Well, it's here. 9/9/09. It's the last time all the numbers will line up to be the same number. The nuxt time is 1/1/2101. Most of us won't live to see that day.
I read on cnn.com, the math is pretty cool too. Both Wednesday and September have 9 letters, 9/9 is the 252nd day of the year (2+5+2=9), also if you multiply any single digit by 9, you can add the resulting 2 digits and the sum will be nine (2*9=18 1+8=9; 2*9=27 2+7=9).
It's a field day for iChing.
Being without a computer for just last night makes me realize how dependant on computers we are. I had to go on my roommate's computer when she wasn't home!
I was watching some Lost last night, and I watched the special features of the 2nd season, and they mentioned the six degrees of separation theory. If you don't know what this theory is, basically it's that you can take any 2 people in the world and connect them through six people or less. It was developed by someone (I don't remember who) in about 1920. I don't know if I believe in this particular theory. I mean, can everyone in the world really connect themselves to the Presidant of the United States in 6 steps or less? I just don't know.
I'm really upset that I can't do the Xanga Queen contest 
This weekend had a bit of drama in it. Friday after I got off work I went down to my mom's (which is a pretty long drive...it can be an hour and a half or more). I think it was Saturday night my mom was drinking. I was putting a puzzle together (exciting, I know.) and she sat in a chair next to mine, raving about how smart I am (normally a kid would love to hear that from a parent...but yeah, no). Then she blew up a balloon and it escaped from her and flew to the other side of the room. I wasn't even looking at her when I said, "Mom, was that really necessary?" When I didn't hear an answer, I looked at her and she had her hands over her face and she was crying. UGH I hate dealing with soppy drunks.
My sister told me that our mother had gotten drunk a few weeks ago and tried to hang herself in the barn. WTF.
My mother needs help.
Other than that, we had a Labor Day picnic at my mom's and pretty much the whole family showed up, even my grandma's sister. It was the most functional get together of a dysfunctional family, so says my aunt. It did go well, which was a little surprising.
Anyway, I forgot my wireless router at my mom's, so I will be internet-less this week except when I'm at work....so not much blogging or reading blogs this week, sorry guys!
Damnit.
I just read an article on cnn.com about libraries. Books going to ebooks, I hate it!! I've tried reading ebooks before, but I can't do it. It's just not the same. I have to have paper in my hands. I break the bindings on paperback. I'm very proud of my book collection. I know the transistion will take time, but that doesn't make me feel any better. I'm an avid reader, and I own hundreds of books. Damn digital age.
Well, I suppose I better do this...the list of 10 confessions...as requested by Krissy_Cole and MyxlDove.
Here it be:
1. It is my secret desire to be one of those super sexy gothic chicks that you see on DevArt all the time. I love corsets and mini skirts, I love knee high boots and fishnets, I love hair falls, I love victorian dresses. I want to repierce my eyebrow, nose, and labret, plus I want a Marilyn Monroe and snakebites. I want my hair pink again (which I probably won't do anymore because it's too destructive). And I want lots of tattoos...one of which includes a huge tiger on my back, with the tail wrapping around my
2. I am a masochist. Gotta love the pain baby!
3. I absolutely love the city lights. Minneapolis/St. Paul is gorgeous at night, I love driving through after dark.
4. I've only been in two relationships. My trust issues get in the way, so I don't even try.
5. My grandma is very wealthy, but I secretly believe that she will spend all of her money after retirement, leaving nothing for her family.
6. I have a little OCD. I cannot have dry hands. If I don't have any lotion, I feel very uncomfortable and I can't concentrate until I've moisturized.
7. I have a very intense fear of needles. This is because when I was a kid, I was drugged with heroin.
8. I've been through a lot in my 23 years, but I've learned to not let it keep me down. It's tough sometimes, but that's life, right?
9. I hate drama in my own life, but I love watching it on TV. Some of my favorite shows are Big Brother and Survivor.
10. My dad is my hero.
I forgot to mention that you are SUPPOSED to post YOUR 10 confessions since you've seen mine. If you've already done it, you're off the hook...or, I could make you post a new 10...hahaha jk 
My coffee must be sweet,
Like me.
Dark roast,
Hazelnut creamer,
French Vanilla creamer.
Lots of sugar.
Caramel colored.
Delicious sips
That complete my soul
This chilly morning.
In a recent blog, TheTheologiansCafe wrote about the new Iranian president okaying rape in the interrogation setting. I commented, saying no, it's not okay. I think though that this deserves a separate blog, because I have more to say. I read through the comments and was relieved that most vehemently said no, it's not okay. I still want to say what I have to say.
First of all, as a victim, I find this line of thinking utterly repulsive. I've had the opinion for a long time that anyone who rapes or even molests someone else should be castrated (if the offender is female...I really don't know about that one). I'm not kidding about this. Most of these offenders are sick in the head, and they will do it again. If they don't have the proper equipment, it would be pretty difficult to repeat, don't you think?
Before women were liberated, they were basically possessions of men. They were told what to do, when to do it, how to do it. If their man wanted sex, he got sex, even if he had to take it by force. A long time ago, it wasn't uncommon for men to boast about their conquests, or rape victims. Ever since the beginning of time, soldiers raped the women of their enemies. It was an accepted part of society in most circles. As time went on, it got more and more discreet. Now that women are liberated and free will is exercised, rape is no longer socially accepted, and is considered a crime.
The way that humans think has changed and evolved over time. Our thought processes have changed. We are no longer barbarians living in caves, we are no longer living in medieval times. We are human beings for a reason. We have the ability to think and adapt to our environments. Animals are just as smart, but they lack the capabilities that we have. In this day and age, no one should be raped, no matter the circumstances. It's damaging in so many ways. Too many ways.
Anyone who thinks it's okay to rape someone else in ANY situation is a poor excuse for a human being.
Okay, this is a blog I've been meaning to write for a few days now...and I usually don't talk about poop and farts all the time...it's just a coinsidence!! Haha.
So Sunday I was at my dad's house and I really had to fart. I was holding it in because at my dad's house, you get teased endlessly for farting. Here's why.
My dad farts. A LOT. They normally don't smell, but they are loud and obnoxious. There were times he would be sitting at one end of the couch, me on the other end. His fart vibrated the ENTIRE couch. Not even kidding (I couldn't even make this shit up). This happens often. Well, not since he got his recliner...that's his spot.
Anyway, it got to the point that my sister and I told him he should go to the doctor for his flatulation problems. He would always respond "You shouldn't talk about your flatulations" (which, if you don't know, is a line that comes from Ron White). I've gotten him a book on the history of farts for his birthday, birthday cards and Father's Day cards about farting. One card I got him was one where you opened it and it made very real sounding farts.
He said that he was going to take it to work and open it under the table at one of his daily management meetings. Well, I don't think he did that, but he did take it to work and showed all of his buddies.
Anyway, all this about farting at my dad's house, so I held it in. Which, if you've ever done so, becomes difficult to do. They try to sneak out when you laugh or bend down. But I did.
The moment I walked out the front door, I let out a very long, loud fart. It was one where someone (like my dad) would have said "check your shorts!"
But my panties were just fine...no sharting here =]
I am not a very confident woman. Some people would say that I'm lying, because at times I don't seem like I lack confidence. The truth is that "fake it till you believe it" doesn't work. It hasn't worked with me. Sure, I'm better than I have been in the past, but I'm still not comfortable in my own skin.
I often look in the mirror and think I'm ugly. Ugly is such an ugly word. It is what it is. I feel like I look like a boy. I hate my face.
Most of the time I hide it. That fact that I hate myself. I hide it in my scars. I hide it behind my smile. I hide that I'm not happy. I act.
Confidence is not me. It's a lie. One that I will continue to tell. I wonder if everyone feels this way about themselves. Does everyone lie? I lie, and I hate liars. I hate myself.
I wonder if other people see me like I see me. People tell me that I don't look like a boy, that I'm pretty, even beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I suppose. Maybe my vision is warped. I don't like what I see.
This isn't meant to get sympathy or pity. I'm just saying my thoughts. I saw a blog about ugly, but I didn't read it. I just feel ugly today. Like most other days. I should have done my hair I suppose.
One of my co-workers forwarded this to me, I thought it was hilarious..... I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option. More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter? Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again. Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft. There is a great need for sarcasm font. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the hell was going on when I first saw it. I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text. A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it. Was learning cursive really necessary? Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say". I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger. Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying. My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said? I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers! While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died. I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. Bad decisions make good stories Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do! Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year? If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible. Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem.... You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever. I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?' While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA . No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don't win, they are executed. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away? I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking. I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes. Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles... As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists. It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call. I think that if, years down the road when I'm trying to have a kid, I find out that I'm sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college. Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cellphone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my @ss everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time... My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that? It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text. I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay. The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.
