Inside Me
My ingenious plan to complete everything I need to complete for the end of the year by next wednesday:
Friday-Saturday 4 p.m.
Confirmation retreat
Saturday4-5 p.m. drive home
5 p.m.-3 a.m.
email for site info project. Philosophy of leisure paper, poster, and poster presentation. MONDAY NIGHTS CLASS WILL BE DONESunday10:30-11:30 a.m.
Church11:30 a.m.-1 p.m.
rainy hike-bring waterproof camera1 p.m.-2 p.m.
get film developed
2 p.m.-3 a.m.
scan pics, create powerpoint about personal challenge, write reflection paper on personal challenge, fix/update budget, write exam essay. Take care of resume, etc. to turn into Eric by Monday TUESDAY NIGHTS CLASS WILL BE DONEMonday10 a.m.-6:00 p.m. Work. Focus on looking over that document, on finishing songs, and planning for summer.
7:00-9:30 p.m. Class.
Give powerpoint presentation.9:30-10:30 drive
10:30-3 a.m.
Finish Wednesday's statistics paper. Get feedback from site director thing for thursday's class. Begin work on Thursday's paper if time.Tuesday10 a.m.-6 p.m. work
7:00-9:30
Turn in grad evaluation form in class.
Present on personal challenge project.
10:30-all night if need be.
Complete thursday's paper (Semester project-interview and paper). Also
comment on other people's basecamp projects,
update budget and supporting documents, and do the professional development assignment (research 3 articles?) THURSDAY"S CLASS WILL BE DONE!Wednesday: 10 a.m.-6 p.m. Work
7 p.m.-9:30 p.m. Class
RELAX!
Things that may be left to do:
combine framework project for adventure ed?
Wednesday night's exam WEDNESDAY"S CLASS WILL BE DONE
Have you ever thought about all the modern conveniences we completely take for granted? Today as I was getting out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and thought to myself, "man, I underappreciate towels." I mean, I don't consider myself rich, yet I have a closet FULL of fuzzy things devoted to the express purpose of absorbing water off my naked body. I started wondering what people used in the "olden days" for towels. Did they have towels or blankets devoted exclusively to the drying of their nekked bits? Did they dry off with blankets that they also used for other things, like sleeping? Did they crawl straight from the river into their clothes and just remain damp for awhile? Or did they streak naked for awhile until the sun dried their flesh naturally?
I think the last option sounds like the most fun, at least in the summer.
So. Towels. A miracle of modern convenience? Or an unnecessary indulgence preventing us from the blissful enjoyment of after shower nakedness?
Discuss.
It's pretty bad when I have to have my husband block Xanga, Facebook, livejoural, myspace, youtube, and all other internet sites on which I love to waste time in order to get me to do my homework. Unfortunately, he neglected to block blogger. Am I an addict or what?
Every once in awhile, I happen upon this blog and feel a little sorry for it. It's funny that I don't write here, really, because I know a ton of real life people who use this site and most of my "friends" on other blog sites are random interneterz. I used to have more friends on those sites, and then one by one they have stopped blogging for various reasons, those reasons including but not limited to them now having gained something of a "real life."
Still, here I sit, internet stalker extraordinaire, purusing stacks of stale days-old blogs in effort to find something worthy of my comments. Lunch, perhaps? To the matter at hand...do I have a "real life"? Debatable. We'll save that question for later. Dessert.
Every once in awhile, I happen upon this blog and feel a little sorry for it. It's funny that I don't write here, really, because I know a ton of real life people who use this site and most of my "friends" on other blog sites are random interneterz. I used to have more friends on those sites, and then one by one they have stopped blogging for various reasons, those reasons including but not limited to them now having gained something of a "real life."
Still, here I sit, internet stalker extraordinaire, purusing stacks of stale days-old blogs in effort to find something worthy of my comments. Lunch, perhaps? To the matter at hand...do I have a "real life"? Debatable. We'll save that question for later. Dessert.
Behold, an artist's rendition of a germ during flu season*:
I created this blog way back in 2003 and posted about 30 times before abandoning it for suprioer blog sites. It's good to see it's still here, in a way, although I did completely forget this user name and password, and had to do some detective work. Maybe I"ll return to blogger (used to know it as blogspot) one day and write a substantial post. Maybe. Probably not.
I thought I'd stick a post up here for old time's sake. Ah, nostalgia. That's all I got. You'll have to check out livejournal if you actually wanna know what's going on in my life. :-p
I'm at live journal now, kids:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/jesusmoshes2/
^^^Click there for my new journal^^^
come on does anyone REALLY want to hear about my life?
I wouldn't if I was you and you was me...or me was you or you was I...
I'm so confused.
today I watched this excellent disney original movie on tv. (ha)
it was about a girl who was really a hologram?
I caught that much.
I laughed though, when someone stuck their hand through her and she said in a monotone voice: 'you're in my liver.'
although it definitely would have been better if they were in her spleen.
but then I guess u got to consider that most disney channel viewers can't define the word 'spleen.'
I mean some of these people probably don't even have ears.
it's amazing they handled 'liver.'
...or did they?
..But in the end the boy stopped being in love with the hologram because she fixed a guitar in the field living inside the real girl's brain, then posessed her body so she could jump through the rain and then flew into the clouds so she could sing backup at the girl's next show.
so it was all good.
one of the better random tv disney movies I'd say.
