Thursday, April 29, 2004

I have personally never thought about what condition a person would need to be in before I would hug them, but it seems that Sarah has...
"well, I have a policy about not hugging people without shirts on." -Sarah

From the wonderful debate we have been having over the translation of the word Santo, this comment came out:
I have been reading the New Testament, and it says "Espiritu Santo" a lot, I don't think that it is talking about "Saint Spirit"--Lydia (not exact wording but as close as I can remember)
Man, blogging is addicting...And hard to stop...I should have been doing HOMEWORK!!!!

Monday, April 26, 2004

I am still working on the blog colors and stuff, but its taking a while so I am going to bed now and will work on it later....Maybe over the summer...

Sunday, April 25, 2004

The coolest site ever!!! California, its the CHEESE!!! Yeah, CA is just that cool, what can I say. Personally I liked the Happy cow TV, and I thought the cheese facts were interesting. If you like cheese, check it out, and even if you hate cheese, check it out...It is just that awesome.

Monday, April 19, 2004

I just read this and wanted to post it for all to see...It is really sad and it hurt me to read it but junk like this happens as we are in a fallen world, but we can do something about it!

***Sarah***

My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must
be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly, then maybe my mommy would
still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong or else I'm
locked up all the day long. When I awake I'm all alone. The house is
dark. My folks aren't home when my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just
heard a car my daddy is back from Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse my name
he calls

I press myself against the wall I try and hide from his evil eyes I'm so
afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words;
he says it's my fault that he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me
and yells at me more, I finally get free and I run for the door. He's
already locked it and I start to bawl, he takes me and throws me against
the hard wall. I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken, and my
daddy continues with more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream.

But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable
hate. The hurt and the pain, again and again oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end! And he finally stops and heads for the door, while
I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah and I am but three, Tonight my daddy murdered me. There
are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I
pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless
person to not be effected by this email. And because you are affected, do
something about it!! So all I am asking you to do is take some time to
send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people
like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither
out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.

Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might
just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please forward if you
are ***AGAINST CHILD ABUSE ***
Well, I am not sure how correct THIS one is... but here are my results anyways...

Marcie
You are Marcie!


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Saturday, April 17, 2004

I don't feel so great...I have a migrane and am trying to write a research paper on a topic I could care less about, and its not going well.
A Japanese fairy tale... From:Japanese fairy tales by Lafcadio Hearn.

THE GOBLIN-SPIDER
IN very ancient books it is said that there used to be many goblin-spiders in Japan. Some folks declare there are still some gobin-spiders. During the daytime they look just like common spiders; but very late at night, when everybody is asleep, and there is no sound, they become very, very big, and do awful things. Goblin-spiders are supposed also to have the magical power of taking human shape-so as to deceive people. And there is a famous Japanese story about such a spider.
There was once, in some lonely part of the country, a haunted temple. No one could live in the building because of the gobins that had taken possession of it. Many brave samurai went to that place at various times for the purpose of killing the goblins. But they were never heard of again after they had entered the temple.
At last one who was famous for his courage and his prudence, went to the temple to watch during the night. And he said to those who accompanied him there: "If in the morning I be still alive, I shall drum upon the drum of the temple." Then he was left alone, to watch by the light of a lamp.
As the night advanced he crouched down under the altar, which supported a dusty image of Buddha. He saw nothing strange and heard no sound till after midnight. Then there came a goblin, having but half a body and one eye, and said: "Hitokusai!" (There is the smell of a man). But the samurai did not move. The goblin went away.
Then there cane a priest and played upon a samisen so wonderfully that the samurai felt sure it was not the playing of a man. So he leaped up with his sword drawn. The priest, seeing him, burst out laughing, and said: "So you thought I was a goblin? Oh no! I am only the priest of this temple; but I have to play to keep off the goblins. Does not this samisen sound well? Please play a little."
And he offered the instrument to the samurai who grasped it very cautiously with his left hand. He struggled bravely, and struck at the spider with his sword, and wounded it; but he soon became entangled still more in the net, and could not move.
However, the wounded spider crawled away, and the sun rose. In a little while the people came and found the samurai in the horrible web, and freed him. They saw tracks of blood upon the floor, and followed the tracks out of the temple to a hole in the deserted garden. Out of the hole issued a frightful sound of groaning. They found the wounded goblin in the hole, and killed it.
I cannot believe that 41 has a website...Its just all strange to me. Things have changed from the 41'ers I heard about to the 41'ers I have met here. Being related to a 41'er I have heard stories of their floor since I was young. My father always says that they were nothing special. Other than getting the girls...(he got one...and that is impressive due to the fact it was 15 to 1) and starting the brother/sister floor thing they were not known for much...He was not as active with his floor as some, getting an engineering degree in three years...and there are some stuff from his college years he will probably take to his grave...like initiation...so anyways... You can look at their website to if you wish...I am after all a daughter of a 41'er...That is proof enough that good things come from 41.

Friday, April 16, 2004

Still dumb....
I really dislike the color and style of my blog...and the lack of links...yeah, its just dumb...
Ok, so this is old and you may have seen it before, but what the hay...
In English comp. 1, My teacher made us go through all the owlet tutorial things. While going through I was looking at the random English hoopla and noticed that they had a link for Gender...and I thought oh how very strange...is there a something called gender I don't know about? I knew about gender in la clase de espanol, but in English class?!? Well, I clicked on the link, like I had every other link because I am on of those people... and this is what came up.

Gender
Okay, this is for all of you who either click on every glossary link just because it's there or because you're wondering why in the world we'd make a glossary entry for gender. After all, you're in college--you know what gender is.
So . . . to reward you for your efforts, you get to read a joke.

An English teacher was explaining to his students the concept of gender association in the English language. He noted how hurricanes at one time were given only female names, and how ships and planes were usually referred to as "she."
One of the students raised her hand and asked, "What gender is a computer?" The teacher wasn't certain. So he divided the class into two groups: males in one, females in the other, and asked them to decide if a computer should be masculine or feminine. Both groups were asked to give four reasons for their recommendations.

The group of women concluded that computers should be referred to as masculine because:
1. In order to get them to function, you have to hit all the right buttons.
2. They have a lot of data but are still clueless.
3. They are supposed to help you solve your problems, but half the time, they ARE the problem.
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that, if you had waited a little longer, you could have had a better model.

The men, on the other hand, decided that computers should definitely be referred to as feminine because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic.
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.
3. Even your smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for later retrieval.
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your pay check on accessories for it.

Now laugh out loud so that people around you will wonder why you find English grammar so amusing.
Good. That's enough. Now get back to work.
Click to close this window.

Well, that was a nice break from English and I thought it was funny...Hope you enjoyed it too.

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Well, I am going to do what they said...But being a girl and multitasking...I had three books open at once...You can guess the one I was reading the most...

From: El Nuevo Testamento, Nueva Version Internacional.

Y si llega a encontrarla, les aseguro que se pondra mas feliz por esa sola oveja que por las noventa y nueve que no se extraviaron.

From: Introduction to Psychology. Sixth edition. Rod Plotnik.

The largest percentage of psychologists work in private practice or (a) _________ [(a) therapy or clinical] settings, where they help clients with psychological problems.

From: The Days Are Just Packed, A Calvin and Hobbes Collection by Bill Watterson

So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they're already met?

Follow the herd:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
I am so annoyed by me...I annoy myself... I am like depressed for no apparent reason. I am also going through a time where I do not want to be touched by anyone. I do not feel like talking or IMing people. I feel like sitting in my room listing to loud obnoxious music. The homework is bearing down on me... I feel like I am in a 100 foot deep pool, a million miles from a shore, all alone, and I don't know how to swim and they have yet to create life preservers or any sort of flotation device. ME VOY A MORIR!!!!

Monday, April 12, 2004

My passport has expired today...It is the saddest thing since homework was created. I have had it for so long it feels weird and I do not know what to do if I randomly feel like leaving the country... I was 16 when I got it...and I have used it all over the world...I have stamps for El Salvador, Colombia, Hong Kong, Japan, England, Korea, one without any English on it, China, Tanger (Morocco), and Panama, and that is not even near all the places I have been where I had to show the passport but did not get a stamp. I loved my passport...may it rest in peace...

Sunday, April 11, 2004

On to more important issues...CHOCOLATE!!! My mom and Sarah gave me Easter chocolate... Oh CHOCOLATE, Chocolate, chocolate... It soooo good and the bunnies are way to cute to eat... HAPPY EASTER!!!
Well, at 1:31 on April 11, Easter, Aaron asked me to be his girlfriend. At 5:08 on April 11, I told him yes, I would be called his girlfriend. He is the first guy to have that title with me...should be interesting. None of my siblings or I have ever dated anyone or ever had personfriends before, so Aaron is the first. I do not know how my father is going to react... My mother, shocked, told Aaron that he could date me when he called her at 12 o'clock CA time, and asked her. Later my mom says that he should consider himself lucky...my father was out sailing that afternoon and was not there to ask...this is not a good sign... I am trying to get used to the idea of having a boyfriend...I have to be able not to blush everytime that word is spoken...the thought is scary. I have to remember now not to be so anti-guy... aaaaaggghghhhh...from this day forth I can no longer say I have never had a boyfriend... oh well, we all get weirded out sometimes... I am so glad I am not a guy...I would hate the responsibility of asking permission to date someone or have to inform my parents of it. My little sister was quite unhappy with my mother...she said my mom should have said no! It is going to take some getting used to...this having a guy around to obey my every command...I think I could get used to it...(that is sarcastic for those who may be unsure about my tone of voice there) Anyways...they tell me it will take about a week to get used to it...I hope I do soon...
Well, I am avoiding homework...I have no interest in doing it at all. I have read Blogs and done other random things to distract myself and now this is the most interesting thing at the moment. I am very glad to say I am not a grammar god, unlike it seems everyone else...I am a master...

Master!
You are a MASTER of the English language!


While your English is not exactly perfect,
you are still more grammatically correct than
just about every American. Still, there is
always room for improvement...


How grammatically sound are you?
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I think my Spanish has messed up my English...I hate English anyways...The world should all speak Spanish...

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

Well, this is what the employees and my brother are doing at work...They are making a silent computer.

Saturday, April 03, 2004

I got a lot worse, was taken to the doctor, was put on medicines, forced to skip classes, and now I am behind in homework, so that is what I am doing instead of blogging, might write more later.