Wednesday, January 30, 2008

The darkness in my soul

Today was a very long day. But at least it was also a very fun day.

I started out the day right by begging to ride in the truck/snowplow with Frieda, who then let me drive! Hehehe, I drove a stick-shift! And I stalled it over and over, but at least I got it back to Grounds.

Beth wasn't feeling well or something and didn't talk much at first. She's not fun when she doesn't talk, because she gives off these vibes like she's brooding or something. So eventually, I got her talking. We ended up calling each other names for about half an hour. Then we found a baaaaad poetry book in a room and I read a few lines and stanzas out loud. It was worth it to hear Beth's agony. Then we made up emo free verse at each other for a bit, making jokes about how our souls are dark and lost, like bluebirds without a song.

Annnnd... well, that's about it, really.

Monday, January 28, 2008

It is a Persian name for "I am a Persian"

Okay, I know a lot of you hate it when I talk about World of Warcraft... but I just wanted to say that I respecced my rogue to Subtlety today and HOLY CRAP I love it!!! Shadowstep = best move EVER!!! Plus, I have over 2000 attack power now, unbuffed. How cool is that?!?! I'm sure it'll suck for raiding, but for instances and PvP, I think it's going to rock all! I can pretty much one-shot level 68 mobs now! /flex!!!

Ummmm, what else? I think my orange juice is going bad. It doesn't taste too great.

I think I'm bored. Possibly lonely, too. Rye and Beth are great, but I don't really feel like I could hang out with them after work. Hmmm... now that I think about it, though, maybe I could hang out with Cassy. Cassie? Meh, I always just called her Friend. Seriously. That's because when I first met her, I asked her for a Band-aid. She got me one, so I said "You can be my best friend today!" and ever since we've just called each other Friend. Was it a Band-aid? Maybe it was tweezers. Something like that.

I got a new water bottle. It measures ounces on the side. I've chugged about 52 ounces of water today. That's kind of a lot.

I reeeeeeally need to get to bed. It's late. Pity. There was something else exciting I was going to write about, but I can't for the life of me remember what it is.

Oh well. Toodles!

Left to right: Zanaomia (human prot paladin), Jeramiahh (night elf rogue), Beastmaw (night elf resto druid), Tigrisgaul (human fury warrior), Gohrlach (night elf feral druid)
Midget in front: Mervyn (gnome rogue--that's me!)

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Trying this again... I'm experimenting with Picasa to get some pictures up here... I don't like this program at all.

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Saturday, January 26, 2008

Cogito, Ergo Sum

I took my mom's personality test and apparently, I'm an INTP. It was fun reading the description, which described me down to a T. Uh... where did that phrase "down to a T" come from, anyway?

Meh, that's beside the point. I'll bullet a few of the points I thought were the funniest because they were so exact. And my editing professors would have a cow if they saw this, because some of the bullets will be complete sentences, and others will be phrases. They're all direct quotes, though.
  • often actually are oblivious to the world around them
  • Precise about their descriptions, [...] will often correct others (or be sorely tempted to) if the shade of meaning is a bit off.
  • relatively easy-going
  • haunting sense of impending failure. They spend considerable time second-guessing themselves.
  • Mathematics is a system where many INTPs love to play, similarly languages, computer systems--potentially any complex system. Understanding, exploring, mastering, and manipulating systems can overtake the INTP's conscious thought. [...] Accomplishing a task or goal with this knowledge is secondary.
  • In seasons of low energy level, or moments of single-minded concentration, the INTP is aloof and detached in a way that might even offend.
  • relative absence of environmental awareness, except when the environment is the current focus. Consciousness of such conditions is at best a sometime thing.
  • When present, the INTP's concern for others is intense, albeit naive.
  • known to defer judgement and to allow decisions about interpersonal matters to be left hanging lest someone be offended or somehow injured.
Wow, going back and reading that list hurts me because of the mix of complete sentences and fragments. But it can stay, because I'm lazy. I don't have to look at it anymore.

Oh! The career indicator suggested I go into either education, natural science, computer programming, engineering, law or library science. The funny thing is, I've seriously considered every one of those except law. Some famous INTPs were Einstein, Socrates, and Renee Descartes (the guy who said "I think, therefore I am").

My dad sent me a new camera. It's nice--probably twice as good as my old one, and weighs less than half as much. Only takes two batteries too. Good thing he sent me some rechargeable batteries too, though, because the batteries died after taking about twenty pictures. Lame! I've never seen anything guzzle batteries so fast!

I picked up my room a bit. Now I need to take the trash out... AGAIN. I also need to do laundry. I'm out of clean socks, I think, and it's really gross pulling crusty socks onto your feet.

Work is kind of awkward now, because every time I look at Rye, I remember that picture of him when he was my age on the bulletin board in Grounds.... Holy crap! But that's just wrong, because he's my boss, and anyway, he's old now! I thought for a bit "Well, since I'll never live it down, I might as well play it up," but I found I wasn't able to do that.... And yeah, Rye knows I said that old picture was freaking hot. Geez, that's awkward.

Guess I should download Hello again and put up some pictures of the snow and icicles and stuff.... When I get around to it.

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Friday, January 25, 2008


Holy crap, Rye was hot when he was my age!! What did he have to go and get old for? WOW!!!

Funny story... two days ago, my dad lectured me about how I need to eat healthy. Yesterday, my Christmas presents came, and in all, I probably got about thirty candy bars.

I also got a new camera, which I'm going to have some fun with, I think. But last night, I discovered that trying to take pictures outside at night is a waste of time. I did get a few pictures of myself to appease my dad, though. He's been bugging me for a picture for ages.

I was in a goofy mood this morning. For some reason, I had the song Oh Holy Night stuck in my head, but I don't know the words. So I was belting it out at the top of my lungs, making up half the words as I went, and I sounded like a dying animal. I could have sung it better, but it's hard to sing when you're laughing that hard....

Beth and I had a discussion today about which chemical is better, orange or lime, which isn't really lime, but is in fact something that is unquestionably not lime, but green nonetheless. Tragically, she probably won't even remember the conversation, because it was mostly just me talking at her, and she walked out of the room partway through my monologue anyway.

I broke my left cleat yesterday, which isn't necessarily my left cleat, but possibly my right one, depending on how I put my cleats on in the morning. It's remarkable just how much more slippery the ice is now. Or possibly that's because the wind smoothed the ice out and made it more slippery. There's an inch or three of solid ice on the sidewalks, parking lots, and roads. I don't like driving if I can help it.

That's all. I'm done. This post has been brought to you by the word DI-VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

No subject

The strawberry banana V8 juice is fantastic! I thought it was funny, when I was at Safeway today comparing the normal with the light, though... Light is exactly the same thing, only it's only 50% juice. The rest is water and sweetener. The normal kind doesn't have any sugars added. Seems to me that the normal kind is healthier.

We got over a foot of wet, heavy snow dumped on us yesterday, and it didn't get shoveled. So we hardly got any rooms cleaned today because we couldn't get to them. Couldn't find the stairs to the porches, and took forever to walk anywhere. Tessie was going so slow I was tempted to pick her up and carry her. But we spent most of the day doing laundry and getting some other stuff that we'd been putting off for a while, such as counting the old, stained, and ripped sheets and throwing them away. It's been so long since we'd done that that the box was ripped apart because it was so overstuffed.

Rye was very displeased at the idea that I might not be able to work tomorrow because I'm supposed to be working night shift.... So I talked with Scott about it, and now Eric's doing night shift instead. I don't know if it's permanent or just for this week. I suspect it's permanent, which is a shame, because I was really enjoying it. Oh well... with the amount of stuff we'll have to do these next few months, I would have been going into overtime practically every week, I guess, and that wouldn't make Scott and Jewel happy at all.

Got a monster blister on my hands from shoveling snow this morning. Rye had me shovel a path from Laundry to Supply since I was "too happy this early in the morning." I would gladly have shoveled more, but Rye said he didn't want me dead for the rest of the day. Bah! Just because he's old and feeble doesn't mean I am! But because of the blister, I stopped... I haven't had blisters on my hands since I was little and practically lived on the monkey bars.

I started reading Elvendude today, having finally finished Crystal Singer. I thought Crystal Singer was okay... but it was boring, and I couldn't relate to the main character. Besides the fact that I thought she was a slut--she slept with no less than three different guys in the book, and despite Rye's claims of her having "reasons," I have a moral problem with that--she was also arrogant. There wasn't really a plot to the book, either. No climax, no hook, nothing. Basically just "This is what is was like becoming a Crystal Singer." La-di-da.

Elvendude started out pretty good, but the fact that practically everyone in the book so far either does drugs or deals them kind of makes me uncomfortable. I'm only on page 53 so far, though, so I'll read a bit more.

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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Bad day? Maaaaaybe

I get the feeling this is going to be one of those days.... Try as a might, I couldn't get to sleep until five o'clock this morning. Silly Lint Monkey... that's what I get for drinking caffeinated beverages at nine o'clock at night. Oy. I had my alarm set for six so I could get up, get donuts, take a shower, and still have time to goof off a bit before work. (And not on WoW, either.) Well, six o'clock came around, and, of course, I had left my alarm within reach of my bed, so without even waking up all the way, I reset the alarm to go off at seven, thinking in my sleep-muddled brain that I would still have time for donuts and a shower if I hurried. Seven o'clock came, and I woke up, grabbed my room key and phone, and headed out to the car, hoping it wasn't too frost-covered. The door was frozen shut, but a little fighting with it cured that. Got the car open, got in, sat down, and realized I didn't have my car keys. Drat it. So, back inside, grab the car keys, back outside, start up the car. I did a quick scrape of the front window, and drove off before the engine was really warm enough, hoping I wasn't doing too terribly much damage... I mean, I was in a hurry, after all. Drove all the way to Safeway without the car breaking down, parked the car, walked inside... and then realized I didn't have my wallet. Well, at least by the time I got to Safeway the second time, the engine was more or less warmed up.

However, while I was tossing and turning last night, I was kicking around ideas and plans and resolutions (but not the New Years' kind) in my head. I decided a plan for eating healthier is a) eating less, but more slowly, and b) not eating while I'm doing other things. That way I can savor the taste of the food more. Lately, I've been shoving food down my gullet so fast I hardly taste it, and I can't tell when I get full. So today, I only got one donut. And it was fresh. And it wasn't my favorite kind, but it was close. And man, did I enjoy it.

I also decided I want to find a place that allows pets when I go back to school this fall (when, not if, because I will get that endorsement, yes I will) and get a cat. Or a husky-doggy.

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Friday, January 18, 2008

Fake ID

I ate an entire medium pizza myself yesterday. As a result, I wasn't hungry all day today. Now it's nearly midnight and I'm kind of starting to feel hungry, but every time I start to make food, I realize I don't want it. Rather a strange phenomenon (doo dooooo di doo-doo).

I was cutting my bangs today and, as usual, messed up badly. Naturally, all my attempts to fix it just made it worse. So I will not be removing my hat for any reason for at least two or three weeks until my hair grows out a bit. I was thinking next time, I'll just go to a barber... but next time, I think I'll be cutting all my hair off, not just my bangs. I told myself this as I looked into the mirror at my pathetic bangs-trimming job... then decided that my face is a little too round to look good with short hair anymore. So I made myself a deal: When I get back in shape, I'll cut my hair short again. That's some pretty good motivation... but is it enough?

So today, I ran around the building twice, did wall-sits, threw three-hundred punches and thirty kicks, and thought about doing push-ups but didn't end up actually doing them. I would've done a katta or two, but there's not room in my... room. Dang, I wish there was a dojo in this town. I would sign up for karate lessons again in a heartbeat. Keep me in shape, get me out of my room and actually doing something, plus give me a life outside of work and WoW. Because I'm well aware that I spend an unhealthy amount of time playing World of Warcraft. But what else is there to do? It's too cold and icy to do much of anything outside, and other than try to learn back handsprings again (that didn't work too well last summer), I can't really think of anything anyway. So, I could read books, play the Playstation, or make a fake ID and try to get into a bar downtown and get laid. The last option reeeeally doesn't appeal to me... at all. So that's out. And books and Playstation don't seem any better than WoW. Not as good, actually, because at least WoW is semi-social.

Then again, in WoW today, after some minor drama in my supposedly drama-free guild, I told my friends I didn't want to talk to anyone, then turned off my brain and just dazedly ran around leveling my herbalism skill.

I seriously think I should quit when the expansion comes out. Yes, I am curious to see what the expansion looks like... but I also know that I'm killing myself on WoW. Right now, it doesn't matter too much, but once I get a roommate, I'll probably need to come back to the real world.

Anyway... I should go to bed now, because tomorrow's going to be a busy day. Ugh, "busy" is an understatement. From now till summer is going to be sick. We have three or four housekeepers doing what we usually have twelve doing in the summer. And Rye is going to have no patience with my time-wasting idiocy.


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Thursday, January 17, 2008


If someone wanted to scare the heebie-jeebies out of me, all they'd have to do is sneak up on me while I'm doing rounds.... But that wouldn't be wise, because I'd probably beat the snot out of them before I realized it was a friend who was just playing.

I'm feeling kind of down just now, but I think it's because I'm bored and having been eating or sleeping right lately. Maybe I'll get a spinach pizza tomorrow. And maybe I'll clean out my fridge too. It needs it pretty badly... And then... maybe I'll get a calendar and take it to the front desk, mark when we'll have conferences, and figure out when I can go to Anchorage to get piano books and stuff. And then I'll call up BYU and see if I can get some kind of exception to the rule that says exams have to be taken in a testing center because the nearest testing center I know of is in Anchorage, and that's an all day trip... We'll be so busy for the next few months, I wonder if I'll be able to make it to Anchorage... Well, maybe I should call up Avtec first and see if they have a testing center. Or e-mail Grease Monkey and ask her, because she'd probably know.

Meh, whatever. I'm tired. And I'm doing a lousy job of updating every day. Have you ever looked up the word "lousy"? It's a stronger word than we give it credit for. Or maybe that's just me.

I'm going to go be bored somewhere else now. Toodles!

Wednesday, January 9, 2008


Very tired. At the end of this shift, I'll have worked 52 hours this week. Overtime + night differential for the win!

Cold outside. Cold in my room, too. Think my heater's broken. Had the thermostat set at 70-ish, like usual, but it was only 58 degrees. Guess I'll report it to grounds tomorrow. It was so cold, I couldn't sleep. Guess if I actually got under all my blankets instead of just the one little one I usually use, I'd be warmer, but that means I'd have to make my bed later....

Only one guest in the whole resort tonight. Only two last night. That means hardly anything has been used, and there's precious little to clean. That means I'm mildly bored. Well, no. I brought a book. And a notebook. And a textbook. And a workbook. And another book just in case I finish the first one. And my laptop. Night shift is great.

Scott came in really early this morning with Toby... ranted about Hillary Clinton for ten minutes or so... then left to get donuts. It was amazing.

Shields of Honor one-shotted the first boss in Zul'Aman today. Yes, that is an accomplishment. We tried it before the mass exodus and wiped about six times before giving up. Then we had stupid amounts of guild drama, half the guild left, and it was weeks before we even entered Karazhan. It was just this last two weeks we finally got back into Karazhan. Downed Prince. Still working on Netherspite and Nightbane. Prince is an evil fight, by the way.

Estarien to 57. One level until Outlands. Nearly done with Western Plaguelands. I may get to 70 without ever setting foot in Silithus. I hope so. Never liked that zone much.

Snowed all night last night. By the time I finished shoveling the porch, there was another quarter inch of snow on the part of the porch I started on. Unfair.

Couldn't pay attention well today. Tried to take the cap off my soda and was having trouble. Near ripped the bottle apart before realizing that the reason I couldn't get the cap off the bottle was because the cap wasn't on the bottle....

That's all for now. Gonna read for a bit. May check the bathrooms and vacuum, for all ten minutes that'll take. Toodles!

Tuesday, January 8, 2008


I enjoy night shift. It's very relaxing. I don't have to deal with the stress of trying to get along with people, or getting things done the way other people want them to be done. Beth gets frustrated because I turn the sheets to the "wrong" side when I'm folding them, and gets annoyed if I start adjusting the bedspread at the bottom before the top, and Rye gets impatient when I walk right past something when I'm looking for it, or go upstairs and forget to bring the sheets so I have to go back down and get them. Working by yourself, you can be a bit of an airhead and nobody cares!

Shoveling snow is hard work, though. My technique probably needs work, too... I was shoveling the ramp and instead of lifting the shovel up above the railing and tossing the snow off the side of the ramp, I threw it further down the ramp... which meant that by the time I got to the end, I was shoveling a good foot and a half of snow, which was very, very, very heavy. And I've gotten very wimpy from doing nothing physically demanding for months, so of course, I'm sore all over from my hour or two of shoveling snow yesterday. Boy, I feel like a pansy. And it snowed another four inches or so today, so I get to shovel all over again tonight! Yay?

I'm going to hurt SO bad tomorrow.

And my alarm just went off and I about fell out of my chair. I thought I'd gotten over that. Heh... guess my phone doesn't ring often enough.

Uhhh... I was going to say something else, but I can't remember what I was going to say, so I'll just stop typing now and get ready for work, because that's what my alarm means. Toodles!

Monday, January 7, 2008

Be careful what you wish for...

I went in to talk to Jewel and ask how she wanted me to fill out my time sheet for the days when I worked day shift, night shift, day shift, all in a row. She retrained me on my night shift duties. Before, I was just told "While you're waiting, clean this, that, and the other thing." Jewel gave me Girl-from-grounds's journal from when she was doing security and showed me the list of numbers to call in an emergency, showed me what to do when the fire alarm goes off, etc etc, so now it feels more like security and less like extended housekeeping.

The journal is interesting. Of course, a lot of the entries said "Quiet. Nothing to report." But there were some great stories about drunk people, heavy snow, and pickup trucks.

I wish I had my maglite. I think I may pick one up at the Fish House if I think about it...

My hands are starting to get dry and red and painful. Every winter, they do that, and if I don't put lotion on them, they crack and bleed after a while. Being me, I don't normally wear lotion, so I didn't bring any with me. Yesterday, they were getting bad, so Rye ordered me to put some of the cocoa butter stuff on my hands. It was great, because after stinging for a few minutes and turning bright red, my hands felt better. PLUS they smelled like chocolate for the rest of the day.

Mmm... chocolate...

I also wish my laptop was powerful enough to run World of Warcraft. No I will not spend a few thousand dollars to get a better laptop just so I can waste time at work for the few months I'll be doing night shift. I'll just finish reading the books Rye loaned me a month or two ago that I haven't gotten around to finishing because I'm stuck on Crystal Singer because it's boring but I want to finish it anyway. That was a long sentence.

I wish my nickname was Elfears. And people would call me Elf for short. I don't know why, but for some reason, that just popped into my head. I'm obviously crazy.

Anyway, I'm going to go to Safeway and get some caffeinated beverage or other. Mountain Dew, maybe. That's one of my favorites. Third favorite. First favorite is dnL, but they don't make that anymore. After that, Vernor's Ginger Ale. Yes, it has to be Vernor's. Mountain Dew is third favorite. That's as far as my list of favorites goes, I think. Mmmm... soft drinks.

By the way... the snow here is higher than my knees in most places, and in some places, it's almost up to my waist. That's not counting places where people have shoveled it into a pile or where it's fallen off the roof. We've gotten probably six to eight inches in the last two days. Nifty!! And it's supposed to snow for the rest of the week. I love snow!!!

If my camera were working, I could take such beautiful pictures. I would love to get Mount Marathon just before sunrise, when the sky is dark blue and the mountain is glowing silvery-white.... Oh man, wow....

The end.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

To sum up my day....

Today is of the day to speak badly. Not of the badly to talk of anyone else, but badly of the to talk in general.

The chicken of the which we in a room found good I take home of the dinner. Rye of the Aurora Horny dog dirty? Snow of the it did lots! Yay!

Sugar of lots yes on good awake stay.

Ash with four townhouse only two yes is which dry-dirty cracked. Lotion makes my hands smell like chocolate. Sense of making that part.

Long of the wet dryer snow elaborated in the knickers. Sleep good.

Saturday, January 5, 2008


So much for updating every day. It's only the fifth of January and I've already missed two days... Well, I have an excuse for yesterday. But I won't tell you what that excuse is.

So Girl-from-grounds moved away, and now I'm taking over her job in addition to housekeeping. I'm working night security two days a week now... in addition to housekeeping during the day. This may be problematic, and will probably require quite a bit of schedule dancing. Just now, I worked today, I'll work tonight from eleven to seven, and then I have to be at work at eight in the morning as well. I should be getting some sleep, but... well... I remembered I had to update my blog.

So, first things first, I should mention that someone left their nuts in the bathtub. They were soggy, and it was kind of gross cleaning it. But not marginally as bad as the last tub I had to clean today. Dried skin caked all over the tub... it was the single nastiest tub I've ever had to clean, including the one that someone pooped in. Why? Well... where does all that skin COME from??? I swear, it looked like he shed an entire layer of skin, ground it up, mixed it with rubber cement, and smeared it all around in the tub. I don't even want to know where all that skin came from. Beth's only comment was "Well, he was old." EWWWW!

Beth's a strange duck. Sometimes, I swear, she enjoys getting annoyed.

Driving the van was fun today... ice all over... it's fun when you step on the gas and hear the tires spinning, but you're not moving.

Hm... I should think about getting a new camera at some point, I guess. If I get one, I'm definitely getting one with a rechargeable battery. Dude! It's so nice when you look at your bank account balance and see a number bigger than you expected. Even if it's only slightly bigger. Joyous!

And I still need to ship my family their Christmas presents... still... Doh!

Okay, now it's four o'clock, and I'm waking up at 10:30, so I'm going to go zonk for a bit. Toodles!

Thursday, January 3, 2008

You sing a sad song just to turn it around

Well, the meeting with the missionaries yesterday didn't go great. It could have been worse, but.... Ugh. Let us not speak of it.

Let's see if I can get this youtube video to work here.... I love the song. And I think the guy and girl in the video are cute. The girl is gorgeous when she's smiling.

We found a bunch of stuffed animals in a room today. My first reaction was "ooo, where's the matches?" Then I saw the stuffed raccoon and fell in love with him. His name is Gaston. He's from Halley's Comet. I held him and carried him with me until Rye wrestled him away from me. Then I spent the rest of the day trying to get him back. Then the little girl called and was horribly sad that she had lost some of her stuffed animals. So I had to say goodbye to Gaston. And Rye wouldn't even let me kiss him goodbye.

Toby brought in a lot of candy today. Lint Monkey got a sugar rush. It was funny. Oh oh oh, know what else was funny? We found helium balloons in a room. Bahahaha! Fun times!

We've finally caught up after New Year's Day. And my key card finally works. It didn't just get reprogrammed--I got a whole new card because the magnetic strip was rubbing off my last one. Cool! And I get tomorrow off! Woot!

This was a fun day. Definitely made up for having a lousy evening yesterday.

And I'll stop babbling now. Today's post has been brought to you by the word gimp.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

New year's ideas

I was reading the Queen's blog and thought her new year's resolution to update the blog every day was a good one. I haven't been updating nearly often enough lately. Of course, for the last several years, my only new year's resolution has been to not make any new year's resolutions. However, since I know I won't stick to them, I will go ahead and make some new year's ideas to attempt if I don't feel too lazy.

1) Update blog daily. I already failed at that. But I mean starting today. Yeah.
2) Write a letter or an e-mail once a week. Probably on Sundays. Then I can pretend I'm keeping the Sabbath holy in some form or another, and that makes me religious, which means I can go back to college. Or something.
3) Remember to pay my bills on time. Geez, I'm bad at that. I can never keep track of when I have to pay which bill. Maybe I should get a calendar. Maybe it should have wolves on it. Or dragons. Maybe Barbies. Okay, just kidding about the Barbies. Heehee, I remember when I was in third grade and got a Barbie for Christmas and cried because I didn't like it. Why am I rambling about Barbies? I'm supposed to be making a list.
4) Never talk about Barbies again. Ever.
5) Write a song. Or finish the song I'm writing. whichever. Maybe both. Or something.
6) Do push-ups and curl-ups at least three times a week. Not counting today because I'm too lazy today.
7) Don't die.

Well, that seems like a pretty exhaustive list. Seven's a good number to stop on, don't you think? When I was learning about the Revelation of John in Antwerp, I learned that seven was a symbolic number in the Bible because it was considered to be perfect or something. God liked the number seven, so it became sacred or something. I don't know. Anyway, it was symbolic. There are a couple of symbolic numbers in the Bible. Three, seven, twelve, and forty, I believe. If you read the Bible, you'll see those numbers over and over again. That and "multitudes." I like the word "multitude."


The missionaries are supposed to visit in just over an hour. I actually took some time to pick up my room and all. I need to make a good impression on them so they put in a good word for me with the bishop so I can get my ecclesiastical endorsement so I can go back to college this August. September. Whenever school starts. Because I haven't been going to church because I've had to work on Sundays. Well, okay, there were a few Sundays I had off that I didn't go to church because I'm lazy and have a mild attitude problem. Also, I hate wearing dresses. But that's just a secondary reason. First person to make a snide comment about me going to church naked gets a slap in the face!

So... funny story... I have this obnoxious habit of making bad "your mom" jokes. In other words, I repeat what people just said, but put "your mom" in front of it. For example...

Rye: Lint Monkey, we really need to work on your "Yo Mama" jokes...
Me: Your MOM really needs to work on "Yo Mama" jokes....

Burn! To the max!

Um... yeah... Oh, I was also going to make a new year's idea to write a story. But that would make more than seven, and that's unholy. Gasp!! How dare I entertain the thought!

Well, I'm off to do my seven days of penance for that. Except then I wouldn't be able to update my blog every day. And that would be breaking my new year's idea, and that's unholy too. Well, that's a horrible situation to be in. Allow me to go contemplate the horror of this situation. Farewell. And so on. Today's post has been brought to you by the word sultry. I just learned that word yesterday. Tomorrow's post will be brought to you by the word gimp as soon as I look it up. Rye and Beth wouldn't tell me what it means.