Today was my last day at work! Yes!!!!
Not that I didn't like my job -- it was actually a pretty good job. It could get a bit boring at times, especially when I was working full-time, but I'm sure it was better than many office jobs in that respect. There were a variety of tasks, and interesting people to talk with. I am sad to be leaving. After all, I've worked there since late August, 2001. I've spent more time at that job than in any one class, or even in Women's Chorus and Chorale together. And I will have to get a new job to pay the rent; a job which, because it is new, I will not have mastered. I will have to learn again. I have nothing against learning, mind you, not in principle. The trouble with learning is that I want to be perfect, and learning makes it painfully clear that I am not.
There are two kinds of striving towards perfection: one is not afraid of growth, for growth is a part of the adventure. Another kind, the kind I am susceptible to, does not truly strive at all, but avoids any situations which will spoil the illusion. The appearance of perfection is crafted with care in order to protect the soul from suffering, which leads (slowly) to true perfection. I came across a quote recently which described quite well my feelings on growth, in my more depressed moments, at least:
"A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free.
What she had begun to learn was the weight of liberty. Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it." -The Tombs of Atuan (#2 in the Earthsea books) by Ursula K. Le Guin
Nonetheless, at the moment, I'm just glad that my vacation really is here finally! I had graduated, but vacation had not truly arrived until now.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Fridge Cleaning
The number of roommates in the apartment has been dwindling day by day, until now I am the last one remaining. I win! Er, something... I guess it's nice having the place to myself, although in general I prefer to live with lots of people, simply because I always have. But I'm going to be spending enough time at my parents' house in the upcoming days that having a quiet place to come back to will be good, it should keep me from going into people overload.
Today, wondering if I had any tuna or soup I'd put in the refrigerator earlier and forgotten about, I began examining some of the random containers in there. The results were not pretty. There are some drawbacks to having five people living in one apartment; one of them is that people put leftovers in the fridge and the leftovers sort of get lost in the crowd, and then... well, "out of sight, out of mind." It's easy to think that your own leftovers actually belong to someone else, and so some are never claimed. They sit there, rotting, until some poor soul is foolish enough to investigate. It's truly amazing how many varieties of mold exist in our world. And the sheer quantity in some of those little tupperware bowls! I mean, would you like a little pasta with your mold?!
Today, wondering if I had any tuna or soup I'd put in the refrigerator earlier and forgotten about, I began examining some of the random containers in there. The results were not pretty. There are some drawbacks to having five people living in one apartment; one of them is that people put leftovers in the fridge and the leftovers sort of get lost in the crowd, and then... well, "out of sight, out of mind." It's easy to think that your own leftovers actually belong to someone else, and so some are never claimed. They sit there, rotting, until some poor soul is foolish enough to investigate. It's truly amazing how many varieties of mold exist in our world. And the sheer quantity in some of those little tupperware bowls! I mean, would you like a little pasta with your mold?!
Thursday, December 16, 2004
My mind is going... I must be getting old. Or wait, I know! I'm studying Japanese!
The last couple days I've been working on Japanese, primarily on learning Hiragana (one of the writing systems). Today I came across a symbol which didn't look familiar -- two circles, one on top of the other -- so I went to another website where I could easily look at all the Hiragana symbols. Nope, it wasn't there. Then I looked at the Katakana. Nope, not there either. I began to wonder if they'd thrown in Kanji, which they hadn't done yet in those lessons. I looked at the sentence, and figured out that the symbol meant eight. That was when it struck me -- the symbol was the regular symbol for the number eight -- 8! It was in a weird font, so it didn't look quite like normal... but wow.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Apartment Chatting
Rachel has joined the chat.
Liz[10:49:30 PM]: Who's Dr. Ciocci?
Liz[10:49:33 PM]: LOL
Liz[10:49:35 PM]: Rachel!
Liz[10:49:40 PM]: What are you doing here?
Marcy[10:49:41 PM]: he teaches intro to logic
Rachel[10:49:43 PM]: Rachel has gone to bed
Rachel[10:49:45 PM]: ;-P
Liz[10:49:46 PM]: Ah, ok
Rachel[10:49:48 PM]: oh wait
Marcy[10:49:51 PM]: oh, i was going to say she woke up
Rachel[10:49:52 PM]: I'm at my desk
Rachel[10:49:54 PM]: crap
Liz[10:49:58 PM]: LOL
Marcy[10:50:10 PM]: lol too, if you couldn't hear me....
Rachel[10:50:13 PM]: I woke up because I was thirsty
Liz[10:50:28 PM]: I thought I heard someone wandering around the house...
Rachel[10:50:36 PM]: so of course the best thing to do when one is thirsty is to immediately check bubbs
Liz[10:50:55 PM]: Oh, yes, because that will quench your thirst so fast...
Marcy[10:51:01 PM]: of course! (that's what I always do when I'm thirsty)
Liz[10:51:12 PM]: Just drink up that addictive Bubbs-juice!
Marcy[10:51:13 PM]: or when you're thirsty
Marcy[10:51:19 PM]: when anyone's thirsty, really
Rachel[10:51:20 PM]: I was having a dream that I had to give a presentation about the job skills test I took this morning
Marcy[10:51:33 PM]: that's an odd dream
Liz[10:51:34 PM]: Eeeew
Liz[10:51:43 PM]: I'd be thirsty after a dream like that, too
Marcy[10:52:21 PM]: i counter your job skills presentation dream with... BUBBS!
Rachel[10:52:46 PM]: ahhhhhhhh!!!!
Liz[10:52:47 PM]: Wow, is it like some sort of game now?
Liz[10:52:50 PM]: /ponder
Rachel[10:53:12 PM]: I think I also woke up because of a severe lack of teen girl squad in my diet
Rachel[10:53:18 PM]: I should fix that
Liz[10:53:18 PM]: LOL
Marcy[10:53:20 PM]: yes, the question is: what sort of dream?
Marcy[10:53:31 PM]: i mean, what sort of game?
Rachel[10:53:33 PM]: No! I want to go back to sleep! No cartoons! Yes cartoons! AHHHHH!
Liz[10:53:46 PM]: Mmmmm.... cartoons....
Liz[10:53:52 PM]: They taste like chicken
Rachel[10:54:00 PM]: so does bubbs
Liz[10:54:13 PM]: Bubbs tastes like digital chicken
Liz[10:54:35 PM]: I have no idea what type of game it is... just that it's fun
Marcy[10:54:56 PM]: "cartoon" and "chicken" have the same # of letters, and they both start with "c". They must be related somehow.
Liz[10:55:11 PM]: They have the same uncle
Marcy[10:55:16 PM]: ahhhh
Liz[10:55:32 PM]: Uncle Chester
Rachel[10:55:37 PM]: cheese
Marcy[10:55:45 PM]: Ah, that's better than Uncle Carlote
Rachel[10:55:52 PM]: eeeeewwww
Liz[10:55:56 PM]: Uncle Carlote?!
Marcy[10:56:08 PM]: You know, like I very large Uncle Carl
Marcy[10:56:42 PM]: sorry, like a very large, not like I very large
Liz[10:57:17 PM]: "Like I very large..." Don't torment your English major roommate with bad grammar!
Rachel[10:57:38 PM]: oh dear... an english major and a lingust
Marcy[10:57:51 PM]: I wasn't going to say it, I was just typing fast and my fingers made a mistake... I grovel in humble apology.
Liz[10:58:28 PM]: Darn right. Groveling humbleness is a suitable penance
Liz[10:58:42 PM]: It also tastes good with jam
Rachel[10:58:45 PM]: my dad used to make me do that
Rachel[10:58:55 PM]: er, wait... no, he did it when I was mad at him
Rachel[10:59:13 PM]: usually made me a little more mad, but I could never keep from laughing
Marcy[10:59:14 PM]: mmmm... groveling humbleness... hey, don't you mean groveling humility? Aren't you the English major?! (=
Liz[10:59:35 PM]: Shush!
Liz[10:59:53 PM]: Don't question the English major on matters of grammar!
Liz[11:00:00 PM]: Or spelling!
Liz[11:00:05 PM]: Or fragmented sentences!
Marcy[11:00:23 PM]: I won't... question her, exactly...
Marcy[11:00:33 PM]: Never!
Liz[11:00:37 PM]: Or how I know it tastes good with jam...
Marcy[11:01:18 PM]: How... do you eat it with jam? Does it taste kind of like bread?
Liz[11:01:30 PM]: Sort of
Liz[11:01:41 PM]: It's a bit more gritty
Liz[11:02:15 PM]: Oh, wait, no, I was wrong. It's not groveling humbleness that tastes good with jam. It's gravelly hummice.
Rachel[11:02:31 PM]: LOL!!!
Marcy[11:02:32 PM]: that would explain the grit
Liz[11:02:40 PM]: Exactly
Marcy[11:03:08 PM]: Mmmmm.... gravelly hummice... just what I always wanted!
Liz[11:03:18 PM]: With jam!
Marcy[11:03:23 PM]: Right!
Liz[11:03:55 PM]: Gravelly hummice with jam! Infinitely better than spam!
Marcy[11:04:15 PM]: That's the best slogan I've heard in a while
Rachel[11:04:46 PM]: and thus is it now on my blog
Marcy[11:05:08 PM]: how do you suppose peanut butter and jelly tastes on gravelly hummice?
Liz[11:05:16 PM]: I'd eat it at lunch, dinner, breakfast or brunch, oh, gravelly hummice and jam!
Liz[11:05:28 PM]: Hmmm...
Liz[11:05:33 PM]: I don't know, I've never had it
Rachel[11:05:37 PM]: I like green eggs and jam
Rachel[11:05:39 PM]: er, spam
Rachel[11:05:40 PM]: lamb
Rachel[11:05:43 PM]: hm
Rachel[11:05:48 PM]: iamb?
Liz[11:05:49 PM]: LOL
Rachel[11:05:57 PM]: Pam!
Rachel[11:06:03 PM]: oh wait, I don't know a Pam
Liz[11:06:04 PM]: Does iamb taste like a foot?
Rachel[11:06:17 PM]: no, more like a sort of pentameter
Marcy[11:06:25 PM]: ow, i do not like gravelly hummice and jamb, i do not like it, Sam I Am!
Liz[11:06:37 PM]: Jamb?
Liz[11:06:45 PM]: Now we're eating doors, eh?
Marcy[11:06:51 PM]: Yeah, you know, like a door jamb.... yes.
Rachel[11:07:05 PM]: ::chews thoughtfully::
Marcy[11:07:59 PM]: do you suppose that's why there was blood on the door jamb downstairs in the library? Someone lost a tooth on itL
Marcy[11:08:06 PM]: ? not L
Rachel[11:08:12 PM]: eeeeeeewwww
Rachel[11:08:23 PM]: you're not supposed to eat them when they're raw
Marcy[11:08:29 PM]: ooooooohhhhhh
Marcy[11:08:35 PM]: oops
Rachel[11:08:37 PM]: medium rare, at least. sheehs.
Liz[11:08:52 PM]: That's right. They have to be slowly grilled over mesquite
Liz[11:09:04 PM]: With barbecue sauce
Marcy[11:09:06 PM]: otherwise they're almost as bad as grape nuts
Liz[11:09:06 PM]: And jam
Rachel[11:09:11 PM]: but be careful not to get West Nile Virus
Liz[11:09:28 PM]: Yeah, and grape nuts are pretty bad :P
Rachel[11:09:32 PM]: Mesquitos.... barbecued oat cereal
Marcy[11:09:44 PM]: yum, yum
Liz[11:09:54 PM]: Barbecued oak cereal
Rachel[11:09:58 PM]: and jam
Liz[11:10:12 PM]: On jamb
Rachel[11:10:22 PM]: BLAM!
Marcy[11:10:33 PM]: slam
Liz[11:10:38 PM]: Don't slam the jam in the jamb!
Liz[11:10:46 PM]: D***
Liz[11:10:53 PM]: Marcy said slam first
Rachel[11:10:55 PM]: lol
Marcy[11:11:24 PM]: that's no excuse
Liz[11:11:35 PM]: For?
Marcy[11:11:38 PM]: beats me
Marcy[11:11:45 PM]: uh, jam
Liz[11:11:54 PM]: Well, it shouldn't. It's not nice to beat people
Rachel[11:11:55 PM]: don't beat yourself. that's not wise.
Liz[11:12:12 PM]: Stop reading my thoughts, you freaks!
Marcy[11:12:12 PM]: i like how you were both typing that at the same time...
Marcy[11:12:15 PM]: yeah
Marcy[11:12:58 PM]: but it's so fun being a telepath...
Marcy[11:13:01 PM]: or maybe not
Liz[11:13:33 PM]: Ick, I wouldn't want to be a telepath
Liz[11:13:42 PM]: I don't want to know what guys are thinking about me
Rachel[11:13:49 PM]: what about a peletatch?
Liz[11:13:53 PM]: Or thinking about meat
Rachel[11:14:05 PM]: it's like a sort of cheetah, only completely different
Marcy[11:14:14 PM]: oh, yes, we like those
Liz[11:14:16 PM]: Cheetahs are nice
Liz[11:14:40 PM]: Does a peletatch have a long, fluffy tail?
Rachel[11:14:54 PM]: several
Marcy[11:14:57 PM]: they run fast. so does this creature at the San Diego Wild Animal Park. It's really tiny, but it can run 60 mph, or something crazy like that. I don't think it's a peletatch, though.
Rachel[11:15:08 PM]: whoa
Marcy[11:15:23 PM]: yeah, it didn't have multiple fluffy tails, couldn't be.
Liz[11:15:43 PM]: I like fluffy-tailed critters
Liz[11:15:48 PM]: The more, the better
Marcy[11:15:57 PM]: let's get some!
Liz[11:16:00 PM]: Yes!
Liz[11:16:09 PM]: Oh, wait, they'll kill Meghan
Marcy[11:16:17 PM]: oops
Rachel[11:16:23 PM]: oops
Liz[11:16:50 PM]: I've been to the San Diego Zoo more times than I've been to Disneyland
Rachel[11:16:59 PM]: wow
Rachel[11:17:03 PM]: I went once when I was a little kid
Liz[11:17:27 PM]: We used to go almost every weekend for a while. It was great.
Liz[11:17:30 PM]: I love animals
Rachel[11:18:49 PM]: yeah... especially cooked.... mmmm....
Liz[11:21:08 PM]: LOL
Liz[11:21:45 PM]: PETA- People for Eating Tasty Animals
Rachel[11:22:04 PM]: YES
Liz[11:22:48 PM]: Hmmm... I'm supposed to be doing a paper....
Liz[11:22:51 PM]: I don't want to...
Marcy[11:23:05 PM]: this is WAAAY more fun
Marcy[11:23:10 PM]: good idea, Liz
Liz[11:23:25 PM]: Yeah, it is way more fun
Marcy[11:23:37 PM]: lots of things are way more fun than papers
Liz[11:23:49 PM]: Although I bet my paper won't take very long, since I'm mostly editing it and adding commentary anyway
Marcy[11:23:55 PM]: yeah
Liz[11:24:11 PM]: I should eat something more than a bowl of cereal and some chocolates for dinner, too
Liz[11:24:19 PM]: Especially seeing how I didn't eat lunch
Marcy[11:24:21 PM]: jam!
Liz[11:24:38 PM]: Gravelly hummice and jam!
Rachel[11:24:41 PM]: door jam!
Rachel[11:24:42 PM]: b
Marcy[11:24:53 PM]: infinitely better than spam!
Liz[11:25:15 PM]: I'd eat it for lunch, dinner, breakfast or brunch...
Marcy[11:25:28 PM]: gravelly hummice and jam!
Liz[11:25:34 PM]: And jamb...
Liz[11:25:45 PM]: With the jam...
Rachel[11:25:48 PM]: and dennis
Liz[11:25:58 PM]: And your mom
Rachel[11:26:00 PM]: obvious exists are not dennis
Liz[11:26:36 PM]: Your mom is not Dennis
Rachel[11:26:55 PM]: true, true
Marcy[11:27:01 PM]: i know, let's have joi and rachel both on rachel's computer, and then they can both chat! It's inspired! Or insipid...
Rachel[11:27:07 PM]: I'm going back to bed now
Liz[11:27:10 PM]: Awwww
Marcy[11:27:11 PM]: d'oh!
Liz[11:27:26 PM]: So much for dual-teaming Joi and Rachel on one computer
Rachel[11:27:38 PM]: we'd squish it
Liz[11:27:47 PM]: Possibly
Liz[11:27:56 PM]: But it would be fun squishing!
Rachel[11:27:59 PM]: Edward doesn't like being squished
Marcy[11:27:59 PM]: don't want that
Rachel[11:28:03 PM]: she's very sensitive
Liz[11:28:04 PM]: ...
Marcy[11:28:07 PM]: squished computer jam
Liz[11:28:08 PM]: Edward?
Rachel[11:28:23 PM]: Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the IV
Rachel[11:28:35 PM]: she's a girl
Marcy[11:28:40 PM]: i sense a virus in that last name
Liz[11:28:40 PM]: That's an excessively long name for a computer
Rachel[11:28:40 PM]: girl computer, I mean
Liz[11:28:46 PM]: Mine is called Gir
Rachel[11:28:50 PM]: Ed made it up herself
Marcy[11:29:00 PM]: mine is called, "hey, you, computer!"
Marcy[11:29:05 PM]: I'm kind of like a dad that way
Rachel[11:29:12 PM]: every watch Cowboy Bebop?
Marcy[11:29:19 PM]: only a teeny bit
Liz[11:29:19 PM]: Yeah
Liz[11:29:41 PM]: It was very good
Rachel[11:29:50 PM]: Ed is named after that Ed
Liz[11:30:03 PM]: Oh, alright. That makes sense now
Marcy[11:30:08 PM]: my computer's named after... well, sequentially, after me
Rachel[11:30:15 PM]: I guess then, that her proper name would actually be Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky V, not IV
Liz[11:30:18 PM]: You should name the hum Ein, since it's always with your computer
Liz[11:30:38 PM]: Your computer's name is Marcy???
Liz[11:30:47 PM]: *hub, not hum
Marcy[11:30:58 PM]: no, just... i should say chronologically after me
Rachel[11:31:09 PM]: I'm thinking about naming my car Ien
Marcy[11:31:10 PM]: i was going to say, her computer's not that noisy
Rachel[11:31:11 PM]: er, Ein
Liz[11:31:17 PM]: Well, considering when computers came into being...
Rachel[11:31:21 PM]: either Ein or Igor or Hey Steve
Liz[11:31:28 PM]: LOL
Liz[11:31:33 PM]: I like Hey Steve
Rachel[11:31:40 PM]: so does everybody else
Liz[11:31:50 PM]: Ooooh, you should name it Sweet Cuppin' Cakes!
Rachel[11:31:55 PM]: LOL
Rachel[11:32:05 PM]: makes it sound like a pimp care
Liz[11:32:15 PM]: Could you see the look on Tim's face when you said, "I'm gonna take Sweet Cuppin' Cakes out for a drive now...."
Rachel[11:32:30 PM]: Hey Steve!
Rachel[11:33:00 PM]: ok, sleep now
Rachel[11:33:02 PM]: night-night
Liz[11:33:02 PM]: Ok
Liz[11:33:06 PM]: Goodnight!
Liz[10:49:30 PM]: Who's Dr. Ciocci?
Liz[10:49:33 PM]: LOL
Liz[10:49:35 PM]: Rachel!
Liz[10:49:40 PM]: What are you doing here?
Marcy[10:49:41 PM]: he teaches intro to logic
Rachel[10:49:43 PM]: Rachel has gone to bed
Rachel[10:49:45 PM]: ;-P
Liz[10:49:46 PM]: Ah, ok
Rachel[10:49:48 PM]: oh wait
Marcy[10:49:51 PM]: oh, i was going to say she woke up
Rachel[10:49:52 PM]: I'm at my desk
Rachel[10:49:54 PM]: crap
Liz[10:49:58 PM]: LOL
Marcy[10:50:10 PM]: lol too, if you couldn't hear me....
Rachel[10:50:13 PM]: I woke up because I was thirsty
Liz[10:50:28 PM]: I thought I heard someone wandering around the house...
Rachel[10:50:36 PM]: so of course the best thing to do when one is thirsty is to immediately check bubbs
Liz[10:50:55 PM]: Oh, yes, because that will quench your thirst so fast...
Marcy[10:51:01 PM]: of course! (that's what I always do when I'm thirsty)
Liz[10:51:12 PM]: Just drink up that addictive Bubbs-juice!
Marcy[10:51:13 PM]: or when you're thirsty
Marcy[10:51:19 PM]: when anyone's thirsty, really
Rachel[10:51:20 PM]: I was having a dream that I had to give a presentation about the job skills test I took this morning
Marcy[10:51:33 PM]: that's an odd dream
Liz[10:51:34 PM]: Eeeew
Liz[10:51:43 PM]: I'd be thirsty after a dream like that, too
Marcy[10:52:21 PM]: i counter your job skills presentation dream with... BUBBS!
Rachel[10:52:46 PM]: ahhhhhhhh!!!!
Liz[10:52:47 PM]: Wow, is it like some sort of game now?
Liz[10:52:50 PM]: /ponder
Rachel[10:53:12 PM]: I think I also woke up because of a severe lack of teen girl squad in my diet
Rachel[10:53:18 PM]: I should fix that
Liz[10:53:18 PM]: LOL
Marcy[10:53:20 PM]: yes, the question is: what sort of dream?
Marcy[10:53:31 PM]: i mean, what sort of game?
Rachel[10:53:33 PM]: No! I want to go back to sleep! No cartoons! Yes cartoons! AHHHHH!
Liz[10:53:46 PM]: Mmmmm.... cartoons....
Liz[10:53:52 PM]: They taste like chicken
Rachel[10:54:00 PM]: so does bubbs
Liz[10:54:13 PM]: Bubbs tastes like digital chicken
Liz[10:54:35 PM]: I have no idea what type of game it is... just that it's fun
Marcy[10:54:56 PM]: "cartoon" and "chicken" have the same # of letters, and they both start with "c". They must be related somehow.
Liz[10:55:11 PM]: They have the same uncle
Marcy[10:55:16 PM]: ahhhh
Liz[10:55:32 PM]: Uncle Chester
Rachel[10:55:37 PM]: cheese
Marcy[10:55:45 PM]: Ah, that's better than Uncle Carlote
Rachel[10:55:52 PM]: eeeeewwww
Liz[10:55:56 PM]: Uncle Carlote?!
Marcy[10:56:08 PM]: You know, like I very large Uncle Carl
Marcy[10:56:42 PM]: sorry, like a very large, not like I very large
Liz[10:57:17 PM]: "Like I very large..." Don't torment your English major roommate with bad grammar!
Rachel[10:57:38 PM]: oh dear... an english major and a lingust
Marcy[10:57:51 PM]: I wasn't going to say it, I was just typing fast and my fingers made a mistake... I grovel in humble apology.
Liz[10:58:28 PM]: Darn right. Groveling humbleness is a suitable penance
Liz[10:58:42 PM]: It also tastes good with jam
Rachel[10:58:45 PM]: my dad used to make me do that
Rachel[10:58:55 PM]: er, wait... no, he did it when I was mad at him
Rachel[10:59:13 PM]: usually made me a little more mad, but I could never keep from laughing
Marcy[10:59:14 PM]: mmmm... groveling humbleness... hey, don't you mean groveling humility? Aren't you the English major?! (=
Liz[10:59:35 PM]: Shush!
Liz[10:59:53 PM]: Don't question the English major on matters of grammar!
Liz[11:00:00 PM]: Or spelling!
Liz[11:00:05 PM]: Or fragmented sentences!
Marcy[11:00:23 PM]: I won't... question her, exactly...
Marcy[11:00:33 PM]: Never!
Liz[11:00:37 PM]: Or how I know it tastes good with jam...
Marcy[11:01:18 PM]: How... do you eat it with jam? Does it taste kind of like bread?
Liz[11:01:30 PM]: Sort of
Liz[11:01:41 PM]: It's a bit more gritty
Liz[11:02:15 PM]: Oh, wait, no, I was wrong. It's not groveling humbleness that tastes good with jam. It's gravelly hummice.
Rachel[11:02:31 PM]: LOL!!!
Marcy[11:02:32 PM]: that would explain the grit
Liz[11:02:40 PM]: Exactly
Marcy[11:03:08 PM]: Mmmmm.... gravelly hummice... just what I always wanted!
Liz[11:03:18 PM]: With jam!
Marcy[11:03:23 PM]: Right!
Liz[11:03:55 PM]: Gravelly hummice with jam! Infinitely better than spam!
Marcy[11:04:15 PM]: That's the best slogan I've heard in a while
Rachel[11:04:46 PM]: and thus is it now on my blog
Marcy[11:05:08 PM]: how do you suppose peanut butter and jelly tastes on gravelly hummice?
Liz[11:05:16 PM]: I'd eat it at lunch, dinner, breakfast or brunch, oh, gravelly hummice and jam!
Liz[11:05:28 PM]: Hmmm...
Liz[11:05:33 PM]: I don't know, I've never had it
Rachel[11:05:37 PM]: I like green eggs and jam
Rachel[11:05:39 PM]: er, spam
Rachel[11:05:40 PM]: lamb
Rachel[11:05:43 PM]: hm
Rachel[11:05:48 PM]: iamb?
Liz[11:05:49 PM]: LOL
Rachel[11:05:57 PM]: Pam!
Rachel[11:06:03 PM]: oh wait, I don't know a Pam
Liz[11:06:04 PM]: Does iamb taste like a foot?
Rachel[11:06:17 PM]: no, more like a sort of pentameter
Marcy[11:06:25 PM]: ow, i do not like gravelly hummice and jamb, i do not like it, Sam I Am!
Liz[11:06:37 PM]: Jamb?
Liz[11:06:45 PM]: Now we're eating doors, eh?
Marcy[11:06:51 PM]: Yeah, you know, like a door jamb.... yes.
Rachel[11:07:05 PM]: ::chews thoughtfully::
Marcy[11:07:59 PM]: do you suppose that's why there was blood on the door jamb downstairs in the library? Someone lost a tooth on itL
Marcy[11:08:06 PM]: ? not L
Rachel[11:08:12 PM]: eeeeeeewwww
Rachel[11:08:23 PM]: you're not supposed to eat them when they're raw
Marcy[11:08:29 PM]: ooooooohhhhhh
Marcy[11:08:35 PM]: oops
Rachel[11:08:37 PM]: medium rare, at least. sheehs.
Liz[11:08:52 PM]: That's right. They have to be slowly grilled over mesquite
Liz[11:09:04 PM]: With barbecue sauce
Marcy[11:09:06 PM]: otherwise they're almost as bad as grape nuts
Liz[11:09:06 PM]: And jam
Rachel[11:09:11 PM]: but be careful not to get West Nile Virus
Liz[11:09:28 PM]: Yeah, and grape nuts are pretty bad :P
Rachel[11:09:32 PM]: Mesquitos.... barbecued oat cereal
Marcy[11:09:44 PM]: yum, yum
Liz[11:09:54 PM]: Barbecued oak cereal
Rachel[11:09:58 PM]: and jam
Liz[11:10:12 PM]: On jamb
Rachel[11:10:22 PM]: BLAM!
Marcy[11:10:33 PM]: slam
Liz[11:10:38 PM]: Don't slam the jam in the jamb!
Liz[11:10:46 PM]: D***
Liz[11:10:53 PM]: Marcy said slam first
Rachel[11:10:55 PM]: lol
Marcy[11:11:24 PM]: that's no excuse
Liz[11:11:35 PM]: For?
Marcy[11:11:38 PM]: beats me
Marcy[11:11:45 PM]: uh, jam
Liz[11:11:54 PM]: Well, it shouldn't. It's not nice to beat people
Rachel[11:11:55 PM]: don't beat yourself. that's not wise.
Liz[11:12:12 PM]: Stop reading my thoughts, you freaks!
Marcy[11:12:12 PM]: i like how you were both typing that at the same time...
Marcy[11:12:15 PM]: yeah
Marcy[11:12:58 PM]: but it's so fun being a telepath...
Marcy[11:13:01 PM]: or maybe not
Liz[11:13:33 PM]: Ick, I wouldn't want to be a telepath
Liz[11:13:42 PM]: I don't want to know what guys are thinking about me
Rachel[11:13:49 PM]: what about a peletatch?
Liz[11:13:53 PM]: Or thinking about meat
Rachel[11:14:05 PM]: it's like a sort of cheetah, only completely different
Marcy[11:14:14 PM]: oh, yes, we like those
Liz[11:14:16 PM]: Cheetahs are nice
Liz[11:14:40 PM]: Does a peletatch have a long, fluffy tail?
Rachel[11:14:54 PM]: several
Marcy[11:14:57 PM]: they run fast. so does this creature at the San Diego Wild Animal Park. It's really tiny, but it can run 60 mph, or something crazy like that. I don't think it's a peletatch, though.
Rachel[11:15:08 PM]: whoa
Marcy[11:15:23 PM]: yeah, it didn't have multiple fluffy tails, couldn't be.
Liz[11:15:43 PM]: I like fluffy-tailed critters
Liz[11:15:48 PM]: The more, the better
Marcy[11:15:57 PM]: let's get some!
Liz[11:16:00 PM]: Yes!
Liz[11:16:09 PM]: Oh, wait, they'll kill Meghan
Marcy[11:16:17 PM]: oops
Rachel[11:16:23 PM]: oops
Liz[11:16:50 PM]: I've been to the San Diego Zoo more times than I've been to Disneyland
Rachel[11:16:59 PM]: wow
Rachel[11:17:03 PM]: I went once when I was a little kid
Liz[11:17:27 PM]: We used to go almost every weekend for a while. It was great.
Liz[11:17:30 PM]: I love animals
Rachel[11:18:49 PM]: yeah... especially cooked.... mmmm....
Liz[11:21:08 PM]: LOL
Liz[11:21:45 PM]: PETA- People for Eating Tasty Animals
Rachel[11:22:04 PM]: YES
Liz[11:22:48 PM]: Hmmm... I'm supposed to be doing a paper....
Liz[11:22:51 PM]: I don't want to...
Marcy[11:23:05 PM]: this is WAAAY more fun
Marcy[11:23:10 PM]: good idea, Liz
Liz[11:23:25 PM]: Yeah, it is way more fun
Marcy[11:23:37 PM]: lots of things are way more fun than papers
Liz[11:23:49 PM]: Although I bet my paper won't take very long, since I'm mostly editing it and adding commentary anyway
Marcy[11:23:55 PM]: yeah
Liz[11:24:11 PM]: I should eat something more than a bowl of cereal and some chocolates for dinner, too
Liz[11:24:19 PM]: Especially seeing how I didn't eat lunch
Marcy[11:24:21 PM]: jam!
Liz[11:24:38 PM]: Gravelly hummice and jam!
Rachel[11:24:41 PM]: door jam!
Rachel[11:24:42 PM]: b
Marcy[11:24:53 PM]: infinitely better than spam!
Liz[11:25:15 PM]: I'd eat it for lunch, dinner, breakfast or brunch...
Marcy[11:25:28 PM]: gravelly hummice and jam!
Liz[11:25:34 PM]: And jamb...
Liz[11:25:45 PM]: With the jam...
Rachel[11:25:48 PM]: and dennis
Liz[11:25:58 PM]: And your mom
Rachel[11:26:00 PM]: obvious exists are not dennis
Liz[11:26:36 PM]: Your mom is not Dennis
Rachel[11:26:55 PM]: true, true
Marcy[11:27:01 PM]: i know, let's have joi and rachel both on rachel's computer, and then they can both chat! It's inspired! Or insipid...
Rachel[11:27:07 PM]: I'm going back to bed now
Liz[11:27:10 PM]: Awwww
Marcy[11:27:11 PM]: d'oh!
Liz[11:27:26 PM]: So much for dual-teaming Joi and Rachel on one computer
Rachel[11:27:38 PM]: we'd squish it
Liz[11:27:47 PM]: Possibly
Liz[11:27:56 PM]: But it would be fun squishing!
Rachel[11:27:59 PM]: Edward doesn't like being squished
Marcy[11:27:59 PM]: don't want that
Rachel[11:28:03 PM]: she's very sensitive
Liz[11:28:04 PM]: ...
Marcy[11:28:07 PM]: squished computer jam
Liz[11:28:08 PM]: Edward?
Rachel[11:28:23 PM]: Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the IV
Rachel[11:28:35 PM]: she's a girl
Marcy[11:28:40 PM]: i sense a virus in that last name
Liz[11:28:40 PM]: That's an excessively long name for a computer
Rachel[11:28:40 PM]: girl computer, I mean
Liz[11:28:46 PM]: Mine is called Gir
Rachel[11:28:50 PM]: Ed made it up herself
Marcy[11:29:00 PM]: mine is called, "hey, you, computer!"
Marcy[11:29:05 PM]: I'm kind of like a dad that way
Rachel[11:29:12 PM]: every watch Cowboy Bebop?
Marcy[11:29:19 PM]: only a teeny bit
Liz[11:29:19 PM]: Yeah
Liz[11:29:41 PM]: It was very good
Rachel[11:29:50 PM]: Ed is named after that Ed
Liz[11:30:03 PM]: Oh, alright. That makes sense now
Marcy[11:30:08 PM]: my computer's named after... well, sequentially, after me
Rachel[11:30:15 PM]: I guess then, that her proper name would actually be Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky V, not IV
Liz[11:30:18 PM]: You should name the hum Ein, since it's always with your computer
Liz[11:30:38 PM]: Your computer's name is Marcy???
Liz[11:30:47 PM]: *hub, not hum
Marcy[11:30:58 PM]: no, just... i should say chronologically after me
Rachel[11:31:09 PM]: I'm thinking about naming my car Ien
Marcy[11:31:10 PM]: i was going to say, her computer's not that noisy
Rachel[11:31:11 PM]: er, Ein
Liz[11:31:17 PM]: Well, considering when computers came into being...
Rachel[11:31:21 PM]: either Ein or Igor or Hey Steve
Liz[11:31:28 PM]: LOL
Liz[11:31:33 PM]: I like Hey Steve
Rachel[11:31:40 PM]: so does everybody else
Liz[11:31:50 PM]: Ooooh, you should name it Sweet Cuppin' Cakes!
Rachel[11:31:55 PM]: LOL
Rachel[11:32:05 PM]: makes it sound like a pimp care
Liz[11:32:15 PM]: Could you see the look on Tim's face when you said, "I'm gonna take Sweet Cuppin' Cakes out for a drive now...."
Rachel[11:32:30 PM]: Hey Steve!
Rachel[11:33:00 PM]: ok, sleep now
Rachel[11:33:02 PM]: night-night
Liz[11:33:02 PM]: Ok
Liz[11:33:06 PM]: Goodnight!
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Last Things
School is practically over now! Forever... unless I go on to grad school someday. There is one assignment I should still turn in, but I'll pass the class and graduate even if I don't, and I really want to be done. I am feeling quite unmotivated. And I'm happy to be done with my 22-page paper and presentation on Violence and its Effects in Northern Ireland. The research was quite interesting, and I think my power-point presentation turned out well. The paper could have been better, but it was decent and I received a decent grade. I hope I didn't write anything in the paper which someone actually from Ireland would know is incorrect. My sources were Irish, but I still felt a little presumptous writing the paper and never having been to Northern Ireland myself.
I've also sung in my last Chorale concert. I think. I mean, I'm graduating, so I doubt I'll ever sing in Chorale again, but then, when I left Chorale last time I didn't think I was going to be in it again either, because at the time I was going to graduate in a year, and I had decided not to be in Chorale that "last" year. Sorry, that was a very long sentence. Anyway, this time I really am graduating. Of course, if I do come back for an M.A. in Applied Linguistics I technically could be in Chorale again, it just doesn't seem likely at the moment. Which is sad -- I really like singing in a good choir. It can be very busy, but it's worth it! Initially I didn't really want to sing in two chapels and two concerts this week, plus rehearsals, but if nothing else, singing the Hallelujah Chorus made it more than worth it. Singing the Hallelujah Chorus was also good because if we hadn't, it would've broken my tradition of singing the alto part every year since 8th grade (and twice one year). I didn't go back to the high school Christmas Concert to sing Silent Night and the Hallelujah Chorus as an alumna this year, and even if I had, they didn't sing them -- new director. It's a stupid tradition for a new director to end, but oh well.
I just finished reading Making Sense out of Suffering by Peter Kreeft the other day. It's an amazing book, I highly recommend it. Everyone should read it. I also went to see Torrey's production of "A Christmas Carol" tonight. It made me cry several times in the first half. I would say that everyone should see it, but it's too late now, it was the last performance tonight -- which means it actually fits in with the theme of this post!
Random Quote:
Me: "I am female. I am an alumna."
Joi: "You are not an alumna. You are a snort!"
I've also sung in my last Chorale concert. I think. I mean, I'm graduating, so I doubt I'll ever sing in Chorale again, but then, when I left Chorale last time I didn't think I was going to be in it again either, because at the time I was going to graduate in a year, and I had decided not to be in Chorale that "last" year. Sorry, that was a very long sentence. Anyway, this time I really am graduating. Of course, if I do come back for an M.A. in Applied Linguistics I technically could be in Chorale again, it just doesn't seem likely at the moment. Which is sad -- I really like singing in a good choir. It can be very busy, but it's worth it! Initially I didn't really want to sing in two chapels and two concerts this week, plus rehearsals, but if nothing else, singing the Hallelujah Chorus made it more than worth it. Singing the Hallelujah Chorus was also good because if we hadn't, it would've broken my tradition of singing the alto part every year since 8th grade (and twice one year). I didn't go back to the high school Christmas Concert to sing Silent Night and the Hallelujah Chorus as an alumna this year, and even if I had, they didn't sing them -- new director. It's a stupid tradition for a new director to end, but oh well.
I just finished reading Making Sense out of Suffering by Peter Kreeft the other day. It's an amazing book, I highly recommend it. Everyone should read it. I also went to see Torrey's production of "A Christmas Carol" tonight. It made me cry several times in the first half. I would say that everyone should see it, but it's too late now, it was the last performance tonight -- which means it actually fits in with the theme of this post!
Random Quote:
Me: "I am female. I am an alumna."
Joi: "You are not an alumna. You are a snort!"
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Saturday, December 04, 2004
First Post
For those I haven't talked to or e-mailed in a while, I'm about to graduate from college. On the 17th, to be exact. I'm not sure what I'm going to do after that. In the long run, I'd like to be a translator. But the Spanish-English language pair is much too competitive, so I need to learn Japanese. (Yeah, yeah, I know it does not immediately follow that I need to translate from Japanese to English, as though the only languages in the world are English, Spanish, and Japanese. But they need native English speakers. And I would like it.) That could take a little while. So in the meantime... well, maybe I'll be a maid for my mom for a month, and then work for my brother as his "programing flunky." It would pay well. On the other hand, it's not a "real" job. Which would make it more pleasant, in some respects. It'd be much more flexible, thus making it easier to learn Japanese. We'll see. I should probably at least apply to some real jobs, and then decide.
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