I have been tagged, here it goes:

The Rules:
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (**if you're a non-blogger, you can email them!)
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

1. My right foot is slightly longer than my left.

2. I find hours and hours of fun in staring at lights, then closing my eyes and watching all the shapes appear behind my eyelids.  This activity often leads to spontaneous naps.

3. If I could, I would sleep during the day and be active all night, as the night is my favorite time of day.  (Day??  Hmm, something about that doesn't seem right...)

4. I believe manatees are the most underrated, ignored and misunderstood animals.  They are my favorite.

(the rest to come soon...)

Life Without School Is:

-People asking me "What do you have going on?" and me saying "Nothing.  Nothing at all."

-Full nights of sleep, (and sometimes days too)

-Reading anything I want

-No more moments wondering "What should I be doing right now that I'm avoiding like the plague?"

Quote of the day:

"Sleeping is no mean art:  for its sake one must stay awake all day." 

~Friedrich Nietzsche

She ran, her heart pounding a staccato rhythm, reminiscent of a thousand drums.  Terror followed her through the thick overgrowth of the forest, strange shadows and shapes leaping out at her as she tripped and stumbled through the brush.  Trees moaned and howled, as the wind pushed and pulled them with huge invisible hands, carelessly moving them at random.  Menacing growls rose from the dark corners and caves, filling the air with images of teeth and claws and eyes bright with violence.  These noises of the night eluded her, however, the silence of death the only thing filling her ears.

Nothing would save her now.  Nothing could.  Her fate was unavoidable, her destiny laid before her feet like a vortex of blackness, no end in sight.

The pounding of her feet on the ground increased as a renewed sense of fear filled her: it was coming.  She could practically feel its presence, its menace, looming over her.  She threw herself forward, eyes unseeing, ears unhearing, the only thing breaking through the wall of icy cold fright the sound of her own frantic breath.  She risked one look over her shoulder, one glance at what would be her ultimate undoing, and fell headlong into the pit.  The impact knocked the wind out of her body, her lungs seizing for air, for relief.  Her hands and knees throbbed, skinned beyond healing by the sudden contact.  And suddenly through the haze of pain, she knew.  It was in the pit.  It had sat there, waiting.  Not pursuing her, as she'd thought.  It had sat in wait, knowing she would unerringly come, like a sheep to the slaughter.  Slowly, helplessly, she raised her head to meet her doom.

And there it was...

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Hmm...major case of well-of-creativity-running-dry.  Guess I'll have to finish this later...

So I've discovered something really really significant about myself today.  I have pride issues.  I discovered this as I stood in front of my speech class, smiling idiotically, as I waited for a late member of my presentation group.  I rediscovered this a few minutes later as I watched the movie clip I attempted to show begin to play in slow motion.  (You know, even Denzel Washington gets boring after a few minutes of this)  And finally, just in case this realization hadn't quite hit home yet, I realized this yet again at the end of my speech when during our Q and A session, someone from the back row raised his hand, looked at me and said, "So are you done talking yet?"  Suffice it to say, I have no pride left.  This is what happens when you are made a total fool in front of a roomful of people, I guess.  I am, however, taking offers if anyone would like to stalk the guy with the big mouth for me and put the fear of God in him in some dark alley. 

Kids are hilarious.  I ran the game time last night at church during the evening service.  It was quite entertaining - for me.  It cracks me up that the majority of adults treat kids like they're stupid, or at least less intelligent than them.  I have total respect that these kids are just as smart, if not smarter than me.  I have this theory that kids are organized: they hold secret meetings where they plan how best to keep us adults in our false state of denial and obliviousness about their superior intelligence.  Yes, they do it all on purpose, to give us a false sense of security.  We think we're in charge, but deep down I think we all know better.

I am so tired of papers.  Of school in general.  What is life like without school?  I can't remember.  But soon I will become acquainted again with myself, my life, without the constant intrusion of education. 

You gotta love it. 

Quote of the day:

"True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those move easiest who have learned to dance."

-Alexander Pope

Why my life is good:

-I have a reason to be hopeful, always, no matter what's happening in my life or in the world.

-My favorite people are my family.

-Last weekend someone looked me in the eye and said, "You are really bright, and really funny."

-The color green is everywhere.  (It's spring!!)

-Last night as I sat reading notes from class, I realized that as finals approach, this is the least stressed I've been all semester.

-This morning I got up early enough to eat a waffle for breakfast.

-I have people in my life who believe I can do anything.

-When people look down on me or try to make me feel inferior, I know they're wrong.

-I love my job.  (Sometimes there are weeks when I laugh hardest at work)

-Whenever I really start to forget why life is so important, where all the beauty and loveliness is in the midst of so much pain and grief that life holds, I look into the eyes of those I love, and remember.

Quote of the day:

"Don't underestimate man's capability for evil, and man's capability for great good."