Back to the Grindstone

Tomorrow I head back to the Twin Cities for the final crunch of the year. I'm excited to be going back, I really am. It was nice to come home, but really, there is nothing here in Atlanta for me anymore. Aside from the few friends I have here and my immediate family, there is nothing to do here and nothing keeping me here. I will miss my mom, dad, Sam, Emily, Alisha, and others that once resided here, but it really is time to move ahead. I need to establish who I am and who the greater world intended me to be. I know it intended me to be something other than what I am now. And I need to establish this far, far away from here.

When I fly out of this city tomorrow morning, I will set some goals for myself. I'm not quite sure what those goals should be, but I will come up with them and write them in my more personal journal. I don't know how much of those of those goals I want to smear all over the world wide web. I'll decide and get back here to report my decision. I also have a laundry list a mile long of things I need to do for school on Monday. I'm trying not to stress out about it or think about it until I get to work. I need to separate work and play more, I know this. But I also need to be a lot more organized about my after school art class that I'm teaching and I need to invest in an apron for said class. I need to write more by hand just for me, and spend less time on the Internet wasting time avoiding writing. I need to do more things just for me. And I need to work on goal setting strategies and sticking to them consistently.

I need a mission statement for my life. Anyone want to help me draft one?

Quarterlife, You Tube style

Not that I'm whiny, but this show can only be seen on the web and sums up everything that my generation supposedly stands for. What's more, is it's mildly entertaining. Go here for more information. Then click play for part one of the series.



I really liked the line where Dylan says "The sad truth about our generation is that we were all geniuses in elementary school but the people that deal with us never got our transcripts..."

What is wrong with my generation? Are we just too needy? Do we just need to shut up and get a job? Obviously I don't think so. What do you think. Comments welcome.

Another reason I love You Tube

I would one day like to sing this to somebody and mean it.

You Tube

How I love you, let me count the ways. Here's just one of them.

Or the real MB, found here

Which is actually slightly funny

My type's description is helari-tragic, and tragically fitting.

ISFJ: The Martyr

If you are an ISFJ, you are giving, generous, and believe strongly in sacrificing yourself to serve your fellow man. Whether you're spending the entire weekend cooking souffle for your husband's big dinner with his boss or giving over your body as a vehicle for the Shoggoth from beneath the ancient city of the Old Ones so that the Great Gods can rise again, selflessness and service are your hallmarks.

This generosity of spirit makes ISFJs admirably suited for any career positions involving being tied to altars or ancient ritual daggers. ISFJs also do well in positions such as teacher, doctor, and crack whore.

RECREATION: ISFJs are of such a self-sacrificing nature that recreation does not come easily to them. Their leisure pursuits often express their inner natures; thus, they often amuse themselves and provide endless entertainment for those around them by being moody and passive-aggressive.

COMPATIBILITY: ISFJs do well in relationships with ENTJs, who take their self-sacrifice for granted and expect no less from their minions. They also do well with ESFPs, because...well, ESFPs will shag anyone.

Famous ISFJs include Thomas the Martyr, Tertullian the Martyr, and Theka the Martyr.

ISFJ once again

Just for shits and giggles, I took the MB analysis and got the same result as I've always gotten.

I guess I just really am a die-hard nurturer with a warm heart. Damn personality.

I'm home for Thanksgiving Break, 2007

And I'm not in the mood for holiday shopping. I never am, really. Lines make me crabby. People make me crabby. Spending money makes me crabbier. But I still need to find gifts at a relatively low cost for everyone on my list this year. I'm compiling a list of online shopping sites I can look at whenever the shopping bug hits me. My goal is to have my holiday shopping done for under $300 by December 10th. We'll see how it works out. Since not meeting my NaNoWriMo goals this month, I don't have an incredible track record going for goals. But this is different. I will accomplish this one. Here's the link list I have so far. Thanks QLC.com forums!

Of course, there's always the all-encompassing Amazon.com!

For the shoe lover on my list, there's Zappos.com
Revolve Clothing seems cool too
Accessories galore!
Another clothing site
Bargains
There's always bluefly, an old standard
Nordstrom
More bargains
Book deals galore!
Still more bargains
If you do the eBay thing
I love Old Navy!

Camp camp!

More camp pictures. Enough said. Home for Turkey Day tomorrow. Enough said. I need to be packing and not playing around online.

Camp camp!

Certainly makes me happy again. Camp Iduhapi near Minneapolis makes me wish and long for Camp Misty Mountain. Love it. Such a gorgeous fall scene with beautiful, caring, intelligent people committed to making a difference for Minneapolis Public Schools makes me happy. Camp back inspired and refreshed and ready to begin a new week at school. Only two more weeks until Thanksgiving Break. If that's not enough to inspire I don't know what is.

My house in daylighta

Front and back views, in case anyone was curious

For some reason

I love taking pictures of street signs. They are so poetic.