My dad's going up to Mayo Clinic for tests Sunday through Friday. Hopefully they'll find something they can do something about.
So, um, why is it that everybody has to have major issues with life all at the same time?
I mean, seriously, people. I can see two or three at once, but everybody? Come on!
I was performing my daily run through Slashdot, and I found the most ancient HOWTO ever. Observe:
Written in approx. 1391, with appropriate spelling for the time period. Very, very interesting indeed.
Oh, and I kind of changed all the colors around here. I think it'll work. For now, anyway.
And on a final vengeful note, I'd like to refer you all here.
I'm figuring that the Cynic must have decided he hasn't gotten an interesting reaction out of me for awhile, but that does not absolve any blame whatsoever. It's only a matter of time...
You know, this place needs a change. As in something besides white.
Oh, and I added a couple more links on the side. For fun and entertainment.
I'd had a pretty good day; I had a good meal with friends, and then we watched Casablanca, which I'd never seen.
I got back to my room, and my mom had sent me an IM saying that she'd given reasons for not being around this weekend in an email. Not that I'd noticed my parents not being online; I wasn't around most of the time, either.
So, I proceeded to check all my email addresses, and found the one to which my mom had sent an IM transcript she'd had with my sister. She would have told me at the same time, but I wasn't around.
Apparently, my dad's been in the hospital all weekend. Pretty nasty chest pains, an obvious concern in his case. They ran a bunch of tests, and couldn't find anything obvious. He's going up to Mayo next week so they can run some more tests.
It just keeps going, and going, and going...
Man, I haven't played the piano for two weeks now. I went back home over Christmas, and realized how much I miss playing. At home, it's pretty much my only emotional release. Probably the only reason most of my family thinks I'm fairly sane. Here at school, I have to resort to other methods involving bouncing off the walls, playing games involving blowing up as many things as possible, and running around screaming.
Well, maybe not the last one.
And then, of course, there's the whole bit about Ardith not liking playing in front of people she doesn't know.
Oh, well. Someday when I get settled down in my own house, it's going to have a piano. That is all.
So, I was sitting in class today, being the productive, intelligent student that everyone knows and loves, when I happened to overhear a few good quotes.
In Electronics II:
"You're not just going through life doing homework and eating pancakes."
In Biblical Literature:
"Not many people wanted to go across the Arabian Desert, because they usually died about halfway across."
"Two points make a straight line, unless the line goes across the Arabian Desert."
--both by Dr. Hummel
I had a lot of fun this weekend; wasn't bored at all, and yet I'm amazingly uninspired to write, for the most part.
There is one thing I've been thinking about, though. People, and how I relate to them. Or fail to, as the case may be.
Anyway, I've realized several times recently (Shaddup. Sometimes it takes things a while to sink in.) that I don't really have any enemies. At all. There are a few people that I get frustrated with, a few people I take the time to dislike occasionally, but nobody I really hate. Is this peculiar? Probably so.
Everybody likes me. Honestly, I find this quite disturbing. I'm sure a lot of this has to do with the fact that I'm so quiet most people don't ever have any reason to dislike me. But still, why on earth...
Nevermind. That's quite enough of that.
*runs off to play some more Chrono Trigger*
Yup. I've got what has to be the easiest job on the entire campus. I get to sit in front of a computer for 3 hour at a stretch, and they pay me for it. How weird is that?
Quotes for today:
"I think it's just as hard to break away from a computer as it would be from cocaine."
--Dr. Alvin O. "Bud" Austin
Look. It's a map of the entire Universe.
Most impressive, no?
I'm back. 'Nuff said.
I'll be back at school in... about 20 hours.
All I have to do tonight is finish dipping that candy that I promised the kids two days ago. Then, watch tv, sleep, get up, finish packing, drive two hours to Des Moines, and hope on the plane to Dallas. I should be back in Longview between 5 and 6pm.
And now, for the latest tidbit in Ardith's Cultural Awareness Expansion:
I watched The Return of the Pink Panther tonight. I need to see the rest of those movies as quickly as possible. The end.
Have a good night, and may your SCSI harddrives never drop below the radar of your motherboard BIOS, causing agony and consternation, and forcing you to call your intelligent daughter upstairs so she can say that she doesn't know why it's not working.
There. It's all finally moved over, comments and all. Now all I have to do is work on the templates, put in links, etc. Some will have to wait until I get back to school, but the biggest part is done.
*sings happy song*
This is gonna be soooo great...
I so rock. Here's to being rid of Blogger and Enetation very soon now.
*runs off to export Blogger junk*
I did something strange yesterday.
I bought a bunch of clothes.
See, whenever I'm home for break, my mom takes all us older girls out shopping. And by shopping I mean 'spending hours browsing through consignment shops and the giant Goodwill store in Waterloo'. This break was only different in that we had my roommate along with us. And so, I ended up with a lot of new clothes, most of which are somewhat dressy things I could wear to interviews and such. As opposed to the jeans and a shirt I normally wear. So now I have a whole week's worth of clothes I never dreamed I would ever wear, say, two years ago. It's quite shocking.
Oh, well. I suppose I'll use them someday. Although I have this nasty feeling that Heather'll try to get me into them more often than I care to think about.
I'm scared. I think I'm growing up and getting all responsible.
Oh, yeah. Happy New Year, you all. Don't kill yourselves, or do anything stupid like hanging yourselves by your toes from the top rafter of a barn, while waiting for spaceships to land.
See, they already landed at my house.