So, in light of my extremely busy schedule this semester, I haven't been able to babysit. This morning, I'm getting to relive the pleasures of last semester.
And, since I'm watching Sophie, she really wants to help me write my blog. She says:
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Now, since that is written in a foreign language commonly known as Babese, I asked Sophie to translate for us. She told me that those characters roughly translate to:
"Oy no meh. Buh quee no. DedewEEP!"
Ah! Profound wisdom! How I've missed babysitting!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
First day of school!
Class started 20 minutes ago. My professor is telling us about himself... still.
I have learned several jewels of information already!
Teacher loves history.
Teacher loves the middle ages.
Teacher shared several reminiscences from his early childhood, and his mission in Germany.
Teacher's grandfather went on a mission to England (pretty sure this one is gonna be on the final).
Teacher lived in a village of 6 or 8 houses while writing his dissertation in 1970.
The toilet in said village was very cold when Teacher's little boys had to get up and tinkle.
Teacher's wife got sick of looking at cathedrals during their tour of Europe, but Teacher was appalled at her, because each one is unique.
Teacher likes to sit on hard wooden benches, as long as he is in a cathedral, and there are high-vaulted ceilings to wonder at.
Teacher likes architecture.
Teacher used to be associate Dean of the college in 1995-2001.
He's still talking. It's been half an hour now.
According to the news on msnbc.com, some hackers got into Obama's email and sent an infected Christmas card, using it to steal documents.
Honestly, I'd like to find out what I'm going to be graded on this semester. Are we going to have quizzes on the reading? What are the guidelines for the term paper mentioned (though not discussed) in the syllabus? What is the point of the massive handout we were given? Do we need to read it, or is it for those who haven't taken a 201 course yet?
Teacher and his colleagues spent a whole hour talking about ideas for a building he was in charge of building while he was dean of the college. He was trying to express "light and truth" in stone, steel, and glass. Way to bring religion into the lecture, Professor.
Back to the ever-educational msnbc.com, one of Bush's aides was found dead in a landfill, after apparently being chucked in a dumpster. Good job covering your tracks, killer person. They can't even find the crime scene now.
My favorite headline today? Some middle school teacher guy was listening to rap music and sat on his phone, butt-dialing his wife. His wife answered and heard the lyrics, thought he was being held hostage in his office, and called out SWAT. Ba ha ha ha!
Class has 13 minutes left. We're still listening to teacher tell us about himself. At least he's friendly. My last class... not sure what to think. Either Teacher is a jerk, or he just has a verrrrrry dry sense of humor. I'm hoping for the dry sense of humor, because if he wasn't serious, then he's actually pretty funny... I just wasn't sure if I could laugh or not.
Hey! He stopped telling us about himself! Now he's asking us if we have any questions, and saying he hopes he leaves enough of an impression on us that we remember his name the way he remembers his professors.
I asked some questions! He gave us the grade breakdown! Yay!
Class has 8 minutes left, and he's all done!
And that would be my class on the high middle ages.
I have learned several jewels of information already!
Teacher loves history.
Teacher loves the middle ages.
Teacher shared several reminiscences from his early childhood, and his mission in Germany.
Teacher's grandfather went on a mission to England (pretty sure this one is gonna be on the final).
Teacher lived in a village of 6 or 8 houses while writing his dissertation in 1970.
The toilet in said village was very cold when Teacher's little boys had to get up and tinkle.
Teacher's wife got sick of looking at cathedrals during their tour of Europe, but Teacher was appalled at her, because each one is unique.
Teacher likes to sit on hard wooden benches, as long as he is in a cathedral, and there are high-vaulted ceilings to wonder at.
Teacher likes architecture.
Teacher used to be associate Dean of the college in 1995-2001.
He's still talking. It's been half an hour now.
According to the news on msnbc.com, some hackers got into Obama's email and sent an infected Christmas card, using it to steal documents.
Honestly, I'd like to find out what I'm going to be graded on this semester. Are we going to have quizzes on the reading? What are the guidelines for the term paper mentioned (though not discussed) in the syllabus? What is the point of the massive handout we were given? Do we need to read it, or is it for those who haven't taken a 201 course yet?
Teacher and his colleagues spent a whole hour talking about ideas for a building he was in charge of building while he was dean of the college. He was trying to express "light and truth" in stone, steel, and glass. Way to bring religion into the lecture, Professor.
Back to the ever-educational msnbc.com, one of Bush's aides was found dead in a landfill, after apparently being chucked in a dumpster. Good job covering your tracks, killer person. They can't even find the crime scene now.
My favorite headline today? Some middle school teacher guy was listening to rap music and sat on his phone, butt-dialing his wife. His wife answered and heard the lyrics, thought he was being held hostage in his office, and called out SWAT. Ba ha ha ha!
Class has 13 minutes left. We're still listening to teacher tell us about himself. At least he's friendly. My last class... not sure what to think. Either Teacher is a jerk, or he just has a verrrrrry dry sense of humor. I'm hoping for the dry sense of humor, because if he wasn't serious, then he's actually pretty funny... I just wasn't sure if I could laugh or not.
Hey! He stopped telling us about himself! Now he's asking us if we have any questions, and saying he hopes he leaves enough of an impression on us that we remember his name the way he remembers his professors.
I asked some questions! He gave us the grade breakdown! Yay!
Class has 8 minutes left, and he's all done!
And that would be my class on the high middle ages.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Sing it with me now! "Oh it's the ennnnd of the worrrrld as we know it!"
News flash! 5,000 birds and 100,000 fish drop dead in Arkansas! Shocking! What could have caused such a disaster??? Aliens? Government conspiracy?
Of course not, people. Really. What kind of whackos are you?
Clearly, it's the apocalypse. Wormwood. That's the only rational possibility.
What, you don't believe it? Hell awaits you, non believing scum of the slime of the mud hole of the swamp of nothingness.
That's right, the apocalypse is on us now!
I just found out about this from a website claiming the end of the world is going to be on May 21, 2011. Google it. It's sweet.
This is becoming quite the movement. Their claim is based on some Biblical (and not so Biblical) dates. One of these is that because the flood of Noah took place in 4990 BC (this date came from... um... uuuuummmmmm.......), and God told Noah that it would be 7 days before the flood waters came, and 1 day is equal to 1,000 years, then 7,000 years later makes the date 2011. Clearly, this is the last year of mankind. How can you possibly doubt when those dates are laid out so transparently for all who would just believe? The logic that brought about that conclusion is, without a doubt, unquestionably sound.
But then, where did May 21st come from?
Well, I'll tell you.
May 21st 1988 was the end of the influence of the churches, or something like that. The pamphlet from which I was getting my information failed to mention exactly what that entailed or how we know that, but space was limited, so I understand. I'll just take it on faith. That end of the influence of the churches began a 23 year period in which God would torment the churches, which ends with the rapture... May 21st, 2011. Yep, that's right. The rapture is going to be approximately 4.7 months from today. If you're still here on May 22nd, then I'm very sorry. You will die.
BUT! Never fear, O non believers! You won't die on the 22nd! That's right, for a limited time only, you can be subjected to torments beyond your wildest imaginations! The dead shall rise from the grave, when the righteous shall be endowed with everlasting life, and the wicked will rise... but will remain dead, their corpses littering the earth! (Yes, this is more information from the End is Near website.) Death will be everywhere and mankind (or what remains of it) will endure suffering and agony for the next five months! Then, on October 21, 2011 the world will be quick fried with a crackly crunch. THEN you'll die.
So, when birds drop from the sky, and the moon turns to blood (lunar eclipse) at the same time that the sun is darkened (winter solstice) and the stars are falling from heaven (Ursids meteor shower... you better believe all that just happened this past solstice), and fish stinketh their river banks, know that May 21st is nigh.
Oooooh, it's the ennnnd of the worrrrrld as we know it!
*ahem* Yeah, done with the shameless mocking of other people's heartfelt religious convictions now.
In all seriousness (yes, I am capable of being serious in my blog), I will admit I enjoyed reading about the end of the world on May 21, 2011. It reminded me a LOT of my study of Millerism this past year, in which William Miller amassed a following of people who were positive the world was coming to an end on October 22, 1844 (that was after the 1843 prediction hadn't happened). One major difference that my roommate pointed out, however, was that according to Miller, the apocalyptic date marked Christ's second coming, and the beginning of His Millennial reign. While Miller was more doom and gloom than most of the exceptionally optimistic views of Christ circulating at the time (ie, mankind's righteousness will increase so much that it will create the Millennial Earth, which Christ will then find suitable for His reign), it was sunshine, bunnies and flowers compared to this new one. According to this new May 21st movement, nothing is said about Christ returning to the Earth at all... which is kind of the whole point of the apocalypse, is it not? This new movement is all about the rapture and the burning, essentially leaving nothing for Christ to reign over.
I'm extremely curious to watch what becomes of this movement. According to an article I read, one of the women preaching this message wanted to have children and start a family, but unfortunately the time is gone, and all she has left to do is preach the warning. To me, that's really sad. [soapbox] Apocalypse or not, life shouldn't cease because you might not get to finish your dreams. While it's good to live life as righteously as you would if you had to face God tomorrow and give an accounting of what you had done with your life, you also don't want to have to admit that you spent it waiting for Him to come end it... and the world. The truth is, we have NO CLUE when this is going to take place (honestly, every single generation since the FIRST coming has had a faction of people that have believed it will be in their lifetime), so make plans and reach for them, and just be willing to change them if God so desires. [/soapbox]
So, getting back to the movement, five months from now, I'd like to see what becomes of it. Will they continue to preach apocalypse on May 22nd, when all that's left to look forward to is the October 21st doomsday? I'm curious to find out.
Another point - all of this makes me EXTREMELY grateful for the Mormon perspective on Christ's second coming. We tend to focus on the "great" part of the "great and terrible day of the Lord." You say 2nd coming, and generally speaking, Mormons will start picturing the scene from 3rd Nephi where Christ comes, heals the sick, allows the people to touch his wounds, and teaches them incredible lessons about love and prayer. In the background of this picture, the primary song is singing: "I wonder when He comes again, will herald angels sing? Will Earth be white with drifted snow, or will the world know spring? ... I'm sure He'll call His little ones together round His knee, because He said in days gone by, 'Suffer them to come to Me.'" Sunshiney, no? The Mormon picture of the 2nd coming is a pretty far cry from "You non believers will all be BURNED!!!" There is the idea that the wicked will be brought to justice, but the focus tends to be on how wonderful it will be to live with Christ. More than that, the ideas of Judgment that exist are much more fair, throwing the concept of mercy for everyone, not just the believers, in with the justice, and they emphasize the perfection of God, how He is fair to everyone, not His wrath on mankind.
So, to sum it all up, I'm glad I get to watch this take place, but I'm also really glad I don't believe a lick of it. My beliefs about God, Christ, and the second coming are much better.
Of course not, people. Really. What kind of whackos are you?
Clearly, it's the apocalypse. Wormwood. That's the only rational possibility.
What, you don't believe it? Hell awaits you, non believing scum of the slime of the mud hole of the swamp of nothingness.
That's right, the apocalypse is on us now!
I just found out about this from a website claiming the end of the world is going to be on May 21, 2011. Google it. It's sweet.
This is becoming quite the movement. Their claim is based on some Biblical (and not so Biblical) dates. One of these is that because the flood of Noah took place in 4990 BC (this date came from... um... uuuuummmmmm.......), and God told Noah that it would be 7 days before the flood waters came, and 1 day is equal to 1,000 years, then 7,000 years later makes the date 2011. Clearly, this is the last year of mankind. How can you possibly doubt when those dates are laid out so transparently for all who would just believe? The logic that brought about that conclusion is, without a doubt, unquestionably sound.
But then, where did May 21st come from?
Well, I'll tell you.
May 21st 1988 was the end of the influence of the churches, or something like that. The pamphlet from which I was getting my information failed to mention exactly what that entailed or how we know that, but space was limited, so I understand. I'll just take it on faith. That end of the influence of the churches began a 23 year period in which God would torment the churches, which ends with the rapture... May 21st, 2011. Yep, that's right. The rapture is going to be approximately 4.7 months from today. If you're still here on May 22nd, then I'm very sorry. You will die.
BUT! Never fear, O non believers! You won't die on the 22nd! That's right, for a limited time only, you can be subjected to torments beyond your wildest imaginations! The dead shall rise from the grave, when the righteous shall be endowed with everlasting life, and the wicked will rise... but will remain dead, their corpses littering the earth! (Yes, this is more information from the End is Near website.) Death will be everywhere and mankind (or what remains of it) will endure suffering and agony for the next five months! Then, on October 21, 2011 the world will be quick fried with a crackly crunch. THEN you'll die.
So, when birds drop from the sky, and the moon turns to blood (lunar eclipse) at the same time that the sun is darkened (winter solstice) and the stars are falling from heaven (Ursids meteor shower... you better believe all that just happened this past solstice), and fish stinketh their river banks, know that May 21st is nigh.
Oooooh, it's the ennnnd of the worrrrrld as we know it!
*ahem* Yeah, done with the shameless mocking of other people's heartfelt religious convictions now.
In all seriousness (yes, I am capable of being serious in my blog), I will admit I enjoyed reading about the end of the world on May 21, 2011. It reminded me a LOT of my study of Millerism this past year, in which William Miller amassed a following of people who were positive the world was coming to an end on October 22, 1844 (that was after the 1843 prediction hadn't happened). One major difference that my roommate pointed out, however, was that according to Miller, the apocalyptic date marked Christ's second coming, and the beginning of His Millennial reign. While Miller was more doom and gloom than most of the exceptionally optimistic views of Christ circulating at the time (ie, mankind's righteousness will increase so much that it will create the Millennial Earth, which Christ will then find suitable for His reign), it was sunshine, bunnies and flowers compared to this new one. According to this new May 21st movement, nothing is said about Christ returning to the Earth at all... which is kind of the whole point of the apocalypse, is it not? This new movement is all about the rapture and the burning, essentially leaving nothing for Christ to reign over.
I'm extremely curious to watch what becomes of this movement. According to an article I read, one of the women preaching this message wanted to have children and start a family, but unfortunately the time is gone, and all she has left to do is preach the warning. To me, that's really sad. [soapbox] Apocalypse or not, life shouldn't cease because you might not get to finish your dreams. While it's good to live life as righteously as you would if you had to face God tomorrow and give an accounting of what you had done with your life, you also don't want to have to admit that you spent it waiting for Him to come end it... and the world. The truth is, we have NO CLUE when this is going to take place (honestly, every single generation since the FIRST coming has had a faction of people that have believed it will be in their lifetime), so make plans and reach for them, and just be willing to change them if God so desires. [/soapbox]
So, getting back to the movement, five months from now, I'd like to see what becomes of it. Will they continue to preach apocalypse on May 22nd, when all that's left to look forward to is the October 21st doomsday? I'm curious to find out.
Another point - all of this makes me EXTREMELY grateful for the Mormon perspective on Christ's second coming. We tend to focus on the "great" part of the "great and terrible day of the Lord." You say 2nd coming, and generally speaking, Mormons will start picturing the scene from 3rd Nephi where Christ comes, heals the sick, allows the people to touch his wounds, and teaches them incredible lessons about love and prayer. In the background of this picture, the primary song is singing: "I wonder when He comes again, will herald angels sing? Will Earth be white with drifted snow, or will the world know spring? ... I'm sure He'll call His little ones together round His knee, because He said in days gone by, 'Suffer them to come to Me.'" Sunshiney, no? The Mormon picture of the 2nd coming is a pretty far cry from "You non believers will all be BURNED!!!" There is the idea that the wicked will be brought to justice, but the focus tends to be on how wonderful it will be to live with Christ. More than that, the ideas of Judgment that exist are much more fair, throwing the concept of mercy for everyone, not just the believers, in with the justice, and they emphasize the perfection of God, how He is fair to everyone, not His wrath on mankind.
So, to sum it all up, I'm glad I get to watch this take place, but I'm also really glad I don't believe a lick of it. My beliefs about God, Christ, and the second coming are much better.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
ALIEN ANTHROPOLOGISTS FROM SPACE!!!
Have you ever wondered what someone would think if they had absolutely no clue what our society was like, and took the time to observe our customs? Like, if they were aliens from outer space, and came as anthropologists to observe Earth customs? Now, that said, they'd probably be very confused by the variety of Earth customs because, as we know from Star Wars, Star Trek, and every other classic science fiction story, each planet has a set of customs that is uniform throughout the entire planet, but unique to that particular system. Oh, and typically their climate is pretty uniform throughout as well.
So, let's pretend our alien anthropologists landed in America, realized the Americans firmly believed their culture was the universal culture of the planet, and the aliens believed it too. What would they write about us in their "Understanding Earth" textbooks, meant for all the little tykes preparing to understand our culture so they can come preach their Imperialist propaganda and assimilate us into the Galactic Confederation of Oppressed Systems United Under Their Eternal Love for the Puppet Figurehead Ruler Who Is Controlled By His Power-Obsessed Mother (see! I'm getting so good at Sci-Fi!)?
I had this question tonight as I watched the ball drop at Time Square. It was QUITE the occasion:
Count down! Ten... nine... eight... seven... thirty two... eighty six... five hundred and ninety two thousand, six hundred seventy one... six... five... four... three... banana... two... one... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Confetti! Fireworks! People laughing! People crying! People swaying back and forth, hugging each other, pointing at the cameras! It was like the occasion they had been waiting their whole lives to see!
The alien anthropologist steps back to observe the celebration and all the euphoria. He pulls out his notebook.
"Elation bordering on hysteria," he writes. "What is this momentous occasion? What is being celebrated? Such excitement! This event is either once in a lifetime, or has great religious significance. A celebration of their deity, perhaps?"
"Excuse me," he says to a passerby. "But, can you tell me what is going on? What is this great event we are celebrating here tonight?"
The passerby gives him a weird look. "Oh, dude, you are so wasted!" And then he walks away.
Our alien anthropologist is perplexed. "I haven't wasted anything. I've made excellent use of my resources. And what is a dude?"
He asks the same question to another random stranger, curious about the reaction he's going to get.
The random stranger lifts his head, one eye closed, the other half open, his mouth attempting to form words. "Aw, man! ... Happy new year, man... your skin is blue... or maybe it's periwinkle... yeah... happy new year... new years, man... It's the NEW YEEEAACCCGGH!" The stranger then proceeds to puke on the alien anthropologist.
The alien takes a sample of the puke in a metal vial, then returns to his notebook. "Celebration of the New Year. This festival happens annually. Earth has deified the concept of time... perhaps even personified it, creating the 'Father Time' I have heard them mention so much. These people consider themselves the children of time, and the beginning of a new year is a time of great celebration and religious zeal."
He then returns to his ship, and tells his superiors he has identified a concept that can be used to preach Imperialism of the Galactic Confederation to the citizens of Earth. They award him with the outer space equivalent of the Nobel Conquest prize. Congratulations on your excellent observations, dear alien anthropologist.
Meanwhile, the rest of us who are NOT at Time Square hang out, eat pizza, and think, "Oh. It's 2011 now. Cool. I hereby resolve to lose weight, exercise regularly, and donate more to charity. Ooh! Five cheese with pepperoni AND pineapple! Yes! My life is complete!"
So, let's pretend our alien anthropologists landed in America, realized the Americans firmly believed their culture was the universal culture of the planet, and the aliens believed it too. What would they write about us in their "Understanding Earth" textbooks, meant for all the little tykes preparing to understand our culture so they can come preach their Imperialist propaganda and assimilate us into the Galactic Confederation of Oppressed Systems United Under Their Eternal Love for the Puppet Figurehead Ruler Who Is Controlled By His Power-Obsessed Mother (see! I'm getting so good at Sci-Fi!)?
I had this question tonight as I watched the ball drop at Time Square. It was QUITE the occasion:
Count down! Ten... nine... eight... seven... thirty two... eighty six... five hundred and ninety two thousand, six hundred seventy one... six... five... four... three... banana... two... one... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Confetti! Fireworks! People laughing! People crying! People swaying back and forth, hugging each other, pointing at the cameras! It was like the occasion they had been waiting their whole lives to see!
The alien anthropologist steps back to observe the celebration and all the euphoria. He pulls out his notebook.
"Elation bordering on hysteria," he writes. "What is this momentous occasion? What is being celebrated? Such excitement! This event is either once in a lifetime, or has great religious significance. A celebration of their deity, perhaps?"
"Excuse me," he says to a passerby. "But, can you tell me what is going on? What is this great event we are celebrating here tonight?"
The passerby gives him a weird look. "Oh, dude, you are so wasted!" And then he walks away.
Our alien anthropologist is perplexed. "I haven't wasted anything. I've made excellent use of my resources. And what is a dude?"
He asks the same question to another random stranger, curious about the reaction he's going to get.
The random stranger lifts his head, one eye closed, the other half open, his mouth attempting to form words. "Aw, man! ... Happy new year, man... your skin is blue... or maybe it's periwinkle... yeah... happy new year... new years, man... It's the NEW YEEEAACCCGGH!" The stranger then proceeds to puke on the alien anthropologist.
The alien takes a sample of the puke in a metal vial, then returns to his notebook. "Celebration of the New Year. This festival happens annually. Earth has deified the concept of time... perhaps even personified it, creating the 'Father Time' I have heard them mention so much. These people consider themselves the children of time, and the beginning of a new year is a time of great celebration and religious zeal."
He then returns to his ship, and tells his superiors he has identified a concept that can be used to preach Imperialism of the Galactic Confederation to the citizens of Earth. They award him with the outer space equivalent of the Nobel Conquest prize. Congratulations on your excellent observations, dear alien anthropologist.
Meanwhile, the rest of us who are NOT at Time Square hang out, eat pizza, and think, "Oh. It's 2011 now. Cool. I hereby resolve to lose weight, exercise regularly, and donate more to charity. Ooh! Five cheese with pepperoni AND pineapple! Yes! My life is complete!"
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Zombie Apocalypse of... Vacation?
It's official. I am a zombie.
Yep, that's right, I am now a member of the undead.... though mostly dead.
In those rare moments in which I am not konked out on my bed... or the couch... or my mom's bed... or the floor by the fire... I am struggling to keep myself conscious. Right now, as I sit on the floor with my back against the couch (the whole of which is being occupied by my ipod-playing little brother, who probably doesn't even realize that I'd really like to sit on it... that's called a communications break down, children. When the person who wants to sit on the couch does not mention to the person hogging the couch that she wants to be a person sharing the couch, but simply sits on the floor by the couch thinking about how her brother who is hogging the couch needs to be zapped by a mutant lightning bug so that he will turn a niiiice, crispy, black color with his hair standing straight up, then we have a gap in communication. Pretty sure I'm the source of that gap.)
Where was I?
Ah yes, being a zombie.
Anywho, as I sit here on the floor, I look to my right, and my cat - a lovely Siamese specimen who answers only to "Your Majesty" or "Master" - is curled up in a ball, hugging her tail and sleeping peacefully. I can see the rise and fall of her little stomach, and I am filled with such a jealous rage that SHE can sleep WHENEVER she so desires for AS LONG as she might wish, that the flesh on my face starts falling off, and I start talking like, "GRAHW MRAHW NANANAHR!!!! roarsqueak," and I suddenly want to go chew on her sides.
Actually, in all honesty, I kinda do want to go chew on her, just because she'd leap about 50 feet in the air, making the only noise she knows how to make ("HHHHGGGCCCCCHHHHH!" that's a, um, hiss, if you couldn't tell), and her tail would poof out to roughly the size of a canoe.
But I digress.
I am a zombie.
What is it about my body that has abandoned the sunny world of the living to go snooze for about 75% of my vacation? I just don't get it! I sleep full nights and sleep in the days, and want to sleep when I'm not sleeping. My family tells me not to worry about it - I've had a rough semester and my body is trying to catch up from the stress, and replace its depleted chemicals and recuperate and all that. It IS true - my body does feel like it's finally letting go of the tension that has been making my shoulders ache for the last 3 or 4 months. My Daddy has been irreplaceable in that aspect - his massages are sublime!
BUT! I'm losing my vacation to my exhaustion! I know the point of vacations is to relax (OR mega-stress yourself out from trying to do everything you want to do in the limited amount of time you have - but this isn't that kind. This is a nice week at home, playing with my family, and resting up), but really! The relaxing is making it nigh impossible to spend the time with my family that I would like to spend!
Alright, I resolve that tomorrow I shall stay awake the WHOLE day. No more zombie nappy nap time. I shall no longer be among the undead.
Which means, I have about 3 remaining seconds to go all zombie-freak, chomp my little brother in the stomach and tickle him off one of the couch cushions.
Bwah. ha. ha.
GRAHW MRAHW NANANAHR!!!!
Wow. He just kinda looked at me and said, "You realize you just smacked your head into my knee, right?"
Zombie fail.
Yep, that's right, I am now a member of the undead.... though mostly dead.
In those rare moments in which I am not konked out on my bed... or the couch... or my mom's bed... or the floor by the fire... I am struggling to keep myself conscious. Right now, as I sit on the floor with my back against the couch (the whole of which is being occupied by my ipod-playing little brother, who probably doesn't even realize that I'd really like to sit on it... that's called a communications break down, children. When the person who wants to sit on the couch does not mention to the person hogging the couch that she wants to be a person sharing the couch, but simply sits on the floor by the couch thinking about how her brother who is hogging the couch needs to be zapped by a mutant lightning bug so that he will turn a niiiice, crispy, black color with his hair standing straight up, then we have a gap in communication. Pretty sure I'm the source of that gap.)
Where was I?
Ah yes, being a zombie.
Anywho, as I sit here on the floor, I look to my right, and my cat - a lovely Siamese specimen who answers only to "Your Majesty" or "Master" - is curled up in a ball, hugging her tail and sleeping peacefully. I can see the rise and fall of her little stomach, and I am filled with such a jealous rage that SHE can sleep WHENEVER she so desires for AS LONG as she might wish, that the flesh on my face starts falling off, and I start talking like, "GRAHW MRAHW NANANAHR!!!! roarsqueak," and I suddenly want to go chew on her sides.
Actually, in all honesty, I kinda do want to go chew on her, just because she'd leap about 50 feet in the air, making the only noise she knows how to make ("HHHHGGGCCCCCHHHHH!" that's a, um, hiss, if you couldn't tell), and her tail would poof out to roughly the size of a canoe.
But I digress.
I am a zombie.
What is it about my body that has abandoned the sunny world of the living to go snooze for about 75% of my vacation? I just don't get it! I sleep full nights and sleep in the days, and want to sleep when I'm not sleeping. My family tells me not to worry about it - I've had a rough semester and my body is trying to catch up from the stress, and replace its depleted chemicals and recuperate and all that. It IS true - my body does feel like it's finally letting go of the tension that has been making my shoulders ache for the last 3 or 4 months. My Daddy has been irreplaceable in that aspect - his massages are sublime!
BUT! I'm losing my vacation to my exhaustion! I know the point of vacations is to relax (OR mega-stress yourself out from trying to do everything you want to do in the limited amount of time you have - but this isn't that kind. This is a nice week at home, playing with my family, and resting up), but really! The relaxing is making it nigh impossible to spend the time with my family that I would like to spend!
Alright, I resolve that tomorrow I shall stay awake the WHOLE day. No more zombie nappy nap time. I shall no longer be among the undead.
Which means, I have about 3 remaining seconds to go all zombie-freak, chomp my little brother in the stomach and tickle him off one of the couch cushions.
Bwah. ha. ha.
GRAHW MRAHW NANANAHR!!!!
Wow. He just kinda looked at me and said, "You realize you just smacked your head into my knee, right?"
Zombie fail.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Quote of the Day:
Me: "Yeah, this is the first semester I won't be getting A's or A-'s."
Kamaron: "Yeah, I've gotten 1 B."
Me: "Oh, sad!"
Kamaron: "I got an 86%. It's okay, though, because I got enough other A's in that class that I brought my average up to an A."
Me: "WHAT?!?!?!?! You mean, you got ONE B, on a TEST? I thought you meant, in the class!"
Kamaron: "No. Just on a test."
Me: **eyeroll**
And here I thought I was OCD about my grades.
Kamaron: "Yeah, I've gotten 1 B."
Me: "Oh, sad!"
Kamaron: "I got an 86%. It's okay, though, because I got enough other A's in that class that I brought my average up to an A."
Me: "WHAT?!?!?!?! You mean, you got ONE B, on a TEST? I thought you meant, in the class!"
Kamaron: "No. Just on a test."
Me: **eyeroll**
And here I thought I was OCD about my grades.
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