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(5 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) Greetings from Sierra Vista [19 Jun 2006|09:05pm] [ mood | accomplished ] Hello all. I must start out with my most abject apologies to my dear friend Taylor. It was absolutely horrible of me to mispell your name in my last entry. I promised you a formal apology, and this is it. I would promise to never offend you in this way again...but I'm rather absentminded, and I think we both know that no such promise is possible. Thus endeth my apology to Taylor. (note not Tayor) Well, I've finished my first day of work. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, so that's good. My uncle is an actuary, so all this crazy tax law is involved in his work. If you know me well, you know that the economy and myself are not the best of friends. So yes, he would say things about different regulations and taxes that kind of went over my head. This doesn't keep me from following directions though, and that's pretty much all I have to do at this point. I type, stuff envelopes, input data...that does not really require an understanding of what all the numbers mean. So yes, that is my life. There are cats here...one is currently starring at me. His name is Radar. I learned from him today that 14 pound cats cannot sit on printer trays with any kind of positive result. The tray broke and then my aunt and I spent a good long while trying to put it back together. We did most of it, and when my uncle got home he got a left over piece to fit in. Unfortunately we still have one piece left that doesn't seem to have a place to be. Anyway, the printer seems to be working, so hopefully it was superfluous anyway (much like the appendix). I did feel rather accomplished getting the printer as close to normal as we did...quite the feat. Ok, that's all for now. We all need to hang out before we head off to our separate places. :-)

(3 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) [14 Jun 2006|10:45pm] So, I was getting caught up on other people's livejoural entries, and I realized I haven't written in mine forever...yet again. I was about to start this entry when I was hit with an overwhelming wave of apathy. Tayor suggested I start with that fact and fight through the apathy, so that is exactly what I'm doing. I don't have the most eventful life nowadays, but it's about to get more exciting. On Sunday I leave to go work for my uncle. He lives in Sierra Vista, which is about 5 miles from the Mexican border. Not exactly the most exciting town in the world...or even close to it, but I'll learn a little bit about his business and decide if I want to go in that direction. However, I choose not to think about that right now...I'm not one for the decision making. Anyway, it'll be nice to get out of the house for a while. In far more exciting news, I'm going to Russia in the middle of July. My sister is working in Moscow now, so my aunt and uncle (same from above) are taking me to visit her. It's kind of a horrifying ordeal really because I know only a few words of Russian, and they know none. We'll have my sister to help, but not during the day, so that kinda sucks. Anyway, hopefully nothing horrific will happen like being thrown in a Russian prison for the rest of my life...that would suck. So yes, that pretty much covers the events of my summer. Calls would be appreciated during the end of June as I'll probably need to occupy myself somehow. You won't be able to reach me for the 12 days in Russia though, so that'll be sad. :-( Anyway, that is where I'll be if you were wondering..then it's off to Notre Dame yay. Alright, I'm sure you were sufficiently bored by that if you took the time to read it, but know that I was sufficiently bored in writing it as well, so it's all even. :-)

(4 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) We won state!!! [04 Dec 2005|06:48am] [ mood | excited ] Alright, I know it has been about a million years since I last posted anything. There are three reasons I am doing so now: 1. We won state!!! That was the most awesome game ever...a perfect end for our last game as seniors. I hope you were all there, it was an amazing night. 2. I am done with college applications! And by done, I mean almost done, but whatever. I have finished all of my essential stuff for the time being. Apart from Barrett's Honors College, I have nothing else to really do. It's amazing stuff, and suddenly I have actual time to post. Granted, I should be reading Crime & Punishment with this free time, but I quite simply don't care at all. 3. I heard a creepy, creepy story. I will now share it with you. There was a man. The man had 100 cats in his house. 3 of the cats were alive. 97 of the cats were dead... in separate ziplock bags... in a freezer... that didn't work... Ew. Yes, this man is in fact a real person that my father saw on the news. I felt a story like this needed to be shared with the world. And that is all I have for you right now. Hopefully I will post again soon, but you all know me...it doesn't seem likely. Adieu

(4 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) So Billy Bob Thorton... [30 Jul 2005|06:22pm] [ mood | peaceful ] As promised, I will now tell you my dream with Billy Bob Thorton in it. Before I begin, let me just say that I despise the man, and the fact that his name is Billy Bob is only the start of it. I really wonder what Angelina Jolie was thinking with that...proof I believe that you can unknowingly be drugged for an extended period of time. Anyway, back to the dream. It all started in my elementary school gym where there were a bunch of children playing basketball. JoEllen was there and informed me that she decided to join the basketball team, and I told her she was crazy. She then went on to inform me that she didn't want to join alone, so she signed me up as well. Well, then I was really pissed and proceeded to yell at her about how much I hated the coach, etc. And why did I hate the coach? Because he was none other than Billy Bob Thorton...and he wouldn't let me quit the team. Well, I proceeded to be very upset about that, and then Mrs. T showed up to guide us out of the gym. The guding was actually necessary because all of the basketball playing children were running a muck and had to be dodged. So then, we were with a bunch of band people and Mrs. T led us to her classroom. Now, the school still looked like my elementary school but was actually Red Mountain (I don't know why we were there). So as we walk to her room, we run into Matt Feller. He says hello to Mrs. T and calls her by her first name...not Julie, but some weird E name like Eleutheria or something. So yes, we all proceed to sit outside her class room and have lunch. Then (and this is a recently remembered portion of the dream), someone in a white truck drove up and was blaring rap music. At this point I'm pretty sure Mr. Olson got out of the car to the shock and horror of the entire group. We asked Mrs. T why he was doing that, and she said he was preparing for festival. So yes, that was my dream and is definitely up for interpretation as always...becasue seriously, some of that stuff was screwed up. Oh yeah, and a side note to great bookies: Why is our booklist for english different than the regular AP people? We're all in the same class... We're not supposed to buy both booklists or something like that are we? Let me know your thoughts on the subject. -Renae

(3 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) [28 Jul 2005|10:37pm] [ mood | exhausted ] Well, it has been quite an eventful day...first of all, I actually left the house today, which was quite an event. I went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with David. Now, if you know me well (and I imagine you do if you're reading this), then you know how vehemently I despise the first movie. However, while trippy (as the movie surely was) this version was actually very, very funny. It was much darker and more like the book which I liked, and Johnny Depp was hilarious...so yes, I advise you to see it. Anyway after I got home from the movie, I discovered that my cell phone was missing. I couldn't find it anywhere, so we decided to return and look at the theater. It was unfortunately not there...however, my mother did find it on the floor of my house. So yes, I felt like an idiot, but my phone is safely in my possession so that's a good thing. Then of course there is my sister. She was supposed to come home this weekend from her internship, but she decided she didn't want to leave. So yes, we ended up canceling a trip to disneyland and stuff. I'm happy for her that she's getting to stay, but yes, it's kind of screwed things up here and I'm not exactly happy about that. In other news, I'm addicted to caffeine. I didn't really realize that until this morning, and it was kind of screwed up. So I went to Pennsylvania at the beginning of the month, and the drink of choice there is coke, so I had about one a day. Then we went to Las Vegas, and I had at least one or two mountain dews or cokes every day. I came home the other day and haven't had caffeine since. So yes, this afternoon I look down at my hands and they are trembling uncontrollably. Seriously...it was screwed up. David knows, he saw...I looked like an alcoholic or something. So yes, I think I need to remedy this problem somehow. Otherwise, the Xavier people will think I'm on drugs or I'll lose all my money at Starbucks every day. Either way, not so good. So yes, with that I depart. Not my usual kind of post, but I'm too tired to write anything more. Soon I will tell you of my dream that involved Billy Bob Thorton. I'm sure you shall await this with great eagerness. Until then, farewell.

(2 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) I'm so screwed up! [20 Jun 2005|11:39pm] [ mood | awake ] Well, I have no interesting dreams to report. This is mostly because I simply don't sleep anymore. Actually, that's not quite true...I sleep, but only during the day. That's right my friends, I have officially become nocturnal. I'm not kidding or exaggerating, not even a little bit. I am awake for virtually all of the night. It all started when I was sleeping all the time, recooperating from the glorious life I enjoy at Xavier. Well, I suppose if we want to be technical about it, it all started 3 years ago when I decided to attend the horrible place, but I guess that's irrelevant now. Anyway, with all the sleeping I was doing to catch up and de-stress, I severely screwed up my sleeping schedule. Then with the addition of the best book series I've ever read, (thank you Taylor) I suddenly had the motivation to stay up at night. One thing led to another and now I find it impossible to sleep at night. For example, after waking up around noon yesterday, I didn't get to sleep again until 10:00 this morning. I literally had breakfast before I went to bed...simply because there wasn't anything else to do. I don't even know what to do with myself. I've tried to stay up until the next night to get back on track, but my head always starts hurting and it doesn't seem worth it to stay awake. The moral of the story is this: I'm so screwed up!!! So if you ever find yourself awake with nothing to do very late at night (or early in the morning depending on your point of view), please please give me a call. I am very serious about that...chances are I will in fact be awake and bored. So, with that I go...to remain awake...forever. Adieu.

(8 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) The perfect oreo [30 May 2005|07:39pm] [ mood | impressed ] Well, as promised I had another disturbing dream. This time a man was trying to break into my grandparent's house, and my grandmother and I were trying to keep him out. However, my stupid dream family kept opening doors and not listening to me, so the guy kept getting in and trying to kill us. Yeah...it was not exactly fun. This was at 4:30 in the morning, and I couldn't really get to sleep after that so I tried to watch TV. The only thing I could find was this movie about a psycho killer man. He was a paraplegic who drove his car with these pole things and rammed people. Also if he didn't kill them, he would stalk them later and then ram them again until they died. It was thorougly disturbing... In happier news, I had the perfect oreo today. I'm talking the perfect oreo. I opened it up, and the frosting came off perfectly on one side, which is a victory in and of itself. Now usually the frosting comes only in the center and not all the way to the edge of the oreo. However, to my further shock and wonder, the frosting covered the entirety of the cookie in a perfect circle. It was so beautiful, I didn't even want to eat it. Needless to say, it was clearly the highlight of my day. I leave you with this happy anecdote. :-)

(7 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) Ah, it's finally done [26 May 2005|10:10pm] [ mood | accomplished ] Hello, all. I have returned to my life from that hellish place called Xavier. It is finally done, and it almost brings a tear to my eye. My last two days have been spent sleeping, so now I feel that I can finally return to my livejournal writing. Granted, I will probably give up on this very shortly...but as always, that's to be expected. I can never think of anything to say whenever I sit down to write...hence my not writing in a million years, but then I decided when I have nothing to say, to tell you one of my latest weird dreams. As many of you know, recently I have had quite unusual dreams from Matt Veck carrying me around to me beating up Fred (that one was quite funny I must say). So yes, I have decided to use my journal as sort of a dream log...just to give me something to say that you will hopefully find entertaining. Last night I dreamt that it was the last day of school. I was waiting for Joe to pick me up. He pulled into the driveway but then immediately left. I didn't really know what to do with that, so I was going to have my mother take me, but she dropped me off just around the corner from our house. Not very helpful to Dream Renae. Then, these 3 creepy guys showed up and were following me around. I told them to "Get the fuck away"...yeah, apparently Dream Renae has a lot of rage. So I ran away from them and into Joe who was just walking down the road dressed like a WWII pilot with Gabby who was wearing a heavy coat, scarf, and ear muffs. Then, I woke up. Well, that is my dream...it is certainly up to interpretation if anyone has a guess, but I feel it, as most of my dreams are, is too random to have any real meaning. So yes, I leave you with that randomness until my next weird dream, which I'm sure will come soon.

(8 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) [01 Mar 2005|09:56pm] [ mood | crazy ] Hello, all. Sorry that it has been so long, but really you could not have expected better. This week is rather horrible in nature...it would seem the universe is against me. I should really be writing papers, reading, and studying for multiple tests, but yes...I'm just too far gone to care about it now. Nothing can be done for me. So yes, my confirmation retreat was this weekend. It was actually rather bad at first...didn't know a lot of people, felt rather out of place. I actually found friends toward the end, so that made it far better. The highlight of the trip, I must say was the duct taping activity. (Oh yes, I know you wait with baited breath) We had a competition in which they had the smaller people (ie. me) stand on a chair against the wall. They proceeded to duct tape us and pull the chair away to see if we would stay. I proudly tell you that my team won said competition, as I could not even pull myself off of the wall given the large quantity of tape (it did not smell pleasant). They took me down but had to catch me as they had taped my legs together. One of the more interesting activities I've participated in I must say. I haven't much more to say, and I am quite pressed for time. I will tell you however a few thoughts that I have been pondering today: First, February is screwed up in its spelling and missing days every now an then. There's really no logic going on there. (supid Caesar) Second, there is something distinctly wrong with "dog years." (enough said) Finally, has anyone ever noticed that there is no one word for the past tense of braking in a car (as in stepping on the brake pedal)? It's not braked, it's not broke...I don't know, just wondering. Please share your thoughts if you have insight. And with that I leave you with one piece of wisdom given to me by a teacher: "If you can't win, don't even bother trying." Words to live by I must say.

(6 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) [25 Jan 2005|09:22pm] Howdy, folks. Alright, people have been complaining, and I would quite frankly rather throw myself down the stairs than do homework right now. As this is far less detrimental to my health, and ya know the parents will freak out less, I think we'll go with updating. So yes, here I am with nothing to say as usual. Regional auditions are this Saturday...muy muy early in the morning. That brings much sadness to me...not all is happy in the land of Renae. I hate all competitions like this. Think about it, it's someone sitting there, just waiting for you to make a mistake. That's all they're doing...all they are thinking about. There is something very cruel about the entire situation. Take spelling bees. They are the ultimate example of the horror of competitions. They tell you to spell a word. Sure, they start out as normal words, but then they come up with crap that they've never even heard of before. Now tell me friends, when in life am I going to have to spell a word off the top of my head without repeating myself or without the ability to write it down or look it up. The whole practice is idiotic and useless. And there are the judges...just sitting there, waiting for you to break under the pressure of the silent auditorium or their evil glares (because of course they pretend to not want to be there, even though they are really all on massive power trips). I find there to be some sort of mockery in the inevitability of all but one person publicly screwing up, followed by a walk of shame off the stage. And all of it because you didn't know there was a silent p in the random 20-letter word that no one has heard of before. (and also the judge probably mispronounced it because judges suck like that) Ok, that's enough for my rant. The moral of the story is that spelling bees and their judges suck. With all the mothers out their who freak out about their children being scarred by hearing tequila or the striper, there should be at least a couple against something as harmful as this. Those are my thoughts.

(4 pleasantries | regale me with pleasantries) [05 Jan 2005|07:02pm] [ mood | cheerful ] Hello, all. Well, I finally got a livejournal (and by that I mean that Taylor made me one and told me to write something). Unfortunately, I have nothing to say...not that this is anything unusual, as my blog has had a post about smurfs for like a million years now. Anyway, I do actually plan on posting on this, so ya know, that will probably last for like a week. Anyway, I'll start off explaining my icon. That, my friends, is David the Gnome...the best gnome ever and my favorite television show when I was little. Isn't it weird what we do and do not have in common from our childhoods? (and of course I mean this from the prospective of television because...well, what else would I be talking about?) For example, there are few people who haven't seen Sesame Street. I suppose this is not that surprising...Sesame Street was a very big thing. What about the random, low-quality stuff though? The best example of this of course would be the claymation Rudolph and the Island of Misfit Toys movie. I know very few people who haven't seen it, and I think we can all admit, no matter how much we liked Hermie the Elf...that movie was pretty screwed up. My question: how did a movie like that become so popular and yet most of you haven't heard of David the Gnome...one of the greatest characters of our time (or any other for that matter). Quite badass if I do say so myself. Alright, that's all I have to say about gnomes and childhood and their relation to one another. I'm off to not do my homework now.

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