"It's Beauty That Killed The Beast!"

This morning, I awoke with great anticipation for the day ahead. I looked out my window and my heart sank. The street outside my house was flooded. Now, you have to understand one thing, the street outside my house is the busiest one in the town I live in. It had rained all night and there was no way for traffic to get out of town. In our case we could barely get out of our driveway. We went on an exploratory expedition to see how bad the damage really was(by 'we' I mean my whole family, brother-in-law, and a few guests that couldn't get home because of the rain the night before). We piled thirteen people into the back of the truck and then went one-hundred yards before we came to a dead end. The roads were completely drowned in water, not to mention lots of houses and cars. It was so surreal to see homes that I drive by almost every day half submerged in water. We went back home where I proceeded to call Holly to make sure that everything was okay. She was home by herself and stranded. I suddenly went into rescue/panic mode. I had to get her to my house safely and soon. I started getting really snippy at the rest of the family who were chilling in the kitchen, getting food, and playing games. I had to calm down. Finally, I decided to heat myself up some winter Pimm's hoping that that would help me to relax. After doing so, I went into my sister's room and turned on a movie. An hour later my sister came in and said that the flood waters had gone down and the we were going to go get Holly and then go to the cinema and see Narnia. I got very happy very quickly. When we got to the cinema Holly, our friend Kristin, and I decided to see King Kong instead. It was a very good choice and we all thoroughly enjoyed it. I told Holly that I would let her tell you about the movie and I am a woman of my word...usually.

Thus concludes the tale of my day and how it went. I hope you found it to be exciting as I thought it was. Have a happy new year filled with amazing adventures and life changing experiences.

10-4

Rain Rain Go Away!

Well the unthinkable is happening in our town, FLOODING! DUN DUN DUN!!! Actually, it isn't completely unthinkable just incredibly inconvenient. It took me an hour to get home last night, or this morning rather, from a friend's which is only one mile away. Weather in our area is mild to say the least, and wardrobe changes from season to season consist of trading in flip-flops for converse. It's snowed once in the past 18 years and it's crazy weird if it get above 100 degrees. Yes we are spoiled, and completely unaccustomed to nature "disasters"....? Anyway, it wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't stranded at home with nothing to do. My parents went to Oregon to visit family and work was cancelled because the parking lot is flooded. I have to start cleaning for a New Years eve party all of this just sort of makes life more interesting! Well heres hoping that all of you are staying dry or, if you're not, at least enjoying every moment of being hopelessly soaked.

For your reading pleasure and overal enlightenment here are some facts about rain:

+There are three general types of rain: orographic, frontal and convective.

+Rainfall intensity can be ‘light’, ‘moderate’, or ‘heavy’. Heavy rain falls at a rate greater than four millimetres per hour.

+Roughly speaking, one inch of rain falling over an area of one acre, has a weight of one ton.

"It's coming up"

I really love music, yes I know what you're thinking "who doesn't" but I do think I have a particular affection for it. It's complicated I'll leave it at that. Anyway I've been trying to no avail to figure out what the heck they're repeating over and over in that Gorillaz song "Dare" which is fabulous by the way. Well I gave in and just looked them up, and yes I admit to playing the song and reading the lyrics to satisfy my need to finally sing along without making up words. I'll shut up before you think too little of me, here are the lyrics so that you all can be spared of a fate similar to my own. YES I'M A TOTAL DORK! and what's even dorkier is that I love that about myself!

Banana's have more fun!!!

I saw Holly's "random" post and thought I would continue the theme. Now, a variation on a theme.

Three Yummy Food Combinations:

1.) Baby Belle cheese washed down with Dr. Pepper
2.) French fries(chips) dipped in milk shakes
3.) Over easy egg over rice

I know you all found that intensely interesting. I knew you would. On a completely different note, my brother-in-law is coming to visit us today. He will be staying with us for a month. His mum and dad are going to come for a week as well. He is from England, Haywards Heath to be exact. We have a million pranks planned. We want to keep him thinking on his feet. Poor chap, he won't know what hit him. We all love him, but "what doesn't kill us makes us stronger". I will have to remind him of this fact if he starts getting angry. Our anonymous commentator is flying in today as well. We are going to pick him up from the airport.

10-4

Loving Life! REALLY!!!!

2 Random things:

1. Ethan Hawke totally looks like an elf
2. and lastly I'd like to give a shout out to our rogue commenter Micah who chose a splendid song for his xanga site (that's my favorite one and I think it's stupid that all their others were way more popular; whatever, works for me)

The big bad monster named adulthood

Christmas is over, I can't say that I'm sad to see it go. I had a great one but it's nice to get back to normal and begin the arduous uphill battle that it balancing my checking account; I have no idea how much money I have left, or rather how little money. Currently I'm just assuming I don't have any. OH MY GOODNESS I just remembered that I forgot to clock out at work. Oh well I can't do anything now. This unfortunate ralization does bring me to the fact that I recently got a job, at The Gap. Yes I know utterly cliche and teenagegirlesque but what can I say they were willing and I need the money terribly. It's not so bad, it keeps me busy which is a plus and a minus. Right off the bat it's taken time away from fun things I've wanted to do but I of course knew that going into it so I have nothing to complain about. The Christmas tree farm was good experiencewise but this is definitely my first "real job" and I can tell the difference. I think I should just kiss my social life goodbye! Wow that's so sad. I'm not thoroughly enjoying this transition into adulthood, I'll tell you how I feel after I get paid, hopefully that will change things. I need some encouragement people! I'm dreading leaving behind my youth and endless freedom. What am I really gaining through all of this. (If you say anything like maturity or wisdom I'll kick you!)

Great day in the morning!

Well, dear readers, if you are out there (I know we have at least one, in addition to Holly and myself (I know this because he leaves comments! Imagine that)), today is the day that we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. Oh, happy day! I will now make a list of embarrasing and awkward moments that occur with my family every year around this time.

1.) Waking up before everyone else and having to wait until they are downstairs to open all your loot.

2.) Having everyone rip open their gifts at the same time and then skillfully sneaking away to your room afterwards to whorde the booty.

3.) Greeting relatives that you see, at most, twice a year.

4.) Being the only member of your family stuck in a room with said relatives and having nothing to say to them. Bring on the awkward silence.

5.) Trying to seem grateful and excited about a gift that is either unbearably grotesque or just plain weird. I hate getting gifts from people that don't know me.

I hope you have found this list helpful and that it will enable you to avoid similar situations or figure out a way to get out of them once stuck. Remember, this day is not about you. It is about sombody else's birthday. He just lets us give gifts to each other to spice things up and teach us a lesson. Can you guess what that lesson is? I have a few ideas. Have a very merry Christmas. Feliz Navidad. Mele Kalikimaka. And all that jaz.

10-4

Heels And Dolls...

It was a dark night. Holly and I had just parked the car in the parking garage. We were making our way down the stairs, with the purpose of seeing a movie, when it hit me how adorable I looked at that moment. I was wearing a brand new coat, a cute black shirt, jeans, and three inch heels. Holly and I were having a very serious discussion and I was about to reach my climax and pour my heart out when my heel got caught on one of the metal stairs. I began falling at a rapid pace that almost broke the sound barrier. My shin hit the stairs and a scraping sound occured(I later found out that it was the sound of jean on metal). What happened next still makes me hurt to this day. Holly saw that I was falling and her initial reaction was to catch me. Good reflexes, bad aim. Her way of catching me was taking her fist and punching me in the mouth. The pain in my shin paled compared to the pain in my mouth. So, with one swift action, Holly had both saved my life and given me my first punch in the face. Thank you, Holly, I am forever grateful. I escaped that fateful night with a cut and bruised shin, a swolen lip, and a shrunken ego. I carry those scars to this day.

The moral of this story is: keep your friends close by you. Even if it hurts, they are probably saving your life.

10-4

1 COMMENT...

Yep, that is the best we can do. 1 measly comment. And you know what's even more pathetic? I WROTE IT!!!! Man, I feel really lame. Oh, well I don't do this site for you people, I do it for...uummmm...Holly(???). OK, I do do this site for you. You caught me. My rant is done.

10-4

Black is not a color

I just finished my math final!!!!! Tomorrow at this time I will be the happiest person ever. I have a history final at 7am (ick) and then I'm going to submit all of my english papers and then I'm DONE, at least for a month. Right when I finished my final I went to sell back some of my text books and I must say it was a horrific experience. I paid $135 for my math text and $52 for a philosophy book I never used and get this for the former I received $25! and the latter $12. I almost cried. C'est la vie, my spirits weren't too terribly dashed, though as I was leaving I tripped on this rug and preceded to run into not one, but TWO doors. The only thing that ever really bothers me about incedences like these is that I'm usually alone when they happen it's just weird if I laugh at myself. Sometimes, well actually all the time I wonder about myself. How is it that I can think so much about everything except the door....I mean doors, in front of me. I'm going to move on I feel stupid just writing all this down.

Some weird things have popped into my head of late concerning odd things that I love, not just like. Here's the list:

• The way people look when it's super cold outside and they smile. There's something about a person's face in the cold it really does everyone justice
• Going for walks really early in the morning
• Having meaningful discussions with little kids
• falling asleep when you're not alone and you know whoever else is around will be awake while you aren't
• surprises
• long drives late at night
• campfires
• when people say they were just thinking of you
• writing letters
• When people look you directly in the eye before and after they hug you
• irises (the flowers)

I could add a few, but this is the jist of it. I think you could sum a few of these up by just saying that I love when people are incredibly sincere, I can tell the difference and it means a lot. I love joking around and being sarcastic just as much as the next person however I value sincerity above all else. What do you value?

Response: I Love Me Because...

Seven things, huh. This is going to be rather difficult. It is really easy for me to compliment other people but when it comes to myself there is a huge mental block. I wonder why? If you know, please enlighten me.

First I had to decide that I really and truly did love myself. I realized that I did, in a healthy sort of way. Once that was settled, I had to come up with seven things that Holly would accept as legitimate answers. Here goes nothing:

1.) I love my smile, even though I don't have the whitest teeth, my eyes smile when my mouth does.

2.) I love the way I can raise my right eyebrow. It really confuses some people. I have my mother to thank for that one. It is very effectively used when I am nannying.

3.) I love being on the short side. One of my older brothers is always picking me up and teasing me. I enjoy getting that kind of attention from him.

4.) I love being able to meet new people with a minimum of embarrasment. I have been told I am good at putting people at their ease.

5.) I love being able to take control of situations without making other people feel like I am taking over. It is not that I am diplomatic, just quick.

6.) I love my ability to feel what others are feeling. I am always available to comfort my younger siblings when they are feeling down and need someone to hug them, cry with them, or tell them that everything will be okay.

7.) I love being the middle child. I am the oddball of my family and have earned that title by doing crazy but harmless things that my whole family laughs about.

Well, there it is. That was relatively painless. I hope that helps give you a little better idea of who I am. My life has been shaped by the people around me that have invested their time in me. Now, go impact a life. Make good choices.

10-4

Doodler Extrodinaire

I Love Me Because....

Alright, I've know Mary for 8 years now and it's come to my atention that she is in desperate need of some more self-confidence. She is insecure by no means however I think she needs to change her perspective a little. So I'm making her do this: Mary you must (in a post not a comment) say your five favorite things about yourself, actually make that seven I like that number better. And to the rest of you, I'm still waiting on your comments so if you chose to leave one for this post or her response it must also answer this question. Your answers can be in regards to your personality or physical attributes. This is going to be fun!

My First Post

I have just gotten back from my biology final. It went surprisingly well, considering I studied all of an hour this whole week. I am a terrible procrastinator. Not as bad as Holly, but still bad. I am at a loss of things to say so I will tell you about my co-author.

Holly Marye: a look into her psyche, the pros and cons

Pros/Cons
She is very cautious and makes well informed decisions.

She has a tendency to over analyze every situation, no matter how trivial.

She has excellent taste in shoes and an affinity for high heels.

She can be very clumsy when she wears heels
and does things like falling down the marble
stairs at a Paris opera house.

Has an amazing way with words. She can find the perfect one for the exact moment she needs it. Is very well informed.

She Can come across as a little bossy and harsh.


She is not afraid to speak up and say exactly what she thinks, feels, and believes

Can be a bit outspoken and say things like,
"What artistic genius?"(No, I am not bitter.)


Puts her whole heart into every relationship that she has.

Drama, drama, drama.

Is the best and truest friend a person could ask for.

I can't think of any cons for this one. I don't deserve
such a great friend.

There you have it. Holly, or my take on her. If you know her, it will make sense. If you don't, you should get to know her, and then it will make sense. She is awesome and anyone who has ever met her would agree.

10-4

"O CHRISTMAS TREE"

Well, today was my last day working at Little Hills Christmas tree farm; I'm holding back the tears. Have you ever had one of those jobs that just made you smile. I mean I was getting paid to hangout with 2 of my best friends and like a zillion other people to joke around with and harass. I'll miss the inside jokes, terrible inuendos, and above all Sandy's pepermint bark! I suppose you could say that job encapsulated youth; not childhood. We had to be knowledgeable and responsible, but we didn't take eachother too seriously. Alright now I want to commemorate all of my co-workers (sorry if this bores my other readers you really did just have to be there):

Carol: for always telling us how bad she was at the register when we had to redo entire transactions
Jan: for keeping us company when we had to sit at the door
Sandy: for the cookies of course, but also for reminding us (by us I mean Mary) to stop being so loud. (just kidding MFM I "ove" you)
James Marshall: for drawing me that christmas tree picture and for you're oh so very hot apple cider
James Finnegan: for proving that your middle name actually does exist and just being a sport about everything in general. I still haven't thought of the craziest thing I've done.
Jon: for agreeing that tootsie rolls are gross and that smarties are where it's at! Oh, and for your fabulous middle name
Jamie: for always being the mature one to volunteer to work at the door
Mary: for being my accomplice in antagonizing Alexis
Alexis( I saved you for last): for putting up with me in my "funk" and being a wonderful and dependable friend in general. I wouldn't have wanted to work with anyone else!

To all of these people and the many others I didn't get to know quite as well I salute you. Enjoy your own holiday season though for me at least it seems like I will enjoy two this year one of which has just ended. I will take the memories of the carolina saphire, montery pines, and noble firs to the grave or at least until next year when I can replace them with new ones.

And to the rest of you who neither know nor care about any of the stuff I've just written about, I hope and pray that all of you will get to enjoy a work experience like this one; I certainly couldn't have asked for anything better.

Dad?

Let me preface this post with saying that I think my dad is the greatest guy in the universe, no exageration. I love and respect him to no end. Alright that being said, I also think my dad is just plain weird. Honestly....weird! He's an outdoorsy kind a guy, and he works out just about every night; it's a little obcessive but whatever to each his own right, but that's just the begining. Three things that have recently been found on my dad's nightstand are: The Basic Rules of Firearem Safety; The Survivor Personality: Why Some People are Stronger, Smarter and More Skillful at Handling Life's Difficulties...and How You Can be Too; and lastly (my personal favorite) Survive: How to Prevail in Hostile Environments. I think he has a complex.....I know he has a complex. Dad, never fear, I'm sure any aggressor that comes your way, animal vegitable or mineral, will meet a fatefull end. I should note that the books actually appeared in reverse order of how I listed them. Now I'm just theorizing here but I think he realized after all the self help mumbo jumbo that his pistol was really the only safe bet. I concur.

Oh, a word about the picture, it came up on a google image search of "survival". It looked a little out of place next to the army guys and big guns....? All I know is there's a kid out there in desperate need of some therapy!

Another post

I just wanted to mention a few things that have made me happy lately. First and fore most I went to Banana Rebulic and bought clothes. Well actually I returned clothes that someone else bought me and picked out other things. No I'm not incredibly shallow, the clothes didn't fit well so I would have had to return them even if I had wanted those things. Actually my mom bought me the clothes, I think she was trying to cheer me up, but whatever the reason I'm not entirely sure what possessed her to buy ME a style of pants with "curvy" in the title. Lets just say that I'm severely lacking in the hip department at least as far as any clothing designer is concerened and I'm perfectly happy about that, but these things looked like parachute pants on me, think throw back to MC Hammer and just the 80's in general. Funny really. The next think that made me smile was something I did during my procrastination hours this afternoon. I was channel surfing and yes I admit I turned to MTV and even worse I remained there and more terrible yet it was a reality show! Actually it was true life: I'm a professional gamer; and far more interesting than you might imagine. I've never been into the whole gaming thing but I'm long past the point of thinking it completely illegitimate. I have no talent for it whatsoever and perhaps I don't condone the lifestyle, but I'll admit it isn't easy. Anyhow these people are nuts! Training for 11 hours a day for weeks on end, traveling around the world for tournaments, and THEN they get paid a whole heck of a lot of money too! It baffles me, truly! You would think that with all the new games that come out all the time these professionals couldn't last very long, but they do, that sort of confuses me; don't people get sick of the same games? Whatever I'm going to leave it alone. More power to all the people who do things a little bit differently, I know I sure do!

AM Blues...

It's 1:25 am and I am still awake. I have class at 7:30am in Santa Rosa, I love sleep way too much for this. I've had all day, well like the past month really, to write this philosphy essay and I just finished. It wasn't even very hard though I'm not certain it's what he wants, I just didn't do it. I sat at my computer opened and named a Word file and then after minimizing the window explored the web for nothing in particular. I skimmed countless xanga sites and wrote e-mails relentlessly. Oh! what I've been doing lately to aid me in procratination is taking showers. No the showers themselves are not the new events (I'm a very clean person just so we're clear) but even if I've already showered that day I just do it to kill time. It's kinda nice and honestly I do feel more energized to write, create and solve afterwards. I'm a horrific procrastinator most times though every once in a while I just get everything done and I have this tremendous amount of carefree (keyword) free time. Though allow me to add that my work is never quite as good if I haven't been preasured to do it; if anyone has any psycological insights as to why this may be the case please enlighten me. I think I might write another post before turning in. hmmm.....

Weirdness

It will never cease to amaze me just how strange the human race is....really! Not a day goes by that I don't, at some point find myself staring at someone in utter disbelief. I can only imagine how many similar stares I receive each day especially now that I've purposed not to care who the heck sees me passionately "singing" along to cliche, mainstream music in my car. I decieded that I wasn't going to allow random people to encroach on my opportunity to brighten my day, and that's that! Anyway back to the point PEOPLE ARE WEIRD. All of us! Take for instance the iPod, or any personal music device. Red Flag: You walk around listening to voices that no one else can hear, Fire Alarm : you're resisting powerful urges to breakout into song and dance, and you are all but cut off from everything that is going on around you... alright just notify the men in the white coats! I can't be the only one who hasn't thought of this. What happened to casual conversation? I for one am totally freaked out by it now. I was doing some reading during my break and this girl I was sitting near asked me what class I was taking. (long pause) I prevented myself from looking as bewildered as a I felt, gathered my composure and mustered up my very articulate answer of, "Math 27...........you?" I shouldn't have felt it odd that she was talking to me but I've been conditioned to feel so, I BLAME THE GOVERNMENT! No not really, George Orwell's fantasties haven't been realized yet, but I do think social interactions have changed drastically. This is a bit of a stretch, but how is it that we live is a society that give casual sex the go ahead but casual conversation the bewildered glare? It's all just very perplexing to me. I don't go around making conversation with everybody, but is there something wrong with acknowledgeing the presense of a member of your species, good grief I've gotten death glares for smiling on my way to class; I suppose I should submit my formal apology here: So sorry if my being cordial has encroached upon anyone's gloom; oh so terribly sorry!