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New Xanga. Why? Well, this one's a bit cluttered up, and I can't really keep track of all the subscriptions...to be quite frank, I can't even remember who half of them are. >_> Sooo...for any of you interested, here.
http://www.xanga.com/veryemousername
Ta!
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| I just remembered that I had this little site. Haha.
What can I say to summarize the last few months? Well, for starters, we’re moving. Our main reason to move is because of this stupid little thing called capital gains, which was invented simply to ruin our lives, I’m sure. Thus we are moving locally, but to a nicer neighborhood. This is all well and good, but one day after we signed the papers for the house, my mom lost her job.
What?
Yeah, it’s funny how things like that work. We didn’t have an explanation or a reason, just a very formal letter that could very well ruin our lives. Yeah, “ruin” may seem like an exaggeration, but no, it didn’t feel like it. I mean, for once it looked like our lives were going well, that things were going our way. But NO, we were back to square one. Again. I confess I was very bitter about the whole thing, but only for a little while. God didn’t allow me to stay that way. :] None of us really had a choice but to trust him, so trust we did.
And he came through. After many ups and downs, a job was offered to her last week.
I feel like giggling as I write this. Everything is coming together beautifully.
As such, we’re still planning on moving. Yesterday we got the chance to get a sneak peek of our house--it’s so beautiful. We were able to go inside and poke around and whatnot. Though there was sawdust covering the floors and toilets positioned in random areas and orange peels on our driveway, it was an incredible thing to see. We get the keys in just 11 days!
It’s been such a crazy process. Living in the same house 15 years with a household of packrats (not myself, never myself), there’s quite a lot of clutter that needs our attention, haha. Then there’s the stupid random repairs to make around the house (things we should’ve fixed years ago, like things broken by Gary) and whatnot. It’s quite a project--I can’t emphasize that enough--but it’s all coming together.
After that long speech that nobody cares about, let me conclude by saying…go see Dead Man’s Chest. It’s awesome! | | |
| New layout, to begin with. Hopefully I'll be able to upload a new profile picture (a ninja one, mind you) and then the transformation will be complete.
Spring Break has turned out to be relaxing and very eventless thus far. No exploring jungles and hazardous caves or discovering cures for cancer here, folks.
Unanimous is quite the interesting show. For those of you who have no idea what it is, here's the basic idea: 9 strangers are locked underground (in a very high-tech, sci-fi-looking bunker) with one goal--to unanimously decide who will win 1.5 million dollars. Naturally with both conflicting personalities and interests, sparks arise and things are not at all easy. The best and worst comes out in the contestants--some are selfless and open, while others lie and manipulate to get their way.
Of course, there's a number of twists and turns as the show progresses. To summarize, it's a very interesting show, and one that I'd recommend.
World of Warcraft is draining away my very life. When I first started playing it I had no intention of becoming a WoW addict--I didn't even think it was that fun. But no, all good intentions have been lost as this game is preying upon my very soul! It's quite as addictive as everyone makes it out to be...perhaps one of the reasons I haven't been hanging around these parts quite so much?
This post wouldn't feel complete without a rant on some subject, but as it is there are far too many subjects to rant about at this moment. Illegal immigration woes, the Gospel of Judas, the world threatening to rip apart....
We shall settle for the second-best thing: a good dose of poetry. Yes, yes indeed. Enjoy Shakespeare's 116th Sonnet.
| Let me not to the marriage of true minds |
| Admit impediments. Love is not love |
| Which alters when it alteration finds, |
| Or bends with the remover to remove: |
| O no! it is an ever-fixed mark |
| That looks on tempests and is never shaken; |
| It is the star to every wandering bark, |
| Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. |
| Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks |
| Within his bending sickle's compass come: |
| Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, |
| But bears it out even to the edge of doom. |
| If this be error and upon me proved, |
| I never writ, nor no man ever loved. |
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| Okay, I'm not officially reopening my blog, but I'll post when fancy strikes me. 
Something most distressing, disturbing, bothersome, and all-around infuriating happened yesterday. You see, as of late our Internet has not been working at all well. Our service provider was no help, but eventually we figured that the problem was our line.
The solution? Get someone to install a new line. Well, that's all well and good, but of all the people in all the world, Mom had to decide she wanted her friend's soon-to-be ex husband to install the line. I thought this was incredibly stupid and a bit pointless, but she said he'd do a good job of it and that would be that. So, we played phone tag for a while, until they finally were able to talk on the phone.
Ok. Long story short, he asked her out. The divorce has barely been finalized, and already he's turning to other women. That in itself is bad enough, but he has a lot of nerve to ask a friend of his wife's! Did she expect him to welcome it with open arms?
On top of all that, we haven't really even seen or talked to him for years. What a desperate person he must be.
Bleh. That just left me feeling weird.
David's taking a lot of silly classes this year, like Sociology and Psychology and all that jazz. He received a sociology assignment in which he was supposed to visit a grocery store, think up a bunch of mumbo jumbo about why the Ethnic Foods aisle encourages prejudice and discrimination, and visit a toy store and discover how toys shape gender and race issues.
I went along as secretary and brainstormer. It was actually quite interesting. Well, the food part wasn't so interesting. The toy part was. There was a lot of interesting things to note, especially for the toys geared for girls. Increasingly they're focused on materialism, glamour, and sex appeal. It was pretty depressing. There was a Bratz doll, complete with skimpy outfit, exagerrated features, excess makeup, with the box declaring "Comes with Luscious Loungewear!" or "Flashy Party Outfit!" Sound like a toy for a four-year-old? I think not.
I planned on writing a huge rant about my findings, but that can be delayed until another time, I think.
Yeah, I'll try to get around to returning your comments...:]
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