Entry Fifty-One

It has been far too long. I admit that I like the evenness of the number 50 and didn't want to move onto 51.

Also, I have been planning a Bus Stories post but I can't seem to get the formatting right. It's frustrating that Word formatting does not match Blogger formatting. What can I do?

Try again, right?

Here I go.

Doesn't work. I am going to have to try to find a better way. Thats why whenever I usually post a section of story I do it directly on the blog.

I hate Microsoft Word.

It makes me sad.

Entry Fifty

I wanted entry fifty to be something special. Halfway to 100, you know.

The intention was to post what I have of my new and improved version of Bus Stories.

There has been no time. And the days between entry 49 and this one are already too many.

It's making me anxious.

Mostly formatting got in the way. Stupid Microsoft word and blogger not wanting to work together.

I almost went off on a fellow employee tonight. Not a pleasant thing.

The worst part was, 15 minutes later she apologized for getting angry at me and I felt really bad.

I told her I was PMS-ing, which was true, and that I was really sorry...which was only partially true.

Mostly I just wanted to be mad at her. Does that make me a horrible person?

I think it does.

I'm just glad to be home. Even if I have way too much homework to worry about.

speaking of about, it's about time I got to sleeping. I have a lot to catch up on tomorrow.

*sigh* I am soooo glad that am getting the hard stuff out of the way this semester so that my last one wont be so miserable.

"Time to die Crowe"

Name that movie. Me and Kirsti did yesterday.

Sometimes I hate myself for being so annoyed by people.

Especially my family.

Entry Fourty-Nine

Oh, the anticipation. I can barely take it.

I have been in the 40's too long.

About time to move from Hitler to Elvis.

"This perfume that I mixed myself"

Sounds like one of those stories that gets put in books filled with compilations of inspirational anecdotes.

It's actually kind of an interesting story, but I think that this woman was a little messed up when she was 16.

I think I was a little weird then too. But at least I mostly had my head on straight when it came to love. Maybe not. That was 5 years ago.

Who wants to tell me a story? I would have to record you. Well, maybe not. But that would be best. I think any old interesting story would work.

Still sick=still wanting to sleep all the time. I got 2.5 hours today and I am actually tired right now. It's only 10:35!

I think that entry 50 will have to be some good time fun writing. I mean a little addition to my current story that I actually think might go somewhere.

Dang. Every time I say that, it goes nowhere.

Which is where I am going right now.

Or...to bed, actually. Not nowhere.

Dreams. I can't wait.

3...2...1...

Zero.

Entry Fourty-Eight

only two more to go!

I am getting sick again. Not the stomach kind of sick like last time. The kind where you can feel it creeping up on you in the back of your throat.

I have taken on more than I need to with Icthyology. Well, to be accurate, I haven't decided if that is for sure my plan. I just think that in this class I would get a better grade if I turned in something myself. At least a better grade than if I worked with a group that may not want to do as much work as I do. So I am going to talk to my professor about doing a solo project (it was an idea that he suggested to those of us with a little more motivation.) Perhaps this will encourage me to learn more about fish.

My lip hurts.

I need to stop biting my lips. Its not like it keeps me from biting my nails.

I made my blueberry tea a little strong tonight.

Everything is set and ready to go for tomorrow.

I hate Wednesdays.

Alright. I bring this unnecessary entry (#48) to a close.

Merry day-after-groundhog-day to all, and to all a goodnight!

Entry Fourty-Seven

"The most explosive season of 24 is up next."

We'll see. I reserve judgment on that.

Hey! A fragment of code!

No, your FACE needs to open a new socket. That brings back memories.

I wonder where this season is really going. I wish I could say that there is much I find riveting.

Maybe it really is because I am used to watching season after they come out and not one episode at a time with a whole week in between. Hm.

Naw, I'm pretty sure that seasons 1, 3, and 5 were pretty good. I don't remember 4 very well. Maybe this follows a pattern and this season will get significantly better.

That same dang code fragment. There it is again. Hmmmmm. (pretends to think dramatically). I wonder if that means something.

Mmmmmm.....pesticide.

It's not responding. What does that remind me of? Maybe Star Trek?

Speaking of that, who else is REALLY EXCITED for the new movie?

I really wish I had time to get into Fringe. I wonder if it will be a short lived show and it will be easy to catch up.

I am really sick of the White House constantly recapping everything that has already been recapped. I don't think they would talk like that. It also seems like they are getting nothing done.

Oh, yeah. Sure. You are going to find Dubaku and the CIP device right in time to stop all the pesticide from being released.

I love tiny cameras.

Less than 10 minutes? What will we do with the reat of the show? I also agree with Dave. Can't they just manually stop the tank?

Oh, manually release some of the pressure. Isn't it a safety hazard NOT to be able to shut it down manually?

Aw, he is willing to sacrifice himself. Good man. And now we have the first noble death.

I love how the characters love to state the obvious.

Oh! Thats how they are going to extend it. Everything is pretty and nice until they find a new location to run their opperation.

GO BILL!!!

And Rene. I think she is growing on me.

Somebody find and stop Dubaku!!!!

Of course not.

But they do have the destroyed CIP device. At least thats something.

"Theres an ap. for that." "ap" should be added to the dictionary.

EW! That commercial was dumb. And that Bacon Cheddar Melt makes me puke.

Aw, they still have the one man from the beginning. I guess he can make a whole NEW CIP device.

A bob is gonna go off. That was obvious.

And...he just walks out.

You're gonna have to give up the "find the device, find Dubaku" plan.

Dr. Quinn! There you are!

New target, First Gentleman Taylor! I kinda wish he had just killed him. Ha! Dave agrees.

Tony should get shot in the neck again!

Whats the twist for this weel? Dubaku has a crappy apartment. And, and, AND he has a girlfriend! How much of a person is this evil terrorist? I can barely believe it...

NEXT WEEK: Jack Bauer: "you can trust me". -yes you can.

Thats all folks. This has been my monthly 24 blog update. Tune in next time for what happens 4 episodes from now!

Um, did that McDonalds commercial have Carrots in their "we use fresh ingreients in our burgers" commercials? I really hope I never eat a carrot on my burger. Of course I will never eat McDonalds food again.

Entry Fourty-Six

Uh-oh, I'm getting excited for entry 50!!! After this we're only four away!

I guess I'm in the computer lab writing on my blog. But that's just a guess.

"Autosave failed." Sad.

I really should be reading the intro to The Caterbury Tales. The thing is, I started it last night and got really close to ripping my eyeballs out with my bare hands. Sorry to be graphic, but geez. That Olde Elish ure pac a whump. (translated to "That old english sure packs a whallop).

I swear, thats what old english is like. Add vowls where they shouldn't be, delete letters, have a word that only veguly resembles the word that is translates to, etc. It's pretty mind numbing. No wonder you can take old english as a foreign language at some universities.

I think it is about time I stopped.

I've got 50 minutes to get as much Chaucer read as possible before going to the class that makes me want to cry (AKA Icthyology. Acording to dad it should be the study of gross religons. He's not too far off the way people worship fish these days.)

"Ther was also a Nonne, a Prioresse, That of hir smiling was ful simple and coy."

I think that could also be read..."There was also a nun, a Prioress, that had a a simple and coy smile." Now was that so hard? Also, Chaucer tends to go on and on where he doesn't need to.

I'll get over it.

No, really. Time to go.

I wonder what will happen at 50?

Only 4 left.