tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14750127614677940602011-04-21T17:26:26.762-05:00Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.Still Watershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13495365117646790685noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475012761467794060.post-75935755314801032672009-01-30T15:35:00.013-05:002009-01-30T16:45:45.139-05:00

Well, it has been a while hasn't it? I've been very busy (as usual, right?)Anyway, this semester I began a 3D modeling class. Finally! I've been wanting to do this for years! Needless to say, it is awesome! Its one of my favorite classes. I wish I could dedicate more time to this class. I would love to have extra time to go into the lab and play around with Maya. But, alas, I am so busy!Behold

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These are some pictures of sunsets that I've taken over the course of about two-and-a-half weeks. They were all taken from my bedroom window.(How can people say there is no God?)Each day the sunset is so different from the one before. The colors, the clouds, and even the sounds and the weather can completely change. There is no limit to God's palette.I guess you can say this is one of the ways I

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WARNING! The following content contains the ranting thoughts of a college junior on a cognitive rampage. Also, the content may give the impression that said junior may not like school. Let me affirm: the junior enjoys learning. The rest is up for interpretation.School is kicking my butt. Its sapping my creative juices, absorbing every minute of my time, draining my bank account, drowning me in

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We all know how most people view Mondays. They are usually kind of stinky because its the first day of the week (I will count Sunday as a weekend day for this post). After a restful weekend everyone goes back to work or school. Well, today I didn't have to go back to neither work nor school. So it started off pretty well.However, something happened later that evening that really ticked me off.

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Well, today was an interesting day. Dad was at work all day. Ilmarë was working as a stand-in. So, she was gone all day. Yavanna and Eärendil went to Bush Gardens with our church youth group. So, they were gone all day. And then Mom and Tulkas went to Disney with Tulkas's friends. So, they were gone all day. This means that I was at home all day, all alone.Well, the first thing I did after

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Well, I was outside the other day taking care of my precious little pineapple patch. It had gotten very weedy after more than week of neglect. (I got as sick as a puppy a few days after I got back from Mississippi.) Anyway, I was hunched over, deep in cultivating thought, when a bright streak of orange fluttered by. I looked up to see two sharp-orange butterflies gamboling around a nearby vine.

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Two last pictures and a story from that Thursday:Mischief with the circular saw. A very bad idea.Later in the day Mischief came inside and asked me for some duct tape. "Sure," I replied. But he had that "look" on his face. So I asked what he needed it for. It turned out that he sliced his pants with the circular saw. How is that even possible!? What the heck was he doing with that thing! "At

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Wednesday was our half-day of work. It was still morning when Mischief came out of Mr. Percy's house and said he needed a break. He was frustrated. They had run into a problem with the tiling. So I went in to help and stayed in there for the rest of the day.I could really feel the anxiety mounting in our leaders. I felt really bad for them. So I just worked as hard as I could and tried to stay

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Our first work day was Monday the 14th. We left the school at 7am and arrived at our work site around 7:35am, because we got lost again. (I have to say that on our way there we passed the shop where Elvis bought his first guitar!) Mrs H had obtained two gallons of bleach and a few scrubbing brushes. But we still needed a sprayer. The first one we were given didn't work. So the crew chief from

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Okay, so the first night we didn't go straight to sleep. Lights out was at 11pm. So I just stayed in my bed and took some pictures. This is Ilmarë from my bed while I was lying down (was too lazy to get up).Ilmarë again. She's texting airmanG, again.And here we have Yavanna talking to Mom. Cell phones were only allowed in the rooms. And even then, they were only to call the family, not to chat

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The Church bus had left about an hour and a half before we left our house. Yet an hour or so after we got on our way we caught up with them at a truck stop. It was now 12am. Dad and Ilmarë switched places (now Ilmarë was driving) and Yavanna and Eärendil decided to ride on the bus with the other youth-ians. They're the social butterflies of the siblings. Mr. Bill (the youth pastor) was driving

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Last Friday Ilmarë, Eärendil, my Dad, and I arrived back in Florida. We had been gone for a whole week on a mission trip to Mississippi. My younger sister, Yavanna, also went on the trip with us. I'll explain how she came back home later (this is a long story).We went through World Changers with our church youth group. We were to check in Saturday the 12th at noon. However, Mississippi is about a

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For the fourth of July we just hung out at home and relaxed. We have been so busy running around lately because of my brothers little league all-star tournaments. We didn't even go out to watch any fireworks or buy any fireworks to play with at home. (It was raining anyway!).However, the next day we went over to our friend's house to celebrate. Some of our other friends went as well. So the house

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I've been thinking that I should make a post on how much I like Pre-Raphaelite Art. So, ta da! Ok, let's begin.The Pre-Raphaelites were very controversial in their time, not for the content nor stories of their works, but because of their attention to detail and untraditional style. Some of them formed a brotherhood and made it a point to create works that had meaning, to study what is natural,

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I have finally planted my pineapples. I've had them in mason jars on top of our fridge since February. Please let me explain. I guess I should start from the beginning. At the end of January/ beginning of February (I'm not really certain at this point.) We bought a pineapple. We ate the pine apple. I read about how the left over tops of pineapples, which are called pineapple tops, (hehe, go

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This week we had Vacation Bible School at our church. The theme this year is Outrigger Island: Living God's Unshakeable Truth. For the past few years I have been with the four-year-olds (its actually 4 and 5 year olds). So I was with them again this year. And boy was it interesting! We have always had a huge 4 year old class. So this year they decided to have two 4 year old classes: the North

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The sun set about two hours ago. As this was happening I chanced to look out of my window. Now, normally, I'd just take note of the beauty God created in each sunset, then merrily go back to whatever it was I was previously doing. But today, I happened to notice something a little peculiar about a certain voluminous cloud.(Sorry about the reflection of the window pane in the corner. I forgot to

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Look!My books are here for the weekend! I'm so glad! Now I'll have something to read while we travel to Miami.And it was the two books that I wanted to read the most. 'Til We Have Faces and The Book Of Lost Tales. Its fascinating how these little red bags can make a person's day. Interesting.I guess I was having too much fun with the orbi cam. I should have been packing. I should be packing right

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Well, I thought that now that I have no classes I'd be able to post more often. But, I've given myself lots of things to do in my free time. In this time I have also been thinking about what I've been doing with myself, aside from school, work, and church. In this self-reflection I have come to find myself quite boring (or odd at the very least). I'm just being honest. See, take a look.When I

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Hey Mom,Happy Mother's Day! This post is especially for you. And so are these pictures (that come up after this little note). I just wanted to say thank you for everything. (That may sound cliche. But I really do mean everything including my brothers and sisters.)I've decided to make you the "Lady of the Cherry Blossoms," because I know how much you like those flowers. Sorry for the un-creative

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It sure has been a while since my last post. But now that I have finally finished my Sophomore year at Insertnamehere University I will have more time to blog. I can't make any promises, though. I have a hard enough time keeping up with Facebook and my e-mail.Well, now that school is out for the Summer let me tell you a little bit about my final projects for this past Spring semester (they are

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1. When people do creative things and display them so others can see.I saw this little guy on my way to work in the morning. I did a "double-take." He was just sitting out there beneath a tree in front of the library.He definitely made me laugh! What a funny little guy.2. Watching my grandma as I teach her how to text my sister on the phone.Priceless! And a little frustrating at the same time.3.

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Well, I started this post earlier at school. But I couldn't publish it because my pictures were stuck in my camera. I had left my A/V to USB wire at home. But now you can see them too!It is such a beautiful day outside! I woke up this morning to a torrential downpour outside. But you wouldn't be able to tell that now! I really like the weather here in the Winter, early Spring, and Fall (Summer

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I know the title is technically wrong, but I like the way it sounds. So I'm going to keep it. I know I said I would post again during my Spring Break (last week). Obviously, I didn't. I had begun a post, but I never finished it. My break just flew right by. And upon returning to my classes I was promptly greeted by an utterly stupid amount of homework and studying (as if I didn't get enough of

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I'm over half way through my Spring break and just today I've finished my homework. So break officially begins now. How cruel of my teachers to give me so much homework and schedule tests for when I come back. That aint right. Well, no more talk about that stuff... Its break time!! Yesterday I went shopping for dresses with my Mom and sisters. (I had actually gotten excited about it, and

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Guess what happened to me again!I know the pictures say it all but I must elaborate. Yes, another blow out. And it happened at the same place that my last blow out occurred.I was just driving along eating my poptart and listening to noventa y ocho punto uno (Spanish radio station, I consider it another form of studying for my spanish class. ¿ Soy lista, no?) on my way home from Insertnamehere

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The other day when I was at work a security man came down to the media center and told us to evacuate the building. Some one had made a threat and was thought to be armed. They were still searching for him so we had to evacuate. We were the last to be told because the media center is in the basement. So our boss told us to put everything away and clock out. When we had clocked out and left the

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Okay. Well, it has been a while since I put up a post. I've been busy with my classes. No, seriously. I'm very meticulous about my grades, to the point of resigning myself to hermit-dom for whole semesters on end. Which reminds me...*side note*I read a little icon the other day that said, "When work feels overwhelming, remember that you're going to die." That puts things into perspective. It

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Quirkiness x 6 = me, I guess, is the name of the tag. (although I argue that the first six quirky things listed do not, in any way, sum up anyones' being, I will go along with this as I'm sure that that viewpoint was not the intention of the "tag".) This was sent to me by my Mom (which is yet another reason why I'm 'participating'). I find that this is very much like a chain letter, except that

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"Weapons of Math Instruction" are not my own words. But the first time I read it I laughed so hard I figured, "I simply must share it!"Weapons of Math InstructionAt New York's Kennedy airport today, an individual later discovered to be a school teacher was arrested trying to board a flight while in possession of a protractor, a T-square, a slide rule, and a calculator.At a morning press

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Sorry about the title for this post. The cold weather froze all my creative titlejuices.Well, I'm nearing the end of my Christmas Break. Around this time I start to remember all those things I told myself I'd do once my break began. And, simultaneously, I become greatly distressed for I find that I have not accomplished any one of my lofty goals or completed any of my uber cool projects. So, the

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As mentioned in my "About Me" section (look left) I enjoy drawing, etc. Well, as this new year began to approach I realized that I had so many "unfinished" sketches on my computer spanning all the way from the year 2005! So I thought to myself, "Self, Its time you finished something. You need to build up a presentable digital portfolio, or something." So two days before New Years I got to work.

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Sometimes things will be going great. You're just crusin' through life with the sun shining on your face. Then, all of a sudden, things will take a bitter turn. A little rain cloud will come and block you from the sun and in the background you'll hear that dismal, unbeautiful music through the falling rain.Very bad day. Very bad days. But you don't want to complain out loud about them because

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At my Mom's request I am posting this from my other blog:Well, I'm feeling kind of cheerful/hopeful today. So here's a cheerful thought :No school, no school,no school...Okay, seriously now, here's the hopeful thought I initially meant to post: "When life gives you lemons, make grape juice. Then sit back and let the world wonder how you did it."Sometimes funny, seemingly irrational thoughts can

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Welcome to my blog. For "reals" this time. For those of you who don't know what I mean, let me tell you that I officially have 3 e-blogs now. I lost the first one I made (I had tried to delete it when I made my second blog, but I'll get to that later). Actually, I didn't even know that I had that first blog. It was so long ago now. I don't even know why I made it; I never did anything with it. I

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