Fugitive Firefly

Running away with the last bit of hope

Paralyzed again, the moment's come and gone

Say it. Say it. Say. It!
Nothing. Again. He was right there, not even two feet away. No one else was near, so what the hell was your problem? It shouldn't be so difficult to say "Hey, aren't you in Diane's class?" and yet you choke every time. Every. Time. I hate your cowardice. Haven't you realized that it's getting you nowhere?


Sorry isn't going to make things progress. Sorry will make you nothing more than a familiar face. Is that what you want?

No, of course not. It's just that, the situation wasn't quite right. I mean, he was working. Is that really a good time to strike up a conversation?

Now you're making excuses. There's only four weeks left of the term, and one of them is strictly for finals. You're going to have figure something out real soon.

But I-

Oh for Pete's sake. Woman up!

OK, OK, I will. Next time.

Feel Good Friday (number 4)

"Oh my God, I don't want to be here right now!" I agree with you, Syntax classmate. I don't really want to be here either. "I was up till 1 last night and still didn't get any work done. Rehearsal is every night from 7 til 11. I don't know how I'm going to have time to do anything. And OH MY GOD! This girl next to me in psych. She just reeked of BO and of course just had to sit next to me." Syntax classmate continued talking for another ten minutes. About what though, I'm not really sure. Everything that was coming out of her mouth was just a complaint, like a lot of conversations I overhear. Take a moment and reflect on pieces of conversation you've overheard. Chances are they sound something like this, it being rare to hear "Yeah, I thoroughly enjoyed ____." This is one of the reasons why I started this weekly "feel good" post, so I sound less like some of these people. I was truly ill this week so of course that tainted my view of events as they happened, but thinking back on it, my week really wasn't that bad.

Awesome happenings this week:
1. I've almost completely regained the strength I lost last weekend
2. Four sales were made in the less than 24 hours?!
3. Today's quiz was postponed.
4. I got the go-ahead to graduate in December. Man, that's scary.
5. One of my classes is going to be canceled next week.
6. No Syntax homework this weekend! You have no idea how great that feels.
7. I don't know why but hearing someone say "Ke$ha is Taylor Swift's evil twin" amused me very much.
8. Four days this week have been good hair days. I love this weather!
9. One of my finals was canceled!!
10. I can feel a change a coming. But out of fear of jinxing it, details will not be released just yet ;)

What were the great things that happened in your week?

Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex

What would happen if two such individuals decided that they wanted to have a baby? It is something that many science fiction enthusiasts have speculated. But something that I never really thought about until we read Larry Niven's article "Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex." For those unfamiliar, it explores the possibilities of how Superman can impregnate a female human, more specifically, Lois Lane. You can watch a video of it here.

Warning: There is no nudity or swearing in the video, but due to the topic that is discussed and some of the details used, it may not be suitable for young children. You might want your children removed from the room before watching. Viewer discretion is advised. 

Obviously, the two can't get physical because 1) She would be crushed in his arms 2) She'd be ripped from crotch to sternum and 3) Her head would pop off. Niven then discusses the possibilities of artificial insemination, but that too, has an unfortunate ending for fragile Lois. It also suggested that maybe Super Girl could be a surrogate mother, but that would be too inconvenient for her. Larry's conclusion: allow Superman to carry the child.

After the reading, one of my classmates openly admitted to have spent time contemplating a solution. Once conceived, Lois could be placed under a red sunlamp. When exposed to this light, all of the super powers cease to work. Therefore Lois would not have to worry about the baby using its heat vision whilst in the womb, nor would she have to worry about the baby kicking its way out of her stomach.

This proposal annoyed me for two reasons.

First, my classmate was suggesting for Lois to be isolated for nine months, stuck beneath a stupid lamp. Um, excuse me? How about I shove you beneath a lamp, alone, for nine months and see how you like it? Secondly, it fueled a debate amongst the hard-core comic book readers.

My thoughts on the issue:
     - It is absurd to assume that Superman's sperm would have the same powers that he does.
     - Let Superman be the surrogate. When the time comes, you can cut him open with a lightsaber. That should be strong enough to cut through the kryptonian skin.
     - The article was written for entertainment, and to inspire creative thinking. It should not be taken seriously because Kryptonians do not exist. All that we can do is speculate based on what we know about Superman.

So how about we leave Miss Lane alone and let her have a human husband?

Because I write too much...Ten Word Tuesday

He was caught staring, and didn't try to hide it. ;)

The Sunshine Award

I would like to thank Aries for this wonderful award :)

Now, as with any award, there are rules that must followed.
1) Post the logo within your blog or post
2) Pass the award onto 12 fellow bloggers
3) Link the nominees within your post
4) Let the nominees know they have received an award by commenting on their blog'
5) Share the love and link to the person whom you received this award from.

My 12 bloggers:

B Sparkly
Blackberry Jam Cafe
Krystal's Kitsch
Life On Sunshine Street
Mad Boastings of a Cheapskate Mom
Mamma Kerr
Mass Hole Mommy
My Kids Are Fun
Riding the Roller Coaster
Stay @ Home Mom Who Knew!
Textual Times
The Snyder 5

Feel Good Friday

It is so easy to get caught up in the things that bring you down, that you don't notice that good things that happen in your life. If there's one thing I've learned in my short life, it's that nothing is ever as bad as it seems. With that said, every Friday I make a list of all good things that happened this week. 

1. The time I spend in the computer lab is officially the best part of Tuesdays.
2. My professor approved my proposal for the final project!
3. Got a B on a midterm!
4. Ran into a classmate who I hadn't seen in months. And he still makes me smile.
5. I got a compliment on one of my outfits.
6. We're finally having spring weather!!

What were the good things in your week?

A bit o' Irish

Wanting to put four semesters of Irish to use, I've compiled a list of useful phrases to use for St. Patrick's Day. Enjoy!

Lá fhéile Pádraig sona duit/daoibh!
La ae-leh Pawdrig shonah ditch/deev.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day to you/you all. 

Pionta Guiness le do thoil.
Pyunta Guinness leh doe hull
A pint of Guniess, please.

Uisce beatha.
Ishka baha

Tabhair póg dom, táim Éireannach.
Too-ir pogue dum,toyme ay-ron-ahk
Kiss me, I'm Irish.


An adventure and a half

I know, I know. I've been slacking on the whole blogging thing lately. But I do have a perfectly good reason! It's called Spring Break.Though I'm wordy enough to write an in-depth entry for the major events of the week, I'll spare the meticulous details and give you the skinny.

Huzzah! This was my tenth consecutive year attending this particular renaissance festival. It's hard to think about how much the faire has changed since then, and though most of the changes have been for the worse I do have good news. For the first time in years I did not get into trouble! That's a great accomplishment on my part.
(Yes there was a dude dressed as a banana. Yes he lost a bet. No, I had nothing to do with it).

But I didn't have my passport! I decided it would be fun to drive down to Miami for a day to visit one of my friends. What she failed to tell me was that I had to take an exit just to stay on the turnpike. Do you know what happens when you miss Exit 4x? The turnpike turns into I-95 and will take further into Miami than you probably want to go. Very few people speak decent English, my Spanish is horrible, and the GPS was telling me to continue on 95. Needless to say that being lost, though only temporarily, was not fun.
(The banana trend is unintentional. I promise).

Road Rage. South Florida has the worst drivers in the nation. Somehow I forget that little fact until I'm driving there. There was one occasion where I'm on a ramp and the guy in front of me is only going 20 mph. I wait for the line of cars to pass me before I switched lanes and tried to pass him. Unfortunately the truck in front of me decides to slow so that I can't pass the other car. And we have to merge soon. I was forced to hit the brakes and get back behind the first slow-poke. But the other night was worse. I'm bebopping along at 50 mph (only 5 above the speed limit, thank you very much) when someone decides to pull out into the middle lane and in front of me. Since there was a car to my left, I tried to swerve right and get around them, but before I could the car behind me had done just that. The car that cut me off still hadn't got up to speed and then it was aligned with the truck and the car that passed me. There was nothing left to do but to slam the brakes. Thankfully no one was behind me otherwise I would have been rear ended into a 3-5 car accident. And P.S. There are always a handful of people who run a light in Miami. Just another tip in case you decide to go there.

Well that's not forensic-y. When my high school puts on a play, you have to go. Not to brag or anything, but we do have one of the best theater programs in the county. (And best newspaper, and magnet program and...ok, now I'm bragging). It wasn't long before I spotted one of my teachers. More specifically my newspaper adviser for three years. If I ever get the bright idea to talk to her again, someone please stop me. She's great at knocking you down. "So what are you studying in school?" Psychology. "Oh really? What do you plan to do with that?" Well right now I'm thinking grad school for forensic psychology. "Oh wow. You wanna work with cops and crazy people?" [blah blah blah. Insert segway]. I did get to go to Ireland this summer. "Oh that's neat! What courses did you take?" Irish Literature & Film, and Irish History. "..What does that have to do with forensics?" Um...nothing. Just getting gen eds out of the way. "Be sure to take a couple education courses so that you'll have something to fall back on." Thanks. Thank you so much. [keep a hint of sarcasm in that last reply. I tried to sound grateful but soon made an excuse to leave].

That, my friends, was my Spring Break. 

Award ceremony!

And I'm not talking about The Oscars. But if you really want me to, I can wear a strapless dress and slouch like Miley Cyrus. (Why hasn't daddy taught her anything about posture??). On second thought, nevermind. It's just easier to wear a tank top and jeans and thank everyone who made this possible, aka Krystal.

"This award means you're really going places, Baby. You'll still be blogging about your great adventures 10 years from now, and I'll still be reading them."

The Rules:
  • Link back to the blogger who sent you this award
  • Post where you would like to be in 10 years
  • Pass it on to 10 other special bloggers!

The question frightens me just as much as it did the first time around. Since I already answered this and said I would be a forensic psychologist with a husband (maybe kids?), I will write where I was ten years ago. In middle school. Wait. Do I really want to go there? Middle school was awful. Dreadful. Horrendous. And the reason why I don't wear shorts, or anything else that shows my legs, in public. A tip for all the mothers with a young one: be prepared for middle school. Peer opinion is, perhaps, most influential at this stage. What classmates think of you is disgustingly important and can have a significant negative impact on one's self-esteem. Just . . . be there for your kids. I wish I could articulate the horrors of middle school more efficiently but I hope that my word is enough.

Wow, that got depressing quick, didn't it? Onto a more cheerful subject, here are the ten special bloggers I chose :)

1) B Sparkly
2) Life on Sunshine Street 
3) Mamma Kerr
4) Mass Hole Mommy
5) Riding the Roller Coaster 
6) Sarah's Blog of Fun
7) The Good, The Bad, And The Gotta Have 
8) The Husailey Bunch
9) The Snyder 5 
10) Xmas Dolly

More than MMMBop

I logged onto Facebook one afternoon (as I so frequently do) and a small smile spread across my face when I saw that there was a notification. Hmm, who commented on what? I wondered. I clicked on the little red speech bubble to discover that my old neighbor had "commented on my activity."

Just a couple hours earlier that day, I had RSVPed to Hanson's release of Shout It Out!, a reservation I (purposely) made known to all my Facebook friends. "Now why would you go and admit something like that?" my neighbor said. "Didn't your mother teach you any better?"

Let me tell you, being a Hanson fan is not easy. We have to endure not only teasings directed at us, but also smart remarks made about our beloved band. The whole "you mean those chicks are dudes?" joke is so old. And then the hater often proceeds to make gay jokes and how they are one hit wonders. Right. The three brothers have wives and children now, not to mention they've had more successful singles than the unoriginal Jonas Brothers. Despite all of this, I have remained loyal to this band for the last thirteen years. Nor am I alone. Hanson's fan base is well into the hundred thousands, probably even into the millions once you count the closet fans.

But what is there to be ashamed of? Never once did a swear word appear in the lyrics. Not once was there a song about sex, drugs, or alcohol. Strip these guys of their instruments, leave them only their voices, and they can still wow an audience. Live. And they've been doing this since they were kids. How many pop artists do you know who can or has done that? Unfortunately, there's not a whole lot. This is why us Fansons work so hard to promote these guys. They have such amazing music ability and it's about time that Hanson is known for something other than "MMMBop."

Call me optimistic, but I think that might just happen with this new CD that's to be released in June. Check out the video I found. It's a clip of their rehearsal for their upcoming music video "Thinkin' About Something."

What do you think of it? If you're about to make fun of me for liking Hanson, stop right there. I have a challenge for you: listen to some of their newer tunes. Great Divide, Hey, Penny and Me, and Blue Sky are good places to start. If, and only if, you can honestly say you don't like any of it, THEN you may make fun of me. Just please, keep your comments to yourself if you're strictly judging them on MMMBop.

I can feel a change a-coming.

Personal Soundtrack T-shirt

Have you ever wished that you could have dramatic music play whenever you enter a room? Or perhaps play the Jeopardy song when waiting for someone to answer you? Admit it, it would be pretty darn cool if we could coordinate music with our life like Koothrappali does here.

You may be thinking "Yeah, but that's TV. Not to mention it's The Big Bang Theory-- Raj probably just made the shirt himself." That, my friend, is where you're wrong. This exact shirt does exist! Thanks to the geniuses at ThinkGeek you too can add background music to your life for only $30! I'm seriously thinking about buying the shirt (as well as a couple other goodies from that site). In my humble opinion, it's quite worth it. What are your thoughts on the shirt?

Write 10 words. No more, no less.

I'm going to pursue this. Hopefully regrets won't come later.