After racking my brain for a good...well 30 seconds, I could think of only one thing I dislike about California. and that would be the fickle weather. It's quite possibly the most annoying thing...EVER. (ugh, I hate making rash statements like that, but since life is short and could end at any moment...I have to live in the moment =)
Anyways, point of all that is to say it is now like 75-80 degrees outside. I keep layering though, just in case it happens to get tired of shining balmy sun-rays down on me and decides to downpour some rain. But it NEVER does! and here I am, in a flannel shirt and jeans, with an unfulfilled wish and some sweat dripping down my back. bleh. thankfully the library is air-conditioned.
On a totally random note, I thought I'd share a story. For a little background...Any of you who don't know this already, the Klotzle side of the family has a gene that leads to unsteadiness of hands. This means that not only do our hands have the propensity to shake when we concentrate on them being very still (why none of us are surgeons) but they shake when they are just being as well. I am blessed (?) with this gene and so my hands naturally shake. (not to mention they are practically useless when I'm nervous!)
Anyways, last week, I'm sitting in class with a group working on questions and this girl I don't really know is just staring at my hand which is holding a pen and pretty obviously shaking. Our eyes meet and her look is one of slight disbelief and awe, as if she just caught a rebellious, Biola closet drug-user and really wants to jump up and tell someone. I sort of snicker inside myself, sorta sad to break it to her that its a mere genetic trait and that she won't recieve snitch of the year for busting a student breaking contract. (now that may sound mean to you, but it seriously felt like that!) I pull my thoughts and composure together and with as casual a shrug as I can muster I look back at my hand wistfully and say, "oh that...yeah it runs in the family and I can't help it." You would have thought I'd just announced that I'm a werewolf and I'm explaining how I change back and forth. Her eyes widen with new interest and then disbelief. faint mocking colors her words, "whaaat? you mean you can't stop it? stuff like that 'runs in the family?'"
I inwardly roll my eyes and try to explain it to her nonchalantly, "Yes, my dad, uncles, aunts...most of us have unsteady hands. they shake involuntarily. sometimes its worse than other times..."
She still obviously doesn't believe me, her eyes betray her...but she covers with a polite smile and responds, "Oh ok...cuz I thought maybe you had way too much caffeine or something." (nervous giggle) psh. as if. we all knew you thought I was a druggie. or a werewolf.
Anyways, the whole rest of the session she tries to look away, but is still slightly fascinated-almost morbidly so- in my shaking appendage. I knew that "Biola Bubble" was influential, but I didn't know just how much... poor girl. Someday she might actually meet someone with a real problem or handicap...goodness knows what she'll do then! maybe its my job to ease her into the world of abnormalities. Next step: I'll bend my thumb all the way backwards and see how that goes. baby steps...
And such is my life.
Can't say I'm hating it!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
rain, rain...DON'T GO AWAY!
I really wish I had a fun post planned, with lots of pictures and cute witty captions. But I don't. Instead I have a post that will be a pleasing sight for those of an *ahem* older generation with all my capital letters and punctuation and spelling up to par. Twill be a balm for their eyes...an oasis of hope in the dry, thirsting desert of cyber-communication. Now please be aware that I do in fact, make mistakes, as I am only human. So if an occasional "lol" or "cuz" slips out, do know that it isn't my intention and I probably just couldn't sub-conciously stand the formality and bondage of proper/correct writing.
With that being said, I would like to inform the reading populous that I love winter. Well, allow me to clarify. I love winter in California. Yes, yes I know that it is only October, which qualifies as fall...but still. It's basically winter. It has been cloudy, nippy and we've EVEN had a slight downpour yesterday. I was ecstatic. Not only is waking up on a cold, rainy day one of my all time favorite things to do, but walking IN the rain is pretty much a joy. If I was writing a song entitled "My Favorite Things" (sung to the tune so dear to our Sound of Music hearts) I would include a verse about raindrops on everything and maybe some whiskers on cougers. (Because to only have raindrops on roses is limiting to my rain and whiskers on kittens is far too tame of a concept!)
WHICH reminds me. When I was little, I used to have fun with my cat by sticking her whiskers up her nose and making her sneeze. Haha. Oh my. Ok, sorry. Back on track.
Rain. Ok, we're done with rain. Let me tell you about last night/this morning. (Keep in mind this is National California Earthquake Day) I had stayed up until about 3:30 am. (Mumzy, please don't gasp in horror. I got plenty enough beauty sleep and was even awake for class this morning) I had finished class around 9:30 pm, procrastinated my evening away (reading blogs, mind you) until about 11:45. Then I met a friend for coffee and we talked until 2-ish. After which I stayed up for another hour studying for a midterm I had this morning. Anyways. After waking up and taking my shower, I had JUST returned to my room (still not dressed or anything) and the fire alarm goes off. My dorm's fire alarm is like a "friend" who is always in your life but who stays away enough that you forget they're there...but comes back at the most inoportune moments to remind you they still exist for the sole purpose of making your life miserable. (No, that does NOT come from personal experience. Merely pure speculation of what I always imagined someone like that would be like.) In any case, I less than five minutes to get dressed, gather my things, brush my hair, make sure I had all my books in case they didn't let us back in before my class started and run down the stairs to the baseball field.
Needless to say (although I will say it anyways...) I was annoyed beyond words. I ended up making it to class, and took my exam. My poor roommate, though was actually in the MIDDLE of her shower when it went off. And they fine you $50 if you are in the building when they do their sweep-through. *sigh* oh how they nickel and dime you.
Now I sit, in the computer lab, contemplating my mornings events. My stomach is protesting that it has not been fed, my mind is rapidly forgetting any and all information regarding World Civilization History prior to the dates covered in the exam and my goose-bumps are telling me its a bit chilly.
Today is a fickle day. One of those ones where there is nothing you can really complain about, but yet you can totally find a list a mile long of things to complain about. I choose...no complaining. God's too good for that! a) He gave me awesome weather! b) The fire alarm was only for a drill, and not a real fire or earthquake. c) I was actually out of the shower at the time of the alarm. d) I made it to class on time. e) Exam wasn't fatal. f) I'm about to go eat yummy food. g) oh yeah, how could I forget... I am a child of the King!
Doesn't get much better than that!
xoxo
With that being said, I would like to inform the reading populous that I love winter. Well, allow me to clarify. I love winter in California. Yes, yes I know that it is only October, which qualifies as fall...but still. It's basically winter. It has been cloudy, nippy and we've EVEN had a slight downpour yesterday. I was ecstatic. Not only is waking up on a cold, rainy day one of my all time favorite things to do, but walking IN the rain is pretty much a joy. If I was writing a song entitled "My Favorite Things" (sung to the tune so dear to our Sound of Music hearts) I would include a verse about raindrops on everything and maybe some whiskers on cougers. (Because to only have raindrops on roses is limiting to my rain and whiskers on kittens is far too tame of a concept!)
WHICH reminds me. When I was little, I used to have fun with my cat by sticking her whiskers up her nose and making her sneeze. Haha. Oh my. Ok, sorry. Back on track.
Rain. Ok, we're done with rain. Let me tell you about last night/this morning. (Keep in mind this is National California Earthquake Day) I had stayed up until about 3:30 am. (Mumzy, please don't gasp in horror. I got plenty enough beauty sleep and was even awake for class this morning) I had finished class around 9:30 pm, procrastinated my evening away (reading blogs, mind you) until about 11:45. Then I met a friend for coffee and we talked until 2-ish. After which I stayed up for another hour studying for a midterm I had this morning. Anyways. After waking up and taking my shower, I had JUST returned to my room (still not dressed or anything) and the fire alarm goes off. My dorm's fire alarm is like a "friend" who is always in your life but who stays away enough that you forget they're there...but comes back at the most inoportune moments to remind you they still exist for the sole purpose of making your life miserable. (No, that does NOT come from personal experience. Merely pure speculation of what I always imagined someone like that would be like.) In any case, I less than five minutes to get dressed, gather my things, brush my hair, make sure I had all my books in case they didn't let us back in before my class started and run down the stairs to the baseball field.
Needless to say (although I will say it anyways...) I was annoyed beyond words. I ended up making it to class, and took my exam. My poor roommate, though was actually in the MIDDLE of her shower when it went off. And they fine you $50 if you are in the building when they do their sweep-through. *sigh* oh how they nickel and dime you.
Now I sit, in the computer lab, contemplating my mornings events. My stomach is protesting that it has not been fed, my mind is rapidly forgetting any and all information regarding World Civilization History prior to the dates covered in the exam and my goose-bumps are telling me its a bit chilly.
Today is a fickle day. One of those ones where there is nothing you can really complain about, but yet you can totally find a list a mile long of things to complain about. I choose...no complaining. God's too good for that! a) He gave me awesome weather! b) The fire alarm was only for a drill, and not a real fire or earthquake. c) I was actually out of the shower at the time of the alarm. d) I made it to class on time. e) Exam wasn't fatal. f) I'm about to go eat yummy food. g) oh yeah, how could I forget... I am a child of the King!
Doesn't get much better than that!
xoxo
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