dead donkey

2006-02-09T10:25:00.000-08:00

After careful consideration, involving whining on the phone to Keith, I have decided that I need to stop worrying about who reads what I write. I need to work on being okay with whatever people think of me. I am going back to the Couch.

To everyone who followed me here, thanks for being faithful supportive, etc.

2006-02-08T16:21:00.000-08:00

So I talked to the person who has discovered The Couch. This person now understands why I do not want him (there's a clue) to read it and I think will respect that. I am now torn. Do I stay here, and start afresh? Do I stop being so wishy washy and just make a decision? Comments, please, all 3 of you.

2006-02-08T15:42:00.000-08:00

For some reason, this new blog doesn't allow me to put in a title. This feels liberating somehow to me.

"Why don't you go home and try to paint with your teeth and then study for midterms"
-Professor

He was going on and on about how priviledged we all are and how our problems are not really problems and blah blah blah.

I am sooo cynical and skeptical of everything. It's exhausting. I wish I could be a little more open sometimes.

I am going to turn into a Pizzicato because I eat there so much. I should buy stock in Pizzicato.

The end.

2006-02-08T12:27:00.000-08:00

I'm feeling all lazy about moving all my stuff over here from the red couch. I'm tempted to just go back and not worry about people reading it. I've been screwing around a lot lately. I am not a very stable blogger.

2006-02-07T08:23:00.000-08:00

I for one, am not so proud of our president. But you already knew that.

How much money do you guys think Oprah paid James Frey to come on her show so that she could distance herself from him? I think he's a smart man.

Yesterday was long. I started my "Senior Capstone" (why does PSU have such stupid names for things?) which involves tutoring Somali refugee kids in the public school system. My first tutee was out sick for the day, so they threw two kindergarteners at me. The lady who pulled them out of class did not know their names, and they did not understand, "What is your name?" so I was kinda screwed. Oh, and she left them with me for an hour without giving me anything to do with them.

I scrounged around and found some books and tried to read to them. It was a little boy and girl, both around five years old. They were so cute, just sitting there, looking bewildered as I struggled to fill the long hour. They literally did not speak word one of English. I had no idea what to do. I read for a while, and pointed at the pictures animatedly until it was clear they had had enough. I decided a good way to teach them some basic body parts was to try to teach them "Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes"

I ended up singing by myself as they, along with anyone else who walked by us in the hall, stared at me. Yay for humiliation! At about ten minutes before our time was up, they suddenly looked at each other for the first time, and bolted toward their classroom. I made no move to stop them.

The other night, Jess and I were talking about the wedding plans, and she said that a wedding is such a weird situation because you are the host, as well as the guest of honor. It's true. It is so much to think about, and there are so many ways to get stressed out, but it is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. I would like to relax and enjoy it. But I have to figure out how to get the second half of my dress made. I guess I could just wear it like it is with a bikini top. Then we could have a Slip 'n Slide aisle like I have always dreamed.

2006-02-06T12:44:00.000-08:00

Okay, so my priest found my blog. Apparently he has been reading it for a while, according to Annie and Jenna. I can't have that. That is what Delurking Day is all about, people. I guess he didn't think I needed to know. I should have been paying attention to my sitemeter. And not saying 'fuck' so much.

How do you like my new digs? I'm sad to leave The Couch, and my nice header. I'll have to bribe someone to help me make a new one for this blog.

We always have some sort of prophet type on campus shouting to passing students about Jesus' Wrath as their voice gets hoarse and drowned out by the rain. Today, I overheard one saying, "And in the KINGDOM there will be eating and drinking and merry...uh...ing all the day long"

Here I am

2006-02-04T23:23:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone, it's gonna take me a little while to unpack my bags.