So... I'm going to have a gazillion hours to read on my plane flight. Literally, like 18 hours. So, since I totally don't have any sentences of the week for last week (I'm super-duper busy packing), I'll make it up this week. Some time (provided I have internet access on Guam), I swear.
I SWEAR IT, Mr. Hill.
and also? I think everyone should read THE EGG (there's a link below). It boggles the mind.
KTHANKSBYE.
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Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Week 2 Bloggy Tour
I knocked on these door steps:
As Told by Ginger
On Paper Wings
M_Hendrix
ETYAFTER
The Ozone Lair
Noodles
Apples to Apples
Feist Fan
Hidden in a journal
Pages this week: 110
Pages this semester: 387
Currently reading:
Then We Came To The End
Roald Dahl's Tales of the Unexpected
As Told by Ginger
On Paper Wings
M_Hendrix
ETYAFTER
The Ozone Lair
Noodles
Apples to Apples
Feist Fan
Hidden in a journal
Pages this week: 110
Pages this semester: 387
Currently reading:
Then We Came To The End
Roald Dahl's Tales of the Unexpected
I dare you.
Go on, click the link.
Read it, then soak it in.
I dare you, whoever the heck reads this.
Besides, I think it's worth it. http://galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
Think so too?
Read it, then soak it in.
I dare you, whoever the heck reads this.
Besides, I think it's worth it. http://galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
Think so too?
Not nearly there.
I'm not nearly at the end of Then We Came To The End, but I'm getting there. When I look back at what I've read, I realize that this book is made out of all these random thoughts, experiences, and feelings of coworkers--that, though completely random, interweave themselves in this great big pathway leading to the impending doom of being laid-off. Every couple of pages, I find myself reaching for a nearby piece of paper, and tearing off scraps to mark hilarious passages, or witty comments.
But wait, not all is funny (yay) in this land of cubicles, but funny (nay). The weird, awkward kind of funny. In fact, one such funny-nay story surprises me--the story of Janine Gorjanc and her dead daughter.
It goes like this: Janine Gorjanc had a nine-year-old daughter who went missing one day. As her fellow coworkers became aware of her situation, they deemed it necessary to help. Thus, posters were created, taped to lamp-posts and various buildings around down town chicago, and one very-large billboard depicting her daughter's fourth-grade picture was put up, overseeing the highway as millions (I'm sure) of cars went by each day.
But then one day, the searching stopped. It was because Janine's daughter was found dead, wrapped in plastic, in a parking lot.
Slowly, but surely, everyone went back to work in their cubicles, and time went on. But not without the sadness and grief positively (negatively) radiating from Janine Gorjanc. As all mothers, who are grieving, Janine found herself in compromising situations, and doing unexplainable things.
Her nine-year-old daughter loved Toys R' Us, Gymboree's, and especially the play-pen with all the little plastic balls in the net at McDonalds. This was one of Janine's compromising situations in which she often found herself. Every single day, Janine would go to McDonalds, and sit quietly inside the play-pen, with all the little plastic balls around her, and stare off into space. Every single day. She became a spectacle of sorts to her fellow coworkers who caught her by chance when getting lunch. And then every single day, they as well, would go and watch her in the play-pen, and try to figure out just what was going on in that mysterious head of Janine Gorjanc.
It's such a sad, sad story. I mean, to find your own daughter wrapped in plastic, DEAD (strangled), when you had all the hope in the world prior to that, that she was still alive, sound, and healthy--that's just terrible. My parents tell me all the time: A parent should never outlive their child. What a depressing story. Anyway, that's all I'm given to sharing at the moment. Just thought it was the part that stands out the most in this book so far. Hasta la vista.
But wait, not all is funny (yay) in this land of cubicles, but funny (nay). The weird, awkward kind of funny. In fact, one such funny-nay story surprises me--the story of Janine Gorjanc and her dead daughter.
It goes like this: Janine Gorjanc had a nine-year-old daughter who went missing one day. As her fellow coworkers became aware of her situation, they deemed it necessary to help. Thus, posters were created, taped to lamp-posts and various buildings around down town chicago, and one very-large billboard depicting her daughter's fourth-grade picture was put up, overseeing the highway as millions (I'm sure) of cars went by each day.
But then one day, the searching stopped. It was because Janine's daughter was found dead, wrapped in plastic, in a parking lot.
Slowly, but surely, everyone went back to work in their cubicles, and time went on. But not without the sadness and grief positively (negatively) radiating from Janine Gorjanc. As all mothers, who are grieving, Janine found herself in compromising situations, and doing unexplainable things.
Her nine-year-old daughter loved Toys R' Us, Gymboree's, and especially the play-pen with all the little plastic balls in the net at McDonalds. This was one of Janine's compromising situations in which she often found herself. Every single day, Janine would go to McDonalds, and sit quietly inside the play-pen, with all the little plastic balls around her, and stare off into space. Every single day. She became a spectacle of sorts to her fellow coworkers who caught her by chance when getting lunch. And then every single day, they as well, would go and watch her in the play-pen, and try to figure out just what was going on in that mysterious head of Janine Gorjanc.
It's such a sad, sad story. I mean, to find your own daughter wrapped in plastic, DEAD (strangled), when you had all the hope in the world prior to that, that she was still alive, sound, and healthy--that's just terrible. My parents tell me all the time: A parent should never outlive their child. What a depressing story. Anyway, that's all I'm given to sharing at the moment. Just thought it was the part that stands out the most in this book so far. Hasta la vista.
Monday, August 29, 2011
yo.
I was born tomorrow
today I live
yesterday killed me.
I flipped open a book and there this was. It's quite depressing, but isn't it delightfully written? Yeppity. It almost compelled me to read the rest of the book, but I decided against it. Too many things to do, such as buy a chocolate cake for my chocolate-craving family members, like myself (I'm at meijer). That's it for today, I just felt the need to share this li'l snippet. Ciao.
today I live
yesterday killed me.
I flipped open a book and there this was. It's quite depressing, but isn't it delightfully written? Yeppity. It almost compelled me to read the rest of the book, but I decided against it. Too many things to do, such as buy a chocolate cake for my chocolate-craving family members, like myself (I'm at meijer). That's it for today, I just felt the need to share this li'l snippet. Ciao.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
That old personality test.
I am a Mastermind. Obviously.
My personality test compliments me, and I'm satisfied. Apparently, I am categorized as an INTJ, which breaks down into:
moderately expressed introvert (what a conundrum)
moderately expressed intuitive personality
moderately expressed thinking personality
slightly expressed judging personality.
Huh. Why can't I ever be fully expressed? I think I'd rather be one thing or another, but not only moderately or slightly something. It's like I can't make up my mind or something. That's ridiculous. That last one especially doesn't sit right with me. I mean, slightly expressed judging personality? I judge. A lot. I judge people a lot, I mean. I know we're not supposed to and everything, but I do anyway. It's an unconscious habit--but hey, at least I admit it. I suppose the first one doesn't make much sense either, but I guess it applies to me. I'm not the kind of person to yell out in class, or openly display my judge-y-ness, so I'll let that one slide.
That was my little schmlerp for the day.
Hasta Manana.
My personality test compliments me, and I'm satisfied. Apparently, I am categorized as an INTJ, which breaks down into:
moderately expressed introvert (what a conundrum)
moderately expressed intuitive personality
moderately expressed thinking personality
slightly expressed judging personality.
Huh. Why can't I ever be fully expressed? I think I'd rather be one thing or another, but not only moderately or slightly something. It's like I can't make up my mind or something. That's ridiculous. That last one especially doesn't sit right with me. I mean, slightly expressed judging personality? I judge. A lot. I judge people a lot, I mean. I know we're not supposed to and everything, but I do anyway. It's an unconscious habit--but hey, at least I admit it. I suppose the first one doesn't make much sense either, but I guess it applies to me. I'm not the kind of person to yell out in class, or openly display my judge-y-ness, so I'll let that one slide.
That was my little schmlerp for the day.
Hasta Manana.
Friday, August 26, 2011
The Here and Now
Currently, I'm reading:
Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris
And I've regretfully finished:
Read My Lips by Teri Brown
This week: 277 pages
SENTENCES THIS WEEK:
There's only one, and it has nothing to do with etymology or reading. But it was hilarious, and I sincerely hope you didn't just have to be there, to think it's funny. I'll paint a scenario. Here goes:
It actually happened 7th period today. We were all sitting in math class, and the teacher starts pointing to people and asking if anyone knows their names, on account of how we are supposed to be learning eachothers' names. The teacher jokes around and asks, "who's that ugly kid sitting back there?" Nobody knew his name of course, and said nothing. Then all of a sudden the kid sitting next to him goes (in a slow, sure voice, as if he actually knows what he's talking about)
"HIS NAME'S EASY TO REMEMBER CAUSE 'U-G-L-Y' HAS FOUR LETTERS AND 'R-O-B-B-I-E HAS SIX."
I busted out laughing. People these days, I wonder about them.
Anyway, that's my sentence of the week.
Hasta Luego.
Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris
And I've regretfully finished:
Read My Lips by Teri Brown
This week: 277 pages
SENTENCES THIS WEEK:
There's only one, and it has nothing to do with etymology or reading. But it was hilarious, and I sincerely hope you didn't just have to be there, to think it's funny. I'll paint a scenario. Here goes:
It actually happened 7th period today. We were all sitting in math class, and the teacher starts pointing to people and asking if anyone knows their names, on account of how we are supposed to be learning eachothers' names. The teacher jokes around and asks, "who's that ugly kid sitting back there?" Nobody knew his name of course, and said nothing. Then all of a sudden the kid sitting next to him goes (in a slow, sure voice, as if he actually knows what he's talking about)
"HIS NAME'S EASY TO REMEMBER CAUSE 'U-G-L-Y' HAS FOUR LETTERS AND 'R-O-B-B-I-E HAS SIX."
I busted out laughing. People these days, I wonder about them.
Anyway, that's my sentence of the week.
Hasta Luego.
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