Tuesday, October 31, 2006
All the things you find at
blogthing sites.Melpomene
You are most like this muse of tragedy.
While you aren't depressed, you don't shy away from sadness.
Although you do tend to be gloomy, you have a sensitive side.
And this sensitive side helps inspire and help others.
Your Reputation Is: Mystery Girl
You're the girl that everyone is trying to figure out.
Men are attracted to your intriguing persona - and women want to copy it!
You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy
When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch
Problem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know.
From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up.
And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide.
You Are A Woman!
Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.
You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.
You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.
This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!
Along with such retarded nonsense as, I should have a "textured bob cut", I should paint my toenails pink (I don't even own pink, bah), that I'm "the type of girl who never considered getting married - until you met *him*", "I don't need a man ... or want one!", and that "I'm chocolate ice cream: Dramatic. Powerful. Flirty." Enough of this online crap, crap, crap, I'm going to bed now...
Seanna spake at
12:44 AM
Friday, October 27, 2006
Being weird and creative. But it's a nice case. And I like it. And it's a one of a kind in the world ever. I'll probably even make more in the series so I can be oh so coordinated.
Seanna spake at
12:24 AM
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
No sappy poetry today. Even if it is usually rather depressing stuff to read, I like it. Even if it doesn't make much sense, I like it. It makes sense to me. I wouldn't call myself depressed. Just somewhat lousy. It only comes out late. Late, when I'm the only one awake. Feeling alone. And stupid, for not being able to sleep.
I don't think I did very well on my last exam. I haven't heard yet, but I have a gut feeling. I'm writing another tomorrow. And I don't feel ready for it either. Obviously, I'm studying right now. But it's not likely that'll help. Why did I let mom talk me into this class...
I like strawberry cottage cheese.
I bought my mom some bright flowers.
No one buys me flowers.
I'm wearing bright green socks with an ant/bunny/something creature on them. They're weird.
I crochet a flip case for my cellphone. It's pretty much done. I just need to buy some clear plastic elastic, and then I'll post pics.
I like things made in Canada.
Seanna spake at
2:32 PM
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Too proud to admit,
I could use a hand.
Too proud to admit,
I could use an encouraging word.
Too proud to admit,
I'm not so unbreakable.
Too proud to admit,
I could use the love.
Broken, tired, but still the pride is there.
Independent, confident, without care.
Break me, kill me, show me;
Life needs affection.
Life needs a hug.
Life needs one who will understand.
Lose the pride and you will find,
An unbreakable life.
Seanna spake at
12:06 AM
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
We all know I hate forwards. But one of my coworkers does not know this. And I'm not going to complain. She sent me this one, and I just happened to need it right then. Then a couple days later when I got to work, she really needed to vent about a certain coworker chewing her out over something really unnecessary. She said, "So if I run out of here at 6, you'll know why." Among other things, I told her thanks for the forward, and to remember it when she got home.
We all need a tree
I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation.. His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children... So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again. Funny thing is," he smiled," when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
Seanna spake at
11:39 AM
Monday, October 09, 2006
Pardon the sap tonight. I mean it all.
Thankyou God for,
My sanity, that's usually there,
The Strength you give, I wouldn't have on my own,
The ability to move and go on, even when it's doubtful,
The people who love me, and that I love,
The people who challenge me, I doubt I challenge anyone,
The people it challenges me to love, oh boy,
The beauty I see around me, the remnant though it is,
The plans You have, that I don't know yet,
The Grace You give, heap it on,
The breath you give, and the millions I've taken, even the ones I used to make stupid mistakes,
The balance You sustain in me, right down to the salt level in my extracellular matrix.
Keep it all coming. Because I'm a stupid, bumbling idiot that you keep moving for some reason that You see fit. So mould me into something more useful, and I'll be all the more thankful.
Seanna spake at
12:05 AM
Saturday, October 07, 2006
In the past week...
I worked 13 days straight. Finally, tomorrow's a day off.
I got frusterated over too many assignments and didn't get too far on any of them.
Last weekend Dallas was back, but since I was working all weekend, he just happened to bug me at work. But it made my weekend, since I had to be working all weekend and it was not much fun.
We got rid of the courtesy car and got the buggy back. It looks pretty spiffy. Now I have to get used to driving a monster again. I found someone got ahold of my camera to document the brand-spanking-new-smelling paint and fix job. All 20 pictures worth.
Elly is home for Thanksgiving and we're acting weird and insane.
Mom made a cake and forgot the flour. No wonder it was so *cough* rich. I didn't eat all of it.
And that's about it. I'm going to bed early for once.
Seanna spake at
10:46 PM
