I just finished reading my hardcopy of Rebekah - Women of Genesis by Orson Scott Card



and I veyr much enjoyed it. It was a holiday present from k_diddy, thank-you. I wanted to own and read the second book after reading the first book, Sarah - Women of Genesis

that I found in my school libray.

I very much like this author, I might read mroe of her wrk, but I'll do the library check out to save trees.

so i wrote a really nice paragraph praising the author's books and asking for more women of genesis books on his website forum, and i didn't put in the right password, so i go back to edit it, and all my writing is completely gone. i hate that. i spent a good 10 minutes on it too. don't you hate it when that happens? stupid webforms, stupid internet explorer.

my dad walks up near me, i'm sitting here on the computer. he has an angry face pointed towards me, he hands me a card.

its my driver's license!

today, i have been driving without my license on me. i was totally clueless. Dad said that he found my driver's license in the dryer. I had left my license in the pocket of my jeans that I wore Tuesday when I went with k_diddy as we went apartment shopping. The reason my license was out of my wallet was because I had to show my identification to tour every apartment model, and it was convenient if I had kept it in my pocket for easy access. So I evidently forgot that I left my driver's license in my pocket.

it's raining hard here. i see flashes of lightning every minute, hear loud thunder, and am thankful that NIPSCO's power system hasn't failed yet, hence I can still write in my live journal. I'm going to have a pretty important job of making sure the power system is reliable and backed up, so that when storms hit, or bad weather, customers will stay in service. reliability engineer ;)

oh I forgot to mention that the dog tried hiding under the computer desk. she gets so afraid of storms.

How to become an obnoxious internet cam whore in five easy steps.


thanks to nitroxide for posting this!!!

about my dad's smoking...

me: second hand smoke is like formaldehyde (feeble attempt to yet again try to convince him to stop smoking)
dad: did i pickle you?
me: there is rat poisen in your cigarette
dad: and i bet there is rat shit in there too as well (and he puffed some more)

at dinner, I was about to enjoy my fettuchini alfredo......

uncle den (family doctor): there is over 3000 cal in there, and do you know where it all goes to??? eh eh???
me: my boobs?
dad: no you don't need any more help there
uncle den: your asss, your waist!
me: I've lost my appetite...

also at the dinner table.............

johnny (old fart): there is this feller at mcdonalds who always orders one biscuit for breakfast everyday. he gets two butters, two honeys, and pours it on top, cuts the single biscuit into 12 pieces . well since mcdonalds is running a 2 for 1 special, this feller teamed up with another and got himself a sausage biscuit for breakfast now and gets it cheaper!