Wednesday, March 31, 2004

Name of the day: Sam Hill, What in the.

I finally got my new cds in the mail yesterday from BMG. One of them is the last cd that Ben Folds released. It is so good! I've been listening to it non-stop since taking it out of the package. I need to make a copy of it so I don't have to carry it from house to car and back again everytime I go somewhere.

Ursula Braunstaen's lunch order was messed up again today. Shocker! She bit into her sandwich, and said, "Ugh! That is NOT honey mustard!" Yep, I had the same sentiments as yesterday.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Name of the day: Levi Gene Pearson. He was an elder in my mission. He's a nice guy, who liked a lot of the same music as I. Say his name out loud several times, and guess why he wins "Name of the day".

You may remember my mentioning the sisters with whom I work, and their constant displeasure with every food purchase they make. Well, today when I got back from lunch, Ursula Braunstaen, the office managing sister, mentioned that she had gone to get a sandwich from Subway, and they "put [her] sandwich together without even asking [her] what [she] wanted on it." What I wanted to say in return: "You know what? Shut the ____ up! You wouldn't have been pleased even if they had asked you! It's not in your nature to be satisfied with anything you don't do yourself." She should just crawl her unhappy self behind the counter and make the sandwich herself.

While talking about "the sisters"...they were in the raunchiest mood today. They were so stressed out this morning...like there was a line of patients yelling at them to make appointments or to ask why their bill was so much or whatever. But today was hardly what one would call a "busy day". It was rather slow. I mean...we got to watch "Days of Our Lives" at noon. Take a chill pill and shut up! Just SHUT UP! ****!

So what's going to happen on "Days"? Marlena's killing everybody. She killed old Alice Horton today, for crying out loud! Is this going to be a "Dallas" thing? John's going to wake up and find Alice in the shower?

I'm not usually a watcher of the daytime "stories", but I've been reading TV Guide during lunch when I have to stay at the office. I had been reading the "Days" storyline for months, and last week I decided it's time to switch it on and watch. I'm pathetic, I know, but "Days" hasn't been this exciting since Marlena was possessed 9 years ago.

"This summer, Lollapalooza will embody the spirit of the Gypsy!" Woohoo! Morrissey, Flaming Lips, Sonic Youth, Modest Mouse, the Polyphonic Spree and String Cheese Incident are confirmed to play the main stage of the 2004 Lollapalooza tour this summer. I am so there! And, Morrissey, I'm coming after you, baby!

Oh...and the stupid Yankees lost! HAHAHA! Season record 0-1! D-rays beat them 8-3! Today's going to be a good day!

Monday, March 29, 2004

Name of the day: Cymantha Lee. She is the daughter of the lady who substituted today for someone at work. I wouldn't have known this jacked up spelling had I not looked at the back of her car. She has her daughter's name, softball team logo, and jersey number plastered across her back windshield.

I've been suffering from squeaky-bra lately. I have this one underwire bra that squeaks. Is the fabric too tight around the wire? What is the deal? How do I remedy it? It's kind of embarrassing. I wore this bra to church yesterday, and during Sunday School, I was sitting between two guys. I had to stop all movement because I was creeking, and one of the guys asked what the noise was. I played dumb while trying to stifle a chuckle and my desire to turn him red by telling him, "I have on a musical bra. If you get closer, I can play your favorite hymn."

I was reminded of one of my most embarrassing moments today while at Curves. A lady uttered the phrase, "I'll be here with bells on." When I was a missionary, I was on the phone with a leader, who was telling me about a meeting we were having the next morning. He told me to be there with bells on. Before that moment, I had never heard that saying, so I asked, "Why do we have to wear bells?" He just said, "You'll see." So I asked what kind of bells he wanted. He said, "You can wear any kind you want...even invisible bells." I didn't catch on. So when I got off the phone, I told my companion that we had to have bells for the meeting. I cut bells out of construction paper and hung them from my earrings. When we got to the meeting the next morning, our leader almost peed his paints. He laughed so hard, and I did not know why. He had to explain, and I felt like a dumdum. The last 13 months of my mission, I had to live with that story. It was terrible. Anyway, when the lady at Curves said that today, I started snickering. Ahh...good times... Now that I think about it, I wish I had taken a picture of my bells.

Sunday, March 28, 2004

One of my favorite things about Sunday afternoon is that there is no work to do, no where to be, absolutely no commitments. It is rare that I don't take a Sunday nap. I love that I can sleep as long as I want and no one will bother me. But there is a downside to this. I can sleep for hours during these naps that often end around 7:00 PM, which means that I'm not tired when it's time to go to bed to rest for work on Monday morning. I'm groggy for work. It makes me hate my job. The tone for the week is set. So what do I do? I think setting an alarm for a Sunday nap is obscene. Not taking one is usually not an option...I'm sleeping, dammit!

I feel like I've been beaten up by a gorilla and run over by a truck today. I was up way too late last night, er this morning, chatting to Zannah, who is a very funny girl...even though she has called Tori's music "watered down". I still don't understand that, but you know, it's okay!

My mom bought this new machine to add to our growing workout area. The machine works arms and abs. I was on the monster for a while yesterday, and today, I hurt so bad. I can't sit up straight, and I can't raise my arms. It sucks. I was dying while teaching my class this morning. I'm glad that's over so I can go take a nap when lunch settles a little more.

Church was good today. The girls I teach are so funny and chatty. They make me laugh. They listen to what I try to share with them, and they teach me so much. Whenever class is over, I feel great! There are few feelings better than that.

My very favorite candy is a Reese's peanut butter egg. I'm so glad they are only out during the Easter season. I do realize that there are peanut butter trees, pumpkins, and hearts, but I'm not drawn to those as much as the eggs. They are so delicious.

I'm off to take a nap! Good night!

Name of the day: Femelia. It makes me think of "familia". That's why I picked it.

My mom's "workstation" is in my room. Every Saturday night when I come home, all I want to do is check my email and go to bed. But she is always just starting her printing and other stuff for church the next day. And she never prints things that copy quickly. It takes like 30 minutes to print 15 full-color pages. THEN, she's got to cut out the stuff, type something else, reprint something she's messed up... And the thing that makes me mad is that I've been out for 5 hours. What was she doing that whole time? She was most likely sitting in here playing solitaire and watching a movie. I go crazy when she does that. Anyway...

I've mentioned before that I'm in the Young Women leadership at church. Every year there is a huge meeting for the Young Women all around the world. The leadership of the church speaks to us via satellite. Yeah...I forgot that it was tonight. I'm horrible. I'm going to catch so much flack tomorrow from the Young Women because I'm supposed to set an example by being there. Instead I was with some friends watching HGTV.

Je voudrais dire que je DETESTE les chaînes de télé qui traitent le jardinage et le bricolage. C'est bon de les regarder de temps en temps quand on veut améliorer sa maison, mais tout le temps? C'est la folie! J'aime bien aller poter chez certains amis, mais ils regardent cette chaîne 24/24. Ça me fait chier! J'adore mes amis, mais ces chaînes me soulent! Ils lisent ce truc, et c'est pour cette raison que je dis ceci en français. Merci et bonne nuit!

Who in the world is Joss Stone, and why is she ruining a White Stripes song on my MTV?!

Man, I'm easily annoyed today!

Friday, March 26, 2004

What does Bob Harris whisper to Charlotte at the end of Lost in Translation?

Today was a boring, crap day! I don't even have a "name of the day".

Thursday, March 25, 2004

Name of the day: Konner (with a K) W. Howell. I was going to pick Cyrenthia Detranece Finley-Ward, but I like the Konner (with a K) (only) W. Howell. Actually there were several good names in the Monroe paper today: all of them given to newborns. Brylee Elizabeth, Kourtney (with a K) Reanna, Tristen Jermya, Shalansia Erma Janae, Arianna DeonJeanet, and Liberty Grace. Yes, it was a good day for crappy baby names.

One of my new favorite late-night shows is called "Most Extreme Elimination Challenge". It's funny on two fronts: one, there are a bunch of gung-ho, crazy Japanese people knocking themselves senseless. I wonder if they get any sort of medical insurance from this show, what with all the hyperextensions, crushed faces and dislocated things I assume happen. I know some Japanese are freak contortionists, but I don't believe all of them are.

The second thing that makes this show funny is that Americans have completely taken the show out of context. They've made up their own commentary, a supposed translation of the Japanese commentators. The original show is called "Takeshi's Castle", and Takeshi and his team are defending his castle from Tani's team of crazy, gutsy grab bag of people (those who are kissing rock and log throughout the whole thing). The dialog has a lot of double entendres, and it's mostly annoying to listen to. But I think the guys are pretty clever anyway. It hurts to watch sometimes, but I laugh heartily the whole way through.

Another late-night fave is the Dave Chappelle Show. I belly-laugh for 30 straight minutes.

Today I went to Sonic for lunch. I rarely eat my lunch while sitting in my car, but I decided to change my routine. There is this one carhop, who has opted to wear rollerskates (I do believe they have a choice of skates or shoes), but she can't skate very well. She rolled out the door sort of awkwardly with her tray, and when she got to the spot to serve the order, she plowed into the speaker pole. I admit that I laughed. I don't feel like I'm mean to have done that. I mean, she did volunteer to wear the skates. She put herself under my scrutiny. While I sat and ate my lunch, I waited eagerly for her every return. I waited for loss of tray, but alas, it was in vain.

I love the feeling of swishing cool mint Listerine in my mouth and the taste and sensation after I spit it out. I feel ready to go kiss every guy I see. Well...not every guy. A select few whom I think would be kissable, like him and him and him and him and him...

I was looking up photos of Johnny Depp, and a "Buy drugs" window popped up. How not ironic!

Name of the day (Wednesday): Rhekeba. This is the dyslexic version of Rebekah. Let's see...what other names can I come up with? Herbeka. Kherbea (Kirby). Bharkee. These letters are great for names.

I would just like to take this time to remind people that I don't make up my names of the day. I find them in the newspaper, online, or at the office (those are the ones without last names). So no more suggestions of letters you've pulled from space.

You know what I hate? I hate the dead time in between albums (or promotions thereof) of my favorite artists. There are no new songs, no T.V. performances, no concert tours, no news, no EPs, no DVDs, no nothing. It's terrible, and Tori says she won't put out a new album until '05! Good grief! I feel like I'm waiting for Harry Potter 5 all over again! And speaking of that, when is 6 going to be out? Anyway, I'm going through Tori withdrawals...even though I listen to her everyday, AND I have 2 video tapes filled with performances.

My neck hurts a lot. Will someone give it a rub?

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Name of the day: Optimus Prime. "Prime took his name from the leader of the Autobots Transformers, which were popular toys and a children's cartoon in the 1980s. Prime says the toy actually filled a void in his life when it came out." Huh...

I was checking out this guy's website, and this is my favorite part: He says, "This site is for all Transfans. It contains some of our kitbashing, fanfic, links, oddities, and will let you get to know a little about my family and I." Yep, he's a victim of his mom telling him, "No, Stephen, this ice cream isn't for Bobby and me, it's for Bobby and I."

Anyway, I had the worst headache of my life last night, so I didn't fall asleep until around 2 AM. It didn't feel good lying down or sitting up. It sucked. So I slept until about 9, went to work, and I came home for a 4-hour lunch at 1. I took a great nap with my cat. Now I've taken a benedryl and hope to be asleep soon so I can get up, go work out, and actually work tomorrow. That would be great. Money is a good thing to have.

While I was at work today, I moved up a level in my life. There were some insurance guys there offering supplemental insurance coverage. I now have a life insurance policy and a cancer policy since kidney cancer seems to be a big thing in my family. Now, I officially feel like a member of the older end of the planet's citizens. Weird. I feel like I should go celebrate somehow, but what do I do? Eat things that won't kill me? Oh! I also had my mouth swabbed to make sure I don't use tobacco products or narcotics. Good times...

My pits itch.

Monday, March 22, 2004

Name of the day: Quinon. I'm not sure whether this is pronounced KEE-nen or KWI-nen, which is what I'm leaning toward. I like them both. I think studying different languages is messing me up here. I saw it on a tombstone the other day while at the cemetary, and I thought, "What a strange name!" But the more I think about it, the more I like it.

It's 9:00 and I've already gone to work out today. I figured if I'm gonna be late for work, I may as well be late for a good reason. I felt a little nauseated, though. Maybe I shouldn't go right after I wake up. I don't know. I did eat before going, so whatever. I don't know what kind of music was playing this morning, but it made me want to crawl back into bed. Methinks this week will be an experiment in when I should go.

I slept like crap last night.

Sunday, March 21, 2004

Name of the day: Aristotle. I believe there are some names that should be earned...like a title. This is one of them. Even though I really like the person that has this name, I'm just not sure if he can fill the shoes that come with such a moniker.

I actually got to church on time today. I haven't done that in months. Every Sunday morning, about 20 minutes before meetings are to start, my mom says, "The bishop wants all leaders to be there 10 minutes early!" (She is over the little kids, and I am over the 12-18 year-old girls.) Everytime she says that to me, I make it a point to be 10 minutes late. I have nothing against being on time, but I HATE when she tells me the same thing every Sunday. DRIVES ME NUTS! Well, this morning she didn't make the announcement, so I didn't have anything to rebel against...well, except maybe the whole concept of church. I guess it's a good thing that I have a testimony that Jesus is my savior and that I have faith that I will be blessed by going to church meetings and by obeying the commandments given me.

On Sunday nights, the young single adults in our ward get together to get to know each other better and to talk about life. Tonight we were talking about some of the people our age, who don't come to church anymore, and how to better fellowship them. Someone showed a clip from a cheesy Mormon flick called Singles Ward. (LDS congregations are called wards, and where there are enough single people, there are singles wards. This movie is a parody of living within a singles ward.) The purpose of showing the clip was to show good vs. bad ways of trying to get people to come back to us. I HATE this movie. The clip was turning into clips, and I was about to leave when a girl finally stopped it. I was in a cold sweat by that time. After I had dried up, I got into a good conversation with some guys about traveling to Central America. The night ended better than it started. Thank goodness.

I hate when I buy my Sunday chocolate milk Saturday night and my sister comes over and drinks it while we're at church. I coulda given her such a smack! I mean, I try really hard to by my milk Saturday so I don't have to go shopping on Sunday, and BAM! She drinks it! What a...UGH!

I think I might have to fire my weather geisha! I look to her every morning to tell me what to wear, and she hasn't been here in days!

Name of the day: Jennifer Lifshitz. This is the name of one of the contestants on "Average Joe: Adam Returns". She's, well,...she's odd. So now whenever my friends and I see or talk about somebody who is a little loopy, we refer to that person as a "lifshitz". We also use phrases like, "You're full of lifshitz!" "You stupid lifshitz." "That smells lifshitz." Things like that. I know I'm 27, and this may be really immature, but I don't really care what you think, man!

I don't like going to cemetaries. I went with my grandmother to check the flowers on my grandfather's grave this afternoon. I feel weird there, and I have this thing about walking around all the dead people. It freaks me out a little bit, and then I have my grandmother wimpering, "I wish you could have known him." What am I supposed to say back?! Because nothing ever pops into my head. At least when we're done, we always go get ice cream. And today was a nice day, so we ate our ice cream outside while talking about undead things. I love ice cream.

Now it's getting stormy outside, and I really should go to bed because I have to teach in the morning. But I will most likely stay up watching the lightening and listening to the thunder. Storms fascinate me.

Saturday, March 20, 2004

Name of the day: any name like Chastity, Temperance, Faith, Hope, Charity, etc. I mean, I see where the parents are going , and it's a good idea, but it's like they're begging to have a rebellious child. I don't know one chaste Chastity. One of my best friends from high school, who's middle name is Temperance, was drunk everyday before school even started. Faith, Hope and Charity are always the high school drop-outs, who go all gothic and claim to be agnostics. But they don't even know what the hell that means because they dropped out of high school. It's just the gothic thing to say.

I went to the grocery store last night, and at the entrance was a display of spaghetti sauce, which thing is generally associtated with Italy. What grabbed my attention, though, was the replica of the Eiffel Tower standing in the midst of the bottles. As you know, the Eiffel Tower was recently dismantled and is now on it's first world tour, soon to be in a city near you. It is on display for the next few months in Italy, making the tower the premier marketing tool in selling all things Italian.

I am a big fan of Europe, but I don't expect everyone to share this love...just the people I call intelligent and my friends. I know that many Americans aren't able to distinguish France from Italy on a map. Heck, 11% of 18-24 year-old Americans can't even locate their own country. (WTF?) However, I do expect at least one person in the grocery store to know that the Eiffel Tower is in France, while spaghetti sauce comes from Italy. You know what I'm sayin'?

I kinda want to go to IHOP and try the stuffed French toast.

If you enjoy fun flash animation, check out this. WARNING: There are some "f-bombs" in this. I'm just sayin'.

Thursday, March 18, 2004

Name of the day: Kristl. Stupid!

I don't think there is any better news that one could receive on a Thursday afternoon than that of finding out the next day is a day off. This week's been sort of a sluggish one for me as I've been staying up rather late. This afternoon I was dreading tomorrow's work, but my friends reminded me that my dad wanted a 3-day weekend. How cool is that? I want a job one day where I can sit and think, "Do I want to work this Friday? Nope! Everybody, go home!" I should be a doctor. I would have the power to make Fridays part of the weekend. Kick ass!

You know how we all have those people with whom we can share anything, while there are those whom we treat differently, and the latter are very glad you didn't share that certain female problem with them? Well, today, I was on the losing end of that situation. I can be civil to Ursula Braunstaen, but the truth is, she's a moron. And she doesn't bathe. And she wears clothes MANY times before washing them. And she fancies herself a sex-machine. And she's rotting from the inside. Also, she doesn't mind telling me, "God, I'm flooding!" You see? That's just flagrant boundary crossing. I've never wanted to hear her say that to me. I've never wanted to get that personal with her. I was content thinking of her as the robot that hands me my check at the end of the week. I think I need to stuff red-hot coals in my ears to purify them.

We have a maid who comes on Mondays and Fridays, but Sunday and Thursday nights, my mom likes to have a mass-house cleaning. "Excuse me. Exactly what do you pay the maid to do," I often ask during these psycho tidying sessions. "She does do the laundry and vacuuming." But when she vacuums, she just runs over the visible parts of the floor. Hell, I do that for free! I want a cut of her check. She's not allowed to do my laundry because I'm really anal about the way my clothes are hung or folded, and she doesn't do it the way I want it. She's not allowed to go into my room because she misplaces my stuff, and she always puts flannel sheets on my bed despite my having told her a gajillion zillion times that I hate them. So I'm just confused.

Ugh! I just remembered that I get to sleep in in the morning, but the maid is coming. She likes to bang the vacuum cleaner into all of the walls. I need to find my earplugs.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004




Happy St. Patrick's Day!

And where have you been, little miss Weather Geisha?! You're grounded!

Name of the day (Tuesday): Starjuanna, or StarWanna, or Starjuana. I'm not really sure how it's spelled, and apparently, the mother isn't either. I saw all three spellings in a packet of forms the mother of Star* had to fill out. Star* was going to be the name of the day anyway, but when I saw that even her mom wrote it three different ways, I knew that no other name could take it's place today. I've thought of some other possible spellings: Starwhana, Starwana, Starjuannah, Starwannah, Starouahna...I could go on all night, folks.

One of my favorite things about working at a dentist office is answering the phone when a person, not as educated as I, calls wanting to have a tooth taken out. This procedure is, of course, called an extraction, but I've heard so many other words or sounds used in place of the correct term.

The number one word used is abstraction.
Billy Joe: Yes, I was wondering if you do abstractions.
Me: Sir, I'm sorry Jackson Pollock is out of his mind for the week. May I refer you to Dr. Kandinsky for that? Mmhmm...buh-bye.

Number two is extrapolate. You know what people? Stick to what you know. No! We do not extrapolate teeth. In fact, that's not even a possible idea. Use simple words if you don't know your way around multi-syllabic words.

I got such a phone call today, and it is, by far, my favorite.
Star*: Yes ma'am. I was wondering...do you cut teeth off?
Me: *silence*...*thinking, "Are you a rabbit, a boar?"*
Starjuwannaman: Ma'am?
Me: Do we cut teeth off?
Other girls in the office: *spit*...*guffaw*...*snicker*
Me: *snicker* Um...no ma'am we don't. Sorry. *snort*
CLICK

Not the most polite moment of my life, but what are you gonna do in the face of such...such ignorant disregard of the English language in the United States? And to answer all of those stupid questions, the answer is, "No. No, we don't. You'll have to call to make an appointment with an oral surgeon."

Oh, and on a similar note: if you can't spell it, don't do it!

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

WHERE THE DEVIL IS MY WEATHER GEISHA?!!

Monday, March 15, 2004

Name of the day: De'Tron Octavius, a.k.a. Tron...probably. When I was in high school, it seemed like everyone was named Tron. In fact, I'm pretty sure there were more Trons at my school than members of the student body. I'm not really sure how that works. I'm no mathematician. I had to take college algebra twice. Have I mentioned that my real name is KaraTronya®?

I have a new favorite word today...bedonkadonk. It is synonymous with...um...booty. Like, one could say, "What's with guys and J-Lo's huge bedonkadonk?!" Or "Baby's got bedonkadonk!" Or "My body's too bedonkadonkalicious for you, babe." Well, that's a stretch, but one could say it, I guess. Anyway, the word has been making me giggle like a wee lass all day long.

After work, I went to Curves to work out. The way this place is set up is that there are 18 workout stations in a circle, and everyone goes in sequence from station to station. So halfway through my workout, this girl jumped on the machine ahead of me. She's rotting from the inside, and I had the displeasure of following her foul smell everywhere for about 15 minutes. I've showered, and I think there is still a green cloud following me. It's nasty. What makes people smell like that? This forum is open for facts, theories, sympathy and/or your own smelly stories.

Saturday, March 13, 2004

Name of the day: Luporche Shyte Stringer. Today's winner was published in the "marriages" section of our paper and will (has) probably make (made) babies with names like LaFerrari Bytche® and Sha'Cadi Ass® (I can't think of a way to mispell that one). I'll let you know.

Um...I have done absolutely nothing today. I slept until 11:00, and I stayed in bed watching last Thursday night's shows that I taped because I was at a bookclub meeting. After I finally ventured out of my bed, I watched the American curling championships and ate. Later I watched "Barbershop". I laughed. Now it's 17:30, and I think I should go take a shower so I can go to a crawfish boil later. I'm still in my pjs. Don't be jealous, now.

Friday, March 12, 2004

Name of the day: Torkorian Thomas...that's not even a name!

When it gets close to lunchtime at our office, we all start asking each other what we are going to eat. All of us almost always go out somewhere to grab lunch because we aren't pre-teens anymore. We don't carry sack lunches with crust-less ham sandwiches and twinkies. No! We're too old for that.

So while shouting out names of restaurants in the area, Ursula Braunstaen, the office manager, and her front-desk working sister, Pushy Amalgam, shoot down almost every suggestion because "Ooh! I went there and asked for a turkey sandwich, and they gave me ROAST BEEF. I went home, called the manager and had that sandwich-maker fired!" Or "You mean that place out in Lakeshore that was a steak house before I tripped on their coat rack, and they had to shut down?" OR "I ordered a baked potato there one time and I bit into an amalgam filling!" Now, I know we've all gone somewhere where our order has been messed up, but an AMALGAM filling in a baked potato?! Did Billy Joe lose a filling while planting those russets?

I don't believe the sisters have ever had a pleasant restaurant experience. I won a regular sub combo from Quiznos today, and I had never eaten there before. So I asked Pushy Amalgam to tell me what's good. She gave me some suggestions and finished by saying, "Make sure they don't toast it too much. I cut my mouth up on one of their sandwiches yesterday, and it hurt so bad."

I have a name for people like her, but because my mom reads this, I won't say it.

Thursday, March 11, 2004

Name of the day: Levetra Loe At least I know she wasn't named after the "unit" enhancing drug. I saw the name in the death announcement section of the paper. She was 83. Perhaps she was the inspiration for calling the drug Levitra. She must have been a real vixen!

Every morning there are at least two things that really frustrate me: one is that work starts at 8:00. The other is the internet. It's so addicting. I mean, I have to check my two email accounts, message boards I frequent, some of the blogs I read, and the news. That takes at least one hour of my before-work time. And, of course, I have to take a shower and stuff so I can look and smell presentable. It is almost impossible for me to roll out of bed before 7:00, which means I am almost always late for work. I guess it is a good thing that I work for my dad. Whew!

Monday, March 08, 2004

This little quiz is fun. It says I'm out to expose imperialism and some other -isms, but maybe I should do some research on them before I expose them for what they really are...a shload of crap! By the way, guns do kill, but so can diplomats.




You're The Guns of August!

by Barbara Tuchman

Though you're interested in war, what you really want to know is what
causes war. You're out to expose imperialism, militarism, and nationalism for what they
really are. Nevertheless, you're always living in the past and have a hard time dealing
with what's going on today. You're also far more focused on Europe than anywhere else in
the world. A fitting motto for you might be "Guns do kill, but so can
diplomats."



Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Sunday, March 07, 2004

As you can see, I tried to get this thing going way back in October, but HTML gave me an aneurism. So I had to quit. I really want a way to keep all of my friends current with what's happening to me, so this should be fairly boring since nothing is really going on in my life.