"Peace begins with a smile."
--Mother Teresa
First off, on this eve of the new year I want to remind everybody that they should stay off the sauce and on a calender there was a "holiday" called Chanukah. Just letting you know.
Okay, Mom just barely finished my last Christmas present and it just happens to be of me and my brother dressed up as the Super Mario Bros. I'm Luigi and he's Mario and we're rad!! You know how it goes.
Police Chief: You know that woman that confessed to the murder?
Tony Giardino: What about her?
Police Chief: It just so happens that she confessed to some other murders.
Tony Giardino: I thought she would.
Police Chief: She confessed to the murders of Abraham Lincoln, Julius Caesar, and Warren G. Harding. She's a nutcase!
I have this neighbor. Her name is Florence. Nice old lady. Probably about 2 billion years old. But the thing is, she's a nutcase. Drives everyone insane. Story times:
1. She yells my name, "FLIPPY!!" There's no use in correcting her. She thinks she has it down pat. Plus, she only has two volumes: silence and double Brando.
2. Tells my mom that she's tired of sandwiches for dinner and will cook her own dinner. This'll happen everynow and again due to the fact that most days of the week other people cook for her. When mom gets busy that generally means small easy meals like sandwiches.
3. Claimed that the Sprengers were due back on Monday or Tuesday when we were clearly informed from the Sprengers themselves that they were coming back on Wednesday. Oh, she knows...really she does. She says so.
4. I've never seen her anywhere else besides that chair in her living room.
5. The Johns have said that Florence is out of her freaking gord. The stories they tell and how they go off on said subject. I actually find it quite humorous sometimes.
I guess the only way to experience what is Florence is to visit her yourself. When I get old I plan on going crazy, but wow. I only hope not to lose my mind so much, just slightly.
"And the toothpaste was swirled with tolerance and love."
--Jim Meaders
One week. I should be able to make it one week here. The place isn't so bad as long as I have something to do. Besides that, I need to check the place out. Things have changed. New stoplights in roads, others moved, land getting cleared for subdivisions, Wal-Mart getting doubled, no more Shop-n-Kart and I still need to blog about Florence.
Also, while coming home from Safeway [so much cooler than Smith's] there happens to be basically a herd of deer walking down 4th Street. Erwin, what's the plural for deer? Plus, there was me doing a whole lot of absolutely nothing throughout the day. That'll happen. Ooh, and I had pumpkin pie for breakfast! I'm all over that.
Anyways, people are missed. Matsugi, Benja, Dr. Jones, Whitebread, Uffish and bunch of others. You know who you are. And to finish off, quotes from the REal Ghostbusters:
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Man: I'd like to welcome you to the studio.
Ray Stantz: Wow! This is really fantastic! It looks just like the real thing!
Man: That's why we wanted you here to advise us, make sure we're doing it right. After-all, this is your life story..
Peter Venkman (I): No problem. As long as you got the right people to play us. Admit it, Redford was dying to play me, right?
Man: Not exactly. Here's the cast list.
Winston Zeddemore (I): Murray, Aykroyd and Ramis? What's that - a law firm?
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Peter Venkman (I): Egon, remember what I said. If you're gonna stay on this planet, you have to speak our language.
[the Ghostbusters are on the demon Dib Deblin's game show]
Winston Zeddemore (I): I sold my soul to the devil. I sold my soul to the devil.
Egon Spengler: Actually, Winston, Dib Devlin is only a minor demon.
Winston Zeddemore (I): I sold my soul to a minor demon. I sold my soul to a minor demon.
"There's the ex-girl that you used to like and she's working on her third kid."
--Mother
This is part of a conversation that I had with one Dr. Pettit right after church services just after a young girl passed by:
Me: "Was that Elyse Meyer?"
Dr: "Yup"
Me: "Married?"
Dr: "Yup"
Me" "Kid?"
Dr: "Yup"
I get back and things have changed. I get caught up on what's going on and like stuff. Yeah, this is weird. Washington was nice.
"What would you do with a brain if you had one?"
--Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz
"All I want for Christmas are my two front teeth!"
--Alvin and the Chipmunks
As I tap my heels together and say, "There's no place like home," I realize, yup, there isn't any place like it. Right now, it's more of a frozen wasteland than Provo. The weather is rather horrendous as it usual is for about 7 months of the year [Oct. to Apr. you can count on being mostly bad, the rest is normal funkiness]. The drive was something else. But I'm here and I may as well enjoy it.
Home, Mom and Dad are busy working. Little sister doing her own thing which often includes her trying to pick at my brain somehow. There's very little family to what I'm used to. That's sad. I generally have about 50 gwazillion peoples around. I work around it though. The house is cold, probably just below 70ºFahrenheitt [Matsugi, you would probably resort to several huge blankets for the entire day]. Mom and Dad are great cooks but dinner has consisted of microwaving leftovers so far. Having saved my laundry for probably longer than a good idea has left me wearing shorts for the entire day as all of my long pants underwent a cleaning cycle.
Sleep is another matter. First, there were the prank calls at 12:30am Monday morning to which I resorted to telling said prankster something like this, I'm traveling tomorrow so if you want me to die, please keep calling. Last night I still felt as if I were in motion because of so long in a car. Tonight is going to be spent in buses and stations. So, I anticipate being wasted for most of the break. But I do believe it will be worth it.
All in all, Christmas is a good time. Many people are missed, most of you know who you are. So, I guess, have a wonderful day.
"Ammonia, it's like shoving a screwdriver up your nose."
--Nathan B.
Ah, the time has come upon us. Finals are certainly over. Since Thursday and thank heavens. Yeah, finals always jacks me and generally in the face. Let's go over them:
bad stuff:
-speeding citation is all messed up. Their records are all screwy. I need to fizx this.
-7:00am final this past Wednesday. Um, that's butt early. Plus, said professor showed up about 20-25 minutes late with some sort of test that "needed" to be taken.
-working at heritage halls custodial. bleh...
good stuff:
-Monday morning I got a call from a secretary saying that I had a new occupation at the bayou bookstore. It's not custodial. So happy.
-10% discount
-no more tests for several weeks
-watching movies like Ghostbusters and the latter half of Waking Ned Divine and many episodes of the A-Team.
-Getting knocked out by Novocaine so that friends can shove me on a plane to go to Mexico
-eating tacos a sink
-conversing with people that I've never met as Krista
-Seeing Dave and Jared. Been slightly over two years since last time.
-Exchanging Jolly Rogers with Matsugi. Probably one of the funniest things ever!
-General snuggle time with Matsugi.
Yeah, it's time for a break. I was getting rather tired of school. And we all know that I don't care for calculus. Then there was that time while walking home from a final and I was talking to some girl [whom I've seen on a couple of occasions] where at the end of the conversation she says "well, see you later Felipe". That's okay I guess, mostly weird though because I distinctly recall not telling her my name. So that leads me to a thought, how many have I never met know my name? Sandra D? So that was odd.
AS for the title, I'm heading home to Oregon come Monday. Hence, I'm getting out of this town. Got myself a riding buddy and his sister who are from good old LG. I'm then heading up to Washington for a couple of days. Good times will be had. Looks like it's the bus for me on the Washington trip. Riding buddy to Portland is a no go due to circumstances. Oh well. I'm putting on lots of miles but I get to see Matsugi [who had left today] but it's all good and get to do lots of stuff. Two weeks out of Provo will do me a lot of good. Not much else to say I guess. Matsugi you are great, best thing since sliced bread. And all of you, travel safe.
This post has been brought to you by Krista's coMpUter.
"My gloves have sneeze on them."--Jules
So we get food in our mouths. That happens. We consume. And consume we do. Now, the thing is that we end up consuming a lot of foodstuffs. I wonder why? With all that foodstuffs, we would include some rather bizarre entities. Yeah, people are weird. But, often times, the foodstuffs will include mass amounts of chocolate. We like this. Yummers!! Okay, with that being said, some of the gunk that is created by our masticating of said foodstuffs gets stuck in all the weird corners of the mouth and teeth. Yes, this is disgustipating. So, there was the creation of toothpaste and what have you. Most of us like clean teeth so there's no problem with the brushing of a few teeth hopefully on a daily basis. It's all good.
But don't we wish there were other ways in which our teeth could get cleaned. Or that toothpaste could be put in any sort of food and our teeth would stay clean as we eat. We love the laziness factor. Imagine this: toothpaste covered brownies!!! Just think of it, you get the wonderful taste of the chocolate with a slight taste of mint on the side that comes along with that whitening action?! Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles!!!! Or maybe have your steak basted in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle style Crest? Oh, the life!! We should market this!!
Todos tienen una opinión sobre la música y cual es su tipo más preferible. Para mí, yo creo que la mejor música es la de los ochentas. Más que nada, a mí me gusta el estilo y el ritmo de este tipo rock y pop en ese tiempo. Y voy a explicar por qué ese es mi música favorita.
Primero, los ritmos son originales y tienen un estilo como ningún otro. Canciones como Salte de mis sueños, y entre a mi coche por Billy Ocean y El poder del amor por Huey Lewis and the News tienen su propia forma de ser que no puede encontrar en ningún otro lado. Sus ritmos y palabras son originales y son muy pegadizos. Por eso, a mí me gustan.
Segundo, los mensajes de muchas de estas canciones me hacen sentir feliz. Y este es por qué digo que esta música es el tipo que le hace sentir bien. Cada vez que escucho de música de los ochentas me siento mejor. Siempre me pone en una actitud buena. Creo que este tipo de música es el mejor para hacer que las personas se sienten mejor y se ponen felices.
Con estas cualidades, mi opinión que la música conocida como los ochentas es el tipo mejor del mundo. También creo que todos deben tener un tantito con otros para tener una variedad para que sean felices todo el tiempo.
Translation:
Everyone has an opinión about music and what kind they is their favorite. For me, I relieve that the best kind of music is the music from the 80’s. More than anything, I really like the style and rhythm of pop and rock of the time. I am going to explain why this is my favorite kind of music.
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"Qué lo des al hombre."
"Debe ponerlo a donde no se brilla el sol."
"Mi yerno se fue al triángulo Bermudada y se le comió un tiburón."
"Fue culpa mía."
--y muchas otras cosas dijimos benja, whitey y yo
"You pretend to take notes and I'll pretend to teach."
--Prof. Larson
Okay, so it's the end of the semester. Things are crazy. Roommate has 16 pages worth of papers to write. I took a test last Saturday. Last minute assignments are due and about a billion other things. Then we have that joyous week of finals coming within the next few days. Besides that, there are a gwazillion other extra-curricular activities going on. Everybody seems to be putting something on. I mean, something's going on Today, Tomorrow, Thursday, Friday and I believe on Saturday too. Yeah, I'm probably going to die by the end of next week. I think a lot of us feel overloaded. And you know what, I believe we bring that upon ourselves. You're all crazy.
Last nights conversation with benja talking like old crazy latin catholic grandmas was so much fun. We said some weird stuff. Once we got Whitey into it, of course we went overboard. Probably in the Bermuda Triangle. yeah.....
Other than the madness of finals I feel good. Matsugi is no. 1. She gets +10 points. And right now I'm listening to Sheryl Crow.
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"If ignorance is bliss, this lesson would appear to be a deliberate attempt to deprive me of happiness, the pursuit of which is my unalienable right according to the Declaration of Independence. I therefore assert my patriotic prerogative to not know this material. I'll be out in the playground."
--Calvin
These are my thoughts on calculus. It is a deliberate attempt to destroy my soul. Come on, when was the last time you enjoyed calculus? That's what I thought.
As for other news, the Vanity vs. Acronyms posts are now being published on the 3point5 blogspot because it is a 3.5 current/pasttime. This time around I decided to be mean and use the acronyms of NAAQS and BMX. This oughta be fun.
The semester is winding down and I'm glad it's almost done. Besides hating school and homework I'm enjoying life a lot [I wonder why that is Matsugi?]. Anyways, don't poke me in the eye and get goop all over your finger.
