Just 5 more minutes...

Lately I have been sleeping very well. Normally, I wake up 3-6 times during the night, which I used to think is normal, but it seems it might not be. Anyways, this past week, I've been waking up only once (or not at all). This has led itself to some interesting dreams (my strange somewhat reoccuring school dreams), which has been fun. This, however, has made it very hard for me to get out of bed in the morning, because I've been so comfortable.

I've spent a lot of the past week reading a webcomic called Order of the Stick, which is kind of a spoof on table top gaming, but has a lot to do with Gemstone. It's very entertaining, but probably only to those who are familiar with those sorts of games, so I won't put the link here because most people wouldn't appreciate it. If you want it, however, let me know and I'll tell you.

The power of girth

I generally spend a lot of my lunch break in my car for various reasons. 1) After spending all morning hearing people talk I want some ‘me’ time. 2) I usually read or nap, which is much easier to do in a car than outside or in a restaurant. 3) I have a clock in my car. Anyways, today I was sitting in my car during lunch with my shoes off listening to some music while I read some of The Once and Future King. I had my feet up on the dashboard mostly because I didn’t want to get my socks dirty, but also because it is comfortable. I guess I stretched a little too much when my right foot was against the windshield, because all of a sudden I heard a *pop*.

“Oh no,” I thought. I can’t have popped my hip out of socket (it occasionally threatens, but thankfully that has never happened). Nothing felt out of place, and I figured I’d be able to feel something (I hear that can be very painful) so I looked elsewhere for the source of the pop. I thought perhaps I had bent in the little arm rest thingy, but that wasn’t the case either. Suddenly I realize that I should move my leg and inspect the windshield. Somehow I managed to break my windshield. Actually, the break is in a pretty cool pattern; it looks like a star.

My poor car has gotten so hurt lately! A couple weeks ago he decided to get a flat tire for no apparent reason (that I could find). When I got home from work he was fine, and the next morning my dad woke up me to tell me my tire was completely flat. Luckily it was a Saturday, but still! So my dad took him in to get it fixed, and it turns out that there’s a ton of other tire/axel work that needs to be done.

But I guess if all I have to deal with is tire problems (and I’ve had more than my fair share of them) and my own strength, then I’m okay with that.

I guess I’m just too girthy for my own good, or rather for the good of my car.

"Do we have a fire extinguisher in here?"

My computer blew up today. Okay, it didn't go *boom*, but it did catch on fire, which made for an interesting day. I was sitting there, minding my own business, when all of a sudden there's smoke coming out from underneath my desk.

"This is strange," I think to myself, "smoke shouldn't usually come out from a desk." So I looked down and saw orange flashy things inside my computer. "Also strange," I think. "Let's see how this plays out."

However, when the orange flashy things became somewhat stronger, I decided some precautionary actions would probably be wise. So I asked for said fire extinguisher, finally convincing my co-workers that there actually was something wrong with my computer (they didn't believe me when I said there were sparks coming out of it).

Turns out something in my computer caught on fire, but luckily, the hard drive didn't get fried, so all my hard work is intact in the temporary computer I have till I get my new one (hopefully) sometime next week.

Vegas, baby!

Anybody want to go to Las Vegas the last weekend in April to watch me play soccer? Okay, you don't have to watch me play soccer if you don't want to, but it would be nice to have a fan for a game.

Multi-tasking

I haven't figured out how to both live and work. I feel like all I do is wake up in the morning, go to work, waste time there, come home, and do nothing all evening. Then I go to sleep early so I can get up in time for work. And that's so lame. There should be more to do in life than what I'm doing now. I need to figure out how to do that.

A weekend of tv shows

I watched more tv this weekend than I think I have in the past two months. And I mean tv shows, not movies on tv. Friday Rob came over "with a surprise" which, as I correctly guessed, was Firefly. For those of you who don't know what Firefly is, I might consider not being your friend anymore. But I'll tell you so I can remain friends with you. It is a sci-fi show created by the guy who made Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and who is one of my favorite creators of shows.

Anyways, this show was only on for a season (what's with us watching one season long shows lately? It only leads to heartbreak), but that's because it was too good for tv. So what did they do? They made a movie, called Serenity, with the characters and story.

So Rob and I watched the first disk (4 episodes) of Firefly (we only watched that much because he only had one disk) while celebrating St. Patrick's Day with pizza and Newcastle.

Having reminded myself that I do like some things on tv, I decided to watch the rest of Clone Wars that I've been sitting on for a while. I'm not sure how many "episodes" I watched, but it was about a 2/3 of the entire thing. Then I decided I'd waited long enough to watch some more of Season 4 of Alias. I watched the whole third disk of that yesterday.

Not to mention also seeing V for Vendetta Saturday afternoon with some of the crew. So it was a good weekend for me to watch tv. But not to seem like a completely lazy person, I did play soccer on Sunday, and scored a couple goals after being unable to do anything in the first half. It was fun, and now I'm planning on going to Vegas with my team to a tournament. That should be fun.

Leprechaun Day

So as I left work today I saw two whole rainbows at the horizon. Granted, one was very faint, and you had to look for it, but the other was very bright. I thought it fitting for today. Another thing fitting for today was that I felt like bombing some people due to how stupid they are. Actually, I felt more like throwing rocks at cars, but exageration is a fun thing.

I'm reminded almost daily how stupid people become when they get in cars, and it's very annoying. Now, I'll admit that there have been times when I've not paid enough attention while driving and done some dumb things, but from the looks of things, most American drivers do stupid things all the time.

It's especially annoying that most have no clue how to drive in the rain. They either go faster than is safe, or go slower than is safe. Let's talk about Aristotle's Golden Mean.

In happier news, it's finally the weekend after a very long and boring week. Yay for Saturday and Sunday!

Child of the sun?

Tonight was the BHS choir Spring Concert, or whatever they call it. Chris and I, not being satisfied with the Winter Concert, decided to also grace this concert with our presences. Actually, Chris, having such a big head, had to go because his and Patrick's song was supposed to be performed.

After searching for the church where they were performing (Chris couldn't find it even though he's been there before) we finally arrive just as they were taking their places on stage. It was a fun concert, with, of all things, a ton of Christmas songs. Finally, the song we had come to hear was performed, and although it's a good song (very good, I'd say), I had to fight most of the time not to laugh.

After Chris talked to Mr. Bourgis (is that how you spell his name), we were on our way out, when who should we see but Mrs. Polite and Mrs. Bell (former teachers for those of you who are non-Drillers). Mrs. Polite actually saw me first and said, "Rebecca?" which was surprising to me, because of all the teachers I had in high school, she would be one of the ones I would expect to forget me (although how anybody could forget me I have no idea!). It was fun talking to them, and reminded me that it actually has been a while since I was in high school. Sometimes I still feel like I just got out of BHS, while other days I'm reminded of just how long it's been.

This weekend is shaping up to look pretty busy, but thankfully not as busy as last weekend. My adult soccer league is finally starting up for the year on Sunday, which is exciting. I still don't have pictures from Robert, (due to technical difficulties) but I should get them this weekend, and then you'll learn all about our adventures there.

Do ya feel lucky, punk?

I’m not a big fan of westerns, but there are a few that I really like. One of those few is Hang Em High, a Clint Eastwood movie about a man who is lynched, but survivies. He then becomes Marshall and hunts down the up-standing citizens who did it to him. It’s also a story about how law and justice come to a territory, and the judge who wants it to become a state, with the help of Clint. Clint is torn between hunting down the people who hurt him and helping innocents. He also is torn between letting frontier justice or the law prevail, when both have the same outcome (death by hanging). After that, 12 Angry Men was on, which is another story about law and justice.

Whenever I watch either of these movies, a part of me wants to study law (a small part). Actually, I probably want to study more the philosophy of law and government. Maybe I should just read some Locke and Hobbes. And some Plato for good measure. In other news, we got back from Mammoth without incident, and I should have pictures to put up soon.

And yesterday was Rachel's birthday, so hopefully I'll have some pictures from that, too. Apparently I look like a gansta' in a couple of them. Don't ask me how.

The stuff that dreams are made of...

Every once in a while I will have a dream that influences my actions. Generally, my dreams are hazy, even right when I wake up. I only have a vague impression of what was going on, usually some adventure or other. But now and then I have a dream that I remember vividly when I wake. And even less frequently I'll have a dream that affects my actions during the day. I find it necessary to remind myself that it was a dream, and didn't actually happen. A couple times I've even talked about my dreams as if they actually happened, and halfway through have had to realize that those things didn't really happen.

Well, I had another one of those last night, and it was very interesting.

Anybody else occasionally dream like that?

Millions

It's not exactly the same, but this reminded me of Millions. How do you just say to your friends, "Hey guys, lets go rob a bank for $100 mil?" That's awesome.

These are a few of my least favorite things.

How much better would that song have been with that premise instead of the one it used. "When the dog bites, when the bee stings - I smash them with a hammer!" Okay, don't ask me where that came from.

Since I know you all care about what I think, here's a list of things that have annoyed me lately (in no particular order).

1. Stupid people, especially those behind the wheel of moving vehicles going 40 on the freeway.
2. Condiments ruining my sandwhich. If I wanted a mouth full of mustard, I would have asked for one, thanks.
3. Hypocritical and condescending people.
4. Mornings.

And the things I've liked recently (also in no particular order).

1. The rain.
2. The ocean and creatures found therein.
3. Star Wars book (don't judge till you've read them!)
4. Soren.
5. Late nights with friends (even if they can't be too late because of #4 above).

Okay, I'm done now. Good night.

Whales + ocean + sun = good weekend

Well, I'm back safely from SB and had a pretty good weekend. Unfortunately, my brother Robby had to "study" this weekend, so he didn't come. And being 20, he can't stay home alone, so my mom also didn't go. That left Billy, my dad, and myself to make the trip to SB.

Saturday we went Whale Watching on the Condor Express, which is a pretty awesome boat. I remember going on trips when I was younger and it being loud and somewhat uncomfortable. Well, the skipper has since gotten a very very nice boat to take people out on, and it was great. It probably helped that the day was beautiful and the sea was calm. We saw two Grey Whales that we followed around for a while, and Dalls Porpoises and Bottle-Nosed Dolphins.

Then we went to the Sea Center and played with all the cool things that my dad said I shouldn't play with because they're for kids. I asked him what he thought I was, and he didn't say anything more. Other than that we didn't do much except sit around the house with Scotch waiting for dinner (Yum!) and watching some of the Olympics.

So it was a relaxing weekend, all in all. The only thing that would have been better would have been some wine tasting, but Billy is a loser and didn't want to go, so that'll have to wait until next time.

Hiding

So I haven't posted anything lately because I haven't had anything to post. Every day I've just come home and gone to bed, with the exception of Tuesday when I just stayed home and went to bed.

But this weekend I'm going to SB with my family (for those of you uncool that means Santa Barbara). It should be fun since we're going whale watching on Saturday and I haven't been since probably before Jr. High. I don't know what Sunday will hold, but probably a late breakfast and the beach. All in all, I'm hoping for a good weekend, especially since I'll have Soren to keep me company when I need him.

Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, outside of soccer.

Well I wouldn't really know, but I sure am tired right now. I also can't walk, but that will pass.

I had some soccer games, and it seems like the only thing that my teammates have to talk about with one another is pregnancy and giving birth. I think there are like 5 of us who don't have kids, and we definately feel like a minority. Luckily I just put on my headphones and blissfully listened to Franz on Soren. Yes, I named my iPod Soren. I was going to name him Pascal, but that's Blaise's last name, and really I like the name Soren better. And besides, if I named him Pascal, some people might think I really like math, since it seems that's the only thing Pascal is really known for.

Of course, nobody out there will know who Soren is. Well, a few of you might, but the majority of people won't. Teleological suspension of the ethical! What could be cooler? Okay, a lot of things, but still, Soren is a cool name.

I guess a post like this is what I get when I try to post something when I should be in bed. But I have to wait for my comforter to finish drying, so you get the pleasure of reading this when my mind isn't really functioning. Lucky you.

I want a farm in Africa.

Watching Out of Africa made me want to live there. Or maybe it made me want to live there around WWI when it was being colonized. I think there's always been a part of me that has wanted to live on a farm. No, I take that back. A part of me has wanted to live on a ranch. And yes, there is a huge difference between a farm and a ranch.

Ranchers get to ride around on horses and fix fences all day. Farms have to milk cows all day. (Yes, I know I'm simplifying, leave me alone). The only thing I wouldn't like about living on a ranch would be getting up early. Maybe I could be a late night rancher.

I probably just feel like this from all my summers spent on my grandparents and I associate ranch with adventure. But who cares! You do get to have adventures on ranches! You get to chase away coyotes from the cattle, and hunt stuff, and ride horses! Not to mention try to get lost and sleep under the stars.

Hmmm, I think I need to go camping.

Snob?

So last night was HP discussion group at Russo's. I got there a little early (meaning on time) before the people in the discussion group who don't work at Russo's had arrived. Rachel promptly told everybody that I want to work at Russo's and would fit right in because I'm a snob. Not having any argument with this statement, I asked what I'm a snob about (yes, there's more than one). Rachel replied "She doesn't like people with low intelligence. *pause* She doesn't even like people with moderate intelligence." I don't think that's really true. I'm not that much of a snob. I just don't like stupidty. Is there something wrong with that?

Later I was telling Chris about how Rachel thinks I'm a snob. I started with, "Apparently I'm snobbish," and continued with the story. After finishing I said, "So I'm a snob." Chris replied, "You're also a bish." If you don't see why that's funny, trying saying it out loud.

Yesterday I watched most of Lawrence of Arabia, which is an awesome movie. Rachel didn't like how much of it was "wasted" on shots of the desert, but I think that visually it is amazing, and that is what makes it so awesome. But it made me want to be a nomad, probably because Omar Sharif is so awesome. And I want to wear Arab/Jedi robes (the robes the Arabs wear make me think of Star Wars, what can I say?). Hey, they're like dresses!

Troll alumni?

Last night Chris and I were watching the news after 24 while playing Scene It with Paul (how's that for a sentence?). Apparently the city of Bakersfield wants to build a new freeway - through the IT building at BHS. While being outraged (as any good Driller should be) Chris promptly said, "We're going to be troll alumni. Aren't they the ones that live under bridges?" Of course this is only preliminary, and at least a couple years off, but still, how could they do that to one of the oldest (not to mention awesomest) high schools in the state?

And the salt in the wound? They're going to name it the Centennial Corrider. Sounds like a dirty and rotton plot by the Golden Hawks to me.

Disturbing

Yesterday after church my parents and I went to pizza for lunch, and as I was leaving the store I looked at the vending machines (you know, the ones for a quarter or 50 cents). Now, from the creators of Homies, you have "Trailer Park" action figures. These include (but aren't limited to) the fishing guy, a girl in a bikini pumping gas, not one but two seperate figures with guitars or banjos, and commando boy. So apparently Oildale is a big market, who would have known?

The scary thing is the huge market (apparently) on eBay that these things have (I had to find a picture of them).

Due to technical difficulties, I can't upload the picture right now, but I will.

Schleepy scheepy

Last night was Movie Night. I know, some of you are wondering, "Isn't every night movie night?" and the answer is "Yes, of course!" but there's a difference between movie night and Movie Night. Last night we watched The Great Escape (after having it taped since December) and Chris and I actually got Rachel to come hang out with us (only because it's a historical film, or maybe because of Eddie). It was a night full of quoting various things (mostly Dress to Kill) and enjoying ourselves.

But unfortunately The Great Escape is three hours longs, which I had forgotten. It doesn't really have to be that long, but the director had to get ample footage of Steve McQueen (disguised as an American man) riding his motor bike. I think there's about half an hour of unneeded footage of this. So because it was three hours long we all got to be late, and now I'm fighting against sleep.

Also, since this is a post of links, for those of you not in the know (and who don't check blog profiles frequently enough) there's a new quote board of sorts here. If you'd care to contribute, let me know and I'll set you up.