A window to my soul

Well, today my sister decided to get her hair highlighted. While in line to check out at Sally's, I decided that I wanted a change also. Because highlights would be wasted on my hair (my hair has natural blonde highlights, and is pretty golden brown in the first place) I decided I would put black streaks in.

So, dye-in-hand, we headed back to my sister's house. At the last moment (which was kind of the trend today) I decided to just put in a window of black. I'm really glad I did, mostly because I think I would have had another Fiddle on my hands if I had put in the streaks. So, I now have the change I wanted, but it's subtle enough to not make me regret it. I guess it could be a window to my soul; it's cold and dark =)

I always hated being it...

Well, I've been tagged again. This time by my sister (it has actually been a few weeks since she tagged me. I've been busy; leave me alone!)

Rules: Get the book that's on your nightstand (or whatever you happen to be reading).Open it to page 56 and find the 5th sentence. Post the next couple of sentences on your blog, along with these instructions. Do not go and find your favorite book; it has to be the one you are reading now! Tag five other people to do the same.

The Book:

Well, I'm currently reading Brisingr. For those who don't know, it is the third and final installment in the Eragon series. It is a series I would recommend if you like fantasy, but you have to remember that the first draft of Eragon (the first book) was written when the author was 15. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with 15 year olds writing books. Just don't expect incredible writing. If you want motivation to write, this is the series for you (I'm absolutely certain I could write a fantasy book as good, if not better)

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The Quote:

"I don't want it to fall on her."

Eragon looked back at the wretched butcher. He had no more time for mindless wanderings. He had to choose. One way or another, he had to choose. . . .

"Eragon!"

I don't know what's right, realized Eragon. His own uncertainty told him that it would be wrong to kill Sloan or return him to the Varden. He had no idea what he should do instead, except find a third path,one thatwas less obvious and less violent.

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Well, because I haven't read this far yet, and I don't know what comes next, that's all you are getting. =)

I tag: No one. If you want to participate, join in! If not, I'll survive.

Thank you, Mr. Brown

Well, the A/C in my car was not working very well this spring, so finally my mom took my car in and got it filled up with freon (sp?) It was amazing how well it worked after that, and I was loving the frigid air inside my car...at least for about a week. Just about a week after it got fixed, the A/C started making a really weird noise any time it was on. The higher the fan was, the louder the noise got. It was really loud and obnoxious. I just avoided using the A/C for a while, but it finally got to be too much, so I took it into the shop. Well, $400 later, I found the source of the A/C's problems:

You got it. Mr. Brown's ID and this random hotel paper were stuck inside the intake valve of my air system, causing the noise. If the ID were not so old, I would contemplate sending Mr. Brown the bill for "fixing" my air conditioner.

TAG!

I am: sad it's getting so cold.
I think: I am always right
I know: I should be sleeping
I am: Tired
I want: To be content
I have: Pretty much all I could ask for
I dislike: not being in control
I miss: my grandma
I fear: strangers in the bushes
I feel: giddy
I hear: the fan on my laptop
I smell: my Scentsy
I crave: Cheesecake Factory
I cry: When I'm extremely angry
I search: craigslist obsessively
I wonder: Where my life is headed...
I regret: Taking my time for granted
I wish: I could go back to only having one job
I love: my "real" job
I care: too much about insignificant details
I always: hum
I worry: not enough, too much
I am not: very patient
I remember: my childhood as idyllic
I believe: I am destined for greatness
I sing: in the car
I don’t: care enough to be nice
I argue: for the sake of arguing
I write: with my Sharpie pen
I win: when I change the rules
I lose: focus a lot
I listen: to music with a good beat
I don’t understand: self harm
I can usually be found: at work. If I'm not at one, it's the other.
I need: lots of sleep
I forget: I can't always be in charge
I am happy: when I only work one shift per day

And still the sun shines...

In some sort of cruel irony, on this beautiful day, I just found out that one of my really good friends growing up has passed away. I am still in the denial phase right now, but I know that next phase is coming so fast. I guess I should take advantage of the fact that I can look at the situation with almost no emotion right now.



I first met Evan Chang in Summer Strings. It was June of 1998. We were both 12, and the world was at our fingertips. It's hard to think that that was 10 years ago. He was the cellist I wished I was; dedicated, focused, and just naturally talented. That tended to be the trend with Evan. He was also one of the truest friends I've ever had. He was always there for me, whether I put him in the fore or background of my life through the years. He truly was a special person, and I'm grateful that I knew him. His life was cut so short, but I am glad that he has finally found some peace.

Kinda random bits...

So, here's the scene. I have just accepted a new position as a Tracker at a Jr. High (Trackers track the attendance and behavior of students; catch high-risk kids before they spiral too far downward, make referrals to Truancy school, participate in IEPs, etc.) The principal takes me to the top-secret key closet to get the Tracker's keys. After we grab the keys, we go back to his office to inventory them and fill out the paperwork. There are TONS of keys on the ring, as well as a whistle. He makes the comment; 'you know, I don't think I've ever heard this whistle blown' and continues to inventory the keys. It's not until he inventories the third gym key that he decides to look more closely at the label on the keys. Yes, folks. He had grabbed the Track keys, not the Tracker keys. I was almost tempted to ask if I could keep the whistle =)


Well, after working 11 days in a row, I have the day off today. It's not the longest amount of days in a row I've worked, but it feels different because I've been working a lot more doubles. I am getting used to having two jobs, and I don't feel as frantically busy (or tired) anymore. I mostly am just getting used to how busy I am and I think I like it. I have never appreciated my free time like I do now. I feel more productive because I'm constantly working, but also because I'm learning to make my time off be more productive.


Good things that have come from working at the Jr. High:
I guess kids aren't always trying to manipulate. Crazy.
I realized that I absolutely LOVE my other job
I have a really good threat for Small Brother if he ever decides to act out or be bad at his Jr. High
Getting paid a month behind means I'm getting a check in June after NOT working for a month.
I am picking up some useful Spanish (well, useful if I'm ever buying drugs or cussing someone out)
I am sure there are more pluses to working constantly with teenagers, but I'm about to be late, so I gotta go!

Pls don't call them "Precious Ones"

I think that this lady is absolutely hilarious. After being a nanny (and meeting a prospective mom who was EXACTLY like her from New Jersey) I could not help but laugh at her listing. It was hilariously funny, and, I am sure, SO true. The entire story is generating a lot of press, and a lot of hate mail, apparently, but I just think it's great.