28 February 2003
26 February 2003
RWest714: Your birthday is in July right.
jmerwamer: yes..
RWest714: JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
RWest714: is any of it true?
jmerwamer: most if not all
jmerwamer: yes..
RWest714: JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
RWest714: is any of it true?
jmerwamer: most if not all
25 February 2003
::the smile::
for those of you unfamiliar with "the smile" it is a term coined by my galpal Morgo, the sketchcat that usually causes my smile and vice versa. it is one of those one that slowly creep onto your face when you are experiencing pure glee. the kind of pure glee that consumes your attention as it dances around in childish merriment and that you wish will never end.
anyway. the previous weekend has provoked a lovely smile. more details on the reason later, i hope... but just guess what it might be. Hint: it has to do with my dramatic irony... but actually puts it on hold hehehe. btw. i realized that boy's name was Manuel and he is in one of my classes. my curiousity is no longer piqued.
for those of you unfamiliar with "the smile" it is a term coined by my galpal Morgo, the sketchcat that usually causes my smile and vice versa. it is one of those one that slowly creep onto your face when you are experiencing pure glee. the kind of pure glee that consumes your attention as it dances around in childish merriment and that you wish will never end.
anyway. the previous weekend has provoked a lovely smile. more details on the reason later, i hope... but just guess what it might be. Hint: it has to do with my dramatic irony... but actually puts it on hold hehehe. btw. i realized that boy's name was Manuel and he is in one of my classes. my curiousity is no longer piqued.
21 February 2003
The George Bush Song
(Sung to the tune: "If You're Happy And You Know It, Clap Your Hands)
If we cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets hurt your Mama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi
And the bank takes back your Audi
And the TV shows are bawdy,
Bomb Iraq.
If the corporate scandals growin', bomb Iraq.
And your ties to them are showin', bomb Iraq.
If the smoking gun ain't smokin'
We don't care, and we're not jokin'.
That Saddam will soon be croakin',
Bomb Iraq.
Even if we have no allies, bomb Iraq.
From the sand dunes to the valleys, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections;
Let's look tough for the elections,
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq.
While the globe is slowly warming, bomb Iraq.
Yay! The clouds of war are storming, bomb Iraq.
If the ozone hole is growing,
Some things we prefer not knowing.
(Though our ignorance is showing),
Bomb Iraq.
So here's one for dear old daddy, bomb Iraq,
From his favorite little lady, bomb Iraq.
Saying no would look like treason.
It's the Hussein hunting season.
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq.
(Sung to the tune: "If You're Happy And You Know It, Clap Your Hands)
If we cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets hurt your Mama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi
And the bank takes back your Audi
And the TV shows are bawdy,
Bomb Iraq.
If the corporate scandals growin', bomb Iraq.
And your ties to them are showin', bomb Iraq.
If the smoking gun ain't smokin'
We don't care, and we're not jokin'.
That Saddam will soon be croakin',
Bomb Iraq.
Even if we have no allies, bomb Iraq.
From the sand dunes to the valleys, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections;
Let's look tough for the elections,
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq.
While the globe is slowly warming, bomb Iraq.
Yay! The clouds of war are storming, bomb Iraq.
If the ozone hole is growing,
Some things we prefer not knowing.
(Though our ignorance is showing),
Bomb Iraq.
So here's one for dear old daddy, bomb Iraq,
From his favorite little lady, bomb Iraq.
Saying no would look like treason.
It's the Hussein hunting season.
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq.
We separate ourselves from our president, the man who is to represent the collective people, by bestowing monarchial power. Were is the logic? This one man's opinions do not represent all America. He is headstrong and hell bent on war, itching for it from the start, while there is significant opposition to war throughout the country.
How can we be responding to attacks that have not been made? We are not. This is not Minority Report!
Who are we without allies? He who has power alone will not go far. We are a country being lead by the proverbial Blind Man (who in our case is also a spoiled brat) into a menacing pit. This one moronic mistake that does not speak from the heart of America could be the coup d'etat of the bubblegum society we know. And we won't have any friends to help us back to our feet.
Repair the termite eaten foundations before the house of America collapses upon itself. Refresh your memory of what America is really about. Decide what is worth a fight: find a peaceful way to achieve the means of peace!
check out Gina's Feb 16
How can we be responding to attacks that have not been made? We are not. This is not Minority Report!
Who are we without allies? He who has power alone will not go far. We are a country being lead by the proverbial Blind Man (who in our case is also a spoiled brat) into a menacing pit. This one moronic mistake that does not speak from the heart of America could be the coup d'etat of the bubblegum society we know. And we won't have any friends to help us back to our feet.
Repair the termite eaten foundations before the house of America collapses upon itself. Refresh your memory of what America is really about. Decide what is worth a fight: find a peaceful way to achieve the means of peace!
check out Gina's Feb 16
The Not In Our Name Pledge of Resistance
We believe that as people
living in the United States
It is our responsibility
to resist the injustices
done by our government,
in our names
Not in our name
will you wage endless war
there can be no more deaths
no more transfusions of blood for oil
Not in our name
will you invade countries
bomb civilians, kill more children
letting history take its course
over the graves of the nameless
Not in our name
will you erode the very freedoms
you've claimed to fight for
Not by our hands
will we supply weapons and funding
for the annihilation of families
on foreign soil
Not by our mouths
will we let fear silence us
Not by our hearts
will we allow whole peoples
or countries to be deemed evil
Not by our will
and Not in our name
We pledge resistance
We pledge alliance with those
who have come under attack
for voicing opposition to the war
or for their religion or ethnicity
We pledge to make common cause
with the people of the world
to bring about justice freedom and peace
Another world is possible
and we pledge to make it real
We believe that as people
living in the United States
It is our responsibility
to resist the injustices
done by our government,
in our names
Not in our name
will you wage endless war
there can be no more deaths
no more transfusions of blood for oil
Not in our name
will you invade countries
bomb civilians, kill more children
letting history take its course
over the graves of the nameless
Not in our name
will you erode the very freedoms
you've claimed to fight for
Not by our hands
will we supply weapons and funding
for the annihilation of families
on foreign soil
Not by our mouths
will we let fear silence us
Not by our hearts
will we allow whole peoples
or countries to be deemed evil
Not by our will
and Not in our name
We pledge resistance
We pledge alliance with those
who have come under attack
for voicing opposition to the war
or for their religion or ethnicity
We pledge to make common cause
with the people of the world
to bring about justice freedom and peace
Another world is possible
and we pledge to make it real
20 February 2003
When I told Beckie (mah roomie) about my massage idea, she called me a prostitute. :( AHHHHHHHHH! Now I don't know what to do. Even my step-dad teased me.
And maybe if I give people the right phone number they'll call me? Or maybe they just need to put it in their phone correctly. Thanks man. That might help my case.
I got a sweet (pun intended) care-package yesterday from Andrea, of the lovely LuceGang and sister to Morgan. It was preciously packaged in a reused Godfather's pizza box and filled with yummy treats: sugar cookies, chocolate chip cookies, conversation hearts, and red hots. Some actually survived the almost 3,000 mile trip whole! Mmmmm...
In other news... procrastination has struck once again; maybe I'll do somethin about that later.
And maybe if I give people the right phone number they'll call me? Or maybe they just need to put it in their phone correctly. Thanks man. That might help my case.
I got a sweet (pun intended) care-package yesterday from Andrea, of the lovely LuceGang and sister to Morgan. It was preciously packaged in a reused Godfather's pizza box and filled with yummy treats: sugar cookies, chocolate chip cookies, conversation hearts, and red hots. Some actually survived the almost 3,000 mile trip whole! Mmmmm...
In other news... procrastination has struck once again; maybe I'll do somethin about that later.
17 February 2003
in the eye of the storm, we ventured out. the sidewalks are piled with the snow that has been cleared from the roads. walking down the street on our way to the diner, we hear a siren. a firetruck was headed our way. we began to scramble to get out of the way and I fell into the snowbank and once i got up and leaped over it onto the cleared sidewalk, i then slipped on some sort of slippery metal cover and fell on my ass. the fireman calls "SAFE" and gives a joking smile. alright hahaha at my expense.
no school tomorrow either. i dont know what to do with myself.
no school tomorrow either. i dont know what to do with myself.
14 February 2003
There is this guy that I see everywhere... especially in the computer lab, but I find myself around him in the most random of places. I'm rather possitive that he is not a theater major, but I definately see him more often than I do some of my friends. It feels... Amelie. In fact, he was just here a second ago. I have pondered apporaching him, saying something cheezy like "I see you so often, I feel that I should know you. Hey, I'm Jamie, what's your name?" Dunno.
The plans for today? Class and not much else. I find myself in the same circumstance this day every year, except now I'm not with my family. I AM well acquainted with Ben and Jerry. Wonder if they are busy tonight.
... watch this entry be filled with dramatic irony when I finally get the nerve (or the lack of sense to leave things alone) and talk to this aforementioned boy and maybe we develop some sort of relationship that would have changed the outlook of this evening for me, rather than sitting here typing and ruining my opportunity to change fate as he makes his exit from my life (for the time being) by heading off to who knows where.
The plans for today? Class and not much else. I find myself in the same circumstance this day every year, except now I'm not with my family. I AM well acquainted with Ben and Jerry. Wonder if they are busy tonight.
... watch this entry be filled with dramatic irony when I finally get the nerve (or the lack of sense to leave things alone) and talk to this aforementioned boy and maybe we develop some sort of relationship that would have changed the outlook of this evening for me, rather than sitting here typing and ruining my opportunity to change fate as he makes his exit from my life (for the time being) by heading off to who knows where.
13 February 2003
Ok. I have rebounded. I am back to my ol' self again and feelin' the love. Ah, the interesting flavors of life.
Give a little thanks to my sweeties... I hope you know who you are... I do!
I still haven't fixed my computer problem, so the temporary fix is my schlumping to the computer lab infrequently. sorry kids.
Last night I decided to put a sign outside my door advertising hand massages (with lotion!) in return for money. Haven't decided what a reasonable price would be. I would love it to be $10, but we are talking about college kids and I don't think I'll get much business at that price. So, $5 it is, I'm thinkin.
And there you have it in one breath. I have definately understated things I realize, as I write, that I haven't even mentioned... (?)
Laugh it off.
Give a little thanks to my sweeties... I hope you know who you are... I do!
I still haven't fixed my computer problem, so the temporary fix is my schlumping to the computer lab infrequently. sorry kids.
Last night I decided to put a sign outside my door advertising hand massages (with lotion!) in return for money. Haven't decided what a reasonable price would be. I would love it to be $10, but we are talking about college kids and I don't think I'll get much business at that price. So, $5 it is, I'm thinkin.
And there you have it in one breath. I have definately understated things I realize, as I write, that I haven't even mentioned... (?)
Laugh it off.
06 February 2003
Toilet Water... a poem about my recent life.
When I look in the bowl, I can see my reflection. It is calm, still, and clear. This curious cat does not see what may lie ahead if she pushes that nifty little lever; on impulse, I flip the switch. At first it is kinda funny how the vision I had of myself becomes all distorted. I bat at the water in a playful manner. But then I come to my senses that the cool little swirly is no longer cool as it has gone down the hole. The bowl does refill and order is restored... a lesson learned, but the vision I once had of myself is a little different. A little clearer and a little wiser.
Ok, so that is my convoluted way of expressing that I have been going through a curious, as in odd, time where I do not make the best decisions.... and maybe that cats and toilets don't mix, yet that mistake is not so serious and has an easier resolution than some of the following.
1. I got caught with some friends and some acquaintences for drinking in the dorm. Since it was my first offense, I have been put on final probation for the rest of the term, which is like a warning and $50 fine. In the words of my mother, "that was stupid." Ouch. The truth hurts.
2. I enlisted the help of a friend to rearrrange the apartment. I had thought there was a possibility that roomie was going to be cool with it because we had discussed making a change and even drew up a plan, but I had thought she was just having jitters at the idea of change and I went ahead with the plan while she was in class. That didn't go over well.
3. With my computer on and running off its battery, I plugged it in to the surge protector. I knew right away that the arch was not a good sign. It shocked my hard drive, which I think erased all its memory. A Men in Black "flashy thing" for laptops. Not gonna be a hot seller. Insta-karma for my room rearranging stunt. (This explains whatever slack I have in my on-lineness.)
So, I have disgruntled myself by all of my bad decisions, disappointed my parents, and irritated my roommate. Not so pretty.
Song stuck in my head: Fiona Apple's "A Mistake"
When I look in the bowl, I can see my reflection. It is calm, still, and clear. This curious cat does not see what may lie ahead if she pushes that nifty little lever; on impulse, I flip the switch. At first it is kinda funny how the vision I had of myself becomes all distorted. I bat at the water in a playful manner. But then I come to my senses that the cool little swirly is no longer cool as it has gone down the hole. The bowl does refill and order is restored... a lesson learned, but the vision I once had of myself is a little different. A little clearer and a little wiser.
Ok, so that is my convoluted way of expressing that I have been going through a curious, as in odd, time where I do not make the best decisions.... and maybe that cats and toilets don't mix, yet that mistake is not so serious and has an easier resolution than some of the following.
1. I got caught with some friends and some acquaintences for drinking in the dorm. Since it was my first offense, I have been put on final probation for the rest of the term, which is like a warning and $50 fine. In the words of my mother, "that was stupid." Ouch. The truth hurts.
2. I enlisted the help of a friend to rearrrange the apartment. I had thought there was a possibility that roomie was going to be cool with it because we had discussed making a change and even drew up a plan, but I had thought she was just having jitters at the idea of change and I went ahead with the plan while she was in class. That didn't go over well.
3. With my computer on and running off its battery, I plugged it in to the surge protector. I knew right away that the arch was not a good sign. It shocked my hard drive, which I think erased all its memory. A Men in Black "flashy thing" for laptops. Not gonna be a hot seller. Insta-karma for my room rearranging stunt. (This explains whatever slack I have in my on-lineness.)
So, I have disgruntled myself by all of my bad decisions, disappointed my parents, and irritated my roommate. Not so pretty.
Song stuck in my head: Fiona Apple's "A Mistake"
03 February 2003
It's been an off-kilter kind a day. My sleep was cut short as I awoke to a banging on the door. The maintenance guys said they were coming to work on our windows in ten minutes. This was 8:20 AM. grrrr. If I could snarl I would. So our apt. is all out of sorts.
I have also been serenaded by T.J., flatulated upon by an Indian man, and the night is still young.
I have also been serenaded by T.J., flatulated upon by an Indian man, and the night is still young.
01 February 2003
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