Monday, March 28, 2011


Whenever I hear "Lady" by Regina Spektor, I see this chanteuse in a smoky room cradling a microphone.

That has absolutely nothing to do with anything, so anyways.
I'm feeling much better now, thank you. It may have been a combination of the early hour, lack of sleep, and everything else that trails along with that kind of thing.

The mission trip was amazing. The mural is almost done, we're going back again to finish it. I'll have pictures definitely, possibly a stop-motion video if I can get it figured out.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

wow wow wow

This morning, I was woken up when one of the girls staying in the dorm knocked on my door. I only remember saying, "What time is it?" and her sentence faded at the end and I got angry but I got out of bed.
Turns out, she had trapped a rat under a bowl and needed directions.
First let me start by saying this-
Before I moved, I held very little animosity towards rodents. The mice that would inevitably show up were cute and mostly harmless. My mother has told stories of the sewer rats she'd seen while working in the city, but the weren't real to me.
That has changed.
I fudged around for a bit, debating on who I could ask to kill it. Whether or not someone would kill it was out of the question. When I had exhausted my supply of people, I grabbed the largest book I could find (Spirit of Prophecy, Volume One) picked up the bowl (there was a book underneath, to keep the rat trapped) and took it outside. I asked someone to lift the bowl, and as soon as they did I threw that book as hard as I could down onto the rat.
It tried to run away after the first throw, so I picked up the book and smashed it twice more. I watched the rat until it stopped twitching, picked up the book, and went inside.

Thank God that the day went uphill from there.

But really, my day was actually pretty awesome after that, considering that I'm really good at not thinking about things.
This was where I was going to describe my day, but anything after that little experience sounds... I don't know, but it doesn't make sense.

C'est la vie, in the truest form.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


Subbing classes turned out to be boring because they were just taking tests and working individually, so I had a lot of time on my hands.
Did this in paint, on the teacher's laptop. Hehe.
I imagine it's part of a dance sequence, like West Side Story or something.

Sunday, March 13, 2011


A while back, I put my phone through the wash (extra rinse). Not on purpose, of course. The point is that I really missed the whole thing where I had the power to keep in touch with my friends in my pocket. Plus I really need it for my job.
So FINALLY my sister sent me her old phone, and I got it today. I activated it, and I was SO EXCITED up until I noticed that this phone is STUPID BEYOND BELIEF.
This screen keeps coming up saying that some software update from Verizon is going to automatically download itself now, and it never gets past 0%. It pops up about every minute, interupting everything except phone calls.
It hates me. The phone HATES ME, and the feeling is mutual. My initial feeling of happiness has worn off and now I just want to chuck it at a wall and smash it to pieces with my bare fists.

Also, yesterday I had a dream that a guy told me that I had to marry him somewhere between fourteen hours from then and fourteen days.
So my subconcious is giving me a time limit.

Monday, March 7, 2011

rough morning

This is how I feel (and look) almost every morning, actually. Except maybe Sundays and Tuesdays.

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But it's been especially interesting lately, throwing in all these other responsibilities. I mean, I went from living with my parents & being a college bum, then moved across the states to become an upright role model in charge of a dorm full of girls (only 20 girls, but still). And recently I've been subbing classes like a mad woman, which is a totally different atmosphere than working in the dorm. For one, I have to really get dressed. No more pulling on the first pair of jeans that I see and throwing my hair in a ponytail. Two is a little hard to explain unless you've ever experienced something similar to confronting a pack of semi-feral animals or small children. You have to project dominance and self-esteem right off the bat, or they'll trample you and gnaw your bones. Figuratively.


It's my day off tomorrow, so I don't have much to do besides my adco meeting, hopefully (finally!) getting my license, and then subbing an English class. And maybe going to the store and the library.