And yet another entry today... yes, that's too many.  But this IS the Friday Five... 

1. What is your favorite vegetable?
Cabbage, carrots, lettuce, green beans, celery, turnip greens, wax beans... a lot, I guess. 
2. What is your favorite salad dressing, sauce, gravy, or condiment?
Ranch spray or salsa.  I kind of like ketchup, and that's about it.  I hate condiments, mostly. 
3. What is your favorite culture's food (American, Chinese, Creole, Indian, Italian, Mexican, Soul Food, Southern U.S., etc.)?
Ummm... that's a tough one, I don't like Chinese, Creole, Indian, Mexican, or most Soul Food.  I'm so freaking picky.  I guess I like Greek and Italian...?
4. What is your favorite beverage?
Diet Dr. Pepper, diet root beer, water, and coffee. 
5. What is your favorite food?
Ice cream. 

What is everyone's answer for 3 and 5?  Please tell. 

Believe it or not, I don't like to whine... but I'm going to do so right now.  The saga of ridiculousness continues.   

Had a little biking accident today- uneven Greencastle sidewalks will do this to you.  I basically landed on my knees, forearms, face, and left ear.  All of these are now covered in cuts and scrapes, especially my face, shoulders, chest, and ear.  Everything hurts, actually.  I had very little time to clean up before I had to go to my lab to print a bunch of stuff and revise a methods section, so I basically bled all over this shirt I was wearing, which happened to be my sister's... whoops.  The impact popped the little ball out of my earring (it was a cartilige piercing, so it was one of those hoops with the screw-in ball), too, so I need to go buy a new earring.  I think it ripped the hole bigger, because that's where most of the blood was coming from as I peeled myself off the sidewalk.  Some really nice lady was standing on her steps and she helped me clean up a little bit.  I need to remember to get her a thank you card.  When she went inside to get me a washcloth, I realized something was dripping onto my already-bloody knee, so I reached up and touched my ear... my hand was covered in blood.  So gross.  My face looks awful, my neck is also bad, and the whole area from the left shoulder to the right shoulder is also scraped significantly.  The skinned knee is the least of my concerns.  I still have blood in my hair, because I haven't had time to take a shower yet (yet I do have time to update LJ... don't call me out on it!), and I'm sure I look like somewhat of a monster. 

Neosporin, I guess?  And a lot of naproxin sodium... I wish I had time to sleep this off, but I have to be productive and meet with my professor tomorrow.  Damn it. 

Lesson learned- always be careful, even when you're already being careful. 

Dear DePauw: Sorry I hated you for so long.  I'm glad I stayed here.  I've enjoyed being in Greencaste (some of the days, anyway!) this summer.

Dear duckygirl : You're my best friend and I miss you!  I hope you're having fun in DC.  No one loves you quite like your sister.  Just remember that.

Dear Allergies: You're fine when I can actually take the medicine, but most days I can't take medicine, so screw you for making me look like I have pinkeye all the time.

Dear Wilco: I hope your CD is at my house when I get there on Friday.  

Dear You 1: I can't wait to see you!

Dear Storm Calendar: I could stare at your pictures all day.  Yes indeedy.  And I just might end up doing that.

Dear Keuka Lake: It will happen someday.    

Dear Diet Dr. Pepper: Just not enough words can express my love for you.  Deeper than the ocean... an ocean full of you... Oh. My. Goodness. Yes.

Dear You 2: True colors always have a way of showing through. 

Dear Truck: I'm sorry about the gum on the door.  I'll be cleaning it off soon. 

Dear My Morning Jacket: You have brought me much joy this week. 

Dear Paper: I'll be seeing you soon... like, tomorrow. 

Good night.

Pick Your Artist
Incubus, because I'm going to see them in about 2 weeks

Are you a male or female?
Southern Girl

Describe yourself:
A Crow Left of the Murder

How do you feel:
Just A Phase

Describe where you currently live:
Sad Sick Little World (metaphorical, not Greencastle or Indy!  Ha)

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Psychopsilocybin (you think I'm kidding...?)

Your favourite form of transportation:
Drive

Your best friend is:
I Miss You

Your favorite color is:
A Certain Shade of Green (okay, so I like pink and blue a little more, but I love green, and that just worked too well)

What's the weather like:
Under My Umbrella

Favorite time of the year:
Summer Romance

If your life was a tv show, what would it be called:
Made for TV Movie or Talk Shows on Mute

What is life to you:
Anna Molly

Your current relationship:
Make Yourself

Looking for:
Redefine

Have:
New Skin, thanks to Accutane... haha

Wouldn’t mind:
The Warmth

Your fear:
Nowhere Fast

What is the best advice you have to give:
Are You In?

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Echo (as in, echo my current name... I wouldn't change it!)

Thought for the Day:
Warning

How you would like to die:
Here in My Room or A Kiss to Send Us Off

Your soul's present condition:
Quicksand

Your motto:
Dig

Jeez oh Pete that was fun. 

Happy birthday actualizedreams !

What did I do today?  Oh you know, just fired a couple rounds with about 20 strangers in Ohio.
They were friends of a friend of my friend's family.  Random.  I'm not a good shooter, but at least I now know how to do it if I ever need to do so for some odd reason.  


And the friends.  



For the record, that's Drew, Mason (without the dreads now), John B., and Julia.   

Last night Kati and I were going to CVS in the Chapel Hill shopping center.  I opened up the car door and grabbed it right as it bumped into the space above the front left wheel of the truck in the space next to me.  Literally, it bumped it.  I realized the owner of the truck was sitting in the truck and was giving me a horrible stare.  Not a look, a STARE.  I apologized profusely with hand signals- you know the drill- and mouthed "I'm sorry!"  He opened up his car door and got out.  Uh oh.  He didn't say a word, just reached over and rubbed the space where he thought the car door had hit.  Unluckily for me, there was a tiny, tiny scratch there.  Now, I'm not saying it was tiny to prove any innocence.  I hit the space, yes, but honestly, it was a TINY scratch.  And his truck was old, black, slightly beat up, and had other scratches.  Anyway, he took my car door, moved it to where it would have hit his car, just to "check" and make sure that was where the scratch was, and then said to me, "I'm going to need your information." 

I was kind of stunned.  First of all, for what?  That "scratch?"  And what was he going to DO with my information?  File an INSURANCE CLAIM for THAT?  It was nighttime, he was creepy-looking, and I didn't want to give him my information.  I turned to Kati and whispered, "what the hell?"  I said to him, "Why?"  He said, "You scratched my car." 

Time for some quick thoughts.  Kati said to give him a fake name and we'd just drive off.  However, we thought about that and realized he'd just get our plate number and that wouldn't be good.  So, she called my mom on the phone while I told "Adam" (he was wearing a shirt with his name stitched on the front) that I didn't have my information on me.  I did, of course, but I didn't want him to have all that information that's on my driver's license.  I said, "yeah, I don't have my license, since she's (Kati) the one driving."  He sneered, "Well, I'm going to need to see some ID."  Whatever.  Kati told me my mom was on the way over, and she had said to go ahead and call the police while we waited.  I gave Adam my DePauw ID.  He copied down my name and whatever else is on that (class of 2010?) while Kati called the cops.  He handed back the ID and said, "Yeah, I'm gonna need more than that."  Kati leaned over and said, "No, actually, we called the cops, and they're going to come take care of this with us."  He got back into his truck, closed the door, and we rolled up the windows.  

My mom showed up, horribly livid (not at us, at him.)  We managed to cool her off a little and she stood by the car, glaring over at Adam.  At one point, he got out of his truck and went into the laundromat (ha!) and my mom got his license plate number.  FINALLY the cop showed up, after us having to make a few more phone calls and watching about 3 cop cars drive by without stopping.    

The cop listened to the situation, mostly from my point of view, and Adam started acting all "buddy-buddy" with the cop, who just kind of ignored him.  He looked at Adam and said, "and why did you need their information?  Were you actually going to file insurance for that?"  Adam said, "Aww, no way man, no, no, I just wanted their information because this might cost me a little bit to cover it up, you know, blah blah blah..."  The cop shook his head, disgusted, and said, "Yeahhhh... we're just going to solve this right now."  He went over to his trunk, brought out this black paint stuff, and rubbed it over the scratch.  He looked at Kati and me and asked, "Everything okay, then?"  I said it was, and thanked him.  Adam got back into his truck and we all went our own ways. 

Just goes to show, people shouldn't assume they can take advantage of two young girls just because they're young and girls.  I'm not stupid.  I know I didn't "damage" his car.  I know that he was a total creep, and he gave me the willies.  I wasn't going to let him be like that.  What an idiot.  It surprised me, though, how strong I was about it.  I didn't get upset- I didn't cry, I didn't even feel mad- I just knew that he was doing the wrong thing, and I wasn't going to let him get away with it.  When the lady on the police dispatcher was giving Kati the run-around (she tried to make it seem like we were just being silly and would just have to deal with it ourselves, and that he wasn't a creep), I almost took the phone from her and was ready to tell this woman that she could not properly judge the situation and that yes, we needed police assistance, and that this guy made me feel threatened, and that she needed to send someone.  I wasn't going to be mean about it, but I wasn't going to let her think that we were just being babies.  I don't know where that "Strength" came from, but it was surprisingly empowering. 

It's 8:30 pm and I'm at IUPUI, entering data.  Now my professor doesn't need me to come back to DePauw on Monday after all, so I'm going to stay in Indy until Tuesday night and keep working on my own and probably write up the methods section of my paper.  Mason called me earlier and invited me to go up to Drew's lake house in Fort Wayne tomorrow, and Drew didn't care, so I'm going to do that. 

And to end this fun little entry, here's the Friday Five.

 

1. Whoops, I cut out Q1.  Looks like it's going to be the Friday Four, because I'm too lazy to go back for it.
2. How do you feel about our American Flag's design?  It's fine, I suppose?
• What pets have you had? 4 dogs (Jack, Lucy, Togo, Scooter), 2 rats (Joe, Gary), 4 birds (Callie, Gwenna, Andy, and Cindy), 4 guinea pigs (Scarlett, Daisy, Cinnamon, and Luann), and 8 gerbils (Poppy, Peanut, Happy, Zippy, Whiskers, Lawrence, Dominic, and Cuddles).  The dogs were family pets, and Gwenna and Dominic were Kati's, but the rest have been mine.  So I guess I have had 16 pets?   
• What was the last activity you wore a wristband for? Wow... good question.  Maybe Cancun?
• What song changed your life? Something by the Foo Fighters.

So, I was all set and packed to come back to Greencastle tonight, because my professor was coming back from Europe today and we were going to start analyzing data tomorrow. She just called me and said her flight has, of course, been significantly delayed and she won't be back until late tomorrow. Then, she didn't want to do research on Friday because it's the 4th of July weekend, so she told me I was going to have Friday off anyway, leaving just Thursday for research. She decided that we're just going to meet in Plainfield on Thursday so I don't have to drive back and forth for one day of research. She's kind of my hero at the moment.

I got Joe a friend today.  His name is Gary, named in honor of MJ's birthplace. 

Also, a very good friend of the family died today of cardiac arrest.  She was my parents' age, but still...
If this week could just end, that would be great!

Happy birthday onelife_left !  Thank you for being a great LJ friend all these years!

Make fun of me all you want, I don't care- I am seriously very upset about Michael Jackson's passing.  My dad called me today to tell me this, because he gets information pretty quick since he works at a news station.  Poor guy has had to break a lot of bad information to us through the years.  Anyway, he left me a message and when I heard it, I was heartbroken.  I loved Michael Jackson as a kid, and the Jackson 5's greatest hits was my first own CD, bought for me by my dad when I was in 4th grade.  We visited Motown when I was 9, and I loved seeing all the stuff about him and his family.  As I got older, I got more into his solo stuff and Kati got me his greatest hits CD for my 13th birthday. 

Regardless of the things he may or may not have done, I always thought he had a beautiful soul, and that he really understood humanity and had a certain compassion for people. 

And on top of Kelsey's funeral being today, this has made this week very weird. 

In other news, I went to Chicago yesterday and saw 4 campuses.  It was actually only 3 schools; however, Loyola has 2 campuses and I visited both.  I also went to U of Illinois Chicago and University of Chicago.  I had time to stop at the Hershey's flagship store and the Ghiradelli flagship store, and Victoria's Secret.  I drove a LOT. 

I'm off to watch the news or something now.  Blah.

Okay, anonymous comment, question, or whatever. 
DO IT.  I mean it. 
IP logging is off, as always, so no worries about tracing.  I'm not that smart anyway. 

This week has got to start improving or SOMETHING. 

I wish there was still the Rodent's Revenge game around without having to download it. 

Ok, GO.

But in better news, meet Joe. 

I will miss you, Kelsey. 

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Time for a "real" update. 

I babysat yesterday- had a lot of fun with the kids, actually, and the long day went by pretty quickly.  The younger one slept a long time and didn't even cry when I put her down for her nap, even though her mom said she would probably cry for about half an hour.  I was very proud of myself- probably the best thing I'll do all week.  The older girl is about 3 1/2, and really, really smart.  We played outside for the whole time and she told me all kinds of things, like that The Big Bad Wolf needs to go to jail, and that her grandpa drinks "grown-up drinks" (I told her parents this later, and they laughed and said that he drinks Coke, but they were going to mention that to him because it was so funny.)  We watched birds and played "airplane and helicopter" (I got to be the helicopter!) and later when her sister woke up, we all played picnic and a thousand other things on the playground. 

Today being Father's Day, I took my mom and dad to Dairy Queen.  It was "too cold" inside, as my mom decided, so we sat in the truck bed and watched people go in and out of the store.  An old man ordered a Buster Bar and I figured he'd been ordering those for the last 80 years.  Little trivia note- DQ turns 80 the day before I turn 21.   

In other news, I started my APA paper today.  Whoo. 

Happy Father's Day to the one who I call Dad-

6 years ago. 

"The Hut?"  Really?  That sounds like something that someone would have called it to try to sound cool but failed- "Hey guys, I'm going to 'The Hut,' want me to bring ya back a slice or two of 'za?"  Pizza Hut is catering too much to everyone's internal obnoxious 20-something male.   

articles.moneycentral.msn.com/Investing/Extra/pizza-hut-changes-its-name.aspx

Another quiz while I'm waiting for stuff to download.

Secrets About Yourself, be HONEST.  (OMG I'M SO SCARED...)
( Because Andrew loves my quizzes so much. )