Anyways, school has been as overwhelming as usually. No more, but no less. When school hasn’t occupied me I’ve been busy posting on the Higher Things forums, or reading and commenting on the 50-ish blogs I read, or reading and responding to Mouth House mail, or reading, or going for runs and bike rides and dog walks, .......or just putting off or forgetting that I even had a blog ....heh....
Today was/is everything trash day in our development. People throw out everything imaginable, and other people look for and find everything imaginable. Yesterday my mom found a cool orange chair. It needs a teeny bit of fixing up and a quick sponge off, but it’s a shade of my favourite colour (I do prefer a red-orange).I decided this morning (or rather re-decided) that Pennsylvania is frustrating. Back out in Ohio or even more in Chicago, when you have a lot of bright, clear, happy, sun-shiny days in a row it’s called normal nice weather. Here we’ve had a period of great days like that, and I was really happy. I feel a lot happier when there’s sunshine. Too much cloud for too long makes me get a leettle beet depressed. Then they started getting worried because out here long periods of sun is a drought threat. Grr... PA. Now it’s overcast again. Maybe this happens because they don’t get those efficient pouring quick cats-and-dogs thunderstorms from the great lakes that Chicago and
Cleveland get. I miss 100+ degree sunny days and big warm summer thunderstorms.Don’t worry though. I’m not depressed yet. I just was thinking about that this morning and thought y’all might appreciate any sign that I was still alive. Did I manage to convince you I am alive? Ha! Fooled you. ;-) :-P :-P
Have fun, y’all!
“Hell is that way...” *points down* “...and Texas is that way...” *points up* “...right, Brian?” (an interesting conversation in Economics class after somebody inexplicably pointed down to say where California was; Brain is from Texas)
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You're alive!!! And I was the first person to notice too. ^_^ Cool.. -goes back to lurking-
Aye, dark weather depresses me too. A touch of SAD, have you, mayhap?
If hell is down, and Texas above you, then is Penn. earth? And what of Canada? Purgatory?
Hehe! I live in the land of perpetual purgatory???
Ok, now I'll actually comment on the stuff *Aaron* said. :-)
But -if you're not alive- then I don't have a twin! *runs away sobbing*
*runs back*
Cloudy weather affects me if it's for too many days in a row.
That chair is your favourite colour? (Aaron replies: "No, it is my *favorite* *color*) ;)
1- you can get awesome stuff if you go trash picking in the right neighborhoods (aka the rich ones). My cousin found a gas grill in the trash, for crying out loud..... and I see nothing embarrassing about admitting that you go trash picking, either. ha.
2- I have an orange desk chair that I found at a garage sale, but it's ugly and I still haven't re-covered it.... hmm.....
3- I actually *like* clouds and rain and things (and fog is just COOL), but I'm melancholy that way.... sometimes..... sun is too bright.... the brightness! augh! o_0
4- I can't remember what else you blogged about. oh well. :P
Your pictures are good, the chair and house. The chair makes me want to know the story behind the chair. The house could pass for a house in Austria, especially with those hills in the background.
Maria of These Curious Minds is also going to the Feast.
Cheers.
Em: Yes. I'm alive. Have fun lurking.
Ethan: Yeah. Sad is the word for it. And yep. Canada must be Purgatory. Do you remember what you wrote on that HT Winter conference t-shirt? I wonder what my Canadian friends will think when they see that. You might want to look out for rabid angry Canadians at The Feast.
Heidi: Yes. You live in Purgatory. No, that chair isn't my favourite colour. It's my *favorite* *color*. ;-) In reality, a slightly redder orange is my favorite color, followed by lots of shades of blue.
Rae: I have nothing against trash picking. Last year, I found a radio, perfectly good basketball, and a few other neat tidbits in the richer neighborhood near us. You could send me the orange desk chair if you don't feel like fixing it up. :D You like long periods of clouds and such?!? 0_o
Anon.(Maria?): Thanks! Since I got a nice digital camera for Christmas, I've really had fun teaching myself to take better photos. Also, thank for calling the hills "hills". The people around here all think they are mountains. I can't wait to meet Maria (you?) along with loads of my other e-friends.
Valete!
Aaron, I believe you were complicit in that scheme as well. Besides, there are so many people who want to kill me it's not even funny any more.
...yeah...but...I'm a dictator. I have to find and use scapegoats... ;-) ;-)
Clouds,darkness, and rain=Cool and awesome. Nyaaa!
Anan the rebelious General
Anan: Do you really want to be demoted?
M[aria]: A mountain is what you see in the Rockies or Himalayas(sp?). ...I do like PA though when I'm in my right mind and as a lefty I always am. ...oh, and how can you not like flatness and being near Chicago? Do you have any idea how hard hills make it to walk or bike places, and how hard it is to quickly get somewhere when you have tons of uphills and everything is spread out because of the hills/mountains???
M[aria]:I prefer a flat nothing to hilly nothing where travelling is impractical. Be it flat small town or flat big sity, I love it. :D
"Everyone is born right handed. Only the gifted overcome it." "Only lefties are in their right mind."
Palin biking to get from place to place in more fun than mountain biking is because you have something, some dstination, waiting for you at whereever you're going.
No, I have plenty of friends everywhere I live. I miss flat plains, usually sunny days, big and loud thunderstorms, Lake Shore Drive, standing on "the slide hill" and seeing the Sears tower sticking up prominently on the horizon, Einstein Bros. Bagels, and being able to walk or bike to any of my favorite destinations in under ten minutes. :-)
Well, I have had a blog almost four times as long, and for a few days now, Anan has been getting comments from me too.
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