Coveteous (Listening to: Half of My Heart - John Mayer)

Grr. I hate really cute, taken men.
Especially Christian, funny, clever, brilliant ones with great minds and good hearts. Why would I hate these sorts of men? Only becuase other women found ALL of them before I did. Forget stealing them away, I couldn't do that. My stealing them would compromise their goodness, and the purity of the relationship I want with one of them.
I have a guy, but he's just cute. He's not brilliant, good hearted, or wittily comedic in any way. And he cuts me down when I try to be those things. Try? I am those things, I just supress it while I'm with him, because he doesn't like me when I act like myself.
AAaaagh, I just want one of the funny, clever, brilliant, really cute Christian men with great minds and good hearts. One of the ones who spells "tomorrow" correctly, and uses the appropriate form of "to, two, and too" for his statments. Can it be that much to ask? Must I have a crush on my young, married professor, just because he's the only attractive man I've ever met who is also smart and actually cares about something real?
Coveteous is the wrong word. It implies intent to take. I meant to call it envy. Wanting something that isn't yours, but not planning to do anything about it.
I don't have to have that specific person. Obviously, I'm not going to become a homewrecker so I can date my college professor. I'm going to break up with Dodo who doesn't like me for who I really am, and wait for someone like my cute professor. But I promise, I won't go after him. I'm not that low.

Gravity, stay the hell away from me.

With him, I'm dull, but cute. I'm not smart. I don't use my vocabulary, I'm usually quite loquacious, for fear that he'll feel I'm condescending. I'm careful to the point that I'm also trying to make sure he doesn't think I'm patronizing him, though what seems patronizing to me is perfectly natural for his limited understanding. I am condecentious at times when I'm already irritated, but he doesn't seem to realize it, and that idea in itself is condescending! I don't like patronizing, it's laborious and irksome in the truest sense of the word. I do like, however conceited I may seem for the fact, being intellectually superior in most cases, but when my intellectual superiority becomes an obstacle of communication and a conductor of strife, I fail to see its advantages in this relationship. So, sure, everything is fine while I'm forbidden to think analytically or express deep thoughts about anything, but as soon as I speak my rampaging mind--which has been screaming inside my head, growing angrier and more restless the longer my mouth mutes it--the shit hits the fan. Once, then, I find myself in the company of intellectuals, the veil between thinking and speaking is torn top to bottom, and out comes a clusterfuck of all my passionate arguments about life, love, culture, religion, politics, anything which has merit. It's then that I suddenly remember that I have an identity separate from the happy relationship bubble on the couch cuddling, he saying, "I love you," without even the capacity to understand me--to know me enough to say the three little words that crush the world they're supposed to complete. I remember that I believe in God, the resurrection of Christ, the intelligent design and seven day creation of the world, the principles of honesty, of integrity, and of hard work as a virtue, not just the means to an end. This is, by no means, to say that he is a bad influence on me, or that I would definitely be a better person without him, but it is to say that with him, the possibility--and especially the guarantee--of being or becoming a better person is nonexistent. I have no doubt that I have the personal capacity to exhibit my fullest intelligence, be an example of Christ, and apply more than the neccessary energy in school and work, I have only guarantees that said capacity is to remain potential and is never to be realized while I'm intellectually, spiritually, and occupationally stifled by my intermittent happiness in the restrictive, though at times elatious, relationship. The person I want to be is unattainable while I'm with him.

American History Parody

" the griffin family history"

this is the "popular" history source I chose to compare and contrast to a scholarly source.

managing time

The differences between high school and college time management for me are pretty vast. In high school I was in school for much longer hours,I had dance team practice for almost 3 hours each day, and I worked about 15 hours a week, so most of my time was managed for me. College is much different. I have class for 2 to 3 hours per day, I work about 20 hours per week, and the rest is free. It is also different because my homework is different. It's all reading and writing as opposed to worksheets and book assignments. Granted, I'm not taking a math or science course as of yet. I don't live on campus, so I don't have quite as much of a social life as most of my friends, so that's not hard to manage. Popularity has never been an issue for me...haha.
Love ya Sandra!!!

Goin to a Better Place..

2. If you could do one thing today to make the world a better place, what would it be?

Well, I would probably use that one opportunity to make drugs disappear. All these efforts people put forth towards ending drug problems seem almost futile. A difference made in saving a single life is a major difference, but if I had the power to change the world today, then a lot of people would stop suffering and dying for stupid reasons. My uncle Toby has been strung out on drugs for most of his adult life, so I've seen firsthand how destructive they can be. A month ago, my uncle Mike bought a $3,600 Gibson Les Paul guitar--basically the dream instrument for any guitarist, it isn't even about the money, the thing was priceless to him. He's one of the most generous people I've ever met. My uncle Toby stayed at his house for a couple of weeks, and he was about to leave, so my uncle Mike gave him $100, filled his gas tank, and bought him a few packs of cigarettes, and sent him on his way. Hours later, Mike comes out to his truck to find his Les Paul gone, and the words "Sorry. -Me" scratched into his rearview mirror in Toby's handwriting. Drugs drove my uncle to take advantage of and steal something precious from his own brother. Drugs ruin relationships, goals, dreams, ambitions, and ultimately, lives. My one opportunity to change the world would be well spent to abolish the world of drugs.

whazzaaa!?

Hey Sandra!
Thanks for being such a help, I'm looking forward to our lunch in a few weeks. =]
Have a nice day!