Wrapped Up In Books

As promised, here is the meme Rachel tagged me in a few days ago....


Rules -
Pick up the nearest book.
Turn to page 123.
Find the 5th sentence.
Copy down the next three sentences.
Pass it along.


So my lines are from You Suck by Christopher Moore. My dad suggested it yesterday, and gave me a copy for my trip, but I haven't started it yet.

"I'm not intimidated - because I know that her boobs are fake. And it's so obvious that they hunt the nosferatu that it's not even funny. Inside, I was like: 'Ha, suck my spiky rubber strap-on, vampyr hunter!'"


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What has my dad just given me??
o_O



Oh, and I guess as far as 'passing it along' goes, I will open it to all interested parties, since I'm not sure who may have done this one before. If you haven't, do it! It only takes a few moments, and as my entry indicates, the results can be pretty entertaining....

The Sound of Settling

Dearest blogbuds,

Rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated. For as much as I'd like to attribute my absence to landing a job, alas, this is not so. But I have been applying like mad, so it's only a matter of time...right??


I am back in Michigan on a semi-permanent basis (excluding a visit to family this weekend, and of course I would move back to Illinois if I got hired there!) with my parents. I have not spent considerable time here since before graduating high school - I spent my college summers working at a Boy Scout camp about 50 miles north - and it is a somewhat surreal experience. I keep expecting to see familiar faces in the area, though in fact most of my graduating class has left for greener pastures.

This morning my dad and I went for a walk around town. It was quite pleasant (though not nearly as much as yesterday's walk, since it was much more humid today). Part of our wanderings included a stroll down a bike path that follows a creek running through town. I remember wading in it with Frank and Spenser, picking up freshwater clams and prising them open to look for pearls (I did, once, find two pearl-ish growths embedded in the inner wall of a shell), nervously chasing crayfish, and watching the seemingly overnight influx of Japanese water snails, which we took home and put in a fish tank. We saw a great blue heron on both days of our walk, watching us imperviously from the middle of the creek. Though I admit, ever since I saw these pictures (first 3), I've been somewhat creeped out by them.


I promise to make more regular appearances, though as I mentioned before, I'll be travelling for most of the weekend, leaving tomorrow, so if nothing else, expect a long update Monday or Tuesday! I also promise to get to Rachel's meme, and I'll be spending some time catching up on everyone's blogs. Thanks for waiting! =)

The Hero Dies In This One

As I leave here today, apartment 108
I'll always keep you in my heart.
Anderson is cold tonight,
The leaves are scattered on the ground.
I miss the seasons,
And the comfort of your smile.

Sometimes this all feels like a dream.
I'm waiting for someone to just wake me up,
From this life.

As I look out at these fairgrounds,
I remember how our family split apart.
I don't think I ever told you,
But I know you always did your best.
And the hard times,
They only made us stronger.

As I sit here all alone,
I wonder how I'm supposed to carry on when you're gone.
I'll never be the same without you,
I love you more then you will ever know.
So maybe now you finally know.
Sometimes we're helpless and alone,
But you can't let it keep you weighted down.
You must go on.

Do you ever feel like crying?
Do you ever feel like giving up?
I raise my hands up towards the sky,
I say this prayer for you tonight,
Because nothing is impossible.

As I sit here all alone,
I wonder how I'm supposed to carry on when you're gone.
I'll never be the same without you,
I love you more then you will ever know.
So maybe now you finally know.
Sometimes we're helpless and alone,
But you can't let it keep you weighted down.
You must go on.

(The hardest part isn't finding what we need to be, it's being content with who we are.)

Stay who you are.

This Is Not An Exit

ookkay...I hope everyone out there enjoyed their holiday weekends.

As much as I'd like to say that I stuffed myself silly, got drunk and played with fireworks...my brain had other ideas.

To make a long and painful story short, the firework gods frowned on me and decided that July 4th of this year should be my inauguration into OH MY %*$%ING GOD THAT REALLY HURTS Land. In other words, I got a migraine. Now I knew they run in my mom's side of the family. I knew that they could be quite dehabiliating. But I was completely unprepared for the crushing pain that would focus on my left temple and have me dry heave until I nearly choked. There I was, sprawled on the bathroom floor in the basement of my sister's house, while a party (yes, dear god, a PARTY. With noise. And shouting. And stomping.) raged upstairs. I wanted to die, or at least kill the source of the noise.

Instead, I was half-carried, half-dragged out of the house (pausing every few feet to spread bile liberally on the lawn) to my dad's car and driven to the hospital. I don't recall much of the ride (the very act of lifting my head to the moving window made everything feel 9025823 times worse), but we made it just fine, with minimal vomiting. I had a CAT scan done (after they made me take a pregnancy test, much to my father's embarrassment. And I couldn't even walk to the bathroom for the test, so I had to be placed in a wheelchair! More fun.) and they put in an IV to replace my fluids.

Now, I consider myself to be a fairly tough and resilient person. At age 3, I fractured my skull just below my right ear. I have also sprained an ankle, wrist and thumb (don't ask! I didn't even know it was possible!) and got it in the head with a rock less than an inch away from my eye. I have had blood drawn on countless occasions, bone marrow tests, bleeding times, and so on. Not much fazes me anymore. But this...this was different. This stopped my world, my very being. For those of you who have ever had migraines, you have my sincerest sympathies. And if you haven't, I am truly envious. I feel pretty much back to normal these days, the Vicodin helped a LOT, but now that I know I am a 'migraine sufferer' - as I've heard the term used in commercials - I am now hyper-alert to any sign or twitch of something being off, something telling me I'm on the inexorable road to a migraine.

Definitely *not* how I wanted to spend my Independence Day.

Though on a brighter note, my Jennypendence Day was just fine!

I Wanna Be Sedated

So I'm not sure what to make of this 'Twitter' business. Rachel uses it, as does the author of one of my favourite webcomics, but I don't know if it's for me. I mean, I do make use of the status application on facebook pretty regularly, but I'm not sure if I need to use yet another webthing (besides blogger, facebook, twentysomethingbloggers, and myspace...ok, I'm seriously considering deleting the last one). Besides, right now my life is definitely not exciting enough to require such frequent updates:


8:00 AM - wake up

8:15 AM - morning ab workout

9:00 AM - breakfast

9:30 AM - shower

10:30 AM - 12:30 PM - playing with Diana, on the internets for job searches, plus blogging and facebook

1:00 PM - lunch

1:30 PM - 5:30 PM - more internets, playing with Diana, the pool (if it's nice out)

6:00 PM - dinner

6:30 PM - 8:30 PM - playing with Diana (seeing a pattern here?)

8:30 PM - 10:00 PM - internets, phone with Ben

10:00 PM - The Daily Show

10:30 PM - The Colbert Report (heh, though Ben says I'm 'not allowed' to watch it any more...sheesh, you have one little sex dream about Stephen Colbert.... ;)

11:00 PM - 12:00 AM - 2 episodes of Home Improvement

12:00 AM - internets until I get tired....


So yeah, that's my day. I think I'll hold off on Twitter until I get a job.

Brown-Eyed Girl

Signs that You Have Been Spending A Lot of Time With Diana:

- you are perfectly accepting of a cake with just about any ingredient
- you are used to carrying around a stuffed armadillo and speaking in a Southern accent
- you dread the sound of whistling
- you know who Goo-Goo is
- you know that anything you own is now hers (like my dog)
- you have memorized several episodes of Clifford the Big Red Dog and the Doodlebops
- you understand that answering 'why' the fire engine is red will turn into a philosophical discussion about the meaning of life
- you know that anything you say is likely to be repeated at an awkward moment
- you are now adjusted to her sleeping schedule (though you take advantage of it and rest while she naps)
- you know that it is possible to run the bases 100 times in less than a minute
- you are used to naming everything in the house (such as cat toys)
- you know that nothing you are doing is as important as what she wants RIGHT NOW (not that she's whiny...just very persistent)
- you know that Mickey Mouse Club House is the best website, ever
- you know all of the Cedar Point roller coaster videos by heart


and lastly, but most importantly....

you have the urge to make an announcement every time you fart!



hehe!