garnetjello
~Of Birthstones and Gelatin~
~Rraar! I'm Back from the Dead!~
Gee, it has been ages ever since I had posted anything here. Then again, if you're here reading this, I don't think I need to tell you that. Anyway, as far as on-line exposure goes, I tend to go AWOL during the summer. I might lurk around websites, yet I tend to say little. Usually, I return whenever school begins, but I didn't quite do that this year. My school work has kept me on my toes! For about the past week, my focus has been on The Iliad. I've pretty much have been stuck reading that. Don't get me wrong...I like mythology; it's just that my Classical Mythology assignments have been eating my time.
Anyway, I most post more later, I may not. I have plenty on my mind, but today, I feel like being an absolute slug.
Anyway, I most post more later, I may not. I have plenty on my mind, but today, I feel like being an absolute slug.
No Reponses - Your Thoughts?
I never understood exactly why we "are supposed" to appreciate the accomplishments of the dead more than the living. Don't try to read something else into what I'm getting at! What I am trying to say is why do people have this need to suddenly recognize one as "absolutely wonderful" as soon as one passes on? If you don't understand what I mean, think back to whenever Princess Diana had died. One day, hardly anyone in the U.S. could honestly give a "rat's ass" about her; the next day, she is considered such a beautiful person after her death. Don't get me wrong...I think that people should be given credit when it's due, but why should credit be something that is either withheld until death or is invented at death? Considering this, I've noticed two scenarios: those who have had credit withheld are those who probably deserve more credit than they're given; those who've had credit invented for their sake either did not deserve much credit in the first place or have had credit "invented" by people who are improperly taking advantage of death.
Complaining Like Always
I wish that movies were more realistic...No, I don't mean that special effects should be done away nor should fantasy/sci-fi plots be avoided. What I mean is that the charcters and their actions should be more true to life. Hell, a strange fantasy of mine is to see a good film where the characters don't speak with ease, but instead, stutter and slur their words like common folks. I'd love to see a films where the people say "um" more like how day-old people do, or sneeze in the middle of their converstations. I even wish that the people looked more like someone you'd see walking down the street; that would mean that I'd like to see movies where the people have liverspots, scars, wrinkles, cellulite...the whole nine yards. People would pick wedgies, and scratch themselves when needed. Characters would have scratches and bumps like like you and me.
Seriously, are little "flaws" like these so disheartening that we have to cover them up in the latest film? Are we, the human race, so ashamed of these problems on a subconcious level? Honestly, I'm absolutely okay with these kind of things and I'd wish that other people would wake up.
Current Mood/State: lazy
Seriously, are little "flaws" like these so disheartening that we have to cover them up in the latest film? Are we, the human race, so ashamed of these problems on a subconcious level? Honestly, I'm absolutely okay with these kind of things and I'd wish that other people would wake up.
Current Mood/State: lazy
No Reponses - Your Thoughts?
Here's an article I found about a week ago on Yahoo! News regarding the protection of salmon. Is it just me or is this article a bit biased?
"U.S. Rule Change Could Weaken Salmon Protections"
Fri Apr 30, 6:54 PM ET
By Chris Stetkiewicz
SEATTLE (Reuters) - A Bush administration plan to revise protections for endangered Northwest U.S. salmon drew praise from farmers and industry groups, but environmentalists and fishing advocates said future salmon runs would be gutted.
Under the plan, the National Marine Fisheries Service would count salmon raised in hatchery tanks as well as wild fish when determining a species' population, according to excerpts of a draft report of the agency's plan.
A final version is due in June. The plan could alter the fate of some of the 27 species of protected migratory fish if the change in the counting procedure raises population levels beyond thresholds for protection.
"The result will be delisting of some species of salmon from the Endangered Species Act," said Jan Hasselman, Seattle counsel for the National Wildlife Federation. "The protections provided for those species and the funding devoted to their protection and recovery evaporates immediately."
Salmon protection has triggered broad changes in Washington state, Oregon and Idaho, including reduced irrigation to farmers, restrictions on logging and mining and higher hydroelectric rates from dams forced to reserve water to help fish migrate.
The region's iconic fish is prized for food, sport fishing and the sheer spectacle of its annual return to native streams from the Pacific Ocean. The salmon also support dwindling populations of orcas, or killer whales, and other predators and scavengers.
But plenty of people consider the salmon's endangered status a major nuisance.
"I applaud the people that are trying to save species that are endangered," said Gretchen Borck, a lobbyist with the Washington Association of Wheat Growers. "But it might be good that we don't have dinosaurs now. We've gotten oil from the dinosaurs. If we had preserved the dinosaur, we wouldn't have that oil."
The 5,000 farmers WAWG represents often feel they are an endangered species, Borck says, much like Northwest loggers felt they were sacrificed to protect the threatened Northern Spotted Owl in 1990.
"Hopefully this will get us a breather from environmental lawsuits," Borck said. "We have compromised a lot. We have given up acreage, established habitat and stream buffers. We've spent our own money trying to find new best practices."
Builders have also complained about restrictions on home building near salmon habitat and other industrial polluters, including mining companies, have had to adjust.
But salmon also support thousands of jobs in commercial and sport fishing.
"How about the shattered tens of thousands of families that used to rely on salmon fishing," Hasselman said. "Their livelihoods are just as important as the farmers'."
Salmon advocates argue that hatchery fish, though bred from wild stocks, are less able to survive in the wild and may produce offspring more adapted to living in concrete tanks than the Pacific Ocean.
Hatchery fish also mask damage to rivers and wildlife conditions in general, environmentalists argue, the same way pandas in zoos give no indication of the health of their natural habitat.
"As the fish disappear, it shows the ecosystem is increasingly threatened," Hasselman said.
Critics of salmon protection see no genetic distinction between wild and fishery salmon and little benefit to costly measures needed to restore truly wild salmon runs.
"Will we continue to use hatchery fish? I think we will," said Borck. "Will we ever have the salmon that Lewis and Clark described, being able to walk across the river on their backs? Probably not."
"U.S. Rule Change Could Weaken Salmon Protections"
Fri Apr 30, 6:54 PM ET
By Chris Stetkiewicz
SEATTLE (Reuters) - A Bush administration plan to revise protections for endangered Northwest U.S. salmon drew praise from farmers and industry groups, but environmentalists and fishing advocates said future salmon runs would be gutted.
Under the plan, the National Marine Fisheries Service would count salmon raised in hatchery tanks as well as wild fish when determining a species' population, according to excerpts of a draft report of the agency's plan.
A final version is due in June. The plan could alter the fate of some of the 27 species of protected migratory fish if the change in the counting procedure raises population levels beyond thresholds for protection.
"The result will be delisting of some species of salmon from the Endangered Species Act," said Jan Hasselman, Seattle counsel for the National Wildlife Federation. "The protections provided for those species and the funding devoted to their protection and recovery evaporates immediately."
Salmon protection has triggered broad changes in Washington state, Oregon and Idaho, including reduced irrigation to farmers, restrictions on logging and mining and higher hydroelectric rates from dams forced to reserve water to help fish migrate.
The region's iconic fish is prized for food, sport fishing and the sheer spectacle of its annual return to native streams from the Pacific Ocean. The salmon also support dwindling populations of orcas, or killer whales, and other predators and scavengers.
But plenty of people consider the salmon's endangered status a major nuisance.
"I applaud the people that are trying to save species that are endangered," said Gretchen Borck, a lobbyist with the Washington Association of Wheat Growers. "But it might be good that we don't have dinosaurs now. We've gotten oil from the dinosaurs. If we had preserved the dinosaur, we wouldn't have that oil."
The 5,000 farmers WAWG represents often feel they are an endangered species, Borck says, much like Northwest loggers felt they were sacrificed to protect the threatened Northern Spotted Owl in 1990.
"Hopefully this will get us a breather from environmental lawsuits," Borck said. "We have compromised a lot. We have given up acreage, established habitat and stream buffers. We've spent our own money trying to find new best practices."
Builders have also complained about restrictions on home building near salmon habitat and other industrial polluters, including mining companies, have had to adjust.
But salmon also support thousands of jobs in commercial and sport fishing.
"How about the shattered tens of thousands of families that used to rely on salmon fishing," Hasselman said. "Their livelihoods are just as important as the farmers'."
Salmon advocates argue that hatchery fish, though bred from wild stocks, are less able to survive in the wild and may produce offspring more adapted to living in concrete tanks than the Pacific Ocean.
Hatchery fish also mask damage to rivers and wildlife conditions in general, environmentalists argue, the same way pandas in zoos give no indication of the health of their natural habitat.
"As the fish disappear, it shows the ecosystem is increasingly threatened," Hasselman said.
Critics of salmon protection see no genetic distinction between wild and fishery salmon and little benefit to costly measures needed to restore truly wild salmon runs.
"Will we continue to use hatchery fish? I think we will," said Borck. "Will we ever have the salmon that Lewis and Clark described, being able to walk across the river on their backs? Probably not."
No Reponses - Your Thoughts?
I've always liked stuff regarding spirits and UFOs. I'll admit that I believe in those kind of things. (Yet I definitely don't believe every single tale regarding these things.) Sometimes, I like to check out the "Ghost Cams" of the Willard Library.
Look to the left of the oval-shaped painting on the back wall of the room. Am I the only one that sees a face?
About ten minutes later, the strange figure looks a bit faded.
Hmm...More fading...
Getting caught up in something else, I kind of forgot about watching the camera for a bit. When I looked again, I saw nothing.
I absolutely swear I had not altered the above photos in any fashion...For all I know, perhaps the lighting in the room created an illusion or the camera might have been glitchy. I really can't say for certain what I had saw.
Current Mood/State: tired
Look to the left of the oval-shaped painting on the back wall of the room. Am I the only one that sees a face?
About ten minutes later, the strange figure looks a bit faded.
Hmm...More fading...
Getting caught up in something else, I kind of forgot about watching the camera for a bit. When I looked again, I saw nothing.
I absolutely swear I had not altered the above photos in any fashion...For all I know, perhaps the lighting in the room created an illusion or the camera might have been glitchy. I really can't say for certain what I had saw.
Current Mood/State: tired
No Reponses - Your Thoughts?
*cringe*
You know what bothers me greatly? Christian rock. My roommate listens to it so freaking much it isn't even funny. Though, my distaste for it does not stem from her obsession. I disliked it before I met her. I have plenty of reasons why I don't like it, either. No, it's definitely not due to the fact that it contains religious themes. If I said that that were the reason, I would be a hypocrite. I definitely don’t mind church hymns; most of them are pitched ridiculously high, but I don’t mind them otherwise. I always thought that gospel was nice, too. Most of it is so meaningful and upbeat. And, hey, I listen to rock songs with religious themes. Geesh, I love George Harrison’s music and many of his songs are of the religious light.
Christian rock comes across to me as being insincere. Most of the Christian rock I’ve heard seems to lack deep emotion and thrown together. In many ways, it seems so poser-esque. I look at my roommate’s posters of Christian rock bands…All of the people pictured on them seem as if they’re either going for a punk or an emo look. None of them seem to go by an identity that they could call their own. Their music seems to have the same flavor. Most of the songs I’ve heard my roommate listen to try to knock-off the sound of ska or punk. For example, one of the songs she listens to makes me think, “Gee, a Mighty Mighty Bosstones rip-off…” because of its trumpet solo and rhythm. Uh, maybe I’m not so bothered that their sounds are of different rock genres, but none of the groups I’ve heard have their own, distinctive sound. I can’t distinguish whenever my roommate is listening to, say, The Elms or Relient K.*
I think Christian rock comes across as commercializing religion. To be honest, that bugs me. Whenever I first saw those “WWJD?” shirts and related merchandise, I felt uneasy. I constantly thought, “Why do you need something like that? Can’t you try to follow Jesus’ rationalization without merchandise?” Whenever I heard of Christian rock, I felt worse. It upsets me to think that many aren’t bothered how Christianity and materialism are so intertwined. I mean, are you telling me that one becomes “better” if he or she has a bunch of stuff that is supposedly of the religious persuasion? What about those that don’t possess this stuff? Somehow, I get the impression that many think those without such “goods” are impure, evil, or of the negative mindset. That doesn’t settle with me at all.--This thought reminds me of the one Christmas episode of “The Simpsons” where Lisa converts to Buddhism because of her church’s leap into commercialization. Boy, I understood her feelings one-hundred percent!
Also can’t help to feel that Christian rock is a way of altering one’s social status. Many of those who listen to it seem as if they’re telling you, “Hey! I’m listening to Christian rock and that makes me a Christian. Aren’t I special? Aren’t I better than you?” Uh, are you trying to tell me that I’m going to Hell because I don’t like it?† Are you telling me that I’m a bad American? Okey-dokey then…
If I have offended anyone, I am seriously sorry. I do realize that everyone is free to think and like what they want, so please do not deny me that right. I will not deny your right.
*By the by, why is “Relient” spelled like that, not “Reliant”? Is there something I don’t get? I mean, it doesn’t take a knuckle-head to figure out why “The Beatles” is spelled the way it is…but “Relient”?
†While I think about it, let me recall something I told my mom a while ago: I recall saying that if there is a concept of Heaven and Hell that follows the “rules” of conservative Christianity, then I would rather go to Hell because it’s open to more schools of thought, whereas Heaven only accepts certain people. Seriously, this is one of the reasons why Hell seems like an invalid concept to me.
Current Mood/State: frazzled
Christian rock comes across to me as being insincere. Most of the Christian rock I’ve heard seems to lack deep emotion and thrown together. In many ways, it seems so poser-esque. I look at my roommate’s posters of Christian rock bands…All of the people pictured on them seem as if they’re either going for a punk or an emo look. None of them seem to go by an identity that they could call their own. Their music seems to have the same flavor. Most of the songs I’ve heard my roommate listen to try to knock-off the sound of ska or punk. For example, one of the songs she listens to makes me think, “Gee, a Mighty Mighty Bosstones rip-off…” because of its trumpet solo and rhythm. Uh, maybe I’m not so bothered that their sounds are of different rock genres, but none of the groups I’ve heard have their own, distinctive sound. I can’t distinguish whenever my roommate is listening to, say, The Elms or Relient K.*
I think Christian rock comes across as commercializing religion. To be honest, that bugs me. Whenever I first saw those “WWJD?” shirts and related merchandise, I felt uneasy. I constantly thought, “Why do you need something like that? Can’t you try to follow Jesus’ rationalization without merchandise?” Whenever I heard of Christian rock, I felt worse. It upsets me to think that many aren’t bothered how Christianity and materialism are so intertwined. I mean, are you telling me that one becomes “better” if he or she has a bunch of stuff that is supposedly of the religious persuasion? What about those that don’t possess this stuff? Somehow, I get the impression that many think those without such “goods” are impure, evil, or of the negative mindset. That doesn’t settle with me at all.--This thought reminds me of the one Christmas episode of “The Simpsons” where Lisa converts to Buddhism because of her church’s leap into commercialization. Boy, I understood her feelings one-hundred percent!
Also can’t help to feel that Christian rock is a way of altering one’s social status. Many of those who listen to it seem as if they’re telling you, “Hey! I’m listening to Christian rock and that makes me a Christian. Aren’t I special? Aren’t I better than you?” Uh, are you trying to tell me that I’m going to Hell because I don’t like it?† Are you telling me that I’m a bad American? Okey-dokey then…
If I have offended anyone, I am seriously sorry. I do realize that everyone is free to think and like what they want, so please do not deny me that right. I will not deny your right.
*By the by, why is “Relient” spelled like that, not “Reliant”? Is there something I don’t get? I mean, it doesn’t take a knuckle-head to figure out why “The Beatles” is spelled the way it is…but “Relient”?
†While I think about it, let me recall something I told my mom a while ago: I recall saying that if there is a concept of Heaven and Hell that follows the “rules” of conservative Christianity, then I would rather go to Hell because it’s open to more schools of thought, whereas Heaven only accepts certain people. Seriously, this is one of the reasons why Hell seems like an invalid concept to me.
Current Mood/State: frazzled
I am very well aware of the fact that I haven't made an entry for an entire month. I could lie to you and say that I was performing experiment regarding the visitation of my log, but, no, I'll tell you the truth. I needed a break.
Regardless that I didn't purposely set up an experiment, I did confirm something for certain. I have learned that I have difficulty keeping a constant journal.
My journal experiences probably started at the age of eleven. I'm not certain how familiar any of you are with the Amelia's Notebook. (It's the first of a very cute book series by Marissa Moss. The books are mock composition notebooks. Amelia, the main character, writes her experiences in these books. She illustrates her tales with cute pictures and writes all sorts of funny captions to things.) Anyway, I read it and started to keep a log of my own in a spiral notebook. I kept this up inconsistently for a year. This book also contained strange "ads" of mine, short stories, and memories. When I came across the book a few years later, I tore it up and threw it in the trash.
My next (large) attempt with journal writing came whenever the concept of weblogs was young. An on-line friend of mine had given me the URL to his blog. Being intrigued by the concept, I created an account at Xanga (Garnet_Blossom). For the first two months of its existence, I had daily entries...as time had passed, my entries became sparser. I blamed this on a few things: little down time, ancient computer, slow internet connection, and little visitation by others. I tried to restart efforts by changing the color of my blog and such...by the attempts were fruitless. I decided to close my account because I was anal about leaving a sparsely updated blog on-line.
After a year or so (by this time, I had barely started twelfth grade), I decided to buy a diary. It cost me a dollar and had a little padlock. Maybe I could keep up with this journal attempt. I could jot down most of my thoughts. I felt as if my Xanga blog kept me from being truly earnest with myself. Well, I steadily updated it for a while...but then, things became extremely stressful. My father was dying and an aunt of mine was (and still is) being a total bitch. Keeping my journal felt like a chore. I gave it up.
After a few months, things eased up a bit. Maybe I wasn't being as consistent with my writing as I'd like due to the little lock. Oh, physically, it didn't take much effort to undo the lock. But psychologically, the lock seemed like a powerful vice. I bought a cheap, lockless diary. I kept it up inconsistently for about two months. Sick of writing depressing stuff, I stopped.
When it came time to come to college, I decided to bring my lockless diary along. I thought that I could attempt my journal writing again. I believe I only wrote one entry in it the entire time I have been here. I was too concerned about my work.
Whenever winter break came, I visited my friend, Megan. I saw that she had a new blog, courtesy of MindSay. I liked the look of the service and thought about creating another blog. Considering that I had a new computer and the internet speed on campus is fast, I decided to go with the idea. And, well...you know the rest.
So what have I gained from this? I have simply learned that I am not the type that can write journal entries daily. Seriously, I don't know how many of you do it! I think a lot of my mentality has to do with the fact that I don't want to turn a hobby into a chore. I have that problem with many things and I highly doubt that I'll overcome it.
Current Mood/State: retrospective
Regardless that I didn't purposely set up an experiment, I did confirm something for certain. I have learned that I have difficulty keeping a constant journal.
My journal experiences probably started at the age of eleven. I'm not certain how familiar any of you are with the Amelia's Notebook. (It's the first of a very cute book series by Marissa Moss. The books are mock composition notebooks. Amelia, the main character, writes her experiences in these books. She illustrates her tales with cute pictures and writes all sorts of funny captions to things.) Anyway, I read it and started to keep a log of my own in a spiral notebook. I kept this up inconsistently for a year. This book also contained strange "ads" of mine, short stories, and memories. When I came across the book a few years later, I tore it up and threw it in the trash.
My next (large) attempt with journal writing came whenever the concept of weblogs was young. An on-line friend of mine had given me the URL to his blog. Being intrigued by the concept, I created an account at Xanga (Garnet_Blossom). For the first two months of its existence, I had daily entries...as time had passed, my entries became sparser. I blamed this on a few things: little down time, ancient computer, slow internet connection, and little visitation by others. I tried to restart efforts by changing the color of my blog and such...by the attempts were fruitless. I decided to close my account because I was anal about leaving a sparsely updated blog on-line.
After a year or so (by this time, I had barely started twelfth grade), I decided to buy a diary. It cost me a dollar and had a little padlock. Maybe I could keep up with this journal attempt. I could jot down most of my thoughts. I felt as if my Xanga blog kept me from being truly earnest with myself. Well, I steadily updated it for a while...but then, things became extremely stressful. My father was dying and an aunt of mine was (and still is) being a total bitch. Keeping my journal felt like a chore. I gave it up.
After a few months, things eased up a bit. Maybe I wasn't being as consistent with my writing as I'd like due to the little lock. Oh, physically, it didn't take much effort to undo the lock. But psychologically, the lock seemed like a powerful vice. I bought a cheap, lockless diary. I kept it up inconsistently for about two months. Sick of writing depressing stuff, I stopped.
When it came time to come to college, I decided to bring my lockless diary along. I thought that I could attempt my journal writing again. I believe I only wrote one entry in it the entire time I have been here. I was too concerned about my work.
Whenever winter break came, I visited my friend, Megan. I saw that she had a new blog, courtesy of MindSay. I liked the look of the service and thought about creating another blog. Considering that I had a new computer and the internet speed on campus is fast, I decided to go with the idea. And, well...you know the rest.
So what have I gained from this? I have simply learned that I am not the type that can write journal entries daily. Seriously, I don't know how many of you do it! I think a lot of my mentality has to do with the fact that I don't want to turn a hobby into a chore. I have that problem with many things and I highly doubt that I'll overcome it.
Current Mood/State: retrospective
Don't look at me like that!
Yeah, yeah...I've been back at college since Sunday, March 28th. I know, I know I've been neglected this thing. I've been incredibly busy, not to mention that I've been doing all of this work while my precription has been out. That means I've only been running on half a tank of gas.
Well, excuse me...I need a nap badly. I'll post another entry later tonight.
Well, excuse me...I need a nap badly. I'll post another entry later tonight.
No...I'm not back yet...
Sorry, folks...I left you without saying "goodbye." I was in a rush to leave.--Anyway, I'm posting from my aunt's computer. I decided to visit her today; I'm now spending the night at her house.
Typically, I'm a very prompt person. Whenever I am told to be at a place by a certain time, I am likely to arrive at least five or ten minutes early. If I am ever late, which is very rare, I usually have a good execuse. I don't get it how so many people act in such a slow fashion with their actions. I'm driven up the wall by people who constantly arrive after designated times and have no excuse. I think back to my short membership with the Rainbow Girls. (And to be honest, that's something that I don't take much pride in mentioning...I wish I were never a Rainbow Girl in the first place...I'll tell you more about this another day...) Our leaders told us to arrive at 9:30 A.M. for the meetings...Well, being the prompt person I am, I came at 9:20 A.M. The next member wouldn't usually arrive until 9:45 A.M. After a few meetings, I learned that our meetings were actually intended to start at 10:00 A.M.; we were only told to arrive at 9:30 A.M. because the leaders knew how notoriously most of the members were at arriving to meetings and, well, everything else. If most of the girls were told to come at 10:00 A.M., most of them wouldn't probably arrive until 10:30 A.M. To be honest, I think that the leaders should have told the girls that the meetings were at 10:00 A.M. and if they did not arrive to meeting by 10:10 A.M. without pertentent cause, then those girls would not be allowed to attend that particular meeting. I mean, geesh, do those girls think that it's cute to be really late to events or what? Boy, are they going to take a toll whenever they get out into the "real world."
On a similar note, I hate how there are certain people that make others have to wait because of them. One of the girls on my dormitory floor is such a slug. Whenever a bunch of us want to go to somewhere on campus, and she is invited, we have to wait about twenty minutes on her. (Ha...I haven't been asked to come along with these folks for ages. The Hell with them!) Usually, our wait is due to goofy nonsense, such as her talking to someone via IM or her watching the end of a T.V. show. I seem to be the only one that finds this extremely rude. Am I nuts to think this? I never thought so, but maybe I'm wrong...
Current Mood/State: unable to sleep
Typically, I'm a very prompt person. Whenever I am told to be at a place by a certain time, I am likely to arrive at least five or ten minutes early. If I am ever late, which is very rare, I usually have a good execuse. I don't get it how so many people act in such a slow fashion with their actions. I'm driven up the wall by people who constantly arrive after designated times and have no excuse. I think back to my short membership with the Rainbow Girls. (And to be honest, that's something that I don't take much pride in mentioning...I wish I were never a Rainbow Girl in the first place...I'll tell you more about this another day...) Our leaders told us to arrive at 9:30 A.M. for the meetings...Well, being the prompt person I am, I came at 9:20 A.M. The next member wouldn't usually arrive until 9:45 A.M. After a few meetings, I learned that our meetings were actually intended to start at 10:00 A.M.; we were only told to arrive at 9:30 A.M. because the leaders knew how notoriously most of the members were at arriving to meetings and, well, everything else. If most of the girls were told to come at 10:00 A.M., most of them wouldn't probably arrive until 10:30 A.M. To be honest, I think that the leaders should have told the girls that the meetings were at 10:00 A.M. and if they did not arrive to meeting by 10:10 A.M. without pertentent cause, then those girls would not be allowed to attend that particular meeting. I mean, geesh, do those girls think that it's cute to be really late to events or what? Boy, are they going to take a toll whenever they get out into the "real world."
On a similar note, I hate how there are certain people that make others have to wait because of them. One of the girls on my dormitory floor is such a slug. Whenever a bunch of us want to go to somewhere on campus, and she is invited, we have to wait about twenty minutes on her. (Ha...I haven't been asked to come along with these folks for ages. The Hell with them!) Usually, our wait is due to goofy nonsense, such as her talking to someone via IM or her watching the end of a T.V. show. I seem to be the only one that finds this extremely rude. Am I nuts to think this? I never thought so, but maybe I'm wrong...
Current Mood/State: unable to sleep
No Reponses - Your Thoughts?
Spring break is coming up soon. I'm not doing anything special for it. I don't care either...I think that going to the beach during spring break is a bunch of tripe. (I think it's pathetic that people actually enjoy the whole spring break MTV stereotype...Probably a bunch of them are posers...) Anyway, grumbling set aside, I'm going home. I probably won't do much and that's fine. Sometimes, people need moments like that. I'll get to spend some time with my cats. Here are pictures of them:
Here's Macadamia. She's a sweet little thing. She's shy, but once she gets to know you, she's very friendly.
This is Cashew. He is very nosy. He always has to see what his sister, Macadamia, is doing. He's not the brightest creature, but he's social.
Aw, they're so tired. They're kind of hard to tell apart from the back, but Cashew is the larger of the two.
I miss my cats. I've always had cats around me every since I was young. I suppose they're kind of like the siblings I never had. I'll definitely be glad to spend some time with them.
Current Mood/State: sleepy
Here's Macadamia. She's a sweet little thing. She's shy, but once she gets to know you, she's very friendly.
This is Cashew. He is very nosy. He always has to see what his sister, Macadamia, is doing. He's not the brightest creature, but he's social.
Aw, they're so tired. They're kind of hard to tell apart from the back, but Cashew is the larger of the two.
I miss my cats. I've always had cats around me every since I was young. I suppose they're kind of like the siblings I never had. I'll definitely be glad to spend some time with them.
Current Mood/State: sleepy
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