For those of you who care about this sort of thing, I've gone and had another x-ray. This is like the third one since May, right? I don't really know, I am losing track of all these fun health things. But, anyway, we find out the results tomorrow, hopefully (if there are any), and I am having to wear a knee brace for a while. This is fun times.
Chilly tagged me to do this. I don't know if I have 6 new things that you people don't already know about me, but I will try.
1. In 6th grade, one of my best friends and I used to hide a piece of bark in a tree and make the other person find it during recess. Yeah, we were pretty cool that way.
2. I didn't start wearing jeans until I was in middle school. Like 8th grade.
3. I had bangs until high school started. Then I grew them out.
4. I have never left the country, unless you count the Canadian side of Niagara Falls
5. Secretly I crush on Cary Grant a little bit. But it's OK because he's dead and married 5 times.
6. Someday I will either work at Disneyland or go to Japan. Maybe both. But not at the same time. Actually, maybe at the same time. There's a Disneyland in Tokyo, too.
I tag anyone who woke up before 8am today and wore the color blue.
There are gnats all over my apartment. Like, seriously. It's really gross, and I am becoming a pro at smashing them both mid-flight and whenever they land on something. Which is also gross, because then I have bug guts on me and have to wash my hands like every 2 minutes. It's also rather distracting when you are trying to be a good bunny and do your homework so that you can get to bed in a timely manner (like... an hour ago would have been nice, but no).
I blame Jorgen and all of her dirty dishes that she leaves in the sink. Still covered in sweet-sugary, nasty, fattening foods. Sick.
Next time I move, I am not having roommates. It will be me and Drawly and no one else (except for maybe the occasional visitor. Only I'm still not accepting visitors right now, so don't ask where I live*).
*If you know you are the exclusion to the rule and have been invited to visit, talk to me and eventually I'll tell you how to find me. Just remember you are sworn to secrecy and cannot tell a single soul where Babylon is, how to get there, or probably even that you visited. Also, don't just show up, because that is like in the Pet Peeve Top Five and will give you a permanent exclusion of all further invitations.**
Relations pardoned indefinitely, but that doesn't mean that I won't still find you annoying if you catch me by surprise.***
Unless you are Mom or Dad coming to spoil me for the day. You are always welcome.
I hereby proclaim that September 22nd, 2008 shall be Blurker Amnesty Day. You are probably saying to yourself - "Self, what is Blurker Amnesty Day?" Well this is the day that all blurkers can (and hopefully will) comment and make their presence known without penalty. You may even be saying to yourself - "Self, what is a blurker?" To answer you again, oh inquisitive one - a blurker is a blog lurker. Someone who reads a blog but never posts any comments.
So my unobtrusive friend - I am calling you out. In exchange for your comment, you have my solemn promise that I will not stalk you or request a comment from you in the future. Amnesty.
In case you are saying to yourself - "Self, how do I comment on a blog?" Well, I can answer that as well. Simply click on the area that says [X comments at the top of this blog post]. You will see a comment box pop up. If you are signed into blogger then you can type your comment and click submit. If you don't have a google account then type your comment and make sure to include your name and perhaps your location (so I know who you are) and select anonymous. Then click submit. It is just that easy!
I am not upset that I have blurkers - it doesn't creep me out in the least. I am curious who you are - I crave the human interaction - I can only squeeze so much engaging chatter out of the little ones. Trust me I squeeze them all too much. I am just interested in who is out there. Reading. And not commenting.
I have a second job! My favorite Brother O is finally back from the Jerusalem Center and Yellow Stone and Idaho and called me today, so I went in to his office and we chatted and I am now his TA. I amn't quitting my other job, though. So I will once again be working "full time" (for students, that translates to 20 hours a week). There will be researchy stuff (so on top of that) and typing stuff (I can handle that, too) and organizing stuff (also a pro). And maybe I'll come out of it a Church Historian. Who knows?
There was something... was going to post... Important...
No, I forget. But one (and a half) week(s) down, 13 to go! And then finals. I mean, I'm not counting down or anything.
Also, that dumb fly that has been buzzing around my apartment for the past two, three weeks (it has probably been kept alive by eating off of Jorgen von Strangle's dishes that have been left in the sink) met his doom today. I squished him. I squished him flat (sorry, Drawly, I know you wanted to eat him, but you are just not quite that awesome of a hunter yet).
5 years ago, almost to the day, I had an 8 am class. 5 years ago, almost to the day, I vowed to never ever ever take another 8 am class again.
Guess where I am right now? Yeah, in class. At 8 am (K, actually, it hasn't started yet).
And here's the ironic part. This 8 am class is in the exact same room in the exact same building as my last 8 am class. Only I'm sitting in a different desk now because I am no longer an eager Freshman. Whee.
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"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths
