Oh, the tyranny of fashion.
This year's dilemma: "Do I want to freeze or do I want to look frumpy?" Mini-skirt/capris' or thick sweaters/cardigans? At least that's the way it seems to me. Not that all sweaters and cardigans equal frump for everyone. But woe is me! because I can't pull them off without looking middle aged. 'Tis sad. 'Tis sad. I won't even venture into the other "option"...The storefronts look like they're in the middle of summer when it's December outside. Bah humbug!
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Quote of the Exam Time
Calvin: "You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood."
Hobbes: "What mood is that?"
Calvin: "Last-minute panic."
Replace creativity with discipline, and that'll describe me perfectly. The irony is I found that quote in Cheryl's profile while I was browsing through the Rocky Mountain Project memory book.
Hobbes: "What mood is that?"
Calvin: "Last-minute panic."
Replace creativity with discipline, and that'll describe me perfectly. The irony is I found that quote in Cheryl's profile while I was browsing through the Rocky Mountain Project memory book.
Feathers in the Wind
A post is like a sack bulging with down feathers, words ready to be let loose to the whole world in a single moment, never to be reclaimed. One click, and it's there for the whole world to see for better or for worse.
But then if I really think about it, it's only my friends who read this blog, and the occasional creepy stalker from Iceland. I have nothing against Iceland it's just the first country that popped into my head. Unless my blog really merits literary attention, which it doesn't at this point, no stranger would venture again into this domain after one viewing. So why am I hesitant about posting now? These possibilities have never stopped me before. Have I grown wiser or more paranoid? Or both?
It's not that I lack words. Not at all, I've been stuffing that sack full of feathers. I'm just reluctant to let go of it. The end may be coming...maybe.
But then if I really think about it, it's only my friends who read this blog, and the occasional creepy stalker from Iceland. I have nothing against Iceland it's just the first country that popped into my head. Unless my blog really merits literary attention, which it doesn't at this point, no stranger would venture again into this domain after one viewing. So why am I hesitant about posting now? These possibilities have never stopped me before. Have I grown wiser or more paranoid? Or both?
It's not that I lack words. Not at all, I've been stuffing that sack full of feathers. I'm just reluctant to let go of it. The end may be coming...maybe.
Friday, December 01, 2006
"and...she's staff"
the dg on the day i was accepted as staff was our christmas/chilling dg. kirsten brought us lots of goodies. chocolate balls, jujubes, mini candy canes, and jelly beans. at one point i was sprawled in my chair, head tilted back, with a mini candy cane covered in slobber sticking out of my mouth like a five year old. kirsten looks over, and says "and...she's staff."
needless to say i promptly sucked the candy cane back into my mouth out of sight, and snapped to attention. i just thought it was so funny. i'll definitely remember it in years to come.
needless to say i promptly sucked the candy cane back into my mouth out of sight, and snapped to attention. i just thought it was so funny. i'll definitely remember it in years to come.
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