So, not to bombard you with entries in one week, but this is a funny Video Sift video about the difference between the Internet and real life. I would perhaps not watch it at work or with the kidos. It's not dirty, but it uses some language here and there to spoof real Internet spam, etc.
Enjoy!
Well, even though it's almost the end of the month, here's a poem I like--in honor of love and of my favorite poet. ;) I also think the second to last line is funny.
Modern Declaration by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things,
never having wavered
In these affections; never through shyness in the houses
of the rich or in the presence of clergymen having
denied these loves;
Never when worked upon by cynics like chiropractors
having grunted or clicked a vertebra to the dis-
credit of these loves;
Never when anxious to land a job having diminished
them by a conniving smile; or when befuddled by
drink
Jeered at them through heartache or lazily fondled the
fingers of their alert enemies; declare
That I shall love you always.
No matter what party is in power;
No matter what temporarily expedient combination of
allied interests wins the war;
Shall love you always.
Well, I feel foolish writing on here to say, "Here's an update on my life" when really, not much that fascinating has been happening in my life. I mean, it's been a fun few months, but none of it is worth calling the Channel 11 News over. (I specifically did not use Channel 9 just for you, D.)
Well, proofreading abounds, and I am up to my armpits in it, though not from my usual sources. My plan is to take any dollars earned from this and put it towards my student loans (I also threw that out there for you, D). My super not-so-secret goal is to be out of debt in two years. It was my goal last year to be out of debt in three years. I may be looking at only being out of debt a year before I was scheduled to be anyway, but I don't care. You have to try, at least.
The summer grilling season has kicked off, with Danika, Thom, and Lindsey hosting a partay last weekend. It was great fun. There were many beers involved, for better or for worse.
The partay was especially good for me because I had just finished my homework. After turning in a 25 page paper, I needed a few beers. What was supposed to be a ten page project turned into a much longer work (under the instructor's direction, so it's not even like I was being an over-acheiver). I have finished that and can now move on with my life. My goal is to choose a new school by Fall 2008. Right now, I'm just not that interested, which translates to "not doing anything" in my world.
Heroes continues to rock my socks off. I am also viewing Battlestar Galactica. Hot Fuzz was another movie I saw this weekend that pretty much rocked the free world. I'm reading drivel and will post it in the book list at the end of the month.
The boyfriend, Ben, still continues to want to hang out with me, against all reason, so that's been fun. We've been entertaining each other with TV and outings for the last month. It's been a great time. I'm still a fool in love; what can I say?
That's what I know. If I've been off the radar, try to envision writing 25 pages, and you will realize why. I am trying to get back in touch with everybody because I miss you all. And that is all the news I know.
Well, I didn't write about it on here, mostly because I stupidly chose to make it part of my memoir for my class, but it has been a year since my grandpa passed away.
I like to take these anniversaries and take stock. I like to see if I've accomplished what I set out to. I like to ask myself if he'd be proud of me. I'm not sure about that one. Maybe.
And the truth is that I'm not sure how I feel about it. My sister and I got together for dinner on the day of because she was feeling low. I feel bad because I don't feel as devastated as she does. Every time I want to get really sad, I think of how sick he was, and then I just have to cut off whatever tears think they want to fall. I can't be devastated. I wouldn't wish being in pain like that on anyone, least of all someone I loved as much as I loved Grandpa.
My memoir was all about how my dad and I didn't really used to get along, and in it, I talk about how Grandpa was a bridge between us. Without him, we aren't sure how to talk to each other. It's probably more true that Grandpa was like a second father to me. He was the one who told me he was proud of me. I miss that a lot. Even when I talked trash, Grandpa thought I was funny, and I liked that. He'd always walk me out of his apartment and then ask me how things were really going, out of earshot of Grandma, as if he trusted me to help him protect Grandma.
The truth is that I miss him a lot. It's not the gaping, awful ache that I felt for a long time after Amy died. And even Amy's death has become more palatable in the aftermath of Grandpa's. I don't know why, but neither aches the way hers did before. You would think two deaths would hurt worse, but they don't seem to.
The image that makes me happiest, yet the most tearful at the same time, is the image of him at the kitchen table in Heaven drinking coffee with my favorite great-aunt and great-uncle, talking and laughing and not in any pain.
Well, it seems I don't read much these days. What with class and all, all I have time for is a few pages every night before I crash. Here is what I read, such as it is, anyway.
Iron West by Doug TenNapel: 3 and 1/2 Stars. This graphic novel was pretty good. I liked Creature Tech better but this was still a pretty good read. It was a little less overtly religious than Creature Tech, but it still dealt with serious issues like duty and responsibility and doing what is right rather than what is easy. I enjoy TenNapel's work with the graphics as well, and I feel that these alone make it a good read. It doesn't take long to get through it, which is nice (and, let's face it, probably why it's the only book I finished this month). So, on the whole, if you have a chance, you should give this author and this book a shot.
That's it for the reads. Feel free to share your own longer and more auspicious lists in the comments.