Broadcasting Live from my Brain

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:29:24 GMT

Frank Miller
Circle I Limbo

Extremists of all forms
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

Pro-life activists
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

George Bush
Circle IV Rolling Weights

Born Again Christians
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

diamond dealers
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

gay bashers
Circle VII Burning Sands

Anne Coulter
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

Hitler
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

Just an Update

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 02:13:20 GMT

I am at my parents house and currently have a bad case of the hiccups. Tomorrow is the 25th anniversary of my grandmother's ordination.

Maggie (my roommate) is in Pennsylvania until the wee hours of the morning on Tuesday, so I've had the house all to myself since Thursday.

...Which means there are lots of dirty dishes.

Stardust is a wonderful movie. If you enjoyed THE PRINCESS BRIDE you will love this one as well.

I can't believe summer is over.

What a Week

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 04:56:37 GMT

Harry Potter, Troubled Friends, and Party, Oh my!

I'm having a great time at my new place. For those of you who don't know, I've moved out of my parents' house and am living in Madison. I hope you are all doing well.

I'm doing great.

I'm back.

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 22:50:00 GMT

Hello, children.

I decided I need to keep up with my blog because I'm going to be needing it. I have some tentative plans for leaving in March and I probably won't be back for another year. I'm hesitant to reveal them to the masses at this point simply because I am superstitious and I don't want to jinx anything.

I spent a good portion of the day driving around with Becky. Because we are basically identical in our likes and dislikes, as far as music and other media go, we are going to merge our music and literature into one, until no one will no where Julia's music stops and Becky's begins.

In other news, I am wearing overalls with a pink hippy t-shirt. I love how the overalls still fit me (but they certainly fit differently) even though my ass is considerably larger. They are just as unflattering as they were when I was 13.

xoxoxo

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:27:43 GMT

I was born when I met you, now I'm dying to forget you. And that is what I know.
-Brandi Carlile

She rocks. And she says stuff a little too well.

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 20:27:56 GMT

I'm really enjoying life right now. I don't have class on Mondays or Fridays. I wake up at 10 am every morning. I feel healthy/happy. I have to spend a lot more time studying... but I like it.

I'm kind of in my own little bubble. Just working on taking care of me.

Which I haven't done in awhile.

2007

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 02:33:45 GMT

I only have 2 Mondays of high school left.

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 19:07:01 GMT

Missed 3 days of school. Am I supposed to feel a bad ache every time the mucus behind my ears shifts?

School is insert adjective here

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 03:31:45 GMT

So school started. My day is bearable. Things are pretty dull.

Bill Clinton is my homeboy.

Mon, 07 Aug 2006 18:04:32 GMT

Do you ever NOT to something because it's what you want to do the most? ... and I suppose you're afraid of people KNOWING it's what you want the most.

Where to keep the Captain Crunch?

Sat, 03 Jun 2006 23:21:03 GMT

Should I keep him in a box?
Should I keep him with a fox?
Should I keep him here or there?
Should I keep him anywhere?

Should I keep him in a house?
Should I keep him with a mouse?
Should I keep him on a train?
Should I keep him on a plane?

OH please try not to complain.

THE END.

P.S. Dr. Zhivago is a good movie.

definitely something wrong with this picture...

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 21:54:51 GMT

I woke up screaming because I thought there was a lobster on my pillow. I kid you not. At which point I flew out of the bed panicking (and panting) until I hit the light switch. After two minutes of staring at my bed, slightly dazed and confused I cautiously crawled between the sheets.

All I remember is staring into these rather large and shiny pupils. Neither of my cats nor my dog was in my room. ...it was just me. I think....?

I stared at the ceiling until I fell asleep wondering what the hell that was about.

*shrug*

Don't ask me.

Sun, 26 Feb 2006 14:34:25 GMT

the Helper
Test finished!

you chose CX - your Enneagram type is TWO.

"I must help others"

Helpers are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs.

How to Get Along with Me

Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific.
Share fun times with me.
Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours.
Let me know that I am important and special to you.
Be gentle if you decide to criticize me.

In Intimate Relationships

Reassure me that I am intersting to you.
Reassure me often that you love me.
Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me.

What I Like About Being a Two

being able to relate easily to people and to make friends
knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better
being generous, caring, and warm
being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings
being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor

What's Hard About Being a Two

not being able to say no
having low self-esteem
feeling drained from overdoing for others
not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish
criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should
being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tume in to them
working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings

Twos as Children Often

are very sensitive to disapproval and criticism
try hard to please their parents by being helpful and understanding
are outwardly compliant
are popular or try to be popular with other children
act coy, precocious, or dramatic in order to get attention
are clowns and jokers (the more extroverted Twos), or quiet and shy (the more introverted Twos)

Twos as Parents

are good listeners, love their children unconditionally, and are warm and encouraging (or suffer guilt if they aren't)
are often playful with their children
wonder: "Am I doing it right?" "Am I giving enough?" "Have I caused irreparable damage?"
can become fiercely protective

Renee Baron & Elizabeth Wagele

The Enneagram Made Easy
Discover the 9 Types of People
HarperSanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages

You liked the test? so please RATE it :-)

You are not completely happy with the result?!
You chose CX

Would you rather have chosen:

AX (SEVEN)

BX (NINE)

CY (SIX)

CZ (ONE)

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 0% on ABC

You scored higher than 30% on XYZ

Link: The Quick and Painless ENNEAGRAM Test written by felk on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

tell me what you think!!!

Mon, 13 Feb 2006 22:55:28 GMT

Go here please!!!

OKay god here

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 18:52:47 GMT

You are a
Social Liberal
(80% permissive)

and an...
Economic Liberal
(8% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Socialist

Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Make it matter.

Wed, 09 Nov 2005 16:48:32 GMT

"You can't leave footprints in the sands of time

sitting on your butt,

and who want's to leave buttprints

in the sands of time?"

-Anonymous

*LAUGH**

Mon, 31 Oct 2005 20:48:14 GMT

You know what that ghost goat makes me think of?

*special music***

SPACE GOAT FROM COAST TO COAST!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Wed, 10 Aug 2005 23:40:29 GMT

I'm really bored right now. woot! I have to work tomorrow and I really don't want to go back... Karma (a.k.a. what goes around comes around) is out to get me. I met a couple of really cool guys a few weeks back... and now I'm forced to communicate... let's say...creeps.

*shivers*

Ah well. I had a blast with Kari and Julie (I miss the rest of you, sorry I couldn't come over to Nicole's the other night. IT WAS NOT MY CHOICE!). Even so, the three of us had fun. And I want to get together with everyone before school starts. *screams and rips out hair*

Gimme a call. ;-)

AHHHHHHH!

Fri, 05 Aug 2005 16:58:48 GMT

So, yesterday my dad and I went to visit Beloit College. It is because of this place that I exist (same for my siblings) and while neither my father nor I expected me to attend this college, we thought we'd get our feet wet with touring colleges. I LOVE THE CAMPUS AND ATMOSPHERE, but, sadly, it doesn't have the music program I'm looking for. So, if I could find a college like that WITH MUSIC that would be wonderful.

So, we mosied home and later I told Mother of our little escapade. She said, "Well, I don't know that you want to be a musician." Dumbfounded I inquire as to how she drew this conclusion. "Musicians do tend to fit that snobbish, druggy, disorganized steriotype, and I don't know that you'll like the other musicians."

I admit this particular comment got me very defensive, but that's beside the point. And afterwards, I couldn't help thinking about my future. What if I don't like my fellow musicians? I know I want music to be a big part of my life, but what if the people scare me away from it? This led me through lots of other 'what-ifs' but the one that's been sticking close to the front of my mind is, "What if I don't find Mr. Right ever?" *but Wait there's more* "And... if I never find him, what if I never have kids?"

This is what's bogging down on my brain the most... basically, the main theme of this is, "What if my hopes and dreams never come true?"

Normally I would wrap this up with some lovely nugget of joy... not to say I'm not happy... I am MUY BIEN! But... I don't have anything "happy" in response to this, because I don't know what's going to happen. And I guess the best I can do is do my best and hope everything turns out for the best.

*sigh*

Wed, 03 Aug 2005 18:54:33 GMT

Por las personas quién no sabe, yo trabajo a una librería. Yo encuentro muchas personas interesante. Dije accidentalmente una palabra mala a mi director. Dije 'trueno-cunt.' (Yo espero ese está correcto.) Afortunadamente, él no comprendó que yo dije.

Hay un chico muy musculoso y guapo quién trabaja en Barnes y Noble. Él tiene dieciocho años. ... :-)

Si todo sigue bien, es possible yo tengo un novio nuevo.

*risita tonta*

Los Cisnes Seis (the six swans)

Wed, 03 Aug 2005 01:50:49 GMT

¡Hola!

¿Cómo están ustedes? Estoy muy bien. Lo siento por la lingua, pero yo necesito un piso escribir español.

Eráse una vez, fue un rey quién cazaba en una selva grande, y él empezaba perseguir un ciervo con mucho intensidad. Cuándo el día se hacía noche, él terminaba, miraba alrededor, y realizaba él estuvo perdido.Él buscaba por un camino de el exterior de la selva.

woo! that's enough translating for today... tune in next time for part 2. (if you can make any corrections to the above ^ spanish please do. :-)

Wed, 03 Aug 2005 00:01:31 GMT

¡Hola amigos!

¿Cómo están ustedes? Lo siento por la lingua pero yo necesito un piso escribir en español.

Dedicated to those who have ever had a broken heart

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 14:51:32 GMT

The saddest part of a broken heart

Isn't the ending so much as the start

The tragedy starts from the very first spark

Losing your mind for the sake of your heart

-Feist "Let it die

In Response to Teague's Entry about Middle School

Wed, 27 Jul 2005 21:05:19 GMT

When I was reading Teague's entry, it, as it undoubtably did for most everyone who read it, made me stroll down memory lane myself. I will briefly try to describe my experiences in middle school. Middle School was the worst time of my life.

I love DeForest. Well, no I don't. I love the people I know in DeForest. Is that fair? But I didn't when we first moved here. Looking back at pictures, I wouldn't have wanted to be my friend back then, either. Now I try to embrace everyone, but in middle school when all you care about is what other people think, you try to stick close to what everyone will approve of. Back in Peotone, I truly didn't care what anyone thought. I was 12 years old and could care less what people were saying about me.

And then I moved here. I was suddenly dropped into Middle School, where everyone had already formed cliques and weren't willing to make room for "fags" (a.k.a. new kids) as I was called on more than one occasion by complete strangers.

Funny how life makes circles, huh? I started off a bit too confident and was thrown for a loop when I wasn't accepted for who I was. And now, after my first love, freshmen year, more fights with friends than I care to count, I'm back to being someone I like being. Hell, someone I love being. In middle school I didn't like myself all that much, but I HATED the people who I felt put me down all the time. And now, I don't care. I know what I want in my life and will not let anyone or anything stop me. (That's something I never would have known/done in high school) And I guess, I have my experiences (even in middle school) to thank for that. If I hadn't been picked on or self-conscious, then I never would have been challenged. Meaning, I never would have overcome people challenging who I am.

Challenge my personality all you want, now. I will win every time.

Thank you, Teague for the inspiration to write this down.

Sat, 23 Jul 2005 22:52:59 GMT

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.

"Why did I do it?" -Sarah Dunant THE BIRTH OF VENUS