Oh yeah, and my wisdom teeth are starting to poke out the side of my jaw. It really sucks. (Just figured as long as I was complaining....)
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Painting my car has taken a backseat to finding all the dadgum hoses for the thing.... Got very little accomplished this weekend. But Chad and I made 50 cents on the whole deal, so I guess it's ok :-)
Oh, and yess, I will be in Southaven for the fourth.... My dad is driving me halfway there, and Chad is picking me up, then my Grandmother is coming to get me on Sunday. There is much to be said for the power of whining :-)
I really have to stop letting movies affect me. Or stop watching them. Or something. Maybe I'll become an alcoholic... yeah, that's it. No, seriously... I went to see Minority Report last Saturday... and the only nights since then that I haven't had nightmares have bee nthe ones that I've had a drink before I went to bed. Add this to the fact that I've been somewhat of an insomniac lately... I can't fall asleep when I want to... and I only have about 5-6 hours of possible sleep time a night... and you'll see that I'm (not-so slowly) falling apart.
So Chad and I went to see Lilo and Stitch yesterday... and it was a wonderfull movie. I loved it. But all last night, I had nightmares that the DSS people were taking me away from my parents. So I was so tired this morning that I fell asleep trying to wake Chad up to go to church... which turned out not to be a bad thing... but still. And here I am at work (yes, on a Sunday) trying not to fall asleep at me keyboard. And yet I know that when I get home, I won't be able to sleep, and when I do fall asleep, I won't stay asleep.... And I still have to be up at 5am, maybe earlier tomorrow... Grr.
la la la la-la-la.... I got cool stuff for my car :-) Yesterday, i went to Wal-mart, and I got engine de-gunker, and gas treatment, and oil treatment, and a case of oil, and a funnel, and..... *drum roll* ..... A seat cover!!! But not just any seat cover..... A Powerpuff Girls Seat cover :-) It's pink.... and fuzzy :-) And it should clash nicely with my orange bug :-) I am thinking, now, or at least for the moment, (I guess I'm just toying with the idea, actually) of painting my car Deedee Pink. For those of you that do not watch Dexter's Lab, Deedee Pink is about the color of the outside of a pink highlighter. It's really really bright, but not flourescent. I had a room that color once :-) So what do you think? Deedee Pink with a chrome interior? And pink fuzzy Powerpuff Girl seats :-)? Pink has it's advantages.... none of my boys will want to borrow my car... and most of them won't want to ride in it, so I get out of driving places :-) It'll be fun....
posted by Deedee 5:25 AM
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Thursday, June 27, 2002
Interesting... Here's something I learned today :-)
jiffy -- a unit of time used in chemistry and physics, equal to a "light centimeter," that is, the time required for light to travel a distance of one centimeter. This is a very brief interval indeed, about 33.3564 picoseconds. This definition of the jiffy was proposed by the American physical chemist Gilbert N. Lewis (1875-1946), who was one of the first to apply principles of quantum physics in chemistry.
posted by Deedee 6:07 AM
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Wednesday, June 26, 2002
So I left for Memphi around 11:30 friday.... And was broken down on the side of the road by 12:30, and my Daddy had to come and bring me home. Grr to radiators. (the water pump in the Taurus is bad, and we won't be getting it fixed anytime in the next weeke or two...) So I called Chad, all upset because I was stuck in Godforsakenville, AL, and I wasn't going to make it to Memphis, and I felt like a stupid girl because I had to wait for my Daddy to come get the car...
And Chad was a saint this weekend.... he came and picked me up, and took me back to Memphis... And then when we went ot see Minority Report, and it disturbed me so much I could hardly talk, and couldn't explain to him why it disturbed me, and he held me, and gave me alcohol and a back rub, and made me feel better so I could sleep. And he put up with me being whiney and cross all weekend. (most of which was due to the fact that I was getting sick, and didn't realize it yet).
And so, despite getting off to a bad start, and having a few bumps here and there, I had a wonderful weekend. I went to a computer show, then went to Brian's graduation party, and we ate (way too much) food, and talked, and played trivial pursuit, and went out to Outback, and watched Minority report.
And I got home, and woke up sick Monday morning... was sick all day Monday, and dragged my butt out of bed to go to class Monday night.... Was sick all day Tuesday, and dragged my butt out of bed to go to lab Tuesday night. But today I'm feeling somewhat better, although my head is killing me.
I finally got a decal for my parent's van, so they can come on-site without too much hassle. All I had to do was forge my dad's signature.... A skill every daughter should have :-) Anyway, Mom and Dad'll be happy it's done.
In non-related news, a fire truck had to visit my building today :-) See, the "Smoker's Buddy" on the porch, which holds cigarette butts, was smoking really, really, bad. And, as civil servants, if we use a fire extinquisher, we can be fired (we are not proparly trained). So Alan (my boss) called 911, and got lots of attention for us... They came and blasted it with something that look suspiciously like a fire extiquisher (mabe they have special training?).... but it put out the blaze. And it was funny.... the fire truck didn't fit in our parking lot :-) It was too long. :-)
So I get to go get bug parts today, if the dadgum shops are open. :-) Yay for me! :-)
posted by Deedee 3:23 PM
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Tuesday, June 18, 2002
la la la-la-la..... I'm giving a presentation... rigt now as a matter of fact. Ok, ok, so the girls in my office are presenting... Im just here for... for... You know, I really have no clue why I'm here. But that's ok. It kills my day. No thinking for me today :-) This finishes at 10am, and I have a meeting at 1, then I have class sarting at 5:30. No working for me :-)
The power flickered at my house last night, so I had no alarm clock this morning... Which means I woke up at 7:05. And I was supposed to be at work at 7:15. And I had to get gas. I left the house at 7:10, got gas, and made it over the mountain (in rush hour traffic mind you) by 7:20. Hell yeah. So I made it here. But I forgot lunch. Ho Hum.
In other interesting news, my office has real space stuff in it... I just found this out and it's so awesome.... Stacey (our server dude) uses the outer shell of EXPRESS (yes, that's an acronym) racks to hold our server. EXPRESS racks are used to hold experiments on the International Space Station. And we have the outer shell of one. Do-dah! That's just cool.
Neither Daddy nor I felt good last night... I went home and did some mending, and talked to Chad, and went to bed. And overslept, but that's ok. Daddy played Civilization for a while, then went to bed. I htink I'm working too many hours or something, I'm dead.
But, at the rate I'm working, I'll only have two hours to work on Friday.... which means I can make it to Memphis earlier. Yay for me!! Also, I'll be out of the office before Dorthy shows up.... again yay! God, she pissed me off this week.... Last week she worked from 12:30-5 every day. (count it up, 20 hours)... In that time she got *nothing* accomplished. But she claimed 40 hours. What, are we paying her to go to class now? If I clocked in my class time, I would hardly have to work at all. Lets see... Monday I could clock from 8-9:15, with 30 minutes lunch is 12 hours and 45 minutes... Tuesday 8-9:45 with 30 minutes lunch is 13 hours and 15 minutes, Wednesday 8-4:30 is 8 hours, that's 34 hours, and I haven't gone to class on Thursday yet. That wouldn't work!!!
And the thing that pisses me off the most is that any time I say anything, "they" (name omitted) tell me I'm racist, I don;t likeDorthy just because she's black. I don;t care if she's purple and green, she is dumb and she wastes company money. Grrr. Grr. to afirmative action. Gr...
Ok, enough of that. I guess I should post his soon, before blogger dumps me.
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Monday, June 17, 2002
I had a wonderful weekend :-) Just in case you were wondering.....
I dragged (drug?) Chad and Brian all over the city, and made them tour the Space Center with me :-) And scandalized my Granny with my *evil* bathing suit (omg... it has two pieces!!)... it was fun. And I bought tools. Lots and lots of sockets :-) Nice ones... Craftsman. :-) And a boom box for my car... which won't be making it to Memphis anytime soon :-( But I'll be there next week (I'm stealing my Daddy's car). :-) And that makes me happy :-)
Oh yeah, and humor for the day.... I picked this up somewhere online, and thought it was funny. The world needs more funnies.
GREEN EGGS & HAMLET
I ask to be, or not to be.
That is the question, I ask of me.
This sullied life, it makes me shudder.
My uncle's boffing dear, sweet mother.
Would I, could I take my life?
Could I, should I, end this strife?
Should I jump out of a plane?
Or throw myself before a train?
Should I from a cliff just leap?
Could I put myself to sleep?
Shoot myself, or take some poison?
Maybe try self immolation?
To shudder off this mortal coil,
I could stab myself with a fencing foil.
Slash my wrists while in the bath?
Would it end my angst and wrath?
To sleep, to dream, now there's the rub.
I could drop a toaster in my tub.
Would all be glad, if I were dead?
Could I perhaps kill them instead?
This line of thought takes consideration -
For I'm the king of procrastination.
Chad is coming to see me today :-) Chad is coming to see me today :-) And Brian is coming to see me, too :-)
And.... *drum roll* .... I got an A on my physics test! Not only did I get an A, but I got the highest grade in the class (98.98). I took 5 points off od the curve :-) I have never gotten an A in physics before.... I'm so happy :-)
Ah well... Off to see about my "secret" before the boys get into town.... and to pick up my car from Henry's house (I finally get to bring it home!!) :-)
Today is a smiley face day. Even if it is raining. :-)
posted by Deedee 11:13 AM
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Thursday, June 13, 2002
Oh yeah, and the Quote of the Day:
"Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies."
The proliferation of medern programming languages which seem to have stolen countless features from each other sometimes makes it difficult to remember which languages you're using. This guide is offered as a public service to help programmers in such dilemmas.
C: You shoot yourself in the foot.
C++: You accidentally create a dozen instances of yourself and shoot them all in the foot. Providing emergency medical care is impossible since you can't tell which are bitwise copies and which are just pointing at
other and saying, "That's me over there."
Fortran:You shot yourself in each toe, iteratively, until you run out of toes, then you read in the next foot and repeat. If you run out of bullets, you continue anyway because you have no exception-processing ability.
Ada: If you are dumb enough to actually use this language, the United States Department of Defense will kidnap you, stand you up in front of a firing squad, and tell the soldiers, "SHOOT AT HIS FEET!!"
Modula/2:After realizing that you can't actually accomplish anything in the language, you shoot yourself in the head.
Cobol: USEing a COLT45 HANDGUN, AIM gun at LEG.FOOT, THEN place ARM.HAND.FINGER on HANDGUN.TRIGGER, and SQUEEZE. THEN return HANDGUN to HOLSTER. CHECK whether shoelace needs to be retied.
Lisp: You shoot yourself in the appendage which holds the gun with which you shoot yourself in the appendage which holds the gun with which you shoot yourself in the appendage which holds the gun with which you shoot yourself in the appendage which holds.....
Assembly:You crash the OS and overwrite the root disk. The system administrator arrives and shoots you in the foot. After a moment of contemplation, the administrator shoots himself in the foot and then hops around the room rapidly shooting everyone in sight.
SmallTalk:You spend so much time playing with the graphics and windowing system that your boss shoots you in the foot, takes away your workstation, and makes you develop in COBOL on a character terminal.
FORTH: Foot in yourself shoot.
APL: You shoot yourself in the foot, and then spend all day figuring out how to do it in fewer characters.
Pascal: The compiler won't let you shoot yourself in the foot.
SNOBOL: If you succeed, shoot yourself in the left foot. If you fail, shoot yourself in the left foot.
BASIC: Shoot self in foot with water pistol. On big systems, continue until entire lower body is waterlogged.
sh, csh, etc: You can't remember the syntax for anyting, so you spend five hours reading man pages before giving up. You then shoot the computer and switch to C.
APT: You cut a perfect bullethold in your foot, and shoot through it. [Note to the naiive: APT is the oldest computer language currently in use -- Automatic Programming of Tools]
Concurrent Euclid: You shoot yourself in somebody else's foot.
Motif: You spend days wiring a UIL description of your foot, the trajectory, the bullet, and the intricate scrollwork on the ivory handles of the gun. When you finally get around to pulling the trigger, the gun jams.
APL, Version 2: @#&^$%&%^ foot
BCPL: You shoot yourself somewhere in the leg -- you can't get any finer resolution than that.
VMS: %SYS-F-FTSHT, foot shot (fifty lines of traceback omitted)
Unix: % ls
foot.c foot.h foot.o toe.c toe.o
% rm *.o
rm: .o: No such file or directory
% ls
JCL: You shoot yourself in the head just thinking about it.
MSDOS: You shoot yourself in the foot, but can unshoot yourself with add-on software.
Picospan: You can't shoot yourself in the foot because you're not a host.
Paradox: Not only can you shoot yourself in the foot, your users can too.
Revelation: You'll be able to shoot yourself in the foot just as soon as you figure out what all these bullets are for.
Oracle: The menus for coding foot_shooting have not been implemented yet and you can't do foot shooting in SQL
Hypertalk: Put the first bullet of the gun into foot left of leg of you. Answer the result.
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Wednesday, June 12, 2002
one more hour.... I only have to survive one more hour.
Work is decidedly boring today.... but it's half an hour less boring than it could be, because I'm going to leave early and go clean house... not my house, but house, none the less. This is what I've done today:
Update the glossary database/html pages: While the database and the html should be the same thing, they're not right now. I hear Randy's working on that.... It should be done in time for Rev 6 or so (Rev 2, which was 18 months in the making, goes up around August). So that was a lot of mindless cutting and pasteing.
Work on linking concepts: I finished the linking concepts for all the articles published in '01, and the first 3 in 02. This, while also mindless, involves searching for terms such as "polar" in a totally randomized list. Over and over and over.
PDFs: As the PDF goddess, it was my duty to catch up on PDFing lessons and stuff... I usually let Mindi help, but she had real work to do today.
508 compliance inventory: I added 3 pages to the 57 pages I already had of alt tag inventory. I'm not even 1/3 of the way done with '01. I will never finish.
And now I'm killing the last hour, because the only thinks I hae left to do today are alt tags inventory and linking concepts.... I think my brain is going to explode. But I only have to survive one more hour.
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I have no idea why, but for some reason Calhoun violates my sense of social normality. I have actually ended up spending some time there, waiting for class and stuff.... I don't know. Sitting in "the lobby" (which could never be The Lobby, it's too small, and it doesn't have a TV or bleachers) I feel obvious and substandard, and yet somehow superior, but very out of place... Like a half-eaten cucumber sammich on a plate of oatmeal-raisen cookies.
For example, I was sitting on "the porch" (Which could never be The Porch, despite the amount of smoke in the air and the number of freaks there)... and I heard this group (all guys) next to me, talking about roleplaying. So I listened to them for a few minutes, and deduced they were talking about 3rd edition... just swapping character stories and stuff... So I said something to them about roleplaying, and characters.... And apparently, that is a guys only group... or a smokers only group... or something, because they looked at me like I had sprouted a tail. After a couple of minutes of them staring, I was like, ok fine, I didn't want to talk to you anyway, and I left.
The entire "campus" (all one building) is weirdness.... I don;t know how to explain it. It's like, when I walk in, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I get really jumpy. The only place I don't feel like that is in the physics lab... I haven't had the heeby-jeebies that bad since... the end of freshman year, right before (and after) I started dating Nidgle. (Tip: if you already are seeing things in the dark, don't date a guy all in black that creeps everyone out. Just a thought).
Speaking of Nidgle.... He's invaded my dreams the last couple of nights. I have dreamed he died three nights in a row now... which is odd. But even more odd, is that he died the same way every time (self inflicted gun shot wound to the head), but in different locations. And I've found out about it differently every time. So I wonder what's going on there... I thought about trying to e-mail him or something, and see what's going on. But I really don't care to rekindle any friendship we might have had, and I get the distinct inmpression that he doesn't want to talk to me. So I'll sit here and wonder about it until I go mad... or until Walker comes and says "Hey, did you hear about Nidgle?" Depressing.
La la la la la.... I have a secret.... la la la la la. :-)
In other news, my brother managed to leave town without doing any of his house work. Typical. He'll be home (for about 18 hours or so) On Saturday, So I'll yell at him then. And I'm sure Mandie will, too, as she is having to pick up the slack and finish cleaning the house before Brian and Chad come in next weekend.
And I have to come to the conclusion that my family is, and always will be, trailer trash. This isn't something I'm ashamed of, nor am I particularly proud of it... it just is. My mom has bad teeth, and wears loud paisley clothes, both of my parents work for much less than they should be making, and work 60 or so hours a week, no one in my family has any idea what the word moderation means, and no one in the house can figure out why I think it should be clean. Having said that, I love my family, even when they annoy the stew out of me, and therefore I am the only one allowed to make fun of them. Except Chad, and even then, only occasionally.
Moving on, I'm finishing schetching out the plans for this weekend.... I'll finalize stuff on Friday, I think, before the boys get here. Things look good! Mom's promised to re-highlight my hair on Wednesday, and I'm going to get it trimmed/styled on Thursday, so I should look nice. And, judging from the tenative plans I've made, and the fact that we'll pretty much have the house/television to ourselves, we should have a lot of fun.
And, almost lastly, I think I did really well on my Physics test, which makes me happy. I (might) get part of my grade back tonight, and the rest of it tomorrow or Thursday. N'sure yet.
Lastly, I have decided that I should be given 30 days of paid leave from my family every year. Then I could disapear to some remote Island, and sip coconut drinks with little umbrellas in them, and think about how much I don't miss doing housework. And maybe Chad could come, too. If he pomised not to make me do laundry (I did 25 loads of laundry Saturday and Sunday).
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Wednesday, June 05, 2002
I have decided that there are two essentials for any car that I (currently have access to) and drive in the summer. I'm driving my dad's car right now, and that means I have to carry multiple gallons of water with me everywhere, but my bug won't need that (no radiator... Yippie!!). But I will always carry in my glovebox.... A hairbrush, and deoderant. Necessities for a car with 4-70 (or in the bug's case, 2-70) air-conditioning. Especially if your car has a navy blue (Dad's car) or black (my bug) interior. It's dadgum hot.
posted by Deedee 1:49 PM
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Tuesday, June 04, 2002
Interesting.... I have run into so many people I know this week. Odd. But interesting. Maybe said people will be bored, and look me up on google. And then they'll find this page, and readd all about my life up to now. Or as much as I post about it. :-) Except, I think, because I havent posted in so long, that is, that people, or at least most of them, have stopped reading my blog, either that or I have become, as some might say, a boring blogger. Or maybe they just have nothing to say. Or maybe it's the run-on sentences that get them. Or something.
Do you ever sit and wonder what people mean when they say something? Like, perhaps, if someone were to say, hello, how is your life, what are they really asking? Are they asking how school is, or how my health is, or how my family is doing, or do they really just want to find out, without being so rude as to ask, if I'm still dating "that long-haired guy." No, never mind. I didn't think so.
So it's tuesday, and I have lab, but I really don't feel like going, but I'm going to, because I'll fail if I don't. And because it beats going home. And I have to work for 15 more minutes, but my lessons are coming out stilted, with lots of commas, and I'm out of sheet protectors, and I don't have time to start, or at least not get a good start, on any of my upcoming projects, and I'll be here early in the morning anyway, and I'm already caught up with everything through August 1st, and I really don't care. So I'll blog. Yeah, that's it.
On the upside, iI *Finally* get to see Star Wars tomorrow.
I'm in an odd mood. I feel... Well.... I feel a lot like MoJo JoJo. I think. That is, I fell like something, and I am assuming that that something is what MoJo JoJo feels like, or at least, I think, what I would feel like if I were MoJo JoJo. But I'm not. So it's weird.
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Monday, June 03, 2002
Check it out.... the Vitruvian Man lesson I wrote went up last thursday.... Pretty cool :-)
In other news, I went to a beautiful wedding this weekend in Fort Worth.... and I got harrassed by security at the airport... they molestered me :-( But, two frisks and one x-rayed pair of shoes later, they finally decided I wasn't a terrorist. Because I look like one, you know.
Chad's roleplaying in Memphis, and i can't play, which sucks. But it was kind of inevitable. I wanted to play, but I'm only going to be able to be there (at most) every other weekend, and summer games played every other weekend usually come in six-hour sessions... And I really didn't want to give up six-hours of my weekends with Chad. I'm sure we'll find somehting to do to take up that time :-) And, roleplaying gives him something to do during the week while I'm at work/in class/doing odd family stuff.
So this is my schedule.....
Today, work and class until 9:15
Tomorrow, work and class until 9:45
Wednesday, work until 4 (or take off early to watch Star Wars.... hmmmm)
Thursday, Work and class until 9:45
Friday, Work until my 40 is up..... take my baby bro to the mall :-)
Saturday, be a bum
Sunday, go to church, be a bum
Next Week:
Work and class, but then Chad and Brian are visiting me on the Weekend :-) We're going to go to the Race and Spocket Center... Space Shot and Centerfuge here we come!! And we get to see Scooby Doo with my Daddy.... and watch the new IMAX movie about the ISS.
Eventually... like the end of the month... William might come and visit and do the tourist thing. Which will be cool. And I don't have to go to any more weddings until next month. Yay for me!!!
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
