1:47 a.m. Monday night. I locked my keys in my car at the YMCA. Not cool. Luckily I had friends there who took me back to school. It was slightly snowing. My room was warm and inviting. There were two new animals in my room (not that we have any animals yet) but there they were. The smallest goldfish I have ever seen. Dyan and Andrew picked them out at Walmart. We elected to name them Mulatto (one has black on it's fins), and tweed, slightly bigger than Mulatto. They are cute. We decided that it was time to clean off our "nov 3 is gonna be NIIIICE" slogan, and now there is a special christmas message for all to see. You'll have to stroll towards the girls dorm from college ave. I'm pretty sure you'll spot it. Enjoi & Goodnight.
Oh, I recently discovered that I dont want to be a republican or a democrat. I'm not sure where this leaves me. I am exploring my Indie options as far as parties go. Who needs a party anyways?
Then there is the whole school of thought (which I happen to believe in as well) that no party other than the republicans or the democrats will ever be elected, so I should just pick one and vote for them so that my vote will actually matter in the whole scheme of things. I'm not sure what I believe anymore. It is on my mind though. I'm tired of the whole stodgy republican approach, but democrats are too ADD for me. They mean well, but can never get organized enough to do anything. Well, I have a while to contemplate this still... until fall of 2007, right? I sure hope so.
Goodnight for reals.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
an utter catastrophe
You may or may not have been aware of my vehicle situation. For those caught unaware, I will elaborate on my means of transportation.
In the summer of 2004, a black '96 Toyota Tercel came into my life via means of a large settlement check I received. We have been inseperable ever since. We've covered a lot of ground, driven to TN and back, spent summers carwashing in the shade (with a black car, it's too hot to wash in the sun), running over the occaisonal tumbleweed (still under my car btw.) and hitting the occaisonal cyclist. We've even had near death experiences such as driving in Portland on black ice.
Lately, my car has been winding down. Don't get me wrong, she still runs great. This past summer, I managed to rip a hole in my seat, and back under a tree, snapping off my antenna. Don't ask me how, I don't know. I purchased nice leather seat covers to cover the hole and protect it from further damage that might occur over the next few years that I drive my car. One evening, the girls and I were heading out for an exciting saturday night event. We were all dressed up. One girl was so excited that she accidentally snapped off my passenger door handle. The door can still be opened, but it requires a bit of skill. Today, months later, I snapped off my driver's side door handle. At least both sides of my car are now identical.
I need to find 2 door handles to replace those that are now broken. There seems to be a plethora of Tercels on the WWC campus. Maybe I'll just snag a couple of their door handles...or I could just switch cars with the other girl who owns the same car as me... now there's a thought!
In the summer of 2004, a black '96 Toyota Tercel came into my life via means of a large settlement check I received. We have been inseperable ever since. We've covered a lot of ground, driven to TN and back, spent summers carwashing in the shade (with a black car, it's too hot to wash in the sun), running over the occaisonal tumbleweed (still under my car btw.) and hitting the occaisonal cyclist. We've even had near death experiences such as driving in Portland on black ice.
Lately, my car has been winding down. Don't get me wrong, she still runs great. This past summer, I managed to rip a hole in my seat, and back under a tree, snapping off my antenna. Don't ask me how, I don't know. I purchased nice leather seat covers to cover the hole and protect it from further damage that might occur over the next few years that I drive my car. One evening, the girls and I were heading out for an exciting saturday night event. We were all dressed up. One girl was so excited that she accidentally snapped off my passenger door handle. The door can still be opened, but it requires a bit of skill. Today, months later, I snapped off my driver's side door handle. At least both sides of my car are now identical.
I need to find 2 door handles to replace those that are now broken. There seems to be a plethora of Tercels on the WWC campus. Maybe I'll just snag a couple of their door handles...or I could just switch cars with the other girl who owns the same car as me... now there's a thought!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
A Shameless Review
A few of you may be aware of how excited I was that Borat came out in Walla Walla today. The excitement was soon replaced with sharp, excruciating waves of nausea upon viewing the hotel scene. If you have seen the film, you will know what I am talking about. I almost dont even want to look at men in the same way any more. Especially those of eastern european descent. I couldn't watch for a whole 10 minutes. the male nudity was so bad.
Coming from one who evangelized this film, this may seem a harsh rebuke. However, all male nudity aside, the film was rediculasly crass, but funny. Racial slurrs were interspersed amongst many an awkward social situation, and the theater was full of laughter. I had to catch myself a few times when laughing about a chocolate face/vanilla face joke. Other memorable parts were the extended table tennis scenes, the description of Borat's deseased wife, and frightened children running from an ice cream truck with a bear in it. The thing that takes the cake is in a scene close to the end, where Borat bags his bride-to-be, Pamela Anderson, at one of her book signings, and passes it off as being a Khazak tradition. Rediculous...
If you are okay with extreme male nudity, go ahead and watch this movie, but be warned. If you are faint at heart, but enjoy racial slurrs, awkward situations, and the sexist repression of women, also proceed with caution. If you have no moral objections to anything and absolutely no class whatsoever, by all means, be my guest in viewing this controvercial and seemingly plotless reality movie with no shame or regret.
If you have questions or comments or object completely... I'd love to hear about it.
Coming from one who evangelized this film, this may seem a harsh rebuke. However, all male nudity aside, the film was rediculasly crass, but funny. Racial slurrs were interspersed amongst many an awkward social situation, and the theater was full of laughter. I had to catch myself a few times when laughing about a chocolate face/vanilla face joke. Other memorable parts were the extended table tennis scenes, the description of Borat's deseased wife, and frightened children running from an ice cream truck with a bear in it. The thing that takes the cake is in a scene close to the end, where Borat bags his bride-to-be, Pamela Anderson, at one of her book signings, and passes it off as being a Khazak tradition. Rediculous...
If you are okay with extreme male nudity, go ahead and watch this movie, but be warned. If you are faint at heart, but enjoy racial slurrs, awkward situations, and the sexist repression of women, also proceed with caution. If you have no moral objections to anything and absolutely no class whatsoever, by all means, be my guest in viewing this controvercial and seemingly plotless reality movie with no shame or regret.
If you have questions or comments or object completely... I'd love to hear about it.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Borat Bomb Threat
As many of you know, my roommate Dyan and I really like Borat. For those of you who dont know who/what Borat is, look him up on Youtube. We named our plants Borat, Natalia, and Tisché (if you read my last blog, you'd already know that).
This amazing movie is set to come out in theatres Nov. the 3rd. We were so excited that a few days ago, we wrote "Nov. 3. It's going to be NIIICE!" on our window in large white letters with window chalk. We were just announcing to the world that Borat was coming out soon.
I came back to my room tonight and Dyan informed me that we had to either add more of an explaination to our window, such as "movie fun" or we could clean the writing off our window. Apparently, girls had been worried, confused, stupid and asked the dean's and RA's what was going on on Nov. the 3rd. There were rumors of bomb threats even.
Our window was even brought up in tonite's RA meeting. Insane.
Easy people, you just need to be a little more aware of pop culture. It's not a bomb. Suggested ammendments to the window included: Borat Movie, Nov. 3, It's gonna be nice" or my personal favourite, "Bitch Please! It's a Movie!"
This amazing movie is set to come out in theatres Nov. the 3rd. We were so excited that a few days ago, we wrote "Nov. 3. It's going to be NIIICE!" on our window in large white letters with window chalk. We were just announcing to the world that Borat was coming out soon.
I came back to my room tonight and Dyan informed me that we had to either add more of an explaination to our window, such as "movie fun" or we could clean the writing off our window. Apparently, girls had been worried, confused, stupid and asked the dean's and RA's what was going on on Nov. the 3rd. There were rumors of bomb threats even.
Our window was even brought up in tonite's RA meeting. Insane.
Easy people, you just need to be a little more aware of pop culture. It's not a bomb. Suggested ammendments to the window included: Borat Movie, Nov. 3, It's gonna be nice" or my personal favourite, "Bitch Please! It's a Movie!"
Monday, October 23, 2006
Earth Friendly
As some of you may know already, my room is green and brown and tan. It's a relaxing change from what my room was last school year. I'll be honest. I'm not a big purple fan. (apologies to my x... Roommate that is..) This year, things are better. My room makes me feel good. I recently made a rather extensive pillow/throw purchase to re-vamp my bed into a gorgeous day bed/lounge area. It's so hot.
I have mentioned in a previous blog that I would like to try my thumbs out on gardening. I took a big step tonite at 10:30. Yes, I hit up walmart and bought a rather handsome plant that turned out to be three small plants. Other items purchased include premium potting soil, and another pot.
I re-planted them on the picknic tables in front of the College Store. If you find to you dismay that there is a pile of dirt where you'd like to study, I'm sorry. It's dirt. It happens. Ah the smell of soil.. dusty and light. A great experience. Hopefully Tisché, Natalia and Borat survive. (dyan and I have named them already!!!) Stay tuned for photos.
I have mentioned in a previous blog that I would like to try my thumbs out on gardening. I took a big step tonite at 10:30. Yes, I hit up walmart and bought a rather handsome plant that turned out to be three small plants. Other items purchased include premium potting soil, and another pot.
I re-planted them on the picknic tables in front of the College Store. If you find to you dismay that there is a pile of dirt where you'd like to study, I'm sorry. It's dirt. It happens. Ah the smell of soil.. dusty and light. A great experience. Hopefully Tisché, Natalia and Borat survive. (dyan and I have named them already!!!) Stay tuned for photos.
Sunday, October 8, 2006
Backstabber
Yes. I am a loser. I lost my I.D. card already. I know it is ONLY the second week of school. Some how I managed it. Oh well. I'll at least have a better picture, whereas my last one was me running with my mouth open past the camera on my way to buy books for my first class...I'd like to take the time to point out that it was not an attractive portrait of who I am at all. (Please see the MASK for a more attractive portrayal).
Losing my I.D. card means that I can't get into my room at all... so last night when I came home (aka dorm) at 2:30 a.m. I realized that I couldnt get in my room. I called front desk thinking that one of the deans (who was just there when I walked in) would come up and unlock my door.
Apparently not. I guess it was necessary to call my poor sleeping R.A. to unlock my door instead of taking the elevator one floor up. Shame. Oh well, I guess that's what you get for showing up the rest of us with your goody-tooshoed-ness and getting to be an R.A. I guess I'm either too much of a free spirit, or the deans just think I'm a badass. Whatever. I thought it would have been a decent way to earn some money out of my already sleep deprived nights.
One dean here in particular reminds me of ... a snake? She (ok, i'm getting real specific here with the gender, see if you can guess who...) can be so nice to your face, and then just turns around and stabs you in the back... kind of like what I'm doing to her right now... Ok... bad blog topic.
I apologize for any deans who may or may not have read this but are just offended in general with who I am. I'm sorry and goodmorning.
Losing my I.D. card means that I can't get into my room at all... so last night when I came home (aka dorm) at 2:30 a.m. I realized that I couldnt get in my room. I called front desk thinking that one of the deans (who was just there when I walked in) would come up and unlock my door.
Apparently not. I guess it was necessary to call my poor sleeping R.A. to unlock my door instead of taking the elevator one floor up. Shame. Oh well, I guess that's what you get for showing up the rest of us with your goody-tooshoed-ness and getting to be an R.A. I guess I'm either too much of a free spirit, or the deans just think I'm a badass. Whatever. I thought it would have been a decent way to earn some money out of my already sleep deprived nights.
One dean here in particular reminds me of ... a snake? She (ok, i'm getting real specific here with the gender, see if you can guess who...) can be so nice to your face, and then just turns around and stabs you in the back... kind of like what I'm doing to her right now... Ok... bad blog topic.
I apologize for any deans who may or may not have read this but are just offended in general with who I am. I'm sorry and goodmorning.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Rain and Sparks
Sitting here in my frigid dorm room facing college ave, I find myself missing my summer roommate. Kaskade's 'It's You, It's Me' blairs from a trendy looking iMac G5. Cars pass by. It's getting dark and a little drizzle is falling. Coldplay's 'Sparks' comes on and takes me away. I could daydream all day in my room. My view is gorgeous, perfectly chosen. The rain and smooth, mellow sounds make me a little lonely. I realize I havent seen my family in ages. I am surrounded by a large number of friends even though school hasnt started, but I still miss my family.
Seven years ago, I would never have imagined myself where I am now. I hated my family, the world, and never suspected that I'd have ended up here, at WWC. From that to this. It's funny how things turn out... and how others dont. Going to Southern for a year. How did I even end up there? I haven't a clue.
My room is missing plants. I'm thinking about getting some dirt from a flowerbed outside, putting it in my empty little russian flowerpot. As far as buying a plant, I am not going to buy one. There's plenty already here in the dorm. I'll steal half a plant that's ready to be repotted, and put it in my room. I hope I have a green thumb still. I was quite the little gardener as a child.
I have early memories of playing in a garden while we still lived in Germany. We had pumpkin plants and pumpkin pie eventually. My dad is kind of a hippie. He has a green thumb and he used to find vacant lots around town and start his own gardens there. I used to think it was a bad idea and get embarassed. We had no gardening space back then, and it was a great idea. I kind of want to do that here in Walla Walla if I end up staying here next summer. Living in the dorm, I have no gardening space and it seems like a relaxing hobby. Who knows. I can make College Place a greener place!
We'll see if it actually happens.
ciao.
Seven years ago, I would never have imagined myself where I am now. I hated my family, the world, and never suspected that I'd have ended up here, at WWC. From that to this. It's funny how things turn out... and how others dont. Going to Southern for a year. How did I even end up there? I haven't a clue.
My room is missing plants. I'm thinking about getting some dirt from a flowerbed outside, putting it in my empty little russian flowerpot. As far as buying a plant, I am not going to buy one. There's plenty already here in the dorm. I'll steal half a plant that's ready to be repotted, and put it in my room. I hope I have a green thumb still. I was quite the little gardener as a child.
I have early memories of playing in a garden while we still lived in Germany. We had pumpkin plants and pumpkin pie eventually. My dad is kind of a hippie. He has a green thumb and he used to find vacant lots around town and start his own gardens there. I used to think it was a bad idea and get embarassed. We had no gardening space back then, and it was a great idea. I kind of want to do that here in Walla Walla if I end up staying here next summer. Living in the dorm, I have no gardening space and it seems like a relaxing hobby. Who knows. I can make College Place a greener place!
We'll see if it actually happens.
ciao.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Hot Show
Yes. I saw what i can only believe was a street hooker. Actually she was probably an "entertainer." She was standing on the corner of 39th and Hawthorne in black lingeree, heels and fishnets, all while talking to a few people. Awesome "I know I'm in portland when... " moment.
Anyways, that's not the "hot show" I was speaking of. This last Saturday, my long-time side-kick Natalie Joy Crosby turned the epic age of 21. To celebrate, Kacey and I drove to Portland and crashed at Nan's dad's house. (Amazing house 2 blocks off hawthorne, I'm planning to buy it in like 10 years... it has a sunroom, hardwood floors...awesome front porch, i'm in love! Actually, it probably wont happen...) Saturday we slept in and... shame of all shames... we didnt attend church. Instead we went to fred meyers to get waffles + Nutella... we had no food to speak of, so it was justified. I'm sure of it. Positively sure.
The amazing show was at the Crystal Ballroom. This last weekend, musicfest Nw was going down in Portland. There were great shows everywhere. Smoosh (two 14 year old looking girls with amazing skills played. They had great baselines, and good beats. The girl on the drums was pretty much the runner up to my hero of the night. Next, a band that I didnt catch the name of. they were good, reminiscent of coldplay, a little darker, but similiar vox.
Then, this blonde guy took the stage with nothing but a guitar and a boom box. I thought he was a complete joke, until i recognized half of what he was playing. Turns out, he is the front man of Spoon. Amazing band. look 'em up if you havent already. He now lives in Portland, and is loving it.
Ok. The most amazing band of the evening: the helio sequence.
I cant even begin to describe their greatness. natalie gave me their cd, and i thought they were okay, but now i have a new appreciation for them. The drummer was amazing. Such enthusiasm, feeling, and turns out he's modest mouse's drummmer too, Benjamin Weikel. Amazing guy. The vocals were shouted, but the amazing space-vibe wailings of ... gosh, I dont now what it came from, but it was amazing... were spine chillingly beautiful. The lead singer/guitarist, brandon summers seemed contained. Calm almost, as he swaggered around the stage, spouting off vox and amazing riffs. In short, I loved it and I cant describe it. For more, go to www.myspace.com/theheliosequence.
That is all.
Anyways, that's not the "hot show" I was speaking of. This last Saturday, my long-time side-kick Natalie Joy Crosby turned the epic age of 21. To celebrate, Kacey and I drove to Portland and crashed at Nan's dad's house. (Amazing house 2 blocks off hawthorne, I'm planning to buy it in like 10 years... it has a sunroom, hardwood floors...awesome front porch, i'm in love! Actually, it probably wont happen...) Saturday we slept in and... shame of all shames... we didnt attend church. Instead we went to fred meyers to get waffles + Nutella... we had no food to speak of, so it was justified. I'm sure of it. Positively sure.
The amazing show was at the Crystal Ballroom. This last weekend, musicfest Nw was going down in Portland. There were great shows everywhere. Smoosh (two 14 year old looking girls with amazing skills played. They had great baselines, and good beats. The girl on the drums was pretty much the runner up to my hero of the night. Next, a band that I didnt catch the name of. they were good, reminiscent of coldplay, a little darker, but similiar vox.
Then, this blonde guy took the stage with nothing but a guitar and a boom box. I thought he was a complete joke, until i recognized half of what he was playing. Turns out, he is the front man of Spoon. Amazing band. look 'em up if you havent already. He now lives in Portland, and is loving it.
Ok. The most amazing band of the evening: the helio sequence.
I cant even begin to describe their greatness. natalie gave me their cd, and i thought they were okay, but now i have a new appreciation for them. The drummer was amazing. Such enthusiasm, feeling, and turns out he's modest mouse's drummmer too, Benjamin Weikel. Amazing guy. The vocals were shouted, but the amazing space-vibe wailings of ... gosh, I dont now what it came from, but it was amazing... were spine chillingly beautiful. The lead singer/guitarist, brandon summers seemed contained. Calm almost, as he swaggered around the stage, spouting off vox and amazing riffs. In short, I loved it and I cant describe it. For more, go to www.myspace.com/theheliosequence.
That is all.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Speak Up
People don't communicate. I used to think that it was only guys that had communication issues. Typical stereotype. I have met some men very good at communicating what they wanted. The typical person doesn't have the courage to just speak up for themselves. I began to wonder, why is it that people don't just speak up?
After some recent 'field research' I've determined why no one will speak up. Nobody knows what they really want in life, what their passion is. They arent passionate about their lives. They dont realize that, ultimately, they make the decision where their life goes. Figuring out what you're passionate about is a step in the right direction.
After some recent 'field research' I've determined why no one will speak up. Nobody knows what they really want in life, what their passion is. They arent passionate about their lives. They dont realize that, ultimately, they make the decision where their life goes. Figuring out what you're passionate about is a step in the right direction.
Monday, August 7, 2006
Emo Anorexia
After contemplating how to spend our Saturday night, Natalie, Kacey and I decided upon some local "Battle of the Bands" being hosted by that new coffee/art house VERVE. Sounded cool, but as can be expected, it turned out to be a bunch of emo teens, mostly ranging in age from 13 (shocking!) to at the most, 17.
After standing around on the sidelines, debating whether or not to leave and do something better with my time, we spotted a familiar face. Yes, it was the attractive/super-cool guy who waited on my friends and I at our usual Friday ladies lunch. We (meaning I) decided to stay. There were super cool kids there, but it wasn't as much fun, because we couldn't say they were hot. Come on, they weren't even legal. (Not that they need be [we don't do those sort of things]) (too many parentheses).
Perusing all of the teens that were out, we noticed a trend in the guys clothing. Very tight black jeans, reminiscent of 'My Chemical Romance'. Natalie and I decided that we need to be able to wear pants such as these at least once. To be emo posers for just one day. To do so, both of us need to become anorexic. Thus, the birth of the Emo-Anorex Diet.
The plan is to eat nothing, and then after we become deathly/skeletally thin, we will wear our emo pants for one day. Soon after, we will eat only fruits and veggies, hopefully to regain our health/become a bit more normal. (I'd like to point out that we are not actually going to do this, it was just a scheme, the product of not enough to do on a Saturday night). Hint-hint!!!
After standing around on the sidelines, debating whether or not to leave and do something better with my time, we spotted a familiar face. Yes, it was the attractive/super-cool guy who waited on my friends and I at our usual Friday ladies lunch. We (meaning I) decided to stay. There were super cool kids there, but it wasn't as much fun, because we couldn't say they were hot. Come on, they weren't even legal. (Not that they need be [we don't do those sort of things]) (too many parentheses).
Perusing all of the teens that were out, we noticed a trend in the guys clothing. Very tight black jeans, reminiscent of 'My Chemical Romance'. Natalie and I decided that we need to be able to wear pants such as these at least once. To be emo posers for just one day. To do so, both of us need to become anorexic. Thus, the birth of the Emo-Anorex Diet.
The plan is to eat nothing, and then after we become deathly/skeletally thin, we will wear our emo pants for one day. Soon after, we will eat only fruits and veggies, hopefully to regain our health/become a bit more normal. (I'd like to point out that we are not actually going to do this, it was just a scheme, the product of not enough to do on a Saturday night). Hint-hint!!!
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Ice Ice?
People (namely those in their early twenties) don't know how to appreciate life. I've come to realize growing up in the ghetto to appreciate what I have. Why not a dentist or a doctor? Why not make $100,000 dollars a year? I want to love my life, love what I do, and not feel trapped in a career that I don't enjoy. How does appreciation and loving your job tie together? Knowing how to appreciate the small things in life makes you a happier person in general. Move on, forget your troubled past, but never forget where you've been and are coming from. This also makes you appreciate life more.
What ever happened to Vanilla Ice?
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Friday, July 28, 2006
dad in a hurry+paperwork=adelle
So you know when you say and do things you don't mean? Well, I hate that. Trying to explain yourself and apologize for things you thought you meant, but didn't really because you were not all there is not my idea of fun. It is a bit awkward. I'm not sure if I should just be bluntly honest, or if I should laugh everything off. What if I really did mean some things and I just don't realize it because they are buried in my subconscious? What if I didn't? What if none of it is what I think it is? I need to not worry you about my life or my sanity. I'm sorry. If you think this is about you, it's probably not. It's just the general statement of my life. Confusion is my middle name. No, that's a lie. Adelle is. It was supposed to be Adele, but my dad was in such a hurry to leave when filling out paperwork that he miss-spelled it. Top that.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
We got a blow-up pool!
It's summer and it's soooooooo hot here in Walla Walla. My roommate and I just got back from tri-cities last night and we had a blast. We were at lake Wallula in the afternoon and then we drove to Kennewick to go mini golfing. we decided to eat, seeing as i hadnt eaten all day, and happened upon taco del mar. I ate these beach tacos. They were out of control! super good, but they fell apart really easy and my hands got really salsa-ee... moving on, after that eating fiasco (it was good, just messy), we realized we were too late to go minigolfing, so we went to target instead. Several of my friends are getting married, so i went shopping on their bridal registry lists. Fun stuff!
My roomate, on the other hand had other plans. She and her boyfriend happened upon a blow up pool, which we blew up last night and put on our patio. We had a midnight swim with grape soda in martini glasses, and then covered it with a tarp.... we have a blow up pool!!!! how cool is that!!?!?!?
My roomate, on the other hand had other plans. She and her boyfriend happened upon a blow up pool, which we blew up last night and put on our patio. We had a midnight swim with grape soda in martini glasses, and then covered it with a tarp.... we have a blow up pool!!!! how cool is that!!?!?!?
Friday, May 19, 2006
I hit a CYCLIST with my car...
Yea, so i was driving along peacefully, enjoyin' the beautiful weather/scenery around whitman college yesterday with my long time pal Natalie Crosby... Just cruisin at around 20mph when these two guys riding bikes came perpendicularly towards where I was driving... one guy turned onto the sidewalk, the other straight on into the street... he saw me and i saw him, i tried to stop/turn away, and he did to, but not quick enough. he didnt turn quite sharp enough to miss me, so instead, he collided, bike and all into the front right hood/tire area, flew up over my hood, onto the roof, and rolled off the side of my car...
now, you can imagine the thoughts that went through my head, along with the choice bits of the american language that escaped my lips... thoughts of vehicular homicide and images of broken legs, arms, and crushed skulls flashed through my mind. i'll never be able to drive again, i thought. my insurance will pretty much scrape the sky... i'll hve to sell my car.. and if indeed i did commit vehicular hommicide, i'll go to jail!!!
well, turns out he was alive, awake, got up, and was just scratched. he was more worried about my car than his own well being. I, on the other hand, was more concerned with his safety, and whether he really was okay. I stayed and chatted with him for a little bit about the experience, and i told him i didnt mind the scratch he'd put on my car, as long as he was okay.
Coming from someone who has never even hit an animal, hitting a human was a nerve shattering experience, and i dont recommend trying it anytime soon if you can help it.
I am a lot more careful of my surroundings now, and i'm sure he is much more careful before he decides to ride across streets without looking both ways. :)
now, you can imagine the thoughts that went through my head, along with the choice bits of the american language that escaped my lips... thoughts of vehicular homicide and images of broken legs, arms, and crushed skulls flashed through my mind. i'll never be able to drive again, i thought. my insurance will pretty much scrape the sky... i'll hve to sell my car.. and if indeed i did commit vehicular hommicide, i'll go to jail!!!
well, turns out he was alive, awake, got up, and was just scratched. he was more worried about my car than his own well being. I, on the other hand, was more concerned with his safety, and whether he really was okay. I stayed and chatted with him for a little bit about the experience, and i told him i didnt mind the scratch he'd put on my car, as long as he was okay.
Coming from someone who has never even hit an animal, hitting a human was a nerve shattering experience, and i dont recommend trying it anytime soon if you can help it.
I am a lot more careful of my surroundings now, and i'm sure he is much more careful before he decides to ride across streets without looking both ways. :)
Friday, March 10, 2006
I Wish
I wish that I had the time and ability to write fantastic blogs all the time, but I cant. That is too bad because I would bestow my wisdom on all of you in heaps. I really like Imogen Heap. I really like online radio, but I'm not really into the whole "commercial" thing. Alas, I will say no more, other than if you actually wanted to know more about me, you would ask. I dont bite. :)
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