Allow me to detail a very unhappy experience. Not one of the worst in my life -- not by a long shot. However, it's still pretty bad, and I'm sure some day I will look back and laugh at today. But right now, I don't feel like laughing. As the Headline states, It's a Twista. That's right, tornados. I live in a dorm. I'm supposed to call it a "Residence Hall" because, (as my bosses like to repeat as they brainwash me) "A dorm is a place where people sleep. A Residence Hall is a pla...

I am sad. So sad. I have had my heart broken. I don't get to watch House M.D. for THREE WEEKS! Why would they do this to me? I need my House! I'm addicted to him like he's addicted to those pills. I'm going to go cry myself to sleep now! Seriously, the old man has let me down. I'm not sure if he's interested or not. I'm trying not to be a princess. I don't expect him to call every day. I really don't. However, he said he would call, and he didn't. He stil hasn't for that m...

I had the great pleasure to meet Neil Gaiman when he came to my school last November. I went to a private Q&A session with him that afternoon, and then went to his talk that night. He was amazing. Funny, charming, and so smart that I felt like a moron sitting in the audience. I had the even greater pleasure of getting a few of my books signed. One of the books I had signed was Fragile Things . It is Gaiman's latest work -- a collection of short stories and poems ("If you're one of th...

A while back, I wrote an article about finding love online: Link since that time, I have been talking with a very nice young man. So far, he has proven to be funny, smart, witty, handsome, and an absolute dork. He is everything I asked Cupid for. We've spoken for hours upon hours. Long emails and even longer phone conversations have led to a desire to meet. But man am I nervous. I know he's waiting for me to say, "Ok, it's time to meet." because he's told me that he wants to m...

M&M's Evolution Theory Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the...

M&M's Evolution Theory Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the...

Link This is so sad. I hope this never happens to me. It seems hard to believe that over a year could go by before someone realized that this poor man was dead. If this is how he died, it makes you wonder how he lived.

Long before the attacks of 9-11, America has been living a double life. We are the country of freedoms: freedom of speech, of press, of assembly. Yet we are also a country that has little problem denying these freedoms whenever we feel the need. We deny them to those not living in our country, and at times to our own citizens. Post 9-11 these crimes against freedom and privacy have increased perhaps not dramatically, but technologically. But first, a history lesson: Americans have ...

I was tired today. More than the usual tired. I was eyes-drooping, head-nodding, spacing-out tired. I had three cups of coffee before heading to class, and still had a difficult time trying not to nod off in the middle of lecture. During my hour break, I decided to head to my room to grab a little nap. "Who knows?" I thought, "Why not just skip choir, and keep sleeping?" "That sounds like such a good idea, self." I said to, well, myself. "I'm glad you thought of that." "I'm glad too...

As kids, we used to write letters to Santa. I have decided to write a letter to Cupid on this St. Valentine's day. Dear Cupid, All I want this Valentine's Day is, well, love. I have been a very good girl all year, and so I think I deserve to find love this year. I'm going to be specific this year though. You have tricked me before, so I'm spelling it all out this time. 1. I want a man. I'm not saying this because I feel the need to specify between male and female, but because ...

I once posted a "Funny things to do in LotR". Now, a friend has emailed this to me. And, since I promised this blog would be about dorky things, I thought it only appropriate that I post it here: #5 -- "Go not by that path, Aragorn! For my young companion Osment sees dead people!" #4 -- "Smeagol, do you like movies about gladiators?" (I like Airplane, so I laughed at this one for a second) #3 -- "You sure you ain't never been just a wee bit curious, Mr. Frodo?" (Yuck...lol) ...

Love is not breakfast in bed… love is a box of tissues and a bottle of Nyquil when you have a cold. Love is not chocolates for Valentine’s Day, love is chocolate during “that time of the month”. Love is not cut flowers… love is remembering to water the potted plants. Love is not fireworks… love is friendship. Love is not perfections… love is compromise. We do not expect the love of family and friends to complete us. We do not expect their love to make us happy. We do not expect the...

I think of myself as a pretty typical female. I do girlie things. I wear makeup, I get my hair fixed, and I watch chick flicks (but only sometimes) I seem, however, to have fallen into another female trap. I don't like calling guys. I want the boy to make the first move. It is very unfair of me, but hey... I'm not the only one. (yes, I realize that this is a weak justification, but it's my blog. I'll do what I want) As I have written before, I'm looking for love from an online dati...

What is Love? As the dreaded 14th comes ever closer, it leaves people wondering, "what is love?" Is it chocolates and flowers (aka dead plant life and sugar-and-fat blocks)? Is it being hit in the heart by one of the naked, fat boy's arrows? Is it candlelight? Is it friendship? Is it unconditional? Is it forever or can it fade? Is there only one love, or can a person have many? Is it true, or illusion? Does it exist in real life, or only in the movies? Are there soul mates, or love...

A long time ago, someone requested that I put my thesis on JU. Well, the actual thesis is very long, so here are the notes I used when I presented it. Enjoy! (Or run away as fast as you can) Welcome to my presentation of Mythology, Fantasy Literature and the Modern Reader. What is the hold fantasy literature seems to have on its readers? What magic spell does it cast on readers from different countries, age groups, and backgrounds? I believe this is because contemporary fantasy litera...