Fall 6:36 PM

Down.



I mean, first day of fall. Today. The wind gets colder, the creepy feeling sets in, and winter's Mr. Melancholy gives you a taste of what's coming.



The little jerk.



You may have noticed Blogger's navbar is back. It allows you to search this site, and gives me a one-click, quick way to post.

A double present to me and you. I may take it off later though, I dunno.



I change my mind quickly and easily.



Just like when I told myself blogging when emotionally charged was not good. But then again, emotion makes good music, art, literature, the like.



It's my contradictory nature. I've got one heck of a strange pyschological makeup.



You're not allowed to study me.



Then, I've been busy with nothing of late.



Nothing=: school, JJT, talking, guitar practice, lying on my bed analyzing life, etc.



And my fly-killing hobby.



I creep around the house with a flyswatter in hand, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting pests. I've even whacked a few in midflight.



"4-0 for me. Score."



I'm currently at 4-1 now, one of them filthy creatures managed to evade me last night. It crashed into my hat while I played guitar, and "bugged" me the whole while.



I'll kill the little devil.



Right after I hurt Vincent's dog for his poo that distributed itself all over my aparell.



Long story.



In other news (a new favorite sentence, I hate it), I need to be more faithful with the good stuff like my Word Time and PnP.



PUUURTY DANCING TREEEEEEEEEES!



They're loosing their leaves!



What do you mean, you weep for my offspring?

Cramp The Sidebar 9:37 PM

I have just received an email from a very niCe lady who graciously let me link to her. I've been meaning to for months, but lazy, forgetful me, and then this and that...Right.

Read her. She's a real hipster.

Also joining my sidebar (unofficially) is Gio, who signs almost everything he writes with a "Gio" (Italian?) and is a holy hole full of interesting things to say. Irrelevant things, yet funny.

Yes, like me. You true critic, you.

Then there's the Rebellion of David and Spirit Tree. Good music coming your way.

I usually get permission to link to other's sites, but if their contact info isn't there or easily accessible, (or if I'm too lazy,) I just go ahead by faith.

Now all I have to do is get Chuck's permission to linky to her harem.

I'd also like to point out that you should Get Firefox. I've just started using it recently, but it works like a charm, and makes some websites I visit look better.

This is a stupid sentence that ends this post.

Look, A Title. Yes, This Is A Title You Morons! 9:39 PM

I can't come up with titles. It makes me sick having to think up good titles, and repetitive titles also make me sick. So I just usually write whatever comes to mind, although creativity escapes me tonight.

And other factors make me less than happy now.

Wait.

Who the heck made up that phrase, "less than happy"? If you're less than happy, I assume you'd be sad. So I guess it's fair to say that I'm "more than happy".

I'm actually not even mad, just tired.

Today, in other pointless stupid blog news that no one cares about or wants to hear about, we got the DVD of the VS Camp. This DVD is quite a work, most of the interesting events are cut out or shortened, and the events that I could have gone without watching again have been featured. The soundtrack was good though, my toddler brother and I boogied to the sounds of infantile high pitched voices singing our faves like "Quacky The Duck" and "Practice Makes Perfect!". Awesome material to thrash to.

I'm reminded of how almost all the adults in the camp would look at my thumbs and go, "Oh dear, what happened?"

What, they never saw black nail polish before?

It's just something I do for the hell of it, if it means anything evil, please enlighten me.

At least I get a kick out of sarcastically answering "Yeah, something heavy fell on them, and now they're black."

It's even better when they fall for it.

If you look around, I've made minor changes to this site. I'll put up links to more sites I like later, although I'm hoping to not end up with the clogged sidebar look.

Who cares.

The 11th 1:01 PM

So, it's September 11th.

We all know what happened this day four years ago. A tragedy, it was.

Enough said.

I've had more "The Family Guy" than I need. I'm gonna have to go into rehab.

Giggle. Ooooooh. That one was funny.

I had one heck of a wake-up this morning. I pried my eyes open sleepily and somewhat angrily to see what was the cause of the noise I was hearing in the back of my head. My keen ears deciphered these sound waves as being giggles from females. More fully awake now I saw a group of females all huddled up and chuckling at my sexy alertness and hairstyle.

Vile, I tell you. My sleeping habits should NEVER be observed.

Then Marco informs me that someone has scribbled something on my forehead. I was surprised that I could have been dull enough to let some sick soul paint his words on my forehead without my alert reflexes giving him a friendly punch.
I rushed to the bathroom mirror only to find a clean forehead and hear louder cackles of impish delight from my observers.

Sucker.

I'll just shut up before I quote something from "The Family Guy".

Looks like the trampoline is empty.

Year 12:01 AM

So the hollow blah and Hobbyns have been giving us 1 year of blogging.

I'm getting there, in a month.

So I went to the Activated, same as usual. Word, prayer, praise, and bad food (No offense to the guy who prepares it, I just don't think he realizes that his food is ROTTEN.). I'm actually kinda tired. I watched two movies last night, they were ok. I won't say at what time I went to sleep, but it was late.
Morning found me tired as (just tired) and I was the last one up. One incentive to wake up though was Marco's kickass trampoline with a mini-hoop.

Mad dunks and flips and all.

I also decorated today.

You should have heard the disbelief in my sister's voice when Marco and I were appointed official decorators of the living room in honor of Sebby's birthday.
Guys can decorate, what's the big deal?

Right?

Speaking of Sebby's birthday, it went well. We had a good two-hour something basketball game, and man, I need to get my game back.
Now after the home video of Nats' family (no comment) I find myself sneaking this post in. But I have to go, I need to join in on the strange male/female differences conversation taking place within hearing range.

Oooooo. What's that?

Whore 9:08 PM

I should have titled this "When Blogging Becomes a Chore".

I just might.

Or I'll give the title to some other post.

Sadly, I can't talk about the repetitive happenings of this home, or I'll bore my eight faithful readers to death.

God forbid.

But I'll be going to Montreal tomorrow to attend an Activated meeting, where we do the hardcore stuff like praying, praising, and reading God's Word. And then I get to hang with Marco and Steven. Pimps.

But I'm quite sure I'll get stuck in a library tomorrow, I may have something to tell y'all y'all then.

At least it won't be with this raped mouse that keeps screwing up every few and making me have to rewrite my sentences.

A trick question by fl35h that I want to annoy some soul with someday:

I: "Ruth, do you want to know everything?"
She: "Well, me yes, I always want to know."
I: "To know everything is to be God."
I: "Thus and thus, You want to be God."
I: "Satan!"

I did mention I get an occasional kick out of teasing Spanish or French speakers about their English?:

(Me, while observing a card game:)
Michelle: "Pass the Joker."
Me: "Physically impossible, they are only two Jokers in a card game, and she has both!"
Michelle: "Then what is THIS?"
Me: "That's a Jack."
Michelle: "Oh. Well, it's hard to tell the difference, they both have a 'G' at the beginning."
Me: "'J'."
Michelle: "DIE, YOU!"

Or my dad's simple mistakes:

(My dad while telling an anecdote on Faith and Works:)
Dad: "There are two whores (oars), one that says Faith, and one that says Works..."

(My dad while commenting on how he doesn't want my little brother playing with the money in his bag:)
Dad: "I don't mind if he just looks at the different bills and penies."
Mom: "Pennies, honey."

(My dad while reading "Focus on the Power!":)
Dad: "... to fuck us on the power."
Me: (clears throat) "Focus, dad, focus."

My mom occasionally blurts things like:

(My mom while reading to us from "The Basic Mop":)

Mom: "...is a hole in the DICK."
Me: "Dyke?"

I got more of these. In my brain archives.

Somewhere.

Wowzers 11:09 PM

I am sick no longer.



Good, I'm starting to find those periods of transmutation annoying.



No, that's NOT a third limb.



But I did have some strange delirious dreams, like people in groups of four passing sponge blocks around and then trading them with other groups. And lots of faces, memories, zany stuff, and yeah.



I don't need to watch movies now. All I have to do is get sick!



In other noticias, this day marked the beginning of a week of clowning.



And since I couldn't find my clown hat, I had to wear this puffy, colorful fro.

Which, by the way, doesn't go with my thin, bony, and tanned face.



Well, I had an ok time, I made some kids happy and gave them balloons. I enjoyed myself up until some nosy child called me a "lady with puffy hair".



I dislike the critics nowadays.



I wish he could have come home to what I did.

Like, say, my sisters looking like someone barfed oats in their faces.



It's a new treatment thing, it is.



I liked it better when all they did was put cucumbers on their eyes.



Wowzers.

I need to make a list of my favorite words and expressions. Both self-made or borrowed from gente.



Or not.



Since kids like Nathalie will steal MY words and flash them everywhere.



NiCe and lynkedd are already being exploited.



Just give me credit for the last one.



Wowzers.



No, you won't find that in the dictionary. (i.e., I was dumb enough to come up with it.)

Katrina 10:36 PM

I suppose what's been on my mind the most these past few days is the wake of destruction left behind by hurricane Katrina.

That, and of course, Brittani.
(cheesy grin)

I watch the news every night now, this night being an exception due to my blogging activities. I can't get these images of devastation out of my mind, and it burdens me. I wish I could go and help. Two nights ago, I saw a man on TV walking around aimlessly, and when the TV crew interviewed him, he explained with tears in his eyes that he had lost his wife when their house split in half because of the flood. He was holding onto his wife's hand, and she told him he couldn't hold on, and to take care of their five children.

Then she fell.

It's stories like these that break my heart. I remember I used to be so unfeeling but now I guess I'm too soft.

I'm a freaking Libra, ok?

A post from ZERO that I can say amen to:

The power went out today.
All thanks and kudos to our local friendly hurricane.

I thought I had left this all behind when I left Africa.

In retrospect tho, you realize that it's all the same, first world or third. Natural disasters don't discriminate.

A hurricane or earthquake can hit you on the blindside and before you know it you're out of power, your cell-phone coverage is nada, and the nearest open gas station is 262 miles away, which successfully leaves you just as stranded and vulnerable as if a hurricane had hit you in a third world country.

Dead is dead.
Where you are has no provenance.

I pray for the souls of the dead, and for courage and comfort for those who remain.