Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! I certainly hope you all had a fabulous holiday. I personally enjoyed it. I went shopping with my mother at the one store that was open, came home, had dinner and played family games before bed. Lovely, lovely day.

I'm so thankful for so much - mainly being alive and for having such a great family. There are other things too, such as having wonderful friends (like you!), living in America, having a house, running water, etc. It's just amazing.

But Thanksgiving was yesterday and now it is back to the rat race. Back to work, class, sleep, eat and church. Back to the dreary humdrum of the corporate world. *sigh*

I cannot wait until Christmas. Cannot. Absolutely cannot! Only, what? - 28 days left? I am sooooo excited! Christmas gifts to buy and everything! Yay!

I'm trying to accumulate my list of addresses to send Christmas cards too - email/call/whatever your address and I'll send you one too. :)

"Take Me In"

Watch that video. I so declare you should. It's just the music but it's a fantastic song.

Sometimes I really feel like I just need to stop thinking. Like, life would be easier if I stopped trying to find logical explanations for things. For example, I decide I would like a boyfriend. Then, without any premeditiation, my brain will kick into logic mode: you have no time, you would "use" him, you would dump him over summer so you could be free at the Academy, etc. Frustrating but useful.

Life would probably be easier if I stopped thinking but it wouldn't be as good. I'd probably make stupid mistakes and would probably do things I'd regret. I guess thinking too much can be good...

I'd kind of like to get a date for the Cadet Ball this year, because it is my last year. And maybe for prom. But that's it. Like, not a boyfriend date. Just a have fun/hang out/someone to dance with date. If that makes sense... (Any takers? lol)

I have no time for a romantic endeavour. And that's a fact.

Why ask Why?

Why do you need a driver's license to buy liquor when you can't drink and drive?

Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?

Why are there interstate highways in Hawaii?

Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?

Why are cigarettes sold in gas stations when smoking is prohibited there?

Do you need a silencer if you are going to shoot a mime?

Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?

How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work in the mornings?

If 7-11 is open 24-hours a day, 365 days a year, why are there locks on the doors?

If a cow laughed, would milk come out her nose?

If nothing ever sticks to TEFLON, how do they make TEFLON stick to the pan?

If you tied buttered toast to the back of a cat and dropped it from a height, what would happen?

If you're in a vehicle going the speed of light, what happens when you turn on the headlights?

You know how most packages say "Open here". What is the protocol if the package says, "Open somewhere else"?

Why do they put braille dots on the keypad of the drive-up ATM.?

Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?

Why is it that when you transport something by car, it's called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it's called cargo?

You know that little indestructible black box that is used on planes, why can't they make the whole plane out of the same substance?

Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?

So, I did my CFA. I passed it. *happy dance*

I went to a Candidate Visit Weekend at USNA. Loved it.

I've decided guys are a waste of time.

I'm excited for classes almost being over.

I have also decided to stop thinking so much.

The End.

So I got this letter in the mail yesterday from the US Naval Academy. It said that I have a guaranteed offer of appointment! It is contingent upon getting a nomination and turning in my CFA (will be done tomorrow :D ) but that's it. I'm so shocked. Like, already a college offer! Gaspness! :D *happy dance*

I'm practicing pullups and all for the CFA which is tomorrow. I'm kinda nervous but I think I'll do well.

So yeah, it's pretty awesome. Swim team today went well. We had to do 64 pushups which is a workout (because you do them immediately after swimming laps) but it was good. I can feel my muscles working, lol.

I like my haircut because it is cute. I don't like it because it gets knotted. Not that big of a deal though.

I think I'll go see "Twilight" when it comes out. I'm definitely going to go see "Quantum of Solace". Anyone want to go?

The Recipe For Karen

3 parts Grace 2 parts Imagination 1 part Energy Splash of Style Sip slowly on the beach

What's the Recipe for Your Personality?

I am sorry for the ridiculous rant of my last post.  I really should connect my brain, mouth and fingers at times...lol.

So this one cute guy in my class said something really weird the other day and I'm trying to interpret it but I don't think I should.  I really think that guys are more complicated than girls.  They just are.  So the guy's talking about where he went to school (which is where my brother goes now) and I mention that my brother goes there.  He's like "who's your brother?" so I say "Adrian - but you wouldn't know him: he's a freshman this year".

"Oh yeah, I wouldn't know him... But that'd be weird," says he, "I'd be like 'I know your sister.' "

"Yeah," say I, "and he'd be like, 'who are you?'"

"Ah well, he'll know soon enough," says he and quickly changes the subject.

He'll know soon enough? What kind of statement is that?  Like, what does that mean???  Girls do not have such cryptic comments.  I've been trying to come up with meanings of what that means but have yet to come up with a reasonable one.

This kid is the same one who insists on calling me things like "Fearless Leader" and "Special".  And he's always rolling his chair into mine, using my computer, etc, etc.  It's pretty funny.

Flirt.

Anyway, other than that, life goes on.  I'm doing really well in my classes.  I have a 98 in one and an 80-something in the other.  Wohoooie.