It's been quite a while since I last wrote, so I figured that it was time for an update. Things have been going well enough for me. I have no complaints about the lovely house, my wonderful kittens, or my handsome boyfriend.... I do, however, have some real issues with one of my jobs. I figured that I would enjoy being my own boss and setting my own goals. I was wrong. I may enjoy being the boss, but I also need some structure, some defined goals to achieve. I find myself drifting listlessly at the moment in at least one of my jobs. I really don't enjoy it at all.... which leaves me to find another path, and I'm actually considering moving back to Office Depot, because as much as I hated the job, I love it first and there are still aspects I really enjoy about retail whenever I am in the store.
I am also considering taking a different path and finding a way to work full time for the company I am currently with. I need to find a real job anyway, a career to begin. My life is headed in a Human Resources direction, but at the moment I am only finding Band-Aid jobs and while I apply and apply, I always seem just short of grasping those goals.
I have decided that the two evils in this world are health insurance and money. Health insurance is useless in most cases, and absolutely useless for college students who are poor anyway.
Enough griping. I'm looking forward to the trip coming in a few weeks. Andrew and I are going to Scottsdale, Arizona for New Years, which should be fun. Even the kittens are allowed a holiday in a little kitten hotel. He and I are supposed to stop by sometime this week to check it out and make sure that everything looks good. Well, hope life's well with those of you who read this, and even those of you who don't. Take care.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
If I could delete a week from my life.....
This past week has been stupid. That's really the only way to describe it. All of the little things that have gone wrong with the house, my own attitudes, lack of sleep, and stress all make for one week of hell. None of it was really even that bad, but I'll go day by day anyway.
Sunday - work wasn't that bad, boring but not horrible. Came home and my kittens were sneezing. Leo completely lost his energy though and by the time we went to bed, I was wondering if he would make it through the night with his little wheezing and sneezing. Ayla was sneezing but not nearly as bad as leo. So i stayed up most of the night with them to make sure they were ok.
Monday - Took the cats to the vet, which was actually really good, except for when they had to take their temps and the kittens screamed because you don't take their temps through their mouths. We got some medication becuase they just have colds and I am to feed it to them twice a day, all is good.
Tuesday - blinds are to be installed. For some reason, rather than having blackout blinds for the bedroom (which makes sense), the guy wrote down for the master bathroom. End result being a really dark bathroom that's kinda spooky at night, and a lighter bedroom that I would have loved. The color of the blinds is perfect though, and they measured them unbelievably well.
Wednesday - direct tv guys are supposed to be here somewhere between 6 and 8. Andrew and I get up early even though the night before I still hadn't slept well (kittens had been much more playful the past night or two). At around 8:15 andrew called because he had to be at work at 9. They were on their way. Apparently they always have meetings on wednesdays but the schedulers dont know that??? When the guy DID show up, he told andrew it would be 4 HOURS to get it installed. End result, andrew is working from home.
Meanwhile, I had gone of to school to review for a test I had and couldn't find a parking spot for half an hour, which also took up a quarter tank of gas. So i gave up and went to walmart to pick up my prescription, get gas, and pick up my video game. My video game wasn't in, so I went to the cheesecake factory and ate fattening food to make myself feel a little bit better. When i was done, I headed back to the store to pick up my game, got into a fender-bender (that really didn't end up making a scratch and nobody worried about it but still ) , was told the game was still not in, and headed to take my test, which I had studied a bit for at the cheesecake factory. Got to my test, blanked out and didn't remember a damn thing. On the way home, nearly felt I was going to lose control of my car twice again becuase my tires don't seem to grip on wet surfaces.... and went to bed before I headed to class.... The rest of the evening went really well, but I was still very tired.
Thursday - work went as smoothly as possible I suppose, although everyone seemed in a rather foul mood. One of my coworkers received a call her cousin's baby had died, and that was heartbreaking as well as shocking to everyone. Came home and played video games before taking a long bubble bath and reading my book.... did not relax me as it should have.
Today - Friday - so far has been good, although the landscapers are here now and the maids are coming later. We will see how this goes. I will not get my hopes up, but I don't want to feel angry either, so who knows.
Anyway, I was also hoping to get a call back for a job I had a second interview for a week ago and haven't heard. A friend of mine gets married today and while I'm really happy for him, there is a sense of melancholy because I feel like we'll probably never really hang out again (he hasn't really hung out with me since he's had her as a girlfriend), but who knows. I need to stop anticipating the worst.... I'm going to sleep.
Sunday - work wasn't that bad, boring but not horrible. Came home and my kittens were sneezing. Leo completely lost his energy though and by the time we went to bed, I was wondering if he would make it through the night with his little wheezing and sneezing. Ayla was sneezing but not nearly as bad as leo. So i stayed up most of the night with them to make sure they were ok.
Monday - Took the cats to the vet, which was actually really good, except for when they had to take their temps and the kittens screamed because you don't take their temps through their mouths. We got some medication becuase they just have colds and I am to feed it to them twice a day, all is good.
Tuesday - blinds are to be installed. For some reason, rather than having blackout blinds for the bedroom (which makes sense), the guy wrote down for the master bathroom. End result being a really dark bathroom that's kinda spooky at night, and a lighter bedroom that I would have loved. The color of the blinds is perfect though, and they measured them unbelievably well.
Wednesday - direct tv guys are supposed to be here somewhere between 6 and 8. Andrew and I get up early even though the night before I still hadn't slept well (kittens had been much more playful the past night or two). At around 8:15 andrew called because he had to be at work at 9. They were on their way. Apparently they always have meetings on wednesdays but the schedulers dont know that??? When the guy DID show up, he told andrew it would be 4 HOURS to get it installed. End result, andrew is working from home.
Meanwhile, I had gone of to school to review for a test I had and couldn't find a parking spot for half an hour, which also took up a quarter tank of gas. So i gave up and went to walmart to pick up my prescription, get gas, and pick up my video game. My video game wasn't in, so I went to the cheesecake factory and ate fattening food to make myself feel a little bit better. When i was done, I headed back to the store to pick up my game, got into a fender-bender (that really didn't end up making a scratch and nobody worried about it but still ) , was told the game was still not in, and headed to take my test, which I had studied a bit for at the cheesecake factory. Got to my test, blanked out and didn't remember a damn thing. On the way home, nearly felt I was going to lose control of my car twice again becuase my tires don't seem to grip on wet surfaces.... and went to bed before I headed to class.... The rest of the evening went really well, but I was still very tired.
Thursday - work went as smoothly as possible I suppose, although everyone seemed in a rather foul mood. One of my coworkers received a call her cousin's baby had died, and that was heartbreaking as well as shocking to everyone. Came home and played video games before taking a long bubble bath and reading my book.... did not relax me as it should have.
Today - Friday - so far has been good, although the landscapers are here now and the maids are coming later. We will see how this goes. I will not get my hopes up, but I don't want to feel angry either, so who knows.
Anyway, I was also hoping to get a call back for a job I had a second interview for a week ago and haven't heard. A friend of mine gets married today and while I'm really happy for him, there is a sense of melancholy because I feel like we'll probably never really hang out again (he hasn't really hung out with me since he's had her as a girlfriend), but who knows. I need to stop anticipating the worst.... I'm going to sleep.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Transitioning, Friendships, and other stuff
Recently I've been thinking about some things. I've decided that I hate moving. It's not just the packing of things, the frustration of realizing that no matter how hard you work or try to map things out, you will ALWAYS forget something. It's also the idea, feelings, and memories associated with leaving a place. It seems I never learn or realize how much a place means to me until I'm packing up and shipping out (typically to a place that's not even very far from the first).
So why move? Well part of it has to do with transition, such as moving away from the parents and into the dorm and some of it has to do with lack of space like my current move with my boyfriend out of the condo where we really share one room and a bathroom, because of the other roommate. I'm still finding myself in horrible spirits as this move comes along even though I am extremely excited about starting my new life with my boyfriend and our two babies (we're adopting kittens because children are too much for us at the present).
I wont lie, I am a total pack rat. Every time I decide whether to keep something or throw it out, I go through a series of debates with myself. In the end, I typically decide to keep the object, feeling that I've gotten rid of plenty already, only to throw it out later when I decide I really didn't need it in the first place...
On another topic, I think I might be finally beginning to mature. I go through these times where I swear to myself and others that I am really mature, only to be knocked on my butt when I realize some transition has actually occurred. The latest one for me was actually hanging out with several of my friends recently. I realized that no matter how far people go or what they are doing, it always seems like they've been right there the whole time, even if you've been horrible about keeping in touch.
Some of the things we've talked about I'd forgotten, some I remembered even though I may not have wanted to, and others were just downright funny. It's pretty interesting how the nickname "moose" can bring back with it so many memories, some good and others not. It always jolts me back to earth and causes me to remember yet again that I should probably write that letter that I have been meaning to, or (as is more typical), actually find an envelope and stamp to actually mail it off.
So why move? Well part of it has to do with transition, such as moving away from the parents and into the dorm and some of it has to do with lack of space like my current move with my boyfriend out of the condo where we really share one room and a bathroom, because of the other roommate. I'm still finding myself in horrible spirits as this move comes along even though I am extremely excited about starting my new life with my boyfriend and our two babies (we're adopting kittens because children are too much for us at the present).
I wont lie, I am a total pack rat. Every time I decide whether to keep something or throw it out, I go through a series of debates with myself. In the end, I typically decide to keep the object, feeling that I've gotten rid of plenty already, only to throw it out later when I decide I really didn't need it in the first place...
On another topic, I think I might be finally beginning to mature. I go through these times where I swear to myself and others that I am really mature, only to be knocked on my butt when I realize some transition has actually occurred. The latest one for me was actually hanging out with several of my friends recently. I realized that no matter how far people go or what they are doing, it always seems like they've been right there the whole time, even if you've been horrible about keeping in touch.
Some of the things we've talked about I'd forgotten, some I remembered even though I may not have wanted to, and others were just downright funny. It's pretty interesting how the nickname "moose" can bring back with it so many memories, some good and others not. It always jolts me back to earth and causes me to remember yet again that I should probably write that letter that I have been meaning to, or (as is more typical), actually find an envelope and stamp to actually mail it off.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
HI :)
I haven't really said anything for a couple of weeks, and anybody who knows me knows that I like talking, so I figured that I would type up a new blog. Problem is, I'm not really sure what to type.....hmmmm.
Well, I am starting to work on some research for school. The more I look into research studies that have already been completed and the more I begin to focus on working on my own research, the more excited I find myself getting. There are so many things out there to study!!! Of course, I mainly want to study people, but that doesn't really limit the field of study at all, so then I have to decide whether I want to study people in their work environment, how they interact (in any number of relationships), their personalities....how they shop, what they buy, how they decide what they want versus what they need... Any of these topics have so many levels to them that one could get tired simply looking for the beginning of the loop. Still, I find it extremely interesting to read other people's studies and see what has interested someone. I saw a study that designed a color system for people and showed their compatibility on that color system. Then I saw another study disproving that one!
Aside from experimental studies are also the simple observational studies where we people watch. What we are looking for is going to depend on the type of research being done, as well as what people's reactions to us will be. I find people watching to be immensely entertaining. I think everybody participates at some point, but I actually have a job where one day a week if it is slow, all I end up doing is people-watching. It excites me to see what the children will run to, or how a person's face changes when someone gets mad, or when people look when you know they are arguing, but you cannot hear what they are saying.
All of these things draw my interest simply because I have experienced some form of them at some point in my life. I was once a child, running around and finding whatever toy would cheer me up for that moment. I have also been in one of those arguments with family members where I know someone had to see us, but I was too busy feeling guilty for whatever it was I had done to be worried about what other people thought of the interaction.
Now with this, I am not people watching to judge people. I have no method with which to judge them anyway. I do not know who they are, what they do, or what they want out of life. Nor do I know the events leading up to these actions, nor do I know what will follow. Still, I find it interesting to watch and try to understand what is going on currently, in whatever situation I am observing.
Anyhow, I don't really know what else to write. My boyfriend and I are still doing well, getting ready to move into the house. My birthday is a week from Tuesday, although I don't think I'll be able to celebrate it for a while because I have tests and projects coming up that take priority, plus he has a lot going on with this own school and work. Who knows though, maybe we'll find time to go to dinner or something. Anyway, I'd love to hear from you...whoever you are... so email me or call me or...whatever!
Well, I am starting to work on some research for school. The more I look into research studies that have already been completed and the more I begin to focus on working on my own research, the more excited I find myself getting. There are so many things out there to study!!! Of course, I mainly want to study people, but that doesn't really limit the field of study at all, so then I have to decide whether I want to study people in their work environment, how they interact (in any number of relationships), their personalities....how they shop, what they buy, how they decide what they want versus what they need... Any of these topics have so many levels to them that one could get tired simply looking for the beginning of the loop. Still, I find it extremely interesting to read other people's studies and see what has interested someone. I saw a study that designed a color system for people and showed their compatibility on that color system. Then I saw another study disproving that one!
Aside from experimental studies are also the simple observational studies where we people watch. What we are looking for is going to depend on the type of research being done, as well as what people's reactions to us will be. I find people watching to be immensely entertaining. I think everybody participates at some point, but I actually have a job where one day a week if it is slow, all I end up doing is people-watching. It excites me to see what the children will run to, or how a person's face changes when someone gets mad, or when people look when you know they are arguing, but you cannot hear what they are saying.
All of these things draw my interest simply because I have experienced some form of them at some point in my life. I was once a child, running around and finding whatever toy would cheer me up for that moment. I have also been in one of those arguments with family members where I know someone had to see us, but I was too busy feeling guilty for whatever it was I had done to be worried about what other people thought of the interaction.
Now with this, I am not people watching to judge people. I have no method with which to judge them anyway. I do not know who they are, what they do, or what they want out of life. Nor do I know the events leading up to these actions, nor do I know what will follow. Still, I find it interesting to watch and try to understand what is going on currently, in whatever situation I am observing.
Anyhow, I don't really know what else to write. My boyfriend and I are still doing well, getting ready to move into the house. My birthday is a week from Tuesday, although I don't think I'll be able to celebrate it for a while because I have tests and projects coming up that take priority, plus he has a lot going on with this own school and work. Who knows though, maybe we'll find time to go to dinner or something. Anyway, I'd love to hear from you...whoever you are... so email me or call me or...whatever!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Attraction
What is it about a person that makes them so attractive? I have finally figured out what my "type" is. He needs to be a brunette, ambitious (but not overly so), family oriented, successful (or working toward it), intelligent, funny, and attentive. But that doesn't really fit with the types of guys I find physically attractive.
Let me rephrase that. Every guy that I have crushed on for looks first, I have never dated for one reason or another. There is only really one that I really wanted to date after getting to know him more. Intelligence seems to be my biggest factor in deciding attraction, but at the same time, certain body types seem to pull at me....and I really don't know why.
Some might think that they would look like my father, but they don't. The only thing that really is comparative to my father is the slender build, but even that is dependent upon the guy. I really like toned arms and back, because I see that as a sign of healthiness and dedication to self as well as to work and play. I just don't understand why when I see somebody's physical attributes and find them so .... magnetic (for lack of a better word)..... I never end up finding the person to be compatible with me.
Maybe it has something to do with the safety zone and the fact that I am really shy around guys unless I am currently dating somebody or they are currently dating somebody. That's a potential reason, but maybe I just need to research more about the psychology and biology of attraction. It is an interesting question to ponder though...
Let me rephrase that. Every guy that I have crushed on for looks first, I have never dated for one reason or another. There is only really one that I really wanted to date after getting to know him more. Intelligence seems to be my biggest factor in deciding attraction, but at the same time, certain body types seem to pull at me....and I really don't know why.
Some might think that they would look like my father, but they don't. The only thing that really is comparative to my father is the slender build, but even that is dependent upon the guy. I really like toned arms and back, because I see that as a sign of healthiness and dedication to self as well as to work and play. I just don't understand why when I see somebody's physical attributes and find them so .... magnetic (for lack of a better word)..... I never end up finding the person to be compatible with me.
Maybe it has something to do with the safety zone and the fact that I am really shy around guys unless I am currently dating somebody or they are currently dating somebody. That's a potential reason, but maybe I just need to research more about the psychology and biology of attraction. It is an interesting question to ponder though...
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Biological Psychology
Biological Psychology is now my favorite subject of all time. I may be more excited about this than even the sensation and perception stuff. I was so completely engrossed in yesterday's class, I barely noticed the time go by. We learned about how Novocain works, which I may explain here in a minute just for something else to write. I have no idea what I am going to do with my life, but I know that this has to be apart of it. I've almost outlined four entire chapters of the book. That's all the chapters for the first test. At the moment, the last one seems to be the hardest, but we'll see how that goes.
I'm still enjoying the Human Resources class and I get to do a job analysis this semester as well as a performance appraisal. In Research Methods, I will be doing five mini experiments, and five mini apa papers. In Biological Psychology, I will be learning about how the Central Nervous System functions and what causes some abnormal behaviors and what affects them. In abnormal psychology, I will learn about psychological disorders, methods for treating such disorders as well as some of the biology that goes along with the disorders.
I think the most exciting part for me right now is to be reading a book and realize I already know some of the information, and I'll catch myself adding facts to a paragraph that the author(s) skimmed over. That, to me, is extremely exciting and enjoyable. It makes the work of the last, what, sixteen years, finally seem worthwhile, even if it's only for my own ego.
The other exciting thing going on right now is that I will (hopefully) be doing at least one research project this semester, if not two. That will help increase my chances of getting into grad school as well as giving me valuable contacts for references for jobs or my grad school application. I am so excited about things right now. It's actually difficult to stop and relax for a while. I have to force myself to stop doing things and just to relax for a while so that I don't get burned out, as is the typical process at this part of the semester. We will see if I am this excited in October or November. Then we will probably know where things stand and whether or not I need to change my plan for my own future. Well, I guess that's it for me right now, let me know if you have any thoughts, input, or just annoyance at my ramblings....
I'm still enjoying the Human Resources class and I get to do a job analysis this semester as well as a performance appraisal. In Research Methods, I will be doing five mini experiments, and five mini apa papers. In Biological Psychology, I will be learning about how the Central Nervous System functions and what causes some abnormal behaviors and what affects them. In abnormal psychology, I will learn about psychological disorders, methods for treating such disorders as well as some of the biology that goes along with the disorders.
I think the most exciting part for me right now is to be reading a book and realize I already know some of the information, and I'll catch myself adding facts to a paragraph that the author(s) skimmed over. That, to me, is extremely exciting and enjoyable. It makes the work of the last, what, sixteen years, finally seem worthwhile, even if it's only for my own ego.
The other exciting thing going on right now is that I will (hopefully) be doing at least one research project this semester, if not two. That will help increase my chances of getting into grad school as well as giving me valuable contacts for references for jobs or my grad school application. I am so excited about things right now. It's actually difficult to stop and relax for a while. I have to force myself to stop doing things and just to relax for a while so that I don't get burned out, as is the typical process at this part of the semester. We will see if I am this excited in October or November. Then we will probably know where things stand and whether or not I need to change my plan for my own future. Well, I guess that's it for me right now, let me know if you have any thoughts, input, or just annoyance at my ramblings....
As Requested
I was recently requested to blog more and I have been trying to think about topics for several days even as the world around me seems to teeter on the brink of.... who knows. Anyway, so I thought about writing about how I felt when I started thinking about something random to do for the guy I love. I am not good at random, and I am horrible at gift giving. So I thought about it for a while and while I was thinking, Forever your Girl by Paula Abdul came on the radio.
My first thought was definitely about when I was a kid and I'd take my dad's tapes and play them while I was doing laundry or some chore or another. I used to love the Paula Abdul tape because it was so high tempo throughout the tape. Anyway, as the song was playing, my thoughts ran towards relationships and how I'd always planned on having one like the one I'm in now, but wondered if it was really possible.
Anyway, after all this thought, I finally realized I was going to end up making him a cd of mushy love songs. It took me about two hours, WAY longer than I expected, to pick out songs that actually applied to us. Long story short (is this really short?), he loved it. I can't even describe how I felt when I opened up the email during my research methods class and read his response....
As far as work goes, the Copy Center position is a great relief for my mind. I was worried when my boss looked at me the first day and wanted to see if I could stay late. I did, but I also told him I wouldn't be in a different day of the week. I don't mind staying late or doing extra work, I just want to make sure that it is all reciprocal from day one. Other than that, though, it is really satisfying to be able to look at a stack of collated and bound booklets and know that I worked on those, they look great, and somebody will be looking at them tomorrow or the next day. It doesn't even matter what is actually in the book, so long as I do my job right and make it look good.
The HP thing starts this saturday, so we will see how that goes. I can sell technology, so I am not worried about that part. I just want to make sure I get into the swing of things, filling out the forms I need to, talking to the people I should, and such.
My toe is feeling much better, thankfully, although I will admit the shoes I wear to the Copy Center position are going to have to change because they make my feet and my calves ache something fierce. My social life is nothing currently, but that's to be expected at the beginning of the semester.
Andy and I are doing well. I keep looking at wedding stuff, deciding what I want things to look like even if I don't pick out the finalized products. I don't know where we are going to have the wedding, but I guess he needs to propose first. I can't really even get a budget going until that happens. Hmmmmmm...... well I've already nagged him plenty so I'm not going to nag him anymore.
My first thought was definitely about when I was a kid and I'd take my dad's tapes and play them while I was doing laundry or some chore or another. I used to love the Paula Abdul tape because it was so high tempo throughout the tape. Anyway, as the song was playing, my thoughts ran towards relationships and how I'd always planned on having one like the one I'm in now, but wondered if it was really possible.
Anyway, after all this thought, I finally realized I was going to end up making him a cd of mushy love songs. It took me about two hours, WAY longer than I expected, to pick out songs that actually applied to us. Long story short (is this really short?), he loved it. I can't even describe how I felt when I opened up the email during my research methods class and read his response....
As far as work goes, the Copy Center position is a great relief for my mind. I was worried when my boss looked at me the first day and wanted to see if I could stay late. I did, but I also told him I wouldn't be in a different day of the week. I don't mind staying late or doing extra work, I just want to make sure that it is all reciprocal from day one. Other than that, though, it is really satisfying to be able to look at a stack of collated and bound booklets and know that I worked on those, they look great, and somebody will be looking at them tomorrow or the next day. It doesn't even matter what is actually in the book, so long as I do my job right and make it look good.
The HP thing starts this saturday, so we will see how that goes. I can sell technology, so I am not worried about that part. I just want to make sure I get into the swing of things, filling out the forms I need to, talking to the people I should, and such.
My toe is feeling much better, thankfully, although I will admit the shoes I wear to the Copy Center position are going to have to change because they make my feet and my calves ache something fierce. My social life is nothing currently, but that's to be expected at the beginning of the semester.
Andy and I are doing well. I keep looking at wedding stuff, deciding what I want things to look like even if I don't pick out the finalized products. I don't know where we are going to have the wedding, but I guess he needs to propose first. I can't really even get a budget going until that happens. Hmmmmmm...... well I've already nagged him plenty so I'm not going to nag him anymore.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Sensation and Perception
I have to admit that my obsession with this subjects borders on a masochistic obsession. I bought a book I've been coveting for about a year and a half now, Sensation and Perception by Goldstein. When I got the book in, I found out that a lab manual can go with it, but I'll have to save up for that because that's another hundred dollars. Anyway, when I received the book, I was so perversely pleased with it, I must have stared at the cover for a good ten minutes before I even opened it up, anticipating the knowledge it would hold.
I know this seems completely weird and borderline crazy (although I never said I wasn't...) but I think I've finally convinced myself that I can at least pursue my dream of writing a volume of books about the human species even if nobody buys them, and nobody wants to publish them. I'm finally beginning to have the dream for myself and not for the money I can see at the end of the tunnel.
Anyway, other than that, the house has been pushed back to the beginning of October. I will be starting Express Scripts on Monday and I will work at CostCo as an HP rep on Saturdays it looks like. Life seems to be looking up.... My toe is still weird even though they removed part of the nail on Wednesday, but I'm hoping it will be nice again by next week. It doesn't really matter if it isn't, I just imagine it will be easier to walk again.
Well, please keep in touch!
I know this seems completely weird and borderline crazy (although I never said I wasn't...) but I think I've finally convinced myself that I can at least pursue my dream of writing a volume of books about the human species even if nobody buys them, and nobody wants to publish them. I'm finally beginning to have the dream for myself and not for the money I can see at the end of the tunnel.
Anyway, other than that, the house has been pushed back to the beginning of October. I will be starting Express Scripts on Monday and I will work at CostCo as an HP rep on Saturdays it looks like. Life seems to be looking up.... My toe is still weird even though they removed part of the nail on Wednesday, but I'm hoping it will be nice again by next week. It doesn't really matter if it isn't, I just imagine it will be easier to walk again.
Well, please keep in touch!
Thursday, August 09, 2007
My achilles heal......errrrrr big toe?????
Who knew an ingrown toenail could be so painful??? For a month now I've been trying to clean out and heal up this infected big toe to no avail. Finally, this morning, I went to a health clinic where the nurse practitioner tried to get it all cleaned out for me.
After I regained consciousness, she told me that it was worse than she expected, put me on some antibiotics, and ibuprofen, and told me I would probably have to have my toenail removed. SWEET!!!! In the meantime, I'm loopy, pussy, and in general uncomfortable as I try to walk without touching my big toe to anything at all around it. It's so annoying to be able to do so many things normally and then have something as small as my toe hurt me so much that I can't seem to do anything.
Anyways, other than that, I have much news to impart!!!!
I quit Depot, or at least put in my notice. I feel that I need a break from retail to focus more on school and to prevent ultimate burnout. I am now going to be an HP rep and work in the copy center for a major corporation. I feel like both opportunities will not only enable me to make enough money to pay my bills, but also focus on my homework and schoolwork.
Aside from that the house is about five weeks from being move-in ready. Andy and I are making plans on how we are going to fill it up already as well as beginning to pack up the stuff we aren't going to need from the condo.
Then comes school. I am only attending for twelve hours and only on two days of the week, but I would imagine that this will be my toughest semester yet because the course work is definitely going to be difficult and most likely strenuous. I am most excited about my Biological Psychology class and I have also purchased a book for my Sensation and Perception books that I want to write. That should help me in understanding many of the basic functions of sensation and perception so that I may research it on several other levels. My initial reports, or novels, or whatever you would like to call them are primarily going to be a meta-analysis of the studies and theories that have already been presented.
Hmmmmm, alright maybe it's time for me to go to bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow, and only a day to do it in. Hopefully I'll get a call from Human Resources for the company I am supposed to be a copy center associate for.
After I regained consciousness, she told me that it was worse than she expected, put me on some antibiotics, and ibuprofen, and told me I would probably have to have my toenail removed. SWEET!!!! In the meantime, I'm loopy, pussy, and in general uncomfortable as I try to walk without touching my big toe to anything at all around it. It's so annoying to be able to do so many things normally and then have something as small as my toe hurt me so much that I can't seem to do anything.
Anyways, other than that, I have much news to impart!!!!
I quit Depot, or at least put in my notice. I feel that I need a break from retail to focus more on school and to prevent ultimate burnout. I am now going to be an HP rep and work in the copy center for a major corporation. I feel like both opportunities will not only enable me to make enough money to pay my bills, but also focus on my homework and schoolwork.
Aside from that the house is about five weeks from being move-in ready. Andy and I are making plans on how we are going to fill it up already as well as beginning to pack up the stuff we aren't going to need from the condo.
Then comes school. I am only attending for twelve hours and only on two days of the week, but I would imagine that this will be my toughest semester yet because the course work is definitely going to be difficult and most likely strenuous. I am most excited about my Biological Psychology class and I have also purchased a book for my Sensation and Perception books that I want to write. That should help me in understanding many of the basic functions of sensation and perception so that I may research it on several other levels. My initial reports, or novels, or whatever you would like to call them are primarily going to be a meta-analysis of the studies and theories that have already been presented.
Hmmmmm, alright maybe it's time for me to go to bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow, and only a day to do it in. Hopefully I'll get a call from Human Resources for the company I am supposed to be a copy center associate for.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Update on Me
Well, I haven't been openly social in a while so I figured I would post an update and let everybody know how I am doing. I just finished my summer semester at UMSL and have hopefully managed to pass the intensive Spanish class which turned out to be much more rewarding than I expected it to be.
I am attempting to find a new job, and I have a great lead currently that I am trying not to get too overly hopeful about because you never know what will happen, and I don't want to be disappointed again. A sure thing, however, is the house being built. It should be ready in about six to eight more weeks and I am about to bursting with excitement and plans for the house already. I cannot tell you when I have ever been this excited about something.
Andy is doing wonderfully in his new job. He seems to enjoy it very much and it keeps him working on new and interesting things all of the time. We are planning to go to Arizona over New Years to relax and have a nice little romantic vacation in the warmth. I really don't know that anything else is going on.
As of right now, I still intend to graduate in May of 2008 with my Bachelor's of Arts degree and then I will take a year off before heading to graduate school for my Doctorate of Industrial/Organizational Psychology. I am hoping to get everything wrapped up in a year and not allow myself to get into a rut where I never end up going back to school. It somewhat worries me, but at the same time, I know that I am currently burned out and I need some time off and real world experience before I worry about going back and finalizing the graduate school thing. I know that this is the right decision for me currently and Andy and I have a little time before we plan on having children anyway. Everything will work out just fine, so long as it all goes to plan....lol plan, right.
So anyway, I want to hear about you and how your life is going and where you are and when we can get together and all of that fun stuff.... Oh yeah, and by the way, if I do get this new job, I will be working only on Saturday's and Sunday's, so I will finally be able to have some sort of social life!!! How exciting!!!
I am attempting to find a new job, and I have a great lead currently that I am trying not to get too overly hopeful about because you never know what will happen, and I don't want to be disappointed again. A sure thing, however, is the house being built. It should be ready in about six to eight more weeks and I am about to bursting with excitement and plans for the house already. I cannot tell you when I have ever been this excited about something.
Andy is doing wonderfully in his new job. He seems to enjoy it very much and it keeps him working on new and interesting things all of the time. We are planning to go to Arizona over New Years to relax and have a nice little romantic vacation in the warmth. I really don't know that anything else is going on.
As of right now, I still intend to graduate in May of 2008 with my Bachelor's of Arts degree and then I will take a year off before heading to graduate school for my Doctorate of Industrial/Organizational Psychology. I am hoping to get everything wrapped up in a year and not allow myself to get into a rut where I never end up going back to school. It somewhat worries me, but at the same time, I know that I am currently burned out and I need some time off and real world experience before I worry about going back and finalizing the graduate school thing. I know that this is the right decision for me currently and Andy and I have a little time before we plan on having children anyway. Everything will work out just fine, so long as it all goes to plan....lol plan, right.
So anyway, I want to hear about you and how your life is going and where you are and when we can get together and all of that fun stuff.... Oh yeah, and by the way, if I do get this new job, I will be working only on Saturday's and Sunday's, so I will finally be able to have some sort of social life!!! How exciting!!!
My World
“The sky is so big!”
A friend of mine used to always tease me when I would visit him out on his farm in central Missouri, stare up at the sky, and state in awe, “The sky is so big!” It never failed to amaze me and I could never really convey the feelings that seeing the sky brought on in me. It was more than a feeling of being so small in compared to the sky as being in awe of the sudden size of the world around me. It seemed every time I left the city, I grew smaller and the world so much larger around me. Of course, it has always simply been my scope of things rather than the world changing shapes and sizes, but I have always found it interesting how our perceptions can make it seem as though the world, not us, is changing. I can go outside and take a drive to Forest Park and feel as though I am in a whole other world, at least until you factor in the sound of the highway, the smells that only a mass amount of people can create, and the buildings rising over the trees.
When I step out of my car for the first time on a visit, I would always take a deep breath, sigh, and stare up at the massive sky. Sometimes, you just wish and yearn for a simpler time. Simpler does not mean easy. The life of a farmer is hardly glamorous, and although I once thought myself cut out for it, I was rudely awakened to the reality of my need for the city.
“The world is so small…”
My business management part two class just ended and I am headed over to the Nosh, our dining hall, to pick up a sub before heading to work. My mind is working frantically to figure out what I need to do during the next twenty-four hours in order for my day to run smoothly. I have to make sure to type out the notes for class, outline the next four chapters, and work on the study guide before the next test is over so I can just review it. I’ll get the same sub I always get, so I don’t have to think about that, but what is work going to bring me today? I am so sick and tired of dealing with ungrateful and ignorant customers that treat me like crap anyway… What am I even thinking about that for? I need to call Andy and see how his day is going, that will surely cheer me up, as will the drive to work with my Three Doors Down cd blaring… As I stand in line, my thoughts are interrupted by three of my friends who tell me they’ve been calling me for several minutes and have received no response whatsoever. Obviously, I was stuck in my own thoughts, which is often where I seem to be when I end up depressed or forlorn.
I recently tried to explain to my boyfriend the laments of living with a writer. I may not be a good writer, or a decent writer for that matter, but I do have a creative nature and a wish to express myself. When the feeling strikes, as it so rarely does, I am keen to take up my notebook or laptop in this case, immediately and begin working on my thoughts.
My parents used to tell me that I was not acting as part of the family with my headphones on and my notebook in my lap. Even if I did not have my headphones on, they expected me to hear what they said, though, and I was often too far out in my own little world to hear what they wanted me to. I have never really had much of an interest in television, so even to this day, I will consistently get bored, or work on something else while somebody else watches television. Movies are definitely more fascinating to me. I want to be able to feel what the character feels and know what they know. I want to be a part of the character’s life.
That is just something you do not get with television. It is good for comic relief or if you simply do not want to think any longer that day, but it seems just a waste to me much of the time.
If you could create a world, what would it be like? Would there be magic, would people fly, would you be able to do whatever you wanted, would there be laws, or people to break them, where would you fit in, what role would you play, etc. I love learning about other people’s world s and the ones that they have created so much that I now fear creating my own. I have these absurd fears about what if my world is not good enough. That idea is absurd because it’s my own world. I can change it if I want to. It will always be good enough because it will be whatever I want it to be at that particular time. So if I want my world to be straight out a Final Fantasy game or Oblivion, it can be, I just shouldn’t plan on publishing it. Likewise for any of the worlds I have read about over the years.
Herein lies the dilemma. How do I create a world that is not the same as all the others, but yet is exactly the same as all the others. It has to have all of the recognizable parts, living beings, some form of society (real or believed), law and order, crime, love, hate, etc. All of the yin and yang things the world is made of for us today. So now I just have to think of a time period, what my creatures will look like, how they will act, what their cultures will be like, how their rules are going to be, and how to make it lovable and believable for some audience to want to buy the book…. Oh yeah, and I have to make it likable enough for some publisher to back it. This should be a piece of cake!!! Or not…
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
An Amazing Wedding
So the diet worked. I apparently looked alright in the dress, which is a good thing..... I didn't even trip when we ended up walking down the stairs!!!
Ok, so originally the wedding was supposed to be outdoors....then the lovely Illinois weather factored itself in an said, "uh, no." So we ended up indoors but the wedding was amazingly beautiful. I can't believe how stressful and anxiety-laden it was even though I wasn't even the one getting married. If I hadn't already loved the bride and groom as extended family, I would have immediately fallen during the ceremony. They both looked completely amazing, and I know it's the romantic in me but they looked so amazingly perfect together. I don't remember another day I have smiled so much, or truly enjoyed watching someone bloom as much as I enjoyed watching them together.
The diet, the dress, the makeup, my hair, and even the heels were well worth it to be able to see Kayla and Mark and how they felt when they said their vows. It is a moment I will never forget and I feel truly blessed to have been able to be apart of it.
Ok, so originally the wedding was supposed to be outdoors....then the lovely Illinois weather factored itself in an said, "uh, no." So we ended up indoors but the wedding was amazingly beautiful. I can't believe how stressful and anxiety-laden it was even though I wasn't even the one getting married. If I hadn't already loved the bride and groom as extended family, I would have immediately fallen during the ceremony. They both looked completely amazing, and I know it's the romantic in me but they looked so amazingly perfect together. I don't remember another day I have smiled so much, or truly enjoyed watching someone bloom as much as I enjoyed watching them together.
The diet, the dress, the makeup, my hair, and even the heels were well worth it to be able to see Kayla and Mark and how they felt when they said their vows. It is a moment I will never forget and I feel truly blessed to have been able to be apart of it.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
It's been a while....
I haven't written in quite a while so I figured it was time for an update. I finally picked up my bridesmaid dress last Wednesday and realized I have gained quite a bit more weight than I thought I had this past year. This was a very disconcerting notion for me, as I have never considered myself to be too "fat" for anything. Now as my brother and I tried to zip up the dress for the very first time, I had to consider LOSING weight when I had always tried to gain it before.
The more amusing thing about this dress is the lace on it. My brother and I managed to get the dress on me and zipped all the way up just for me to realize how Elizabeth turner felt when she couldn't breathe in her dress. Hmmmmm, so it was time for Kevin to get me out of it...only he couldn't..... for half an hour we struggled with the lace and me panicking and the zipper being a pain until .....finally..... he was able to get it undone. I was afraid I'd have to wait for hours to breathe in again.
The next day i went on the no-carb diet. That lasted all of three horrible, nasty, disgusting days where I was crabby, tired, and wanted to cry. The new diet is nutrisystem. That seems to be working well because I have energy and I don't feel hungry all the time. And it's actually pretty cheap at only ten bucks a day for three meals and a snack.
Anyway, so other than the lovely wedding I am attending this weekend, I have simply been working on summer school, Spanish four hours a day four days a week, and work, which isn't so bad when you only work twenty hours a week during the summer. Overall, things seem to be ok, I guess....Andy hasn't broken up with me so that's a plus. I'm surprised, though, because I'm a royal pain to live with...
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Poems
Here are some poems I found when I was cleaning. You may like them or you may hate them, or you may just want to share some of your own...feel free!!! :)
Jewel
She softly and sleekly pads
Her way through the snow.
Her fur shines black, orange,
Chocolate, and White. Her eyes
Are subtle and clear, speaking of
Intelligence. Later, she will
Curl into a tight ball, her head
Tucked into her side
And her paws are tucked below her.
Naptime is over and she is ready
To go out and play. Bring on the ball.
Bring on the string.
Haiku
Crystal clear water
Flows gently and swiftly down
The vast mountainside
Soft whispering breeze
That flows over the earth and
Changes suddenly
Leaves fall about the
Earth bringing with them the most
Amazing colors
Cinquain
Vivid
Stripes of colors
Show as the sun begins
It’s slow descent into the night’s
Twighlight.
Swiftly
Moving through life
As all thoughts are centered
On staying happy and sure of
Oneself.
You
I sat there waiting for you,
My thoughts reflecting on how we grew.
We were called the perfect couple,
At first, you seemed so subtle.
You bought me gifts,
Gave my spirit a lift.
You’ve been there, through the thick and thin,
I’ve learned to trust you again and again.
We celebrate everyday.
You have taught me to love life,
And hope someday I’ll be your wife.
Together forever, ‘till death do us part,
I’ll never, ever let you out of my heart.
Zeus’s Mess
Zeus’s yellow xylophone
With violins undertone
Trying sporadic rhyme
Quietly producing opposing
Non-melodic lines
Kicking joined instrumental
Horns going flat
Ensembles do compose
Breathtaking accompaniments.
Tanka
Peaceful love shatters
All who do not understand.
How to keep within
The fiery passions that
May consume those not cautious
Tall willow branches
Hang down in front of us as
We sit together
Sharing our love for life and
All that makes us who we are
Poems
A poem a plenty, a poem a few,
A poem that’s old, a poem that’s new.
A poem expresses the words that aren’t said,
And is rarely appreciated before the poet is dead.
A poem is happy, a poem is sad,
A poem is good, but this one is bad.
Nature’s Breath
The soft wind whispers
Slowly and surely through
The rivers and valleys.
The sun shines and it’s
Rays hit everything
In sight, but it leaves
All shadows elsewhere.
The water flows through us all,
Tying us together for all eternity.
Friendship
Free spoken words to help us
Relax when near one another.
It feels as though
Everything revolves around us.
Never underestimating the Bonds that form
During our everlasting memories.
So that we would be able to remember
How well-kept secrets revolve
In the scholastic arena where we
Pretend that all is well in the world.
Childhood is the kingdom where,
Cooties live, and children stare.
Bubble gum sticks to the ceilings above,
And little children speak of love.
Where at recess, there is no care,
Not a worry anywhere.
Children laugh, and sing, and play,
And wonder what the teacher will say.
Childish pranks, and little games,
Funny faces, and ugly names.
Childhood is the Kingdom where,
Children relax, and parents care.
My parents worry what I hear,
What I see, and what I fear.
They worry of guns, or broken glass,
Or that I’l get hurt going to class.
Me seeing things I shouldn’t see,
Or going place I shouldn’t be.
Childhood is the kingdom where,
If we all could, we’d all stay there.
Monday, April 16, 2007
I HATE APRIL
This month just seems to suck for me every single year. Yes I do have logical reasons for it...well maybe they're only logical to me, who knows. But the month does suck for me and I hate it and yea.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Stuck in Dallas
So we're stuck in Dallas. This isn't really that big of a problem for me, but the people all around me are complaining. Does it have something to do with the fact that every other flight to St. Louis has been canceled, or to the fact that tomorrow is Friday, and another workday for most people?
I just enjoyed a wonderfully free trip to Cancun, Mexico, compliments of my boyfriend's corporation.... a benefit of working the hardest or being liked the most. I am not quite sure which one won him the most votes, but I certainly won't complain.
Anyway, we have been in Dallas since 4 p.m. In that time we have had a wonderful dinner, traveled the airport quite a bit, my boyfriend has taken a nap on the floor, I've read 250 pages of my wonderful book, Eragon, and watched entire planes worth of people get frustrated and angry.
I know that this is like anybody else's experience with bad weather in an airport and I do not feel very badly about it. It could be because I am relaxed, or just because I have the day off of work tomorrow, but I do not feel rushed at all. I do feel bad to the many people around me that have friends, family, and commitments to get to. My boyfriend himself has a very important meeting tomorrow that he does not want to miss, but it will not be the end of the world if he does.
The one thing that I can appreciate is that I have met many interesting people tonight. Everybody seems entranced with the plane that is sitting behind us with its lights off and engines off. Every once in a while the engines will start up just to tease us, although I am definitely sure there is some functional reason for their starting and stopping.
All-in-all nothing to get overly stressed about. One must come to terms that every once in a while, they cannot control their universe. And with that, back to my book of fantasy.
I just enjoyed a wonderfully free trip to Cancun, Mexico, compliments of my boyfriend's corporation.... a benefit of working the hardest or being liked the most. I am not quite sure which one won him the most votes, but I certainly won't complain.
Anyway, we have been in Dallas since 4 p.m. In that time we have had a wonderful dinner, traveled the airport quite a bit, my boyfriend has taken a nap on the floor, I've read 250 pages of my wonderful book, Eragon, and watched entire planes worth of people get frustrated and angry.
I know that this is like anybody else's experience with bad weather in an airport and I do not feel very badly about it. It could be because I am relaxed, or just because I have the day off of work tomorrow, but I do not feel rushed at all. I do feel bad to the many people around me that have friends, family, and commitments to get to. My boyfriend himself has a very important meeting tomorrow that he does not want to miss, but it will not be the end of the world if he does.
The one thing that I can appreciate is that I have met many interesting people tonight. Everybody seems entranced with the plane that is sitting behind us with its lights off and engines off. Every once in a while the engines will start up just to tease us, although I am definitely sure there is some functional reason for their starting and stopping.
All-in-all nothing to get overly stressed about. One must come to terms that every once in a while, they cannot control their universe. And with that, back to my book of fantasy.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Don't Judge Me!
So I've been doing some serious soul-searching as a result of rampant anxiety-attacks this past semseter. I finally went to see a psychologist so that I might figure out and maybe fix this little annoying problem
So we talked about me, or rather, I talked about me for quite a while. What my life is like now, how things are going, what stresses me out, and why I think my family issues may be the root of all this stress. Nothing you guys haven't heard before. Of course, it's her job to start asking more and more questions to see just what it is that bothers me.
Here I am, sitting in a room I don't want to be in, talking to a lady I really would like to ignore, about things I don't want to think about, and all because I want to be a nicer person. So this obviously didn't make me all that happy. All I felt after the first session was completely drained. that was three weeks ago.
So after a few more sessions and a bit of crying, I think I may have helped myself a little bit. I still don't know exactly what about my past right now causes the whole anxiety thing. I also don't have a quick fix to any of my problems, which is what I was hoping for. I want to go for like three sessions, declare myself cured, and go on my way. No such luck, apparently.
I have discovered that it is okay to show more emotions than just happiness and anger, though, and I'm learning for the first time how to recognize and describe some of my feelings. It's kind of funny (and probably rather boring for you to read but whatever), but I can recognize nuances pretty easily in other people, but not in myself.
I've got a lot of interesting issues in my life that are not going to seem as though they are overly dramatic, and I should probably just "get over them," but I know that will not happen until I actually acknowledge the impact they have had on my own life.
So we talked about me, or rather, I talked about me for quite a while. What my life is like now, how things are going, what stresses me out, and why I think my family issues may be the root of all this stress. Nothing you guys haven't heard before. Of course, it's her job to start asking more and more questions to see just what it is that bothers me.
Here I am, sitting in a room I don't want to be in, talking to a lady I really would like to ignore, about things I don't want to think about, and all because I want to be a nicer person. So this obviously didn't make me all that happy. All I felt after the first session was completely drained. that was three weeks ago.
So after a few more sessions and a bit of crying, I think I may have helped myself a little bit. I still don't know exactly what about my past right now causes the whole anxiety thing. I also don't have a quick fix to any of my problems, which is what I was hoping for. I want to go for like three sessions, declare myself cured, and go on my way. No such luck, apparently.
I have discovered that it is okay to show more emotions than just happiness and anger, though, and I'm learning for the first time how to recognize and describe some of my feelings. It's kind of funny (and probably rather boring for you to read but whatever), but I can recognize nuances pretty easily in other people, but not in myself.
I've got a lot of interesting issues in my life that are not going to seem as though they are overly dramatic, and I should probably just "get over them," but I know that will not happen until I actually acknowledge the impact they have had on my own life.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Stories
Have you every experienced one of those really creative times. These are times when you feel like you can rule the world, if you just try, like every solution will come to you in time, like life is just waiting for you to get up and do something? Ok, so maybe that sounds weird, or corny, or just dumb, but that's kinda how I've been feeling lately (all of the above).
Anyway, I started writing again... for pleasure, not work or school, or any type of requirement. I had forgotten really what it is like to write something that has a deep meaning for yourself. I think when we truly write from the heart, everybody can relate in some way or another. I've had a bout of crazy dreams lately that have certainly sparked this creative streak and right now I have at least three different story ideas. Will any one of these get published, will they have meaning to anybody other than myself? Who knows.
It makes me think about what makes a good story. Of course it has to be interesting, but what really makes a good story? Is it a hidden meaning? If so, how hidden? I hated reading all those "stupid" (don't judge me....) poems and stories in literature and being told that I had incorrectly interpreted the writer's meaning. If the writer wanted me to know what she/he meant, why didn't she/he simply state it clearly? I think the real answer is because the writer wasn't writing it for us, but rather for her/himself.
Not to be rude, but I really don't care if anybody decides to read this post. It is really just a chance for me to make a public appearance, and tell you what I think. I write on here for myself. Some of it is censored so that I don't offend my friends (some of which may possibly read this if they're trying to fall asleep...). When I write for myself, I feel this sense of release. It is more than just a release of tension, more than simply a release of the pent up and constricted politically correct thoughts and actions, but rather a release of me. I feel like I am free to do as I please when I can say as I please. Still, we have many societal values in place that will not allow for me to say certain things without being judged extremely harshly, but I can still say much of what I feel without offending most people... maybe.
Anyway, I started writing again... for pleasure, not work or school, or any type of requirement. I had forgotten really what it is like to write something that has a deep meaning for yourself. I think when we truly write from the heart, everybody can relate in some way or another. I've had a bout of crazy dreams lately that have certainly sparked this creative streak and right now I have at least three different story ideas. Will any one of these get published, will they have meaning to anybody other than myself? Who knows.
It makes me think about what makes a good story. Of course it has to be interesting, but what really makes a good story? Is it a hidden meaning? If so, how hidden? I hated reading all those "stupid" (don't judge me....) poems and stories in literature and being told that I had incorrectly interpreted the writer's meaning. If the writer wanted me to know what she/he meant, why didn't she/he simply state it clearly? I think the real answer is because the writer wasn't writing it for us, but rather for her/himself.
Not to be rude, but I really don't care if anybody decides to read this post. It is really just a chance for me to make a public appearance, and tell you what I think. I write on here for myself. Some of it is censored so that I don't offend my friends (some of which may possibly read this if they're trying to fall asleep...). When I write for myself, I feel this sense of release. It is more than just a release of tension, more than simply a release of the pent up and constricted politically correct thoughts and actions, but rather a release of me. I feel like I am free to do as I please when I can say as I please. Still, we have many societal values in place that will not allow for me to say certain things without being judged extremely harshly, but I can still say much of what I feel without offending most people... maybe.
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