random

i have no time in my life. therefore i have not the time for a real blog entry. but i do have the need for a momentary break. not that i really ever write real blog entries. but someday...

my jeans stretch out a ridiculous amount after one wear. they fit when they come out of the dryer. and then they almost fall off three hours later.

my phone is weird. for some reason, it thinks i mean to type "28" when i really mean "at." i don't know why. i certainly use "at" more than i do the number 28. i think i must have used 28 once, and then it saved to my phone memory as the preferred word. so then another day i typed the word "what." and it came up as "wh28." really? really. also, every time i try to type the word "yay," my phone freaks out and won't recognize it. it thinks i mean way or wax or yaw. so i have to spell it out. and it NEVER SAVES. yet the number 28 did.

Really??

If you think that i can't spell...

check out this product of the United States education system.

Umm iquess lols bro i am skool didn want to go but i got to learn...lol

Omg bro i wannah fite hu so badbro but im not gon b chlidish

yu lidtomethe holdtmye im so glad tht ikan move on..umm.tht wasnt love..lolz..wantn for it to kum...umm

this from a tenth grader.

yeeeeaaah.

i'm famous!!

i randomly got interviewed while i was sitting at the park one day. they took a delightfully unflattering picture that you can see here. and here's the article.

it's was a little bit exciting.

*!!!NEW!!!*

hi friends.

i finally started my 365 blog.

i'll still update here with longer posts when inspiration strikes and i have time.

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the end.

for my friend who likes bugs.

ok, so i was looking at some strange college courses available across america, and i decided that heather needs to take this one:

Far Side Entomology

Oregon State The comic strip "The Far Side" featured a rich universe filled with interesting animals and bugs. Far Side Entomology professor Michael Burgett uses the comic strip as a teaching tool to explore interactions between humans and insects. About the course, Burgett says "The anthropomorphism in the cartoons makes an immediate connection between insects and people … Students take those connections farther, connecting to ideas and relationships they wouldn’t have imagined in a straight systematics course."

ideas

bad idea: storing guitar picks in the small tin in which i store pushpins. (or storing anything in a tin of pushpins.) had some trouble trying to get them out. ouch.

bad idea: switching the location of cups and plates after about 20 years of continuity. i can never ever remember which cabinet we keep the cups in. i open the wrong one ALL the time. and it's been at least three or four years since they have been switched.

bad idea: women's rugby.

good idea: putting hot curry powder on fried eggs. mmm mmm. i might be addicted.

a few inconsequential anecdotes

story #1: i have a new pet.

heather, you would approve, as my new pet is a creepy crawly creature. i never thought i could like a bug. but i do. there is a spider who lives in my sink. (i forget, is a spider actually a "bug"? or are arachnids classified differently?) anywho, yes, a spider. he's a tiny little defenseless guy, so the first time i saw him, i figured i would be nice to him. i tried to avoid splashing him with water as i brushed my teeth. i imagine it would be terrifying for a spider to suddenly be swept away by a droplet of water that would carry it down the pipes and into the plumbing system. the next day, he was still there. why would a spider live in a sink? i seriously doubt he's gonna catch many bugs there. but he continues to make his home just under the rim of the sink. and there he remains. everyday i see him and try to avoid killing him. i named him alfred, because i have to name everything in my life. i hope alfred eats yucky bugs, and in return, i let him live in my sink and don't kill him.

the end.

story #2: m&m's are the best texas snack

so i got some m&m's at the grocery store the other day, as i am hopelessly addicted to chocolate. however, i forgot about that bag, and i left it in the car. in texas. in august. oh great. so i found it a few days later, and i was really bummed, because melted chocolate is really tricky to eat. but guess what??? what they say is true. m&m's don't melt in your hand. or in your car in texas in august. well, the chocolate does melt, but the candy shell keeps it all enclosed... so i had a lovely chocolate snack in my car without making a mess! i now keep a bag in my car at all times for those sudden chocolate cravings. thank, you m&m's for helping me fulfill my addiction to chocolate.

the end.

story #3: goodbye, dead cells

today i lopped off 5 inches of my hair. well, i didn't, but i paid someone at pro-cuts to. i've been thinking how scraggly my hair has been lately, so today impulse got the best of me, and i got it whacked. i think i like it.

the end.

story #4: life

i've decided that i'm thrilled to pieces about life right now. i love school. like really really love it. like i have no qualms whatsoever sitting in class all day long on tuesday and thursdays. and i'm excited about homework. i'm learning GREEK! i can't get over that. i love meeting new people from all over the world who have a heart for the Lord and for missions. i adore my job. i love what i do, i love the people i work with, i love the atmosphere of the uwc, and i love that it connects me to dbu still. i love living at home with my parentals. i like to think i'm kinda independent, but i also have no problem living with the rents and LOVING it.

the end.

Perhaps I have too much free time right now...

I have recently made a new purchase.

I love this new purchase.

It has more or less changed my perspective on life.

Well, not really, but for one to three minutes every morning and evening, it brings joy to my day.

Here it is:

The Colgate 360.

It's a beaut, isn't it? The little grip thingy is super squishy and fun told hold.

The bristles are angled nicely to remove plaque, giving me an optimal cleaning experience. Also, notice there is a cushion of sorts under the bristles. This, my friends is the height of technology.

There is even a tongue scrubber on the back. WHOA... so much cleaning action packed into one little toothbrush. Don't know if I can handle it.

But all technological cleaning aside, you know what brings me the most joy? The yellow color. I have never before in my life bought a yellow toothbrush. I always go for blue or green or some variation thereof. So when I was purchasing my new toothbrush, I pushed this one aside, looking for a blue one. But then I thought... wait, maybe I'll branch out and give the yellow toothbrush a try. Pivotal moment of my life. Best decision I have ever made. And by ever I mean during those few minutes I was at the store. But really. Every time I grab my toothbrush, I am struck by the vibrant color. It's like I'm eating a slice of pineapple that is really skinny and has bristly blue and white things on top and some orange accents.

Amazing that something so simple can amuse me so much.

But that's the story of my life.

DBU is the coolest.

Wait.. for this post, you first need to click here....

You need the right ambience.

Getting pumped up yet?

dun.

dun. dun. dun.

dun. dun. dun.

dun. dun. duuuuuuun.

I jam to this song a lot. Know why?

The bells in the Mahler at DBU play it.

Really.

The Rocky theme song. The Eye of the Tiger.

I often leave work, head to my car, and feel like I should be taking left and right jabs. Whirling with roundhouse kicks. Running up stairs. I love it. Thanks for pumping me up, DBU.

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight!

Risin' up to the challenge of our rival!

And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night!

And he's watchin' us all in the eeeeeeeyyyyyyyeeeee!!!! of the tigerrrrrr!!!!!!!!!

Ok, maybe it's not really the Eye of the Tiger that they play, but some hymn sounds JUST like it. They also play How Much is that Doggie in the Window. But again, not really. But I like to pretend.

dun.

dun dun dun.

dun dun duuuuuuun!

Tiger out. Gonna go stalk some prey.

Incredibly Amusing Fact

Hahaha! LOL! Hehehe! Jajajajaja!

I have a new one to add to the list.

55555!!!

What????

Yes, my friends, that's right. In the Thai language, the word five is pronounced "hah," which is just really funny to begin with. And as Thai is a tonal language, it has a high tone, so it's extra silly. Though they have a ridiculously confusing alphabet, Thais typically use arabic numerals. So instead of typing "hahaha," they type "555." Fivefivefive.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

I find infinite amusement in this.

Fivefivefivefivefivefivefive!!!!!

Ok, that's all.

Not really. Can we talk for a minute about how silly LOL is, too? It took me a while to catch on to that one. It's really hard to pronounce, so I didn't understand it for a good while. But now I have adapted. But it's still fun to pronounce "loll." Doesn't sound anything like a laugh!!!! Which makes me laugh even more! 5555555555555555555555!!!!!!

ILY also confuses me. I thought it was a nickname at first. Let me elucidate. So I worked with junior high kids for several years, and they would always post things like "Let's hang out, ily!" ily. Maybe short for Emily? But not everyone's name was Emily. So I though ily must be a universal nickname that girls used for each other? I was so confused. So I asked one of my girls one time. And got laughed at. "55555!" She said. No, ily simply stands for I love you. Who'd of thunk? Makes sense now.

I hope you are as amused as I am.

555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holler Uncle

This is my favorite mug at work. I use it every time I have coffee or tea. It reads, "For my UNCLE... CHRISTMAS is a time for family and special thoughts of you." Christmas is for family and thoughts about your uncle. Who knew? I had no idea that uncles were such a key part of Christmas. Which leads me to one of my age-old questions: do you suppose Jesus was ever an uncle? It seems probable. But how crazy would that be: "Hey, Uncle Jesus!" Just a strange thought. But then that leads me to another question. Why is it that all the rest of my extended family members refer to my parents as "Uncle Dana" and "Aunt Judy," but I never refer to my aunts and uncles as "Aunt" or "Uncle." They are simply Glenda, Keith, Karen, Diane, etc. First name basis only. Then I wondered if anyone else is taken off guard for this. Why did my siblings and I get out of this requirement of addressing parental siblings with appropriate titles? Robin, do you ever call anyone "Aunt" or "Uncle" anything? But why would we? I don't call my mom "Mom Judy," or my brother "Brother Daniel." I call my sister "Seester," but never "Seester Robin." Silly. Perhaps I am doing everyone a disservice for not reminding them of their role in my life. Or perhaps I am honoring them by showing that they mean more to me than just a familial title. But then that brings me back to Christmas, and thoughts of my uncle. Perhaps uncles should be named accordingly, so I can adequately think special thoughts on Christmas. But why are uncles the only ones specifically remembered at Christmas? Is there a mug that reads, "For my COUSIN... THE FOURTH OF JULY is a time for family and special thoughts of you"? I want a special mug. And special thoughts. For I fear I shall never be an uncle. But perhaps that's selfish.

I have deep and abiding questions.

Announcement

From this day forward, you may refer to me as Carrie Khan.

WARNING!

Mutant mosquitoes are on the loose this year. I have gotten four bites in the recent past. All have stayed itchy and red and swollen for about a week, and now I have a big bruise looking thing where they were.

To Do:
Buy bug spray
and a pet spider

A few reasons why I love my job

Adam: I could not agree anymore… with your opponents.

Adam: Anyone want to write a take home final for me?

David: Twenty bucks a page.

Adam: I’ll give you five.

David: I’ll give you an F.

David: Adam also thinks that people should talk the way they write, which is completely asinine.

David: Goodbye forever, Adam.

Adam: If only that were true, David.

Adam: There are three things I do not know.

Adam: There are three things I do not understand.

Adam: There are three things I know.

Adam: If you have not listhped when sthaying the word “nemesthis,” you have not lived.

Me: How does popcorn work?

Adam: Magic.

Daniel: We hold our beliefs to be true, because they are.

Daniel's friend:Just remember, BAD MOOD spelled backwards is DOOM DAB, which is kind of funny.

Adam: I admire your efforts. You are very tenacious and auspicious.

Me: What does auspicious mean again?

Adam: I don’t know. I think… it means “lucky.” If you say it with enough confidence, no one questions you.

Reasons I do not like the new Facebook layout.

So the info section on Facebook has changed, and as you can tell by the title of the post, I am dissatisfied. Here are some reasons why I have such as deep hatred for the new format:

1) It takes away much of the opportunity for creativity of style. I am not a fan of the uncontrolled chaos of Myspace, but this is much to rigid. I try to deny the fact that I am a part of the incredibly individualistic generation that thinks everyone wants to know everything about my life, cuz I'm just that important and interesting, but I am indeed a product of this generation. So I relish in the detailed nonsense of social networking, and I want to express my individuality through the world of Facebook.

2) I used to have my non-favorite interests, movies, books, etc. included in my info as well. This was a part of my random style. So, when FB made the switch, it didn't carry over the "non-favorite" idea. So, my page said that I was interested in cockroaches and Jerry Springer and As I Lay Dying. Um, no.

3) The editing process does not run smoothly, so as of right now, despite three attempts to change the info, my profile STILL says that I am interested in cockroaches. Yuck!

4) Who is really going to click on the pages linked to interests?

5) Most of my interests are random or not common to pop-culture, so most of the icons are those yucky plain ones. Booooring.

The end.

Love this song.

"Exodus"

Come, come fallen ones
Dance in the healing stream
He has faithfully kept you
Brought you out of captivity

Rejoice, rejoice with all your hearts
Sing Him a new song
That’s heard high on the windswept mountains
It will resound

Lead, Lord, with unfailing love
Those that You have ransomed
And we will sing out as we go on
OUR GOD IS FAITHFUL!!!
OUR GOD IS FAITHFUL!!!

-Bethany Dillon

Random Fact

Did you know that the last four months of the year, months 9, 10, 11, and 12, have names that mean 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th? Isn't that odd? So September should really be July, and October should be August, and so on. Weird.

Ok, so...

I am very good at wasting time.

Too bad this is not a good thing.

Like really... where did the night go? I sit here, wasting more time by writing a blog at 11:12 pm... and I have not accomplished anything of great importance. I thought I had a free-ish evening tonight? (Granted, my "free evening" just means that I did not have class until 10:30, so I got home closer to nine after work. But for my ridiculous schedule, that makes for a pretty free evening.)

Ok, I'm done wasting time.

Almost. First let me mention my random epiphany from the other day:

Grocery stores are AMAZING. How is it possible to get just about anything I want at any time of year??? Where does all the food come from?

The end.

evil. part 2.

So my stomach got in another fight this weekend. Like really, I don't know what the dealio is lately. I have not thrown up in years, and now twice in a few months I have been sick. But this time eclipsed the meatball sub in horrendousness. If the meatball sub was an unpleasant hangnail, the sushi would be comparable to the entire country of Canada falling on top of the US and crushing it while tiny poisoned needles flew threw the air at any living being, piercing eyeballs and toenails, and all the while Spock has created a black hole in the middle of Earth with red matter destroying the whole thing. I don't know if that sentence made sense, but that's about what it felt like. It didn't make sense either. Bleh.

So here's the story. At work, Ethan was talking about how amazing sushi was. Since they sell it in the soda shop at DBU (weird... I should of realized how sketch that was) he decided to get some if I would try some. "Oh, sure," I said. BAD decision. I wasn't the biggest fan, anyways. So later that night, I started to feel sickly. I had a headache and then started to feel nauseated. I went home... and threw up... NINE times. I was up all night, feeling more miserable than I have ever felt in my entire life. I was so close to going to the emergency room. It wasn't even like the kind of sick where you lay motionless on the couch feeling sick. No. I couldn't stop shaking and crying and heaving, I was lightheaded and my arms were tingling and I could barely breath. Every muscle in my body hurt. Horrible. Don't ever eat sushi.

Ok, well, to be fair, I can't blame the sushi with 100% certainty. No one else who had sushi got sick. (Does this sound familiar to anyone else? I promise I didn't eat any privet berries this time.) It could have been the chicken sandwich at lunch, but that was a looong time before I got sick. And my fam has a history of bad reactions to fish. I don't know. But I have come to this conclusion, regardless: SUSHI IS EVIL.

Fin.

Railroad Crossing

Watch out for cars. Can you spell that without any R's?

T-H-A-T.

So clever.

Look, Listen, Live. It was not until a few years ago that I realized "Live" is meant in the sense of "you will live if you look and listen." I thought it was lIve (long i sound), as in "this is live action"... like when something on the news is live... it is happening right now. It was an enlightening day when I realized this distinction, comparable to the day I learned that the "D" in Disney is actually a "D." I even joined a Facebook group for that one.

Oh, well. You live and learn.

LIVE

Ezekiel 37:3

He asked me, "Son of man, can these bones live?"
I said, "O Sovereign LORD, you alone know."

Colossians 2:6-7

So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.

Galatians 2:20

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

Matthew 4:4

Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.'"

Phil 1:21

For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.

1 Peter 1:17

Since you call on a Father who judges each man's work impartially, live your lives as strangers here in reverent fear.

1 Peter 2:12

Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us.

1 Peter 2:16

Live as free men, but do not use your freedom as a cover-up for evil; live as servants of God.

1 John 3:16

This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers.

1 John 2:6

Whoever claims to live in him must walk as Jesus did.

Ephesians 5:8

For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light

Ephesians 5:15-16

Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.

2 Corinthians 5:15

And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.

Romans 8:5

Those who live according to the sinful nature have their minds set on what that nature desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires.

John 11:25

Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies"

2 Corinthians 5:7

We live by faith, not by sight.

LISTEN

Proverbs 19:20

Listen to advice and accept instruction,
and in the end you will be wise.

James 1:19

My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry,

Jonah 2:2

He said:
"In my distress I called to the LORD,
and he answered me.
From the depths of the grave I called for help,
and you listened to my cry.

Mark 9:7

Then a cloud appeared and enveloped them, and a voice came from the cloud: "This is my Son, whom I love. Listen to him!"

Psalm 66:16

Come and listen, all you who fear God;
let me tell you what he has done for me.

Proverbs 8:34

Blessed is the man who listens to me,
watching daily at my doors,
waiting at my doorway.

Job 37:2-5

Listen! Listen to the roar of his voice,

to the rumbling that comes from his mouth.

He unleashes his lightning beneath the whole heaven
and sends it to the ends of the earth.

After that comes the sound of his roar;
he thunders with his majestic voice.
When his voice resounds,
he holds nothing back.

God's voice thunders in marvelous ways;
he does great things beyond our understanding.

LOOK

Proverbs 4:25

Let your eyes look straight ahead,

fix your gaze directly before you.

Psalm 105:4

Look to the LORD and his strength;
seek his face always.

John 6:40

For my Father's will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in him shall have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day."

1 Peter 5:8

Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.

Psalm 34:5

Those who look to him are radiant;

their faces are never covered with shame.

Luke 6:41

Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?

Philippians 2:4

Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.

Radomness for your entertainment

This was really funny to me for some reason. Maybe because I have always wondered what this means. It's really not that funny. But I like it.

"Homogenize" is really a very useful word. We may not know what it means, though it doubtless means something very definite, correct, and (we must add) sanitary, or something like that--scientific, maybe. Neverthless, "homogenized" is good advertising, for advertising uses words not for what they represent, but for what they do. And, after all, there is no dishonesty here, because the milk really is homogenized, you know. But whether people really know what it means is immaterial, almost entirely beside the point. If it makes them buy the milk, that is all it is supposed to do--and who are we to reason why?

- Walter J. Ong in Words and the Wise

Reasons I do not like ebooks:

1. The books cannot be printed nor copied. Therefore, I cannot highlight or take notes in the margins.
2. "Checkout" time is like 15 minutes... I have to re-search for the book and find my place again every time I come back to it. (Haha... re-search for my research.)
3. It takes a whole lot longer for a page to load on the computer than it does to turn an actual page.
4. Computers hurt my eyes. Therefore, ebooks hurt my eyes.

5. It doesn't smell like a book. It reeks of... technology.

6. Ebooks are evil.

7. I do not get a workout by lugging them around.

8. Ebooks make me dependent on electricity. What if the electricity goes out?

9. I cannot flip through pages.

10. Ebooks are vile and deceitful. Yes. deceitful.

11. They cause me to become angry and waste research time so I can go write a blog about how I hate Ebooks. Now my checkout time has expired... again.

I wish I could think of a punny title

Has anyone ever noticed that when someone says, "No pun intended," the pun is almost always intended?

here ya go kate.

I vote emma watson. See?

It's Kate.

Here's another one for me, too. Maybe Dakota Fanning? I dunno.

Picnik!

So check out this way awesome site... it is my new favorite thing to do when I am bored. It's super easy to use, and you can do some really cool stuff with photo editing. Lately I have been editing a picture from every country I went to this summer. Here's some of the ones I have come up with:

Pretty fun, right? Now, GO. Check it out. You shall enjoy it. Or else.

Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage

Ok, so it is apparently "Doppelganger week" on facebook, which means you are supposed to post a picture of a celebrity that people say you look like. Everyone tells me I look like this creep:

I've always thought she looks super scary. But everyone says, "Oh, that's just because she looks scary as the white witch. It's a compliment to be told you look like her." But oh, no.... i looked up normal pictures of her and she looks even creepier.

Why doesn't the lady wear eye makeup? And what's with the strange hairdo she always has? I refuse to believe that I share any commonalities with this woman. Please do not tell me that I do. So, I did a celebrity face match on myheritage.com to find a more satisfactory match. I don't really look like any of them, but they make me feel better. Notice that Tilda Swinton didn't even come up on this collage. YES!

MyHeritage: Family trees - Genealogy - Celebrities - Collage - Morph

ps- can anyone tell me how to use a different template than the ones offered by blogger?

evil.

So my stomach got into a fight with a meatball sub sandwich today. The sub was being all sassy and what not, so gobbled it down, silencing its annoying protests and rude comments. but the sub did not appreciate its time out in my tummy, so it fought back. I finally threw up the insubordinate sub. Yucky.

So I was trying to figure out what could have caused this fight... the deeper reasons. Maybe the sub was just having a bad day. But, oh, no. I suspect treachery of the worst kind was involved. That's right. Poison. Poisonous berries, that is. I went to the park today with some Kate, Heather, and Catie today, and we got into a berry fight. These innocent looking berries were ideal for throwing... bb sized purple balls that got really annoying to those being attacked. In the midst of the berry war, my hands got purple juice all over them. I didn't think much of it. I trusted that those berries were simply harmless plants for our entertainment. Boy, was I wrong.

I washed my hands of the juice when I got home, but I suspect that my steering wheel had traces of berry left on it. So, my meatball sub was likely swallowed down with traces of berry juice that were picked up by my hands. Maybe that's a stretch, but that's all I can figure.

I asked the expert of such matters, Heather Cummins, Botany Extraordinaire, and she informed me that this plant was likely a "privet." Upon looking it up, I found the following info: "Privet (Ligustrum)- Ingesting any part of these poisonous plants may cause stomach ache, vomiting, nausea, diarrhea, or headache. Eating the berries of privet shrubs may even cause death." If this is indeed the culprit, I am apparently very sensitive to it. Another site I found said you usually have to eat like 12 berries for the poison to effect you.

Kate, from now on I will listen more seriously to your warnings about caution with plants.

Well, I am feeling better now. But I still don't like meatball subs and choose from this day forward not to eat one again.