luck?

So a dear friend, Ronnie, came back today from Iraq. Alive and well.
Another friend told me I must be a good luck charm or something because all of my family and friends who go off to war all come back unscathed.

It's that, a tendency to only make friends/be related to people who try their darndest to make it out alive and succeed or a tendency to only make friends who are lucky themselves.

Whatever it is, it would be pretty awesome to mass-produce it.

wtf?

So, I work at this library, and I found this book we have called "Pop-up Books" and I'm like "awesome!" So I open it up all excited, and bam! No pop-ups, simply a book about how to make pop-up books. Who makes a book about pop-up books with no pop-ups in it?!

lame.

time

Funny thing about time.

It's just a concept, but we can save, waste and loose it.

say what?

So, I'm in this class and she's going over the introduction to linguistics in a 300-level linguistics class and I feel like I've done all this before and I'm really very bored.

I'm thinking of how she's using language to lecture for a linguistics class and it's kind of cool and I wonder how someone who speaks a different language would teach the class, but I guess that doesn't matter because I don't know enough of another language to be able to understand the possible difference.

So now she's talking about the text-message/webernets language and how our generation has pretty much invented a new language. That's pretty awesome, I think. But I wouldn't really call it a new language, but maybe a new dialect of the world-not just English because I know this kid who's Japanese but can "lolomg" with the best of them-because it's not that they're new words, just really abbreviations of old ones.

I'm rambling and I wonder what the professor would have to say about rambling?

...

This is the break in the bend, this is the closest of calls, this is the rise and the fall, this is the change.


or something like that.

maybe.



Did you know you can make posts in Hebrew?

where would I go even if I could go home?

I'm starting to have mixed feelings about moving. Part of me is excited about starting over (again) and getting on with what is considered to be the 'adult life,' and going back home-or as close as I can get to it-I used to hold out hope that I could, but for me at least, it's true that you really can't go home again.
But the other part is nervous and maybe-even though this might be the only place I'd admit to it- scared about the same things. Just picking up and moving across the country isn't as easy as I remember it to be-even if I'm going back to a familiar landscape.
I've never been that fantastic about making friends, so when I find people who are willing to put with me, I kind of like to keep them. Those people have been few and I know from experience that it's a lot easier to keep friends when you can see them every day. I've lost contact with a lot of really awesome people simply because of distance and travel limitations. Even with the space the internet allows you cover within seconds, it's still very easy to simply not reply to messages and forget about people.

All I can really do is prepare for the life of the quintessential lonely journalist and hope that the good, old-fashioned midwestern hospitality is still in affect.

Pearl wants her rent!