Los Angeles?

Yet another online quizzie thingie stolen from artschoolgirl. Why in the world would LA be at the top of my list? I hate LA.
Oh, yeah – 'cause it's a crappy online quizzie thingie that has no real, scientific merit.

American Cities That Best Fit You:

60% Los Angeles
60% San Diego
55% Honolulu
55% Miami
55% New York City

Chilly Friday

Do you ever get the feeling you're not nearly as smart as you think you are? I go through phases where I feel like everyone around me must be a complete dope – for example, in my political science class – and other times I think I'm the only dope around.
I feel this way now because I met someone online who's really smart recently and I started imagining an attempt to have a conversation with him in Real Life. I imagined trying to follow what he was talking about and then feeling really stupid.
I get this way around my dad sometimes, too. I think I know a little bit about politics or religion or current affairs and we get to talking, then I can feel the IQ score lowering. There's even a sound that accompanies it.
In fact, sometimes I feel slow around a lot of people I know. Maybe I'm just being too hard on myself. My brain hurts today from what I think may be the start of an ear infection. My ears began ringing a couple of days ago. Now they ache and feel itchy inside. Everything sounded like I was underwater, but when I would speak it sounded to me as if I were shouting.
Something about feeling ill makes me also feel stupid. Do my brain cells die faster than other people's as a result of fever or fighting an infection? Why do I feel so slow, physically and mentally?

So now Jay & Scott are back from New York and they loveditloveditlovedit. We're planning a foursome to Seattle sometime in August or Sepetember, which I think sounds supergroovy, as long as someone puts me in a wheelchair with a morphine drip when I get on the plane. I tend to get . . . how should I put this . . . so panicked about getting on a plane that I'm afraid I may someday give myself an actual heat attack and croak.
I thought about utilizing the university's cognitive behaviorist in an attempt to systematically desensitize myself. I hate having phobias and so many anxieties related to manmade transportation. How the hell am I supposed to live in a big city during grad school (or my future for whatever reason) without a car? How could I ever get on a bus, the subway, or into a cab? Actually, I think I could completely avoid cabs for the rest of my life if possible. I don't see the point in paying that much for transportation.

Oh, well. I still have about three more years to worry about it.

Slightly Bored . . .

It's another Saturday night and I'm home alone. I've been reading “Liquid Life” for my Religion class and highlighting the important parts. It's a really interesting subject but it's hard to sit down and read the assigned pages straight through. He has us finishing about six chapters and 90 pages in three days. Okay . . . well, that's not exactly true. It's more like two weeks, but we're going over the material in three classes. We have a final exam in two weeks and a good portion of it will be an essay related to his six dimensions of religious traditions. We are to select three of those – the three we find most often in the book – and analyze the way these are related to the material. I think they're ethical, doctrinal, experiential, social, ritual, and . . . I can never remember the sixth one.
I would have to say the number one most important dimension that I've noticed so far would be ritual. The practice of Japanese Buddhists praying and spending time with these mizuko Jizo figures seems to the most
I found it amusing that the book Amazon.com combines with “Liquid Life” is “The Range of Religion.” Maybe I'm just naive about college-level religion courses, but these were two texts my professor assigned. I guess I just wouldn't necessarily have put them together. Then again, maybe it's hard to find solid textbooks on the subject of world religions and these are often assigned?
The list price for the latter of the two is $84. I'm pretty lucky to have found it at Half Price Books used for a mere $7.98. God only knows how much the college bookstore would be selling them for.

It's going to freeze tonight. I had to turn the heat back on because it's 34 degrees outside. It's not going to get above 60 for the next week, as far as I can tell. This totally sucks since I was pissed about it being so hot. I almost turned on the air one day; it was hot. Now it's f-ing freezing. Stupid Indiana weather.

What the Hail?!

If you were out of town or not on the right side of town to experience it, below is a photo of what happened this afternoon. It was about 65 degrees and sunny, then thunder and lightning struck. It hailed big chunks of ice in sheets two different times for about 20 minutes total. Now it's 40 degrees and it's supposed to snow 1-2″ tomorrow night.
Notice there are tulips and green, green grass around the hail.


I know I'm being totally lazy by just completing these stupid online quizzes and then posting the results. The sad thing is, it's not like I'm busy doing something else, like studying; I just don't have anything really interesting to talk about.

Jay & Scott are in New York right now, which makes me incredibly jealous. However, the sun has just come out and it looks wonderful outside. So green and fresh. I love spring almost as much as I hate summer. I also don't particularly enjoy winter, but I'd much rather be cold than hot. My reasoning is, if it's cold I can put on a sweater and get warm. If it's hot, I just sweat and feel miserable. Blech!
Jay says he's going to call me when he's standing out in front of the Jimmy Choo store and describe what he sees in the window. I asked them to please take photos for me of Jimmy Choo and Manolos and Vera Wang. Please, please, please! So I can covet.

I could also bore you with how our landlord is allowing us to show the property and give out applications and take deposits from anyone who really, really wants the place. That makes me feel tons better. He's going to post our contact information on his web site and let people call us.

Now that I think about it, this makes me extremely nervous. What if people think I'm a total slob? I have got to go clean the house.

Blah blah blah

You Are 55% Left Brained, 45% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.
Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.
If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.
Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.

The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.
Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.
If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.
Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.


Woo! Guess who's had too much caffeine this morning? Guess who doesn't know how to spell that word? Guess who didn't know her own Web site provider also offers a blogging tool/feature? I feel stupid. Gonna go check it out. Just applied for a summer counseling job. Holy shit. I need to calm down.

A lot of people in Indy seem yet to have discovered Craig's List, so a lot of out-of-towners like to poke fun. I've looked in the Rants and Raves section and some people are just plain mean. But it's just not as entertaining as the ones in the other section.
Please tell your friends about Craig's List so I can start finding more rentals and crap on there.

What am I doing?

After the past few weeks of constant running around, checking and re-checking, looking at floorplans, calling, waiting for calls . . . We finally decided to give our previous rental another shot.
Charlie spoke with the landlady several times today and yesterday and everything sounded like it was going well. She's updating the oil furnace with gas heat, putting in central air, and even a new fridge in our old half of the double. She's willing to pay for a new garage door opener as well since Charlie prefers to park the new car away from the street.

But then the same old problems started. Charlie was attempting to get ready for work and talk with her at the same time – telling her to take it off the market and we'd move back in. He was trying to compromise with her as far as the paint. If we can start moving our stuff in during the middle of May rather than the end, well, we'd do the painting. But then she started freaking out about the colors. I want to do a medium-to-dark reddish brown in the dining room and she thinks that's too dark. Then he told her about Cavan going with us for 3 to 6, maybe more, months. All of the sudden, the 1000 square-foot duplex we used to rent for $650 is $800 per month.
She tried to tell him that “with three incomes, why should that be a problem?” Except we don't have three “real incomes,” we have one full income and two half incomes. I don't have a “real” job; I live off scholarships and student loans, Cavan goes to school full time and works part time at a night club. I don't know how much money she thinks we have floating around, but the point of moving back in there is to try and save money, not pay as much for that place as we do here.
Ideally, of course, I would stay in this house and be happy forever. Unfortunately, that's not an option. Moving to a double is compromise for us because we really don't want to be in an apartment. We need a yard for the dogs, and we don't want sixty people living all around us. Plus, we know the people on that street and Charlie would feel more comfortable about me being home alone so much if there were neighbors around us who were familiar with his schedule.

The main problem is that this landlady is so greedy. She doesn't work, she just lives off the rent from each side of the double. And she wants more and more money for everything; extra rent for the pets, extra rent for Cavan, extra rent for her doing something she was supposed to do all along, like keep the basement from flooding or provide us with a window air conditioner for the upstairs portion of the house.

So while we've been seriously reconsidering moving back there, I'm now concerned about how much she's going to ask for a deposit and if we'll be able to negotiate something fair. The first time we moved in we were so desperate to get out of the apartment we were in that we paid rent on both places for two months and gave her a deposit that was $200 more than the actual rent. Even our current landlord didn't ask for a full month's rent as a deposit; he brought it down $250.

I'm worried that I'm worrying myself sick about moving. I am very, very angry with the one apartment we actually wanted to move in to and their stupid, stupid pet policy. All our problems could have been solved two months ago. Sigh.

Oh, well. I guess if this is my biggest current problem in life, I should be thankful. But the headaches it's giving me are irritating, numerous, and pounding.