tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59584272011-04-21T17:18:34.111-07:00Roguenoreply@blogger.comBlogger1891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129616004790942592005-10-17T23:13:00.000-07:002005-10-18T00:11:41.910-07:00

In case you haven't noticed it yet, I'm getting way way way too into this Harry Potter party. But that's what happenses when you barely have a social life.Tonight, ToG and I tried our hand at a variety of butterbeer recipes. Some of them were "hard" butterbeer, and some of them were virgins. And considering, JKR hasn't officially spoken in support of any specific recipe for the stuff we figured

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129583268187180852005-10-12T18:02:00.000-07:002005-10-17T14:07:48.186-07:00

Oh yeah, and I finally saw "Serenity"

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So it is officially...38 days and counting until the super cool fabuloso "Harry Potter and the Biggest Party of the Year" comes out in full swing. Needless to say, I'm excited. Despite the overwhelming amounts of unknitted yarn in my yarn basket waiting to be Transfigured into scarves. Dang, wish I had a workin' wand. Maybe if I ignore them, they'll go away.*ahem* But however, I am still

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129583194842688422005-10-06T12:02:00.000-07:002005-10-17T14:06:34.843-07:00

 Here's an image of one of the Harry Potter scarves, finished.  They're about six feet long each, and about 8 inches wide.  So for those of you trying to figure out how big they are by looking at this picture of Pippin versus the last picture of Pippin I posted...he's grown.  And he's afraid of the flash so he used his cat-like (wait a minute) reflexes to go from sound asleep to fleeing for his

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129583155601601522005-10-04T23:35:00.000-07:002005-10-17T14:05:55.603-07:00

Ugh.  Do you ever get yourself involved in something and after you're about oh...40 units of time into it you think - what did I just do?Me neither.  Well, that's not true.  I have several projects at the moment which have involved me in varying degrees of this frustration.  I am about scarfed out.  I'm on my fifth Harry Potter scarf and am about six stripes into it.  It's in Slytherin colors,

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129583069852611082005-09-10T00:45:00.000-07:002005-10-17T14:04:29.853-07:00

I was going to post this earlier while I was at work but I ended up working.  Fancy that.I was leaving Starbucks today, which is nothing spectacular in itself except that I was at the Starbucks I loathe more than most loathe-worthy things.  And the fact that I had a good experience.  There was a nice guy who tried to talk me into buying their new autumn apple loaf, which I kindly declined, and he

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129583023057042562005-09-03T14:00:00.000-07:002005-10-17T14:03:43.060-07:00

*Why people wait outside of the mall, in line, before it opens. It never fails, sale or not, when I come to open la galleria in the morning there are people waiting in line outside of both Macy's and JCPenny. Why? Is spending money such an addiction for you? Is it on your to-do list? Get a life!*That sequins are back in style. We don't live in Vegas. To be honest, I don't particularly like

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582971596452062005-08-26T09:14:00.000-07:002005-10-17T14:02:51.600-07:00

So I'm pretty sure I know nothing about my family.A few weekends ago, we headed over to Pocatello, Idaho (you daho!) for my cousin's wedding.  My father, RJ, and me.  We met my grandmother and uncle over there and RJ and I got to bunk up with ol' granny for two nights.  Needless to say, we watched a lot of CNN.  But we also introduced her to the Food Network which is a very good thing,

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129583109983419562005-08-19T12:25:00.000-07:002005-10-17T14:05:09.986-07:00

I seriously have been meaning to post.  Honestly.  Promise.  And it isn't like little funny/interesting/exciting things happen everyday.  Although right now I can't think of any...still can't...time to move on.Things have been a little tense over here at Rancho Rogue.  Kiki randomly decided to move out of the house one afternoon.  Okay, so not so randomly, but I'm not at liberty to post the gory

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582929869302242005-08-19T11:03:00.000-07:002005-10-17T14:02:09.870-07:00

Put "(your name) is" with the quotes, into a Google search then pick out your favorite 5 responses.Copy, then repost your responses:Hmmm...so I did MY name...then my blog name...Sarah is...1. "Sarah is currently the Parliamentary Candidate for Brent East and not our MP."  (I've always like England, but I don't think I want to be involved in their gov't.)2. "Sarah's not scared of everything, just

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582878899563212005-08-13T00:32:00.000-07:002005-10-17T14:01:18.900-07:00

Yes yes I know, fair children.  It hath been many a day since my utterances graced the blog scene.  And sometime, I shall post a live kicking and screaming so real if it was any real-er it'd poop on you post.  Possibly about family.  Or possibly about something else.  But for now, the general mayhem update:1)  Am one of only three people available to work at la galleria this week.  Clarification:

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Mflubghhhhhhh....*rolls over*Corn Chex overdose.

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I'm letting a family secret rip here, so mum's the word if you run into anyone from my house.  Deal?There's an issue I'm sure many people struggle with but few people are willing to discuss.  Since I have a button on my now missing messenger bag that reads "Say what everyone else is thinking" you can believe it's safe to assume I'm one of those people who does not have problems discussing it.Why

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582720314824172005-07-10T00:52:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:59:23.520-07:00

Apparently, I'm supposed to post a bit on "extreme pooping" (like...extreme snowboarding or skydiving, not a bad case of the runsies...)And trust me, this extreme poop post will be coming soon.  Right now, I'm too mentally fried from all the visual effects of Batman Begins to even attempt at something not overdramatic.  So here's a promise to forthcoming poo.

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Two car accidents in less than 13 hours.  TWO.  Involving TWO of our cars, almost 200 miles apart.  I'm driving down the road, minding my own business, doing nothing (NOTHING) wrong on my way home from work.  When some 18 year old kid who has only had his permanent license for mere days decides to pull out and turn left in front of me.  In front of another person waiting to turn left.  So not

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582589863630612005-06-22T13:32:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:56:29.863-07:00

It's true.  If my life is going to consist of just working (or looking for work and then working until I get bored again), and sleeping, and thinking about what to cook for dinner/lunch/breakfast...then being an adult is about the stupidest thing I've come across as of yet.  Everyone has things they envision being an integral part of their grown up years.  At least, I assume everyone does.  Maybe

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582554919611722005-05-31T00:13:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:55:54.920-07:00

A few weeks ago I was stupid enough to absentmindedly complain that I "never got sick."  One of my sisters was sick enough to miss school...and the only thing I could remember about being sick was getting to watch movies and sleep in.  Then God did one of those slap Rogue where it counts actions and here I am laid out with the killer cold/flu of the century.  Ughhhhh.It's not just the cold.  I

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582517187026172005-05-18T11:37:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:55:17.186-07:00

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582474487179852005-05-16T11:46:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:54:34.486-07:00

I was talking with That One Guy on the phone last night about one of my high school buds.  This is not one of the individuals referred to in my last post, just so you know.  This kid is someone I wouldn't mind seeing again.  In fact, I'd downright love it.  We were talking about his wacky attitude towards life and how I was pretty sure he just up and got married and didn't tell anyone.  He's like

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582436525726722005-05-12T00:23:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:53:56.526-07:00

I always feel a little guilty when it comes to my television watching choices.  I'm sure someday I'll go on some "clean up my life and get rid of bad influences" kick and there will go half of my viewing options.  I love shows that are funny.  I like shows that deal with painful issues in a comedic and not always realistic manner.  Maybe this comes from having lived in a bubble for 23 years.  And

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582393820153712005-05-10T00:04:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:53:13.820-07:00

I finally sucked up enough courage to quit my job.  The job that I hated.  The job where I have been insulted, forgotten about, chastised for no reason, guilt tripped, and where my supervisor conveniently forgot to pay me.  The job that paid for my bills and basically, allowed me to live a comfortable life.  Comfortable meaning not continuously freaking (and I mean FREAKING) out about how I'm

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582319221957452005-04-27T09:43:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:51:59.223-07:00

Sometimes I wonder if the only goal of the real world is to make you a less trusting individual.  Maybe I just think this because I've been in a sheltered little bubble for four out of the last five years.  And maybe I'm just gullible and tooooo trusting.  Or maybe this is just a very f-ed up place.  Or maybe God is just angry about the whole Pope situation and is taking it out on everyone around

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582283248682632005-04-23T00:21:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:51:23.250-07:00

Seven cheery Happy Birthday tulips have bloomed past their potential.  Their sick sweet scent decays alongside odors of dirty laundry and half-melted candle stink.My jigsaw puzzle pieces are all slipping together out of control.  Too late, I've realized it's the wrong picture.  This puzzle doesn't match the pretty advertised cover.  My receipt went out with yesterday's trash.An old movie plays. 

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582228814695852005-04-14T14:57:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:50:28.816-07:00

It's easy to see my birthday is raising its monstrous face and starting to blow the putrescence of bad luck breath towards me.  I complain about this every year, mostly because every new year brings a new bag of fun little surprises one usually doesn't associate with growing another year older.  And all the Catholic mayhem lately has inspired me to a greater commitment of observing tradition. 

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582164646202882005-03-25T22:26:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:49:24.646-07:00

I'm not apologizing for not posting lately.  So just suck it up and get over it and all the other cliches associated with fuhgetting about it.  I don't really have the energy to post anything substantial tonight.  I've been laid up with that age-old excuse of heart troubles.  Not the emotional kind.  So needless to say, all I want to do is lie in my bed and read and mope about the unsatisfactory

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582122615509592005-03-05T12:38:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:48:42.616-07:00

The only time I was ever offered pot by a peer was during highschool.  During drama class, I was dating a boy named after a major European city (that being the only draw to him), and this kid was running with a questionable group.  We eventually broke up because he was caught with drugs under his bed and sent to live with another relative.  It was one of his friends, Chris, who was a major

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129582069462781832005-02-28T22:22:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:47:49.463-07:00

Man, it seems like no one is posting nowadays.  Maybe the blogging fad has passed among my circle of friends.  Maybe my circle of friends is just passing.  Leaves me with kind of a sad and lonely feeling.  Could just be the tacos I ate.  Anyway.  Things out on the ranch I call work are still going.  The past three work days - Thursday, Friday, Monday - have been "casual" days for all of us peon

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581987152275082005-02-09T18:51:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:46:27.153-07:00

Puke is some pretty potent stuff.  Not just because sometimes it comes out with volatile force, or because it smells, or because it can cause other people to vomit as well.  It can wreak murder on your social life.  Paul* puked in his class yesterday.  Poor kid.  He's normally pretty popular - floppy brown hair, skateboarder, good sense of humor.  But he made a bad decision when it came to eating

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581905767476072005-01-26T16:26:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:45:05.766-07:00

I'm so at war with myself.  I'm 22, am I supposed to make responsible decisions yet?  Like...I *might* have a full time job, but then I might not so who knows what my financial situation is.  Do I plan to go to school or do I not?  And do I listen to my responsible side (which imho has had more than its fair share of dominance in my life) and save all my money or do I just indulge and buy myself

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581856004499412005-01-25T16:10:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:44:16.006-07:00

Not that teachers aren't cool, it's just that every once in a while a teacher will do something so singular in coolness it warrants turning into legend on the internet.  Enter Mr. S - algebra teacher.Annie* is a kid with anger management.  She comes from an abusive home and has problems with drugs, so one can understand why she misses many classes and doesn't see the need to attend school and do

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581821471484922005-01-21T15:56:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:43:41.473-07:00

Parents are the bane of my attendance office existence.  For some reason, half the parents we deal with think we're out to torture their children.  The other half seem to consider us the type to sit around and get paid to play solitaire.  "Sam's" mother called to ask us why she'd received a phone call about her daughter missing school last Friday.  I rechecked Sam's attendance record and informed

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581757544150752005-01-11T14:59:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:42:37.546-07:00

I didn't work at the school today...Tuesdays are normally my day off.  That might be changing for better or for worse in the next three weeks but for now...Tuesdays are my day off.  Yet...yesterday was not entirely without event.  It was just entirely lacking in time on the internet.  So here's the daily dose of dumbness from yesterday.One of our attendance "officers" is also the sports medicine

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581720899494772005-01-08T14:27:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:42:00.900-07:00

Some of you might know about my current job situation, some of you may not.  I'm currently working at least 3 jobs...possibly 4...we'll see.  My biggest job at the moment is a full time fill in until the end of January for one of the attendance secretaries at my former highschool.  This is downright wierd.  I didn't particularly care for highschool when I was there as a student but sitting on the

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581654587710162004-12-27T14:18:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:40:54.590-07:00

I'll let you in on a small secret.I don't really like Christmas day as much as I like Christmas Eve.  Before you all start throwing tinsel balls at me consider C.S. Lewis' definition of joy as the anticipation of coming completion.  Okay, so that was my own paraphrase, obviously.  I'm sure Dr. C is garrumphing insultedly somewhere down in his beach house.  Christmas Day is always somewhat of a

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581620589722102004-12-21T12:19:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:40:20.590-07:00

My mother used to be the type who baked from scratch.  For my formulative years, we always had homemade jams and jellies, applesauce, canned peaches and pears, stored green beans, fresh baked bread and cookies.  It was wonderful.  I could read the Little House On the Prairie series and completely relate when Mrs. Ingalls-Wilder described country cooking.  In middle school, my mother stopped

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581551579500942004-12-17T18:02:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:39:32.546-07:00

Chirstmas spirit seems to be a fickle thing.One of the things I appreciate about the American public starting to celebrate Christmas a month early is the fact people start slipping into this "holiday spirit."  No one can claim it isn't here this year.  People are opening doors for each other, smiling more often, letting people turn in front of them or change lanes...promise.  It's happening.  One

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581513949092302004-12-06T17:57:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:38:33.950-07:00

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581466623867092004-12-04T23:05:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:37:46.623-07:00

I will post soon.  I promise.  I have a few drafts floating around in need of finishing.  I also have a new *working* laptop, so I will be more prone to write since I'll have peace and quiet in my room.  And maybe I'll even tell y'all about how I almost burned down my father's gallery today.  Maybe. For now it's time for sleep, considering I worked almost 60 hours this week...

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581423767892242004-11-20T09:16:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:37:03.766-07:00

Remember back in public school when even the cool kids were excited about Turkey Gravy Day?Lovely, exciting Turkey Gravy Day?With the lines as long as opening night for the next big flick to hit the screens...Wonderfully tasty Turkey Gravy Day...The cardboard boats which held the only school food worth being happy overon the one and only Turkey Gravy Day.On Turkey Gravy Daywe complained since we

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581368614057052004-11-14T17:26:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:36:08.616-07:00

This is why I haven't been blogging. God and I are fighting.We're not y'know...fighting fighting, cuz obviously He would win.  It's more like...God is teaching me and I keep getting distracted.  Hopefully, He'll win this one too.  Provided I don't get more distracted.I didn't really know I was pissed off at God until last Tuesday, which is kind of odd for me.  Usually I'm the type of person who

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581319766113602004-11-07T15:56:00.000-08:002005-10-17T13:35:19.766-07:00

I am still here.  Doing my thing.  Learning the drums.  Selling pictures.  Yada yada yada.  Anyway.  You may wonder why I haven't been posting.  Well, I've been writing but y'know it's crazy how when you have time to write and the access to internet, nothing seems to want to be finished or sound right or make sense.  So I suppose I'll keep tweaking it.  In the meantime...This is a picture of the

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581271194627142004-10-28T10:53:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:34:31.196-07:00

All of our dead pets are buried in the pasture.  When we moved here we owned two ancient cats. A siamese named "Sammy" (how creative, I know), and a balinese named "Lila."  Ten points to you if you can figure out where we got their names.  Sammy was so old he was deaf and blind, he'd walk into walls and try and eat his cat litter thinking it was food sometimes.  He had a deep rumbly purr, and as

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581227301275622004-10-22T13:46:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:33:47.303-07:00

I like country music.Some people didn't know that.  Some people...well, I have led them astray.  And some people might just be in denial.  But I like country music.  Y'all.  I grew up in the desert and although that doesn't mean I HAVE to like country music, it does mean I was immersed in it during the influential years.  Country music seems to get a bad rap.  Seriously.  For a few years, I was

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581185180947702004-10-19T12:19:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:33:05.183-07:00

I love my job.  Can I just say that?  Even though right now it pays nothing in the form of monetary supplement and I am nearly broke...I still love my job.  And my job can only get cooler.  And there's a man walking around the library that looks like Arnold.  Arnold the Governor of California.  It's kinda intimidating.  Anyway.That one guy and I have been jokingly referring to my job as a way of

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581135711194822004-10-14T13:52:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:32:15.713-07:00

Here I am.The past few weeks have wrought many a change into my lifestyle.  Changes that I never saw coming.  Okay okay okay enough drama.I've been craving bacon.  Everytime we drive by any fast food restaurant the smell of bacon slips into my nose and my tummy rumbles.  Bacon and coffee.  Coffee and bacon.  Yum yum yum!  That one guy and I have been talking randomly about the bacon party we had

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581093735246242004-10-04T14:20:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:31:33.740-07:00

*stretches**shakes head**focuses in on blogging*Hello my wacky friends.  Yes, I've been busy.  Busy like I haven't been for months.  It's strange adjusting to actually having a social life/calendar to work around.  To actually NOT be free to fill in hours at the gallery.  *snickers*  Life is getting good.  I say this hesitantly because God could quickly just snap his holy fingers and start

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581053200181562004-09-23T12:16:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:30:53.206-07:00

The Box Room - pt 1The Box Room - pt 2I finally found out the true purpose of the box room.  It disturbs me now more than ever.My grandmother is getting old.  The type of old where it's noticeable.  Her hearing is going, (although so is my father's...so maybe it's just a family trait.  Man, I hope not...).  She has a little trouble remembering things.  At the lovely age of 87, she finally decided

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129581013019928322004-09-21T12:41:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:30:13.023-07:00

Okay.  Story time.Don't ask yourself how I'm online.  Don't ask how I'm blogging.Just accept it.  Thanks.My job situation is moving forward.  Well, that's not really exactly true.  It's picking up speed.  Whether that momentum is forward moving or a last-gasp remains to be seen.  I had another meeting last night, this time with almost all the leaders from the local YoungLife clubs and the area

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129580968593346602004-09-16T00:08:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:29:28.596-07:00

Don't get excited.  I'm not here to stay.  I just managed to bargain with my mother for the brief use of her laptop in exchange for typing up several short (NOT SHORT) stories for her classes tomorrow.  Anyway.  Lately, I think God has been showing me a few things.  Ironically, sometimes through a sinful little program named "Dead Like Me" but I won't go into those lessons right now.  For the

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129580896389012552004-09-09T14:07:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:28:16.390-07:00

ok.  so i have mere minutes before several things happen.  1.  i have to go to work at the gallery...2. my mother comes up and finds me abusing a highschool computer (no personal website updating or instant messenging) and 3.  the highschool tech guy comes up to this lab to find out what in the heck my mother ( a teacher ) is doing using a lab computer on a blogging site.  he's a little anal like

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129580828237206242004-09-03T23:31:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:27:08.240-07:00

In the past month, finding myself with nothing to do - or not so much nothing to do as a lack of required activities, one can never be completely without something to do - I have engaged in one of the pastimes cherished by so many children over the centuries (yes, even with the advent of baseball, video games, and clubbing) so thoroughly I doubt it will ever die out.  I've managed to learn to

Roguenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958427.post-1129580749246837422004-09-02T08:17:00.000-07:002005-10-17T13:25:49.246-07:00

I've decided mornings are okay with me.  Not that I ever had anything against them.  It's just lately, I've been so bored and all, I've been trying to discover what I'm just so plumb upset about in the world.  I found myself complaining when it came time for school to start up again.  For those of you wondering, I'm not in school anymore.  But the 17 year old girl-woman I share a room with is. 

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Considering our computer tower is broken, thus hindering any access to the internet, I've opted to quit the pointless blogging and post on things which have been on my mind lately.  Transitions are the toughest part of life.  As much as we claim to, we never truly warm up to change, it's not in our nature.  Sure, God created us in a manner in which we're driven to seek new things and to improve

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If You've Got an Itch... (Days 1 & 2)Into the Valley (Day 3)The Hut Life (Day 4)Animales at the Hole (Day 5)Another Day Another Country (Day 6)Apologies for not posting yesterday...sometimes being out in the Serengeti for a full day can wear one out.  It didn't help both Vivian and I were a bit hung over from our festivities the night before, so we started the day with some powerful headaches. 

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If You've Got an Itch (Days 1& 2)Into the Valley (Day 3)The Hut Life (Day 4)Animales at the Hole (day 5)Hello my wacky friends...It's official.  We've left Kenya.  *sniffles*  But we're in Tanzania now which is proving to be just as beautiful.  I'm actually getting used to early mornings, which is probably a good thing considering I'm supposed to be entering the real world.  Of course, "early"

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If You've Got An ItchInto the ValleyThe Hut LifeOkay, so I'm going to die from exhaustion and heat stroke.  That is for sure.  But I guess seeing all the things we're seeing kind of makes up for it.  Kind of.  Okay, so really.  It does.  Anyway.We woke up this morning at the butthole crack of dawn.  I signed us up for the dawn balloon ride and breakfast - it was one of the most wonderful things

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Days 1 & 2Into the Valley (Day 3)This morning I woke up thinking I never want to ride in a jeep again.  My butt hurt so bad!  Vivian was complaining of back aches, and Georgette even agreed game viewing didn't sound like an exciting idea for today.  So the prospect of riding in the jeeps to the next hotel (2 hours away) was not appealing.  We had a quick fruit and champagne breakfast at the

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Days 1 & 2Another full day for us today...full of wild life!  Hooray!  We received a 7:30 am wake up call, and by 9:30 we were all enjoying breakfast in The Pool Deck.  I slipped into the Thorn Tree Cafe once more before we left to grab one more of their delicious marocchinos.  All our luggage was loaded into jeeps and Vivian, Georgette, our cameras, and I were packed into specially fitted

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My dear little bloggy,So we'd talked about it.  And even formed some weak-sauce plans.  But finally...finally...it was here.  Our "We're Not In School So We're Traveling Instead of Going to Class" trip.  And since it was deemed my turn to provide an itinerary, I decided it was time to forge ahead into my favorite continent.  And we're finally here...Africa!I phoned up my traveling buddies a few

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There is something quite disconcerting in realizing life is failing your every expectation.  One of my biggest fears was that right out of college I'd end up moving back home because I could not make it in the real world.  Whelp.  Here I am.  Four months after graduation, still desperately looking for a job and sharing a bedroom with a 16 year old.  No 16 year old high school senior should have

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I completely forgot about Bouts Rames for a while...but since my mind needs some stimulation, I'm going to play catch up!June 9: A QuatrainWhen stuffing yourself with rinds of the pork,You never will need the tines of a fork.But for those out of the box-ers who hate hearing "can't"I'll accept exceptions to avoid a huge rant...June 15: A LaiA lai is a specilized form involving a strict syllable

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1. Summer's almost over. Sad, but true. So - what videogames did you play the most during this glorious summer season? And if you didn't play any, why the heck not?I played lots of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban," "The Simpsons: Hit and Run," "Pacman Worlds," "Zelda Windwaker," and most recently "Beyond Good and Evil."  Among others.  And I'm currently stuck on all of them.  Go me.  2.

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Yesterday I walked out of my house to give my dad the phone and was stunned.  My sister was behind the wheel of my car.  The car's engine was running.  The car was moving.  My car was moving and my younger sister was the only one in it.  Logically, I deduced my sister was driving it - with my dad calmly giving instructions to her about how to drive.  Mind you, this was not Kiki the 17 year old -

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Hey.  I'm not good at apologies since I'm a selfish person.  (apparently, I'm also a very poor typer considering how many typos I've had to correct already...grr)  But, I will post soon.  Promise.  I have half of the conclusion of "The Box Room" and another BT in the works.  And maybe a little somethin somethin else along the way.  'Sides, y'all don't care, you're outside in the sun and 3 digit

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The Box Room - Pt 1For three years now, 407 Wilson has contained within it the amazing person of my grandmother.  She has been called intimidating, brilliant, crazy, wise and a plethora of other adjectives - all of which fit.  First, she is the typical old woman set in her ways.  She has one method of doing things and any other way is simply wrong.  I've been lectured in her quirky way numerous

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1. What's the dumbest thing you've done in the last 24 hours?I didn't save my Harry Potter POA game on a regular basis.  I went through two complete missions (which is like 8 checkpoints each) and then our kittens knocked the Xbox off the shelf and the power turned off.  I had to do it all over.  *growls*2. What's the smartest thing you've done in the last 24 hours?Decided to not speak to my

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Before reading this, you may want to read "When All Around Has Fallen" first...My father went to visit Sam the other day.  The MRI revealed Sam qualified for the third and final round of an expiremental treatment.  I couldn't even begin a guess at the specifics of this treatment, but I can tell you it's not a cure in the traditional sense.  Right now, he's in a holding pattern.  The tumors along

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1. What's the best book that you've read so far this summer?The best books I've read this summer have been the "Artemis Fowl" books.  *concedes to That One Guy*  They were as good as you said they were...YOU WIN.  2. What's the next book that you're excited to read this summer?I guess the fourth Artemis Fowl book (I've heard there is one...) but except for that...I don't have any books I'm

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1. What is your favorite episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and why? No official names are necessary if you can't remember them, "The one where..." will do just fine. And if you've never seen an episode, why in the world haven't you?My favorite episode of Buffy...hmmm.  The first one that pops into my mind is the "Beer Bad" episode *waits for groaning*.  I also liked 'Once More With Feeling,"

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1. I think it's safe to say that most people hate going to the dentist. So the first question for today is: What was your worst dentist visit ever, and what happened?Hands down - getting my wisdom teeth removed.  For those of you who weren't around to hear the story...Dr. Marsh (his real name) first tried to refuse me treatment on account of my heart defect.  He told us this the morning of my

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I have a problem.  It's an addiction.  I fight it and sometimes I win.  Many times I don't...and unfortunately, less than half the times I lose do I feel regret.  Why?  Because I can always find justification for fulfilling this craving of mine...*sighs*              *drools*          *passes out*  Yep.  I have a problem with shoes.  *hangs head*This is a problem that many women suffer from and

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I would post real posts if I could, honestly.  There is just nothing right now.  Nothing exciting going on, nothing bouncing around in my head worth telling anyone and nothing even in the Imagination "station" (for you Odyssey fans out there) of my mind.  Any attempt at bloggage has failed other than those blogs I never post because I'm afraid I'd disgust all readers away with posts that resemble

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And now, in honor of KTOAB...my news.-  Recent findings show that many couples who visit the local mall are indeed skinny guys with obese girlfriends.-  I've found I really don't like strawberries.  Yes, this comes as a surprise.  I believe I just find them pretty.-  A new list is growing on the Rogue brain.  Movies she intends to buy.  So far it includes: Stargate the movie, A Life Less Ordinary

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My strongest memories of 407 Wilson Street are dominated by authority and laced with love.  My grandmother holds unquestionable reign in her house.  Being a mother of five in a government town, it's just how she has learned to live.Her living room had two focal points - the television and her chair.  As a child, my seven cousins, three siblings and I secretly referred to it as "the throne."  It

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1.  If you could have two options for your ideal job, what would they be?2.  You get two days off from your normally full time job to do whatever...what do you do?1:  I would manage my own coffee shop or my own bookstore.  Or my own bookstore with a coffee shop!2:  I sleep.  And I might go shopping or read or play nintendo.  Or talk to Dookie, Poopy, and that One Guy. 

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I want to work at Google.  Not only are they huge and from what I hear...a fantastic place to work...THIS would put me over the edge!  They get free lunch and sometimes dinner provided for them, plus all the breakfast food they want if they come in early.  Is that cool or what?  *thinks frantically of a way to work at Google*

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Comfort songs..."Chet Baker's Unsung Swan Song" - David Wilcox"The Reason" - Hoobastank"Everything" - Alanis Morissette"A Song For You" - Donny Hathaway"Poses" - Rufus Wainwright"Answer Me, My Love" - Joni Mitchell"Me and the Moon", "Walking By", "I Want to Save You" - Something Corporate"I Come to This Place" - From the Motion Picture Zed Whimsy

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1.  If you had to choose two famous actors/actresses to do the voices of yourself and your mother in an animated movie, who would they be, respectively?  (One for you and one for YOUR MOM)2.  If you had to watch 2 Disney animated movies for 2 days straight, alternating, which ones would you choose?1.  Me - Kate Hudson or Demi Moore.  I like their voices.     My mom - Cher.  Just cuz it'd be cool

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I worked on Saturday for the first time since Christmas.  Only at my father's gallery, but it was still some paying hours.  While I was there, two significant things happened.  First, I looked out the big side window and saw all the cars and the familiar blue sky and the Kmart and the Outback and the banks and I thought "oh Lord, You've brought me back here again."  And it sunk in.  I'm back at

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Bouts Rames Everyone!I just got a card reading "Congrats on your Zeer!"then my heart swelled with joy and I danced on the chate,(I bought my new Zeer from the Zeer store named "Theer"and I paid a quarter the price that I paid for my glate.)My Zeer is much better than that piece of crap Oostem,It died right after I bought it and fed it some thrornge.So I buried the dead pet under leaved Yoosfems,

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So...That One Guy has been kind of busy lately, and that's okay, cuz we all are.  So maybe I was thinking that maybe we should help him out keeping up the TT.  (I thought I was the only one who missed it until Poopster's comment)  So maybe we should take turns making them up when he can't...So maybe here's my questions for the week:1.  If you found out you won a surprise vacation but couldn't

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It was actually all sort of random - how it got started.  I was told a while ago I was good luck, but I never suspected it'd stretch this far.  I figured it'd end with the free light popcorn at Safeway.I was driving my sister home from highschool to pick up her piano music when one of those uber-annoying radio DJ's announced it was call in time for a radio contest.  On a whim (with no thought of

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I can't think of anything to post about.  I'm kind of at the same point that Real Live Preacher is with his last post...And I'm leaving for the weekend...to see that one guy in that one place.  So this will just have to tide you over...1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it saysI decided not to type people's addresses in since the phone book is nearest,

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   +  Any questions?  Contact me.

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Since I posted Homecoming Pix of myself a few months ago...It's only fair that I post my siblings' Prom photos.  My bro is sitting with his girlfriend...

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My sister asks me why I'm so mopey.  I think I'm just bored.  But in an attempt to 1) amuse myself and 2) try to be more optimistic, I've decided to list the GOOD things about living back at home.1.  Free rent.2.  Free laundry.3.  Getting to do laundry EVERYDAY!  (seriously, I love doing laundry...I'm weird that way)4.  No drama.  Well, very little drama.5.  Sleeping in.6.  Well water.  Our well

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I like sunglasses a lot.  Coming from the desert they're practically an essential.  But I didn't own a pair I would call "borderline stylish" until I was 17 years old, and even then it was a purchase on a whim.  They cost me under $10 and I still have them almost 7 years later.  My room mate can vouch for the fact that I can never keep track of them.  At least every few days I can't find them and

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Though I don't have the resources to keep all three sites up and running on a satisfactory basis...I can't give up on Bouts Rames!A red headed pirate with worst of luckWho told the world his mum was ArgentineWent fishing once and caught a blue duckA red headed pirate with worst of luckIt quacked if ever he needed a buckThat he should never lie or be mean,A red headed pirate with worst of luckWho

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I am about to turn off my computer for the final time before leaving the institution I've spent the last four years attending.  I'm kinda sad...but not really.  And not really scared, but kinda.  And just ready to get the poo out of here.  But anyway...the point.  (always takes me a while to get there, I know)I do not have internet access at home.  We have a subscription to an internet service

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I am now officially an adult.  I have a diploma proving I've finished highschool...a degree proving I've finished college.  I've consumed alcohol, discussed marriage, paid taxes.  All that's left is to find one of those elusive "jobs" that everyone keeps stressing about.  And there's a difference between the things I learned in high school and what I learned in college.  I'm not just talking

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I can still see the blood on the sidewalk.  Not a lot, just tiny droplets smattered about - peeking up from the concrete underneath the mass of golden hair glaring in the sun.  I felt the utter stillness and my kindergarten aged mind wondering how birds could still be singing right now.  Eternal moments later, the sirens screamed along with Joyce at the sight of her four year old daughter lying

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Just a quick random thought before I finish going to get ready for my LAST CHAPEL EVER.  I'm going to attend despite the fact it's our school's president - who is notorious for causing low chapel attendance.  Anyway...Cup of tea.  On my desk (and another near Dookie's nest).It's steam is pretty swirly curly, and disappears after unfurling.It smells like goodness in a cup, makes me want to drink

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The question has been somewhat posed to the apathetic but highly dramatic world of cyberspace - yet again.  Why blog?  What's the purpose?  What's the motivation?  Why put your "emotions out there for everyone to view?"  Why post personal things for the entire world to read when someone could get pissed off or hurt or you're just writing it to make someone happy or angry...well...hmm.  I think

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It's come one more time...the day I dread almost more than Finals week, Christmas, and the dentist.  My birthday.  Today, I'm 22, which isn't that exciting of an age.  From here on out, people say that birthdays just get more and more depressing because all of a sudden you realize that getting older happens much faster than you ever anticipated.  I'm alright with being 22.  The thought of being

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I don't talk about my heart condition much.  Some people assume this is because I find it an uncomfortable topic.  That's understandable.  I mean, it puts mortality in the picture and what self-respecting 21 year old ever wants to admit they're mortal?  But truthfully, I don't mind talking about it.  It always seems to be others who are more uncomfortable than I am when the topic is brought up. 

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I've just returned from spring break.  No, I don't really feel like talking about how it was...that would necessitate me thinking about it.  I will apologize for the lack of bloggage though...I had no internet access.  More blogs in a few days once I've re-cooped...Cheers.

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Call it senioritis.  Call it disrespect.  Call it sheer boredom.  But whatever it is...it is.  I've had three or four classes with Dr. S.  (I don't use real names on this site whenever possible).  And I'm not making any exceptions with this prof.  Those of you that attend my soon-to-be-renamed college will probably easily recognize his teaching style. Ladies and Gentleman...presenting a topic

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Why do girls like chick flicks so much?  A question echoed through the ages by many a male.  Okay, so at least in the past 15-20 years since the invention of the "romantic comedy."  Before that, I have no idea if it was an issue or not since I wasn't really around.  But seriously, why do girls like romantic comedies (aka "chick flicks") to the extent that they do?I like chick flicks.  And I can

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Dear lovely blog readers,Today I must return my tower to that place of infamy known as the school computer lab.  Today, its hard drive will be wiped clean in order for a new operating system to be installed.  Today, I lose my capability to use Little Diablo to write papers, listen to music, and possibly even chat online.  Well, at least until I go home and get all my program backup discs which

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When I was in highschool and dating a different young man than now, we had a very interesting conversation.  *ironic laugh* Well, we had many interesting conversations, but this one in particular has been springing back into the forefront of my memory due to recent events.  *Peter and I talked about marriage.  We had planned on getting married, but God stepped in and shot that idea right out of

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