And I'm Hungry Like the Wolf

Christmas is especially for those who love the Lord!

2006-12-17T20:59:00.000-08:00

Life is waaaaaaay too good to be true right now. (except for the fact I have to finish a paper still for archaeology....)

1.) I am about to play twilight princess. It is so good I have to play it in small doses or my head might explode. Corey said that playing it will probably be the defining event of our lives.

2.) I went to Vacaville last night and played games with Travis, Corey, Kevin, and Gerard. Then Mrs. Walker brought us PINK cookies just like the ones I have always lusted after in the George and Martha books!!!!!!!!!

3.) I saw CANDY CANE LAND when I went to Vacaville last night!!!

4.) I bought Tony Hillerman's new autobiography for Grandmom's Christmas present, meaning I can borrow it in January.

5.) Jenna is getting her wisdom teeth pulled soon, meaning that I can go over to her house and 'keep her company' while lying around watching TV.

6.) I went to Vacaville last night.

7.) Mom found the Evie CD!!! I then listened to it when I went to Vacaville last night.

8.) Its below freezing outside and barely above inside, but i have flannel sheets and an electric blanket!

9.) John asked to sit on my lap today at Church

10.) LIZZY.IS.COMING.HOME.TOMORROW.

I have a million other things I can list, but no one really cares. I've gotten to hang out with John a ton since coming home, meaning that I have alot more boring-John-stories ammunition for all of my Biola friends. He's scared of everything now, especially the 'BOMINAL NOWMAN!' that he also loves in a strange way.

I wrote a love poem in my head to Vacaville last night, but I'll post it later. Last night we went to Winco to buy cheap candy for the gingerbread house party, and lets just say that mine and Corey's creation is going to change the face of gingerbread house making for all time. They have a new fancy sign in dowton Vacaville, it really jazzes things up there.

Corey and Travis camped out in front all night last night to get the Wii, because they are insane. Travis is so stupid he wore only a sweatshirt, so I took his keys and broke into his house to get him some blankets, scaring poor Mrs. Hecker out of her wits when I came in.

Anyways, I need to get back to my fabulous life. I wont be going to Vacaville tomorrow, but I will be going to San Francisco, which some would argue is even better.

MERYY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-12-17T01:03:00.001-08:00

I wrote this 2 days ago when my internet was down, but what the heck.

HOME HOME HOME HOME HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't help but start screaming with excitement when I saw the 'Clayton Rd.' sign, and as soon as I got out of the car, mom greeted me with the same cries of excitement. Then Shane came out screaming with glee! Just kidding. Actually, he almost hugged me! I then told him how last night I dreamed he was being held hostage, and I shot the guy who was holding him 40 times in the face with a BB Gun full of nails. He seemed rather unimpressed.

Today I woke up surrounded by images of greyhounds, on a luxurious bed covered with pillows. Not only did I get to hang out with Scott for hours, we got to eat at my favorite restaurant!

Soapnet is showing BACK-TO-BACK episode of 90210 every day!!!!!! In the next week 1 1/2 years of classical education are going to be as fleetingly discarded as a Brandon Walsch relationship.

Sometimes I like to pretend that Jason Friese is really Jason Morgan from General Hospital, and that he's just hiding from the PCPD, disguised to protect Sam. Besides the first name, there are no two more different people in conception. But that would be the genius of Jason Morgan--change everything but the name!

I love how I know Mark and Mom are excited for my arrival home just by looking at the fridge full of Claussen pickles, tortillas, pricciuto, and cheese.

I love being home with my old friends from General Hospital. I'm even more glad that Lizzy will be home MONDAY to see the deep torential currents of Sonny's love for Carly showcased in this current story arch!!!

I'm now watching Jimmy Kimmel Live, and I decided that I want him to give my eulogy at my funeral. I just think he would be very calm and reassuring to my grieving loved ones.

Yep, food and TV. I really do care about other things, but I happen to write blogs when I'm eating on the couch in front of the TV. The other 25 minutes of my days at home are very full.

Here's the projection of my future life:
1.) Go to *hyperventelating* SAFEWAY! (I'll come up with some reason for mom....I'm sure we're out of something)
2.) Go visit Grandmom and ask her how she liked the Tony Hillerman I gave her
3.) JOHN WILL COME OVER AT 6 TO SPEND THE NIGHT!
4.) Invite Corey over
5.) Watch TV
6.) Curl up in my new flannel sheets under my electric blankets and read a TH.

silver bells

2006-12-13T01:35:00.000-08:00

I'm pretty sure that I have some sort of mental disorder after reading how scattered all of my blogs are. I'm sure Lizzy can put a name to it. All of my friends write themes, thoughts, etc. where as that last one looks like Uncle Alan winding down with the TV after a hard day at work, viewing hundreds of channels in 20 seconds or less.

Anyways, I bought John's Christmas present today! It's a Biola sweatshirt that matches mine! : D

Children, gather around and listen!

2006-12-13T00:15:00.000-08:00

I can't tell what has changed the chemistry of room 540 the most: the pressure of finals with the hope of 6-week rest, new air fresheners, or the shared recollection of Karla and I of the fact that "Nobody Wants to be Lonely" by Ricky Martin and Christina Aguilera is the greatest song ever sung by human beings. Well, besides the extended version of "It's all coming back to me now", but still.

Karla has also rediscovered the beauty of Boy Bands. How did they ever lose their popularity? It puzzles me. I'm glad that there is no material form of the song "Shape of my Heart" by Backstreet, or I would rip my clothes, pour libations, and sacrifice fattened bulls to it.

Anyways, although I am inconceivably excited to go home, I wish I could take Karla, the Ignatius girls (sorry boys, you can come visit), and Disneyland with me. I'm really glad Corey came and visited this weekend and gave me a taste of the fun we're going to have over Christmas!

You know, there is nothing like a good bout of gastroenteritis to make you enjoy life again. I fully gave up my spirit for Jesus to take me home just a week ago, and now my resurrected body lives life with more ferver than ever before.

So Tony Hillerman leaves me speechless. I had to resist giving every friend a copy of "Coyote Waits" for Christmas. I think I need to dedicate a whole blog to my passion for Tony Hillerman, this is completely inadequate.

Um, LIZZY COMES HOME IN 6 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I have Don Rags tomorrow. I can't wait until I can have a Don Rags without the 'I don't know how this mentor does things' fear. Someday I want to go in there with full confidence and rapport with the mentor, and not just a semester of 'getting to know you' behind us. Alas, some torrey students were meant to be mentor whores.

Prof. Langenwalter is going to become a grandpa over interterm!!! If there ever was a man that was meant to be a grandfather, it is Paul Langenwalter. And dear Becky was born a grandmother. He gave us all Christmas presents today! Inside one of the pieces of candy was an temporary tatoo of an eagle in front of the american flag, and I almost died because he thought I didn't like it and he said "oh, I think its pretty". I think I'll put it on my face first day of Into to Arch next semester.

Anyways, I've been putting off this God-forsaken pull question on excommunication in dialogue with the anapabtists for far too long. ew.

DID I MENTION THAT ITS CHRISTMAS?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Joyful all ye nations rise!

2006-11-26T20:49:00.000-08:00

Aaaaaaaaaahhh, Christmas.... Right now I'm listening to 'Emanuel', and fondly remembering how I made Corey convulse with laughter so that he almost drove off Pleasents Valley Road when I told him I always picture Jaimey dancing to it.

But enough about Christmas, I promised Lizzy a detailed report on Thanksgiving. I was mostly dreading, but perversely hoping that Grandpa would get on a preterism/Moslim rant, but no such luck. It was pretty boring, but not in the 'you won't BELIEVE how boring it was, let me tell you!' kind of way. Nothing to report at all.

We got the greatest Christmas tree in the history of humanity this year. I'm not even kidding. 10 full feet of noble fir glory. I'm pretty sure that it is the Messiah of the Christmas trees, and it is dwelling in our humble home now, but will establish its Christmas tree kingdom on earth soon.

Anyways, this T-Day break was out of this world awesome for many reasons.
A. I got to wear my big fuzzy vest and ugg boots every day, and STILL froze.

B. I got to hang out with Corey and Travis a ton! We watched Elf on Friday, and I thought Travis was going into cardiac arrest from laughing at one point. Then on Saturday he taught me how to make apple chips in the oven!

C. I GOT TO PLAY MAJORAS MASK AGAIN!

D. I shunned homework and didn't even think about it!

E. But most of all, I read 4 Tony Hillerman books. I really cannot figure out what it is about those books, no matter how much I read them I don't understand why they intoxicate me the way they do. Why Hillerman's descriptions of Jim Chee making coffee in his trailer parked under the cottonwood tree, contemplating Navajo culture cause my heart to physically ache with love is beyond me. It was pretty big though, because I have been putting off reading the newer books the last few years, because I knew that Chee broke up with Janet Pete and had a new love interest who was a fellow cop named Bernie. That sounded too awful for words for me, so I just stuck to the older books. This weekend I read "Hunting Badger", and I actually liked her! I was picturing her being this disgusting manly cop lady, but shes not. And I actually think his books get better as he gets older, so I'm really happy.

I so did not want to go back to Biola, but when Lauren and Greg picked me up inside the airport like they were my parents and that made everything OK. We picked up Andrew and went to In-N-Out, and I felt like I hadn't seen them in years, which is probably more true because I had done nothing but my Torrey paper for who knows how long before Thanksgiving. I told them about my terrorless night terror, and decided that it is most likely the ghost of someone who died in the mass suicide. I think the ghost likes me though, so its OK.

I reeeeeeeeeeally, reeeeeeeeeeally, do not want to resume school tomorrow. I haven't done a single pull question since midrags, so I'm pretty much completely screwed. Oh well. All will be well, because the Ignatius boys will be performing "[Tender] Tennessee Christmas" in a couple of weeks.

There's a piece of Mark in every song that I sing

2006-11-15T12:03:00.000-08:00

So I've never been more mad at the internet than when blogger wouldn't work yesterday. While I know today isn't Mark's birthday, I did write this on his birthday.

So in case everyone didn't know, today is the 54th birthday of the remarkable Mark Petersen. Today I called home, 'Hi mom! Can I talk to, uh, Dad?' and got to have a good conversation with the man, but it definitely wasn't enough. I started thinking about Mark, and who Mark is . I would love to be able to put him into words, so he can be immortalized someday in poetry, prose, or the like.

What is this....this essence, Mark? Obviously he needs no other adjective than the word 'Mark' to describe him. The word 'Mark', so utterly simple, is Mark. There's no other way to put it. I'll bet that a great majority of my readership doesn't know that Mark's middle name is Leon. Yes grandmom is a genius namer.

When most people meet Mark, they either think 'souless man of evil' (if they are unfortunate to be serving Mark at a restaurant, gas station, etc...) or 'cuddly tedybear'. But when one gets to know Mark better, Mark becomes 'a cuddly teddy bear that likes to be as annoying as possible to everyone he loves'. Now THAT is a father.

At this point you may be wondering why I use no 3rd person pronouns, but insist on saying 'Mark' over and over again. The reason is the same as why I started calling my father by his Christian name when I was 16: because Mark is the best word/name in any language, and should be said as often as possible. Why this is is a mystery, but it is still a fact. Some philosophers have hypothesized that 'Mark' is the Form of 'human names'. It would be good to take a look at this name to find out more how to describe Mark:

Now for the entomology of the name 'Mark Leon Petersen':
Mark= warlike
Leon=lion
petersen=son of 'rock'

Mark is warrior lion, crushing his enemies like rocks crush glass under his feet. Peace does not know Mark, and Mark does not know peace. Except, of course, when mark lays down to devour his wild prey, or when he sits on the cliffside, waiting to be pushed over to crush anyone unfortunate enough to be standing below. But that is not peace, Mark merely waits for war.
But thats only when I make a mess in the kitchen.

What about Mark during those brief times of peace?

Obviously, we should look past name meanings, and look at the common everyday use of the word 'mark'. 2 very great definitions stood out amongst the suitors at Dictionary.com:

"distinction or importance; repute; note: a man of mark."
'A man of Mark'. To be called such a thing! Anyways...

"Archaic or History/Historical. a boundary; frontier."
Mark is a frontierland, pretty sweet. Who wouldn't want to live in the land of Mark?

"an object or end desired or striven for; goal."
Yes, yes, everybody should definitely strive to be like Mark.

"a tract of land that may have been held in common by a primitive or early medieval community of peasants in Germany."
Those blessed German peasants!

Then, I found some other definitions that made me angry and defensive...

"an object of derision, scorn, manipulation, or the like"
WHAT?! NO!!!

"the intended victim of a swindler, hustler, or the like: The cardsharps picked their marks from among the tourists on the cruise ship."
THE MERE THOUGHT IS HORRIFYING! Robbing Mark on a cuise ship??? Just because he likes to watch and make fun of other people on board?!!!!

Well, its clear that Mark is an essence impossible to describe in words. I just hope that he has had a very happy birthday, and that the next 54 will be even better.

For his birthday, I wanted to make a list of my 'top 54 Mark moments'. But Mark is a simple guy, so I'm going to make a simple list.
Warning: Only daughters of Mark will remotely understand this list.

5.) Every single time he has reached into a bag of wheat thins and shoved an inhuman amount into his mouth.

4.) 'GOODNIGHT!'

3.) 'TOOTHBRUSHES DON'T GROW ON MONEY!'

2.) The time mom put Mark on a diet and I opened the bag of animal cookies in our pantry, and yelled 'Why are there only white ones in this bag???' Being to stupid to realize that Mark had been sneaking them secretly in the middle of the night. I quickly new when he penned me against the wall and started whispering death threats, but it was too late.

1.) 'ITS THE WORST THING IVE EVER SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK! AND GOD BLESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fairfield, I love thee

2006-11-10T18:40:00.000-08:00

Here I am at Panera, and I've spent about half of my time here working on my paper, and the other half looking up the history of Solano County. Because, you know, thats really important right now. Even though I really have no right to know this-- did you know that basically the whole Suisun tribe committed MASS SUICIDE like 5 seconds away from my house by burning themselves alive in their huts? Yeah, craziness. Its like living on Masada or something. Not only that, but father Francisco Solano, as in SOLANO COUNTY, was one of the survivors, meaning that he was from Suisun Valley!!!!!! He was described as 6'7, handsome, and was a Christian so I'm really proud to be a resident of his county.

There is this super cute baby in a high chair next to me that looks just like Mark. I think I'll steal him. Speaking of super cute, allow me to delight your eyes:

Yes, you are allowed to use one or all of these pictures for a slideshow, screensaver, or wallpaper. Oh! Gotta leave for Punk n' Pie!

Shades of Nick

2006-11-08T02:05:00.000-08:00

Uh, I can't say anything better than:

"Watch my life pass me by in the rearview mirror...."

Nick Lachey. Lord have mercy on us all. Actually, Lord have mercy on Jessica Simpson, because she must be completely insane. I'm pretty sure I reached that 7th level of contemplation that Bonaventure talked about the second he started singing 'Resolution'. Lizzy, I can't help but feel sorry for you. I'm really glad you got to see the man himself at the airport, or else life would be totally unfair.

BUT IF THE WORLD SHOULD EVER FALL APART AROUND YOU, AND IF YOU'RE LOST AND BARELY BREATHING I WILL FIND YOU-- AND CARRY YOU BACK HOME, I WONT FORSAKE THE ONLY LOVE I'VE EVER KNOWN!!!

fast cars, freedom and mafia!

2006-11-05T22:44:00.000-08:00

I am trying to get the first draft of my torrey paper done, as well as my next area summary for archaeology, as well as my Galatians notes all done today so that I can do the various fun things I have planned this week. That means that I've been chilling on the bar in the Ohana corner lobby for about 13 bazillion hours oblivious to whatever has been going around me, stuffing my face with tortilla chips and fudge graham cookies. This girl just walked in and gawked and said "Please tell me you moved since when I saw you here at noon." I couldn't answer that question without (a) humiliating myself or (b) lying. I've been getting that alot lately, which reminded me of a song I wrote a little while ago for Lizzy. I'm no wierd Al, but here it goes:

Starin' at me,
putting on my makeup
wondering why I even put it on
I know I think I do, but no one's going to see it
Except when you come walking in close to dawn
You see a laptop chillin with a paper-backed Aquinas
Two bloodshot eyes, a huge weight on my shoulders--

You say "Tell me you moved, you're right here again"
Larry's produce shirt hanging with its ice cream stain-
That paper is big but I should give life a chance
Yeah, you say
"You look way past those days of fast cars and freedom
Or that going to bed for the first time feeling"

Yeah, smile and shake your head as if you don't believe me
I'll just stay right here and see you taken aback
This is hour ten- (Look at me!)
On my 12 inch lap-top
Sitting on the barstool looking just like Hell!

Actually, I did get to have fun last night. GYRAD was really tight, even though Karla and I were really underdressed for it. It was pretty much the most elaborately planned GYRAD I've ever been on, so it was really really fun. Sam was a fun date but Karla and her date had so many sparks flying that more than one person caught on fire. I'm really glad that she doesn't know about the existence of this blog or else she would shoot me for saying that. Anyways, it was a mafia themed scavenger-huntish thing where we went all over downtown Fullterton doing 'business transactions' and figuring out which of the 5 families killed our Don. I got to demonstrate my very extensive knowledge of how the whole system works, due entirely to my decades of watching General Hospital. I probably came off as a Godfather fan with my warnings of 'We must appease the 5 families' and my tips at how to appear respectful but strong to other familes. As Lizzy always says 'Everything I know, I know from TV.' Actually, I didn't learn my ABSURD Black Jack skills from TV, those just came through killer instinct. My date and I fully tripled our chips while playing for only 10 minutes, unfortunately there was no real money involved.

Well, I should get back to one or all of my papers. I can't wait to get these done! But I keep a smile on my face forTuesday harks the coming of....NICK LACHEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Genesis 24:2

2006-11-03T02:04:00.000-08:00

So today I thought a great many of deep thoughts. Many important things happen to me, people I love, and the world around me. I had wonderful conversations with amazing people, and I discovered the answers to some major questions that have puzzled philosophers for centuries. I do this pretty much every day.

But you will never know these things from this blog, because when I write this blog I am usually sitting on my futon, wolfing down honey mustard&onion pretzels by the ton while watching TV. Naturally, the only thoughts that come to mind either come directly from the TV screen or from things that happened in self-defense class.

I'm watching Grey's Anatomy, and it seems that my dream that I was pregnant with twins with different due dates is, indeed, possible.

Albino 'Flo-Jo' Boy and I had to take turns molesting each other yesterday. It was the worst thing I've ever done. I would describe the new techniques we learned...but children could be reading this. Let's just say the words "You HAVE to straddle him, Petersen, it's the most important part!" were yelled by the instructer. As well as psychological scars, I think my arms are scarred by his super long nails.

It's the weekend! God is so good! I'll probably end up working on my paper the whole weekend, but its still OK.

I want to live in a well-lit house

2006-11-01T11:11:00.000-08:00

That is still WAY better than 'I want to live in a wooden house", I don't care what Chris Martin says. Lighting is much more important than building materials.

So I show up to class yesterday, and Mrs. Langenwalter was there to tell us that Mr. Langenwalter got the flu today and couldn't come to class. ........................................................................ um, yeah. That's all I can say. We gave our presentations to each other, but still. 46,000 hours of work and he's NOT EVEN THERE!

Last night I dressed as iceman for Haloween, which was pretty much the most exciting thing I've ever done. I didn't have the unfinished axe shaft or longbow with me, but it was still pretty tight. We got to go to the Sywulkas, which is always fantastic.

Torrey is redoing their 'text&resources' part of the website, and asked for volunteers to cover each text. You are now looking at the official author of the TACITUS page! I'm not sure why it makes me so gleeful, but I hope I don't end up writing too much since it's supposed to be a 'short introduction' and I have alot I can say. I'm going to have to get some of Andrew's 'Oh Tacitus, You Jokester' quotes for the page.

I have to take this time to tell Lizzy that she missed one of the most moving scenes in General Hospital history. Jason set up a romantic dinner for Sam and told her that his life was empty until she came into his life. It's beautiful. Now Alexis is crying because Carly got to dress Molly and Kristina up for Haloween while she's in the hospital undergoing chemo. (Carly's dressed like a sexy witch for I swear the 8th year in a row, and Alexis is angry because Kristina is dressed as a cheerleader) Oh, and I think Emily and Nikolas are getting back together. Maxi is telling people she's pregnant with Lucky's kid, (she's obviously lying) and Georgie is trying to get her to stop drinking. It looks like sparks are flying between her and Diego, which I think is the best couple-to-get-them-away-from-everyone-else since Alexis and Ric got together. Who, by the way, are getting divorced. Lulu just punched some girl at a party. Oh, and Laura woke up! GASP! RIC JUST SET SAM UP TO BE ARRESTED RIGHT AT THE MOST ROMANTIC MOMENT EVER! A dynamic episode all around.

I must also tell Lizzy that she's never seen ANYTHING as horrific as the Boston Legal Haloween commercials. I can't adequately describe them.

nnnng

2006-10-30T09:37:00.000-08:00

I wrote this at like 4 AM last night, but forgot to actually post it.

I knew things were bad when I started listening to "Thats the way it is" by Celine Dion for inspiration, and put the word 'archaeology' in every time it says 'love'. Did you know that archaeology is going to conquer it all? I just need to keep on believing. I also need to stop sleeping, which will be a cinch due to the gallons of coffee I've been drinking. I kind of have that feeling that I get sometimes when I'm driving on the freeway--if I turn my steering wheel for one second, I could slam my car into a semi-truck and die or get seriously maimed for the rest of my life. I could just go to bed, not work, then fail out of school for slacking off for one day. I know this sounds like I'm discouraged or depressed or stressed, but I'm not sure why I just think its really funny. I guess its because I don't have the perfectionist's fear of failure, I think that utter failure is hilarious, so the potential for failure is also pretty funny. I get bummed over Cs, but 14%s just make me smile.

I just found out that I have TWENTY chapels left. That's just ridiculous. I swear I do this every semester.

I hate war. No Lizzy, I'm not becoming pacifist on you, but I'm so sick of reading about battles between Sumerian city-states that I could easily become one. It's just really confusing and boring. Not to mention depressing.

Uh, so I normally don't think these things are very funny, but I'm so delerious that this made me cry with laughter when I stumbled across it:
Gravity dosen't exist. Mr. T just pities everything to stay down. Birds and planes are exempt beacuse they are shaped like Ts.

2006-10-28T21:21:00.000-07:00

"Their Redeemer is strong, the LORD of hosts is His name;
He will vigorously plead their case
So that He may bring rest to the earth,
But turmoil to the inhabitants of Babylon.
"A sword against the Chaldeans," declares the LORD,
"And against the inhabitants of Babylon
And against her officials and her wise men!
"They seize their bow and javelin;
They are cruel and have no mercy.
Their voice roars like the sea;
And they ride on horses,
Marshalled like a man for the battle
Against you, O daughter of Babylon."
--Jeremiah 50:34-36

I always thought that that was a little harsh, until I worked for 8 TRILLION YEARS on my area report on archaeology in the fertile cresent.

My heart going BOOM BOOM BOOM

2006-10-27T18:12:00.000-07:00

I was glad to see that at 3 AM I think that a detailed account of my Self Defence class experiences count as 'bare bones information'.

I got asked on a GYRAD today!!!! I feel like a natural woman now. Except for the fact that I'm scared of Stewart and don't know how to dress for 'mafia'. I never thought I would get asked to anything, so it brightened up my day quite a bit.

So everyone on my floor is leaving for our floor retreat to a day spa right now. But noooooooooooo, I have to go to the hermanutics seminar. I know I didn't spell that right, and didn't spell it right in my email to Dr. Thoennes, but I spite its existence so much that I don't care to look it up. My grammar's going to Hell in a handbasket, so why not my spelling?

The hardest part of Karla leaving, besides the lack of someone to debrief with every night, is that she can't translate 'Mundo de Fieras', the best spanish novela ever, for me tonight. I didn't know that Spanish novelas are more like miniseries than like American soaps. They only last a few months, and have very tidy endings, unlike the decades-long storyarchs of GH and other American soaps. I feel a little like Jo and Prof. Behr (sp?) as Karla translates the conversations between Juan Cristobal and Paulina to me every night on our futon. Language barrier and all, I am in love with Juan Cristobal, who looks just like Sawyer from lost on our fuzzy reception.

I may hate LA, but the smog sure makes for beautiful sunsets. The sun is blood red right now, and lighting up the telephone poles and cables. OHMYGOODNESS!! I can see Dr. Thoennes' office from my room! I should make a really long can and string phone to string between our windows, so I can fulfill my dream of us becoming best friends! I can also see into Ignatius' old classroom, which makes me a little sad. I miss that room.

I think I'll stop taking my 'Karla's gone and I have no one to talk to' anxiety out on this blog and get to work on my archaeology paper of death. xp xp xp xp xp

Uh, I just heard on the news that Bary Bonds is thinking of leaving the Giants. I'm not sure what I would do with myself, it would be like Uncle Alan dying. Or Oprah going off the air. Or Mark giving up wheat thins. I'm not sure what to do with myself.

daily update

2006-10-27T02:06:00.000-07:00

I felt bad to hear that people check my blog often even though I never post new ones, so I will try to be considerate of others and give them yet more reading material. I also want to revive the 'Daily Updates' I would send Lizzy during her first 2 years of college when I was still in high school. So here it goes, in the form of a recap of events of the week. I'll try to make future posts a little more interesting, but I'm breaking my 'no writing after midnight' rule, and this will just be bare bones information to catch Lizzy up on my life.

Sunday--
I flew home. It was pretty mundane except for the fact that I had no one to pick me up. While scary and a little lonely, it was strangely exhilerating. I was feeling kind of depressed that day, leaving home and all. I felt really old, tired, and worn out and didn't have the will to continue doing all the things I needed to do. Then, I got on the shuttle back to Biola and sat next to this guy named Paulo, who was coming back from Mexico City. "You have your whole life in your hands, don't throw it in the trash can!" he said to me almost right off the bat. He then told me "You have everything in front of you, go for your dreams!" and all of that other inspirational stuff, I felt like I was in a movie. As though he hadn't changed my life enough already, as I was getting out of the car he said "I hope you remember me, and the words that I have told you, Sarah. You have a wonderful future." Paulo is pretty much only second to Cap from Disneyland in 'brief encounters that changed my life".

Monday--
I don't really remember anything. I skipped self-defence, which was blissful until I realized that I needed to ask a girl in the class what our archaeology HW was, so I was therefore screwed. It felt OK because I got to have a long talk with Carolyn!

Tuesday--
I realized that apparently I am the only archaeology emphasis who doesn't spend their whole lives reading extra material on archaeology. I am also the only person who didn't know what Layer B was, and hasn't dug in 10 other countries. I have to finish a 5-7 page paper on Western Asian archaeology from the epipaleolithic to the broze age. xp Then I had Marine Mammals, where I found out that I got a 90% on the midterm that I didn't know 40% of the answers for! I have absurd multiple choice luck. As though life wasn't good enough, we got to learn about Sperm Whales, which I decided are to Marine Mammals what Gorillas are to primates.

Wednesday--
The only event I can remember at this time was the fact that I was paired up with 'albino boy' for self defense, in which we learned head locking techniques. Now, albino boy has the longest finger nails I've ever seen, pretty much. He also paints them black. They are definitely not fun to wrestle with. He told me that he's trying to get over a nail biting habit, and I wanted to tell him that he should start up a nail cutting habit. Dangerous nails aside, I also couldn't figure out how to do our moves properly, and kept on shoving Albino Boy's face into my boobs because I'm way too dense for that class. After Albino Boy got to read 'yeah, its pretty much my favorite bookstore ever' a couple dozen times, the professor called me up to demonstrate a move that I hadn't paid a lick of attention to. The whole class roared in laughter as I did all of these moves trying to defend myself against the assistent, when all I was supposed to do was block. I swear its the most dehumanizing class I've ever taken.

Craft parties and Ramundo

2006-07-19T23:32:00.000-07:00

I get really annoyed when my friends don't write new blogs, so I guess I shouldn't be such a hypocrit. Well, today was mine and Corey's summer craft party extraveganza, which was about as much fun as you can possibly have in the pit of Hades that is Solano County right now. I thought that I would sadly grow apart from my high school friends after we all started college, but I'm so happy that I feel more like they are family than ever. For some reason Travis Hecker completely embodies everything I loved about my 4 years in high school to me. Sure he's crude, immature, obnoxious and completely silly, but I love him so much it causes physical pain at times. Its kind of like the love I have for Vacaville itself. So seemingly unlovable

The party was quite a sucess. The one guest that we invited that we INSTANTLY regretted ended up not showing up, and our ice-cream frogs turned out good! Oh, and Corey showed me the extended versions of several Celine Dion songs, which added new dimensions to perfection. We are going to see her in concert before she leaves Vegas if it costs us our lives.

Anyways, Corey and I came across these awesome looking hills on the way home from picking up party supplies. You'de think that we would have seen every hill and rock formation in the Fairfield-Vacaville area a hundred times over by now, but apparently the coolest one ever escaped our notice until now. We swore that once the things cool down to a brisk 90 degrees, we will hike all over that beast. We're fairly certain we will find an undescovered ancient Vacavillian settlement. I also came to the sad realization that Vacaville is a relatively new name to the area, so it would be like an ancient Xthlexynth settlement or something wierd like that.

I was almost at the end of my computer battery, so I actually wrote the part above last night. I had jury duty today, and let me tell you, it was a tough one. I so didn't think I would actually get selected, but I really hoped I would. It seemed like it could spice up my summer life. IT WAS INTENSE! First of all, I had to be in that stupid court room (which looked just like the one in GH) for like 12 hours, and I was super sleepy. Now I can't sleep at all with fear that I set loose a sociopath that is going to murder all of Fairfield and it will be on my head. You see, it wasn't a criminal trial, per se. A criminal trial seems a little easier. It was some sort of civil/criminal trial hybrid that determined whether to keep this one schitzophrenic guy at the Napa State Hospital as a threat to society or to let him go back to his extremely loving family. At first I was biased to keep him in custody, but then I had to weigh what would be the most just, merciful, and loving decision. I realized before the closing statements what that would be, and thought that it would be obvious to the other jurors. Unfortunately, I had to be that one annoying juror that has a different opinion for a while, until everyone else came to the same conclusion that I had. It is a personal risk for everybody, but hopefully we all did the right thing. My new greatest fear is a headline that states "Ramundo Martell Goes On Fairfield Killing Spree". Or worse yet, since Ramundo's Mom wants to take Ramundo to the gym once he's out, and they have membership to the gym my parents go to.....WHAT IF EXCERCISE BIKES SET HIM OFF AND GETS MY DAD?!!?!??!?!?!!!!!!!! Just a few pleasent thoughts to spice up my summer. I can't be really worried though, I prayed about it and I feel that I made the right choice. Anyways, I think the Martell family is very happy tonight with their son back.