tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40309612011-04-21T14:59:50.408-04:00...meanderings of michelle's mind...(random thoughts and whatnot)confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comBlogger711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1158206623546213692006-09-13T23:58:00.000-04:002006-09-14T00:03:43.560-04:00I attribute many a needed pick-me-up to my beautiful pup, Marley. Happy birthday, Puffin--you're three months old!!!confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1151459214681712822006-06-27T21:38:00.000-04:002006-06-27T21:46:54.693-04:00It's getting better, I must say. The first few weeks I wanted to slap everyone who started the conversation with "So how are you?". I didn't know how to respond. On good days, I'd reply with a noncommittal "I'm okay...". On bad days, I wanted to shoot back, "Well, how do you THINK I am?". I wanted to be asked and I didn't. I wanted people to know how I felt without having to articulate the confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1148510105420091902006-05-24T18:31:00.000-04:002006-05-24T18:35:05.430-04:00Why I love my Dad:Because.Even though he is physically gone, his spirit remains. I can still hear his voice, see his face. I don't want to forget.He is at peace.He is home.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1137996669639704132006-01-23T01:10:00.000-05:002006-01-23T01:12:33.406-05:00I am a one way motorwayI'm the one that drives awayThen follows you back homeI am a street light shiningI'm a wild light blinding brightBurning off aloneIt's times like these you learn to live againIt's times like these you give and give againIt's times like these you learn to love againIt's times like these time and time againI am a new day risingI'm a brand new skyTo hang the stars upon confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1131994920771864202005-11-14T14:00:00.000-05:002005-11-14T14:02:00.783-05:00"I see," said the blind man, as he picked up his hammer and saw.I am the only person who finds this utterly hilarious?!:Dconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1129133322945170802005-10-12T12:07:00.000-04:002005-10-12T12:08:42.950-04:00You are Rerun! Which Peanuts Character are You?brought to you by Quizilla...Yeah, that sounds just about right.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1128215382165911822005-10-01T19:01:00.000-04:002005-10-01T21:09:42.286-04:00Meet George.("Hi, George.")("Blub, blub, blub.")George is my pet fish. Yes, yes, I know. It's a FISH. But fish have feelings too, you know.Trust me--I'm an unlikely proponent of this belief. I used to make fun, much fun, of fish-owners. My disdain for the aqueous beings stems from my earliest years. To me, fish were the quintessential non-pet. As a child, I yearned for something loveable,confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1123472994217204972005-08-07T23:45:00.000-04:002005-08-07T23:49:54.223-04:00A granule of sincerity:"To interpret the image, we must destroy the object."Eric Scigliano, on the fine line between the restoration and destruction of ancient art.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1123452317217795542005-08-07T17:52:00.000-04:002005-08-07T18:05:17.226-04:00 A few photos I'm particularly proud of: Yosemite National Park, CaliforniaAt the peak of Mont Royal.Sunset, somewhere in Montreal. confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1121994713097365302005-07-21T20:58:00.000-04:002005-07-21T21:11:53.103-04:00I could make this a self-congratulatory posting and expound on the explicit details of how I've overcome trials and tribulations to make it to where I am now.Truth be told, I'm still in transition.Granted, Ottawa is hardly an exotic, extreme locale (although I do hear their winters are quite harsh). Nevertheless, I've committed myself to the nation's capital for at least the next year and a halfconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1117063916808017112005-05-25T19:31:00.000-04:002005-05-28T11:58:01.676-04:00Dinner was one of those wholeheartedly unpretentious affairs, almost unnerving in its briskness and efficiency.Whilst Dad steamed the corn and baked the steak, I measured out dollops of balsamic and red wine vinegars, olive oil, and honey for the store-bought salad at hand.Dad had hollered for my help at 6:05 after citing a dinner start time of 6:30.We were done by 6:35.With our bellies full of confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1109708855454980502005-03-01T15:21:00.000-05:002005-03-09T06:35:19.560-05:00"How we spend our days is how we spend our lives."How true. And yet, at the most apathetic and self-serving of times, how depressing.It seems I've slunk, as expected, into a cozy, comfortable niche of cars, cable, new clothes, and home-cooking.It is, in itself, not a bad thing.It is, after all, a matter of attitude.I hope to rise out of the fluff of this slump and emerge a well-rested, pampered, confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1107536257988460302005-02-04T11:53:00.000-05:002005-02-04T11:57:37.990-05:00Things accomplished thus far during my stay here in the 'Saug:
- Obsession with "One Tree Hill", "CSI", and "Smallville", and reruns of "Sex and the City"
- Reincarnated obsession with "Gilmore Girls", "Passions", and reruns of "Friends"
...
- Oh, yeah. And a teensy weensy bit of nursing practice.
(Oh, the glories of all-out, full cable TV vegetating...)
confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1105063188893380392005-01-06T20:51:00.000-05:002005-01-06T22:19:08.890-05:00What I miss about Paradise:
Warm sand. Cool surf. Fresh, butter-soft, melt-in-your-mouth papayas. Palm trees. Sea turtles lounging on the beach. Red hot lava flowing right before my eyes. Clouds a foot above me. The initial lurch of an ascending chopper.
All this, and more...
In short, Hawai'i was awesome!!
***
So with another year under my belt, I "look forward" to 10 weeks of unobliteratedconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1103777153736911042004-12-22T23:40:00.000-05:002004-12-22T23:45:53.736-05:00In the awkward, hesitant moments of transition, I find myself grasping at threads I've already snipped, lines I've already cut. I can only mourn for so long before the dull reverberations of the present shock me back into action.
All good things must come to an end...
Cheers to you, Queen's. It's been good. So long.
confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1103254804008664082004-12-16T22:23:00.000-05:002004-12-16T22:40:55.313-05:00So it come to this...
I hate saying "goodbye." I hate farewells in general. Believe it or not, I cried for the half hour or so that Frodo was bidding adieu to his friends in the final LOTR installment; I bawled when he finally boarded the ship that would remove him from Middle Earth forever. Absolutes are scary; sometimes uncertainties even more so.
The truth of the matter is that I don't know confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1100362855523930532004-11-13T11:09:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:55:09.936-05:00I started reading Iris Chang's The Chinese in America: A Narrative History before going to bed on Tuesday November 9th.
The following morning, I arose to this headline:
Bestselling history writer Iris Chang found dead
I was shocked, saddened, grieved. At the tender age of 36, Chang seemingly succumbed to her depression and took her life with a single gunshot. Such talent; such drive and confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1100189987990203742004-11-11T11:14:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:55:31.993-05:00Lest we forget.
Appropriately enough, I was playing "Disarm" when 11:11 a.m. rolled around. During my minute of respectful silence, I meditated on Billy Corgan's lyrics, listened to the swell of strings and tolling of bells, and declared it a most mood-appropriate song:
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1093741091522380072004-08-28T20:56:00.000-04:002004-12-16T15:55:53.346-05:00These certainly *are* the days:
After years of expensive education
A car full of books and anticipation
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
But the world don’t need scholars as much as I thought
Maybe I’ll go travelling for a year
Finding myself, or start a career
Could work the poor, though I’m hungry for fame
We all seem so different but we’re just the same
Maybe I’ll go toconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1090941455123421052004-07-27T11:15:00.000-04:002004-12-16T15:56:41.773-05:00"I'll be honest about it. It's not the atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. We must all pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, 'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1089144349568903122004-07-06T16:00:00.000-04:002004-12-16T15:57:03.220-05:00I wish...
I had something worthwhile to blog about.
Life at home has taken some adapting to. There's the foreign yet familiar routine, the bathrooms to share, the curfews to make. I feel ungrateful and unappreciative for feeling like my freedom's been taken away in exchange for free food, laundry, and transportation. Yet at the same time, the essence of a lot of my growth has been nurtured by confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1080878534126567572004-04-01T23:02:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:57:44.100-05:00"Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free." - John 8:32
But I didn't know freedom could hurt so much.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1080752340042967202004-03-31T23:17:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:58:06.466-05:00Sometimes, in life, it's impossible to know where and how to take that next crucial step.
I'm often tempted to falter and fail, discouraged by the elusiveness of an ultimate goal.
At times like these, I'm so thankful for those who stop to lend me a helping hand.
At times like these, I feel so alone...but I look around, and I'm not.
At times like these, I realize that we're all figuring it outconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1080318124789109012004-03-26T11:22:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:58:45.996-05:00"Honestly, I look at this like war. If this was WW1/2 or 'nam I'd be 19-21: the ripe age for a soldier. Those wars were fought by guys my age and just like my situation, the war was due to forces largely beyond their control. I didn't ask for this war... but it's my war to fight. Often the soldiers were placed in situations with little hope of them surviving, but there was still hope.... it neverconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1080272425749106972004-03-25T22:40:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:59:03.926-05:00Someone who was once with us is gone.
With the shock of the news came, well, shock. He was young. The last time I saw him he was perfectly healthy.
Over the past five years, how many times have I missed the occasional Shad reunion because I wasn't in town and it was a bit of an inconvenience to get there, because, I admit, I just didn't feel like it? How many opportunities to reconnect with confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1079401780144721712004-03-15T20:49:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:59:19.556-05:00Sometimes in this self-absorbed bubble of mine, it's hard to maintain perspective.
That there's a whole world out there, that my thoughts and actions can usually indirectly affect others - I forget all this in the cocoon of my quiet abode.
And there's probably something I can do about this.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1077068753568868812004-02-17T20:45:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:59:45.703-05:00"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig-tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1074823371631216002004-01-22T21:02:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:59:59.676-05:00So. Another year. Another number.
I'm 22.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1073447341498017442004-01-06T22:49:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:00:28.913-05:00Rice, my prayers are with you.
This world
This world is cold
But you don't
You don't have to go
You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to care
You're mother's gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bear
But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1072899295121662962003-12-31T14:34:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:00:44.816-05:00Happy New Year to all, and to all a good night. :)confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1071446827800774852003-12-14T19:07:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:01:04.596-05:00Maybe Tolstoy got it right...?:
"'It's amazing how complete the delusion is that beauty is goodness. A handsome woman talks nonsense, you listen and hear only cleverness. She says and does horrible things, and you see only charm. And if a handsome woman doesn't say stupid or horrid things, you persuade yourself at once that she's wonderfully clever and moral.'"
Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonataconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1071300430772281622003-12-13T02:27:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:01:25.983-05:00Blogging in the dark.
It's late and I can't sleep.
I've tried to make myself as tired as possible with countless statistics problems in preparation for my impending exam. Caffiene consumption was limited to one cup early on in the day. I even bounced around to a few tunes, feigning physical exhaustion.
Hmm. This is odd.
Meh.
Let's try again...confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1071091016991248282003-12-10T16:16:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:01:45.153-05:00If I just breathe
Let it fill in the space between
I'll know everything is alright.
Breathe
Every little piece of me,
You'll see
Everything is alright.
If I just breathe.
- Breathe, Michelle Branch
confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1070998748757580342003-12-09T14:39:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:02:10.476-05:00Great tune:
We walked on the beach beside that old hotel
They're tearing it down now
But it's just as well
I haven't shown you everything a man can do
So stay with me baby
I've got plans for you
This is the time to remember
Cause it will not last forever
These are the days
To hold on to
Cause we won't
Although we'll want to
This is the time
But time is gonna change
You've given confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1070833862235947902003-12-07T16:51:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:02:27.840-05:00Smiley cat!
(clap, clap)
Smiley cat!
(clap, clap)
confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1070778858843079062003-12-07T01:34:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:02:54.880-05:00So. I've officially, unintentionally, and all-too successfully managed to completely reverse my sleep cycle and become nocturnal.
I achieved this feat by sleeping a mere 2.5 hours the night before. This was not planned. My bladder rudely awoke me at 5:30 a.m. and kept me on the toilet till I decided to just fuggedabout sleep. This is what an untreated UTI will do to you. Four hours later (and a confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1069988964119300482003-11-27T22:09:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:03:21.936-05:00From the Nov. 17, 2003 issue of The New Yorker, compliments of brother-dearest:
"Friendly question: 'Sir, although your supporters' predictions that Iraqis would greet our troops with flowers haven't been borne out, isn't it possible that, given the problems with the water supply and the infrastructure in general, there is a serious shortage of flowers over there and that Iraqis might be confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1069895523805048912003-11-26T20:12:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:04:03.753-05:00"The highest rates of depression occur among those recently divorced or separated. Married women are more depressed than nonmarried women. In contrast, married men are less depressed than unmarried men." (Kneisl et al, Contemporary Psychiatric-Mental Health Nursing, p 121)
Hmm. Ladies, looks like we're outta luck.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1069195562786509702003-11-18T17:46:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:04:27.130-05:00"'Look at them. There are your true philosophers. I think,' he went on, 'that Mack and the boys know everything that has ever happened in the world and possibly everything that will happen. I think they survive in this particular world better than other people. In a time when people tear themselves to pieces with ambition and nervousness and covetousness, they are relaxed. All of our so-called confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1068682765141382902003-11-12T19:19:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:04:48.716-05:00I swear they're on a schedule. Or have to maintain a quota of sorts.
Every evening, the girls upstairs scream - no, scream is not the word...they shriek - like banshees. Blood-curdling. A passerby's ears would be piqued as it sounds like torture is being executed in the annals of a ghetto house's thin walls.
Annoyance is not an issue. Instead, a curiousity fills me, almost drives me to tap on confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1067320645765225772003-10-28T01:57:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:05:07.160-05:00He looked into my eyes, and it was then I knew that everything would be all right.
"It's you, I know."
Our topic of conversation had shifted and we'd delved into our spiritual and romantic pasts. Relieving the burdens of baggage. Toting new ones of hope and joy and love.
And I've never felt so sure and at peace.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1066879313531609702003-10-22T23:21:00.000-04:002004-12-16T16:05:36.076-05:00I decided to a) satisfy my omnipresent tendency to procrastinate, b) save a bit of cash, and c) experiment with a different, albeit temporary, form of self-mutilation and took my pair of student Fiskars to my head.
Chop chop chop. Water? Comb? Professional? Who needs 'em!
And the result?
Nothing short of incredible. ;) My honest-to-God, unbiased opinion of the matter, of course.
confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1066276106978051912003-10-15T23:48:00.000-04:002004-12-16T16:05:54.586-05:00So. New comp. Internet's back. Ooooooh dear. Potential for baaaad news.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1066015298513951652003-10-12T23:21:00.000-04:002004-12-16T16:06:11.386-05:00My current state:
Yeeeah.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-1065929524240819672003-10-11T23:32:00.000-04:002004-12-16T16:06:36.370-05:00So.
Yes, I know. It's been a long while.
My summer in short: four fantabulous months spent on the shores of Lake Couchiching at sunny Camp Wahanowin. Many (hopefully long-lasting) friendships established. Wonderful memories. Good times.
My life right now: putzin' about in my third year of nursing. Questionning whether it really is a profession for me. Disliking most, if not all, of my classesconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-926085272003-04-14T17:53:00.000-04:002004-12-16T16:07:04.656-05:00Another funny bit from The Star:
At a news conference the day the world watched statues of the Iraqi leader tumbling down, Prime Minister Jean Chretien stopped just short of referring to U.N. Secretary-General Saddam Hussein. Apparently unable to remember Kofi Annan's name, the Prime Minister motioned to the assembled journalists, waving his hands as if to say, 'Help me out here.' After one confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-923118142003-04-09T16:12:00.000-04:002004-12-16T16:07:21.493-05:00I think...I can do more with my life...than sit around and wait for a guy...confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-918262962003-04-02T01:26:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:07:41.420-05:00So it looks like this SARS thing is a lot more serious than I'd thought...Looks like I won't have to go to the hospital tomorrow for clinical placement! We asked our lab instructors on Monday (some of whom are KGH employees) and they seemed all furtive and secretive about the *potential* of a SARS victim...or at least those "under surveillance," whatever the heck that means.
I took my free confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-915604682003-03-28T14:00:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:08:01.706-05:00Now playing on my Winamp's Happy Songs! list:
Good Day Sunshine - The Beatles
Big Yellow Taxi - Counting Crows
The Game of Love - Santana feat. Michelle Branch
I'm Alive - Celine Dion
This Is Love - Amanda Marshall
A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carleton
among others. =D
I'm going home today! Weehoooooohaaaa!confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-912600442003-03-23T23:40:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:08:23.513-05:00Preoccupation with a certain someone has kept my brain busy (and insane) for the past eight or so months, leaving little room for the important stuff, like school, family, friends...
I've been told that it's a phase. That it takes time. I was so sure that this was correct. I told myself, "Yeah, I'll wait it out. Something'll happen. I'll get over it - him." And that is what I did, and have been confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-906972142003-03-14T02:36:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:08:51.146-05:00Man. 'Tis late.
Mad props to ICQ buddies gel and HusterGirl for keeping me company. crystal princess went to bed a bit ago - if she's reading this, I hope you finished whatever message you started! ;)
Ummms...speaking of finishing...I guess I should get this assignment done. :(
confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-906572242003-03-13T13:53:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:09:21.706-05:00Too funny...
I found the following in last Saturday's Toronto Star:
"On behalf of Canadians everywhere I'd like to offer an apology to the United States of America. We haven't been getting along very well recently and for that, I am truly sorry.
"I'm sorry we called George Bush a moron. He is a moron but, it wasn't nice of us to point it out. If it's any consolation, the fact that he's a moronconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-900328832003-03-02T23:53:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:09:47.386-05:00What an eye-opener of a weekend.
There were messages from a couple movies I watched that spoke to me. Firstly, The Matrix: In the words of Morpheus, the Matrix itself is blinding us from the truth. That's how my life feels sometimes. I "forget" that I'm a Christian. I bask in the comfort of my warm fuzzy life. I don't realize that others around the world are being persecuted for their faith, confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-897562072003-02-25T23:28:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:10:05.016-05:00God, how I miss him.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-896098912003-02-23T14:38:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:10:23.136-05:00Question: How do you know that you love someone? Like really truly love them for who they are and who they strive to be?
I know I love my mom, my dad, my brother. But that almost seems like a given. It's not like I choose to love them - I'd probably love any other persons who'd cared for me from birth, and the pseudo-sibling that was my childhood playmate and companion. To me, they're not Mr. confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-893870242003-02-19T16:03:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:10:39.366-05:00Thoughts on "Chicago": Yes, the ladies can carry a tune. Yes, Richard Gere can sing and tap-dance. But can Taye Diggs *really* play the piano?confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-885160042003-02-04T01:36:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:10:56.613-05:00What's up with me? Let's see...
1) I'm allowed to give injections now! Woohoo! Looks like I'll be giving my first patient his/her shot on Wednesday! Mwuhahahaha...! I hope my proficiency from injecting my oranges transfers to human flesh! ;)
2) How is it that all my close(r) friends are all single, yet my acquaintances aren't? Strange.
3) Moving into a single apartment next September! It'll confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-883285622003-01-31T10:07:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:11:14.300-05:00Note to self: a martini on an empty stomach = instant way to get buzzed.
I've decided I'm going to enjoy my period of relative freedom (i.e. no immediate midterms/evals) and just chill this morning. Having woken up ~30 minutes ago...I'd say I'm doing well. :)
Mmmm...*yawn*
This is the life.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-881412272003-01-28T01:37:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:11:29.543-05:00I've decided...
I just have to LET GO.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-880694082003-01-26T19:56:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:11:47.650-05:00Why is it that I magically find the time to blog when I have impending exams? Procrastination much? ;)
I don't know why I'm so apathetic. Since first term I've developed the habit of putting off studying to the very - and I mean VERY - last minute, to the point where I'm cramming every last morsel into my brain a mere few hours before doomsday. I foresee myself doing the exact same thing this confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-880321122003-01-25T23:10:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:12:06.503-05:00Yup, it sure has been a while...
Recent obsessions: The Calling's "Camino Palmero" (noteably Track 11 - Stigmatized), The Calling in general, Josh Groban, and this wicked new band I recently discovered called "Dashboard Confessional." Good stuff. :)
Oh, yeah. And I'm 21 now. SO OLD!
Big thank you to my fantabulous housemate who baked me a yummy cake (aka the "mold in the fridge") and invitedconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-871349702003-01-08T18:17:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:12:23.546-05:00Why do we miss people sometimes? Miss them to the point where you think about them every day, even though you don't talk to them and could? And why don't you make that first step to talk to them? Granted, communication lines may have rusted due to time and circumstance, but they're still alive, they're still there. You still have their number. But you still cling on - desperately - to the confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-869668342003-01-05T13:45:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:12:43.830-05:00Am back. Am alive. Am SICK. And with impending classes...ach, how annoying!
I'll tell y'all about the trip when I'm in a better mood, k?confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-863036022002-12-19T23:35:00.000-05:002004-12-16T16:13:00.976-05:00Yay! I'm all packed, and thus all set to go!!!
Bye for now, North America! :) See y'all in a coupla weeks!confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-862790922002-12-19T13:03:00.000-05:002002-12-19T13:05:56.000-05:00I...am...DONE!!!
Woo hoo! Paaaaar-tee!!!!!! Pandemonium in the streets! MY HOLIDAY HAS BEGUN!!!! :)
Yeeeyeahyeeeyeah, yeeeyeahyeeeyeah, yeeeyeahyeeeyeah, yeeeyeahyeeeyeah, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-862543012002-12-18T23:31:00.000-05:002002-12-18T23:31:26.580-05:00Reading The Lonely Planet's guide to Beijing, I came across the following. It's about the Lama (Tibetan) Temple, and it's referring to it's 60 feet tall Buddha statue:
"Flitting around the Buddha's head is what appears to be spinning prayer wheels, emitting a sweet, harmonious whine. Closer inspection reveals them to be pigeons with whistles attached. You can't help thinking the poor things areconfused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-862236342002-12-18T11:18:00.000-05:002002-12-19T13:19:44.000-05:00AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
I am slowly going crazy, 1-2-3-4-5-6-switch!
Crazy going slowly am I 6-5-4-3-2-1-switch!
My housemate's writing her last exam right now. She'll be done in 45 minutes. Then she'll come home, and be all happy. And then she'll pack while I sit here and cram. Finally, she'll leave to go home...and I'll still be sitting here, cramming.
Nope, confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-862063332002-12-18T01:10:00.000-05:002002-12-18T11:16:24.000-05:00BLAH! Am tired! I should go to bed soon. But so don't wanna. Sleep means the end of the day...and the end of today means the beginning of tomorrow...and tomorrow means - EEK! - day before my final!!! :( On the other hand, it means a day closer to being done. Ah...freedom...so close, and yet SO far.confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-861871622002-12-17T17:36:00.000-05:002002-12-17T17:36:14.556-05:00Back in K-Town! Never thought it'd feel this nice to come "home," albeit only for a couple of days. But still. I've missed this place!
I did a lot of thinking on the bus ride over. My thoughts were quite scattered and incoherent, but I think I did have some flashes of insight. I wish I could enlighten you all with them, but my thoughts usually don't make it to my long-term memory bank. :( confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-861439732002-12-16T21:42:00.000-05:002002-12-16T21:42:02.983-05:00Can anyone tell me how to get rid of that icky huge grey margin on the right?? I've self-educated myself into changing the background colour and establishing a few links (yes, I have but three friends in the entire world!). But that grey margin?? It's elusive.
This web stuff is a lot of fun. Great excuse to procrastinate, too. ;)confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030961.post-861396222002-12-16T20:06:00.000-05:002002-12-16T21:37:59.000-05:00Hello all. :) Well, looks like I've hopped onto the blogger bandwagon. Not sure how long this'll last...or if this will even be posted. But here's to trying... ;)
So I've been at home (*home* home, not ghetto home) for about a week now, vegging and recuperating from my icky cold. Sad to say I've kinda *forgotten* that I have an impending final in...dang, 3 days?! I'm so unprepared it's not confused_in_lovenoreply@blogger.com0