tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57755832011-11-27T16:35:35.182-08:00Life in metaphor.Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.comBlogger11391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-12065537217197256112008-02-20T21:49:00.001-08:002008-02-20T21:50:03.829-08:00

If anyone still cares to check, I've got a new blog up: A Void In You. Come visit!

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-33521383461463619432007-07-15T22:10:00.000-07:002007-07-15T22:27:58.070-07:00

Anyone who still reads this may notice that I haven't updated for a good two months or so now. What does that mean? Well, effectively, it means that this is the end of the long and winding road I've been traveling through my college years. In the past two months I've finished my spring semester, moved from the apartment where I lived for two years back to my parents house (very temporarily),

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-85888260041982847282007-05-10T13:32:00.000-07:002007-05-10T13:41:03.037-07:00

You've heard the phrase "dodged a bullet"? Well... I just managed to dodge a cannonball.In other news, I turned 23 yesterday, with a small but not unnoticable bit of fanfare. I'm still no wiser, and my problems have not disappeared. Some of them have grown. But I'm more keen to work on them now. I'm back to the psychologist and doctor again. This semester has not been good for me mentally

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-61468499407650001862007-05-07T21:07:00.000-07:002007-05-07T21:13:42.031-07:00

Caring about people is way too hard. And not knowing what's going on with them is worse. It's like a little biting insect in the back of my brain, where I can only forget so long before it's back nipping at me. Or it's an itch that I can't quite scratch, so I just try to ignore it, but when I'm not otherwise occupied, it comes back with all the fury it can muster. In other words, I'm curious

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-7879701965523095182007-04-27T07:47:00.000-07:002007-04-27T08:01:24.605-07:00

Well... I seem to be completely better now. I really, really hope it lasts.I've been busy exploring lately. I think one of the things that prevents me from fully growing up is that I constantly find something to be fascinated with. Right now, it's magic. Tomorrow... I dunno, maybe flowers. Or insects. Or chemistry. But I keep finding subjects that I want to know more about, so I research

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-86352297009193133012007-04-12T07:28:00.000-07:002007-04-12T07:30:00.531-07:00

Feel like shit. Meds not helping. Hot tea not helping. Gone through half a box of kleenexes in the past 24 hours. The cold has migrated to my chest now.Someone shoot me.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-68911125914279192582007-04-11T07:29:00.000-07:002007-04-11T07:34:33.274-07:00

So, between last time I got a cold and this time, I had about a week where I was feeling okay. And now I'm sick again. This sucks.In happier news... Grubbs got a pet rat over the weekend, and she's living with us for the time being. Her name is Lenore. She's a dark blue-gray color, fairly young, and about the sweetest pet you could ask for. She's friendly and cute and curious, and she

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-89152522466940471122007-04-05T11:07:00.000-07:002007-04-05T11:08:13.531-07:00

Kurt Vonnegut's Eight Rules for Writing Fiction.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-23202976473938630102007-03-23T17:40:00.000-07:002007-03-23T17:43:04.238-07:00

I woke up this morning with a scratchy, irritated, sore throat. It hasn't gone away. I'm a bit stuffy and grumpy. Am I sick? Yeah, I'm sick.This is a bad, bad thing. I have too much to do for me to be sick right now. I wonder if I can make it go away by sheer force of will. ....Grrr......Nope, not working. Damn.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-70358833752493935262007-03-22T10:27:00.000-07:002007-03-22T11:01:07.858-07:00

Belief is the conviction of the truth of a statement or the reality of a being or phenomenon. Faith, according to the dictionary, is both belief and trust in something. Thus, one can believe in something, but not have faith in it.I most often hear the terms faith and belief in conversations about the supernatural. People believe in ghosts, aliens, fairies, deities, and whatnot. But do people

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-3398178316395411232007-03-21T19:55:00.000-07:002007-03-21T20:05:43.285-07:00

Well. It's been what, a month? This calls for an update, I guess. But it will be an update dealing with only the most recent of things in my life.I woke up at 2:45 a.m. on Monday, down in the Twin Cities, in a lot of pain. Nick drove me to the hospital, where it was discovered that I had a kidney stone. They gave me some pain medication and ran a CT scan which showed that the stone had

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-2853283639903238492007-02-22T09:05:00.000-08:002007-02-22T09:10:10.974-08:00

It's that time again: the time when I get bored and start cooking weird stuff. So I was looking for lunch today. I was hungry, and bored, and needing something shiny and new and creative. I opened the freezer. Let's see.... chicken, frozen stir fry peppers, tortillas... why yes, I can make something out of these. Then to the cupboard. There's all the usual staples: ginger, curry powder,

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-43794269292578539402007-02-14T06:40:00.000-08:002007-02-14T06:47:36.649-08:00

I am REALLY tired of waking up to below-zero weather. Seriously. This has got to stop.Happy Non-Denominational-Holiday-Named-After-A-Saint-Anyway. Since I am lacking an appropriate person to celebrate with, I shall spend the evening engaging in homework and movie time with friends who are in the same situation.Time for work.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-49467460861879608362007-02-12T14:54:00.000-08:002007-01-26T15:36:56.300-08:00

Nothing new to report. School and work take up most of my time lately, so I don't really do anything worth mentioning. Wish I had something more interesting to say. Angst...I have taken to a new method of helping myself wake up in the morning. After my alarm goes off, I open the curtains and lay in the sun for about ten minutes. It's funny.... I feel like a battery or something, but I really

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-28903540532670086222007-01-26T14:05:00.000-08:002007-01-26T14:07:42.893-08:00

This list is brilliant (and look at the comments, too).I also like the quote in the little square image at the top: "Generally speaking, things have gone about as far as they can possibly go when things have gotten about as bad as they can reasonably get."

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-37747087251183675292007-01-24T13:09:00.000-08:002007-01-24T13:13:17.852-08:00

I've been a klutz for as long as I can remember. People used to tell me that I was just in an "awkward stage" and that I'd "grow out of it." Never have I been possessed with the grace of a dancer or even an average woman with a shopping cart in the aisles of the grocery store. Nope, I'm the one who bumps into things, trips over my own two feet, accidentally slices my hand open when giving a

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-63182115697999810592007-01-23T13:33:00.000-08:002007-01-23T13:39:33.598-08:00

No, not because I have hiccups. Because the day has felt like a case of hiccups. You know--start, stop, jump, stop again. Of the three classes I had scheduled for today, only one was actually held. The other two (including the one I had to wake up at 7 in the freaking morning for) had their starting days pushed back. Thankfully, the final class I went to was actually a class. A short and

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-6929118413089741612007-01-22T11:25:00.000-08:002007-01-22T11:28:52.715-08:00

I just went and bought textbooks for next semester (starts tomorrow, eep!). At first I was excited because there were only three books I needed to buy. I was thinking this would be cheap. I was wrong... so wrong.Long story short, I just spent over $300 on three textbooks. Even the one I managed to find used was over $70. So if you're looking for me tonight, I'll be huddled over my bank

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-8312990312142571822007-01-20T22:41:00.000-08:002007-01-22T11:29:21.651-08:00

Ah, the last few days before classes start up again... Funny, but this time I'm not all that eager to go back. It's funny because this will be my last semester. Then, off to make money and become a responsible citizen and whatnot. I am both eager for that to start and uneasy about the whole thing. But there's no pause button on my life (and that's probably for the best). Nothing to do but

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-30864639683975980402007-01-11T21:15:00.000-08:002008-12-08T15:54:21.456-08:00

So with a little help from this tutorial on Craftster, I present to you my new Beatles purse. I made it from a Beatles t-shirt which I loved, but which was in no shape to be worn in public ever again, and a fabric remnant I got at Goodwill for 50 cents. The interfacing I used cost more than the rest of the project, actually... and that was cheap. And now I have a nice, new, one-of-a-kind,

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-69899894285313677032007-01-10T18:38:00.000-08:002007-01-11T08:20:32.453-08:00

Well, blogger's been doing some interesting things with templates and such lately, and I figure I might as well try one of them out (also, having to edit everything "by hand" was getting a bit tedious). Also, I started a blog for my senior project--not as a final means of publishing or anything, but as a way to get me writing more. Check it out here if you're interested.That's about it for now.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-68075423212498421872007-01-08T15:16:00.000-08:002007-01-08T15:20:29.451-08:00

I've got to do something about this whole blogging thing. I mean, I love writing to you guys (those very very few who still read), but I wanna do something.... different. Focused. Not quite sure what.... but I'll let you know when I figure it out.In the meantime, I've been sewing. I made pajama pants. They are pink and soft and flannel, with kitties. I also had a bunch of the fabric left

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-8747158322663047082006-12-14T09:09:00.000-08:002006-12-14T09:11:56.373-08:00

Good news: despite being really, really sore and achy, I don't feel sick anymore. This means that I can finally eat real food again, and hopefully get some work done before I have to go take the first of my finals today. WOOHOO!

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1166035080622901542006-12-13T10:34:00.000-08:002006-12-13T10:38:00.650-08:00

I've had a very rough night, what with the waking up every couple hours and puking and whatnot. Unfortunately, there is still much for me to get done. So I will perservere and survive on saltines, water, and maybe some ginger ale if I can finagle one of my roommates into getting some for me.Fortunately, I know from previous experience (all my other roommates had the exact same thing already)

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1165419914365121852006-12-06T07:44:00.000-08:002006-12-06T07:45:14.393-08:00

It's not what you believe; it's why.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1162886160072028862006-11-06T23:50:00.000-08:002006-11-06T23:56:00.100-08:00

I have discovered love.It is.... CSII got home from work today at 5. My new (non-permanent) roommates were lounging around watching an episode of CSI. So I sat down and watched it with them. Then another one came on. So I watched that. Then another. Then another. We literally watched CSI and CSI: Miami from 5:00 p.m. until 1:00 a.m. Somewhere in there I cooked dinner, participated in

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1162715093565117162006-11-05T00:19:00.000-08:002006-11-05T00:24:53.596-08:00

Tonight, right now, I feel wonderful. I have laughed so much, play-wrestled so much, and just generally enjoyed myself so much that the pain in my back has (probably temporarily) subsided. I spent the evening with my closest friends, not doing anything special, just talking and playing around and working on things for an Iron Kingdoms game I'm running. In short, I am happy. Everyone, smile

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1162419676189364262006-11-01T14:07:00.000-08:002006-11-01T14:22:52.316-08:00

A) FOUR JOBS I'VE HAD IN MY LIFE: 1. Shelving books at the Big Lake Public Library 2. Working at the front desk in Birch Hall 3. Hometowner writer for BSU 4. Web writer (Again, at BSU)B) FOUR MOVIES I WOULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AND OVER: 1. Pirates of the Caribbean 2. Ocean's Eleven 3. Sin City 4. Pulp FictionC) FOUR PLACES WHERE I HAVE LIVED: 1. Socorro, New Mexico

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1161981683874854482006-10-27T13:01:00.000-07:002006-10-27T13:41:23.973-07:00

I'm not really good at being nice if I haven't been awake for at least half an hour.I didn't really mean to be angry or grumpy at my sister on the phone this afternoon. Not really. I was tired, and feeling imposed upon. Apparently my mom told her that she could come visit me for the weekend. She'll be here about the time I get off from work at 5. I didn't find out about this until 1:00 today

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1161624526582648922006-10-23T10:20:00.000-07:002006-10-23T10:28:46.893-07:00

I'm really tired of pain right now.Last night, I had a sinus headache so bad that I could barely sleep. This morning, and in fact for the past week or so, I have been afflicted with pain in my upper back, between my shoulder blades. Getting a nice shoulder rub from Nick helped for part of it, but I have reason to believe that I've got a pinched nerve on the right side, between my spine and

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1161270409894275652006-10-19T08:05:00.000-07:002006-10-19T08:06:49.923-07:00

Please excuse any stupidity, grumpiness, or rampant mood swings on my part today, or really this week. I'm sore, tired, stressed, and hormonal as a bus full of 15-year-old girls.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1161028786700592892006-10-16T12:50:00.000-07:002006-10-16T12:59:46.733-07:00

So I have this one professor. I'm not naming names. Half the time I think he's the coolest prof. ever--his classes are amazing, he knows his subject, and it just happens to be the sort of thing I'm really interested in. Altogether, really good.The other half of the time... well, I can think of a list of names I'd like to call him, but I won't because he may very well be reading this. (Hi!)

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1160034516353254792006-10-05T00:42:00.000-07:002006-10-05T00:48:36.383-07:00

Well, this is aggrivating.I'm stuck in a cycle of nights of "can't sleep" and days of "can't do anything BUT sleep." I laid in bed for a little over an hour, got frustrated, decided to get up, and now I'm freakin' wide awake. At 2:30 in the morning. With class tomorrow at 10. And a sinus infection that just won't give up (feeling a little better, but I still SOUND like I'm sick). The weird

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1159892612172290252006-10-03T09:21:00.000-07:002006-10-03T09:23:32.206-07:00

Found this while perusing stuff on YouTube.True, non?

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1159719498270722842006-10-01T09:09:00.000-07:002006-10-01T09:18:53.983-07:00

Rosie the cat has learned a new trick. The trick is called "Wake Angel up and make her let me in." This trick is accomplished by crawling into my slightly open window, wedging herself up against the screen, and KNOCKING on the WINDOW until I make noise (something along the lines of a groggy "Who's there?"--I swear it sounded like someone was knocking at my bedroom door). Then the mewing begins

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1159459384561210362006-09-28T08:58:00.000-07:002006-09-28T09:03:11.950-07:00

Ass. SOUNDLY. Kicked by world.Lack of sleep = critical.Sinuses clogged. Throat sore. Tongue hurts.Must leave house in t minus 10 minutes.Status: in pajamas, unshowered, half asleep.Yeah, this is gonna be an AWESOME day.Blarg...

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1159411854924411512006-09-27T19:45:00.000-07:002006-09-27T19:54:15.526-07:00

I was working on some homework at my desk (which faces away from the window) when from behind me I heard a high-pitched whiny little meow. This sweet little tidbit managed to climb up to my second-floor window (overlooking part of the roof) and wedge herself between my window screen and the partially open windowpane. So naturally, I grabbed my camera, called my roommate in to see the silliness,

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1158780558861684642006-09-20T12:23:00.000-07:002006-09-20T12:31:39.380-07:00

"Square is not a verb.""It is because I say it is.""It's not if I say it's not.""That's only in your reality.""You don't exist!""Neither do you!""...""See you later?""Yeah, see ya."

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1158002855157279442006-09-11T12:13:00.000-07:002006-09-11T12:27:35.186-07:00

Iced chai is the most perfect drink in the world.I am at work right now. I have very little to do, so I'm blogging. I don't even have much to say. The weekend went okay, thank goodness, so I'm not real upset anymore. Still looking for a new roommate--anyone out there interested?Just as I predicted, starting school has made me feel better and more stable than I was over the summer. Everyone's

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1157698729564277552006-09-07T23:34:00.000-07:002006-09-07T23:58:49.603-07:00

I can't sleep.I got a phone call tonight that shook up my world to a substantial degree. A minor family crisis (no one died, but I can't talk about it right now) means that I'll be going home this weekend after all, and that things are gonna be really weird with my immediate family for a while. I didn't see it coming; no one saw it coming.And for the first time in a long while, I can clearly

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1156966105042865462006-08-30T12:16:00.000-07:002006-08-30T12:29:48.606-07:00

You don't realize how many stairs there are on this campus until it becomes painful to use them.Every day, at a minimum, I go up and down four flights of stairs. If I'm working on a particular day, that triples. And that's just if I go to work, go to class, then go straight home and stay there. I mean, I know that most buildings around here have elevators, and if I needed to, I could use them.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1156909096108742242006-08-29T20:25:00.000-07:002006-08-29T20:38:38.256-07:00

Bad news: I think I screwed up my ankle somehow. Walking hurts. Stairs hurt like hell. It has done this before, tho. It might even be better by tomorrow morning. My muscles/tendons/joints are screwy sometimes.Better news: Brigit's Cross is awesome. And I'm not talking about drinking there (tho I've been assured by other that that is also awesome). I went last night with a few guys I know

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1156747745446121082006-08-27T23:48:00.000-07:002006-08-27T23:49:05.480-07:00

the Observer Thanks for taking the test ! you chose BZ - your Enneagram type is FIVE."I need to understand the world"Observers have a need for knowledge and are introverted, curious, analytical,and insightful. How to Get Along with Me Be independent, not clingy. Speak in a straightforward and brief manner. I need time alone to process my feelings and

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1155755669045364262006-08-16T12:08:00.000-07:002006-08-16T12:14:29.106-07:00

Just a tad bit. I have about a million really important things to do before school starts again in two weeks, and it's got me running a little scared. Plus work. I'm torn between propelling myself along purely on nervous energy and curling up in a little ball of sleep deprivation. I'm gonna check with my boss and see if I can get tomorrow off so I can work on the things that really need to be

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1155236371451153952006-08-10T11:53:00.000-07:002006-08-10T11:59:32.166-07:00

The music from Les Miserables is possibly the most inspiring, heartbreaking, beautiful thing I have ever heard. I'm not one to cry at movies or books, but there are at least three songs in here that I can think of that make me get all misty and teary-eyed ("I Dreamed a Dream", "A Little Fall of Rain", and "Finale", specifically). And "Master of the House" pretty much always makes me laugh out

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1154444249325951312006-08-01T07:55:00.000-07:002006-08-01T07:57:29.350-07:00

They're testing the fire alarms in the building I work in today. They're loud and buzzy and giving me a headache, and getting on my very last nerve. If this doesn't quit soon, I'm probably gonna start twitching and drooling or something.Time for some aspirin... my poor achy head...

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1154355414129466922006-07-31T07:09:00.000-07:002006-07-31T07:16:54.196-07:00

In case y'all didn't notice... it's hot as hell out.I really don't have much to say lately, which explains why I haven't been blogging much. I work a lot, and I play World of Warcraft, and occasionally I read. That's about it. Also, I try to sleep, with varying degrees of success. Insomnia has been rearing it's ugly little head more and more frequently as of late. And the heat makes it

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1153788275385734612006-07-24T17:42:00.000-07:002006-07-24T17:44:35.396-07:00

My two newest favorite things:1. Bleach2. Bento

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1152901732016926882006-07-14T11:25:00.000-07:002006-07-14T11:28:52.076-07:00

Yes I'm back from Chicago. I have been for a while.No, I haven't blogged in a while. I've been busy. Sorta.Why am I blogging now? Because I'm not on my home computer and I need to get back to this site: Strobist: $10 Macro Photo Studio. More later. Maybe even more about Chicago. Especially the "Taste of". Mmm... chicagoy.

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T-minus 12 hours until I hop on a plane bound for Chicago (yes, it's leaving at 5 in the morning, aren't I lucky?). Whee! I'm all packed and ready to go, except for this nagging little EXHAUSTION thing. So I'm gonna go get food for tonight and maybe something to munch on before I have to get on the plane, drop off the check I need to mail, and then come back and do a serious bit of sleeping.

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Ok... I'm back, recovered from the conference and whatever random ailment had me down yesterday (felt like I'd been hit by a truck, all aching muscles and exhaustion and sick in all the ways that make one feel really miserable). So the conference. Everyone keeps asking me how it went. One word: excellent. Can I go back? Please? Day One was last Saturday. At a little after 4, I went to

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1151080729006927582006-06-23T09:37:00.000-07:002006-06-23T09:38:49.023-07:00

This has been the greatest, most exhausting, most exhilirating week ever. I am honestly too worn out to really write about it at the moment, but... wow. Minnesota Northwoods Writer's Conference. Amazing.

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Thank god for rain.Time to sleep.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1150382345299166792006-06-15T07:15:00.000-07:002006-06-15T07:39:05.390-07:00

Judging by the already-interminable first hour of work, this is going to be a LONG day.I must find breakfast now. Perhaps the crackers in my bag? Crackers are a totally nutritious and satisfying breakfast, right?Ok, probably not. Give me a break--it's a quarter after 9 in the morning and I'm tired and hungry.I'm finally registered for next semester, after getting my immunization records taken

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Is it just me or is Blogger having issues lately?So here's some shiny new news for all y'all: I'm taking a trip to Chicago this summer. I just decided on it... um... yesterday. 18 hours ago? Something like that? Anyway. I'll be flying out on the 1st of July and coming back on the 5th. My younger sister (Second City Blog) lives there, and I'm going to visit her for the first time since she

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Working today, of course. They left me in the office all my my lonesome. I've got the phone and a bottle of vending-machine lemonade on one side, a Powerbook with my notes on the other, and right in front of me, a fancy iMac with high speed internet and iTunes radio. You might say that life is good. And you would be right.I spent a good portion of yesterday with my parents and a handful of

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So I'm back from a wonderful weekend spent in Duluth. I have a very nice (mild, thank God) sunburn to show for it, too. My friend Nick is housesitting for a friend's parents for two weeks, so I went up and spent the weekend with him, wandering around Duluth and just generally getting away from Bemidji for a while. So we spent a bunch of time walking the Lake Walk, shopping, eating at nice,

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After looking through and updating my reading list this evening, I decided to look through my shelves and pick out the books I own that are part of this reading list, but which for one reason or another I haven't gotten around to reading (or at least FINISHING) yet. This is a picture of said shelf. I own even more books on the list than that, but many of them are somewhere in boxes either at my

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If you've been wondering why I haven't been posting lately, it's because I'm honestly just really really busy. At the moment, I'm at work--yay for full-time summer employment! I've spent the past sixteen working hours (two days and a little bit--the first couple hours of my first day were devoted to getting introduced to everyone and finding out what I'm working on) doing web research and

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1147524397344657582006-05-13T05:43:00.000-07:002006-05-13T05:46:37.353-07:00

Thanks for all the happy birthday wishes, everyone! I'm really sleepy right now, but I have to be at work in twenty minutes, so... I worked form 6 to midnight last night, and then from 8 to noon this morning. Ok, probably later than noon... might stay til 1 or so, until most everyone is checked out of the dorms. Then I will come home and sleep for an hour or two. And then I will go visit

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1147201262203420382006-05-09T11:59:00.000-07:002006-05-09T12:02:42.786-07:00

Considerate IdealistFrom Brown Eyed Girl

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It has been an interesting night. It's after 5 a.m. and I haven't been to bed yet. But I have a good reason.Around 10:00 p.m., my friend Nick called and told me that his computer had died--the computer with his entire portfolio on it, including all of his projects for the semester. Understandably, he was upset. I have a computer that's very similar to his, and he wanted to come over and see

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1146666906315834892006-05-03T07:34:00.000-07:002006-05-03T07:35:06.326-07:00

It's ok to be angry. Anger doesn't mean hatred.

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Burned out.I think I'm gonna take a quick nap before work.Gah.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1146553400139171062006-05-02T00:02:00.000-07:002006-05-02T00:03:20.150-07:00

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1146119460094305912006-04-26T23:30:00.000-07:002006-04-26T23:33:02.933-07:00

...why I don't like spring.It's not because of finals.It's not because of the birds outside waking me up. (Birds, could we talk about this? The constant twittering at 6 a.m.? STOP THAT.)It sure as hell isn't the lack of snow or oppressive heat.I don't like spring because I AM ALLERGIC TO EVERYTHING. Snif.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1146033585627079182006-04-25T23:38:00.000-07:002006-04-25T23:39:45.640-07:00

I love my camera. And the sunshine. And the fact that it's finally spring.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1145976007276615192006-04-25T07:34:00.000-07:002006-04-25T07:40:07.350-07:00

I'm not panicking right now. The pills must be working. I have to go to class in about fifteen minutes, I'm exhausted, and my project isn't done. Why am I not panicking?Because the end is in sightI can see the lightIt is oh so warmAnd oh so brightAlso I'm apparently starting to come up with random rhymes off the top of my head. Certifiably crazy. But not panicked. I need socks now. Too

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1145943250647032282006-04-24T22:29:00.000-07:002006-04-24T22:35:13.070-07:00

I walked into Nick's room tonight with my digital camera and told him to strip. This is the look I got:You'd think I'd never stolen his belt before.

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Well, since I've already given Google ads free reign over my site, I might as well post an ad of my own.Grubbs and I are looking for a roommate, male or female, for the 2006-2007 school year (staring at the end of August). Second floor, 3-bedroom apartment is quiet and close to campus (easy walking distance). Rent is approximately $200/month, including all utilities except electricity and phone

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1145907927501727002006-04-24T12:43:00.000-07:002006-04-24T12:45:27.503-07:00

Yeah, I added ads to my page. I'm a poor college student; maybe they'll make me a little money. Anyway, you should click on 'em for me. Pretty please?Yay for joining capitalist society?

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Ok, I think I'm done with the redesigning. Tho I'm not too thrilled with the all-white background. But it loads a heck of a lot faster than the image used to. If you haven't noticed by now, this redesign is a way of my distracting myself from the fact that I can't concentrate on my homework right now to save my life. It's spring, dammit! Time for something new that doesn't involve me sitting

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1145829053923232262006-04-23T14:48:00.000-07:002006-04-23T14:52:03.533-07:00

You'll probably notice that I'm working on a blog redesign. Mostly cuz I want to find an interesting new look for myself. It's not done, of course (are these things ever really done?) but I wanted to at least get the new title bar up. If it still looks the same as always to you, just refresh the page.Now back to homework and such. Blech. So much to do before the end of the semester...

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Rivers is done!I slept last night almost completely without anxiety. I've got a lot of work to catch up on now, but it all seems doable. The book turned out beautifully and the reception was awesome. Time to dance around and sing!

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I got an internship at the Northwoods Writer's Conference!Also, Happy Easter!I'm at my parents' house right now, typing on their computer (which only very recently got high-speed internet) and petting a very demanding orange tabby cat. There's a ham in the oven, cheesy potato casserole and devilled eggs in the process of being made, fixings for fruit salad still in the fridge... And a big bag

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1144946968844611082006-04-13T09:43:00.000-07:002006-04-13T09:49:28.936-07:00

I realize that, to some people I know in the English department, what I say next is going to sound like sacrelidge. I'm going to say it anyway.Letting a writer teach you how to live is like letting an art critic teach you how to paint.Sure, they can point out the good points and flaws in your work, but if they were actually good at doing it themselves, they'd be creating and not just standing

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I just created a minor miracle.I need to sleep now.

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There is now a glimmer of hope waving delicately in front of my face. The world seems just a bit brighter.Also, I saw the first robin of spring. He was pretty and didn't fly away from me. Finally, winter is gone.

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My eye is twitching. It does that every so often. Usually when I'm stressed.

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I am literally sick with stress right now. As in, trying not to vomit in terror and nervousness. Right now, I want nothing more than to curl up into a little hole and hide from all responsibility. I don't want to be in charge any more; I don't want to be responsible anymore. But I can't run away now. I can't do anything but face the coming days. Two more goddamn weeks of Rivers stuff, and

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I am eating a hunk of homemade white bread, slathered with Prickly Pear Cactus jelly. Both of these items were gifts (bread from my Dad, jelly from my friend Nick). In combination, they are delicious.

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I figured out why I don't like to read Flannery O'Connor, or really a lot of short-story writers: I don't like their characters. They write about people whose personalities are so distasteful to me that I would never want to be in the same room with them, let alone dig around in their brains like reading a story would require me to do. They're all people who have forgotten that life can be

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I am minorly confused and majorly frustrated. It seems that I have entered some sort of communication black hole this semester, where random (very important) e-mails get lost or otherwise disappear, while spam flows in by the bucketfuls. Also phone messages. Blah. I think my e-mail is cursed or something. Stupid e-mail.

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1143407504320940982006-03-26T13:10:00.000-08:002006-03-26T13:11:44.346-08:00

Aren't you proud of me?

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It is snowing this morning.Two words: not cool.

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This is a movie my sister helped produce for a contest.Warning: the movie contains lots of bad language. Very bad language. Don't watch it if you're going to be offended. Also, it's about 20 minutes long.But it has my sister in it, so it's gotta be good, right?

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1142582765087503332006-03-17T00:05:00.000-08:002006-03-17T00:07:20.380-08:00

This is my Google Page RankArticlesMy Google PRClick on the link and enter your URL to see what your rank is.

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I occasionally question the wisdom of people leaving me to my own devices in order to survive. Case in point: tonight's dinner.Last night, I made pasta with an Italian sausage/tomato sauce. It was very good, but I had some sauce left. When I make pasta sauce, it resembles Prego less than it does, say, sloppy joe filling. I make my sauces thick, and thus put them on good hearty pastas.In any

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1142324030617413922006-03-13T23:57:00.000-08:002006-03-14T00:13:50.726-08:00

I've been back for a day and a half, but I've been too tired to write. In any case... I'm home now. And I miss Nick already. :( But I'll see him again on Saturday, and in between, I've got plenty to keep me busy. The real reason I decided to post now is because I think the three songs I downloaded (legally, from iTunes, of course) tonight must say something about my (crazy, varied) taste in

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So apparently I'm not leaving tomorrow to take Nick to the airport as planned.I'm leaving tonight.There's a big snowstorm blowing into Bemidji around 2 a.m. this morning, and it will hit it's peak around 9 a.m. tomorrow. Since I don't want to be driving in that, we'll be heading out as soon as I get off of work, around 8:00. We'll spend the night at my parents' old house in Big Lake, I'll drive

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It's nights like this that I dread.I've been sitting at my computer, simultaneously playing a little bit of my game and mulling over all my problems, when a song comes on from the random collection on my iPod that makes me miss a certain friend of mine. Then the song right after it comes on, which makes me miss yet another friend of mine. And I realize that I am lonely. So for tonight, I am

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Not much to say. Life is busy and sorta sucks sometimes. Okay, really sucks a lot of the time, actually. But today was nice. I got my blood test results back and they say that I'm 100% normal. Hehe... right, normal.In lieu of making up something brilliant, I will now offer you my most favorite quote that I was recently reminded of in a dream:Celebrate with me that every day something has

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Yup, it's that time of year again. The day before Lent starts--Fat Tuesday. I used to take this all rather seriously, you know. Now, not so much. But I'm still a big fan of Mardi Gras.I mean, how can you not love a crazy celebration that comes at the tail end of a season that calls itself "The Feast of the Flesh" (Carnival)? Mardi Gras is church-sanctioned revelry in the finest "give them

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If you're tagged, replace the person who tagged you's answer after each question and go on to tag five more people.Ooh... lessee...Katie (Hi sis!)BrookeMollySharonGrubbsanyone can get tagged if they want to.What were you doing 10 years ago?That'd be 1996... so... I'd be in sixth grade or so? Middle school. Middle school sucked. But I was probably writing stories about houses haunted with

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I had two dreams last night, only one of which I'm going to share this morning.I dreamed about a rainstorm. I was sitting in the parlor at my old house with my Dad, talking. I could see through the windows that it was raining lightly outside. It was mid-afternoon. Then suddenly the sky started to get dark--almost twilight-dark. I ran into the living room and saw a heavy sheet of rain

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So I'm home today, feeling lousy. My head's a little addled from the cold medicine and just generally feeling icky, so I'm working on a project that doesn't take much brain power. My friend Nick gave me a bag of leather scraps and the task of creating patchwork "zombie" dice bags for our friends. He would be doing it himself, but he's busy and I wanted to give it a shot. So I've been

Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798877576391736979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5775583.post-1140632253157329552006-02-22T10:17:00.000-08:002006-02-22T10:17:33.176-08:00

What Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.com

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So I think I'm getting sick.I'm not any particular sort of ill. I have a vaguely sore throat and the beginnings of a bit of chest congestion or something. But I'm sleeping. Funny that my sleep patterns are how I can tell that I'm sick. For the past... well, it's been a long time, I've been having all sorts of insomnia issues. Can't fall asleep, keep waking up and having a hard time getting

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You are Marianne Moore. You are one weird poet whois totally obsessive-compulsive. Thankfully,people think you are harmless and somewhatlike you and your work. Which Famous Modern American Poet Are You? brought to you by Quizilla

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These are really cute. REALLY CUTE!

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