Tuesday, May 30, 2006

I Always Thought Elmo Was Kind Of Annoying

You Are Elmo

Sweet and innocent, you expect everyone to adore you. And they usually do!

You are usually feeling: Talkative. You've got tons of stories to tell. And when you aren't talking, you're laughing.

You are famous for: Being popular, though no one knows why. Middle aged women especially like you.

How you life your life: With an open heart. "Elmo loves you!"

Orthodoxy

Well, for all the books I want to read this summer, I up and start a book on John's list. Granted this book should have been on my list. It was supposed to be there. I drew up the list in a hurry and was actually thinking about many other pressing matters. (Well, maybe not pressing as, um, disturbing? Troubling? It's six in the morning, I'm not a very good thesaurus. Anyway, it was one of those stay up all night nights, so I thought I'd take advantage of it. I cleaned up the bookshelf in the living room (that took awhile), did some research on distributism (see The Commons), washed those dishes (I was feeling guilty, and ended up on the couch watching music videos on Yahoo music. (Lifetime, Behind Blue Eyes, Everytime We Touch, Song For The Dumped, Battle Of Who Could Care Less, and The Distance.)

I was just about to go to bed, when I realized that the sun was coming up and I had yet to enjoy my freshly painted "deck." That's where I am now, 6:09 in the am, a balmy 46 degrees F, a comfortable chair, a (now empty) cup of four berry tea (courtesy of Meg, yes I kept it & put it in my suitcase & it's been sitting on my shelf up until about 10 minutes ago), fuzzy socks that Laura-friend & Liz-Duck got me because they are wonderful & I'm an ass, and G.K. Chesterton. Now I'm really not that far, page 12 to be precise (or is it actually accurate, I can never remember, and after watching Jackson get punched in the shoulder over and over, you really think I would. Don't worry, it was a physics thing.) ANYWAY (wow, I go on more tangents that Mr. Bersnak), I was reading Orthodoxy and the beginning has quite the bit to do with insanity. Something that has been on the mind, as of late. (Long story.) Chesterton talked about how logical people are the ones who go insane and artists keep their sanity. (I wonder if artists take the sanity from the logical people. They say a picture steals your soul, why not a painting or a sculpture your sanity? Oh boy.) If I can be so bold as to quote Chesterton, "A flippant person had asked why we say, 'As mad as a hatter.' A more flippant person might answer that a hatter is mad because he has to measure the human head." I read that and thought, "Well, actually, hatters were mad because they used mercury to adjust the browbands of the hats and prolonged exposure to mercury causes insanity. That's why we now have alcohol thermometers and such." Oh dear. Now if we're looking at things either logically or poetically, I'm afraid I'm going to be playing checkers with Poe. Ahhh!!! He also said something about logical people being morbid. I sometimes shock Liz with the weird and twistedly morbid things I do. (Not, like, gross or anything, mostly dumb stuff, like go to a party which involves a long car ride with three people and my ex-boyfriend, or making weird sad picture movies about break ups, or listening to cds that my boyfriend made me over and over and over again, right before I break up with him. You know, I think I'm only morbid about boys. I'd say I should get me to a nunnery, but, well. Actually, I don't know if that's actually morbidity or just melencholy.) Wow, from cleaning, to books to boys. I wonder if Bersnak still has that tanget sign I made him, I think I need it.

Monday, May 29, 2006

Land of Milk and Honey

*Large sigh*

The violence continues in the Middle East. Ever since I went to Israel and Palestine, I feel a pang whenever I hear about another bombing or shooting. Also, I think it's rather, um, interesting, for lack of a better word, that the news is riddled with Israeli soldiers foil Palestinian bombing or Israeli soldiers kill gunman in Gaza. It's not nearly as common to hear about Israeli soldiers interrogating children on a school bus or breaking up a basketball game. The Israeli government does so much more than they get "credit" for. I'm not one for talking about things I don't know a whole lot about, but I think I can safely say that the Palestinians are being oppressed by Israel and they are getting very, very little help. Please pray for peace and justice for both the Palestinians and the Israelis.


The Berlin Wall. The wall in the West Bank.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Obviously These People Know Me

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Trying Something New

So I've been up trying to figure out how to get sound on this silly thing. I figured I could "html it" like with an image. *snort* Well the problem wasn't my html codes (thank you O'Reilly publishing), but I had exceeded my data transfer limit on the site I was using. Ahhh!!! So I was going to tell you to Click here. Please. And turn your speakers up. But now I think maybe you should wait. Instead, look at this picture of this horse and this smily face.


Saturday, May 27, 2006

Pooky

Right now I really want to walk across the hall and flop in Megan's room or call up Liz and hang out with her and Joe. I just got off the phone with Bob and well, the WP is not in a good mood. Here, how about this:

Talking in her sleep again
Reciting lines start to end
But she's not crazy
(Knock on wood)
Just a little misunderstood

She takes a walk at 4AM
Wakes the neighborhood again
And I find myself recalling everything she used to tell me

Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts inside
Aw yeah, that's right, you go around once in life

Everybody wants to be a part
Everybody loves a situation
Who would ever want to play the part
Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart

She's waiting tables the next day
She pulls a double then on her way
To an audition in Hollywood, yeah,
A little misunderstood

We sit around the house
Waiting for the phone to ring
And I know she alone holds the key
To everything I want to be

Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts inside
Aw yeah, that's right, you go around once in life

Everybody wants to be a part
Everybody loves a situation
Who would ever want to play the part
Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart

Everybody wants to be your friend
When you've got something you can give them
All I've seen, bad and good, she's not crazy
Just a little misunderstood.

Aw yeah, all good, she's not crazy,
Just a little misunderstood.

Two years later you're a star
Who'd have thought we'd get this far?
But I'd give it all away if I
Could see you on that day again
When you quit work
And threw that coffee
At the manager jerk

You said, "Close your eyes
I've got a surprise
A house in the hills
And a car that drives by."

Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts, don't it? Inside
Aw yeah, that's right, you go around once in life

Everybody wants to be a part
Everybody loves a situation
Who would ever want to play the part
Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart

Everybody wants to be your friend
When you've got something you can give them
All I've seen, bad and good, she's not crazy
Just a little misunderstood.

Aw yeah, all good, she's not crazy,
Just a little misunderstood.

Summer reading

I got the idea from John. I've got plenty of books I always think I'm going to read when I get time. Ha! When I get time. That'll be never. I wonder if I can catch up on my reading in Heaven. Well, by then I'll know all the books so it won't matter. Maybe my purgatory will be reading all the books I ever planned on reading. Granted I love reading, but somehow knowing that's what's keeping me from Heaven would take the fun out of it. Wow, bizarre, and people say reading Dante is good for you. I think not! Anyway, this is what I hope to accomplish this summer. (Or maybe, in my lifetime. . .) I don't have the cute little chart, because I don't feel like messing around with Paint right now. So y'all will just have to wonder.

Screwtape Letters, C.S. Lewis
Watership Down, Richard Adams
Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan
Once and Future King, T. H. White
Cyrano de Bergerac, Edmond Rostand
Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad
Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
Counte of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
Don Quixote,
House of Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
Scarlet Pimpernel, B. Orczy
Piers Plowman, William Langland

Monday, May 22, 2006

Oh, Your Head Is Bleeding

Well, Sunday was a day of weirdness. Bob and I went to my cousin's graduation. She graduated from that school and I went there from first grade through half of sophomore year. But since we moved, I had only been back a few times and none since college. So I felt like eight graders were graduating! It was so nuts. But it was also good to be back. We went to my cousin's party, too. I ended up in charge of the punch, which worked out well, because then I had something to do other than stand around looking (and feeling) akward. W00t for not being akward. It was crazy, though, because about half the people there, I hadn't seen since I was six months old, and frankly, I didn't remember them. (Lay off, how many people do you remember meeting at six months?) Anyway, despite the meeting all kinds of new people, it was really cool to be around my family again. I love it when families get together. And recently that has included my own family. I was never very close to any of my extended family. But now that's starting to change and is really nice. We then went to another cousin's graduation in a different town. (I got a lot of sandwiches and cake between the two.) That was also fun. I got to see my baby cousin, who I haven't seen in a year. Babies change so much in one year!!

Also, the night before I'd gone to two graduation parties for two of my friends that I went to high school with. That was fun, except I wasn't feeling that well, so it was kind of like, "Hi. Congradulations. I'm going to go lay down in a corner now."

Test results are in. The stress test and echocardiogram show no problems with my heart. So we're back to neurological. I can't say that I'm very happy about that, but there's not really much I can do about it. What does this mean? This means that The White Phantom will never join the military. (Yes, despite it all, I've still been thinking about it.) And the possibility of going into a convent is about 0.5%, if not completely impossible, forever. *sigh* I guess I wasn't really listening vocation-wise. I always told God to hit me over the head with a 2 x 4 if I wasn't doing what He wanted and, well, I guess He did. The logical thing to do, is throw myself at marriage, but, somehow my heart isn't in it. I think I'm going to just chill with the single life for as long as I need to. I never, ever, liked the idea of being single all my life. Well, I guess I still don't. But I'm really okay with flying solo through college and maybe for a long time after.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Conclusion

I've decided that my perfect guy would be a Catholic Jack Bauer.



I've been watching way too much 24.

:)

Friday, May 19, 2006

I Don't Know Why I'm Thinking About Fall In The Spring.

Oh wait, maybe I do. ;)
You Are Apple Cider
Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold.
And then there's more stuff about my brain. Yay.


Your Brain is 73% Female, 27% Male

Your brain leans female
You think with your heart, not your head
Sweet and considerate, you are a giver
But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!

She Will Be Loved

This post goes out to my Ibid friend, who was kind enough to tell me that I was behind on my posting.

I am so tired.I just finished scraping and painting my deck. I could sleep for a week. Granted my deck isn't even half the size of what anything that would pride itself in "deckness." But this is the most physical labor this phantom has done in a loooong time. Phew. The only bad thing, is I got large amounts of paint on the house. *sheepish grin* Disclaimer: I have never painted a deck before. Ever. Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. I would say more evers but I didn't memorize them all. Anyway, so it's a good tired. It's an I've-accomplished-something-and-my-deck-doesn't-look-like-crud-anymore kind of tired. Much better than the I-sratched-my-nose-and-now-I'm-so-tired-I-can't-move kind of tired. :P And scraping is hard work.

In other news, I won't hear about the test results until Monday. If they are normal, more tests. (Actually, I'd probably have more tests if they're abnormal, too . . . )

I've also been having some fun catching up with my crazy friends here. We've been swaping bizarre stories (he he he), watching movies, and finding out that we all love Hellogoodbye. That makes me so happy! And as it turns out, one of my friends's favorite James Blunt song in Tears and Rain. I don't understand how that song can be so popular and so unknown at the same time. :) (It's my favorite. I love that song so much.)

Oh, and the reason for the weird titile, is that I had the radio on while I was scraping and painting and I heard that song. It was crazy, because Syd has me thinking about songs that have memories attatched to them. And well, that song was first semseter freshman year. *shrug*

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Like A Fish In Water

The Hobbit is back in a garden. Yay!

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Summer Vaction From CC: Take Two!

My summer vacation started with chicken cordian bleu pizza (honestly, the best food known to mankind.) I showed my mom the movie preview. She liked it. :D I'm really psyched. I then decided to take a nap. I asked my mom to hit me in a couple of hours. The next thing I knew, mom was yelling at me to get up in the you-need-to-get-up-right-now voice, not the you-asked-me-to-wake-you voice. I heard her yell, "We have to be at the doctor's in 15 minutes!" I knew I had a doctor's appointment at 10 am on Tuesday, but I was pretty sure it was around 6 pm on Monday. Then I heard, "You're going to be late for your EKG!!" Nope, I had grossly errored in my time estimation. Instead of 6 pm Monday, it was 9:45 am Tuesday. (Hey, I hadn't slept the night before! I was helping Claire roll clothes. I wouldn't have missed that for the world, though. Colin and Ryan were helping, too and it was hystarical!! And then straightening up the stupid give-away pile. That I would have been willing to miss, if I could have.) Anyway, so I go to get my EKG done, I swear, I was the youngest patient there for at least 50 years. I'm not kidding. The nurse just kind of looked at me, when they called my name. She told me I was too young to be there. Ha. I wish. After it was over, I told my mom that I was officially old. Really, I don't think I just turned 20, I'm pretty sure I just hit 70. I just happen to be in college and not look old and have only been on Earth for 20 years. Hmm, maybe I was on a different planet for the other 50 years. . . (I can just see Syd reading this and smiling, while thinking, "That explains so much. . . ")Anyway, I'm now working on getting registered for classes at NSU. Good news: If I get into all the classes I want, I'll be a junior come fall!! I'm thinking somebody I know is going to graduate with her class!! :) The only downside is that I probably won't have time for a job. (I'm going to be in class for a billion hours every day. Or maybe like 5 or 6. Ha! This should be interesting!) And of course, there's all the various heart tests that I'll be doing this summer. I already had an EKG and tomorrow is the cardiolite stress test. Basically, inject stuff into The WP's veins and then put her on a treadmill untill she passes out and then take pictures of her heart. W00t. Or something. I hadn't been home for 24 hours, and I've already been to the doctor's. I don't know if that bode's well for the rest of the summer. But I am glad to be home. I mean, I'm going to miss my CC people like no body's bussiness, but it's good to be home.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Weird Dream

So a couple of nights ago I had a crazy dream. Claire, Olivia, and I were in prison. But it wasn't your normal US jail, or even like, Shawshank. It was some kind of terrorist prison camp or end-times you're-a-Christian-so-we-kill-you type thing. So we got beat all the time. My dream picked up with me laying on my back on a stone with blood on my face. I remember just laying there feeling the sticky blood drying on my face. I had just closed my eyes, when Smitha came to visit me. He talked to me for a few minutes until the guards came into the cell and got me and Claire and Olivia up. She bound our hands behind our backs and told us to get going. I asked where we were going and Smitha responded, "You're coming with us." I turned around and saw the entirety of CC and suddenly we were walking in the March for Life. Each of us was still bound and had a guard leading us. After the March was over, it was back to prison. We stayed there for the remainder of the winter. In the spring, the guard led us out into the garden. She tied Claire to a fence post and then me to one farther down. (I assume Olivia was kicking around somewhere.) When the guard tied my hands to the fence post, she didn't finish the knot. She looked at me and looked at the knot with a knowing look. I have to say, I was pretty confused, because I didn't know why she would want to help me escape. Plus, there were armed guards watching me, it wasn't like I could just make a break for it. That night they brought us back in. The next morning the officer in charge called me and Claire and Olivia into her office. She began telling us about a conspiracy to break us out of the jail. She wanted to know if we had any information. And then I woke up.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

I Lost My Sidebar

Seriously, I don't know what happened to it. Have you seen my sidebar? You're not my sidebar, you're a snort!

Anyway, so I watched the Kentucky Derby the other day. Like, uh, yesterday. Can you say "freaking awesome horse!"? I hope you can, because that's what you'd need to say if you were talking about Barbaro. Talk about WOW! He wond by 6 1/2 lengths, staying no less than second throughout the whole race. Totally awesome. It went a little something like this.
Barbaro Finished: 1st by 6 1/2 lengths
Bluegrass Cat Finished: 2nd beaten 6 1/2 lengths
Steppenwolfer Finished: 3rd beaten 8 1/2 lengths
Jazil Finished: 4th beaten 9 1/2 lengths
Brother Derek Finished: 4th beaten 9 1/2 lengths
Showing Up Finished: 6th beaten 10 lengths
Sweetnorthernsaint Finished: 7th beaten 13 lengths
Deputy Glitters Finished: 8th beaten 14 lengths
Point Determined Finished: 9th beaten 15 1/4 lengths
Seaside Retreat Finished: 10th beaten 15 1/4 lengths
Storm Treasure Finished: 11th beaten 19 3/4 lengths
Lawyer Ron Finished: 12th beaten 21 1/2 lengths
Cause to Believe Finished: 13th beaten 21 3/4 lengths
Flashy Bull Finished: 14th beaten 24 3/4 lengths
Private Vow Finished: 15th beaten 27 1/4 lengths
Sinister Minister Finished: 16th beaten 30 lengths
Bob and John Finished: 17th beaten 31 1/2 lengths
A. P. Warrior Finished: 18th beaten 31 3/4 lengths
Sharp Humor Finished: 19th beaten 33 1/4 lengths
Keyed Entry Finished: 20th beaten 40 3/4 lengths

In other news, I now know how to shoot a gun. Or at least Airsoft. Yup. :) Pictures to come.

Now if you will excuse me, I have metaphysics to study, a movie preview to show, and a birthday to celebrate. (I'm getting olllldddddd!)

Later: My sidebar has found me again.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Update

I'm almost done filming!!! That's good, because I'm pretty sure one or two of my actors want me dead. I cannot wait to be done with the filming part. I think if I ever did anything professionaly with movies, I would either be an actor or an editor or a writer. No directing for me! Too much. It's too muuch.

Tomorrow is the last day of classes. Then a study day. And then *drum roll, please* FINALS!!!! Run for your lives!!! My first final is worth 60% of my grade in theology. My next final is worth 40% of my metaphysics grade. Then Latin, which is only 10%, but that's good, because I have a social teachings final right after that, which is worth 35 - 40 %, I think. And it all wraps up with English at 35%. Theology is probably going to be the scarest one as far as stress, but I don't think the test should be too bad. The hardest test will mostly likely be metaphysics. I love that class so much, but I just don't think I can sit down and prove God exists in 30 minutes. (There are four essays, I'm assuming that's going to be one of them.)

I can't believe the semester's almost over. It went so fast and yet I thought it'd never end. I've come to the conclusion that time can fly by while moving very slowly. It's a strange thing. No wonder God is outside of it.

In other news, Dr. Andres has ruled on the Eucharist debate. He says that St. Thomas says that Jesus's substance is present in the Eucharist, but His accidents are not. But that the Church has not formally ruled, so no one is allowed to throw anathemas at each other. I' m so happy I'm not a heratic. :)

Pictures


Claire in her natural habitat: the beach. She was so excited, she decided to be holy and walk on water.


I quickly decided that I could get very, very used to this. :)


As it turns out, Claire and I have similar taste in "swim suits."


And what's a weekend away from campus without good food? We had chocolate ice cream (which we totally played with before we ate it!) and yummy yummy shish ka bobs. (Spelling?)

Meg was taught to clean her plate.


Meg & Liz perfect the art of being transparent. Hey. . . isn't that one of the abilities of a glorified body?