<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:33:16.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to love a vehement love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-5052470720554861919</id><published>2008-01-10T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:16:41.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the love in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll try to start updating this blog again. i was posting on myspace for awhile, so if you haven't been checking there (cause why would you), you can go read and catch up.  i'll probably drop an email to ppl if and/or when i decide to start updating this again, cause i'm still not really feeling it just yet. not much to talk about i guess! in the meantime, i just changed my myspace blurb about me, and i'm liking it, so i'll leave you with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ever wake up one day and realize how lucky you really are? sure, i hate one of my jobs, i'm pretty strapped for cash, and i don't love working 70 hours a week, but.. i have been blessed with some incredible gifts in my life, the biggest being my family and friends. i have never once in my life doubted that i am loved, and that is the most amazing and empowering thing to realize and to have. and it's more than so many people can say. on top of that, i have the ability, the drive, and the support to do anything i want with this life, and i've been given a fresh start. what more could a girl ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:: making it mine ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-5052470720554861919?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5052470720554861919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=5052470720554861919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/5052470720554861919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/5052470720554861919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-love-in-world.html' title='all the love in the world'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-4491533123174628852</id><published>2007-11-12T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T02:09:36.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of an era</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, it started way back in high school, and i'm pretty sure it's done now, all these years later. the reason i haven't posted a lot is because things have sucked even more than usual lately and i didn't have anything to say worth writing about. jon and i have been fighting for a couple weeks now. it's a long story, one i don't particularly feel like telling right now, but mostly i think it dragged out over a couple weeks because of my stupid job and because we don't see each other during the week so we couldn't fix it. and now i am pretty sure we broke up, and unless things change over the upcoming week, i am supposed to move out saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which sucks, frankly. i have no desire to do this. i think it's the stupidest thing either of us has done. but i can't seem to convince him. so unless all the problems in his head (which are according to him what is causing all of this) go away within a week, i don't know if it can be fixed. i told him if i leave, i am not coming back. i've done it once, i'm not playing that game with him again. i hope. i don't want to do this a third time. but i also don't want it to be over right now, so i don't know. maybe he'll come back, maybe i'll break down and let him, maybe we'll just break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;either way, it's probably safe to say don't expect to see any posts anytime soon. i don't know how to be monica without jon anymore, so i imagine the next few weeks are going to suck, and i can't imagine i'll have a lot to say. i'll try to update when i'm not feeling horrible, but i don't know when that's going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry, and love to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-4491533123174628852?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-8839427764356358531</id><published>2007-10-11T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:55:16.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alexander.. had it worse, but still. oof.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, today's been a bang-up day. i woke up late, which isn't a huge deal, but it put me off my schedule, which is kinda irritating. i stopped at the mailbox to make sure my job app that i left there overnight was gone and mailed -- just kidding, it's still there. i am glad i checked, since i thought i was just being silly making sure it was gone, but now i have to stop at the post office. turns out it needed 54 more cents, although i'm not even sure post office guy checked the box -- i didn't realize til later that i didn't do anything special to the box to signify that there was mail in it, so if we didn't get any, he may just not have checked the box at all. seriously, though, why on earth does it take 97 cents to mail a paper-sized envelope with 6 -- count 'em, 6 -- pieces of paper in it. is it that much heavier than if i'd folded them and put them in a regular envelope? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i stop at the post office, pay the freaking 54 cents, and i'm on my way. my car is still obnoxiously loud, thanks to the new exhaust &amp;amp; muffler system i had to get in march that makes my 92 tempo sound like i'm running a diesel engine. sweet. i plan to call them next week about it.. i was going to call them this week, but the last time i went there they a) sold me this Goddamn loud exhaust system and b) tried to sell me $2,000ish worth of other maintenance. i guess they didn't realize that we bought the car for $2650. so if my car needs that much work, i'll probably just go try to buy a newer car. but anyway, i want to have my dad on call for this, and he's on his honeymoon in nh, so i am waiting to call them til next week. it's been loud since march, it can wait another week. but it's still irritating to hear. i mean, i already drive a beat-up car, but does it really have to sound like one too??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so right, i go to work. i find out i have one story to fill my entire local section. one story. um... not gonna work. then i find some photos sent over the fax from a photographer. handily, they go with my one story. unhandily (is that a word?), they are covered with instructions -- 'cover photo (if this is a cover story)', 'headline here' (with an arrow), 'don't crop this out', 'don't put text over this', 'more headline space here', etc. the other one says 'dominant inside photo' (as in, inside the paper, not the cover of the newspaper). so already, this is causing steam to come out my ears. this is an ongoing battle at work -- i think the photographers take too much liberty, and it irritates me. i feel like they are telling me how to do my job, and i find that offensive, especially since a lot of their "suggestions" (as my boss calls them) are really obvious things, implying that whoever is building the paper is a complete idiot and wouldn't know to not cut off an integral part of the picture. so i've had this conversation before with my boss, and i always lose. i lost so bad that he sent out a couple-page memo on treatment of photographs that i'm not even going to talk about because it made me want to tear my hair out. it was full of contradictions, and the main message was do what the photographers want so they'll give us more photos and be helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, my position on this is that it is their JOB to give us photos and be helpful. if they don't like it, if they don't like the way their pictures are cropped, if they don't like that there are occasionally words over the photos (this only ever happens on covers, btw, so maybe they should just be happy their photo is on the cover), then maybe they should go work for some other type of media. perhaps an art gallery. in a newspaper, the art (photos, graphics, etc) is there to accent the writing, not the other way around. i am not going to design a page around a photo. that is insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;::breathes:: anyway. so i mistakenly take this to one of my bosses, explaining why i think sometimes the photographers go overboard -- cause this was excessive, even for them. in the ensuing conversation, well, suffice it to say i lost, again. but i didn't give in, and i maintained that it was offensive. i resent them telling me what to do. i don't tell them how to take their photographs, they shouldn't tell me how to design pages. i am the page designer, they are not. i actually enjoy designing pages, especially the cover. so the implication that i suck at it and need paint-by-number instructions irritates the living hell out of me. i even asked other editors and another photographer, and they all agreed it was crap. meanwhile, the boss just kept his position and got snippy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it turns out i didn't even use that photo on the cover anyway, though. it wasn't even to be vindictive, i just really thought the other photo was better. once i looked at them on the screen (the fax quality is crap, so you can't really tell what the photos are), i thought the second photo was a better cover, and i asked another boss over and without explaining which was which, i asked him which of the two he thought would be a better cover, and he agreed with me. so, inadvertently in your face, photographer. i suppose that's just a bonus, my cover looked great and the photographer gets burned. although again, their photo is on the cover of a newspaper, so it's not really a burn, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it also turned out that i ended up having more than one story, so that was good. and they were all in early, so that was also good because it meant i got done early. so i guess at least that's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was trying to decide whether or not to apply for another job i found online for a graphics editor/design editor. i emailed the contact person to ask if it was day or night hours -- since i'm trying to avoid night hours (like the plague, if you will) -- and she said it's mostly day with occasional night and weekend. i'm not thrilled, since i don't want to work nights and weekends, and it's in springfield, which is about 30-ish min, about what i'm driving now. i'd rather have a shorter commute, but i suppose the same is okay so long as i get mostly day hours. it's also journalism, which is good but bad, because i like what i do, but journalism kind of sucks as a career field. the pay is not usually great, the hours suck, places where the hours don't suck are scarce, and once you start climbing the ladder, you stop designing that many pages, and that's my favorite part of the whole job. and my very least favorite thing: you never get any holidays because people always need a Goddamn paper, even the day after christmas so that means someone has to work christmas. and every other holiday. think about that the next time you open a paper on the day after thanksgiving, or dec. 26, or jan. 1, or jan. 2. appreciate the fact that people were in the office on thanksgiving, christmas, new year's.. you name it, we're there. and that sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so anyway. the job needs the whole schebang -- resume, cover letter, samples, three reference letters. i was a bit hesitant, because i only have so many options for reference letters, and i am reluctant to ask them for letters on jobs i'm not sure i have a great chance at. but i talked to some people and they all said go for it, so i decided to go for it. and one of my references wrote me back with 'are you qualified for this job?' ...well, no. probably not. but i'm not qualified for a hell of a lot, and i'm desperate to get out of this job. i am a fast learner, and i will teach myself as much as i can in order to get the job, but it's certainly not like anyone at my job is training me in these particular aspects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because he's right, i am low on the sort of experience they're asking for, more creating graphics in photoshop than pages, and i don't know how to do that. but i said i'd look tutorials up online and buy a photoshop for dummies book (turns out, it really does exist). and he gave me a name of a person at one of our sister papers who might be able to help, although i have no idea how, since i have nothing to offer her in the way of payment or motivation to train me. so he is going to write a letter, and he's right. in fewer words, he pointed out that it's possibly fruitless, so that was sort of a bummer. i would rather have confidence, not doubt. but such is life, i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i applied for three different jobs, so here's hoping something comes of one of them, because i just don't know how much longer i can take this. i'm so ready to just quit and go work in a restaurant or something. i honestly think i'd be happier. the other day, a couple of guys were bitching and threatening to "walk" and i snapped and told one of them to just do it already. he was pretty offended, but i'm tired of listening to it. someone threatens to quit every 10 minutes there, and i just want to walk around with PUT UP OR SHUT UP tattooed on my forehead. they're just noisy and annoying, because they clearly haven't quit, so they're just doing it to get attention. so now since they clearly aren't quitting, people just ignore them, so they just bitch louder and longer. freaking excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so apparently my mom almost applied for one of the jobs that i applied for. it's in vernon, and i know she looks on careerbuilder, which is where i found it, so i was a little nervous telling her about it. i didn't want to be stealing anything, yknow? not like i think i have excellent chances against her, just that i think she wouldn't apply if she knows i am, so i didn't want it to be a 'well i could have applied for that if monica didn't' sort of thing. she deserves a better job too. all she said was that she almost applied, so i don't know if she had already decided not to or if she was still deciding and then me saying i was applying stopped her. i told her she still could if she wanted to. i much prefer my chances if she's not up for it too, since i'm pretty sure neither of us is probably exactly what they need, but we are both smart and educated and she may have some experience that i don't have. but i don't want to take away the chance for her, yknow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, God willing, i will have a new job sometime in the next.. ever. i'd prefer soon, myself. but i sort of believe that fate's involved, so i'm sure something will come along when the timing's good and right. i just hope it's soon. i've been patient, i've waited, i've served my time, i've tried to not be miserable. but i'm getting pretty tired of it. i know i have learned a lot in the past year, but i'm not even really sure a lot of it was to the benefit of a career -- esp since i'm not even sure i want to stay with journalism. i learned a lot about surviving a workplace you hate, how to deal with certain types of people, etc. it was probably good for me to have to deal with some of these people. ie, one of them uses such a vile, hateful tone all the time. it's just so .. disgusted. and i think i've probably used that tone before, and working with him has really shown me how uncomfortable and offensive it is, and so i try to watch it and not use that anymore. he's also very overcritical, and that's shown me how it's really better to let the little things go sometimes. another person is always complaining, and i tried not to before, but now i try especially harder not to since i see how much it wears down the people around you. i've learned a lot about holding my tongue in the past year. i've always had a problem with temper, and i think this job has really helped me rein it in a bit. it's been a work in progress forever, but working where i do, i think i have taken leaps and bounds in not saying something when i really, really, really, really, really want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. i think i've learned a lot of lessons, but.. i want out. i've wanted out since i got there, and everyone else made it out.. i am just hoping it's my turn. because i'm seriously considering serving, or retail, or just about anything, if i have to. maybe i could find a bartending job. it's still night hours, but at least i'd have more fun. although bartending jobs are hard to come by without any experience. gah. i don't have any experience at anything, save waiting tables and some retail. blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh right, back to the terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day. although i suppose it really wasn't that bad, it's just not great. so i come home, i cook up some food which turns out to be not so great. not terrible, but not great, so that's sort of disappointing. then later, i am just sitting there watching tv, and i go to adjust my glasses, and snap. off comes an arm. ...uh? what? i just bought those glasses in january. WITH insurance, they cost me over $100. without insurance, they would have been about 3-400$. sooo that's sort of a problem. i can't find any receipt, although i feel like i would have saved it. so i guess i'll just call up the place tomorrow and hope they're under warranty, cause.. well. this blows. i can't afford to replace them, esp since i already used my insurance and i can't get new frames until at least january -- if not another year after that. and glasses, they're fairly essential. i don't even have contacts to fall back on, because i can't afford them. i have one pair that is super old that i occasionally wear if i really really need to, and i try to only wear them for a few hours at a time since i am sure they are terrible for my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, in summary, i am pretty glad today is almost over. i realize it's already 'tomorrow' for most of you, but it's still wednesday for me, so bear with me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's about time to go wake up boyfriend for work and sob about my newly-one-arm-less glasses. ironically, his are also the same way. same arm and everything. the twist is his are like three or four years old, and he has brand new contacts. also, he never really liked his, whereas i love mine. and if i have to replace them out of pocket, i'm looking at a cheap boring pair, which blows, because i love having cool glasses. it's an accessory i wear every day, i want them to be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh. onward to thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-8839427764356358531?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8839427764356358531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=8839427764356358531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/8839427764356358531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/8839427764356358531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/alexander-had-it-worse-but-still-oof.html' title='alexander.. had it worse, but still. oof.'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-4696360877226003330</id><published>2007-10-10T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T03:04:31.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best-laid plans of mice and men...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've always loved that phrase, but i have no idea why or when mice have plans, and why, when or how they would get ruined. but there's 80,000 ways to say that same idea, and some others i enjoy are: man plans, God laughs. man proposes, God disposes. etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so since it's pretty early this is gonna be a quick one. i only have two pictures from the wedding so far, and they are both of my hair from the back. i figured there'd be plenty from the front, and i wanted the back documented, so after the wedding and reception and before the after party, i had jon take two shots with my cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the title of the blog comes from the fact that the hair is not what we had originally planned, which was kind of a bummer, cause i had really liked it -- in fact, it was the only thing in the whole ensemble i was really excited for. the rest i liked but didn't love. but apparently it was too humid for curls, so my tumbling cascade of curls would have been floppy nonsense with no curl, so... booo! but the end result was still pretty. i thought it looked a little prom-ish from the front, but i don't have any pictures of that at this time, haha, and it seemed to be a hit, so it's all good. my only complaint was that it was like 8 times the bobby pins the original style took, so when i felt down into it, i couldn't even feel my scalp.. just metal. which was weird. a first for me, since i never did the whole getting-my-hair-done-for-prom thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.. enjoy. and just know that these pictures are after about 7 hours of wedding/reception/drinking/eating/occasional dancing/tons of picture-taking and literally about two minutes before i started ripping bobby pins out of my head. with jon's help, haha. what a good boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119646190787381410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p-KC5vtpOxU/RwyjFeGQSKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ael_-X4A_XY/s400/weddinghair1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119646302456531122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-KC5vtpOxU/RwyjL-GQSLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qyBPYHGe8NE/s400/weddinghair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-4696360877226003330?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4696360877226003330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=4696360877226003330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/4696360877226003330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/4696360877226003330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-laid-plans-of-mice-and-men.html' title='the best-laid plans of mice and men...'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p-KC5vtpOxU/RwyjFeGQSKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ael_-X4A_XY/s72-c/weddinghair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-1299666778251936261</id><published>2007-10-05T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T02:41:41.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(dad's) gonna get maa-aaa-aarried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so work has been a little busy the past week and a half.. one of my bosses is out and the other is going crazy trying to cover for the one that's on vacation. plus we have a small staff anyway, so having one person out always means more work (and more chaos) for everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on that note, i have tomorrow off! i took it off because i thought there would be a rehearsal dinner on the eve of the wedding, as is usual, but bc of all the kids' work schedules, dad and bonnie decided to have the rehearsal last sunday. and i decided to keep friday off anyway. i have some errands to run, but mostly i just don't want to go to work. i want to be around for a friday night. not that we have much planned.. we're deciding between going to iparty, going to bidwell's (the place with all the wings!! ::drool::) or cooking faJitas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;either way, my dad's wedding is saturday, and that's a little weird for me. i'm happy he's happy, but it's just not something you ever picture yourself going to, i guess. and/or being involved in. as in the maid of honor. although technically i am the only girl up there (besides bonnie and the justice of the peace, anyway). eric is dad's best man, and then bonnie's boys will walk down after me and go stand on her side with the eldest walking her down the aisle, and then eric and i will be on dad's side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am sure it will be lovely. the dress is okay.. still not my favorite ever, but def not the worst ever, either. bonnie &amp;amp; her sister keep saying i should have it taken up to tea slash knee length to have as a party dress, and i am thinking they might be right, i think i might like it better like that. but then i'm not really used to full-length gowns, so that might be why.. i've only ever worn them ..... 3? times. for proms. that's it. i don't even wear full length skirts. they look really cute on some people but i always feel like a hippie. and uncomfortable. and if you feel uncomfortable in your clothes, you look uncomfortable.. so i just skip them. knee length is my favorite for skirts, basically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am excited for the hair, though. i was nervous about the whole professional hair done thing, but the style the girl came up with -- in the midst of a double dose of antibiotics for a kidney infection, for pete's sake -- well, i really liked it. i can't remember if i blogged about this, so quick synopsis slash recap: she used a 1-inch curling iron and curled all my hair in small sections and then used a bunch of bobby pins to make a cascading waterfall of curls down my back, and up on my head it had that sort of messy but elegant look. i know that seems contradictory, but i don't know how else to explain it. i really liked it, and i'm excited to see how it comes out with hairspray and all, actually doing it. (the double antibiotics were making her nauseous, so we nixed hair spray and did it sort of quick, the poor girl.) i loved the whole cascade of curls thing, and i was so relieved that it had a soft look to it, not a slicked-back helmet of hair-sprayed hair. i know it'll be sprayed now, but it's okay because it's not that generic prom hair look that i just can't see myself wearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sort of nervous for the makeup, mostly because i don't wear much. i wear foundation, cover up and mascara, and that's pretty much the extent. occasionally i play around with blush, eyeliner and/or eyeshadow, but it's never usually much and usually in neutral colors, soft browns &amp;amp; tans, although i have some blues i like to use. (side note, i bought that almay 'bring out your eyes' thing, and i was so not impressed. my eyes didn't pop any more than they usually do.) i like to have friends do my makeup, though.. it's fun. i don't really know what i'm doing, so i'd rather have people playing who know what they're doing.. i may or may not end up looking like a clown when i do it. i remember once when we were kids my best friend and i did each other's makeup and i literally made her look like she was a ghost -- not on purpose, either. it was sorta creepy. and proved that i am not much good at makeup, so i usually keep it pretty simple. it's okay, anyway, i'm not really a makeup wearer. i don't think i would be even if i knew how.. some people can rock it but i always think i look sorta weird. just me with paint, sorta.. not really prettier or anything. but maybe that's just cause i'm used to my face regular? haha. turns out jon isn't a big makeup fan anyway, so that works out for the best. although he hates chapstick and lip gloss, which is sort of a bummer, cause i do like to wear both, and i've pretty much cut down on all usage, cause he makes a face when i kiss him, and that's not really the reaction i'm going for, yknow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, dress, hair, makeup, what else.. the shoes are okay, they are a goldish color with small sparkly iridescent sequins covering the straps, which are a simple curved band across the toe and then an ankle strap. the heel's around 2, 2.5, so that's not bad. a little bit of height but i won't feel like a giant -- although thank God for 6'4" boyfriends! i can wear just about anything. and i say just about because i tried on a pair of stripper boots at halloween last year and i was literally looking him in the eye. it was weird. anyway. the wedding heels, they're all right, not my favorite but again not the worst ever. they look good with the dress, and you can't really see them anyway cause the dress hem goes basically to the floor. i am a tad concerned that they will hurt my feet and i will have to take them off, which is not a problem in and of itself but only becomes one because that would raise the possibility of stepping on the dress and ripping/tearing/otherwise destroying said dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(research -- they are these shoes: &lt;a href="http://www.gownsbysimpleelegance.com/gowns/Crystal.html"&gt;http://www.gownsbysimpleelegance.com/gowns/Crystal.html&lt;/a&gt; but in a light gold-ish color.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(research2 -- they are actually these: &lt;a href="http://www.gownsbysimpleelegance.com/gowns/BabySequin.html"&gt;http://www.gownsbysimpleelegance.com/gowns/BabySequin.html&lt;/a&gt; but the other picture is better, i think, so i left it up, ha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, dress, hair, makeup, shoes... oh! purse. oof. my aunt got me this gold beaded scallop-shaped purse, and ... well, let's just say i would not have bought it. although, to be fair, i have never bought an evening purse.. my mom bought my first one and i stole my second one (not on purpose, i just forgot to give it back) from a friend in hs). and she was trying to be nice. i suppose it works out anyway because i only have black purses, and they wouldn't really have gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jewelry, i am borrowing some stuff from bonnie -- about .02% of my jewelry is gold. i have a necklace that my dad gave me for graduation that is a gold and silver looped charm (it loops over a necklace) and has a rainbow of gems in it. the trouble is the necklace itself didn't work -- it's a reversible omega chain (&lt;a href="http://www.ntferro.com/shop/images/OM6WY16_lg.jpg"&gt;http://www.ntferro.com/shop/images/OM6WY16_lg.jpg&lt;/a&gt;) but because it stays in that circle shape, it just didn't fit with the halter style dress, so we had to find another chain for the charm. the problem there was it's a good-sized charm, so it dwarfs a small chain, but bonnie had one that was a decent match for it, so i'm borrowing that. and a pair of earrings that are gold and they are four diamond-shapes of gold stuck together one on top of another. simple, won't take away from the necklace or the hair, and the angles sort of match the charm. and she said she's going to pick me up a simple gold bracelet, so we will see what that becomes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think that's about it for wedding updates. now you can all envision me on saturday (okay, sort of), and i am sure there will be plenty of pictures -- dad's friends go crazy with cameras -- so i am sure i will find some to post after the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the meantime, i'm going to go to bed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a lovely friday and ensuing weekend to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ps, anyone who picked up on the fact that the title of this is 'going to the chapel,' i am impressed, and you win my favor. woot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-1299666778251936261?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1299666778251936261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=1299666778251936261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1299666778251936261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1299666778251936261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/dads-gonna-get-maa-aaa-aarried.html' title='(dad&apos;s) gonna get maa-aaa-aarried'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-4167626762195125392</id><published>2007-09-25T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:54:16.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the celebration of a lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;literally! it was my birthday celebration(s), so we were in fact celebrating my lifetime, AND it was all fabulous, haha. i managed to stretch my birthday for four glorious, family-, friend- and food-filled days, and a girl really couldn't ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thursday jon and i slept in wonderfully late and then went to the big e, where we spent my grandmother's birthday check to me on such things as maine baked potatoes, vt beer &amp;amp; flatbread pizza, hot kettle corn, opa opa (ct beer),... mmm. oh and jon got apple pie with cheddar cheese, possibly in the vt? house, and i tried it, and it was the first time i've ever had them together. i had always thought it sounded particularly gross, but no.. it was delicious. how weird, though.. who was eating apple pie and thought, 'hey! why don't i add some cheese?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for those of you who don't know what the big e is, it is a giant fair with everything from 8 gabillion booths set up selling everything you can imagine to carnival rides to elephant rides to 'see the world's smallest pony' to petting zoos to buildings full of more booths (the international house, the farm house, the house of random wares). there's everything from an irish/ireland booth to people selling knives that cut leather or tools that can drill through concrete or .. etc. and there are shows during the day -- horse shows, product demonstrations, etc -- and concerts at night. and THEN there are the state houses -- connecticut, rhode island, massachusetts, maine, new hampshire and vermont. each state house showcases the best features (and food &amp;amp; beer) of said state, usually offering maps of places to go, things to do, samples of food &amp;amp; beer. i am sad i didn't try the maple cotton candy in the vermont house because it sounded delicious. that's my only regret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so after we came homew from that, we hung out, watched tv, cooked up some breaded chicken cutlets, green beans (love) and lipton garlic shells noodle package -- which i absolutely love and haven't had in FOREVER -- and it was a fantastic birthday dinner if i do say so myself. and by cooked up, i mean jon cooked and shooed me out of the kitchen every time i tried to help, haha. AND he gave me fall out boy tickets for my birthday!! he told me awhile ago i had something to do on nov. 10 but not what, and it turns out that's the concert. i heeeart fall out boy, they are one of my latest favorite cds. so i am pretty stoked for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friday we decided to go hiking. going up to unh was thrown out on the table; jon knows i want to take him there and show him around sometime so that when i talk about something he can actually picture it and know what i'm talking about. but we decided it was too much driving for one day, so it's on the itinerary for next summer's nh vaca, when we'll only be an hour away instead of 2.5. so instead, jon called his friend pete, an avid hiker (he's done the at (appalachian trail -- how i'd love to, if only i could afford to not work for 3 months)) and asked for suggestions, so we ended up going to a place called case mtn, which was actually pretty small -- only like 974 ft or something. it was a very easy climb, but that's probably for the best anyway since i'm not really in prime hiking (*hillwalking, anyone?) shape. but we got to the top pretty easily, and oddly enough, the hillside before the trees started again really powerfully reminded me of culloden, of the actual battlefield. so we sat on one of the benches and i told jon about culloden, just the bare bones of the rebellion and how it all came to a head there, and how the thing that had really shocked me about the actual battlefield was that it was so covered in bracken and brush and thorny things. i would have pictured an open field, but it is instead something that would tear your legs up in about 3 seconds. and this, despite it being a hillside, looked much the same, with the sort of low, prickly, different-colored bushes (for lack of a better word) all over it. so that was a fun little scotland moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then we decided to go down a different trail (we took the pink trail, which i thought was not very hard-sounding, but theoretically was the hardest, according to pete. so i wondered, was the white trail an escalator, cause pink was super easy..), a white trail, because the parking lot up to the pink trail was a white trail. so we kind of picked a direction out of 4 choices (one being the way we came) and gallavanted off into the woods. (and by that i mean walked calmly..) and at some point, we came across a big wall of rocks with big rocks strewn on the ground in front of it, and i wondered aloud if they used to be part of the wall but had fallen. and somehow this prompted jon to go climb the wall of rocks. rather than watch him and think about how i was going to go get help if he broke something, i decided to wander a bit father.. at which point i found an easy-as-pie way to get up to where he was. so as he fought his way down the rock face, i climbed it, musing about how women are definitely the smarter sex. although when i shared this, he gave the classic, 'well i wasn't looking for easy, i wanted to be challenged.' ....mmhmm. okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we continued on our way and ended up at a parking lot. and i do say A parking lot, because it wasn't OUR parking lot. whoops. so we look at the map, which was a terrible map in the first place AND situated behind a metal cage so you can't take it, and figure we've got to go pretty far back. so we end up going all the way back where we had come from until we reach the pink trail, which was about three minutes from the summit. literally. and by the time we had reached the first (wrong) parking lot, we were pretty okay with nature being done for the time being, so we weren't really loving the fact that we had to climb it twice, but it was okay. i just had a blister forming and i really wanted to get out of my shoes -- i need new ones real bad. i could feel every rock under my feet and it got old after awhile, yknow? why i didn't wear the hiking shoes heather gave me i don't know.. i guess i figured i wouldn't need them on such an easy hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was nice to be out in nature, though. it's not often i get to do anything like that anymore, solely because of the hours i work and we've just been so busy lately. so it was a nice little refreshing jaunt, although i will say i was excited to see the truck at the end, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but seriously, who freaking puts maps in the parking lots and at the summit but not in between?? maps AT the destinations. not on the way to said destinations. pfffft. turns out we could've taken a much easier way to get back, but we had no way of knowing that since there were no freaking maps in between. jerks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so anyway. we went home and showered and went to dinner with his friends sarah (cousin) &amp;amp; eli and freya &amp;amp; bobby to chili's, and it was delicious. chili's makes an excellent frozen raspberry margarita, and i heart their southwestern egg rolls (and the awesome blossom, which jon got and i stole pieces of) and their steak fajitas. and the company was swell, so it was a good time. we went to sarah &amp;amp; eli's afterwards to play apples to apples, and it was another good time. i did manage to walk into a parking spot curb leaving chili's, though, because i was texting my cousin and not watching where i was going, and it did cut my poor pinky toe under my nail and bleed and hurt and turn purple, but jon emt-ed me with triple antibiotic lotion and a bandaid and a kiss (on my lips, not my toe.. ew), so i lived. (whew. it was close.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saturday we had to be at my mom's at 11, which meant waking up at 10 -- a little early for my birthday weekend, but worth it. my grandparents arrived less than a minute, i'd say, before us, so we made it fairly well on time. and it was wonderful to see them, i hadn't seen them in awhile, which is actually why i requested said dinner from mom. so mom cooked up chicken and maple-syruped carrots and there was macaroni salad &amp;amp; potato salad and homemade apple sauce (which my grandfather kept trying to get her to put in a pie crust -- he loves apple pie like nothing else). and my mom had a cake for eric &amp;amp; i to decorate like we use to when we were kids. i still have pictures.. his bday is the 4th and mine is the 20th so we tended to do mixed celebrations, and one thing was to get/cook a sheet cake and then let each kid decorate half. and as i'm trying to make an 'M' out of mini m&amp;amp;ms on my half and my brother is just chucking chocolate chips on his half, my mom, not even looking, was saying how monica used to decorate hers pretty and eric would just throw stuff on. haha. classic timing, cause that's exactly what was happening. so eric just kept throwing chocolate chips on the cake -- and especially on my side, to obscure the 'M' and just be a pest -- until i a) threw m&amp;amp;ms at him and b) took the choc chips away. so then i'm trying to make it pretty and fix the piles of choc chips he left, and he starts putting slices of cheddar cheese on the cake because i had taken away his choc chips and the m&amp;amp;ms and that's all that was left next to him. pffft. (so then, of course, later, when mom brought out the cake, there's a piece of cheese on it and eric wearing a shit-eating grin. pffft again. ha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so after that, my grandparents left (eat and run, it's their game -- although saturday my grandmother did have to work, so they did actually have a reason to leave for once, haha) and eric, tiana and jon all fell asleep on the couches. and i tried to stay awake to chat with mom, haha. so i chatted, and finally gave in and fell asleep for a few, and then chatted again, mostly about real estate and how she's going to have to sell the house someday probably soon. and i tried to persuade her it might be a good idea to paint the living room a neutral color instead of pink, and she resisted, and i dropped it, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then we went to kmart &amp;amp; kohl's to try to find jon a belt cause his had broken, and we found him one, which is yay because the day before on the hike his pants kept sagging down like he was a g, haha. and then we booked it out to coventry to go to bidwell's tavern, which is an amazing place circa 1872 or something. it's got a good pub feel to it, and they make like 50 flavors of wings. i got a trio of honey mustrad (eh), honey bbq (pretty good) and my favorite, hot teriyaki sesame. they're just hot enough to give you the good flavor and a teensy bit of kick without burning your mouth. mmm. i already want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i only invited a few friends, but they seemed to mesh pretty well, which was good since some of them didn't know each other. i had a great time, i hope they did too, haha. heather bought me a car bomb, which was the first i'd done in a couple months at least if not more. they're tasty, i sorta forgot.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after that, jon and i went to blockbuster and picked up some movies (and beer, but not at blockbuster) and went home, watched 'vacancy' and 'you kill me', which were both okay. not stellar and not terrible. decent entertainment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then sunday we went out to the mall to get baby a giants jersey.. i think last week, when tiana showed up at the bar wearing a giants jersey and jon was the only one at the table of me, my dad, my brother, and tiana not wearing a jersey, i think that was the straw that broke the camel's back, cause he was very into getting a jersey this weekend, hah. so we ended up finding him one after a couple stores, and i am happy to report he looks very good in his red jacobs giants jersey. mm. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we went out to my dad's newly built house where he was cooking the best bbq ribs you'd ever have in your life, zucchini &amp;amp; summer squash, red potatos, and the best corn EVER. he cuts the corn off leftover (cooked) corn on the cob and sautees it up with onions and peppers in butter with garlic and salt &amp;amp; pepper. and it gets .. not syrupy, but i can't think of the words. but it is so ridiculously tasty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we got to eat some fastastic food with my dad, his fiancee, her sister, one of her sons, and my brother &amp;amp; his gf again, and watch the giants game on a ridiculous huge hd tv that my aunt got my dad &amp;amp; bonnie as a wedding present. i asked eric if he thought we'd get those when we get married too and said i'd contemplate a ceremony in town hall to get one.. it is freaking sweet. it's a plasma too, not an lcd. and huge. and clear. and .. okay, so i'm a little jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so that was my weekend, and it left me feeling rejuvenated and happy, which was good. although it's only tuesday and my glow is somewhat gone already. it's amazing how fast work saps me of that. but i was giddy wednesday night last week when i got home, and it lasted for four days. it was so nice to not have to work and to see jon and to get together with all my family and friends and have so many people saying happy birthday. i was afraid my weekend wouldn't live up to my expectations, but it was really nice. i think this was definitely the longest i've ever stretched a birthday, and that wasn't even my original intention. i just wanted to see people i love and do what i want. we've been so busy lately but this was the first weekend where it was all stuff i wanted to do, stuff that i planned. well, minus the dinner fri night, jon suggested that, but it was a good idea. so it was just really comforting to be surrounded by good people and good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have plenty more to say, but i am a little tired of typing, and i am thinking you might be tired of reading (especially if you're kate or sami, who have both already heard all this, haha.. sorry guys!), so i will wait til later to update more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PLUS, it's almost house hunters time. woot! i freaking love this show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-4167626762195125392?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4167626762195125392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=4167626762195125392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/4167626762195125392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/4167626762195125392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/celebration-of-lifetime.html' title='the celebration of a lifetime'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-245261984952681573</id><published>2007-09-18T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:38:09.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it sucks to live where i live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is a dearth of jobs around me. okay, i guess that's technically lying. there are jobs. but there are no journalism jobs. and there are no jobs i have any qualifications for. and apparently the market is especially terrible right now, because all i did was put in my zip code -- no job specifications -- and the first job on the list -- so, the closest -- was in a town 45 minutes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're kidding, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;booooo. i just searched journalismjobs.com, jobsinct.com, careerbuilder.com, monster.com, hotjobs.com, workct.com (okay, it doesn't exist yet, but i tried, anyway), craigslist.com.. even some random site my cousin sent me. and i found? a fat lot of nothing. i found a couple prospects....in colorado. and hawaii. for much more money than i'm making now, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so that begs the question, would i move? the urge is hitting more and more lately. it's been awhile since i've picked up and run away -- cause that's sort of what it is, isn't it? we can disguise is as an adventure, a change, something new.. but aren't we running away, maybe just a little? think about it, when do you first leave -- after high school, when you finally become an adult and can get the hell outta dodge. sound familiar? yeah, you and your cousin, everybody and their mom. the next time i left after that is when i went to scotland, and i don't think getting away was a conscious reason behind leaving, but i definitely needed to get away. i was feeling stale and bored and unhappy, and i didn't like the person i was becoming as a result of those feelings. and i can honestly say i think i liked myself the best i had in years when i was in scotland, because i was happy. and being happy makes you a better person. misery breeds misery, and all that.. it works the opposite way too. pay it forward, remember that movie? it's really true. i love those commercials that show how a good mood or a bad mood can spread like disease, cause they're so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, returning to the (actual) topic at hand.. would i move? i don't know. it never really fixes all your problems. it helps, sometimes. i don't know about other people, but sometimes i feel like i'm stuck in a rut and i desperately need to get out. moving definitely helps that.. but eventually i'll feel that way again. what am i gonna do, move every couple years? i'm hoping traveling often can help quell my wandering instinct, cause it would be a pain in the ass to uproot every couple years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aside from that, there's the family and friends aspect. i was thinking about it the other day, and mostly i'd miss my family. my dad, my mom, and my brother, and then my grandparents -- but they're the only family i'm really close to that are in ct. i've got cousins in arizona &amp;amp; maryland, one in florida. i've got a grandmother in florida. aunts and uncles in maryland, florida, arizona. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but friends? i've still got a couple here that i'd miss, but too many are gone or never lived here in the first place. i feel closer to some people that live far away than people in my own state. i never see anyone here anyway, so what's the difference if i actually live here or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but where would i go? i'd still die to move to colorado. i could maybe manage dc, although i don't really want to go hotter. if i'm going hotter, i want to go to hawaii. i'm sure jon would pee himself to live in boston again (and under happier circumstances than the last time he lived there for a few months, not being 21 and in a terrible relationship), but i feel sort of bored by that. edinburgh? i'd cry, so happy. but is it too far? i'd randomly go to montana, but jon doesn't want to. i could go to maryland, with the small wealth of family conglomerated there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the where would i go question also begs the question do i light out on my own into an unknown area (and by on my own i mean with jon, not actually by myself) or do i go somewhere i know i have at least one friend? it's harder to meet people once you're out of school, so it's tricky to move somewhere -- you might find yourself all alone, and then what problems are you solving? sweet adventure, hanging out all by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so what to do? continue to fall into this stupid void of hating my job, not being able to afford life, never seeing anyone, not being able to accomplish the things i want to accomplish, not liking who i am, not liking what i do.. wait until i find something else in this area -- and i've been looking for over a year now? or do i bite the bullet and move somewhere? would missing my family be worth it? i'm reasonably sure i could talk the few true friends i have left here into coming to visit me. but would occasional visits from family be worth it? i love going to the bar on sundays with my dad &amp;amp; brother to watch the giants play. i like going shopping with my mom. i like being able to call them up and say hey let's get together for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i feel so stale here. i need a change. i am hoping changing my job will help chase away that panic, that i-need-to-break-out-of-this feeling, because i have felt it coming and it's not stopping. i keep wanting to say 'i can't take this much longer,' but i have no idea what would happen next. i don't know what to do except endure and wait and try to make the best of it. what happens? do i have a mental breakdown? do i run screaming out of my apartment half-dressed and run down the road until someone stops me? do i tear my hair out? do i start drinking uncontrollably? none of these seem like acceptable options, and yet, the thought of staying at this job, staying in my life, .. i don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to leave. i want to go somewhere new and start over. i want a do-over. and the logical part of my brain reminds me that it won't solve my problems. but i still want it. i need a change, so very badly. i need a break from this miserable-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the plus side, i have thursday and friday off because my birthday is thursday and i didn't want to be sucked into the black hole on my birthday. so at least i get a four-day weekend, in which i have requested a home-cooked meal -- complete with grandparents and brother &amp;amp; his gf -- from mom on saturday and then another home-cooked meal -- complete with dad's fiancee &amp;amp; her sister, soon-to-be stepbrothers and possibly brother &amp;amp; gf -- from dad on sunday. i think mom's is going to be a pork roast, and i know dad's is going to be ribs. he makes the best ribs in the world, literally (well, my  mom does too, but i'm fairly certain the recipe is dad's). they cook them for houuuurs so the meat just falls off the bone. actually. it really does. they are so delicious. and mom's pork roast is exxcellent. and i also requested green bean casserole (my very favorite!) and possibly carrots cooked in maple syrup (substitute some maple syrup for water: soo tasty. sweetens 'em right up). mmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're also going to the big e either thursday or friday, so that'll be fun too. so. i am hoping my fair-, family- and (home-cooked) food-filled (holy alliteration, batman) weekend will go some ways toward helping with the tear-out-my-hair-scream-til-my-throat-hurts restless stale-ness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;side note, i looked up 'alliteration' to make sure it was the word i thought it was, and an example was "apt alliteration's artful aid" and i am now in love with that phrase. i love alliteration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on another side (yet unrelated) note, check out the video for "rockstar" by nickelback. it's a funny song, and the video's good.. a good mix of regular people and random rock (and other kinds of) stars singing along. entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to wrap it all up.. i dunno, i got nothing. i am looking up some perseverance quotes and i've found the standard -- once you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on, etc -- but i do like this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did.  ~Newt Gingrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and these two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking.  ~Buddhist Saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I may not be there yet, but I'm closer than I was yesterday.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i don't get this one at all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..what is that telling you? give up on your dreams? in times of hardship, make sure you clean. i think it's supposed to mean start over, but.. eh. i think it's silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i do like these two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out they've got a second.  ~William James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Big shots are only little shots who keep shooting.  ~Christopher Morley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and with that, i bid you adieu. good morning, world, i am going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-245261984952681573?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/245261984952681573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=245261984952681573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/245261984952681573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/245261984952681573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-sucks-to-live-where-i-live.html' title='it sucks to live where i live'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-9167172400853519414</id><published>2007-09-12T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:39:13.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by all things holy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..or just my disappointment, whichever -- either way, i have just received a crushing blow. after victoria burst my bubble (hah) and told me there isn't a new outlander book out, i decided to go look at the web site (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.its.caltech.edu/~gatti/gabaldon/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.its.caltech.edu/~gatti/gabaldon/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) since i know she has one from previous searchings. i scroll down a bit, and i see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(blah blah blah here)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in Book Seven News...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I still don't have a working title, but I do have a first line! (Well, quite a bit more than that, to be sure, but the fact that I now know where The Beginning is, is important.) Said first line being:&lt;br /&gt;"The pirate's head had disappeared."&lt;br /&gt;And if that tells you anything...more power to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHH! this clearly means it is nowhere NEAR publication. which means MONTHS, possibly even a YEAR, until book 7 comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i am crushed. i was so looking forward to another book, and i am close to being done with book 5 (yes, i know i reread them in backwards order, what with starting with 6. and now i may have to go read the others as well, since i clearly won't get any new ones right now. but there's no bree and roger and jemmy in those. :( i quite like them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an odd? side, she had this up:&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have wanted to see a physical representation of the Claire's wedding ring, now's your chance. "In 2006 Janice Millford (JaniceM) and Michelle Moore (M&amp;amp;M), of various Diana Gabaldon book discussion groups wanted a Claire's ring. We asked and received permission from Diana Gabaldon and took upon the task of having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ivmoores.com/claires_ring/claires_ring.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire's ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; from the novel Outlander brought to life."&lt;br /&gt;(in case that doesn't come out, the link is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ivmoores.com/claires_ring/claires_ring.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.ivmoores.com/claires_ring/claires_ring.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the link, and i have to say, i don't think so. that's terribly impractical for everyday life in the 1700s in scotland OR america. can you IMAGINE the gunk that would get caught in there? food, dirt, grime, filth, waste, and in her case, blood.. and with no defining way to get it out, ie, no spraying water. ew. that would be super gross. i am going to prefer to think of the design etched onto a silver ring instead of carved into. because really. that's just so impractical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a new lord john book out, though. that can do in a pinch, i guess. :-/ i have read Lord John and the Private Matter.. Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade is the newest one. hopefully it includes william, it'll be fun to see if he has any characteristics of jamie. and apparently Lord John and the Hand of the Devils ('a collection of three novellas') is to be published nov. 27. so i guess those are good. but it does definitively say "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.its.caltech.edu/~gatti/gabaldon/excerpts/book7/book7_excerpts.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Untitled Book 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of the Outlander series. There is no publication date at this time for this book." on the (only! grr) plus side, there are two excerpts from the book. better than nothing, i suppose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::scampers off to read::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-9167172400853519414?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9167172400853519414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=9167172400853519414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/9167172400853519414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/9167172400853519414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/by-all-things-holy.html' title='by all things holy'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-8534790108188183387</id><published>2007-09-05T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:03:24.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seas the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. my cousin is writing a book, and i am totally riding her coattails to stardom and fame. or at least to money, haha. her book is totally going to be a bestseller, and i am totally cashing in on said success by being her editor. woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no but for real, she's a fantastic writer. and i am happy and proud to be her editor, and i am excited for the process. she's 20-30 pages in right now, and i think it's great already. i suppose i could be counted as biased, being her cousin and friend, but i don't think it's that. i really think it's good. i was wanting to read something the other day, and you know how when you want to read, you start searching through things you have that you can read and you feel a little thrill when you remember something new that's good that you have to read? and you get excited because you want to jump back into the story and find out what happens? i had that when i thought of her story. and then i felt crushing disappointment because i can't read it yet cause it's not done, but that's another matter, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's fun, though, reading her story and being part of the book-writing process. she sends it to me after she's written a few more pages and i read it and ask questions or comment or praise or whatever. right now we're just trying to make sure the plot meshes, is continuous and makes sense. i figure once she's finished writing it, i can fly out to arizona and we can go over the little grammar stuff together. hopefully by the time she's done writing i can afford to fly out there. she's next on my list of places to visit anyway; i've been wanting to go there for years and just can't afford it. so it would be swell to go there, see her, edit the book, see arizona, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on an unrelated note, i am still stalled in ... life, i guess. the decision of nursing school is still hanging around, unmade. i have to admit that my heart's not really in it, and i suppose it should be. i am trying to figure out if it could be in it if i came up with a certain direction to go within said field as opposed to just the generic 'nursing.' i do still feel crappy about not making a difference in the world and/or helping people, but i dunno what to do. i feel like i'm sort of just wandering aimlessly in an abyss of nothingness. (i'm not sure how you'd wander purposefully in an abyss, but..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just feel.. unfulfilled. i am so tired of this stupid job. it's really sucking my soul into a big ugly black hole (no rhyme intended). and now this whole new software system is driving me bonkers. it's not so bad itself minus the occasional super slowness (the pace is often described as 'glacial' by one of my bosses), but everyone complaining about it is driving me nuts. as is the person who sits next to me, because he asks me the same questions over and over and over again. i am clearly more proficient at said new systems than him; i have been lucky enough to get it pretty easily. knowing that it hasn't been as easy for him, i don't mind helping him, but when he asks me how to do something i just explained to him the day before.... argh. i get mad. and he gets all cranky, because i keep telling him to take notes and being crabby at him. it's just irritating, because i learned by taking notes. every time i learned how to do something, i wrote it down. and then every day when i came to work, i pulled out my sheet of notes and would leave it on my desk for referrals until i felt i didn't need it anymore. but it's still in my desk drawer just in case. i have decided, i think, that i am not going to answer any more of the same questions. because i have told him to take notes like 7 times now. so i will be like, 'oh, i already told you how to do that. check your notes!' and then i will ignore him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh. &lt;/ end complaint before i get irked thinking about it. &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the plus side, my mom got me (and jon) this cute sign from cape cod that has a beach with a sand castle on it and it says "Seas the day!" and it makes me happy to look at it. (i took a picture of it and made it the background on my phone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i'm still at work and my break is up, so i will go do work-related things, i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(boooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but at least it's wednesday! woot for a half-over week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-8534790108188183387?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8534790108188183387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=8534790108188183387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/8534790108188183387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/8534790108188183387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/seas-day.html' title='seas the day!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-984315873482630967</id><published>2007-08-30T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T19:42:48.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhat disinterested ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really don't have much to say today. but i'm trying to update. i get points for that, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought of a few more things to add to my list, but i (obviously) can't remember them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what i do remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to the grand canyon (although i think this was implied in 'go to arizona' but i'll specify.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- see niagra falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- stand in/behind a waterfall -- although NOT niagra falls, because i'm pretty sure that volume of water would squash me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to vegas. i'm not even sure i'll like it -- i've only been to a casino once, and i wasn't really a fan. it was too bright and noisy for me. i felt overwhelmed. so i'm sure vegas will be the biggest assault on my senses, ever. but i'd like to see it once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in other news, jon might have to go on a camping trip in mid-october. hahah. he is an advisor for the post in ellington -- high school kids can be a part of the post and ride along with the ambulance and learn emt-things. they can't actually be certified until they're i think 18, but they can participate with some stuff and they do all sorts of training and drills, and ride along and help out. mostly as gophers -- go get the gauze, go get this, etc. and then as a post they do random things -- we went on a ski trip this past winter with them, as chaperones (ugh. talk about feeling old). and so i guess they decided in late july that they wanted to go camping, and so the best they could come up with is southern vermont columbus day weekend. which is clearly not the best idea ever, since that will be, well, cold. haha. i probably can't go, because i would have to take friday and monday off and i'm already taking that tuesday off.. i probably could, but i'd get a lot of bitching for it and i'd have no more vaca time. so that means it's a no-go for me. jon is trying to make it a no-go for him too, but right now, the only advisor signed on isn't allowed to drive any of the vehicles. so i say he should not sign up, and then they can't go at all, and they'll have to reschedule for when it's warmer, haha. cause seriously, who goes camping in southern vermont in mid-october?? although, as jon pointed out, it is new england, so it could be anywhere from 70 to 20 degrees outside, haha. i wouldn't mind going if it wasn't mid-october. eep. i like vermont, i like camping. but i'm still new to the camping game, i don't think i want to be exposed to a possible winter camping experience yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;speaking of winter, though. it's almost fall, which means it's almost winter, which means it's almost skiing time!! i freaking can't wait. YAY! i guess i won't try to skip through fall, what with coming up we have: eric's birthday, my birthday (for which i am trying to get together a dinner with my mom &amp; grandparents, woot!), dad's wedding, possible aerosmith concert, smashing pumpkins concert. those are pretty good things. then before you know it, we're in mid-october, which means jon's cousin's halloween party is soon. then thanksgiving and my mom's birthday, and then christmas. woot! and we'll know who's winning the primaries, since they're all going to be like next month anyway. yeesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am not super political, and i am registered as an independent, because i can't pick a side. both sides have arguments i appreciate, so i figure i straddle the fence, which is fine with me. i had thought maybe i'll try to pick a candidate before the primaries this time, and switch to one or the other so i can vote in said primaries. i will admit i haven't been paying the closest attention, but working in the news business, i hear tidbits, and i did try to read summaries of any debates (since i missed every one of them so far, argh), and i have to say....no one really stands out for me. i'm not enthralled or completely backing anyone. i do feel, though, and maybe this is bad, but i feel that the democrats are kind of trying to lose the election. nothing personal against hillary (hilary?) or obama, but.. a woman and a black man? i'm not prejudiced against either, but a heckuva lot of the country still is. and i'm not saying that's right, i'm just saying i'm not sure the rednecks are ready for that. and with bush's popularity rating oh so high, the democrats sort of had this election lock stock &amp; barrel, had they proposed a solid, non-offensive candidate. and again, let me make clear that i am not offended by either candidate. but i think any chance the democrats had of getting some loose republicans to swing on over to their tree is a little far-fetched now. i don't know much, but what i hear on the streets (not as in 'the hood' but as in 'public opinion') seems to be that hillary is a bit of a bull dog, scary, and not someone people want running our country. i personally can say that i'm not really sure i respect her, because her husband cheated on her, the entire world found out, and she stayed with him. i mean, i guess that's good marriage values. but what happened to girl power? why are all the feminists backing her after she was used and abused (metaphorically, of course) by her husband and she stayed with him? and what i hear about obama is that he's too inexperienced. to which i sardonically ask, how does one get experience to be the president short of, you know, being the president? (and to which you all equally sardonically respond, spend more time in politics than 10 minutes, you 12-year-old (obama).)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. those are my meaningless thoughts on politics, because as aforementioned, i admit i don't pay a lot of attention to these things. i've been trying though lately. and these are just some observations. i'm sort of bracing myself for a long explanation of why i'm wrong from kate, who is staunchly democratic and usually very sound in her logic, so i will probably learn a lot from it, hahah. (anyone else with ideas is certainly welcome to share them, not just kate.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-984315873482630967?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/984315873482630967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=984315873482630967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/984315873482630967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/984315873482630967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/somewhat-disinterested-ramblings.html' title='somewhat disinterested ramblings'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-5418519814595446886</id><published>2007-08-29T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:33:41.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cape cod</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm really sorry i'm not better at this. i know it's been a long time since my last update, but in my defense, we've been super busy at work lately and i don't have the internet at home. and what with hating my job with an unwavering passion, i don't want to spend any more time here than i absolutely have to, so if we're done with work -- usually after i'm supposed to be gone anyway -- i am not going to stay here to update. which then leaves me with 'well i hope i'll have time tomorrow!' which never seems to happen. :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on an unrelated note, jon and i went to the cape this weekend with his cousin and her husband (coincidentally, jon's best friend) and her mom (slash jon's aunt). it's a little cottage in brewster that was built in like the 1800s or something -- i'm not really sure when, but it's very old, let's put it that way. it's quaint, you could definitely say. it's not luxury living, for sure, but it's all right for a weekend. no tv, no microwave, no air conditioning, outdoor shower, etc. that being said, the outdoor shower is actually quite nice, because it's a stone slab floor surrounded by wooden fencing, and they actually somehow managed to get good water pressure in it. and i'm tall enough to see peek over the top and catch a nice view of ocean. which is sweet, cause it's not everyday you get a direct view of the ocean while you're showering. it is right on the water, too, which is nice. well i guess technically it's up a small hill and you have to walk through like 3 seconds of woods and down like 15 stairs to get to the water. oh, the hardship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's weird to be on the cape not with my family and/or my grandparents. my grandparents have owned a place on the cape for... decades. and i've been going up there basically since i was born -- my mom used to spend her whole summers up there with her family when she was a kid/teen. consequently, my family used to go up every year at least once, if not more. so i've been going to the cape for about 23 years now, i'd say. and ironically enough, this place that i stayed at with jon's cousin (who use it through a friend from church) is like 10 minutes away from my grandparents' place. i figured this out last year when we went up and went to newbury comics (sweet freaking store) and it was right behind cooke's, my all-time favorite seafood restaurant that's about 5 minutes from my grandparents' house. and then this time, we drove from cooke's to wings, a sweet tourist-y type beach store with cape cod memorabilia, sweatshirts, tshirts, bathing suits, beach towels, etc, which actually brings us right past my grandparents' street. which is a little weird, a little surreal. to be there but not be going there. to be in town, on the cape, and have my mom and my grandmother (who until like last year spent her whole summers on the cape still) not be there. to be on a beach, but not my beach. (because it is, clearly, my beach.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we got more accomplished that i wanted to this time than last year. newbury comics? check. cooke's? check. sea gull beach? check. wings? check. pirate's cove mini golf? CHECK! freaking sweetest mini golf place EVER. talk about attention to detail! there is a freaking hole ON A SHIP, in water. they made a small pond, then built a ship in it, then put a hole on it. this place got so busy that they built a second 18 holes behind the first. just to split the crowds. because it is so freaking amazing. they use REAL rocks instead of stupid painted styrofoam like they do in ct. seriously, this place puts ct mini golf places to SHAME. it is just so ridiculously detailed and completely amazing. it's an experience, there's no other way to put it. and that's how mini golf should be, damnit! they actually built a small cafe/store next door to their mini golf courses, and it is chock full of all sorts of pirate things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jon bought this shirt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/piratebeatings.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/piratebeatings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahha. freaking great. we also bought a sign that says 'keep out! pirates only' for our front door and a sign that says 'poop deck' for .. well .. take a guess. (we're classy!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah. here is the link, and you should go look at the pictures, although i have to say, they TOTALLY don't do it justice. like, impossibly so. because it is such an amazing place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. link. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.piratescove.net/location/9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.piratescove.net/location/9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so it was pretty cool to be on the cape again. weird, though, to be running around places i've known since i was a kid and not be there with my family. also weird to try to figure out where to go -- i've been, as i said, to these place since i was a kid, but not that often since i've been of driving age. so trying to figure out where to go can certainly be interesting at times. next year i think i want to try to find hyannis main street. and go to red rose beach. i'll take my personal landmarks a couple at a time, i guess, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so aside from a monopoly incident (and when is there NOT an incident when monopoly is played?) and getting a bit lost on the way back (even though jon's best friend told us 'you can't mess it up.' ...wrong. we did.), it was a good trip, i'd say. we actually had quite a nice date night by accident, cause i wanted to go to cooke's (the best seafood, ever. i think i mentioned that, but it's worth mentioning again) but jon's cousin &amp; aunt can't eat it. and jon doesn't like it, but he came and got chicken fingers, haha. but so we went there, and then we went to my beach so i could show him.. even though it was dark. :-/ better than nothing, i guess. and then we decided to go play mini golf (see aforementioned pirate's cove ravings), and so by the time we got home, it was like 11 at night. accidental date nights are swell, though, it was nice to see jon for a couple minutes. i only see him 8 days a month, and so often lately it's been running around to one thing or another. so it was nice to actually just hang out and have fun. i had almost forgotten how much fun he is! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but now it's back to the grind. stupid work. stupid new system. stupid coworkers. stupid...everything about this job! soon it will be the weekend, and then we are going to help my dad move his couch saturday morning and go to lunch, and then go to dinner with my mom and possibily his mom and brother, and then sunday we are moving the rest of my dad's stuff (he wanted the couch in before everyone showed up sunday) into his new house. and i still have no idea if i'm working monday or not yet. we're well organized, if you can tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm still rereading 'a breath of snow and ashes' -- i know, it's taking me forever! i really haven't been reading it all that much. it's making me pine for the rest of the books, although actually just for certain scenes. but i'll take the whole books. i actually really want to reread book 5 ('the fiery cross') cause i only read it like once before i loaned it to someone. so i am not as up on that book as i should be. plus, i have been thinking, book 6 isn't really my favorite. i think she spanned too much time in it, and it gets a bit boring at times. i'm hoping book 7 will have more action in it, less 'oh, four months passed. it snowed. then another six months passed. we harvested the hay. now it's summer again.' the book has its good parts, but a lot of it is the same -- 'they felt it coming.' 'they knew it was coming.' 'the time had come.' 'they could feel it in the air; something was coming.' ...no shit. we know. let's move toward it, shall we? so i'm at page 535 of 978, and i probably won't be done any time soon. i'm just not putting that much effort into it. but i am also, to be fair, trying to stretch it out a bit -- i am hoping against hope that there is a book 7 out there somewhere. book 6 was published in 2005, so hopefully book 7 is already printed. and the reason i'm stretching it out is because my birthday is sept. 20, and i am hoping i will get some money so i can go buy the book. it's possible it's not out yet and i'll just be sad, but then i can cheer myself up by buying other assorted books. i'm torn between trying to find out now and waiting until my birthday. i think i might look it up after i finish book 6 -- if i know now, i'll just try to speed through book 6 and then have to wait a month. and we all know how i do with patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well. luckily for me, it is now time to go on home. which, as aforementioned, means the end of this post, because i have no internet at home. that may be remedied soon -- jon's payments for his truck are ending, so we've been throwing around the idea of -- gasp! -- getting cable tv (WOOT to no more having only 3 fairly-to-very fuzzy channels!) and internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sort of overwhelming, if you think about it. we haven't had cable or internet since april. it seems like so much longer than it actually is, but when you've had both for all of your life, it's sort of a harsh reality. i mean, sure, i've lived, it's been fine. i'm doing all right. but i won't lie -- i like having the option of watching tv or looking something up online. i like having the luxury. i can live without it, but i don't necessarily want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;either way, it's still time to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-5418519814595446886?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5418519814595446886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=5418519814595446886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/5418519814595446886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/5418519814595446886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title='cape cod'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-650447522774308158</id><published>2007-08-22T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:40:15.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all things scotland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have been ridiculously obsessed with all things scottish lately. i have been missing it so badly! my first terrible decision was to watch a video my mom had found for me at some sale -- 'touring scotland' -- yeah, i was crying within minutes of starting it. oof. just made me miss it more than normal, which is already a lot! and now i've been wearing a necklace and earrings that i got in scotland and were given to me from scotland (respectively), and that just makes me think of it. and then i watched braveheart -- except the crappy vhs version which is two tapes so you have to get up and switch it in the middle, ahahha -- which was awesome. i forgot how good that movie is! how much it stirs my scottish blood, hah. ALSO, how mel gibson was NOT always a crazy looking old anti-semitic drunk man. he looks good in braveheart. and he played the part brilliantly. i am totally in love with him in this movie.. it's one of two that i ever really liked him in, the other being maverick. also a good movie. but anyway. braveheart reminded me of -- obscure book reference here, although i know most of you have read them, haha -- the outlander novels, because his william wallace reminded me a lot of jamie -- who, for those who don't know, is a character in said novels. quick synopsis: the books are set in the 1950s/60s until suddenly claire ends up transported back to 1750s/60s scotland, where she ends up meeting (and marrying) jamie. so then they're set around the battle of culloden, of which she obviously has forewarning since she knows what happened, being from the 'future' and all. and then eventually they move to america and are currently, in the last book, trying to survive the american revolutionary war. but they are still scottish and surrounded by scots. so. since the movie reminded me of the books, i am now rereading the last book (a breath of snow and ashes), although if it's actually the last book i don't know -- she may have put out another book by now. but i can't afford it if she has, so i am just going to wait until probably my birthday (sept. 20) to figure that out, because hopefully i can then go buy it with birthday money, woot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah. obsessed with all things scotland. missing it terribly. watching 'william wallace' run around the highlands made me cry, because they're so beautiful and haunting and lovely and .. i want to be there. i want to run around the highlands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although there was one problem -- some of the movie was set in edinburgh, and they talked about the castle. now, i know that in the 12/1300s, the castle certainly didn't look like it does now, but they didn't even pretend, i don't think. unless the castle has been knocked down and completely rebuilt, which, i suppose, is possible, they didn't even try. cause what they showed looked nothing like any part of the castle that's there nowadays. not knowing my edinburgh castle history, i suppose it could have been completely redone, but that seems unlikely. although in random trivia, did you know the castle is built on an old volcano? and that people settled there as early as 800 ad? i thought that was pretty cool to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;either way, i miss it so bad. jon came back from a red sox game in boston awhile ago and was talking about how he forgot how much he loved boston, just how everything felt right again when he was there. and that's how i feel about edinburgh/scotland. everything just felt right. i was happier than i'd been in a long time, and while i do love jon, i don't love my life (aka, my job, cause that's all i have since the hours i work make it impossible to see anyone and/or do anything), so i'd say i haven't been that happy since either. i know scotland wouldn't fix all my problems, but.. i just felt right there. if it wasn't so far away, i'd move there in a heartbeat. but i know i'd miss my family and friends. i've played the move away game, and it was fun because it wasn't permanent, you know? if i could just lasso scotland and bring it closer -- or maybe lasso the united states and move it closer, scotland is fine where it is -- i would totally move there. in a second. in less than a second. in a nanosecond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for those of you who don't know, this is edinburgh castle:&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/edinburghcastle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/edinburghcastle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/edinburghcastle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/edinburghcastle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/edinburghcastle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/edinburghcastle4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is the skyscape:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/edinburgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/edinburgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so the castle is in there in the back right, and the short steeple on the left (not the super tall spiny one, the more left one) is about 10 seconds from where i lived. no exaggeration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for good measure, this is buddy mulligans, one of our favorite pubs:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/biddymulligans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/biddymulligans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/grassmarket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/grassmarket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note biddy's there in the bottom corner (right-ish, with the green shade) and the castle up above it. it's quite a trip to stumble out of a bar drunk, look up, and see a castle. but one of my favorite trips. woot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is a picture of the highlands, a la kate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/turns_out_highlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/turns_out_highlands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh. can i go home yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-650447522774308158?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/650447522774308158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=650447522774308158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/650447522774308158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/650447522774308158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-things-scotland.html' title='all things scotland'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-7967976908624353115</id><published>2007-08-20T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:52:49.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i forgot one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah. i knew this would happen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess i did actually sort of touch on it, cause i said go to australia and new zealand. but specifically, i want to scuba dive/snorkel at the great barrier reef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..also on the list should be get my scuba diving license. i'm not really sure how much i'll love scuba diving, cause underwater stuff terrifies me. i have no idea why. but i'm thinking shallow-ish water, light, clear water, i should be okay. i just won't go in any creepy, dark places, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again, i'm sure there's more, but. right now at least i am way too lazy to think about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work is still the boo. everyone's all sorts of cranky cause of the new software systems, and so i'm just listening to music all day. on the plus side, this prompted me to update my ipod with my fall out boy (infinity on high) cd and my the all-american rejects (move along) cd, and to just plain charge it. since we don't have internet, i don't really use my computer for a whole lot. so it's kind of a pain to turn it on just to charge my ipod, so i've been going without. but it's much nicer than cds cause a) i am not attached to my computer. with cds, i have to be headphone-d to my pc, which means the music has to stop when i need to get up, which is often. b) cds end way too quickly and so i have to listen to them repeatedly or bring like 10 to work. which gets annoying. and c) i have more variety with the ipod. shuffle is my friend! i can go from metallica to fall out boy to under the sea (heck yeah, the little mermaid!) to britney (yes, i know, i'm properly ashamed) to... you get the idea. it's a lovely mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also lovely is the fact that i am done so i can get the flock outta here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-7967976908624353115?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7967976908624353115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=7967976908624353115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/7967976908624353115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/7967976908624353115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-forgot-one.html' title='i forgot one..'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-611691976066127638</id><published>2007-08-17T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:34:29.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dun dun DUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well. i may or may not have enough time to accomplish my list, but i'm going to give it a try.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i should note that these entries will be in no particular order. not of importance, of time to be done by, or even by alphabetical order. which might drive you (and me) crazy, but maybe i'll fix it up later. cause i'm sure i'll be adding to it, so what's the difference now? this is just my first draft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- learn gaelic. how freaking sweet would it be to go to the highlands of scotland and converse with people in gaelic? honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go back to scotland. (duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- visit greece; specifically, athens, sparta, the oracle at delphi, ... okay that list could go on a lot. i guess i should amend this to 'spend a lot of time in greece.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go back to venice and go to murano; watch glass-blowing. buy blown glass. love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- drink a pint of guinness in ireland. and a pint of smithwick's. and then an irish black &amp; tan (smithwick's and guinness. so tasty!). and maybe some bailey's too. or whatever their local irish cream is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to egypt; see all the various ancient landmarks. the pyramids, cairo, the other places i can't think of right now. think 'the mummy,' but hopefully without undead creatures threatening my life. although it would spice up the trip, i suppose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- learn to ride a horse. and if i like it, buy a horse. a clydesdale. cause they're scottish! and pretty. and big! i want a black stallion with white poofs at his feet and white detailing (hahaha like a car? i dunno what it's called). of course, that's supposing i like riding horses. i've only ever been in the same place as them once, and they were super big and a little scary. and i'm told they sense fear. so i guess i need to overcome my fear of them as well. possibly even first, as in, before i learn to ride them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- learn to rock climb. and then go rock climbing. i'm afraid of heights so this should be interesting, but i think it would be too cool of a thing to not do just because of a stupid fear. so again, overcome fear of heights. possibly by rock climbing. there is a method to my madness, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- climb a mountain that is not the most death-defying mountain ever. just maybe a good landmark. a climb that will challenge but not likely kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- hike mount washington. i hate those bumper stickers that say 'this car climbed mount washington!' all that says to me is 'i'm a lazy ass and instead of hiking and enjoying the scenic outdoors and getting some exercise, i drove my fat ass up a mountain to cheat and see the view for no hard work in return!' (which is, you may note, considerably longer. maybe that's why it's not on a bumper sticker?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to australia and new zealand. honestly, i first wanted to go because that's where xena was filmed, and it's beautiful. then i wanted to go because of crocodile dundee. and then i wanted to go because a friend studied abroad there and loved it so much she went back for grad school. that kind of passion makes me curious to see what it's like, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to alaska. i've heard it's beautiful there. i'd like to go snowshoeing. skiing. etc. snow sports in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- learn to fly a plane. my grandfather used to own a plane, and he's always told us stories about flying, and it's always made me want to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- learn to fly a helicopter. it just seems cool. and people who can afford helicopter rides are rich, so maybe if i was a pilot i'd be rich too? by proxy? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to arizona to visit my cousin. and to see it. i've heard it's pretty cool looking, so i guess after i get over my excitement of seeing my cousin, i'll start to look around. and play an rpg (role-playing game) with her so i can finally understand what they are and how they work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- ski in colorado. i mean really. is this not a skier's dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- try snowboarding. i make no promises to like it or continue learning it, but i would like to try it once and see if i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go skydiving. once. more, if i like it. i've always wished i could fly, and here's a genuine chance, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- take a road trip cross-country. i'd kind of like to do it while i'm young, but if i have to settle for old/retired and in an rv, i can accept that. life doesn't end after retirement, damnit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- hike the appalachian trail. i dunno if i'll ever be financially stable enough to not work for a couple months while i do this, so this one's kind of a long shot, but i think it would be an awesome experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to summer camp. okay, so i won't really have an opportunity to do that now that i'm not a kid, which will always make me sad, but maybe i can do it when i have a family.. have us all go to some family resort-ish-camp-ish place. like in dirty dancing, but for normal (not rich) people. it won't be quite the same, but i yearn a little for a camp experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- learn to cook/bake. or at least master a few recipes. i can cook general food, and i make bangin faJitas, but i'd like to have a good repertoire of recipes. maybe not super complicated things, but, say, raspberry bars. i don't know how to make them now, and i'd like to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- make the homemade kahlua my mom gave me a recipe for. sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- shoot a (hand)gun. and become proficient at it. i'm not in love with the fact that guns exist, but i am facing the facts that they DO exist. and if for some reason i ever need to defend myself and happen to find a gun to use -- all of which hopefully won't happen, but still -- i'd like to know how to use it. if it's me or them, i pick me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- ride a motorcycle. as a passenger. and not a stupid crotch rocket! and only with someone i trust, because motorcycles  seem so very scary to me. so maybe on a back road, or even a parking lot. very slowly. i'd just like to see what it's like. and if i like it, drive a motorcycle. and if i really, really, really like it, own a motorcycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- join a rugby team again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- and a soccer team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to indiana (or wherever she's living when i can afford this...) and visit audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to nj (or wherever she's living when i can afford this...) and visit vicky. and see her apartment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- i already said go back to scotland; implied in that was visit sarah &amp; iain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- return to new hampshire often. i like it there. and that's where enslin and jeanette are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- okay, let's just say visit all of my friends that don't live close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to d.c. and see the holocaust museum. and go inside the damn washington monument! stupid thing was closed for construction when i was there. grr. and see d.c. sights. (and visit kate and carrie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go to a ranch in montana and ride horses. (yeah, i should accomplish my earlier goal of 'overcome fear of and then learn to ride horses' first.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- see the rocky mountains. possibly hike/climb them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- go on a safari in africa. so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- get back into photography; possibly sell photos. have a darkroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. i'd say that's good for now. i'm sure there's plenty more i'd like to accomplish in my life, but i think i've got a good starting base now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-611691976066127638?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/611691976066127638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=611691976066127638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/611691976066127638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/611691976066127638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/dun-dun-dun.html' title='dun dun DUN'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-608289604838010957</id><published>2007-08-15T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:39:15.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, okay, so i'm a jerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...which means, yeah, no update just yet. i know what you're thinking -- well, monica, if you have the time to write that there will be no list today, don't you have the time to write your list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, no, reader. this list requires time for thought that i don't have at the moment. i'd really like to be able to sit back and think about my list. really come up with some stellar 'life goals.' cause when one makes such a list, one needs to make sure all things are on said list. i've given thought to printing out my 'life goals' in order to keep them and try to accomplish as many as possible, so i want to make sure that everything i can possibly think of is on this superb list. (i hope i'm not building this up too much, hahha) i'm a list person, and i heart having lists of things to cross off once i've finished them. it warms me a little inside every time i can (neatly) cross an item off a (neat, organized) list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i do, however, have time for a quick post explaining the BOOOOOO-ishness of work lately. i mean, it's always pretty BOOO-inspiring, but we're currently switching over to new software systems, and it is just a giant mess. none of us know how to build a page anymore, so it's ridiculously confusing and frustrating. i've never quite experienced something like this, where you know how to do something in one system but you are switched to another system which is eerily similar but just different enough that you're totally lost. we used to use quark -- and we still are, for some pages, just to make it more confusing -- and we're switching to indesign. the two systems look almost exactly alike, except the ways to do everything are different. for instance, in quark, if you want to add runaround (buffer space around an object) onto something, you hit control T. if you want to do this in indesign, it is now called 'text wrap' and it is alt+cntrl+W. ..why? cause whoever made indesign decided to completely scrap quark shortcuts? i have no idea, really. i'm not sure which came first, all i know is whoever created each clearly hated the other, because everything is completely different. so far, i'm not such a huge fan of indesign, but i suspect this is solely because i have no idea what i'm doing so far. i don't like not being good at what i do, particularly since i am, modestness aside, quite accomplished in quark. i can build a page -- well -- very quickly, and now i am back to square one, learning the whole process. except it's even more annoying since if i was using quark, i'd know what to do, but now that we're in indesign, i've got no clue what magical combination of buttons to hit to, say, take a frame off a box, or make a box gray, or .. oof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. aside from it being frustrating for me for several reasons, one of which being that i simply don't like change (unless i instigate it -- yes, i know it's unfair, but that's another post, really), it's also frustrating to me because we have several people here who are not really proficient at technology in general, let alone switching over to new systems. and they're vocal people. so they are yelling and angry and frustrated and.. well. they are not shy in voicing their opinion that we were just fine with quark, thankyouverymuch. i secretly (or not so, i have also been somewhat vocal in not being thrilled about all this) agree, but i am hoping i appear to take a slightly less gutturally angry manner about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;phooey. on top of all of this, they have actually been making me do loads of work lately. gone are the days when i had hours to beg for something to do.. i am pretty well busy from start to finish every day now. i don't even usually take a break. although i do take 5-minute breaks to read articles on people or tmz, so i guess it evens out.. but i consider those my smoke breaks, since i don't smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;speaking of time, though, i was waiting for page 7 to be read because all i need to do is upload some stories to the web and then i can go home, and now that that page has been read, i can upload it, so i'm going to get on that so i can go home and watch last comic standing. woot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear, my 'life goals' slash 'list of things to do before i die' slash 'things i want to accomplish' slash 'better name i haven't come up with yet' will come someday. tomorrow i might have time, but i am going to try building two pages in indesign tomorrow.. so depending on how well that goes, i may or may not have time to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eep.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-608289604838010957?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/608289604838010957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=608289604838010957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/608289604838010957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/608289604838010957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-okay-so-im-jerk.html' title='okay, okay, so i&apos;m a jerk'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-6523235196886814579</id><published>2007-08-13T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:22:40.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well. it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; late right now so i am going to go home, not write a blog entry, but i thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; send out a little note saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been thinking my next post is going to be.. things i want to accomplish. calling them 'life goals' sounds a little overambitious and/or more important than they actually are, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; anti the whole cliche "things to do before i die" list. unfortunately, that's basically what it is.. i haven't figured out what else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to call it, but the other point of the update is that i probably won't get to my list until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. i was pretty busy tonight, and i will probably be busy tomorrow, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; is the first really feasible day for this list of mine. i will tell you, though, that i shared a few of my list items with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt; already (we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gchatting&lt;/span&gt;), and she asked, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;! can i be your life-goal buddy?' because my 'life goals' are so super stellar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, now you want to read, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-6523235196886814579?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6523235196886814579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=6523235196886814579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/6523235196886814579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/6523235196886814579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/teaser.html' title='a teaser'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-1648247196246998881</id><published>2007-08-08T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:29:29.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what did i tell you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we need coffee in the morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/mejuanchester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/mejuanchester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..or we fall asleep. (yes, even the puppy. he's quite the caffeine hound.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/threesleepers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/threesleepers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beached!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/beached.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/beached.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wait, he's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/hesokay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/hesokay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chester boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/chesterdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/chesterdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brother's gf w/chester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/tianachester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/tianachester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;juan w/chester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/chesterjon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/chesterjon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and daddy (self photography is clearly the best option)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/mendaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/mendaddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brother shaves jon's mohawk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/ericshavesjon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/ericshavesjon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take it down, take it all the way down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/gettingclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/gettingclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/theaudience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/theaudience.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the supervisor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/thesupervisor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/thesupervisor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perfection takes teamwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/soclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/soclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/almost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/almost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;annnnnd mohawk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/aaandthehawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/aaandthehawk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vanna white's got nothin on my baby.. (food circa 2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/vannawhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/vannawhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;booze cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/boozecruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/boozecruise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baby boozed out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/babyboozedout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/babyboozedout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brother &amp; gf splashing each other on the front of the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/erictiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/erictiana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...cue brother and gf soaked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/erictianawet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/erictianawet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.......cue end of pictures. this took me forever. stupid formatting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-1648247196246998881?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1648247196246998881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=1648247196246998881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1648247196246998881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1648247196246998881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-did-i-tell-you.html' title='what did i tell you'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-5164742908813707729</id><published>2007-08-07T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:53:50.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well it has been forever since i posted, and i apologize for that. i was on vacation starting friday the 20th through sunday the 29th of july, then that next week and yesterday i was super busy because i had to be first one person at work and then another as they both took time off. unfortunately, all that really id for me was allow me to have no extra time for blogging, cause i don't get compensated for doing anyone else's job, so there's no real benefit there for me. i got to make a couple covers, which is sort of exciting, cause it allows for a little creativity, so i guess that was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;either way, it is done now and i am back to being me! yaaaay. although i think someone else wants help with his pages, so i may end up doing some of his stuff too. yeesh. as if this nonsense wasn't bad enough, we are switching from cni and quark to incopy/prestige and indesign. i have had two training sessions so far, one for incopy and one for indesign, and i am fairly confused on the indesign one. we went really fast and didn't even really cover all that much, so how we went fast i'm not sure, but we seemed to always be doing something that i was too far behind to get. i missed the first step a lot, like 'go up to file and find ...', and if you don't know where to begin, it's hard to follow the directions from there. blast. i am not really excited to be switching to indesign.. it's supposed to be better, but from what i've seen so far (which, to be fair, is not a lot), i think it seems like it's more work and more annoying. but i am sure that is probably just because i was "raised" on quark and it's all i know.. and i'm good at it. so switching to a new system and being thrown for a loop is sucky, i hate not being good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aside from that, i dyed my hair sunday, and at first i hated it.. i am still not sure i love it, but it's growing on me (no pun intended, hahah). it was supposed to be a dark/deep red (think addison on grey's or grace on will &amp; grace, or ::shudder:: lohan before she dyed her hair &amp;amp; went crazy druggie), but it just came out super dark. and purple. but it's lightening a little, and it's more red than purple in some lighting. i'm hoping it keeps lightening, because the dark just isn't good with my pale (slash translucent) skin. unfortunately, it's starting to grow on me, but i am seeing at least one area that didn't quite get as much dye as it should have, and i'm just hoping it's not as noticeable to other people as it is to me. i was contemplating redying my hair immediately (like, friday), but now i am thinking i might just leave it for a little while.. mid-september-ish should give my hair enough time to breathe a little, and then if it gets messed up, i can get it fixed at a salon before my dad's wedding in october. i'm supposed to go to my mom's tonight to see what she thinks of the color. it's getting a little more liveable for me now, although that one spot is going to irk me, and i am not buying a new bottle of dye solely for one stupid spot. but grr! so yeah. it is definitely the darkest my hair has ever been in my entire life, and i think that threw me for a loop, especially given it was soooo dark when it first finished. it was literally black when it was wet. think ink.  i had ink-colored hair. and when it dried it was just a dark purple. but now it is more red, and i am liking it a bit better, although it's not what i was going for. which seems to happen often, i never get what i'm going for.. i think i'm going to have to go to a salon for that color red, and that sucks, because i am poor and i don't want to pay for it! booo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. nothing too interesting has happened lately besides vacation, which was swell. it was lovely to just relax and go swimming and jet skiing and kayaking and .. well, canoeing was not relaxing at all, it was terrifying. i did not remember canoeing being so tipsy and oh-God-we're-going-to-dump-over feeling. my dad helpfully pointed out that the last time i went, i was like 12, so i was considerably smaller, which is true. i hadn't taken the canoe out in years, taking instead the two-person kayak, which sits much closer to the water. also not helping are the broken seats on the canoe, cause you have to sit on those life-raft-seat-cushion-thingys (well, you don't have to, but the other option is uncomfortable), and the child-sized oars (exaggeration, yes, but they are small) that force you to bend over to really get into the water, especially if you're 6'4" (cough boyfriend cough). so we took that out once and that was the end of it, because i kept freaking out and trying to rebalance thinking we were tipping and jon was laughing every time i tried to not fall out, and i thought he was shaking it on purpose, so i was getting mad, but it turns out he wasn't, and then there was a steering issue cause, well, he kinda failed. you can't just paddle on one side the whole time. it doesn't work. and it doesn't matter if the other person paddles on the opposite side the entire time. unless you are perfectly in tune and have balancing strength and direction with your paddles, that will not work. so i'd switch to try to turn it, and he'd switch, and i'd be like ..uh, no.  or i'd tell him to paddle on the other side. well, someone had to! he didn't really appreciate my directions, though, and eventually tried to make me paddle it by myself, from the front, which didn't really work either. yeesh. so from then on i took out the one-person kayak and had a much more stable, direct-route time. hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there was also a puppy who was adorable! my aunt got a little yellow lab puppy and he was just a little bundle of love and fun. he was pretty classic yellow lab -- never really in a rush, happy to play, thrilled to be loved, etc. very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also cute was jon's mohawk! he decided he wanted a mohawk on vacation, so we had a big project sunday night in which my brother buzzed jon's head (down to the no-guard, which means the shortest length you can get without bic-ing it, basically, which was a...conversation we had. i said, take it down.. jon was a little afraid at first, but then we finally got him to do it) and i helped shape the mohawk, with my dad looking on and snapping pictures and his sister, his fiancee and his fiancee's sister all looking on and offering directions. they wanted us to take down the top to a shorter length, but i wanted a tall mohawk, so we left it up. my aunt helpfully supplied some "instant freeze" aussie hair styling spray and some spray gel, both of which we used, and we spiked the hawk, and it was freaking hot. i love mohawks, and i loved my boyfriend with one! unfortunately, it's gone.. he buzzed it last thursday night cause friday was supposed to be hot and he didn't want to wear a hat and he clearly couldn't have a mohawk at work. (can you imagine if an ambulance came to get you and your emt had a mohawk?) so now he's just all naked-head-ed, which was weird at first but i'm getting used to it. i think he can pull it off, but he doesn't like it. weirdly, i think it makes him look taller, haha. the hawk definitely did, cause it was 3ish inches of spiked hair on top of shaved sides and his freaking tall body. i liked it. we don't really have any decent pics of it spiked, just one he took on his cell, but i will try to upload some pics tomorrow. it's almost time to go home today, so that's a project for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well. i think that's a fairly decent update for now.. i owe more, i know, after two weeks of no updating, and i will certainly try for more tomorrow and the rest of the week. woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-5164742908813707729?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5164742908813707729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=5164742908813707729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/5164742908813707729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/5164742908813707729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/apologies.html' title='apologies'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-6358670075812596277</id><published>2007-07-19T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:36:57.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a pet peeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yesterday i was watching a soap opera -- all my children, and only because there's nothing else to do in between when i wake up (noon-ish) and when i leave for work (2/230ish) -- and i saw something that irritates me in a lot of movies/shows. this guy whose name i never caught, so we'll call him bob, and this girl whose name i also didnt catch, so we'll call her shanaenae, were having a conversation about how bob used to be in love with lily but is now sleeping with ava. meanwhile, he's protesting that he's not just sleeping with her, he's completely in love with her, and he's sorry to hurt lily but he really loves ava. and shanaenae is all, but can you honestly say you don't love lily anymore? and he goes, no. i still love lily. and meanwhile, ava has shown up in the background -- skulking, perhaps, although it seemed she just was coming home/wherever they were (a dock.. why, i don't know -- i've only seen this show like twice before) and came upon them. so she's listening in from the beginning of shanaenae's question, and she hears bob's answer, or at least up until that period, where he paused, and she gets all huffy and walks away. meanwhile, bob continued, ..but not as a husband. i love her as a friend. i'm in love with ava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. clearly, if ava hadn't gotten all upset, she would have heard the rest, and they could have avoided the drama that will no doubt stalk the rest of the season as bob doesn't know why ava doesn't like him anymore and ava wreaks revenge on bob for dissing her, which he didn't actually do. hell, they could probably get a couple seasons out of that -- she tries to run him off the road, he tries to win her back, she tries to stab him, he tries to win her back, she sleeps with his best friend, he tries to win her back, she gets pregnant with best friend's baby, he steals said baby (cause now he's just pissed off, he's done trying), ...... etc. and while i understand that drama is essential for any entertainment, this irritates me. mainly because honestly, if you walked up and people were talking about you -- specifically a loaded question like hey is the person you love in love with you? -- would you HONESTLY walk away without listening to the rest of the conversation?? who walks away in the middle?? i'd stand there until they stopped talking, or at least until they stopped talking about me. and in which case, i would have heard the answer, and i'd have been happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid ava. and stupid bob. that's a failure answer on a soap opera! i mean come on, that's asking for trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..yeah, i know, i'm new at watching soap operas. but i think this is why i normally don't. although it's also possible it's because some are just ridiculously silly, cause i saw snatches of another one that had some guy meeting his father for the first time, but we never saw his face, and he had a mask similar to the guy on nip/tuck's, and some weird voice, and a red glittery shirt with long red fingernails (yeah, a guy). and he was all, 'but you saw me, mom. when i get upset.. i even tried to kill you!' and she's all, 'but i forgive you honey. come meet your father.' and it was very weird. and i think that's odd.. are they really hurting for plot lines? cause that's an outlandish, ridiculous plot line, and i only saw like 3 minutes of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe that's what i should do -- i'll go write for a soap opera. i'll just think of the most irritating and annoying ways possible to stretch every possible thing out as long as possible. i'll just think, hey, what would make me want to tear my hair out as a solution to this problem? and presto, i'd have a script. seriously, i think i'd be brilliant at it. i can bs with the best of them, and isn't that all you need for a soap script? pffft. i'd have them all eating out of my palms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...muahahah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-6358670075812596277?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6358670075812596277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=6358670075812596277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/6358670075812596277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/6358670075812596277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/pet-peeve.html' title='a pet peeve'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-1626038371819193910</id><published>2007-07-18T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:36:18.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and i saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for the curious, that's a line from a fall out boy song (golden) that's stuck in my head.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i was just perusing facebook and saw a fellow classics major's page, and she had pics up from her graduation this year, and one of them had my favorite professor in them. he didn't come to my graduation, i think cause he had to go be with his sister or something, but either way it was a little sad for me. i had him for 7 classes, and he was my advisor for my classics major, and just a good guy in general. maybe i'll photoshop the pictures so it looks like he and i are in one, hahah. it's just crappy seeing him all dressed up for graduation and there when i didn't get that at mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but in good news, my bathing suit fits, and i am liking it. i'm glad we went with that one, and i'm glad we went with red. i am liking the red! i am actually sort of excited to wear it, minus the fact that it's a bathing suit and i am not bathing-suit-ready, haha. i like the back, i like the design, i wish more suits out there were like that. i am so tired of boring bathing suits, and i feel that a lot of other women are as well. maybe i'll start a bathing suit clothing line, haha. how sweet would that be? except i'd always just go look at the speedo web site and be like oh, i like that.. and copying isn't designing. fail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't have too much to say today. i am just trying to get through the week.. vacation starts friday! we still have two hours left today, and i have already done the state page, and i have nothing else to do, so i'm pretty fairly bored. tomorrow is thursday and that is when i do my sunday pages, so i can waste a good chunk of time doing that.. and then friday i have to be the new britain city editor, which sucks. i don't want to! i want to be done at 10 and leave so i can go up to new hampshire. but their deadline is 11, so i may be here til 10:30 or 11, which sucks! aww crap plus i gotta web the stories, which i hate doing, it's annoying. bah. plus my coworker is being.. less than pleasant, you could say. although today we haven't spoken a word, so i guess that's fine too, ahha. at least then i don't have to listen to her hypocrisy. i hate it when people are so quick and easy to criticize other people and then can't take it when they get criticized. it just .. sticks in my craw. hah. so yeah. work. sucks. i want the next two days to be over so i can be going to nh and leeeaving ct and relaxing and not thinking and just having fun and hanging out with my family. i love my family, i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so excited they're all going to be there. i will probably feel differently about my bathing suit once OTHER people besides me see it, especially my brother's girlfriend. i like her, i really do, but she is the epitome of ...everything. she is short and blonde and skinny and alternately adorable and hot, and i feel sort of like an ogre when i stand next to her. oof. but the important thing is she is actually really nice, and funny, and i like her, and she seems good for my brother. i'll just wear a towel all the time.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apparently the dresses are in for the wedding, my dad's fiancee went to pick them up. for those who don't know, mine is this one: &lt;a href="http://www.dessy.com/index.cfm?go=dresses&amp;style=2046"&gt;http://www.dessy.com/index.cfm?go=dresses&amp;amp;style=2046&lt;/a&gt; in spruce. (you can see the style better if you make it a lighter color.) it's a little bit more of a teal than an emerald like it shows on the screen.. just a bit more blue than green, but still greenish. i apparently need to go out and find about 7 different undergarments for it, which is.. not exciting. but my dad's fiancee did send me some money for it, so that's nice. but does anyone have any suggestions for where i should go? i'm new at this sort of girly thing. speaking of new at girly, i'm also getting my hair did for this thing -- for the first time ever. or i guess technically the trial run will be the first time ever, and that is on sept. 15, which is 5 days before my birthday, so i am trying to get someone to take me out since i'll be all did up. oof. i hope it's not anything too fancy/hairspray-y. i don't want a helmet of hair. they were talking at the dress store about doing it half up, leaving most of it down and wavy, so that i am totally fine with. i just don't want that hard, crusty look that sometimes happens when people get their hair did. my hair's soft, and i like it that way, damnit. plus whenever it gets like that it always looks like it's really tight, like it hurts a lot. and i'm all about booing that. but i guess we'll see when the time comes, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in randomly unrelated to anything news, i think i want "when i get where i'm going" (brad paisley) played at my funeral.. i just really like the song. the beginning goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i get where i'm going, on the far side of the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first thing that i'm gonna do, is spread my wings and fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm gonna land beside a lion, and run my fingers through his mane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or i might find out what it's like, to ride a drop of rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it keeps going (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bradpaisley/whenigetwhereimgoing.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bradpaisley/whenigetwhereimgoing.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;), and i just really like the whole idea -- chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah when i get where i'm going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there'll be only happy tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will shed the sins and struggles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have carried all these years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'll leave my heart wide open&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will love and have no fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah when i get where i'm going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't cry for me down here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..of course, i am sure it will make people cry, because it would make me cry if i heard it at a funeral, but i think it would be a sweet cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have also decided that i want people to write down one song that reminds them of me, and then i want someone to make it into a cd. and people can buy the cd for like $5, which will go to a charity i haven't chosen yet cause i just started thinking about this today when i filled out a myspace survey that asked what song you want played at your funeral. i might change my mind about the brad paisley song, cause i'm sure it's probably overdone, but it's all i can think of right now, and i do like it. besides, it's country, and people can have a bittersweet laugh over how i'm laughing my ass off at all of them having to listen to country, cause mostly everyone i know hates country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now that i've been somewhat morbid and managed to solidly waste 30 minutes, i still have another hour and a half to go, so i am going to go write my mom an email and then go back to abandondedbutnotforgotten.com. oiy. i wish i could just go home already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-1626038371819193910?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1626038371819193910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=1626038371819193910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1626038371819193910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1626038371819193910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-i-saw-god-cry-in-reflection-of-my.html' title='and i saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-4446413819371552123</id><published>2007-07-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:12:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me + blogging = not exciting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i clearly fail at this blog thing, since i haven't updated in quite awhile. to be fair, they've actually made me DO stuff at work lately. and since i don't have the internet at home, that leaves me with the options of 1) staying longer at work and 2) not posting. i chose option 2, mainly because i never want to be here longer than i have to be here, and since they don't seem to care if we peace out right after the paper's done, regardless, then i'm OUT. woot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah. i know. excuses excuses. i apologize to all of my loyal readers (kate still being one, she reassured me today, and sami and victoria also ones, i was previously reassured), and i will try to post more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this past weekend was mostly nice but sorta eh. we went to a hibachi grill place on saturday night, which means it was one of those places where you sit around a grill and they cook up your food right there for you. and our chef was really fun, he told jokes and did little magic tricks and stuff. some of them were easy but others i had no idea how he did. but the fried rice was freaking amazing, and the veggies &amp; steak were good too. it was a lot of fun. and then we went to see harry pothead, and i loved it. particularly rupert grint, because he is adorable and i heart him. i thought book 5 was unnecessarily long, and it's actually my least favorite book. but i thought they did a superb job of cutting out all of the angsty, angry, depressing nonsense and getting to the point and the good stuff without missing that it's all still sullen and angsty. frankly, i kind of thought harry was annoying in that book, but he didn't turn out that way in the movie, which made me happy. either way, LOVED it. i'm feeling a little sad because the new book comes out on the 21st, and that is my first day of vaca -- we are leaving i think friday night, which means i'll be up in a fabulous and sort of quaint resort town on saturday. and we'll probably be going to a HUGE craft fair that they set up in town that weekend, and as much as i love it, i just don't foresee anyone selling hp books at said craft sale, nor do i foresee any of the little shops -- while adorable and cute -- selling hp books either. which means i'd have to drive to a real town, however far that may be, and buy the book, and then spend the next day or two immersed in harry potter goodness. which sounds nice, but also seems rude, and non-perfect, because part of the reason i am so excited for vaca is because it is with my dad &amp;amp; brother, both of whom i don't tend to see for more than two hours at a time lately. so diving headfirst into a book seems like the not-best plan i could have, so i may have to wait til we get home. which kinda sucks cause i want to read the book, but i've waited this long, so i suppose i can wait another week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the plus side, my bathing suit is in! this has been a big fiasco. i couldn't find any suits i liked in stores -- all i could find were boring, look-down-the-beach-and-see-an-80-year-old-wearing-it suits, and that's not really the look i'm going for. it's hard to find a happy medium between teensy bikini and long-sleeved one-piece. so. i resorted to the speedo website, because speedo usually has suits i like. they are patterned in fun designs instead of the normal diagonal colored and/or gold lines/plain suits you see in stores, and they usually have an interesting t-back or racing back or just something other than a back that comes up to your shoulder blades.. i don't want a tube as a bathing suit. so i went to the web site, and they had a huge selection, so i was all excited, and they even have a little "try it on" model thingy that i was like pffft at first cause it's like a 15-year-old, but then i found out you can personalize your model -- put in your height, weight, hair color, skin color, body type, etc. so i was even more excited! and i had it down to a few suits, and i went to check my bank account to see if i could afford to order two and send one back (i was nervous about them fitting), and lo and behold, i am in the negative. i had apparently done some creative math (ironically, it's the first time since... 2003? that i sat down and did math. usually i just go with a 'well i think i have this much' mentality, and apparently that works better. oof.) and some things i'd thought went through hadn't, and either way, it was clearly a no-go, cause i was already in the negative, the bank charged me $30 every time i overdrew (three times -- $90!! highway robbery!! i am clearly already poor, you jerks!), and i don't have a credit card, so i was not ordering a suit any time soon. but then jon came to the rescue and ordered it for me, and i guess it arrived today. so i am still nervous because i could not try it on, so here's to hoping it fits and/or looks good! (ps, it is the sparkler flyback in red: &lt;a href="http://www.speedousa.com/index.cfm/fuseaction/products.detail/categoryID/44c7b34d-d192-4b75-b573-f7cd91645012/productID/f62e1cdc-6eb1-4e52-9bd7-4b337e59b354/"&gt;http://www.speedousa.com/index.cfm/fuseaction/products.detail/categoryID/44c7b34d-d192-4b75-b573-f7cd91645012/productID/f62e1cdc-6eb1-4e52-9bd7-4b337e59b354/&lt;/a&gt; it wasn't my favorite just in the pictures, but on my personalized model it looked really nice, and the color i think will be okay with my skin &amp;amp; hair. i did like the pink too, but we went with red.) i am hoping it looks decent, cause i don't have time (or money -- i get paid thursday but until then i am in the neg!) to order another one, and the selection in the stores i've been to is less than satisfactory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. we're about done here, which means i'll be leaving, and no longer writing, but i have one last bit to impart your way: jon told me about this sweet website and i have been perusing it off and on today. it is abandonedbutnotforgotten.com, and it is pictures of all these abandoned places/things that people have gone and photographed.. houses, factories, ghost towns, schools, insane asylums, theme parks, highways. it's pretty cool (and creepy) to see some of them.. and weird! like there's one asylum that still has curtains up in it, and one ferris wheel that's almost completely grown over. jon said there's some that have tables that are still set, and some that show you how much it keeps getting rotted/old over the years. i've still got plenty to see, but i'm mainly looking for ghost towns, cause the whole idea of a ghost town just seems so interesting to me. a whole town built and then abandoned.. i want to go to one someday, i just think it would be so cool. but then i do love history, so.. not shocking, right? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. that's a good something to check out if you're bored, cause it's pretty interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ttyl kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-4446413819371552123?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4446413819371552123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=4446413819371552123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/4446413819371552123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/4446413819371552123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-blogging-not-exciting.html' title='me + blogging = not exciting'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-1132140831714943646</id><published>2007-07-03T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:28:54.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a fantastic new game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am exhausted. last week was ridiculously busy at work, and then this weekend was ridiculously busy too. the week blew cause they made me work super hard for my money, which is a BOOO cause they don't pay me much so that's annoying. the weekend was good, but a little less busy would have been nice. i did, however, get to see sarah and iain -- twice!! so i was pretty stoked about that. i don't have too much time right now, so i think i'll leave all of that for another post another day, and instead i will simply tell you about the game that sarah &amp; iain told us all about and that we subsequently went out, bought, brought to our friends' house, played and loved. well at least i loved it, haha.. i thought it was hilarious. i didn't actually ask jon, but i'd assume he liked it as well, since he was laughing and since he won like 3 times. yeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. it's called apples to apples, and there are two kinds of cards, red &amp;amp; green. the red are nouns and the green are adjectives. each turn, one person is the judge, and this also rotates with each turn, so it's fair. the judge turns over an adjective card, and every other player throws one of their 7 noun cards -- whichever they think fits with the adjective the best, is the funniest, etc. -- face down so it's anonymous, and then the judge picks whichever one they liked the best, for whatever reason they want. you don't even have to offer any reasoning, you just pick whichever you want. so you can bypass 'beauty &amp; the beast' for 'sappy' and pick 'popcorn' if you think it's funny or you just like the idea of sappy popcorn. so then whoever's noun card got picked gets to keep the adjective card, and the goal is to get to a certain number of adjective cards (the number changes depending on the number of players). and each round, the judge becomes the next person, and everyone takes another noun card so they have more choices (you always have 7 cards). some of the examples that i won for are charismatic golf-ball sized hail and chewy mahatma ghandi. there's also a bunch of variations that you can play too, like the quick draw, where you can throw two cards if you can get them down faster than someone else can get one down -- the first four cards (or however many people are playing, or just four if you want to pick an arbitrary number) to hit the table are judged, regardless of who threw them. and then there's a bunch of others that i can't remember right now but that i like; i think it's a good idea to have easy variations of a particular game so you don't get too bored. but it's really a funny game, and you can totally play to the judge by picking a card/combination you think they'll like.. with sarah, eli, jon &amp; myself, it was mostly all pick the funniest, but that worked out for us cause then it was all just hilarious. the only problem i saw was that sometimes when it was my turn to judge, i'd have the perfect card in my hand, but you can't throw it cause you're the judge. burn! it worked out, cause i wanted to use 'golf-ball sized hail' for 'dainty', but when i threw it for 'charistmatic', sarah laughed so hard she cried, so it worked out pretty well. and i had nothing for 'chewy' which is why i went with 'mahatma ghandi' -- i figured i'd throw the most ridiculous thing i had, and i ended up winning the card, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah. i totally recommend this game. it's up there with cranium in my top list of funniest games to play. you can find it at most stores that carry games.. we bought it at wal-mart for $25, which is a big expensive, but it's the party pack, so it came with a ridiculous number of cards: 749 red cards, 249 green cards, 10 blank cards (do-it-yourselfers!), 2 card trays, and the rules (which include the section on different ways to play), so i guess it'll be worth it.. i'm sure with a smaller version you might run into the same cards over and over again, whereas with this many cards, there's a better chance of finding new combinations all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="356" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/applestoapples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you can learn more here (there are bible, british isles, german, yiddish and jewish editions!!): &lt;a href="http://www.otb-games.com/showcase/apples.html"&gt;http://www.otb-games.com/showcase/apples.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you can see what our box looked like here (aka, to the right), to help you search for it in stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go forth, buy, laugh, and thank sarah &amp;amp; iain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-1132140831714943646?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1132140831714943646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=1132140831714943646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1132140831714943646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1132140831714943646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/phooey.html' title='on a fantastic new game'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-7214784241893247673</id><published>2007-06-28T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:22:51.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i don't have much time, but i just wanted to let my avid readers (all ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt;.. of them) know that i haven't lost interest in the blogging yet, it's just been a ridiculously busy week at work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lauren&lt;/span&gt; called out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, so i had to be her and we're already down a person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt; we had this ridiculous 12-page bridal section that no one knew about, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; is weekend, and today i had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lin&lt;/span&gt;, and we've moved our deadline up from 11 to 10, so now i work 230 to 1030. which sounds better, "ooh, earlier," but it's just a freaking hour. people are still asleep when i get home at 11. and now i just have less time during the day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;boooo&lt;/span&gt;. oh well. such if life, i suppose.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just tired of people acting like it's a great thing, but mostly they mean well, so i appreciate it even though i shoot it down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. in short, this week has been ridiculous. but in good news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt; finally called, so i am going to see her -- and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;iain&lt;/span&gt; too! -- on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; (i was getting a little nervous!), which is quite exciting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be driving up into mass somewhere; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mapquest&lt;/span&gt; says it's about an hour &amp; 40, so we're praying my car makes it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; i got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; off, so i can go to my mom's party and maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hanz's&lt;/span&gt; if i have time, but either way, i am having lunch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hanz&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;! in bad news, there's been some unresolved trust issues that i don't really want to talk about but which haven't been my favorite and which may get (at least more) resolved tonight, which i am sort of excited for but not really at all in the same exact breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the conversations (emails, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so not a phone person) seem to be going well with the old friend, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; coming up on some free time (i have been ridiculously busy lately for some reason), so hopefully we will get together and i can actually see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in other news, i seem surrounded by bridal whatnot. i read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kate's&lt;/span&gt; blog regularly, where she posts about her wedding and her hopefully posts from.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;weddingbee&lt;/span&gt;? i can't remember (sorry! terrible friend, i know). and i recently rented on a whim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; episodes of a show called '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;bridezillas&lt;/span&gt;' which follows brides in their planning processes and up through the wedding/reception. some of them they follow for months and some of them we pick up 3 days before, so i dunno how they choose. some of the women are like train wrecks, or more accurately, like the spoiled obnoxious girls on my sweet 16. you hate them but you can't look away! so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; become hooked to that show and been renting the episodes (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; up through season 2, disc 1-4.. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; afraid blockbuster doesn't have any more, which makes me sad!). and then we had that ridiculous bridal section on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; (that no one knew and/or did anything about until about noon of that day.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;oof&lt;/span&gt;!). so yeah. i dunno what's going on, but i feel surrounded by wedding stuff. which is fun but also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;eeky&lt;/span&gt;, cause if the universe is trying to tell me something, i still don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ready, let alone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; and i being ready together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;eep&lt;/span&gt;. although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not so sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; ever be ready. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a little envious of people who have no doubts at all, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just not sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; ever get to that point.. i don't want to be a divorce cliche, but watching my parents' 20+ year marriage end was sort of hard, especially since i was old enough to really understand what was happening. kind of makes me paranoid, you know? but eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; uncomfortable sharing that. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to erase it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why? i don't know. some futile exercise in opening up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but here's more uncomfortableness, until tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/babyteeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/babyteeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-7214784241893247673?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7214784241893247673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=7214784241893247673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/7214784241893247673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/7214784241893247673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-week.html' title='on the week'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-8220603996799504392</id><published>2007-06-22T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:56:49.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how my boyfriend throws a frisbee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/angryjonny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/angryjonny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/angryjonny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/angryjonny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/angryjonny3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/angryjonny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/angryjonny.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-KC5vtpOxU/RnyKCLfr_LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2Q5Rz-tYpps/s1600-h/angryjonny.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p-KC5vtpOxU/RnyJ97fr_KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SRY3u6-geGA/s1600-h/angryjonny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my favorite is picture 2, and then the ballerina pose in picture 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is what we look like when we're not being idiots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/menjonny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/menjonny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-8220603996799504392?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8220603996799504392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=8220603996799504392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/8220603996799504392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/8220603996799504392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-how-my-boyfriend-throws-frisbee.html' title='this is how my boyfriend throws a frisbee'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-1283806162545135785</id><published>2007-06-22T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:47:18.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but the physics make it impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so right now (at work), we are listening to the police scanner, because there is a car that went off into the woods by route 9 and i-91 in cromwell, and as reports come in, it just keeps getting more and more confusing. first they couldn't find the car, which begs the question, how did they know to look for one? but we're betting someone probably saw it go into the woods, so that's one answer. but anyway, then we heard that the car is 100 yards into the woods -- which is the length of a football field; i asked my boss, and he asked one of the sports guys, and they confirmed what i thought was already true. so here's the quandary -- how the hell did a car go 100 yards -- or 300 feet -- into the woods? how did it get that far without hitting anything and/or stopping? how did it get that far without hitting a tree, and why did any of said trees not stop said car? and now we find out that the car started the process by hitting a light fixture, which means it has already lost speed. so either this car was traveling upwards of 200 mph or .. well we don't have an or. we don't get how this is happening. we are confused. confounded police scanner, never offering any answers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. aside from being horribly confused by how a car travels 100 yards into the woods without stopping, i am pretty happy today. mostly because it's friday, but also because i got to see my mom yesterday for lunch and then heather today for lunch, which is more contact with people in one week than i've had in ... man, i don't even know, haha. PLUS tomorrow we are cooking faJitas (and i make bangin faJitas, as kate and sarah can attest to! but mine are not accompanied by gross things like refried beans and malibu... =P) and then going to a birthday party and then sunday we're seeing my dad and possibly my brother. then it will be crappy monday again, but i am choosing to focus instead on the good, such as the fact that now my vacation is four weeks away, probably to the day, cause i'm hoping we can drive up late friday after work. i am anxious to get there as soon as possible, haha. antsy for vaca, i am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in other news, i have recently been messaging a girl on myspace that i used to be best friends with a long time ago (think fresh/soph year in hs.. and yes, jenni, it's her).. things sort of fell apart when she went to college (she was older) and started doing drugs and things, and it just wasn't really a good scene. but from what she says (which i am sort of taking at face value for now, because she used to lie a lot), she has gotten her act cleaned up and is going to school -- in a weird coincidence, to be a nurse.. she wants to be a flight nurse on lifestar, which is an admirable goal, to be sure. from the review i've just given, she sounds not so good, but i think really she was just sort of messed up and lost, she really is a good person. just got a little ...off track? for awhile. but anyway.. i'm sort of excited to be talking to her again, but i'm trying not to get too into it because i'm a little nervous at the same time. i'm trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, so we'll see. we're supposed to get together for a drink sometime soon, which should be funny cause she was the person i first got drunk with when i was like 15/16, so it'll be nice to be legal and all, haha. it'll also be nice to see her instead of just message her, because i feel it'll help me figure out if she's on the up and up (where that phrase comes from, i have no idea). we both helped each other through hard periods in her life.. she helped me through my parents' divorce, and she really helped me (God this sounds so corny) figure out who i am and who i wanted to be, both through good things and bad things, accomplishments and mistakes. so i'm hoping she's really doing as well as she says she is, because a) it's good for her and b) it would be cool to be friends with her again. i do have faith that people can turn their lives around, and i hope she's one of them, but i guess that remains to be seen, cause i won't let myself believe it til i see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in other other news, i finally talked to my parents about the nursing thing, which is cool. mom was for it and dad said he's for it too, but it's something i've got to really want, which made me pause a little. i'm not entirely certain it's something i'm dying to do, which is why it's a consideration and not a plan yet. but dad suggested seeing if i can find a program shadowing nurse or a program to help me try it on, see if it fits, which is probably a good idea. i am going to talk to my aunt about that when we go to new hampshire, cause i'm assuming she'll be up at some point, and if not, i'll email/call her afterwards. i think i'd like to mull it over a bit more first. i did come up with another reason i'm leaning towards it, and that's cause it'll be challenging (or at least i'm hoping it will be, haha). i feel like i'm not using my brain a lot anymore, and that it's a cryin shame, cause i'm way too smart for that! haha jk. but really, i like to be at least a little challenged, feel like i used my brain, etc. just makes you feel better at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and in completely unrelated news, you should all check out this link my aunt sent me, because it's a really cool little video about the wonders of ever-advancing technology. well, one specific advancement. but a cool one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid932579976/bclid932553050/bctid933742930" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid932579976/bclid932553050/bctid933742930&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-1283806162545135785?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1283806162545135785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=1283806162545135785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1283806162545135785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1283806162545135785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/but-physics-make-it-impossible.html' title='but the physics make it impossible'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-2347884798373800533</id><published>2007-06-20T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:12:02.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my brain hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i was going to complain all about my night at work, but i decided that in the interests of it not being found out and getting me fired, i guess i'll just say it was a terrible night. things were complicated needlessly, and guess who got to clean up the mess... oooh, i win! ..oh wait, no, that was not a win at all. BOOOO. also, there was a lot of debating and arguing, some ending well and some not, but either way, i am so ready to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in other news, two kids i went to hs with are getting married. schmoopily. they  moved in after dating for like 3 days (no, really), and now they are engaged and have already set a date. they have been dating a shorter time than i have been dating jon (which is a year and ... 2 months), and they have already broken up at least once. does anyone really see this going well? one of the best parts is that the guy has a blurb about the girl on his myspace (i myspace stalk them), and in it he says that "she is like my angle." and i can't help but laugh every time.. kate asked if he means she's sent from heaven or she's isosceles, and jon asked if she was acute. and i am superbly glad they also enjoy her being his angle, because it makes me laugh. they are that cliche vomit-inducing couple you know. solely because they are overboard schmoopy, i don't actually think either of them is gross or anything, but they are always professing love and spouting romanticism and .. it's a little much. i mean, i hope they're happy, and i'm all about loving someone and telling them you love them, but i feel like that level of schmoopiness just seems sort of forced. like in that sex &amp; the city episode where carrie &amp;amp; burger have a 'bit' they do when they're fighting, where he dips her and they kiss and everything's magical again, and she tells miranda about it, who says, '...you need a bit?' that's sort of how i feel about all the overboard schmoopiness. (now i'm just seeing how many ways and times i can morph and use the word 'schmoopy.')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, all i can think about is work, and as i said, i'm not interested in getting fired. those stories about people blogging and then their employers finding out and firing them are scaring me. even though i don't like it here, they give me a paycheck and that's pretty crucial. but since i can't think of anything else and i have no more work to do at this moment, i'm going to see if i can hightail it out of here and head home, where there is food and beer and tv and episodes of bridezillas, all waiting to cheer me up. woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-2347884798373800533?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2347884798373800533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=2347884798373800533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/2347884798373800533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/2347884798373800533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-brain-hurts.html' title='my brain hurts'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-4791941177884008101</id><published>2007-06-18T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:23:34.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-KC5vtpOxU/RncwEbfr_JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/x103stBadcA/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077579957541797010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-KC5vtpOxU/RncwEbfr_JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/x103stBadcA/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i figured it out! i don't have any exciting photos, so for now i'll leave you with one of my favorite strips from calvin &amp;amp; hobbes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-4791941177884008101?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4791941177884008101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=4791941177884008101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/4791941177884008101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/4791941177884008101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/success.html' title='success!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-KC5vtpOxU/RncwEbfr_JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/x103stBadcA/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-1877675869055746721</id><published>2007-06-18T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:15:13.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i can't say i'm not a little sad that no one has said anything about my last post.. i'd already talked to kate about it, and sam and i discussed it a little, and i know sarah &amp; iain were winging there way across the pond to the ct, so they all have excuses, but where are the rest of you? help a girl out, ey?? it's okay, i realize i'm not the center of everyone's universes (although why, i don't know), but if you guys get a minute i really do want to know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i did discuss it with jon more, but i got a lot of "okay" .. "okay" .. "okay" .. as i listed my points of benefit and concern, and i had to ask specific questions -- ie, do you think i should do it? is this a good idea? will i be any good at it? -- in order to get more than "okay." but to be fair, he was having a cranky day.. i'd talked to him a couple times during the day and he was a little crankypants, and so i probably shouldn't have launched into the (heavy) subject shortly after arriving home friday night.. i thought he was feeling better, but he was a little more lackluster than i'd hoped for. if we're going to do this -- because it's not just my life that will be affected -- i want him to be excited about it, or at least a gung-ho supporter. so "okay" was better than "whatever" or "i don't care in the very least" but i could use a little more of a push, i think. but that's beside the point and probably just me being insecure about a life-changing decision, and when i did ask the specific questions he said he does think i should do it ("if you want to".. haha) and that he does think i'd be good at it. and he pointed out that i have done a fair share of thinking on this and there wasn't a lot he could add to it since i'd already thought of everything and thought of ways to combat all the concerns (ie, loans for money, us both working part-time, possible helping each other study, etc). which is pretty legitimate, i've been beating all the points to death in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a more random note, i finally saw pirates!! i won't use any specifics in case someone hasn't seen it, but i enjoyed it. i wasn't terribly thrilled with the ending, but aside from that it was funny and i didn't even notice how long it was (i was a little afraid it would be too long for my gnat-like attention span), minus the fact that i had to pee about 40 minutes into it and we were sandwiched in the middle of a full aisle and i didn't want to miss anything, so i held it, which wasn't the most fun part of the evening, haha. but i was pretty stoked to finally see it and i was pleasantly fulfilled. i was a bit irritated by the end, as i said, especially because they TOTALLY left it open for a fourth one -- which, according to my brother, is already being filmed, but i can't confirm or deny that -- which just irritates me because it makes me feel used. they know i'm going to watch another one if it comes out and i know i'm going to watch another one if it comes out, but you don't need to rub it in my face. i don't need a teaser to drag me into the next one.. if anything, it makes me less likely to go watch it in theaters just out of spite. damn the man! (..save the empire!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on another random note, my brother called me friday night to ask when i was getting together with dad because he got scheduled to work later so he could do lunch (he's normally working), and i was pretty pumped so i told him i'd tell dad and we'd do lunch. so i texted my dad because i know he knows how to read them (doesn't seem like rocket science to us, but technology is hard for some older people). usually he runs to a computer (or just opens a new window if he's already on one, which is highly likely) and writes a reply from his email to my phone, but this time, he actually TEXTED me back! and then i wrote him back, and he wrote me back, and we proceeded to have a lovely little texting conversation, during all of which i was thrilled and amused that my father knows how to have -- and will have -- a texting conversation. how cool is my dad, honestly??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also cool about my dad is VACATION in july is coming up, when we all pilgrimage to my aunt's place on lake wentworth in new hampshire, for which i am TERRIBLY EXCITED!! i may or may not have the full week off work, but i may or may not quit and go anyway, so basically i am planning to be up there. they keep changing whether or not i'll have my vacation, cause one of my bosses is going to be on maternity leave somewhere around the end of june/beginning of july, and i get that she needs time for that (and her husband, who also works here), but i don't feel like it's fair that because she's adding to her family, i am missing mine. so first i got told it was gonna get denied, then i got told it was getting approved, then it actually got denied, but now it's been resubmitted by the exec editor (who outranks the baby-having boss) and on its way to the publisher to be approved, so theoretically i'll have my vaca. but this will be the first in a couple years that i will NOT be working for a FULL week. and jon has it all off (except wed &amp; fri, which he assures me will not be a problem to get off, but make me nervous anyway), so we are both going up, AND! my brother and his gf (tiana) are also going to be up from i think sun-thurs, which is freaking awesome because i can't remember the last time he and i were on vacation together. last year, we literally passed each other on the highway.. they left wednesday and were arriving back in ct just as jon &amp;amp; i were about to cross the mass border on the way up, which was cool cause they left us some food &amp; beer, but i'd rather have eric there than free beer. (and maybe i can worm free beer out of him WHILE he's there... oooh, new plan!) and i'm hoping enslin can come visit me, and we're trying to get jon's cousin &amp;amp; her husband (sarah &amp; eli) up for the first weekend to play as well. but it's a lovely time of laying on a float on a lake, taking booze cruises on the pontoon boat, eating &amp;amp; drinking, relaxing, watching movies, doing puzzles, reading, whatever. just lovely. i'm sure my dad will take a million pictures, so i'll post some after ...and as soon as i know how, haha. vaca isn't til the last week of july anyway, but i am already pumped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, what's coming BEFORE the vaca that i'm excited for, you may ask. and i may answer, well! sarah &amp; iain and i have a rendezvous planned for the end of june, although where i have no idea, haha, but i am super pumped/excited/stoked/thrilled (all being words i have already used. man, i guess things are good, eh??) to see them. i will not be bringing a belated wedding gift because i am poor, but hopefully my presence will be enough, haha. also on the list of exciting things is HARRY POTHEAD coming out in july -- the book AND the movie!!! i might pee myself, for pete's sake. umm.. i think that same week is the hawthorne heights show which i am excited to go to. i'm sure there's more, but those are on my list for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my plan for the rest of the night now includes reveling in fingernail-biting anticipation of the events to come, and to see if i can post a picture, cause i just saw a button that says "add image," so i'm going to try that. and then i'm going to go do some work (pffffft).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as always, oodles and oodles of love to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-1877675869055746721?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1877675869055746721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=1877675869055746721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1877675869055746721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1877675869055746721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/miscellaneous.html' title='miscellaneous'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-8956444993899047197</id><published>2007-06-14T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:23:00.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the cliffhanger's conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now (dun dun dun), the big life-changing decision. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not moving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;africa&lt;/span&gt; to help small children, but for me it would be a big change. as you probably all know, i hate my job with an unrequited passion (although who knows, maybe it hates me too!), and i have now been considering giving up journalism for some time. it's just not a good scene. there's no real money in it, and the higher you get in the ranks, the fewer pages you actually make, which is my favorite part of the job, and the more people you manage, which i imagine would be okay but not terribly exciting. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; frustrated every day by idiots who don't know what they're doing, so i think that moving up in the ranks and not being hands-on to be able to fix their idiotic errors would drive me bonkers. oh, and we get five holidays a year -- that we have to work, cause people need their stupid paper every stupid day, even if it means we have to work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; or new year's or .. you get the idea. we're not even paid extra for the holidays, all we get is a day off another time. whoop-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt;-freaking-do, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; rather have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; off than some day another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so anyway. these reasons have all led me to the conclusion that journalism is maybe not so much the way to go, along with the fact that i hate the hours, and unless i find an evening paper, these will be my hours for the reset of my career -- a fact that makes me want to cry, because i am tired of not seeing anyone ever. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; just been putting my zip code into monster, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hotjobs&lt;/span&gt;, etc, to try to find a job, any job. but lately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been giving one particular career path some extra thinking, and i emphasize that this is just thinking and nowhere near a plan yet. but i have been considering going back to school and getting a degree to be a nurse. we'll go over the positives and negatives of said plan in due time, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; start with why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; considering it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there are three main reasons. the first is that i would be helping people, which is something that i may not mention a lot but which bugs me about my current job. i don't feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; making the world a better place, and i figure if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be here (on earth), i might as well leave it a better place than i found it. that said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not really into flying to third-world countries and/or i just don't have the resources available to do so anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; more interested in something i can sink my teeth into than any of the numerous fantastic causes that exist, like stopping blood diamond wars and AIDS in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;africa&lt;/span&gt; and world hunger and world poverty and... you get the idea. the point is, i would be making the world a better place. maybe it wouldn't be monumental, but it would be something, and that's much more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the second reason is, i won't lie, the money. i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been pretty lucky in life, but at the same time, i have been stretching every dollar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever earned -- with the exception of the loan i took out when i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;scotland&lt;/span&gt;, which i am now stretching every dollar to pay back -- to pay all my bills, and i am tired of it. i recently saw an ad for a manager at smokey bones to make between $40 and $50,o00, and it almost made me cry, because i make $24,700. and i literally can't afford life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; pays almost all of our bills, and he works 72 hours a week to do so, which isn't fair and makes me feel terrible. he volunteered, but still, i am not a fan. i want to be able to pull my weight. i don't want to be rich, but i would like to be able to pay my bills without worrying -- just pay them when they're due, not when i get paid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; like to be able to go to the movies or go to dinner or make a doctor's appointment and be able to afford the copay. i know everybody stresses about money, it's just a part of life, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty over it. and nurses make good money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the third reason is job security. nurses are pretty much always in demand, and especially now, as my aunt (who owns a couple branches of interim health care) constantly reminds me, there is a huge shortage at least in ct and presumably elsewhere as well. i don't have any plans to move out of ct for the moment, but i like knowing that if i did, i could probably still find a job anywhere i go (coincidentally, this drew me to editing too). i also like the fact that my aunt said people/places are so hard up for nurses that you can even get help to go to school nowadays, which would help me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a fourth smaller reason that i like the idea is that it would put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; and me in similar fields -- different enough that we're not competing but similar enough that we can share stories and lives. this will also come under the concerns list, though, so we'll get to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. those are the reasons i am drawn to it, and i guess the positives are also covered in said list, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. so now we'll move on to the negatives/drawbacks/reasons it is still a consideration and not a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 -- science was always the hardest for me in school. not impossible, but the one i always had to work the hardest at. i think i would be okay, but i know it would be a LOT of work. i mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not new at school, so i get the concept of a lot of work. i wouldn't have been able to do this awhile ago because i was burnt out, but i think now, with a specific goal in mind, i could do it, i could go back to school. especially because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping i won't have to take all the gen eds again, just the courses for the actual degree, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; have to make sure first. but back to the science. i took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ap&lt;/span&gt; bio and got a 3 (out of 5) on the exam, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; clearly not super deficient in science, but i did get a 71 in both chem and physics -- barely passing. anatomy &amp; physiology i think i could do, because my favorite parts of science were learning about how the body works. organic chem scares the shit out of me, though.. i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; smart and i know i could do it, but i am just nervous/scared about the bulk of my courses being science courses when that was the one subject that always held me back and actually made me really work for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 -- i am not good with other people's vomit and poop. which, i think, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt; already told me and i agree, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; get over it. i am thinking a lot of it is just exposure, and after it happens a couple times, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get used to it and move on. i also know that there's a lot of paths you can take with a nursing degree, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; secretly hoping to find one that minimizes the exposure to vomit and poop, although i plan to have children some day, so i might as well suck it up and get over it, right? so not worth wasting much time on this one, i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 -- this is probably the second biggest, after science scaring me, and i touched on this in the good, but it's also a source of concern -- i don't want it to become a competition between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; and myself. i think you all know he's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;emt&lt;/span&gt; (has been for about 2 years now i think?), and i know how important ems is to him. i also know he's competitive by nature, and i know i am too a bit, and i do NOT want it to become about who's better at what. i was discussing my nursing consideration with him, and he said something along the lines of 'but if you go to school for nursing, i have to go too, because i can't let you become a nurse before i do!' which sort of cemented my fear that this will become a competition. the other thing is that i know i am good at school.. it's just one of those things that clicks for me, and i know school is harder for him, which gives him the mistaken impression that he's not as smart as i am even though he is, and this is why i feel competition over school would be a bad idea. but he is possibly going to medic (paramedic) school in either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;september&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;january&lt;/span&gt;, and i am hoping that if i go to nursing school at the same time, it won't be a competition, because we'll be in different schools. i am still a little afraid, though, because i think a lot of the curriculum will be the same, but i am just hoping that it will be different enough to eliminate any 's/he got a better grade' or 's/he kicked my ass on that test' or 'why does s/he get it and i don't', etc. the other idea is that by both being in difficult schools that will take up a LOT of time, maybe neither of us will get resentful about how we have no time together because we'll both be busy. i know that we already only see each other on the weekends, basically, which isn't my favorite, but i can live with it, and i also know that i will probably be resentful of his medic class if i am not also doing something that consumes my time and keeps me busy, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; kind of figuring that if i am also going to school we'll be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 -- money. as i already mentioned, i am hoping i can defer repayment on my loans until i graduate again, but this is not something i am certain of.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; about 75%, but that 25% is worrying me. if i can't defer my loans, i would have to keep a full-time job, which would make homework, studying and hours in hospitals very hard to do. i figure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have to keep a part-time job in order to keep some money coming in, but i am basically planning on taking out loan(s) to make this work. i am also planning to look into what my aunt said about getting help from the state/elsewhere to go to nursing school. the other trick is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; will also be in medic school and needing time for school homework studying hours, etc, and so we had already talked about taking out a loan to get us through that. if we can defer my loan payments, that will help -- about 450$ a month less that will be going out the door -- but that still leaves the apartment &amp; all its fees (electricity, etc), gas money, grocery money.. the essentials. so if we both work part time and take out a loan, it might be possible. we'd have to sit down and figure it all out, though. especially because his credit is bad and we don't know what mine is (i want to hope it's good, but who knows), so we may need a cosigner to get a bigger loan. and then afterwards we'd have more payments to make, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping the increase in pay on both our parts will help out with that. so again, something we'd need to sit down and actually do some math, make sure we'd still be doing all right on the other end of this equation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medic school is about a year, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; assuming 2-3 years to finish nursing school (although i really don't know). so yeah. this isn't a snap your fingers and the world changes so much as it is put in a hell of a lot of effort and the world will change slowly.  but i guess why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; posting this so you guys can read it is so you can give me any thoughts, suggestions, opinions, concerns.. i want to know if you think this sounds like a good idea, or a bad one, if you think i can handle being a nurse, if you don't think i can, if you think it will be okay with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; and me, if there's anything i can do to make it less of a competition, ... etc. anything you can come up with, good bad or indifferent, i want to know.. you can leave comments here or email me if you prefer to keep your thoughts private. you guys are all people i trust to tell me the truth, so.. have at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love to you all, and thanks in advance for your help! also, i am not really planning on such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;giantly&lt;/span&gt; important posts, so keep reading the blog, because i think usually posts will be whimsical stories and rants, not heavy discussions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-8956444993899047197?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8956444993899047197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=8956444993899047197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/8956444993899047197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/8956444993899047197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/cliffhangers-conclusion.html' title='the cliffhanger&apos;s conclusion'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473896605416438980.post-1798668558393001822</id><published>2007-06-13T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:32:38.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit of explaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i find myself inspired by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt; and her blog, though it may be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt; and not blogger, and by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sarah's&lt;/span&gt; posts on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. the idea that i can post sporadically or often (i will try for often but make no promises) and all of my faraway friends can read it makes me happy, because i am sure you all know i am terrible at writing emails and keeping in touch the conventional way. so i am hoping that this will help make my life accessible to my globe-trotting/living friends. right now i am done with work, so this is to be a short post, but i plan to write more tomorrow when i have tons of time to waste at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the explaining also covers the blog title and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;url&lt;/span&gt;, those being 'to love a vehement love' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;detainedbytheworld&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt; or whatever (i haven't learned it yet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;). 'to love a vehement love' comes from a story my ancient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;greek&lt;/span&gt; teacher (that is, teacher of ancient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;greek&lt;/span&gt;, not an ancient teacher of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;greek&lt;/span&gt;) had us read in my second year. it didn't really have a title, but it's commonly (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;, cause obscure ancient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;greek&lt;/span&gt; stories are common) referred to as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ephesian&lt;/span&gt; tale or as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;xenophon&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ephesus&lt;/span&gt;' tale of romance or .. you get the idea. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;xenophon&lt;/span&gt; wrote it, though not the famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;xenophon&lt;/span&gt; (again, because ancient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;greek&lt;/span&gt; writers are famous), and it took place (or at least began) in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ephesus&lt;/span&gt;. either way, the story is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;habrocomes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;anthia&lt;/span&gt;, two star-crossed lovers that endure terrible tragedies -- including gay pirates -- and throughout it all, they love a vehement love for each other. it repeats often, usually because in the time it was "written," most stories were told and they were usually in a certain meter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;, iambic pentameter. in order to make them easier to remember, the "writers" often used recurring phrases (which, side note, is often why in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;iliad&lt;/span&gt; and the odyssey people are referred to with epithets -- gray-eyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;athena&lt;/span&gt;, brave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;odysseus&lt;/span&gt;, etc). "love a vehement love" was one in this particular story, and i just loved it, so i decided to call my blog that, because i am forever in love with people and the world. or, i am forever in hate, but either way, it's a strong emotion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the actual web address comes from a book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt; introduced me to, 'stardust' by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;neil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;gaiman&lt;/span&gt;, in which they leave a note at the end that says "have been unavoidably detained by the world.. expect us when you see us" because they decided it would be better to wander off and travel instead of stay in one place and be boring. this ideal has always appealed to me, and lacking anything better, i made it my blog address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now, it is 11:30, so i am going to leave work. until tomorrow, when i have a monumental post. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ooooh&lt;/span&gt;, the teaser!) the truth is i am considering a pretty big life-changing decision and i am hoping for input from any of you who may read this, because i am going to send the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;url&lt;/span&gt; to those i care about the most, my dear far-flung friends. (holy alliteration, batman!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473896605416438980-1798668558393001822?l=detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1798668558393001822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473896605416438980&amp;postID=1798668558393001822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1798668558393001822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473896605416438980/posts/default/1798668558393001822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detainedbytheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/bit-of-explaining.html' title='a bit of explaining'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034060690533627312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g58/monicas13/intellectual.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
