Archive for July, 2007

avoiding MY homework…

Posted in etcetera, memelicious on July 26, 2007 by drbolte

I got this off of a friend’s Facebook page, and the title of her note was “avoiding web design homework” and it seemed like a splendid thing to do. Let’s call it Meme Thursday.

70 Questions I Guarantee You’ve Never Answered:

1. Would you chew gum after someone else already has?

I think so, but it would depend. I don’t have a huge cootie fear.

2. What describes your relationship status?

Very, very single. VERY, VERY READY to not be single. I would be an awesome girlfriend and a potentially amazing sugar mama once this dag-blasted dissertation is done.

3. Do you drive a stick or automatic?

Automatic. Don’t know how to drive a stick, and that brings me shame.

4. Are You the Heartbreaker or the Broken Heart?

I don’t think I’ve ever broken anyone’s heart, but my heart has been broken. I don’t think that I would like to categorize myself as either, though. I’d like to think I’m everchanging.

5. Ever been skinny-dipping?

No. Some days (like today), I’m not opposed to the idea of it.

6. Do you think Napoleon Dynamite is funny?

Yes, but I only did the 2nd time.

7. Who have you talked to most today?

The people at the temple.

8. Pumpkin?

To carve? Yes. To eat? No.

9. Color of your underwear?

White.

10. Color of your shirt?

Teal.

11. How many years have you taken a language?

Six years of Spanish, both in high school and college.

12. Who is on speed dial Number 2?

I don’t use speed dial.

13. What color is your background on your computer main screen?

Blue.

14. Did you wish on 11:11?

No, but I might now that you reminded me.

15. Good advice if you ever go camping?

Bug spray. Sunscreen.

16. Are you a bad influence?

Only towards the procrastination and the consumption of ice cream. Otherwise, evidence would indicate no.

17. What color are your eyes?

I definitely have answered this question before. Hazel, with lots of green.

18. Would you rather have your name or your sibling’s name?

Well, since I have no siblings, I’ll take mine.

19. Would you do anything for someone?

Not anything, but lots. And have.

20. Have you ever been called a bitch?

Sure. Hasn’t every woman who has survived middle and high school?

21. Favorite color?

Blue. Green.

22. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?

Yes. I don’t think my snarky translates as well so I do it to make sure that people know I’m kidding. I should probably just stop being snarky.

23. What song is on?

Save Yourself by The Colour.  Party Shuffle chose it with some encouraging from me.

24. Are your grades good?

Yup.

25. Do you ever think people hate you for filling these out?

Yup.

26. Would you date anyone on your top friends?

Yup.  Well, if I had a top friends. But I don’t discriminate, so that’s effectively asking me if I would ever date any of my friends and I consider that sort of a stupid question.

27. Does your best friend(s) have a MySpace?

No.

28. Whose page did you visit last?

Facebook? Evan.

29. Last time you went out to lunch?

Lunch? Sheesh. Uhm…

30. Do you watch Gilmore Girls?

Not anymore, since it no longer exists except in reruns.

31. Who is your favorite character from Friends?

Chandler, I guess?  I don’t think I really HAVE one.

32. Have you ever seen and enjoyed The OC?

Yes.  Christmas found me TiVOing it every day off of SoapNET.

33. Do you have one or more Britney Spears C.D.s?

Please. Heck no.

34. Which radio stations are your favorites?

right now? Country ones.

35. Are you a Lost fanatic?

Fanatic? No.  Dedicated fan? Yes. I’ll keep watching.

37. Do you have a song by Ozzy Osbourne in your library?

No.

38. Alanis Morissette?

Yes.

39. Do you watch Family Guy regularly?

No.

40. King of the Hill?

Yes, only because it precedes the Simpsons.

41.Do you read trashy romance novels often?

Uh, no.  Unless by trashy you mean Jane Austen and/or LDS fiction.

42. Favorite TV show of all time?

Probably Veronica Mars.  Buffy follows quickly behind.

43. Do you sing obnoxiously in the car?

Absolutely.

44.Do you sing obnoxiously in the shower?

Nope.

45. What’s in your CD player right now?

Tim McGraw, Boyz II Men, Death Cab for Cutie,  and some other stuff.

46. Have you ever pretended your crush was with you?

Like physically?  What does that even MEAN?

47. Did you draw pictures for your crush back in elementary?

What?!?

48. Have you ever liked a girl/boy but didn’t ask her/him out?

Sure. Welcome to the 47 chapters that comprise the dating story of my life.

49. Have you ever written a poem or story about your life?

Yes.

50. Ever spent over an hour thinking about the person you like?

Like at one time? I think maybe when I was like 13 and apparently on the way to stalkerhood.

51. Have you ever liked someone solely because of his or her appearance?

Sure.  It doesn’t usually last for long.

53. Are you ever a freak about cleanliness or organization?

No.  But in certain things, I need organization. Like moving, for example…

54. Do you ever go to South America?

What is this verb tense?  Have I ever gone to SA? No, but I think it wouldn’t suck.  But there are other places I’d like to go first.

55. Do you know how to knit?

No, but I really, really want to learn.

57. Have you ever written love song lyrics yourself and put them on myspace?

Good grief, no.

58. Do you keep a diary or journal online?

Welcome to it.

59. When you open your closet, what is the dominant color?

Blue or orange. Sheesh, maybe I’m a Gator?

60. Baskin Robbins or Coldstone?

Coldstone.

61. Physics or chemistry?

Can I say neither?  I don’t understand either.

62. Earphones or headphones?

Headphones. Always. My ears are strangely shaped, I think.

63. Pink or teal?

Both, in proper proportions.

64. Earrings or a ring?

Both, most days.

65. Walk or Run?

Walk, I guess.  Run, metaphorically, is how I live my life too often.

66. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars?

Wow.  Uhm, Harry Potter purely for the literary value (have you tried to read those Hobbit books? oy.). But Star Wars always wins for fantasy. Star Wars is in a class of its own.

67. Fly or road trip?

Road trip. I like the control and flexibility.  And Dairy Queen stops.

68. Batman, Spiderman, or Superman?

Spiderman. Tobey…hmm.

69. What are your favorite Disney movies?

The Little Mermaid.  Hands down.

70. Favorite Sport?

To watch? Football.  To play?  Flirting.

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delusions of youth

Posted in life lesson number 498, me on July 25, 2007 by drbolte

I don’t know why I think that I can get away with anything less than 6 hours of sleep and be anything but delirious and/or homicidal, but every month, WITHOUT FAIL, when I have to drive to Orlando to work in the temple on Wednesday mornings, I stay up obscenely late.

And then I wonder why I am just desecrated with exhaustion by the end of the day.

I am not that young. I’m not old, but my body likes its sleep.

And I ain’t givin’ it to it willingly lately, so it’s about to take it without asking me how I feel about it thank you very much.  I’m just glad I’m home and no longer on I75.

So tired…and so much to do…

do you know craig and his list?

Posted in Life, shopping on July 24, 2007 by drbolte

I love it. I’m about to sell off all of my extraneous stuff on it, and it’s fabulous.  Of course, I’m probably lowballing all of my prices to move this stuff, but I’m motivated.  I’ve already, overnight, had some offers.  It’s all for Gatorade and pizza money for the move, since I’m bribing people to help me haul my junk up the stairs and into the new place.

I think what I love about it is that it’s like one big electronic yard sale–and you can scroll through to find just what YOU’RE looking for.  It’s fantastic.

They’re in almost every big city now–and, shoot, Gville’s not a big city, so check it out.  You never know what you might find…

because I’m a woman…

Posted in ghetto life, i hate vegetables, someday I'll be a real middle class girl, you have to be a chick to understand on July 23, 2007 by drbolte

…I must, of course, fret about the fact that I don’t think I’ve eaten anything green that wasn’t artificially so (M&Ms don’t count, do they?) since the paleolithic era.  I should really change that.

…I find it hilarious that I felt like a big spender when I bought good bread (not the already-stale, $1.25 crap bread that you really do have to eat in one day or else it turns to cardboard) today at the store.

…I am genetically compelled to bake for birthdays.  Birthdays not my own.  I take joy in it.  It’s a little sad.

…I don’t things being late (and by things I, of course, mean the thing that send every woman rushing for the Advil and every man heading for the hills).  Good thing there’s no worries there, huh?  Or else I’d have more to stress out about.   But it messes with the schedule. I don’t like it.  It’s the second month in a row.  Freaking hormones.

the Harry Potter weekend

Posted in books are bliss on July 22, 2007 by drbolte

Don’t worry–I won’t give away the ending. It’s too good to ruin for anyone else.

I finished the seventh and–GASP!–final Harry Potter book today. I cheered, cried, clapped, and gasped (and not necessarily in that order). The excitement I felt when I opened my mailbox and saw that Amazon package reminded me–shocker–of when Book 6 came out. Suddenly, I was replaying that moment in my mind, but even that–and that was pretty good–was nothing compared to this.  I read from 4 to 5 and 11:30 until 3:45 a.m. last night (party inbetween, inconvenient social life!) and the minute I could, I was back at it today. In order to make sure that I didn’t miss a thing, I used my finger to trace the words so that I could digest every phrase.

I continue to stand in awe of the artistry of J.K. Rowling. For a story that came to her on a train ride, this series is truly magical.

No pun intended, if you can believe it.

The book is, by far, her best. It is a grownup book. I don’t mean that it has more language–although I think there are a few choice Ron Weasley swear words–or that it is darker–although it certainly is, with Voldemort as central to every moment as he is. I mean it’s about grownup questions of love and sacrifice and responsibility and following your instinct and trust and believing in yourself. It is, throughout, the final test for all of these characters that we have grown to love.

They, like all of us, have to figure it out on their own. Harry is an adult in this book, and I liked it. I saw it even in their magic–they were casting spells and using charms I’d never heard of, and I was thinking “wow…Hermione’s really a brilliant witch” or “Ron was paying attention in class?!?” No longer the babies who were learning how to levitate a wand, these character are mature, fully fleshed out, and real.

Not perfect. Not even always smart. But always real. Always themselves. And now very much adults.

It was truly a joy to read.

I can’t wait to read it again. And again.

And how COOL was it that there was so much anticipation, excitement, and hubbub over a BOOK!

Makes a bibliophile’s textual heart sing.

toot! toot!

Posted in books are bliss, teaching, the joys of living in Florida on July 20, 2007 by drbolte

That’s me, with my own horn.

The numbers don’t lie. In my first full-length British Literature survey class, my students rated me a 4.80 out of 5.

That’s, like, a 96%!

(And if I told you how long it took me to do that math in my head, you would cackle and write your own blog post about how they really should not let idiots teach the future of our country.)

It’s a nice reminder that maybe I don’t suck at what I do.  Maybe I do have a future in this business after all.  It’s especially gratifying since, actually, that class is my specialty.

Going into Harry Potter lockdown now. I’ll emerge, victorious, on Sunday night probably.  I’m very excited.

Happy reading!

Go down, you bitter pill! I’m trying to move on, dagnabbit!

Posted in Life, life lesson number 498, me on July 20, 2007 by drbolte

So, I don’t remember if I wrote about this. Probably not.

And I’m going to speak in very vague, philosophical terms because, well, it’s about my real life. My real life intersects with my blog life too often and that can sometimes turn around and bite me in the butt.

Have you ever had a situation that, despite you being COMPLETELY and TOTALLY over it with no real emotion attached to it anymore, keeps rearing its ugly head in your face? And, to that ugly head, you just want to scream: “Leave me alone! I’m moving on! Stop dragging me down this path!”

I have just one such situation. It was a giant learning experience for me. Picture learning the alphabet, learning to walk, being able to recite your phone number for the first time kind of learning experience. I did something that I didn’t expect to have the guts to do, and it didn’t turn out the way that I had anticipated. In fact, it went all pear-shaped. But, ultimately, it was for the best. And I really don’t have any ill will towards the parties involved.

Well, at least I’m trying very hard not to. It was harder, much harder, at first because the whole situation felt like it was calculated to demonstrate my inadequacy. I am learning that’s not true. Distance helps.

I was succeeding, dangit. I was totally heading down life’s gentle, rolling highway whistling to myself and enjoying the scenery. Truly…I was over it.

I just didn’t want to have to think about it a lot.

It’s not that I was in denial about the situation–life in my world is not such that I can ever remain firmly ensconced in Fingers-in-Ears-Singing-“La la la”-Land for very long. But I had diverted my attention. It was working. I was swallowing my bitter horse pill of a lesson and realizing that, despite the bad taste, it was working wonders on what ailed me.

Until forces conspired to bring me screaming and kicking back.

And now I’m just annoyed.

Listen, I realize that I need to accept that things didn’t go my way. I understand that life often presents us with people and situations that we find less than ideal or that drive us a little nutty.

I’m all on board with that.

But don’t expect me to be superpatient with other people’s ridiculousness in the midst of it. You won. I get it.

Now leave me alone.

Thanks very much.