I thought about having a LiveJournal instead of a blog, but I don't think I'm all THAT emo. And I love my design. I still have a cold. That is all.

Woooooo!!

Okie, first the very bad news of the weekend: Anthony was apparently in a car crash, but evidently he's ok. I don't really know any of the details, so I shall leave that to Michelle. But the important part is he's ok. Someone must be watching out for those two, I swear.

Now to the more-personal-but-less-earth-shattering bad news of the weekend: I got sick Friday evening and have remained sick til, well, now. I still am. The good news is that though there was some throwing-up related stuff that led me to be afraid of having gotten the flu, we've determined that I only have a cold, and the throwing up was due to me being dumb and taking two doses of DayQuil within two hours of each other (I would have sworn that one dose was way earlier than that, but I had been sleeping all day). The other much better news is that I was taken care of all weekend, getting liquids forced down my throat and medicine shoved at my nose (think I'm kidding?) and chicken soup made for me, by someone who I think hates chicken noodle soup. Basically put to rest all worries I ever had. And I'm sure I got better treatment than I would have being by myself in my dorm room all weekend. Sucks that I still have class, but at least physics is canceled tomorrow.

And now I feel the NyQuil kicking in a bit, so off I go.

Firstly, I have to say THANK GOD that Greg has finally lent me The Ugly Organ. At last, I can hear the songs in their proper order and the ENTIRE album. Granted, it leaves me with so many wrenching feelings, but Cursive is just so goood, I put up with feeling emo all the time. And a boy at the station might give me an Ugly Organ poster, which would make me very happy indeed.

Before I get started on the activities of late, I must say that my stomach is whining at me. I waited far too long to eat dinner, and then ate way too much due to my hunger. I actually had to stop stuffing myself with cookies cause it hurt. Way to lose weight. Though, actually, I think I have. Or was, til now.

Last night was fantastic. Got to see Phantom of the Opera as my Christmas present, and it was amazing. It was all I could do to keep myself from saying every line from the second act, I know it so well, and it lived up to what I had hoped and more. Oooh, and I got to get a red dress and be all pretty. Was freezing, but pretty. Anyway, I almost can't describe how cool some of it was for me.

Been all but living at the radio station lately. Had to sub for a two-hour show today, and actually I think it was one of my best shows yet. I've definitely loosened up. And it's funny - I was going to mention that it was a good show, cause I personally felt it was, and then during orchestra, Amy said that this random chick mentioned how she heard me on the radio today and it was really good. I was stunned. Still am.

Classes are going alright - Biology takes me awhile to read, but the lectures are interesting. Physics is fun so far, and I pretty much got all the homework right (except I estimated the size of a human chest in meters squared incorrectly, but hey, that really had very little to do with the problem). Russian culture is interesting I suppose, though it's filled with Rollie Collie types. Met a chick from Salem College who transferred here. She and a chick from the UK are interested in getting into Pinehurst. Best of luck to them both.

Oh, speaking of UK chicks - if Pixie really can come visit, that would be awesome. I'm already scheming, wooo.

Lyrics of song currently playing:

Your gentleman caller,
well, he's been calling on another
he loves his forbidden fruit.
And as it dribbles down his chin
he cries, "Baby, I've been drinking
with some friends! Now how
'bout a little kiss..."
Bad boy!
Rub his nose in it!
What a mess
and he's playing dumb
"Doo do doo..."

Enter second gentleman caller stage left, prowling towards a distressed damsel.

"I'm not looking for a lover,
all those lovers are liars...
I'd never lie to you
You say you want to get even?
Yeah, you want to get
you bad man good?
Well, are you in the mood?

She nods.

You bad girl!
Does it feel good being bad?
And getting worse?
"Doo do doo..."

But in the morning
on the sober dawn of Sunday
you're not sure what you have done
Who told you love was fleeting?
Sometimes men can be so misleading
to take what they need from you
Whatever you need to make you feel
like you've been the one behind the wheel
the sunrise is just over that hill
the worst is over
Whatever I said to make you think
that love's the religion of the weak
this morning we love like weaklings
the worst is over.

The worst is over.

Argh, I am frustrated. Maybe I'm just not handling stress well to start off with. Granted, the (third) new problem that relates to the radio station that was brought to me today did not make me happy AT ALL, but everything's...going to be fine.

Was reading a thread from a long time ago. Made me amused, and also reminds me: those who see me semi-regularly, be sure to tell me if I become TOO thin. Granted, I seriously doubt that could happen, but I definitely don't want to be one of those horribly emaciated stick-children. Being back at school, I've noticed quite a lot of those stick-children, and it's pretty gross. I like my curves.

So. I saw this on the board, and it made me giggle. A lot. http://dana.ucc.nau.edu/~sam35/mjk_toss.mpeg
Edit: It's Maynard from Tool, and a fan who got a little more than he bargained for.

Well, I'm at school and fine and everything. Had my first two classes today - Biology and the Physics of Music. A little daunting, but ultimately not too bad. My big stressor of the day was finishing up my editing, which I was informed suddenly was due, well, tomorrow. So I rushed and finished it in one day; woooooooo. Of course, this was due largely in part to Alee helping me figure out some German. If she hadn't helped out with those three measures, I think I would still be staring at them.

Brad left a message for Greg on my board. But it's in Chinese.

I had to make an emergency run for a lightbulb. But it's ok, cause not only is a nice new lightbulb now in place, but I also bought a new toothbrush, toothpaste and facial wash. Annnnd, the new lightbulb is much brighter than the old one. Maybe now I can see to write my papers.

Spent the late evening comparing icky boyfriend stories with Alee. She seemed most horrified at the Billy saga. I guess it is pretty awful, considering I was twelve. This then threw me into endless contemplations, like maybe this is the root of all my issues, the beginning, etc. But maybe I'm giving it too much thought. Also have memories of Black an Mild's and that languid feeling of doing something bad, wandering around in a tanktop and swimsuit bottom. The clarity of these memories shocked me, and I stewed in gloom for awhile. But not for long; for I only had to think of how far I had come, and remind myself that I could remember things without letting them affect me. And I couldn't be happier with what I have now, and I like the safe, warm, glowy feeling I get.

Perfect love and perfect trust. Such loaded words, and I never noticed. I wonder how many other phrases are like that.

"Sometimes the best way to move into the unknown is to take familiar steps, small steps. To do ordinary things to deal with something that is in no way ordinary. We're always going someplace new, all the time. Familiar things just let us pretend that we aren't moving into unfamiliar territory. You take those small familiar steps, and you try to be honest, not to live as if nothing had changed but still to go on with your life. But there are times when what you need is a piece of how things used to be." - Taken

A few weeks ago I fell in love with a watch in a Dillard's ad. It also happens to be a Fossil watch, and I do so love Fossil. I found the watch just now on the website: http://www.fossil.com/jump.jsp?iMainCat=115&itemType=CATEGORY&itemID=175

It's the silver star pattern to black dial. I know it seems silly, but I really like it, and well, I have a history of having silly watches. They also have it on a smaller scale : http://www.fossil.com/jump.jsp?iMainCat=114&itemType=CATEGORY&itemID=172

But it's just not as "me." I 've never liked the squarish kind of face, and I just like the chunkier one better, etc. Anyway, preeetttty.

Boring boring boring. This blog is boring.

Have I mentioned Blogger can be dumb? Cause it can. Oh, and I finished Taken finally, all twenty hours. All I can say is, it's goooood. Katie and Cara would like it especially, I think. See if you can rent it, cause I know it's out right now on DVD. I may just have to buy it.

It's now a day later and Blogger is still sucking. But things seem much less scary in the light.

Well, a killer has been possibly roaming about my neighborhood for the past few days.

The night before last we thought something might be up because we saw all these ambulances and cop cars and traffic in general going by our house, which doesn't happen very often as we live in an "extremely rural area" (according to the newscaster, oh joy). Melissa didn't notice anything when she finally dragged herself out of the house an hour or so later to visit Krista, but later that night we discovered (on the news, no less) that a man who lives on my road was shot and killed in a random home invasion, and some other people in his house were shot as well. We didn't find out until the next day (also through watching the news) that others who lived right next to him (he lived a few houses down) are "frightened to leave their homes" because the killer is "mentally unstable" and "has been known to live in the woods in the immediate area." Lovely. Of course, these woods are all near my house, and a bit borders the backyard. The area is creepy at night all the time, but tonight and last it's been even more eerie than usual. The only way I keep myself from being even more creeped is by reminding myself that the temperature is in the teens out there, so perhaps the chances of the guy still hanging around are slimmer.

I tried finding a news story about this online to link, but apparently we're just too "rural" to even merit that. :P

In much better news, I got weighed at the hospital today, and despite all the cookies, chocolate-covered cherries, pies, and other desserts I've been consuming over the break, I weigh not one pound more or less than I did when I got here.

Tomorrow I make brownies. Bring them on. Woooo.

Well, in about a week I'll be back in Florida. I truly do have mixed feelings about this. I miss Florida, I miss Greg, I miss my room, etc, but I have enjoyed spending time with my family, even with all the stress. If I could just move Greg up here or them down there, everything would be fine. Oh well. At any rate, somehow I have managed to find the mental rest I think I needed.

I've been watching the miniseries Taken, which my family taped off of sci-fi last year and which I am sitting down just this week to watch. It's a 20-hour miniseries; last night we watched six hours, and tonight we watched another six. Trust me, if I weren't watching it with my family I would stay up all night to finish it. I'm completely addicted.

New Year's was boring at best and miserable at worst, but I'm fairly over it, and "have had a little cry," as Katie tends to say, and am moving past it.

Doug brought over some boxes from my dad's basement that we hadn't known were there tonight. There wasn't really anything that was mine; it was mostly Stacey's extra junk and Marie's toys, and some of our industrial cooking stuff. It was really funny, going through some of it; there were some toys that had just been thrown in a box and were so obviously Marieified, like the Rex from Toy Story puppet that was being semi-strangled by Aladdin's cape. Unfortunetely, some stuff has gotten musty, so we'll have to go through everything and be harsh. Jim took some stuff for Julian, though, like the beautiful huge yellow heavy-duty Tonka truck that sti;; looked like new, though that had been through some heavy dinosaur-carting. Hell, maybe Julian will even cart dinosaurs around in it as well - he's very into them nowadays, and watching Jurassic Park, and acting like a dinosaur himself, stomping around and roaring frighteningly like Marie did at that age. Indescribingly adorable. Jim also took a green light-saber with him. I'm not sure if it was for Julian or himself, as I think most of his lightsabers had gotten broken at his bachelor party (a drunken saber-fight across the town square, I'm told).

My new year's resolution is to start wearing sunscreen every day and save my skin, so if you see me when I'm back, ask me if I'm wearing it.

I had a fever earlier tonight and felt really sick. This was worrying, as Melissa had had the same thing a few days ago, and had wound up throwing up and such, and Doug had had the same thing a few days before that. Luckily, I don't seem to be nauseous anymore, though I do still have a fever. Thus, I suppose I should get rest, and hopefully not dream about Taken again like last night; I didn't dream about aliens, but did dream that it was WWII.