So, I'm wanting to get rid of my Robert Jordan collection. I've read them once and have no intent nor interest to read them again (reasons being -1- the series STILL hasn't ended and -2- I'm just not that interested anymore). So, if you are interested, I will give them to you for a very unreasonable price (in your favor).

I'm only offering them as a set, however if you don't want one of the books, I'll knock it out and just send the rest, but I won't take anything off the price.

If you choose to have me send them by mail, the cost of shipping and handling will be added to the price because I have no job and am a poor college student (unless you do something to convince me otherwise).

So, tell your friends, tell your family, tell the world that I'm nuts for offering such a superb bargain, and feel free to haggle with me. Decide quick, though, because if no one speaks up these books are heading for their doom.

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My svithes seem to lack substance when I do not attend my own ward, but what can one do when they have no gasoline to return to Cougar Town?

But there was one thing said in Relief Society today that I'd like to share. Bishop Seminary (he was one of my teachers) taught and said that this life is a test, and just like real tests, sometime we are not always prepared for all the questions on it.

Food for thought, yes?

And next will come my not so svithy post.

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Labels: Religion, Svithe

I got inspired by my own comment that I left at the blog party that, saddly, I was forced to miss (this is me being repentant, again, Master Fob.)

Back to the point, though.

I hate television. Almost with a passion. I think it's pointless and I can hardly stand sitting in front of something just staring at it for hours at a time. After about ten minutes, I tend to get bored.

When I was little, I'd watch Sesame Street every afternoon. I don't know why I did it, except that my mother would turn it on whilst she prepared my lunch for me. The only parts I liked, though, were the ones that had the actual "story line;" I'd go into the kitchen during the "commercials." My sister, on the other hand, loved television. She still does. Sometimes I think that she doesn't know the difference between reality and what she sees broadcasted. She would come home from school every day and go straight to the TV to watch things like Gargoyles, X-men, Spiderman, Batman, and so forth. Not to mention Power Rangers -that show seemed to hold a special place in her feet. I mean heart. (There's a funny story there: she was pretending to be Kimberly- was that her name?- the pink one and kicked my mother in the foot, probably breaking it in the process.)

Sometimes, when TVLand was still in existance, I'd watch that when I was cooking or working with my clay. Monk I also find entertaining, but even then my hands have got to be doing something after a while.

Now, though, I find myself in a strange, new situation. I LIKE a show enough to watch hours of it on end. Maybe it's just because it's summer break and I'm bored already and I'll do anything to keep myself entertained, but this I doubt because I've got a load of books to read (which just so happen to still be sitting in their BYU Bookstore bag- very unusual). Or maybe it's because I find Jarod to be highly attractive, but much to old for me.

Is it the sense of Justice?

The humor?

His child-like wonder at the world around him?

No idea, but either way, any way, and all ways, I find that I'm entertained. I guess everyone has to like one show in their lifetime. I hope this qualifies as my quota.

P.S. It's plenty warm here in Santa Horhe. I expect the City Pool to open within the week.

Finals are... over. At long last. For me, anyway. Technically speaking, there's still one day of exams left. I just got home from taking my last one, which started at title date. So tired. So ready for more sleep. Ready to snuggle back in bed beneath my blankets with my soft, pink pig, HenWen, and my squishy red dog, Pipi.

In fact, I think I will.

And then it's off to hit the road, a dentist appointment in two days, and a dermatologist appointment the next. Hoorah for me! I'm so excited to pass out again.

So, for my fellow students, good luck with your finals. Do your best and then forget about it. Afterall, there's not much you can do to change your grade for the better at this point.

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Tonight my cousin asked me what I thought being in love felt like. This is such an obscure question to ask me! Me, the one who has never had any sort of romantic relationship, the one who can count her dates on one hand (with fingers to spare). True, at one point I thought I was in love. True, I've had my heart broken. But how do you describe LOVE? There are so many different kinds of love: parent-child, friend-friend, sibling-sibling, lover-lover. And so I told her, as best I could, what being in love was like. Except I couldn't really say, because it was never reciprocated back to me.

But, you know, now that Dingbat's engaged himself, I'm ok again. I feel free and content with being single.

Sometimes, though, I can't help but think that I'm stuck in this stage of celibacy. Every one tells me, "Oh, well, you're still young! You're not even twenty yet! You've got plenty of time!" No one sees it from MY side, though. True, I won't be twenty for another few weeks, but sometimes I forget that I'm not already two decades and that I'm not turning two decades plus one. Not to mention my surroundings. Two out of my three roommates last year are now engaged. The only individual who I could truly talk to is also engaged. Only 3 of my high school friends (including myself, here) are still single. Most of them are married off and two are expecting small chiddlers by December. Not to mention my current living situation where one roommate has a multitude of the male species vying for her attention and the other found herself so in love with being in love that she could scarcely speak of anything else. As for me, I'd just like to know what it's like to have someone that loves me in return. Someone that needs me. Someone that can't wait to see me again or talk to me.

Of course, though, I'd be lying if I couldn't admit that it is, perhaps, ME that's keeping love at bay. As I penned just the other night, "It is we, who have fizzled and died. But dream on, sweet dreamer, dream on." One doesn't quit the treasure hunt just because they're not the first one to find the "x." There are other maps in the world, other treasures.

Anyway, who's to say that love isn't just around the corner? In another... 10 years or so.

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I want to change my template. Like the background stuff. So, find me a new one that I like. And I'll give you... a high seven. Or make you desserts!

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After viewing the following, you may make suggestions (I say "after" so that you can get a good idea of my reading preference. Mind, I'm also a fan of Corrie Ten Boom, even if she's not on The List.)
My reading list (if I have the money to buy the books):

Across the Wall : A Tale of the Abhorsen and Other Stories
The Akhenaten Adventure (Children of the Lamp)
The Ancient One
Buried Fire
Dark Lord of Derkholm
Dogsbody
The Emerald Wand of Oz
Fire and Hemlock (Phoenix Honor Books (Awards))
Give It All to Him
Goddess of Yesterday
The Great Tree of Avalon

Child of the Dark Prophecy
Shadows on the Stars

Hexwood
The Homeward Bounders
The Leap
The Lost Years of Merlin

The Lost Years of Merlin
The Seven Songs of Merlin
The Fires of Merlin
The Mirror of Merlin
The Wings of Merlin

The Magician's Ward (The Magician Series)
The Ogre Downstairs
The Penultimate Peril (A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book 12)
Septimus Heap, Book Two: Flyte (Septimus Heap)
A Tale of Time City
The Time of the Ghost
The Wars of Avenan: The Rover's Cripple
Watership Down : A Novel
Wild Robert
Year of the Griffin

I've actually read a couple of these before, but it's been a few years. In truth, though, while I love reading, I really hope I don't have enough time to read all the books on my list, even if some of them are rather short and/or easy reads.

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Due to finals, one might consider this to be my own version of Theric's copout.

Have a good week!

And I'm headed back down to Santa Horhe Tuesday immediately following my last final (which may or may not be around 10, all depending on whether or not I get one done tomorrow and whether or not I'm tired) where I will be missing most morosely the Blog Party. Think of me, will you? Amongst the fun and games, remember the poor individual suffering due to the hand of a dentist.

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Labels: Religion, Svithe

So, I have a final tomorrow. Did I study for it (or any other finals for that matter)? Nope. Am I going to? Uh, prolly not. I'm such a loser.

Generally I don't complain about being a loser, though. It's something that I came to accept long ago in the Cave-man era (i.e. the sixth grade) when my two Melissas and I would walk around the lone tree in the school yard hiding a stick in the bark (don't ask). But that's somewhat off topic. My point here and train of thought is this: It was warm today, right? According to the Weather Bug, Cougar Town's high was 62 degrees today. And that, inevitably, got me to thinking how warm it must be in Santa Horhe (80's, I expect), which, in turn, led me to thoughts of summer and, consequently, to Seven Peaks. I heart Seven Peaks. I've got many happy memories which just so happen to have spawned from that puddle. And so I made the decision. I want to buy a season pass. So where's the problem, other than the fact that I'm poor and have no job and so no money to buy said pass? Well, you see dear reader, the problem lies in the fact that I'm such a loser that I have no one to go with me on a practically daily basis. Nicole balked at the price. Oksana doesn't swim. Alice is going home for the summer. I am now left with conflicting thoughts on whether or not to buy the pass and go by myself or to pay the $19.95 every time I go.

I suppose I still have a few weeks, though. I mean, afterall, it's not like they're even open yet.

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My faith in the Man Species has been somewhat restored.

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"Alexander the Great, king of Macedon, pupil of Aristotle, conqueror of most of the known world in his time, was one of the world’s great young leaders. After years of exercising military pomp and prowess and after extending his kingdom from Macedonia to Egypt and from Cyprus to India, he wept when there seemed to be no more world to conquer. Then, as evidence of just how ephemeral such power is, Alexander caught a fever and died at thirty-three years of age.
The vast kingdom he had gained virtually died with him.

"Quite a different young leader also died at what seems such an untimely age of thirty-three. He likewise was a king, a pupil, and a conqueror. Yet he received no honors from man, achieved no territorial conquests, rose to no political station. So far as we know, he never held a sword nor wore even a single piece of armor. But the Kingdom he established still flourishes some two thousand years later. His power was not of this world.

"The differences between Alexander and this equally young Nazarene are many. But the greatest difference is in their ultimate victories. Alexander conquered lands, peoples, principalities, and earthly kingdoms. But he who is called the Perfect Leader, he who was and is the Light and Life of the world—Jesus Christ the Son of God—conquered what neither Alexander nor any other could defeat or overcome: Jesus of Nazareth conquered death. Against the medals and monuments of centuries of men’s fleeting victories stands the only monument necessary to mark the eternal triumph—an empty garden tomb."

Howard W. Hunter, "An Apostle’s Witness of the Resurrection," Ensign, May 1986, 15

I wanted to include one of the B.C. Easter comics done by Johnny Hart a few years ago, but I can't find it for the life of me on the web. Anyway, the whole crew is up on a hill, watching the sun go down. I think it's Peter who says something along the lines of, "Let's all come back up here tomorrow for a sunrise service!" Grog lags behind the group a bit as they all leave and that blonde girl asks him if he's coming or something. Anyway, after she leaves he comments, "Son Rise, serve us."

Hope you all have had a nice Easter Sabbath. I head back to Cougar Town early in the morning to take a final and a quiz. Yea for finals!

Labels: Religion, Svithe

It's true. The InstaCare will do just that: Instantly Care. But you still have to wait your turn. I mean, it's not like just because you're suffocating or have had a really bad migraine for three weeks, or if your gushing blood... it's not like your going to instantly die.

And so, one can come to the conclusion that a professional Care facility should have professionals working to deal with the problems listed above (and more, of course). Not that the silly students from the U don't matter, they just shouldn't be working in an environment where knowledge and experience are pretty much a must.

My doctor, apparently, agrees. Most vehemently. Especially after I showed her the perscriptions that said student wrote out for me last time I went in for my migraine. Granted, I'm not damaged permanently from SS's care, but Dr. has come to the conclusion that 1) I need to pay close attention to what my head tells me and 2) if head starts to hurt any worse/wake me up at night/make me sick, there is something to be worried about happening and I'll have to come back down for another stickin' MRI/CT Scan. Oo boy. My favorite.

Point being, then, if you ever go to the Orem InstaCare, make sure they let you see a REAL doctor and also make sure that they don't assume things. (I mean, for reals, I've had to inform them about my disease once before and I hadn't even been diagnosed yet!)

Tomorrow is Easter. Will try to post again then, but I've got a lot of reading to do for New Testament before I head back to Dwelling Place Monday morning.

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So, Blogger is being devilish and not loading very well.

Anyway to the real blog:

For the second week in a row, I forgot to pack pajama pants. Only this time, as I finally took occasion to notice, my sister was already asleep. Good thing my legs are as long as my dad's. Boy, am I styling!

Today I saw:

1. A dead deer (a big one) by Nephi
2. A fire in Scipio
3. A dead mountain lion in Beaver
4. A dead skunk (which I could smell a mile off- literally) in Summit

Saddly, there was nothing to see anywhere else because it was dark by the time I to Cedar. The only reason I saw the skunk is because it was still sort of in the road. Such an interesting drive, I tell you.

Um... Yeah. That's pretty much it.

And, oh yeah, I'm pretty much a snob.

Yep, that's all now.

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Apparently I missed the Egg Hunt on campus today. I hear there were two "bunnies" jumping around, too, and that people kept emerging from bushes looking stricken with dissapointment.

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My head is three belt-notches smaller than my waist.

I have my first Final tomorrow

I ate Pizza for the first time in one year (no sauce, pineapple and cheese only)

Five more friends of mine will be wed within the next six months (tops. I'm guessing it will be more like... four)

I think my cat gave me rabies

(Ok, not really. Nix the last one; even though he did bite me, I haven't got rabies.)

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Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my head to keep
And if I die before I wake
At least my head will no longer ache!


I am so not used to going to bed this early. And I am so done with this headache/migraine. Too bad this headache/migraine is not done with me. Mum did manage to get me a dr. appointment down in Santa Horhe (because I am SO NOT IMPRESSED with InstaCare) Friday morning, which means I get to leave here Thursday night. After a nice LOOOooong day of class. Oh, joy.

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24 hours with no sleep, and I enjoyed every minute of it! Even hiking the streets to Lumbard street was awesome!

We really didn't do a whole lot. After we landed we took the F-train (yes, that's what it was called) from the financial district to Pier 41 and then a boat over to Alcatraz. No idea how long we spent over there, but it was pretty much the coolest.

Also visited China Town (because we didn't get to go last summer in NYC) and I found some great bargain buys. However, we got off the bus in OLD China Town and discovered that we were not appreciated there.

And who can forget Ghirardelli Square, where I found Heaven on Earth? Their chocolate milkshakes were seriously the best my stomach has ever had occasion to digest, and the entertainment there was interesting as well (to make a short story even shorter, we'll just say that it took the whole group about 10 minutes to decide if one of the employees was a he or a she).

And THAT was my weekend. I'm ready to do it again!

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I don't expect to be available Sunday, so I Svithe early. In honor of Easter- a week early so you can think about it and be prepared.

The Mystery Flu (Author unknown, but if you happen to find out, tell me, please.)

The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio; you hear a little blurb about a village in India where some villagers have died suddenly of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not influenza, but three of four people are dead, and it's kind of interesting; they are sending some doctors over to investigate it. You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say its not three villagers, its 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area in India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease has never been seen before. By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just India, it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it now as "the mystery flu".

The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that it will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?" That is when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.
And that is why that night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English; there is a man lying in a hospital in Paris from the mystery flu. It has come to Europe.

Panic strikes. As best as they can tell, once you get it you have it for a week before you know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. And then you die.

Britain closes its borders- but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton- and it's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement: "Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are over seas, I am sorry; they can not come back until we find a cure for this thing." Within four days our nation has been plunged into unbelievable fear. People are talking about "What if it comes to this country?" And preachers are saying "It's the scourge of God."

It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when some body runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio! Turn on a radio!" And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone held up to it, the announcement is made. Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu.

Within hours, it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working from around the clock trying to find the antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's just in from the borders. And then all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made, its going to take the blood of somebody that has not been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing; "Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That is all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely, to the hospitals."

Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late Friday night, there is a long line and they have got nurses and doctors and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and kids are out there, and they take your blood type and say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name you can be dismissed and go home."

You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on and if this is the end of the World. Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He is yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy.

"Wait a minute! Hold on!"

And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type." Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses crying and hugging each other. Some are even laughing. It’s the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor comes up to you and says, "Thank you sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. Its clean, and its pure, and we can make the vaccine."

As the word begins to spread all across the parking lot full of folks, people are screaming, and praying and laughing, and crying. But then the gray haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need . . . we need you to sign a consent form."

You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty. "H-h-how many pints?"

That is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We were not prepared. We need it all!"

"But-but. . . I don't understand. He is my only son!"

"We are talking about the world here! Please sign. We... we need it all!"

"But can't you give him a transfusion?"

"If we had clean blood we would. Please, will you sign?" In numb silence you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"

Could you walk back? Could you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Could you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you and we would never let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?" And when the old doctor comes back in and says, "I am sorry; we have got to get started. People are dying." Could you leave? Could you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why? Why have you forsaken me?" And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don’t even bother to come because they have "better things to do", and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "EXCUSE ME! MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU EVEN CARE? DOES IT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?" I wonder, is that what God wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DOES IT MEAN NOTHING? DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"

Behold, the Muse

Labels: Religion, Svithe

I HATE MEN!!!

No offense.


P.S. I'm going to San Fran this weekend.
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The bloopers of Narnia are great.

But now I want to watch the movie. Except it is after 1 am, so I don't dare.

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I'm supposed to be writing a paper, but....

Tonight Alice called me shortly after I woke up from a two hour nap wanting ot know if I would go to Blockbuster with her to pick out a movie. We snagged "Miss Congeniality 2," a pint of Ben and Jerry's, and three Jamba Juices on the way back. I admit, I liked the movie. Who'd've thunk?

We did have a lovely thunderstorm this morning. The wind was blowing, my window was open, and I was blessed with raindrops in my room.

This afternoon, just after class, I drove "home" to sign a contract for Fall/Winter. I've been feeling a little... unsure about the decision still, just because it is further from campus and I'm a bit worried about certain people that may or may not still be there, but as I walked up to the Office door, it felt right. I proved something to myself whilst I was there, too. I drove through the other side of the parking lot, just to prove I still could. Yeah, I had an anxiety attack, but I still did it.

Confession alert: I don't like to say things outloud. If I do, they become real, solid, even tangible. That's why I won't put in writing the things I really think. That's why I'm still denying so many things. You'll have to pry it out of me. End Confession.

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...Put out.

My "Lola" got engaged and has yet to tell me. I'm quite upset. However, she was kind enough to leave me a voice mail today (after I left her one) saying that she has (quote) "exciting news" (end quote) to tell me. I have to prepare myself mentally to be supportive about the whole thing because the... well...HE broke her heart last year, and while Lola may have gotten over it, I haven't.

Dingbat likes to make me put out as well, and has done a swell job of it as late, but I'm trying to not let that affect me too much. "Trying" being the key word there.

Tomorrow I get to go sign my contract so that I may move back "home" in the fall. I'm excited. And soon to be very poor. Again.

Anyone know of a good job around campus? Excluding all food and custodial work?

So I was clearing away my dishes in the kitchen when I made up this new joke:

What did the momma caterpillar say to the baby caterpillar?


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Don't "moth" off to me!

I like to think that I'm an interesting person. I mean, who doesn't? Upon reflection, however, I've discovered that I'm more... quirky than interesting. For instance, just this morning I came across a... well, I don't know precisely what I should refer to has any more, but I came across her DA journal and was somewhat intrigued by the "game" included therein. (Ok, maybe "intrigued" isn't the right word, but how often do you get the opportunity to just tell people what makes you different?)

Anyway, I just couldn't quite pass up the opportunity. So, my short list of oddities and things that you might not otherwise ever find out unless I were to tell you:

1. Any mess I make is an organized mess. There is a distinct appearance of organization to it.
2. I've got a somewhat morbid sense of humor. (The only part I liked of the new Zorro movie was when the guy blew up. However, I was somewhat dissapointed that he hadn't swallowed the soap-explosive... thing.
3. I've been published, at last count, six times. I'm not going to tell you where or by whom. (Basically I decided it was all a scam to make Them rich, so I quit submitting.)
4. I once had a goldfish named Gideon that ate all the other gold fish. Then he commited suicide (he got sucked up into the filter or something. I don't remember).
5. I can draw, but tend to forget the fact and think myself a very poor artist.
6. I prefer sculpting.
7. I play the piano.
8. I know how to make icecream and would do it more often, except I can't afford to.
9. All the html I know, I taught myself years ago as an avid player of Neopets.
10. Sometimes I forget how old I really am.
11. Girls, they drive me bonkers.
12. If there are more than 2 other people around me and participating in whatever group I'm in, I shut myself out (generally speaking, of course).

P.S. My migraine is gone at last!

FYI #2:

I've reached 205 Page VISITS, and 300 somethin' views. Or is it the other way around? Eh. Either way.

FYI: Poetic M.'s template is being most annoying. I've been messing around with the code for a while. If you spot bugs, leave a comment any ol' place. Doing my best to find a layout that works. I'd rather not make one myself.


Week the third: Other than the medical bills, yeah. We're running right on schedule.

BUT...

Ice Age is in theaters. I want to go. Won't, though, unless someone takes me because I never EVER pay for my own movie theater ticket.

...

And Narnia comes to DVD this week. We may end up being weak and purchasing it.

....

This coming weekend may also put MOAP on pause as San Fran is a very BIG possibility for me. Need to get more information on that from my mother. It's her co-workers, after all.

.....

My sister is paying me $30+ to make a figurine for some baby shower that she has to go to. I have approx. one week to complete it. Need to go buy more clay, but she says she will reimburse
me for any and all supplies. Sweet.


I've been contemplating off and on all day what to svithe about. The thought occurred to me, "General Conference!" but then I thought, "No, that's what everyone will svithe about. I want to be different. Besides, the brethren did such a good job, I'd hate to ruin it."

I remember my senior year in high school there was this guy in my seminary class who would write up his own parables when he was assigned devotional. He was so good at it, too! However, I am not so great a parablesser, but I can make things relevant to life in general that you wouldn't generally read into. Or something. (Look, it's day 6 of migraine and my brain isn't working so well right now.) But mostly all I can give you today are some things I've thunk over for you to think yourself.

ANYway.... You may recall me making mention of "The Princess Bride" a few weeks ago. As I was watching it, I came across a scene that struck me as, well, generic to life. It comes shortly after the Sicilian keels over and Buttercup has (finally!) realized who "The Man in Black" is (dood, she must've really loved him to recognize his voice so quick).

"I told you I would always come for you," Westley tells Buttercup. "Why didn't you wait for me?"
"Well..." she says, "you were dead."
"Death cannot stop true love! All it can do is delay it for a while," Westley tells her, and, while being rather... cheesey, you have to agree.

Another scene in the movie is where the two lovers are about to enter The Fire Swamp.

"We'll never succeed. We may as well die here," says the ever optimistic Buttercup.
"No, no. We have already succeeded," Westley assures her.

Apply this to life. We have already succeded. There is no reason to give up; the devil has no hold on us except for the bit of string we give him. We have bodies. We have our agency (don't call it free- it came at a price and I've always found this to be a pet-peeve when people refer to it as "free agency"). We need only do our best now to survive those things which the Fire Swamp throws out at us-- R.O.U.S's, lightning-quick sand, fire pits.... We can make it, and we will make it else the devil wouldn't be striving so hard to make us give up.

And, PS: I ran across this (again) today and just can't resist sharing,"He who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time," Chinese Proverb

Yes, alright Theric. In regards to last week, Shakespeare may be the most quoted, but I've never been a huge fan of his so I found it within my rights to pretend that he isn't.

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