Aha, education!!

You Are a Striped Sweater

You are a bouncy, lively, and even a little raucous. You love life loudly, and everyone is invited to your party. You are very hyper, and sometimes you act without thinking. And while your impetuousness gets you in trouble, your charm gets you out of trouble.

What Kind of Sweater Are You?

Josh Harris convert!! WOO!
And I don't agree with ALL he has to say about courtship, but he has great ideas about relationships in general, especially in regards to sexual purity and gender roles.
He says he believes in traditional gender roles, but then ELABORATED, and explained that though men and women are DIFFERENT, and that women should be submissive, that doesn't mean women are under men or mean less than men.
Men and women are EQUAL, but have different ROLES.
Which pretty much explains everything, and I mean everything.
Francesca Lia Block writes so beautifully. Her writing is emotional, profound, and out there.
THEY'RE MAKING A MOVIE OUT OF WEETZIE BAT!!
NO WAY!
Excuse me while I hyperventilate.
Another Weetzie Bat book I haven't read? Hmmm....
AAAGH lunch was awkward for a long period of time when Kevin brought up gay marriage and seemed to imply that he thought gay people in general ridiculous.
Which was awkward because Janessa was sitting at the table and got sort of POed.
Sort of? She was LIVID.
It didn't end well.

Wasn't this the point last year that it all started sucking?

Might have been earlier.
I considered being in a "deep" and "contemplative" mood today, but what would be the point?
Even if I was feeling deep and contemplative, would it just be to prove a point?
Because the stuff I'm thinking about could give the wrong impression.
Might as well just say it: We left OEFC more than a year ago, but it seems like in the past week we've run into a lot more people from that church than we have all year.
And it's weird talking to them, because our lives are so completely seperate now and without OEFC, we have little in common.
And it seems like, I don't know, they resent us for some reason. Or that's me being paranoid.
So yeah, it's weird. We were there for a LONG time.
But now we're at a new, thriving church and we've made connections there, and most of the ones from OEFC are pretty much dead, so it's really not so bad.
Just...minorly uncomfortable.
And I know, Matt, that you are going to think that was directed at you and possibly take offense or read too much into it, but it's not. You're just a small factor in the huge equation.
Ha, math speak.
Actually, that made no sense.
That's enough for today. My brain is starting to hurt.
Pretty intense Sims session, though. Twins. Who would've thought? Two little boys. One looks just like his mom, the other like his dad. They're named Remus and Romulus. I know. That's me trying to be funny.
My dad's worried I might have a secret double life in the Sims, that I'm creating Sims of me and my family and friends and am doing "evil" things with them.
It's something Laura Ingraham told him.
I actually considered doing that for a time. It's only slightly creepy. Does that mean I need help?

You Are the Tree Pose

You are a well grounded, down to earth person. Not much shakes you. You can remain steady through a crisis - and other people lean on you. You have high standards and morals. You easily rise above pettiness. While people sometimes accuse you of being stubborn, you are able to shift focus when you need to.

What Yoga Pose Are You?

Blue eyes are overrated.

I look in the mirror and they sicken me.
Brown eyes just look better.
And blue eyes are often the target of authors who wish to prattle on and on about the character's "piercing gaze".
Ugh, I had my last drive today. Thank God it's finally over. I never get nervous before a big test, so it ticks me off when I make stupid mistakes anyway that I can't attribute to nerves.
But, again, Ed yelled at me FAR MORE than he yelled at Phoebe.
But that's probably just me being paranoid.
Or in denial.
Ugh, I'm so glad to see the back of him, and I think for him the feeling's mutual. There's no need to make me feel like a complete and total failure for not turning my wheels when parking on a hill.
And then my dad made things worse by spazzing out over some quizzes I needed to make up, and I didn't know which ones I had to make up, so he was all, "WHY AREN'T YOU TELLING ME???"
Ticks me off to know end. It's called listening, try it some time.
Ugh I'm just really PMS-y right now.
I just finished "The Crucible", which both Mr. Hurd and Mr. Rosendale reccommended, and that was pretty dang depressing.
Cliff notes for The Crucible: Everyone dies.
I didn't agree with part of what the author was trying to portray, though.
But that happens all the time.
ENOUGH WITH THE SARAH PALIN JOKES!
Cyrano de Bergerac is my hero.
I wish I could come up with good comebacks like he does.
Mr. Anspach is showing the 1950 film in class and it's pretty sweet.
I love how he has a big nose, but flaunts it. Which is what I try to do. But he's a pro.
Roxanne is such a lame-o, though. You don't tell your guy friend you like another guy. You just don't. It's awkward and cruel. I almost cried when he realized Roxanne didn't love him back. :(
But he only likes her because she's pretty. Seriously.

What can I say? I like tubes...and I like you!!

Oh, that Neil Ciciriega!
"Hello, my sweet ducklings."
Yesterday was my parent's 22nd anniversary.
22 years.
That's a long time.
And eHarmony says opposites don't work out.
It was weird, though, because they took us out to Applebee's (Why they would rather spend time with their kids than have a romantic dinner alone together is beyond me). Nathan and Mom both ordered steak, Dad and I both ordered cheeseburgers, and William, the Love Child, ordered shrimp.
It's weird how menu choices correspond with personalities.
"Vantage Point" is a SWEET movie. I usually hate action movies, but this one was SO AWESOME.
It was also sort of confusing, because the movie kept rewinding to 12:00 to go from a different character's point of view.
It was pretty sad, though, because practically everyone died.
There, I said it.
Now it's spoiled.
Forrest Whitaker is the MAN!
Run, Forrest, run!
They wouldn't let us sit on the couch in Sunday School. How lame is that? So we moved up to the front row.
There's nothing more uncomfortable than sitting in the front row. It always feels like the person up front is looking RIGHT. AT. YOU.
And you feel vulnerable.
"You guys can come up front if you want. *looks meaningfully at front row*"
"Um, no, that's REALLY okay, we like it HERE. *glares meaningfully back*"