I'm with Deena. Men are soooo super hard to figure out. I like them, though, and that's what keeps me coming back for more. Tee hee hee.
I have a new slogan- please braodcast it to all mankind:
NO 'TIL NOVEMBER. May I should run for President. LOL
Boys just complicate my entire world and I am tired of it. My mind is sooooo groggy right now. Drat those sugary pancakes I ate.
This is quite funny. This is who I am in famous leader form.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
Friday, April 23, 2004
I know you've heard the stories
But they all sound too good to be true
You've heard about a place called home
But there doesn't seem to be one for you
So one more night you cry yourself to sleep
And drift off to a distant dream
Where love takes you in...
and everything changes.
A miracle starts with the beat of a heart
when love takes you home and says you belong here
the loneliness ends and a new life begins
when love takes you in...
takes you in for good.
But they all sound too good to be true
You've heard about a place called home
But there doesn't seem to be one for you
So one more night you cry yourself to sleep
And drift off to a distant dream
Where love takes you in...
and everything changes.
A miracle starts with the beat of a heart
when love takes you home and says you belong here
the loneliness ends and a new life begins
when love takes you in...
takes you in for good.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
So I'm here. It's the strangest thing how you can change so much in 24 hours. I saw the clock change twice yesterday. It's such an insignificant thing, but it is a perfect example of how life speeds by. Very rarely do we actually see time fly.
I mean, we celebrate birthdays, and live everyday... but actually seeing the clock change from 4:25 to 4:26 is just deep. Or maybe I'm just smoking crack.
I've been pondering two specific people these days. How could what happened to them happen? I mean, they were in love. And there was no sign of danger. And noone really knows what happened. Or if they do, they're not telling me.
Which leads to the point that it's probably not my business anyway.
I was driving (actually riding) to Shreveport today and just thinking how wonderful life was. I mean- great friends and all. Then BAM!! I'm just cleaning my apartment and mulling in my disgusted-ness. All in a matter of hours. Strange.
I wish I could chart my progess, or lack thereof. Part of it must have a lot to do with me moving. I am soooooo super frustrated. There is so much to be done and I just want to be done. It's like when you are running up a big hill and you know eventually you will be on the other side (cause it's so much easier running downhill) and are so anxious that you can't stand it.
I've also come to the conclusion that I am in charge of my attitude/outlook. My friend Katherine said that I hadn't been myself lately. That bothers me. I need to work on that.
I mean, we celebrate birthdays, and live everyday... but actually seeing the clock change from 4:25 to 4:26 is just deep. Or maybe I'm just smoking crack.
I've been pondering two specific people these days. How could what happened to them happen? I mean, they were in love. And there was no sign of danger. And noone really knows what happened. Or if they do, they're not telling me.
Which leads to the point that it's probably not my business anyway.
I was driving (actually riding) to Shreveport today and just thinking how wonderful life was. I mean- great friends and all. Then BAM!! I'm just cleaning my apartment and mulling in my disgusted-ness. All in a matter of hours. Strange.
I wish I could chart my progess, or lack thereof. Part of it must have a lot to do with me moving. I am soooooo super frustrated. There is so much to be done and I just want to be done. It's like when you are running up a big hill and you know eventually you will be on the other side (cause it's so much easier running downhill) and are so anxious that you can't stand it.
I've also come to the conclusion that I am in charge of my attitude/outlook. My friend Katherine said that I hadn't been myself lately. That bothers me. I need to work on that.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
My dear friend, Deena, has lent me this section of her blog ---which I highly agree with--- so that all women of the world can be educated.
There are always the "roles." If I am totally off base on this, girls, let me know. But deep inside the farthest parts of your brain, there are places you don't usually even admit to thinking about.
Like there is always Mr. Flirt-Friend, that guy who you are friends with, but wonder at the possibilities and usually "harmlessly" flirt with. Neither of you take it seriously, but you always wonder "What if we did?"
Then there's Mr. Too-Good-To-Be-True. You know, that guy you know who you would do anything for and you think "Wow, no one is good enough for you." You wonder yourself if you could be good enough for him, but you know that, give the opportunity, you'd try your hardest. And seeing him with people who don't deserve him makes you sick.
Then there's Mr. Possibility who has shown interest but won't act on it. That's always annoying. You have no idea where he stands, but the minute you give up on that situation, something happens to make you interested again.
Next we have Mr. Friend-Only. This one is a hard one. He's the one that you know will always be there for you and you think "Wow, I wish I felt stronger about him because he would be so good to me." But no matter how much you want to like him more...you're just friends.
On to Mr. Complicated. This is the one you do NOT want to like but no matter how much you try, he keeps popping up in some other part of you mind. You can't get away from it. And nothing you do changes it. You can't ignore him because you're friends...but you don't want to ignore him anyway.
HAHA here's a great one. Mr. Fling. He's that guy that you like so much because he doesn't make you think. You don't have to analyze everything he says or does. You know nothing done is completely serious and you just have tons of fun with him because it's convenient. What's sad is that he sometimes turns into Mr. Complicated which creates a vicious cycle that causes major headaches.
Can we give a shout out to Mr. Bad-Boy. Definitely a controversial one, he is. He's that guy we'd never openly admit attraction to, but nonetheless, he fascinates us. Why? Maybe it's because he has that spark of carelessness we long to possess ourselves. Or maybe it's because he is the epitome of confidence in oneself. (We girls are not usually good at such things.) Regardless, we know we'd never have anything long-term with him. He's not a "long-term" kind of guy. But the thought of having him, no matter the length of time, seems to enthrall some of us.
Oh yeah... Mr. Jerk-Face. Truthfully, those of his kind don't deserve part of my blog, but for the sake of women everywhere, I will add him for example purposes only. He is the one we do offer our time and efforts to. He is the one who promises us that he will love us forever and never hurt us. But, sometimes things go wrong. And when they do, He is the one who turns around and stabs us in the back and leaves us to our broken heart. He can't end things in a dignified manner. No, Mr. Jerk-Face must leave our lives with a bang. And he does; if only the bang was something large and hard hitting him in the head...
Mr. Macho. We can't stand you. You're cocky, arrogant and downright disgusting to us. No, it doesn't matter that you have more biceps than a weightlifter or more money than most middle-aged businessmen. You only love yourself. But I guess that's good; it makes up for the lack of love you will get from us.
Helloooo Mr. Mysterious. You, by far, are one of my personal favorites. Girls everywhere seem to have men somewhat figured out, but you stump us all every time. We have no idea what your next move is or how you will react to things we do or say. That intrigues us...like you have no idea. It's hard to get close to you, but we want to more than you know. Or maybe you do... ;)
Dear Mr. Charmer,
We women love you. We cannot help ourselves. You make every single one of us feel like a million dollars. We know that seeing you means a compliment at the very least and therefore we look forward to the next time we see you with anticipation. You have "it"...that thing that draws us to your personality. It's a mixture of confidence to compliment us and the vulnerability it takes at the same time. In case you didn't catch it the first time, we love you.
Oh, and Mr. "I'm-Not-Like-Those-Other-Guys"...yes, you are.
Ok, that sums up that month's venting. :)
There are always the "roles." If I am totally off base on this, girls, let me know. But deep inside the farthest parts of your brain, there are places you don't usually even admit to thinking about.
Like there is always Mr. Flirt-Friend, that guy who you are friends with, but wonder at the possibilities and usually "harmlessly" flirt with. Neither of you take it seriously, but you always wonder "What if we did?"
Then there's Mr. Too-Good-To-Be-True. You know, that guy you know who you would do anything for and you think "Wow, no one is good enough for you." You wonder yourself if you could be good enough for him, but you know that, give the opportunity, you'd try your hardest. And seeing him with people who don't deserve him makes you sick.
Then there's Mr. Possibility who has shown interest but won't act on it. That's always annoying. You have no idea where he stands, but the minute you give up on that situation, something happens to make you interested again.
Next we have Mr. Friend-Only. This one is a hard one. He's the one that you know will always be there for you and you think "Wow, I wish I felt stronger about him because he would be so good to me." But no matter how much you want to like him more...you're just friends.
On to Mr. Complicated. This is the one you do NOT want to like but no matter how much you try, he keeps popping up in some other part of you mind. You can't get away from it. And nothing you do changes it. You can't ignore him because you're friends...but you don't want to ignore him anyway.
HAHA here's a great one. Mr. Fling. He's that guy that you like so much because he doesn't make you think. You don't have to analyze everything he says or does. You know nothing done is completely serious and you just have tons of fun with him because it's convenient. What's sad is that he sometimes turns into Mr. Complicated which creates a vicious cycle that causes major headaches.
Can we give a shout out to Mr. Bad-Boy. Definitely a controversial one, he is. He's that guy we'd never openly admit attraction to, but nonetheless, he fascinates us. Why? Maybe it's because he has that spark of carelessness we long to possess ourselves. Or maybe it's because he is the epitome of confidence in oneself. (We girls are not usually good at such things.) Regardless, we know we'd never have anything long-term with him. He's not a "long-term" kind of guy. But the thought of having him, no matter the length of time, seems to enthrall some of us.
Oh yeah... Mr. Jerk-Face. Truthfully, those of his kind don't deserve part of my blog, but for the sake of women everywhere, I will add him for example purposes only. He is the one we do offer our time and efforts to. He is the one who promises us that he will love us forever and never hurt us. But, sometimes things go wrong. And when they do, He is the one who turns around and stabs us in the back and leaves us to our broken heart. He can't end things in a dignified manner. No, Mr. Jerk-Face must leave our lives with a bang. And he does; if only the bang was something large and hard hitting him in the head...
Mr. Macho. We can't stand you. You're cocky, arrogant and downright disgusting to us. No, it doesn't matter that you have more biceps than a weightlifter or more money than most middle-aged businessmen. You only love yourself. But I guess that's good; it makes up for the lack of love you will get from us.
Helloooo Mr. Mysterious. You, by far, are one of my personal favorites. Girls everywhere seem to have men somewhat figured out, but you stump us all every time. We have no idea what your next move is or how you will react to things we do or say. That intrigues us...like you have no idea. It's hard to get close to you, but we want to more than you know. Or maybe you do... ;)
Dear Mr. Charmer,
We women love you. We cannot help ourselves. You make every single one of us feel like a million dollars. We know that seeing you means a compliment at the very least and therefore we look forward to the next time we see you with anticipation. You have "it"...that thing that draws us to your personality. It's a mixture of confidence to compliment us and the vulnerability it takes at the same time. In case you didn't catch it the first time, we love you.
Oh, and Mr. "I'm-Not-Like-Those-Other-Guys"...yes, you are.
Ok, that sums up that month's venting. :)
Monday, April 19, 2004
Sunday, April 18, 2004
So I'm thinking that good looking, successful, nice guys don't date girls like me. I've also come to the conclusion that I am ugly. Now, I know what you are thinking
"This chick has a totally WHACK view of herself and is one of those depressed, fat girls who always whines and moans about how they are fat and ugly."
I am neither fat nor depressed and I'm totally okay with the fact that I'm not Pamela Anderson- who is, by the world's standards, beautiful.
Enough of that. I hope someone totally got that little rant. I'm not fishing for compliments... I'm just saying it like it is.
So, it's Sunday and I am hungry. My roommate and I have a semi-tradition of eating out. I think it is reminicsent of when we were in college and the dining hall was closed on Sunday evenings and we always had to either go find a restaurant or order pizza.
"This chick has a totally WHACK view of herself and is one of those depressed, fat girls who always whines and moans about how they are fat and ugly."
I am neither fat nor depressed and I'm totally okay with the fact that I'm not Pamela Anderson- who is, by the world's standards, beautiful.
Enough of that. I hope someone totally got that little rant. I'm not fishing for compliments... I'm just saying it like it is.
So, it's Sunday and I am hungry. My roommate and I have a semi-tradition of eating out. I think it is reminicsent of when we were in college and the dining hall was closed on Sunday evenings and we always had to either go find a restaurant or order pizza.
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh caramba!!! So, I'm thinking that I really should just move to Austrailia. Or Africa. Or somewhere else. I've got a major case ot the Spring Itchies. I want to be outside 24/7. I think sleeping with my golf clubs will help. I've begun to whine a lot about having to stay in my office all day. Don't get me wrong, my students are great... but can't we just rip the roof off the building? Come on now... just give Facility Services a call... I'm sure they could round up some freshman engineers in need of a little project, huh?
Could God make the world any more beautiful? Oh wait, he already did! There's California... (I love Santa Monica pier) and there's Colorado (yes, I am THE greatest skier to ever live)... and what about Hilton Head Island... (the golf there was FABULOUS!)
Ok, ok... see! I really need to get out of town! I'll be in NYC in a few weeks for work, so maybe that will stifle my appetite for travel/vacation. I think my Mom and I are going to head to the Bahamas in May too. That will surely do me some good. But, I have such a busy summer that I don't think I'll be able to spare much time. Total wedding count for the summer=SIX
I think I'm in half of them too. *Sigh* Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.
OH! I almost forgot! I was invited to do a DiscipleNow in Denton, Texas in a few weeks!! Yippee! I love those! I can't wait!
Well, I'm having a glorious dinner of Hot Pockets before I head to the house to install mini-blinds. Let me tell you- this whole home improvement is rough! Now I know why Bob Villa is so buff. It seems like everything that needs to anywhere weighs, like, 500 pounds. I do feel like a super-cool chick though. I mean, think about it. There's four of us girls and we've totally remodeled a 2500 square foot house! On three acres to boot! Girl Power!
So now I sound like a feminist. Which I'm not. I'm just super proud of the fact that I was able to figure out how to install a light fixture and should God choose not to send me SuperMan, that'll I'll be okay!
Could God make the world any more beautiful? Oh wait, he already did! There's California... (I love Santa Monica pier) and there's Colorado (yes, I am THE greatest skier to ever live)... and what about Hilton Head Island... (the golf there was FABULOUS!)
Ok, ok... see! I really need to get out of town! I'll be in NYC in a few weeks for work, so maybe that will stifle my appetite for travel/vacation. I think my Mom and I are going to head to the Bahamas in May too. That will surely do me some good. But, I have such a busy summer that I don't think I'll be able to spare much time. Total wedding count for the summer=SIX
I think I'm in half of them too. *Sigh* Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.
OH! I almost forgot! I was invited to do a DiscipleNow in Denton, Texas in a few weeks!! Yippee! I love those! I can't wait!
Well, I'm having a glorious dinner of Hot Pockets before I head to the house to install mini-blinds. Let me tell you- this whole home improvement is rough! Now I know why Bob Villa is so buff. It seems like everything that needs to anywhere weighs, like, 500 pounds. I do feel like a super-cool chick though. I mean, think about it. There's four of us girls and we've totally remodeled a 2500 square foot house! On three acres to boot! Girl Power!
So now I sound like a feminist. Which I'm not. I'm just super proud of the fact that I was able to figure out how to install a light fixture and should God choose not to send me SuperMan, that'll I'll be okay!
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Right, so here I am at this blogging thing again. It cracks me up to think that TWO YEARS ago I started doing this. It just confirms the fact that I am soooo ahead of everything that's cool. I am, in fact, a diva. Move over Jessica Simpson, Britney Spears and Janet Jackson - Beth is in da house!
Anothe thing about blogging is that it makes me laugh. I can't say that I am any better off now than I was before. Well, actually- yes I can. No David in my life. I guess I shouldn't read names since I don't know who's reading this! Oops! :-)
Um, so... yeah. I really have nothing hysterically interesting to write about. Later tater!
Anothe thing about blogging is that it makes me laugh. I can't say that I am any better off now than I was before. Well, actually- yes I can. No David in my life. I guess I shouldn't read names since I don't know who's reading this! Oops! :-)
Um, so... yeah. I really have nothing hysterically interesting to write about. Later tater!
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