It's kind of hilarious. Whenever I might start to forget, God reminds me over and over again of his goodness and faithfulness and steadfastness.



I'm in awe. And also going to do my prelab.

...mind lending me your spare set? I can pay you in hot cocoa and barnes and noble giftcards.

 It's interesting, how a family develops an association and a loyalty to a product.

I've always known Icy Hot existed--after all, you see ads about it all the time, and it is bright and obvious on drugstore shelves. But my house has always, always had Bengay. My Aunt Donna, my mother's sister, grabs a Bengay from her cabinet to give neck/backrubs. My Aunt Joy and my Uncle John, my mother's sister and brother, in Papua New Guinea and Some Wartorn African Region (it changes nearly weekly) respectively, complain less about their lack of usual amenities and more about the fact that if their muscles ache they can't find any Bengay.

I am thinking about this because my legs are burning pepperminty fierce and the smell is all over my hands, and it feels quite at home. My grandpa even wrote a jingle about it, I think he meant to mail it in before he died but he never did. I've caught myself humming it quite a few times.

Hey, Bengay, can you help me today?
I've got a pain and it won't go away.
The doctor reccomended me to you...
So hey, Bengay, won't you help me?


Nostalgia? Is weird.
 I cannot express in words how amazing my dad is. For MANY REASONS because I cannot express because to convey thoughts I need words and I cannot express it in words!

But an example, to show you a small slice of his awesomeness:

It is 40 degrees out and I have no heat and only three long sleeve shirts.

My dad just showed up with a big bag full of all of my long sleeve shirts and sweaters from home.

<3 <3 <3
[00:22] Hallia: WE CAN'T BE FRIENDS ANYMORE IF YOU'RE GOING TO EAT ME, TL
[00:22] Me: BUT HALLIA I ALREADY PLANNED MY LUNCHEON TOMORROW ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO MAKE ME CHANGE THE MENU?
[00:23] Hallia: ...YES
[00:23] Hallia: I HAVE TO
[00:23] Hallia: UM
[00:23] Hallia: CATCH A PLACE
[00:23] Hallia: *PLANE
[00:23] Hallia: TO...ANTARTICA
[00:23] Hallia: YES
[00:23] Me: OH NOES
[00:23] Me: I GUESS I WILL JUST HAVE TO SERVE MY ROOMMATE THEN
[00:24] Hallia: EXCELLENT CHOICE
[00:24] Hallia: FAR MORE TENDER THEN ME
[00:25] Hallia: GOES WELL WITH WHITE WINE SAUCE
[00:25] Me: THIS IS TRUE.
[00:25] Me: ....I AM CRACKING UP AND TRYING NOT TO WAKE UP MY POOR ROOMMATE
[00:25] Me: WHO WOULD BE LIKE BLRRR WHAT IS FUNNY
[00:26] Me: AND I WOULD SAY, I AM JUST PLANNING YOUR DEATH AND SERVING YOU WITH WINE SAUCE BECAUSE I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL
[00:26] Me: AND SHE WOULD BE LIKE ...WHAT
[00:26] Me: AND I FEEL THIS WOULD BE AWKWARD
[00:27] Hallia: ...JUST A LITTLE
[00:27] Hallia: I RECOMMEND HIDING THE WINE SAUCE UNTIL THE APPROPRIATE MOMENT
[00:27] Me: YOU ARE WISE
[00:27] Hallia: ALTHOUGH SHE MIGHT NOTICE IF YOU START OFFERING HER HATS MADE OF PARSELY AND SAGE
[00:28] Hallia: SWITCH HER SHAMPOO WITH A NICE MARINADE?
[00:28] Me: NO SHE WOULD THINK THEY ARE VERY FASHIONABLE
[00:28] Me: OH GOOD PLAN
[00:28] Hallia: EXCELLENT. YOU CAN SUBTLY BEGIN THE COOKING PROCESS
[00:28] Hallia: GIVE HER BODY BUTTER MADE OF BUTTER
[00:29] Me: THEY ALREADY SELL THAT DON'T THEY
[00:31] Hallia: I THINK SO
[00:31] Hallia: OH OH. AND JUST A TOUCH OF ROSEMARY TUCKED INTO THEIR CLOTHING
[00:31] Hallia: THEN, AT THE RIGHT MOMENT
[00:31] Hallia: ...YOU STRIKE
[00:31] Me: ....
[00:32] Me: .....
[00:32] Me: ...
[00:32] Me: LIKE A VIPER?
[00:32] Me: OR A RATTLE SNAKE? THESE ARE IMPORTANT DISTINCTIONS
[00:32] Hallia: MAYBE A PYTHON?
[00:32] Hallia: THE POISION MIGHT MAKE YOU SICK, AFTER ALL
[00:32] Me: SQUEEZE HER TO DEATH? THIS IS VERY TRUE
[00:33] Me: AND SOME OF MY GUESTS MIGHT BE ALLERGIC

 

Icon spree!

Jan. 6th, 2008 08:36 pm
I was bored. Ergo, Ellen Page icons.

X-Men 

x-menborntodie.png picture by TLvop weeKittyandPiotrmakemegiggle.png picture by TLvop cuteonafirstdate.png picture by TLvop

The rest )


Hard Candy

lookattheworldhowgoldenandbeautiful.png picture by TLvop borednow.png picture by TLvop ghoststormenteachotherhere.png picture by TLvop

The rest )

Going for Broke (v. few)

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The rest )

All done in MS Paint, with screencaps from http://ellenpage.org/ . Please credit [profile] dictator_duck if'n y'use!
Hey guys, this is just a general blanket apology to my friends list to say that I'm sorry for being such a sucky friend recently. A lot of you are having way stressful times compared to my mildly stressful semester and I have totally just been flailing at you all without taking a reality check for myself.

So. Um. *hugs you all* Visit Arizona and I will bake you cookies, and as it is I will try to tone down the complaining etc. Really, tell me when I am whining? And everything will turn out great for you all. I know this because of my learnings.

*hugs*

Guys, guys, guys. Guys. Um. Guys! I have something to sa, I do, but I am full of sleepy.

OH YES.

Carrying forty pound bags on your back for two miles (okay, so, straight distance is not two miles but I went back and forth a lot so in all think it adds up to. Is about three-quarters each way for straight distance) for over four hours because your stupid university is having a stupid homecoming parade and there are no buses because PARADE is a bad idea.

But it is a TOTALLY GOOD IDEA to have a million and two friends who see you on your way back to your dorms and commisserate and pat you on the head, and talk to you and an EVEN BETTER IDEA to have a dad who will brave the horrifying nature of it to bring you home.

Because while your mother would make you walk another two miles to a bustop outside of the mess despite giving out within a half mile herself, your dad who could actually do it thinks a twenty minute ride is worth the integrity of your joints. Yay daddies.

NOW TO BED.

*trundles offwards*

Becca has been forcing me to watch Ouran Host Club, and thus I wrote really short fic. ENABLER.

Ouran Host Club = a crazy anime of crazy. This is set two years before canon, and thus Mori and Honey are sophomores. This is what I use as my excuse for possibly they are not quite characterized properly because they have not fully manipulated themselves into stereotypes or something yet so. YES. *shuts up*

Heroes and Cake ).
Since everyone and their mother is doing this:

Name either a character or a relationship between characters (not necessarily romantic) from canons I know and/or Milliways and I will a.) give my rambling opinion of him/her/it and b.) tell you one thing I really like about him/her/it.

Most of you hear my rambling opinions on a semi-regular basis BUT if you are curious! :D!

ALSO I REPLACED MY FAILED GRADE WITH AN 89% AN I AM SO SO GLEEFUL. God totally, like, rocks. *HAPPY* And you all do TOO
If I Were a Poet
By Donna G. Humphrey


If I were a poet
I would speak my thoughts in language
All sublime and terrible, Perhaps
My words would span my generation:
Children, yet unborn, might strive
To plump their meaning.
But I, I only know of simple things:
Heart-stabbing winter sunsets,
The unexpected thrust of pain
That tells me life is fragile,
That moments such as this
In which the western sky pours glory
On a snowy cornfield are significant.
I speak of ordinary things: of wind-swept fields,
Of bright May mornings when my wash is hung
To dry in breezes sweetened by the apple blossoms
On the tree my father planted.
My thoughts are not profound:
I only speak of simple things.


Note to self: go scavenging for munjournal icons. Your characters have like fifty million, so you could stand a couple more, right?
Thank you to everyone for suggestions-- am going to talk to at least my Accounting and Calculus teachers.

And hopefully not fail any more tests.

<3 you all.
Guys, I don't mean to make a fuss, but I don't think I can handle this semester.

Um.

Just a forewarning if I breakdown and/or whine at you. Sorry.
Quick update for those who never see me on AIM:

- I have transferred to the state university
- I am eighteen (:O!) as of Aug 9
- I don't quite have a clean bill of health, yet, but my heart problems are "nothing to worry about" per the specialist dude.
- No we still have not figured out the thyroid deal and at this rate I doubt we ever will.
- I am controlling the mind waves of all squirrels in the Americas. Fear the squirrel revolution (it is coming).
- I am totally sane a-yep!

Also, dude, Paint--do you not have internets at college? D: *misses*


(actually, I miss all of you who stopped the internets at college. *glares at Spork*)
I barely remember what it feels like to be actually truly awake. Just realized that today.

It's kind of scary, :/. *hugs someone and kicks thyroid*

...and apparently I'm soon to be a small business owner and lend my accounting services to my dad, his business partner, and eventually my mom when she finishes setting up her business thing.

Dad just asked me what I want them to pay me per hour and I went "...not minimum wage?" *giggling* Oh, Eru, I'm in over my head.

Saw OotP at the midnight showing on Tuesday/Wednesday and it ROCKED, much to my surprise. The book--while still better than many out in the world--is my least favorite of the series because the storyline is seriously undermined by horrifically clunky writing and too many bit parts. The movie streamlined the majority of the book which made it more interesting to watch (though the cuts may horrify some purists), and there were only two scenes cut that I actually wanted to see though in the long run even those cuts make sense theatrically speaking. The rest of the decisions to eliminate extraneous characters, and reshuffle some scenes/meld them together made for an interesting, fast paced movie that is the first HP film I actually want to see again.

And there is cute stuff that makes me squee. But, uh, this is DETERMINEDLY spoiler free, so ping me if you want to hear me babble. :D.

*and shoos friends to go see ASAP*

ElsinoreQueen (5:29:36 PM): Hey, TL, I'm bored. Let's turn Cora and Hannah into giraffes and have them take over Belgium
ElsinoreQueen (5:29:48 PM): No, wait. BABY giraffes
TLvop (5:30:09 PM): :D!!!!
TLvop (5:30:13 PM): They could be polka-dotted!
TLvop (5:30:41 PM): *having trouble drinking soda because giggling*
ElsinoreQueen (5:30:47 PM): Cora could be polka dotted. Hannah would be the first ever argyle giraffe
TLvop (5:30:53 PM): Pink argyle, of course
TLvop (5:30:54 PM): *wise*
ElsinoreQueen (5:30:58 PM): Of course
ElsinoreQueen (5:31:20 PM): And then they will adopt an improbable pet
TLvop (5:31:31 PM): A wallaby?
TLvop (5:31:41 PM): And learn magics!
ElsinoreQueen (5:32:16 PM): No, they'll just figure out how to use the magics they've always had
TLvop (5:32:30 PM): Oh, yes. Of course.
TLvop (5:32:34 PM): (will there be wings?)
ElsinoreQueen (5:32:38 PM): YES
TLvop (5:32:40 PM): :D!!!
ElsinoreQueen (5:32:53 PM): Butterfly-winged, pink and green giraffes
TLvop (5:32:58 PM): *giggles a lot*
ElsinoreQueen (5:33:04 PM): In Belgium
ElsinoreQueen (5:33:08 PM): Doing magic
TLvop (5:33:09 PM): With a wallaby!
ElsinoreQueen (5:33:28 PM): A wallaby who sings showtunes and only eats marshmallows
It's people like you who destroy the little social confidence I have.

Thanks.

I know I act a little goofy/clueless, sometimes, but on serious subjects please don't treat me like I'm an idiot. And sometimes, you know what? A joke is a joke, even if it happens to conflict with reality.

Startling, I know.

(P.S. I know I haven't updated in months and months, but seriously my life is not interesting. Sorry for the whining)

ETA: Also, seriously, don't act like I need to know every past interaction you've had with everyone, especially if we know each other from a social setting like a classroom. Because seriously, I probably don't even know who your archnemesis!!! is. And maybe I, horror beyond all horrors, actually think she's kind of likeable. It's not a personal offense towards you.
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