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In a text-based world, I'm beautiful. My favorite things in life: *cocoa *hugs *banana paraphernalia (chips, smoothies, ice cream....) *knowing that I am understood. *good pens/pencils *writing down my thoughts *serving *conversations of the deep sort. *spending time with those that I love. *a cleansing bunch of noise once in a while *quiet the rest of the time *blogging my lil heart out *understanding *noticing the little things that generally don't matter. *being just a little bit different *pretending to be a poser "You must do the things you think you cannot do." -Eleanor Roosevelt. This is straightforwardly me. |
| Cure for AIDS and HIV? http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/4432564.stm Somehow I doubt it. There was likely a mix up at the lab with his initial tests. He never had it to begin with. It says that he never required medication. What do you think? |
| Looking back, there's one person who really helped me insert myself into life at WDC. Just by being there, this person taught me things, and gave me confidence in myself. He's always willing to lend an ear, and a bit of advice. He taught me how to change my handle (that's who's to blame!), how to link in scroll, what many of the internet lingo/acronyms meant, and he told me about the best image enhancer ever... He probably would be very humble or astonished if he knew that I wrote this. So I won't mention his name. But thank you! |
| Finally I'm tired. I just stretched in a 'I'm so tired' way, and now I'm yawning. This is good. Insomiaradne may now go to bed. Yes, yes. I've stopped being shocked about the hours I keep. As long as once in a while I get more than 6 hours of sleep at a time, who cares? But I have to go to bed before I start thinking that I'm not as tired as I thought I was. Yes, yes. Bed. Bed, bed, bed. |
I'm not sure what type of mood I'm in. I've never had such a mood-swingy time. I'll be happy and smiling as I begin to type one word, and depressed and wanting to cry by the time I'm done.  It's making for a very interesting paragraph. Hannah and I went shopping today. Got manicures. The whole bits. I bought only a few things. A prezzie for my brother's birthday, and a hat% scarf for myself. If I just cry I'll feel better, but I can't manage it. |
| I had every intention of quitting NaNo this week. But I'm not gonna. I'm just moving it down some on my priorities list. I'll do it after homework, now. And I don't think I'll nano at all on Wed, tue, or mon. And I don't know how I'll catch up.  Wordcount for today is supposed to be 16,670 words. I'm at 7,000 some odd words. I guess this is a wry, "I'll keep writing." |
| I never thought that my sister could write something so kind about me: http://www.xanga.com/almostdevine Read it before she writes another. |
| I miss my brother. I miss my girls. I miss having dinner the home-made way. I miss having a cat purring on my lap. I miss free-time. I miss being happy all the time. (I'm doing much better, though) I miss being sweet to everyone, all the time, and no-one thinking that it was forced. I miss being a good student. I miss my 3.3 GPA. I miss Dad. He was never a very good dad, but I still miss him. I miss my grandpa... I always knew that he loved me. I miss feeling that people honestly cared. I miss people asking about my day. I miss it when Sam and KC would pat me on the head and say, "Oh Sue, I love you." I miss thinking that my writing was decent. I miss thinking that I was any good at something. I miss being able to cry. I miss cuddling with people I love. ........ I miss dealing with anxious feelings in a way that I knew worked. I think I'll go to bed now. |
| Well, while Kelli and I were experimenting with the burrito idea, we had about 3 people walk up and say, "That's a really good idea Kelli!" Ah, well. I only really wanted the attention to boost my ego. It's pretty big at the moment..... |
| Be prepared for me to brag. That's right. One of my managers called me while I was off duty. No biggie. Out of the ordinary, but it's by no means extraordinary. Kelli: Aradne, you work tonight, yes? Me: Hey Kelli, yeah, I do... Kelli: Okay, well you know all that taco meat we've got? Me: Yeah... I think we've got 12 boxes of it... K: Yeah, well I'm trying to think of a way to get rid of some of it... M: Besides ultimate nachos? K: Well... Yeah. M: How about tacos or burritos? K: We don't have any shells.... M: Just steal some wraps from deli...... K: Now there's an idea. Hey, what time do you plan to come in tonight? M: I was planning on 9:30, unless you need me to be in earlier? K: Will you come in at 9 to help me experiment with this? M: No problem. Yeah, it rocks to be me. |
| Ha. I've defeated the first day of NaNo. I think I can do this. No, really I do. Wish me luck!!! |
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And when you think about it, what kind of a Christian you are is really between you and God, strictly. Never feel ashamed of falling short. If God wanted us to be perfect today, we certainly would be. 