yattie yattie yattie...

so this weekend has been pretty tame.
friday was mostly calm, with a few bumps along the way. yesterday, rob and i spent most of the day chilled out, and then went to g-ville to have dinner with my mom. that was fun. today, i haven't even gotten out of my jammies. i figured that my superman boxers and ren and stempy shirt (in non-coordinating shades of blue) would suit me just fine for the days activities. and so they have. i have finished a load of laundry, watched t.v., played guitar a little bit (or at least attempted to until my fingers just refused to bend in certain ways and i got frustrated), played games on addictinggames.com, and just got done painting or priming a piece of canvas to use later on once it's dried. it's an awesome shade of grey-ish blue.
i love to paint. i'm not so great at it, and you would definitely refer to my work as 'abstract', but i nonetheless love to spend my time creating masterpieces and messes all at the same time. :) as far as liking certain painters goes, i would have to say that my favorite, by far, is rothko, followed closely by monet.
in other news, booger woke us up about five times this morning as she attempted and at some points suceeded to get into the bathroom cabinets. we believe she was looking for her new toy that we purchased for her a couple days ago. it's a little green mouse with a super furry tale and a bell attached to it. well, with the bell being on the outside it makes it a "supervised playtime only toy" which means she can't have it when we are not at home, or when we're sleeping (for fear of her swallowing the bell). so we always put all of those types of toys in the bathroom, usually in the cabinets above the toilet where she can't reach, however, we think she was trying to be clever and looking for them anyway.
ok, long story with not much payoff, but at least it's something dammit!
i'm tired. and bored. i think i may go bug rob for a bit. he's on the phone with his mommy, so that will be fun. ok, that's all. later!

because somebody was bitching about it...

i guess i'll update my blog. are ya happy now? yeesh! ;)

so this week has been hectic, and i am completely worn out. monday seems so long ago, and yet, not far enough away at the same time. i really cannot wait for summer II semester to be over and for my work and class schedule to change to something a bit more condusive to sleep.

weather update...it's hot. though the weather channel says we're at a 10% chance for rain, it's looking kinda gloomy out there. then again, my knees aren't really hurting, so i don't figure we're gonna get any.

i should head up to the lab today and do some stuff...but on the other hand i don't really feel like it. i don't know. i have been toying with the idea of checking out a 4x5 camera and going to greenville to take pictures of my grandmothers house that i own. i just don't know how up to it i'm going to be this weekend.

so there's this show on the bravo channel called 'workout' that is highly addictive. i realize that was completely random, but so are my thoughts right now. i don't really have much to talk about really. oh! i told everyone in my speech class that i didn't want to talk to them during my speech on tuesday. it was really funny! then on wednesday, when this guy got up to give his speech he said how much he really liked my speech. it was cool.

i need to go to the atm. i'm outta cash. i hate going to the atm. it's such a pain in the ass ya know? i think rob and i are going to go eat mexican food tonite. i've been craving it off and on all week (thanks a lot kelley :) and taco bell just isn't suiting my needs.

ok, well. i'm done. i hope this was enough of an update for someone! geeze, like i have to write everyday or something. if i did that it would be, "hi. yeah, so i'm up at the lab. bored. go figure. school is good. work is good. i'm tired. and bored. oh, i already mentioned that. ok, well. bye."
yeah...how interesting would it be to post that four days a week!?! hehe, i'm just messin wit chya. i'll catch ya honkies later!

-e

a mix mash of ramblings...

so i'm supposed to be working on a speech for my speech class, and studying for a test in there and in government. instead, i'm sitting here, playing around, putting it off for as long as possible. i'm tired though. i have been all weekend, and there's really no good excuse for it other than, i'm always tired.

i went goodwill shopping today with rob. it was cool. i got a pair of jeans and three or four shirts. it only cost me $14. that rocks.

friday was a very weird day to say the least. i don't think i've fully recovered yet, but i will. i am switzerland.

i don't really have much else to say. i want to dye my hair this weekend, but i think i'm too lazy to do it. i just hate the natural colour of my hair, and i have a lot of grey, so i really should. i dunno, we'll see. rob likes it when i dye it because he likes the way the dye smells. it does actually smell really good, which is kind of odd. -shrug-

so this morning at 10a.m. booger puked all over a pair of my jeans that were lying in the hallway. oh well, i needed to do laundry anyway. i really like doing laundry, but i hate putting it away. i'll pile it all up in my room on my chair until i get so frustrated when i can't find a shirt or socks or something that i'll finally put it away. i could avoid the frustration altogether by just putting it away in the first place. you would think after that realization i would start, but i don't.

this is cool...

ok, well i don't really have much else to write about for now. i think i may jam on my bass for a bit. i haven't given it much attention lately, and i could use the frustration releasing qualities of it right about now. have a good one.

-e

who am i?

i am e.
i am a human being that's been alive for 23 years.
i am my mother's child, and the spawn of my father.
i am a sibling.
i am a student trying to get an associate of arts degree. specifically for photography.
i am an artist.
i am not religious, nor would i consider myself spiritual.
i am bad with all emotions other than love.
i am known to some others by a different name.
i am more mature than my age, and feel older than my body.
i am what some refer to as, "an old soul," but i don't know that i believe in souls.
i am the grandchild of someone very important to me, but she died.
i am the significant other to a person 9 years older than me in age, but we are as equals.
i am something which cannot be mentioned, but someone knows.
i am the ex-fiance of a very sad person with many issues that i could not help to resolve.
i am a friend to few, and an aquaintance to many.
i am a smart person, but i have trouble staying focused.
i am not very well motivated, but i do have goals.
i am the driver, the listener, the one always waiting to take care of you.
i am someone that wears my dignity on a piece of string around my neck as a reminder at times.
i am tired all the time-i don't remember the last time i was well rested.
i am always sick-i don't remember the last i was just well.
i am a loner, an anti-social, and a pessimist. go figure.
i am a hypocrit, but i figure, who isn't?
i am average in height, weight, and looks.
i am ok with that.
i am honest and dependable.
i am me.
i am simply e.

( i am also about to be late for work. :)

w0000t-enany

woooohooooo! i passed college algebra with a solid B! yay!!!!!! i am so awesome :D
math is not my thing. i've never had to work hard for grades if i wanted them...most things come naturally easy to me, and, not to sound vain, i'm a pretty intelligent person. however, math doesn't fall under that rule.
as far back as i can remember having to do math in school, i can remember having great difficulties with it. i could always do the adding and subtracting, that was never an issue since my dad had begun to teach me that when i was about 2. however, in third grade we had to learn the multiplication tables. and you know in elementary school, there was always some way of measuring students against each other, whether it be by gold star stickers or getting to choose the book at reading time...well, in third grade, when it came to doing these math problems, we had construction paper cut out ice cream cones and ice cream scoops. the point was that we would have timed tests over a certain number, and whomever finished their test in the given amount of time, and got all the answers correct, would then get a scoop of ice cream on their cone, and once everyone had ten scoops of ice cream, we got to have a real ice cream party.
guess who was the last one to get all ten scoops...yeah...me.
i had never failed at anything up to this point in my life, and while most people probably don't remember a lot about their elementary school years, for me, that moment sticks out like a big sore thumb.
so anyways...this post suddenly turned into a downer, which it wasn't meant to be at all. the whole point of this post was to say that i have finally beaten math, and in the preverbial sense, gotten all ten scoops of ice cream on my little construction paper cut out cone. and i did it all in one month in a summer class. what does this mean? ice cream party for e!!! or rather, sushi party, seeing as how i'm not 8 anymore ;)

oh, i saw superman returns last nite.
i am still much too angry to even discuss it in depth right now, so i will leave that for another post.
ok, later!

july fourth...

so today is july 4th, and america celebrates it's 230th year of being an independent nation. we are such a young country, which got me to thinking about things the other day.
take a look at europe. or better yet...take a look at the rest of the world. thousands of years of being established. it's there that you'll find the history. it's there you'll find the castles and the walls, the kings and queens, the past and the present and soon to be future existing all at once.
where is all of our history? in a thousand years, what will be our castles?
i drive to the town where i grew up a couple of times a month to visit my mom. on the way there, driving on this two lane "highway" i pass this field where people have parked their trailer homes and are now living. beside this field is an unkept dirt/weed road where, unless you were really looking for it, you wouldn't even notice it. and at the corner of the highway and this road there is a historical marker. you know...one of those brown signs the government is forced to put up to show that something of some importance happened there. that's all. i've never once stopped to look at it. to understand it's importance, to gain the knowledge of the history of that specific place. all it is to me is a field with people living in trailers.
as a nation we don't preserve our history. rob and i went to san antonio last summer. rob, being from indiana, had never seen the alamo, and thought it was funny that here in texas they don't teach us as students that we actually lost the battle of the alamo, but that we are forced to learn everything else about it. i had been there once as a small child, but did not really remember much other than all the walking i was forced to endure. so as we embarked on our journey, i was kind of excited to get to see this place in history with a mind that could soak up and create a lasting memory of the experience. when we finally got there, my excitement was crushed by the reality of the unimportance our history seems to hold in today's society. there it was, the alamo, this place were many people died, where men fought for our right to live here...and across the street rob and i were eating at a pizza hut and looking at it through the window.
i don't know why this strikes me in such a way that it does, but i can't help but think that without history, we're nothing. we cannot build a future if we have no past on which to build a foundation.