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I miss you

I’m sorry for the lack of posting. George is still sick and without a laptop, I am limited to my time on the internet. But I miss posting, because I love writing here. I hope everyone is having a spectacular week. In addition to not having much to say this week, next week is spring break, so we will see.

But I am going to Augusta on thursday for Mary Beth’s birthday!! And hopefully will be able to get George fixed on Friday. I really appreciate all the comments, comments mean a lot to me.

Updates on my life:
1. I am still praying for it to warm up.

2. I sprained my ankle walking at the botanical gardens on Sunday. I was walking briskly, trying to keep up with Molly and Ashley. But it is feeling better.

3. My awesome brother Travers came into town last Friday, as did my favorite friend Betsy, and we had a lot of fun.

4. I am getting really excited about the Masters. Less than a month, less than a month. I can’t wait, and I guess it is good that it has been cold because otherwise the flowers would be screwed up. It is so funny, this time of year, the Masters is all my friends from home and I can talk about it. Can’t breath, can’t breath, so excited.

5. I am unhappy with my hair and can’t decide if I should cut it before the Masters. I think I am going to, but I am frustrated.

6. Law school Prom was tons of fun. I had a blast. I felt pretty, and I felt like everyone else was beautiful. I love it when everyone gets all dressed up, the girl in me takes over. Overall, it was a success. Highlight of the night: my fur jacket. Lowpoint of night: Caleb stealing the bottle of crown for the bus ride home and Jay smoking the cigar in the bus.

I wish I had more right now, but I don’t. I love you all.

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Tragic Footnote

Today’s events were both distressing and upsetting. My laptop, George, died (and/or is in a coma from which he may never awake). Because I care deeply for George, I got in my car and drove to augusta in order to have my dad’s computer people fix George (I didn’t feel comfortable taking him to strangers).

About halfway to Augusta, a funny thing happened. My battery light appeared on my dash. This distressed me a bit because I thought I might need gas before I got home, but I didn’t want to turn my car off if the battery was dead. I figured I would rather run out of gas close to augusta than have the battery die.

Then my power steering went out. This is scary. It is very difficult to turn the wheel of an SUV without the power steering, although it is easier when you are moving, much harder at slower speeds. My level of distress rose a bit, what if I needed to swerve? A quick glance at my cell phone told me that I couldn’t call anyone without service, so I might as well keep driving.

It was about half an hour before I was able to talk to the car people, and by this time I was on the interstate. They asked me if my car was overheated – and I realized that the temperature was at the top of the gage. The car man told me to pull over immediately, so I pulled off at the next exit and into a truck stop. He said my fan belt was probably broken and that driving with a broken fan belt will ruin an engine. He offered to call me a tow truck.

While waiting for the tow truck and for my mom I sat in my car and read my owners manual for my car. I learned in my owners manual that if your car is overheated (as mine was) that you should pull over and get out of the car and move away from the car, because the fluids in the engine could catch on fire and the car might explode. So I went inside to see if the truck stop sold sugar babies.

Tomorrow we will find out if my car is ruined and if George is going to ever wake up from his long sleep. I love you all.

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Winter blues

I keep checking weather.com – like the ten day forecast is going to drastically change every hour. But I want it to change. I can’t handle all this cold. It is getting to me. I don’t like it. I’m not having fun anymore. I want it to warm up. It is March already, so it needs to warm up. I’ll write a letter.

Dear Arctic Blast,
It was good to see you over Christmas, we were glad that you could come and facilitate the holiday fire building and hot chocolate drinking. You really brought an essential element to the season, and I just wanted to thank you for your presence. It was also fun to have you around in January for the weekend, especially since young ice storm was able to come with you. You allowed me to spend some quality time with my couch (although tell ice storm to try to come in the middle of the week next time).

In addition to expressing my thanks, I would like to ask you to leave. It is nothing personal, I really do enjoy you at certain times. But every guest needs to know when they have worn out their welcome. As my mother would say, we all must learn when enough is enough. I mean, you weather systems just need to learn when one part of the country has had enough. We really didn’t appreciate what the hurricanes did this year – I mean I understand one good wallop, it happens most years, but four? I think there is a level of inconsiderateness in expecting us to put up with that kind of behavior. I understand that the yankee groundhog saw his shadow, but the georgia’s General Beauregard Lee did not see his shadow, so we would appreciate it if you would leave and go hang out up north.

We have come to terms with the long hot humid summer heat, we actually have kinda learned to love her in a masochistic kind of way. But I find it completely unacceptable for her to be followed by 4 hurricanes and then an ice storm, and now weeks of chilling frost in March. I don’t know what we are going to do about all of this, but I think you need to tell all your natural disaster friends that the east coast isn’t going to take the kind of abuse ya’ll throw at the west coast. Florida will not be washed into the ocean like California (although it would give georgia more coastline…).

In closing, I would like to reiterate the extent to which you, Arctic Blast, have overstayed your welcome. Since this is becoming a trend with you natural disasters I understand that you thought you could follow the lead of your peers. But this is not the case and we would all appreciate it if you would pack up and head on back to Canada.

See you in December –

Charlsie Paine

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The vending machine is now officially named Lance. For the obvious reasons.

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Deep thoughts

I get a daily inspirational email, it is normally Christian based, but not always, and it ranges from fictional excerpts to famous speeches. I received one the other day about being real and sincere, and I liked it because I have been thinking lately about being lovable and being sincere and being at ease with myself and with others. My whole life I have been trying to get control of my awkward tendencies, and I think I have a better grip on them now that I ever have had before, but at the same time I think something is lost with the loss of nerves and awkwardness. But it is all a mind game. I’ll tell you about my mind game with myself.

Tricks I use to not feel awkward in life.

1. In social situations I assume that everyone in the room is excited to see me and wants to talk to me. Most of the time if people don’t want to talk to you, you never really know it, so you might as well assume that they do want to talk to you. Especially if I don’t know people, if I am nervous about going in somewhere (because I definitely get nervous, paralyzing nervous) – before I go into the room or where ever, I take a deep breath and convince myself that everyone in the room wants to meet me and that everyone is going to like me once they do meet me. Now, as you can see by the title of my blog, I am overly optimistic, and I have an overly active imagination. Having control of my imagination is important, it is important for me to focus on the positive and imagine the best, or my imagination might run away with me in the other direction.

2. I try really hard to not react to the way people respond to me if it is negative. Most people are pretty self absorbed (I know I am), and because of this, people’s actions are much more heavily affected by the things going on in their life than they are by me. So if one of my friends is being abrasive or difficult or mean, it probably isn’t my fault. They probably aren’t mad at me. Of course, this isn’t always true, but with regards to the people in your life who you interact with on a regular basis but aren’t really close to, it is a pretty safe bet.

Sometimes I take this one too far, because I don’t react to much of anything. Especially with boys. Because most of the times when girls react they act crazy. And when I mean crazy, I mean jumping to conclusions, either by assuming a seriousness that isn’t really being implied, or by assuming a personal offense that was not intended. Because boys are stupid.

But overall I think with regards to reacting to people – less is more. It helps me stay in a more stable form emotionally. I’m sure this isn’t always good, but this is what I think today.

In the end I think there is something to be said for not being awkward, but it is also easy to end up being one of those people who are terribly intimidating because they seem to not be affected with the difficulties with which the rest of the world struggles. Maybe this doesn’t make sense.

Okay, I have to go do real work now, because I am going to fail out of school.

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It was snowing when I

It was snowing when I went outside this morning. It was partly cloudy, but with lots of sun, and snowing. Weird. I love that it was snowing, but I hate cold weather.

I am going to the Indigo Girls concert tonight at the 40 watt. I’ve never seen them before, and the 40 watt is really small, so it should be fun. I like going to concerts. I am going to try to go to more concerts.

Live music is cool. This summer I have a bunch of people I want to see. #1 being Dolly Parton. Dollywood, here I come.

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