It is proven by NASA's Phoenix Lander. So what does this mean... ice on a place like Mars. Could we live there? Is it a possibility? So with water on Mars it's only steps away from having someone there to drink it. Though terraforming planets, or making planets livable on a mass scale by humans is not really a possibility considering the great cost of the operation, it is still a theory in many science fiction films and books.
And I've always wanted to live in a dome, haven't you?
Actually I feel like I'm in a bubble, sometimes, living capsulated in my room with none but my computer to befriend me. From here to the kitchen and back the only trek I'm taking. But today, I got out of the house and took a walk to the local grocery store, about two blocks. I felt fat. I'm sort of a chubby person and have to deal with that. But I also sweated the same sort of water that was found on Mars, and it felt good.
So either, going to Mars to find water, or getting out of the house to not drown in the doldrums of life, both trips are essential to mankind.
Sayonara
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
And Their Bombs, and Their Guns
Today's title is thanks to Bjork. I hate her music.
So there is still such a thing as a suicide bombers. Americans think that if they can make fun of something it's not real, not as tangible as death is.
But over in Iraq, Bagdad and Kirkuk, to be exact, there were 4 female suicide bombers who attacked Kurdish protesters. We take for granted our right to free speech, by forgoing the need to speak freely, but over in other countries, there are women who take the right to live for granted.
That's right, 61 people dead. That means people who loved life, who were willing to fight for their liberty...cut off.
That is why we should value our freedoms to have a peaceful assembly, and to have the pursuit of life, liberty, and happiness. We Americans think we have it good and we do...with the ability to breath another day and to believe that life is for worth fighting.
It makes my small petty problems seem so little...that I want to give out knitting lessons, and while Mrs. Bezzina would like them at 7, my mom says she'll drive me as early as nine. In a way, I'm proud of my mom for sticking up for herself...in other news, it's a problem for me to explain why I can't do the lessons at the time I said was fine.
Either way we are in a governmental (or familial) relationship which is turmoil. While I'm struggling to become an independent person, Iraq is struggling with the birthing pains of a new government. May we both succeed.
Megan Out
So there is still such a thing as a suicide bombers. Americans think that if they can make fun of something it's not real, not as tangible as death is.
But over in Iraq, Bagdad and Kirkuk, to be exact, there were 4 female suicide bombers who attacked Kurdish protesters. We take for granted our right to free speech, by forgoing the need to speak freely, but over in other countries, there are women who take the right to live for granted.
That's right, 61 people dead. That means people who loved life, who were willing to fight for their liberty...cut off.
That is why we should value our freedoms to have a peaceful assembly, and to have the pursuit of life, liberty, and happiness. We Americans think we have it good and we do...with the ability to breath another day and to believe that life is for worth fighting.
It makes my small petty problems seem so little...that I want to give out knitting lessons, and while Mrs. Bezzina would like them at 7, my mom says she'll drive me as early as nine. In a way, I'm proud of my mom for sticking up for herself...in other news, it's a problem for me to explain why I can't do the lessons at the time I said was fine.
Either way we are in a governmental (or familial) relationship which is turmoil. While I'm struggling to become an independent person, Iraq is struggling with the birthing pains of a new government. May we both succeed.
Megan Out
Friday, July 25, 2008
So I'm into writing screenplays
The next new thing in my life. I know, I know, I'm better than everyone else because I can imagine writing screenplays. I swear, I'm just like the rest of you with fears and everything. I just know that have so much love from my awesome family that I can do this.
When freelance writing, you really don't know where your next gig is coming from. Freelance writing is really an art, and you must be at your most artful when writing that cover letter. But eventually, you get pared down to a certain genre: copywriting, blogging, editing...the possibilities are nearly endless. And I would like to write screenplays. So that's the next big thing going on with me.
I know, I'm fascinating, but enough talk about me, what's going on in the world?
An Arizona campus got struck with a shooter, which hit three students. He wasn't one of those manics who try to shoot as many people as they can, but started with an argument which spiraled out of control. Just goes to say, they say, guns don't kill people, people kill people. In the words of Eddie Izzard, "I think the guns help."
More later
From alleged
Grammar Queen
Fiesty Screenwriter
When freelance writing, you really don't know where your next gig is coming from. Freelance writing is really an art, and you must be at your most artful when writing that cover letter. But eventually, you get pared down to a certain genre: copywriting, blogging, editing...the possibilities are nearly endless. And I would like to write screenplays. So that's the next big thing going on with me.
I know, I'm fascinating, but enough talk about me, what's going on in the world?
An Arizona campus got struck with a shooter, which hit three students. He wasn't one of those manics who try to shoot as many people as they can, but started with an argument which spiraled out of control. Just goes to say, they say, guns don't kill people, people kill people. In the words of Eddie Izzard, "I think the guns help."
More later
From alleged
Grammar Queen
Fiesty Screenwriter
Monday, July 21, 2008
Fat and Nobody Cares
I'm overweight and no one cares. I keep trying to tell my mom and she keeps on ignoring me. Scoring a 26 where 25 and up is overweight, I find my self wondering if it's the medication I'm taking that I know causes weight gain or my lack of exercise. In 2003 and 2004, it (it being a graph or a map or something) showed that 66% of the US population is overweight. I'm just joining the crowd. Does any one have any suggestions of fun things I could do to lose weight?
I want to run, but my lung capacity is so small. I fall into a walk so soon after beginning a run. I'd like to join some sort of club. Well, I'll get to exercise more in the fall, having access to the Maverick Gym.
Good news, I'm taking two classes instead of one: Physics and a Literary Criticism course. The two classes will allow me to get more financial aid and get the loan which is supposed to save my life.
I want to run, but my lung capacity is so small. I fall into a walk so soon after beginning a run. I'd like to join some sort of club. Well, I'll get to exercise more in the fall, having access to the Maverick Gym.
Good news, I'm taking two classes instead of one: Physics and a Literary Criticism course. The two classes will allow me to get more financial aid and get the loan which is supposed to save my life.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Yeauck, My Life.
So sick and tired. Sick and tired of being on the computer, not interacting with people, just so alone.
Then I think, well, I could get a boyfriend. The best Craigslist has to offer. But I'd be disappointing people right and left. And it's painful to get in a relationship. The less I'm around people the more idealistic about it I become. And I forget the pain. I forget the agony of defeat. That a woman is less beautiful close up. That once you know one woman you know them all.
That sort of thinking.
I'm quiet and I don't understand the social niceties required in social arenas. I spend my days, as today on the computer.
I best be getting a job first. Except for this semester when I do what I shouldn't do and spend my loan money on a scooter and maybe a new floor. If I even have loan money at all. They might not have loan money for people only taking one class. We'll see tomorrow.
Then I think, well, I could get a boyfriend. The best Craigslist has to offer. But I'd be disappointing people right and left. And it's painful to get in a relationship. The less I'm around people the more idealistic about it I become. And I forget the pain. I forget the agony of defeat. That a woman is less beautiful close up. That once you know one woman you know them all.
That sort of thinking.
I'm quiet and I don't understand the social niceties required in social arenas. I spend my days, as today on the computer.
I best be getting a job first. Except for this semester when I do what I shouldn't do and spend my loan money on a scooter and maybe a new floor. If I even have loan money at all. They might not have loan money for people only taking one class. We'll see tomorrow.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The Hair
So I cut my hair and my brother doesn't give a damn. Well that's kind of like him. John doesn't give a damn. Which is cool. I guess I'm trying to be the interesting and nice big sister again. Like I have a choice. He pretty much asserts his lone ranger status. There is no stupid sidekick, because I refuse to be stupid.
But back to the hair. It has the potentiality to look like Maureen on the Brady bunch, and for those out of the loop, that's the maid. But that is just the potentiality. My hair also has the potentiality to look cute. So it looks cute when I put stuff in it and kind of fluff in in different directions and let it curl, and put a part in half way. Lovely. But I really wanted my hair cut short from my first year in college. I kept talking about how I wanted to shave it all off, and how hot it was. Then I saw Briteny Spears and I realized that wasn't so good. But I still wanted it short.
I walked in and the only available hairdresser was a black lady. Can she do my hair? What will it turn out like... all these questions were running through my head. She introduced herself as Tona and we spent hours in that chair. At least three hours. First she chopped off a little, and then she chopped off a little more. She used the razor, as I suggested, just as a method of thinning. Seriously, I thought, this lady doesn't have a clue. She finished one cut and when I asked her about the razor just as a thinning mechanism she started randomly chopping my hair with the scissors!!!! I was pretty freaked out by that point. I am going to have a good haircut or else. So eventually she brought out the electric clippers and cut the hair in the back of my head short and around my ears. Britney Spears, I'm going to look like Britney Spears, I kept thinking.
So somehow we came to a haircut I sort of like. Except when my family is looking at it. For some reason, I put them in a different category of people that they are supposed to automatically like my hair. I expect that they say they like it because they love me. Pictures are coming forthwith.
Goal of the day: Stop picking at my face. (Better than the nose!)
Go with grace
Peace to all
Hair victim
But back to the hair. It has the potentiality to look like Maureen on the Brady bunch, and for those out of the loop, that's the maid. But that is just the potentiality. My hair also has the potentiality to look cute. So it looks cute when I put stuff in it and kind of fluff in in different directions and let it curl, and put a part in half way. Lovely. But I really wanted my hair cut short from my first year in college. I kept talking about how I wanted to shave it all off, and how hot it was. Then I saw Briteny Spears and I realized that wasn't so good. But I still wanted it short.
I walked in and the only available hairdresser was a black lady. Can she do my hair? What will it turn out like... all these questions were running through my head. She introduced herself as Tona and we spent hours in that chair. At least three hours. First she chopped off a little, and then she chopped off a little more. She used the razor, as I suggested, just as a method of thinning. Seriously, I thought, this lady doesn't have a clue. She finished one cut and when I asked her about the razor just as a thinning mechanism she started randomly chopping my hair with the scissors!!!! I was pretty freaked out by that point. I am going to have a good haircut or else. So eventually she brought out the electric clippers and cut the hair in the back of my head short and around my ears. Britney Spears, I'm going to look like Britney Spears, I kept thinking.
So somehow we came to a haircut I sort of like. Except when my family is looking at it. For some reason, I put them in a different category of people that they are supposed to automatically like my hair. I expect that they say they like it because they love me. Pictures are coming forthwith.
Goal of the day: Stop picking at my face. (Better than the nose!)
Go with grace
Peace to all
Hair victim
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Scooter Mania!
So. I finally talked to mom about what I'm going to do next semester. It seems that TCC is out of the question because it's too far to drive. I've already accepted the 5,500 loan for UTA, subsidized. I will get a scooter. And take a class next semester. Woot woot.
Just the future, where I have to pay student loans every month for two and a half years at 200 a month or for four years and seven months at 100 dollars a month does not appeal to me. However, a new Vespa for which I can ride around and therefore get a better job does. Insurance, gas, tune-ups, and scooter classes. I'm afraid I'm just fixed on the idea of independence, without considering the cost.
So Meara, you were right. I am going to be one of those goofy people who ride a little scooter. I should go live in London or something.
Just the future, where I have to pay student loans every month for two and a half years at 200 a month or for four years and seven months at 100 dollars a month does not appeal to me. However, a new Vespa for which I can ride around and therefore get a better job does. Insurance, gas, tune-ups, and scooter classes. I'm afraid I'm just fixed on the idea of independence, without considering the cost.
So Meara, you were right. I am going to be one of those goofy people who ride a little scooter. I should go live in London or something.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
How long will I still desire you?
Sometimes life is frustrating to the nines. Like if you miss just one person because you went through what you felt was emotional boot camp with them. Yeah, that's right, Bryan. Feeling like no-one understands you so perfectly as them.
Well, they do say absence makes the heart grow fonder. What about moving on?
What about not having a close relationship with your family? I don't call passing someone in the hallway and saying "yeah, you have to take me somewhere today," a close relationship. Not to burst anyone's bubble.
But a close relationship which is free of the intent or possibility of harm and can share hopes and dreams in. Sorry for ending with a preposition. But the idea of a potential real relationship is still there.
On the upside (maybe) I'm cutting my hair... really short. I'm scared. But as I hate my hair as it is, any change is good.
Weird thing: Maybe other people do this, but while I'm walking to and from the kitchen, I bump myself against the walls. Sub-conscious self-harm technique? You decide.
More on how weird I am,
Next session of...
Nominal Psychosis
With Megan
Well, they do say absence makes the heart grow fonder. What about moving on?
What about not having a close relationship with your family? I don't call passing someone in the hallway and saying "yeah, you have to take me somewhere today," a close relationship. Not to burst anyone's bubble.
But a close relationship which is free of the intent or possibility of harm and can share hopes and dreams in. Sorry for ending with a preposition. But the idea of a potential real relationship is still there.
On the upside (maybe) I'm cutting my hair... really short. I'm scared. But as I hate my hair as it is, any change is good.
Weird thing: Maybe other people do this, but while I'm walking to and from the kitchen, I bump myself against the walls. Sub-conscious self-harm technique? You decide.
More on how weird I am,
Next session of...
Nominal Psychosis
With Megan
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Today I finished a scholarship essay. I don't know if it will win, but just "putting it in the mail" gives me a thrill.
Haven't figured out how to get titles for my blogs on "Day by Day," but who needs titles anyway. We have to label everything, like canned goods, for goodness sakes just take the day as it is.
Applied to several jobs and still no reply yet. I'm considering follow-up emails to keep things interesting and to connect with those yet to be bosses. It's like a bad detective movie, when you look for jobs. Following up all these dead-end leads. But I'm sure something will turn up on my job search. Somewhere local and conveniently located. There has to be the "perfect job."
Hee hee. Chuck E. Cheese is hiring entry level managers. I'm thinking of applying. Super nervous about that though.
Haven't figured out how to get titles for my blogs on "Day by Day," but who needs titles anyway. We have to label everything, like canned goods, for goodness sakes just take the day as it is.
Applied to several jobs and still no reply yet. I'm considering follow-up emails to keep things interesting and to connect with those yet to be bosses. It's like a bad detective movie, when you look for jobs. Following up all these dead-end leads. But I'm sure something will turn up on my job search. Somewhere local and conveniently located. There has to be the "perfect job."
Hee hee. Chuck E. Cheese is hiring entry level managers. I'm thinking of applying. Super nervous about that though.
Monday, July 14, 2008
President Bush lifted a ban on offshore oil drilling today. There won't be any action on it though,because Congress has a ban on the practice, which would have to be lifted first. Not to mention the instant ramifications on the environment which would have to be considered before drilling.
Just goes to show that we'll have to find another source of energy soon, oil not being an renewable resource. We can't create oil in a lab, it being impossible to create the conditions used to create oil. The most feasible option is ethanol, made out of corn.
Besides that I'm alright. I feel like I haven't found my "platform" today. My stable ground from which I do things.
I want to get my hair cut. Short. I've wanted this since my sister got her hair cut short in the third grade. I'm really nervous. Maybe I should wait to make an appointment until another day.
Just goes to show that we'll have to find another source of energy soon, oil not being an renewable resource. We can't create oil in a lab, it being impossible to create the conditions used to create oil. The most feasible option is ethanol, made out of corn.
Besides that I'm alright. I feel like I haven't found my "platform" today. My stable ground from which I do things.
I want to get my hair cut. Short. I've wanted this since my sister got her hair cut short in the third grade. I'm really nervous. Maybe I should wait to make an appointment until another day.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Watched Catacombs tonight. I was scared and it was nice to enjoy getting caught up in a movie. Makes me wonder about all the numb people who are so numb to everything else that they have to go see gore to get an emotion. Hah, I'm not like that. I just clicked on it randomly and got a little jack to my heart beat. The twist at the end wasn't bad either.
Anyway, I'm thinking of starting a Saturday cookie baking streak. Cookies are a great way to show you care, and there always seems to be a dearth of them. Though right now we have those fake fig newtons. So yeah, wish me luck.
I keep skirting around the emails that were sent to me by three people answering my ad from Craigslist.com. Here's my doubts: can I knit really? I mean every project I take out five or six times before continuing to the end. I have trouble reading patterns. And I use Emily...to knit.
What the hell does that last sentence mean? I'll explain later.
Anyway, I'm thinking of starting a Saturday cookie baking streak. Cookies are a great way to show you care, and there always seems to be a dearth of them. Though right now we have those fake fig newtons. So yeah, wish me luck.
I keep skirting around the emails that were sent to me by three people answering my ad from Craigslist.com. Here's my doubts: can I knit really? I mean every project I take out five or six times before continuing to the end. I have trouble reading patterns. And I use Emily...to knit.
What the hell does that last sentence mean? I'll explain later.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
The process group is finished. That would have to do with my last stay at a hospital. 5 times to the hospital, 6 suicide attempts, I am much changed from my 2003 self. A boyfriend and a half later. I'm back at the mom's house struggling financially and mentally.
Money is still tight and I quit my job at Kroger: it was a crappy minimum wage job, anyhow. And Mr. Ruckle, the manager barked orders at me like we were in the military. Disturbing.
I sort of failed the Walmart's Are-you-sane-enough-to-work-for-us-quiz. So my only hope is Subway, or the YMCA. I have to work at a place which is close enough to home.
Other than that things are looking up. I have two queries from people who would like lessons in knitting.
I have no relationships with people for some reason. My family I barely have a relationship with. Don't go to church anymore, don't really believe in God, except for sometimes in which I do. Don't ask me to explain that.
What to expect from this blog---well, it'll mostly be what I wish I could discuss with my family or friends, but can't.
Other than that, I've been watching a lot of cartoon network: Chowder. I want his hat.
Money is still tight and I quit my job at Kroger: it was a crappy minimum wage job, anyhow. And Mr. Ruckle, the manager barked orders at me like we were in the military. Disturbing.
I sort of failed the Walmart's Are-you-sane-enough-to-work-for-us-quiz. So my only hope is Subway, or the YMCA. I have to work at a place which is close enough to home.
Other than that things are looking up. I have two queries from people who would like lessons in knitting.
I have no relationships with people for some reason. My family I barely have a relationship with. Don't go to church anymore, don't really believe in God, except for sometimes in which I do. Don't ask me to explain that.
What to expect from this blog---well, it'll mostly be what I wish I could discuss with my family or friends, but can't.
Other than that, I've been watching a lot of cartoon network: Chowder. I want his hat.
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