I could hear what it was saying.

'Be careful,' it said.' He can do what he says. He can kill me. One fatal word from you and he will! Then you'll be without me for ever and ever. It's not natural. How oculd you live? You'd be only a sort of ghost, not a real man as you are now. He doesn't understand. he's only a cold, bloodless abstract thing. it may be natural for him, but it isn't for us. Yes, yes. I know htere are no real pleasures now, only dreams. But aren't they better than nothing? And I'll be so good. I admit I've sometimes gone too far in the past, but I promise I own't do it again. I'll give you nothing but really nice dreams- all sweet and fresh and almost innocent. You might say, quite innocent...'

'Have I your permission?' said the Angel to the Ghost.

'I know it will kill me.'

'It won't. But supposing it did?'

'You're right. It would be better to be dead than to live with this creature.'

'Then I may?'

...Next moment the Ghost gave a scream of agony such as I never heard on Earth. The Burning One closed his crimson grip ont eh reptile: twisted it, while it but and writhed, and then flung it, broken backed, on the turf.'

'Ow! That's done for me,' gasped the Ghost, reeling backwards.

For a moment I oculd make out nothing distictly. Then I saw, between me and the nearest bush, unmistakeably solid but growing every moment solider, the upper arm and the shoulder of a man. Then, brigher still and stronger, the legs and hands. The neck and golden head materialised while I watched, and if my attention had not wavered I should have seen the actual completing of a man... What distracted me was the fact that at the same moment something seemed to be happening to the Lizard. At first I thought hte operation had faild. So far from dying, the creature was still struggling and even growing bigger as it struggled. And as it grew it changed. Its hinder parts grew rounder. The tail, still flickering, became a tail of hair that flickered between huge and glossy buttocks. Suddenly I started back, rubbing my eyes. What stood before me was the greatest stallion I have ever seen, silvery white but with a mail and tail of gold. It was smooth and shining, rippled with swells of flesh and muscle, whinneying and stamping with its hoofs. At each stamp the land shook and the trees dindled.

...'Do you understand all this, my Son?' said the Teacher.

'I don't know about all, Sir,' said I. 'Am I right in thinking the Lizard really turned into a Horse?'

'Aye. But it was killed first. Ye'll not forget that part of that part of the story?'

Lewis, C.S. The Great Divorce. New York: HarperSanFrancisco, 2001. pgs 107-114

As said by Mary Ellen Edmunds, "'Be ye therefore perfect' is a long process, not abracadabra."

Labels: Religion, Svithe

This evening I was informed that, with the high metabolism I have, I could become a model!

Yes, alright. I have got a high metabolism, but that's not the half of it. Unfortunately, old habits die hard and this one refused to die entirely. I rather do not enjoy having two roommates who both think they are fat.

Thank goodness for being able to move out in another 155 days (or so). Someday I will find a place that I enjoy dwelling at. Until then... well. I'll put up with it.

Tomorrow we have Ward Conference. I hope to remember to bring my notebook so I can take notes, but being that church starts at 8:30, who knows! Plus it is supposed to snow. Again. Which, considering the wind, is believable.

And now it is almost midnight, my bed calls to me, and I require sleep.

Until tomorrow.

Orem Man Arrested After Cursing The Sunrise
(Orem, UT) -- Orem police
got a call from a man upset with his renter. Officers report that the caller had
rented his backyard shed as a living space to a 23-year-old man who was standing
outside the shed cursing the sunrise. When officers arrived to see what he was
up to, he was also upset with the government, his life and his living
conditions. Unfortunately for him, they also found out that there was a warrant
out for his arrest. The man who made the call was not ticketed but was warned
that it is illegal to rent a shed as a place to live.

How is one to understand the recieving of a somewhat pricy gift from a member of the opposite sex that is not one's boyfriend/girlfriend and that is only recently being had anything to do with again? (Sort through that question if you can; I almost get confused by it.)

Because I sure as heck don't know what to think by it, and it's just a lingering threat right now.

Sorry for the short blogs. I'll write a real one up sometime soon.

Week two of my moap:

Allowed Items purchased-
Milk
Bread
Cottage Cheese
Potato Chips

Items not allowed that were purchased anyway:
ZERO!!
(but we really, really want to go to this.)

I'm going paste warning signs all over my door. Things like: "No trespassing. Violators will be flogged (or shot),decapitated, and eaten."
"Do not tip-toe through the tulips."
"Obey the rules. If you don't know the rules, obey them anyway (because I don't either, until they're broken)."
"Let the wild things be."
"Violation of rules results in banning"
"No bribing allowed"

"Peace offerings required to gain re-entry."

Yeah, that pretty much describes it.

(P.S. Thanks again, Th. for the coding help!)

Ew. Sickos.


Th. does a svithe pretty much every week and I've been thinking for a couple of weeks now that I, too, might start svithing. Granted, this is an hour late of Sunday, but I slept most of Sunday and have just reawakened to grab a bite to eat so my blood sugar won't be so low in the morning that I feel sick. But I'm divagating in with this.

As amazing as this is, I had some thought during Relief Society today (the only part of Church not dedicated to lessons of Marriage):

1. You cannot memorize your life. People often will prepare for talks and lessons by memorizing what is to be said. Often times we go through life planning exactly what will happen down to the last detail and memorizing it, only to be dissapointed and bitter when things don't turn out as we had planned. Just as missionaries now teach by the Spirit, so must we live by the Spirit, taking each day as it comes, still making goals, but allowing for the Lord's will to be done, not ours.
2. We become perfect in love. This probably mean something different to every individual, but I'd like to connect a scripture (or two) to the thought.

   There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.

   
   

   For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of sound mind.

   
   I am a perfectionist. There is no getting around that. I've had OCD all my life and can't stand not being perfect. Not only this, but I have often found myself fearing my imperfections. This is only surface material, though. The truth of the matter is that I'm afraid to love. I'm afraid to get hurt and I'm afraid to let people anywhere near me. Dingbat told me upon one occasion that I am unapproachable. At first I was upset that he would even say such a thing, but then the thought came into my mind, "Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it?" (I've learned to be careful what I wish for, as I'm sure I've said before. I always get what I want in the end, and usually I don't want it after all. I call it "learning the hard way.")
   
   Also on this matter, I have recently found myself in the position of needing to do something that I do not want to do. I'm scared to death to go forth and conquer; I'm scared to death of what the future holds for me, good or bad. Slowly, though, I am coming to learn:
3. The way is always provided. Sometimes you can recieve an answer before hand and still have to have your heart broken first. But(!) He will never leave us alone when he gives us our answer. He will carry us through the rocky terrain when we lose our shoes and our feet are bloody and sore, He will be there to hold our hand when we are so afraid that we don't think we can go on, and, in the end, we will make it so long as we keep in mind "Thy will be done, O Lord."
4. We should always love. We should never be too afraid to love. Fear and love are opposites. Hate can often be a step towards love, but fear is a large leap away from it.

Sometimes, I think I'm a little slow. I am learning, though. At least, my Spirit is. Now I just need to have faith, hope, and convince my brain that I can do it!

"As I have been lifted up by men even so should men be lifted up by the Father" (3 Nephi 27:14). Our hardest trials will bring us Glory, Eternal Life, and Salvation. We do not have to carry them on our own for "[Christ's] yoke is easy, and [his] burden is light."

P.S. These are not all my own thoughts, so don't go giving credit where credit isn't due.

Labels: Svithe

Anybody who has been in a BYU Single's ward knows what the most commonly taught message is on a Sunday: GET ON WITH IT AND GET MARRIED! Today, of course, was no different, except that the Sunday School Teacher and the speakers tried to make fun of the fact that everyone talks about marriage and were sort of denying that is what they were speaking about. It made for an interesting 8:30 time block that was just entertaining enough to keep me awake (I say "just" because I did almsot fall asleep. This is why I don't have class until 9).

Thinking about marriage inevitably led to the Impressive Clergy Man in The Princess Bride so, naturally, I now have the desire to watch it, but I think I'll wait until tomorrow because I am still quite tired and I don't know how Sunday appropriate it is.

P.S. Did you see that snow this morning? Ugh! I thought it was disgusting. It shouldn't be "begining to look a lot like Christmas" for another eight months as far as I'm concerned, and never in mid-March should I have to deal with such snow storms. And, P.S. again, the weather man says it will snow at least once more this week. I pray he is wrong. I am so ready for spring to be here!

In 159 days I will be moving back "home." Not that I'm counting or anything. My landlord came by yesterday without warning to have me sign a contract. He was even willing to do just FW, but I told him "no" because I'm tired of him rushing me to make decisions and he really had no right to put me on the spot like that. Besides, I am homesick and I already told my past/future manager I'm coming back FOR SURE. Come April I will have a contract signed, sealed, and delivered.

Just Breathe

It's back. That evil demonic pain. The one the doctors and radiologists and all them people at the hospital couldn't quite be sure on nor exactly diagnose. Except it's not yet that bad.

(I tried telling you earlier, but was unable to.)

I have spent the past 5 hours contemplating whether or not to get a Lortab out from under my sink, but I really hate what it does to me. Besides, I'm tired enough I think I might actually manage to sleep tonight.

Month of Poverty: 1st report

While it is true that the first week is not yet over, I have done rather well, considering. True, day one I was weak. Tuesday I there was no opportunity to be weak, and Wednesday I just stayed home all day. This day was much the same as Tuesday, only my gas light came on when I was leaving TLE, so I'll be buying gas tomorrow. Or Saturday. Depending on how many errands I need to run. No Walmart or Target, though. I've got a check and a small amount of change to deposit into the bank. Hopefully Oksana will pay me soon for the past two utility bills. She owes me over $50!

What do you get when Sour Cream goes... Sour?

When Oksana got home this evening I could hear her rummaging around in the fridge.
"Hello? Are you there?" She called down the hall.
"Yeah," I called back.
"Do you know where my sour cream is?"
Almost I started snickering. You see, I discovered it late last night on the kitchen table, very warm and very smell. "Ermm... We threw it out," I said as quietly as I could while still allowing her to hear me. "You left it on the table and by the time anyone noticed it stunk."

She has a habit of doing this. Only last time it was her milk. Sitting on the counter in plain view. And the time before that? In the cupboard with the glasses. At least she doesn't blame it on me. I half expect her to just because she is so much like an individual whom I am very closely related to.

10 Things I learned in the past 48 hours

1. Bill and Ted were around during Paul's time spent in Rome
2. The way I sew on buttons isn't supposed to work, even though it does. For me.
3. I look like a librarian when I wear my glasses.
4. I'm funny (even though I only know six jokes at best)
5. Be careful what you wish for. It's sure to come true, especially when it's something that you don't really want once you have it.
6. I can play six hymns out of the un-simplified hymn book
7. Brocade has to be dry cleaned or hand washed. How annoying!
8. N loves G, but won't admit it. G likes N, possibly more than N or R or anyone else thinks.
9. Nicole really can cook!
10. I'm never getting married. At least not anytime within the next 10 years (or more). Yes, there is an explanation.

Oh, and P.S., I'm getting paid $30+ to make a small clay figurine for my sister. They usually only sell for $20 at SkyWest, so this is a rare and most pleasing occasion. If I got enough orders in and was offered enough money for them, I wouldn't even have to get a job this summer!


Suddenly Brick Oven sounds REALLY good. Pizza... mmmmm. Pineapple, hold the sauce. Extra Cheese, please!

Or P.F. Chang's. I'd not say 'no' to that.

Heck, right now, I'd even settle for Arby's chicken strips and an order of cheese sticks.

It always happens like this. Just as soon as I tell myself, "No, you can't eat that because you can't afford it and you have plenty of food in the pantry," I get hungry and my mouth waters for that which I have been banned from. So instead of settling, I just don't eat. Go figure.

I guess I just need to know someone that likes to take people to dinner a lot. Then I might actually start gaining weight instead of losing it! Wouldn't that be the miracle of the year.

And, P.S., my chest is starting to hurt again. Like the begining signs of pain that I got in January. Nervous? Heck yes. Worried? A bit. Going to go see the good doc? No way! I'll wait it out as long as I can. Here's to hoping it's just a cold. If worse comes to worse, I've still got half a bottle of Lortab under my bathroom sink. That could make for some interesting blogging.

Labels: food

I'm so tired. It needs to all be over. School, stress, realtionships, snow, all of it. Winter Blues: got some?

I remember once last year I was shocked to discover how empty my eyes look after shedding a few hours of tears. They looked so empty and dark that I expected them to be black holes with no bottom (of course, my eyes are naturally very dark, but that's not the point).

I have since gotten over that shock, though the fact still remains true.

Today I noticed how healthy and rosey my cheeks look after snuffling for an hour and crying about IT to my mother over the phone. (Someday I may write about IT, but not today. Maybe tomorrow.)

If this (see IT) were a subject I could make light of right now, I so totally would. Instead I leave you with a picture of my cat, the one creature that can have "bottomless pit-like" eyes almsot 24 hours a day that I have thus far encountered in my life.




Ok, so I'm looking for "Pyeon ji" (aka "The Letter"), a Korean film made in 1997 that got some award or something..... I don't know. BUT the point is that I want it in my own collection of DVDs. I saw it in the International Cinema last fall and fell in love with it and have been trying to find a way to purchase it every since. If anyone can manage to find a copy on DVD, please, tell. I'd even buy it from you (after my month of poverty, of course). Any and all help is appreciated.

After perusing through Lady Steed's blog this evening, I found myself somewhat inspired by her Month of Abject Poverty and have decided to try it for myself. Wish me luck. I tend to make purchases on impulse far too often for my own good. Just take a look at the bag I brought home from Target last Friday (in my defense, they had this cool picnic blanket tote on sale as well as this CD that I absolutely love.)

Items allowed:
Bread
Milk
Peanut butter
Tuna Fish
Juice
Snack item on TTH from the vending machine's in the dungeon
Crackers
Water
Gasoline
1 type of chips every 2 weeks

I have enough mac and cheese and top romon to last me the rest of the semester probably.

Banned items:
Everything else, especially CDs, DVDs, books, chocolate bunnies, orchids, shoes, clothes (unless it's purchased with my gift card) and outside entertainment.

P.S. I am allowed to use my plethora of quarters to wash my car should it need a bath.

Every week if not every day that I post I will try to make an update. If I fail, then I'm in big trouble. The Easter Bunny keeps telling me to stop buying things, and so does the Birthday... umm... Person... Thing.


On another note, I'm addicted to Minesweeper.


It's like the adage says, "Home is where the heart is." Well, my heart's not here and this is no home of mine. I want to go home, back to 84601. Here has never really been home, it's just where I live. I think come August I will move back home. Landlord here will probably have a fit, but that's his problem. I need to be home again. Besides, I hear the ward there is great, too. I'll have to see if Sewing-friend is staying in that ward.

Ugh. I feel sick. Either my dinner is not agreeing, I should have eaten earlier, or I ate too much.

Dwelling Place used to have a sign in the entryway. Wednesday it was noted that DP's sign had broken in half and fallen down. By Friday the sign was completely not there. We are no longer Dwelling Place here. We are nothing. It's almost sad.

I have a test Tuesday. I hope I perform well.

I am OK, really. Things are a little rocky, but I'm keeping myself stable. I'm just worried that something might push me over the edge back to where I was just a few months ago. And the thing is, I'm going to have to face some confrontation pretty quick here. Pray for me, even though the majority of you don't know me. I'd appreciate it.

Four Jobs I've Had
1. Nanny
2. Elementary Teacher's Aide
3. Private Tutor
4. Full Time Student! (Yes, I'm pathetic...my parents give me money for that)

Four Movies I can watch over and over
1. Pirates of the Carribean (there's even going to be a third one!)
2. Arsenic and Old Lace
3. Finding Neverland
4. Corpse Bride

Four Places I've Lived
1. 84770
2. 84 790
3. 84601
4. 84604

Four TV Shows I Love
1. I Love Lucy
2. The Munsters
3. I Dream of Jeanie
4. Monk

Four highly regarded and recommended TV shows that I've never watched a single minute of
1. Survivor
2. The O.C.
3. Family Guy
4. The Simpsons

Four Places I've Vacationed
1. South-western NY
2. Florida
3. California
4. Hawaii

Four of my favorite dishes
1. P.F. Chang's Sweet and Sour Chicken
2. P.F. Chang's Chicken Lo Mein
3. Cornflake Chicken
4. Homemade cheesy beef enchiladas

Four sites I visit daily
1. BYU
2. DeviantArt
3. Hotmail
4. Google (I'm always searching for answers)

Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now
1. Home
2. Hawaii
3. Disney Land
4. Sea World

Four Bloggers I am tagging
1. Anyone who feels like it
2. Only, tell me if you do.
3. Please.
4.



I swear, Student Employment's newest goal must be to keep me from finding a decent job that will fit my available hours. Gah!

Alms, alms, alms for the poor?

Which reminds me, I still want to find Disney's Robin Hood on DVD. I saw it once at Walmart, but haven't been able to find it since.

Yeah, so Santa Horhe got snow yesterday! Hahahaha. And we had sunny weather! They do need the snow more than the northern country, though. Droughts are awful down there, especially since no one really knows how to conserve water. Serially, just look at all the swimming pools!

Lunch time. I've got a menu for P.F. Chang's carry out... anyone want to pay for it?


More snow.

I want spring, dang it!


This strange feeling deep inside my soul... what is it? It resembles that which occured when I was really sick this past January except I can breathe and it doesn't really hurt physically.

On the off chance that someone can answer: Does anybody know where Toshiko's moved to? They were in Crossroads and then they moved to Main Street next to See's Candies, but I know they moved again. Someone told me they were on River Road? But then I've also heard that they're in West Valley now... So if you know, do tell. I need more imports! Ok, not need, but want.

Just finished writing a 16 page paper. Oi, was that fun....

P.S. I want to buy Disney's Robin Hood on DVD. P.J. Hahahahah.

Nicole saw her first Polygamist this weekend. It was rather disappointing, though, because there were only two of them in the whole store! Generally when I go to that Walmart I see about 10, but I hear that they've built a seven foot high wall around their community and that they don't get out much anymore. Sad day.

The mountains were beautiful, as always. I'd almost forgotten how lovely Snow Canyon really is. We went to the sand dunes and played around for about an hour (it was getting dark) then took State 18 towards Winchester Hills (I used to have a friend that lived there) so that I could show Nicole a volcano. Next time we go down we plan to have a picnic at the sand dunes, go hiking, and find more volcanoes. We might go to Zions as well, but it all really depends on when we can both head south again, gas prices, and the weather. Temperatures can be a killer, literally.

That Boy talked to me again last night for about five minutes. I get confused by him.

Target has these CD's by Lifescapes featuring 100% Nature Sounds. I highly recommend them. Currently I am listening to the Waterfalls track, but they have got a ton of them! The rain and thunder one is pretty good, too.

I have a paper due on Thursday that I haven't really put much effort into yet. I should probably get working on that.

And I still really need to find employment. Spring is not so far away anymore. I would just really like to know whether or not my landlord is going to come to a compromise with me so that I know where I will be living before I find a job. He should be coming sometime today, I guess, to look at our water heater, so maybe he will say something then if I am home.

Just Piano to go to today. I guess I had better get ready.

Remind me when I get back to Cougar Town to tell you all about my weekend.

Target has some more orchids. I want one. Even if I do have three already, I still want one. I'd like to sorround myself by beautiful, tropical orchids. Too bad they cost $15.oo and too bad I don't have any spending money (dood. I have to eat).


I was reading an article by Bruce C. Hafen for Student Development tomorrow and came across a quote I really like which he took from Glibert K. Chesterton. It says, "Some stupid people started the idea that because women obviously back up their own people through everything, therefore women are blind and do not see anything. They can hardly have known any women. The same women who are ready to defend their men through thick and thin... are almost mornidly lucid about the thinness of his excuses or the thickness of his head.... Love is not blind; that is the last thing that it is. Love is bound; and the more it is bound the less it is blind" (emphasis added).

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