<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780</id><updated>2011-11-18T02:33:53.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis mabel</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;did ever maiden close her eyes on waking sadness, to dream of such exceeding gladness?&lt;br&gt;if such poor love as mine can help thee find true peace of mind - why, take it, it is thine!&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-8580186948034366431</id><published>2011-11-18T01:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T02:33:53.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senate Bill 5327 and the Hop Thanh</title><content type='html'>So, the obvious rebuttal to my last posting might be something relating to there being laws about fraud or some kind of enforcement or regulation, etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let me tell you a bit about SB 5327 that was passed this year in Washington State.  If you want to read all about it you can go to the &lt;a href="http://apps.leg.wa.gov/billinfo/summary.aspx?bill=5327&amp;year=2011"&gt;info on the state legislature website&lt;/a&gt;, but generally it limits use of Electronic Benefit Transfer (EBT) cards at places deemed to be reasonable exclusions, such as businesses specializing in adult entertainment, gambling, and the like.  Sounds like the legislature is really looking out for the taxpayers, right?  Well, what they don't publicize is that the state employees who suggested this to the legislature also suggested they limit use of EBT cards at ATMs, because if a person can't use their EBT card like a debit or credit card to pay for their tab at the strip club the way they can at the grocery store, but they can use the ATM at the door to get cash... well, do you see where that's going?  But the legislature didn't bother with that part.  So, if you're a legislator who wants to stop people from using government benefits funded by your taxpaying constituents for illegal activity, well, you just left a loophole big enough for everyone to walk right through.  If, on the other hand, you're a legislator who wants to make it look like you're putting in place sound anti-fraud policies, while effectively doing very little to offend the persons committing the fraud you are supposedly fighting, then you have succeeded quite nicely.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, I recognize that some people reading this who identify themselves as "compassionate liberals" and classify those other kind of people who point out opportunities to commit welfare fraud as "heartless conservatives bent on the destruction of all that is good" assume that people who carry around EBT cards are in desperate need and use their benefits for essentials that aren't covered by food stamps like toothpaste.  To these people, I apologize for the writers of the memos about Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy; apparently, they forgot to send you this one: not all those who are referred to by politicians as "our most vulnerable citizens" are as honorably needy as you think...  Sure, there are victims of abuse who need support, there are victims of the recession who need some help getting back on their feet and making ends meet, there are people with developmental disabilities, children in foster care, people with substance abuse problems, and children of parents with substance abuse problems.  I believe there are a lot more people in such circumstances now than there have been at any other time, as least so far in my lifetime.  But, to pretend that fraud doesn't happen, or that it doesn't happen enough to be concerned with... well that is just plain stupid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I participated in a conference call a few weeks ago that was with regard to the new Office of Fraud and Accountability, which isn't really new, it just has a new name and a new boss.  I'm guessing their purpose is fairly obvious.  I am not sure how detailed I can be in releasing information that was given to us, but just to be safe I won't be too specific and just say this: they have backlogs in fraud cases numbering in the thousands, some dating back to a year ago, and the number of employees to work these cases is in the teens.  In the last couple years this particular group of employees has been cut by more than 80%.  According to management they are hoping to increase their abilities through utilization of better computer techniques for detecting patterns of fraud, but it still seems to me that it might be helpful to have a few more employees dedicated to this function.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not that there haven't been some successes in limiting fraud.  There was a flurry of excitement when one of my coworkers saw a story in the newspaper about &lt;a href="http://www.king5.com/news/investigators/Businesses-caught-on-camera-trading-cash-for-food-stamps-104387359.html"&gt;federal raids that shut down businesses participating in welfare fraud&lt;/a&gt;.  Unfortunately, as this story and &lt;a href="http://www.king5.com/news/investigators/Federal-fraud-investigations-fall-as-food-stamp-program--117252963.html"&gt;follow-up stories&lt;/a&gt; acknowledge, the individuals trading in their food benefits for cash to buy drugs and other illegal items will probably just go somewhere else.  The story said that in one year alone the two stores that were shut down cashed out $2 million in food benefits at 50 cents on the dollar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you're like me, your next question is, what happened to all the people who illegally traded in all those benefits?  Well, generally, probably nothing.  However, the fraud investigator who works at my office was exultantly telling anyone who would listen about a big break with one individual.  Let us say, for example, that this client used most of their benefits in the area where they lived, but then on one occasion happened to make a purchase using their card at one of the stores that was raided.  Let us also suppose that this store was hours away from their home and that their purchase was a surprisingly round number.  It could be that this person would deny that they have ever used benefits illegally.  They may, if pressed, admit that they have used benefits illegally in ways other than cashing them out at this particular store, but of course they have good reasons and didn't know it wasn't allowed and won't do it again.  Then perhaps this person was told that the store was under surveillance, and asked what might be seen on that video?  At which point, the individual's demeanor may have changed.  They may have also been presented with an internet printout of a social networking site where the individual advertised sale of their benefits card.  At this point, the person may or may not have agreed to sign a statement admitting their guilt in exchange for having their food benefits denied for 1 year.  Wow!  What a fabulous success it would be if something like that really happened.  Stopping crime dead in its tracks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-8580186948034366431?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8580186948034366431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=8580186948034366431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8580186948034366431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8580186948034366431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/senate-bill-5327-and-hop-thanh.html' title='Senate Bill 5327 and the Hop Thanh'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4183953627072464657</id><published>2011-11-17T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:07:14.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.5 million dollars... just a drop in the bucket...</title><content type='html'>As a State Employee, I try to pay a little bit of attention to the ongoing state budget issues.  As are most government agencies, companies, and individuals, the State of Washington is struggling financially and is trying to figure out how to make ends meet.  Here is a link to the &lt;a href="http://www.ofm.wa.gov/reductions/alternatives/Social_Human_Services.pdf"&gt;Office of Financial Management's Budget Reduction Alternatives&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two of the many proposed cuts are the State's programs that provide welfare and food stamp benefits to people who do not qualify for the federal versions of the same programs "due to lack of documentation of citizenship".  It is estimated that elimination of these two programs would save the state $20.5 million dollars during one biennial budget cycle.  Also, it should be noted that adult persons who do not have documentation of citizenship can still receive benefits on behalf of minors in their household who are citizens.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, take for example an undocumented single mom with 3 documented children who works 20 hours a week at minimum wage... in Washington the minimum wage is $8.67 per hour, so she makes an average of $751.40 per month gross.  Not enough to raise 3 kids, right?  Especially if your rent is, say, $800/month.  Well, with that income and rent you could get $668 in food stamps for 4 people, and if you reduce due to the rule change to the amount for just the three kids it would be $526.  (If you want you can try out the online calculator &lt;a href="http://foodhelp.wa.gov/bf_benefit_estimator.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).  Technically, of course, if the mom or anyone else other than those 3 children eats any of the food she buys with that $526 she is breaking the law, but that's just a technicality, right?  Also, any children in public school would automatically be enrolled in the school lunch program.  Furthermore, there isn't an online calculator, but with income that low and that many kids I bet you she qualifies to get cash benefits for her kids too.  And bundled with cash benefits is medical coverage for the kids, plus eligibility for cash assistance opens the door to a variety of other programs including things like subsidized childcare while she is working, Section 8 housing, even a new program that provides recipients of state benefits with free cell phones and 250 free minutes per month through &lt;a href="http://www.assurancewireless.com/Public/Welcome.aspx"&gt;Assurance Wireless&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, perhaps you should consider that this scenario assumes that our single mom has voluntarily provided information about her job and proof of her income.  If she has no social security number there may be no way to trace her income otherwise, and if she chooses not to report her income her benefits would be calculated assuming a zero income.  (If you can't guess, that means they go up...)  This scenario also assumes that she has truthfully declared her living situation and that she is a single mom.  If she lives in a home owned by relatives or friends and pays no rent, but they write a statement saying that she does her benefit is increased to adjust for her supposed housing costs.  You see, the common definition of "homeless" here at the "welfare office" is not that you actually sleep on the sidewalk at night, or under a bridge, or in a tent city, but rather that your name is not on the lease or the deed to the place where you live.*  It also helps if you use a PO box and don't give the USPS your home address.  Furthermore, if the father of her children also has no social security number, it may be impossible to prove that he is or ever has been in this country, let alone that he lives with her and their children, or that he works under the table framing houses, as a painter, or as a farm worker in Yakima where the going rate for cherry pickers was $15/hour this summer...  And, of course, people who work under the table, whether they are citizens of our country or not, don't pay taxes on any of the money they are earning, which means they aren't "paying into the pot" from which government benefits are funded.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As a disclaimer, I'm not racist, nor to I have a grudge against immigrants.  What I do find upsetting is people who cheat the system and commit fraud.  That goes for people of all races, nationalities, etc.  But, it does make it a bit easier to stay "under the radar" and "off the books" when you were never "on the books" to begin with...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You may think that the types of fraud that I have hinted at above are a bit far-fetched, but in the course of my job I see examples of these kinds of fraud many times a day.  I am not even an employee of the Community Services Division which actually administers these programs.  I work for a separate division, but there is some overlap in our clientele and our programs affect each other enough that clients tell us a completely different story, and we have to figure out how to deal with it...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* I was told a few weeks ago by a fellow state employee that over the multiple decades she has been a government employee, she only ever had one client who claimed to be homeless that she believed actually fit the traditional street/bridge/tent definition of homelessness.  On the flipside, I have seen people walk into the state office where I work and apply for benefits, and then drive off in a Mercedes or a Hummer.  Of course, for some benefits only reported income is a factor, not assets like a vehicle, or, say $20.5 million dollars in a retirement account...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4183953627072464657?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4183953627072464657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4183953627072464657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4183953627072464657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4183953627072464657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/205-million-dollars-just-drop-in-bucket.html' title='20.5 million dollars... just a drop in the bucket...'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-835808843242841640</id><published>2011-11-17T21:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:08:00.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha-cha-cha-changes!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so as far as song references go, I think there are more cha's, but, whatever...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, those of you who knew me in college may know that a few of my friends sometimes lovingly referred to me as a dirty socialist.  Not because I really believe that socialism is a feasible economic system, but because I was a sociology major and less conservative than your average LDS student at BYU living in Provo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In an almost humorous contrast to this, I am now one of the most conservative people around... Seattle, that is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What happened in the intervening years to produce this change?  I spent a year in law school, during which I realized that, being a person who did not particularly want to be an attorney, a Juris Doctorate is not a particularly cost-effective post-graduate educational option.  Having realized this, I got a job in the nearest large city, which happened to be Seattle.  As many a person with a sort-of-fancy paper that says Bachelor of Science in Sociology on it, as well as some other stuff, displayed in a cheap frame I got at the big, bad Wal-Mart on a bookshelf I got at Big Lots... I got a job working for the government.  I also met a fantastic man who thinks I'm irresistibly attractive and likes to buy me things.  He is a police officer.  And together, we are a crime-fighting duo... wait, ok, maybe not... He fights crime, I just fight non-payment of child support, but that's kind of like crime too...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, here's the deal... For those of you out there who consider yourself to be "liberal", or something similar in terms of political labels, and who do so because you feel that it is more humane or compassionate than ideologies that are referred to as "conservative" or "libertarian": I commend you for your desire to be a compassionate person, but apparently you know little of the realities of government social programs.  I see these realities on a daily basis, and it is stunning how little information the general public has and ridiculous the way media portrayals twist and deform the truth.  Thus, I hope to use this forum to share with you some bits of information and truth that you may not have been aware of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-835808843242841640?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/835808843242841640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=835808843242841640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/835808843242841640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/835808843242841640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/cha-cha-cha-changes.html' title='Cha-cha-cha-changes!!!'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-8766749694717744987</id><published>2011-11-17T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:09:10.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! A lot can change in 2 years, huh?</title><content type='html'>This is to announce that after a surprisingly long hiatus, I plan to return to blogging.  Not because I am depressed and annoyed because of some silly man, as has often been the case in the past, (because I have an awesome husband-to-be who consistently wins the best-boyfriend award among my female friends), but because I am annoyed with other things! Are you excited?  You should be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-8766749694717744987?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8766749694717744987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=8766749694717744987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8766749694717744987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8766749694717744987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow-lot-can-change-in-2-years-huh.html' title='Wow! A lot can change in 2 years, huh?'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1897374637826562393</id><published>2009-08-01T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:49:15.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August Fools Day</title><content type='html'>From now on I am declaring August 1st, August Fools Day.  Cuz something happened to me this morning that cannot be described as anything other than the Universe dropping the punchline on the funniest joke ever...  I have a big mess to clean up and a lot of work to do, but I'm hoping it will work out to be something good... I really hope I don't mess this up... AAHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1897374637826562393?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1897374637826562393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=1897374637826562393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1897374637826562393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1897374637826562393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-fools-day.html' title='August Fools Day'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1593392655438850719</id><published>2009-06-13T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:26:43.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cloudy</title><content type='html'>new look for the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i wrote at least once a month for 23 months, then ditched out for almost 6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you were wondering the last 6 months of my life have been... well... good, but confusing and busy and tiring, and highly emotional... pretty much normal? haha.  so much was going on and the farther behind i got the more difficult i realized it would be to catch up... frankly, i regret not having captured my feelings during that time... in part i wish i could go back &amp; give a recap, but somehow it isn't the same when you aren't right in the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 6 months of my life seem like a dream... and now i've woken up and the real world is so much different than i remember it being. i made the mistake, that we all too often do, of building my world around a possible eventuality, and now that it is no longer a possibility... well... now what?  i'm treading water, just trying to keep my head up... and surprisingly enough the minutes turn to hours and then days and little by little life goes on, though i have no idea where it's taking me... i just wish it didn't feel like such a solitary journey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1593392655438850719?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1593392655438850719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=1593392655438850719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1593392655438850719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1593392655438850719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2009/06/cloudy.html' title='cloudy'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2568198381764829055</id><published>2008-12-08T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:40.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How BYU are you? *F*</title><content type='html'>How BYU are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have been kissed at lease once&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your first kiss was on campus&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've had a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You lived in the dorms your freshman year&lt;br /&gt;[X] You went to Homecoming or Preference&lt;br /&gt;[X] You hiked the Y&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've taken a social dance class&lt;br /&gt;[X] You regularly attended FHE for at least a semester&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've participated in Choose to Give&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been to Liberty Square for a party at least once&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've driven around south of campus for at least 20 minutes trying to find a parking spot&lt;br /&gt;[X] You know the cougar fight song&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've crossed the crosswalk without using the flags or biked through a red light&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been to Friday Night Live&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've performed or witnessed an act that made it onto Police Beat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been on a "date" to the bell tower or duck pond&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been to the Bean Museum for FHE&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been to Divine Comedy&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been to International Cinema&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are engaged&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are married&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...in the temple&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You were previously engaged/married&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have kids or are expecting kids&lt;br /&gt;[X] Your birth parents are still married&lt;br /&gt;[X] ...in the temple&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have at least three siblings&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've taken a marriage prep or relations class&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've taken at least one religion class that is not based on the scriptures&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have slept on a couch in a restroom&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have been to the BYU Creamery&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have been in one of the BYU choirs&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been on a date to Fat Cats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have read Twilight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...book 2&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...book 3&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...book 4&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...seen the movie&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...more than once&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've waited in line at the Bookstore for the Harry Potter or Twilight book premiere&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have seen The Singles Ward or Sons of Provo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have walked out of a movie you found morally reprehensible&lt;br /&gt;[X] You know where the "chastity line" is&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can finish the phrase "Nothing good happens after ______"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You read the Daily Universe at least 3x a week&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...and it's the only newspaper you read&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've personally known someone who was reported to the Honor Code Office&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've participated in or watched a Mr. BYU contest&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've received personal revelation that he/she is "the one" (or been told this)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...and told him/her about your revelation (or been told this)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...and then they rejected you (or rejected them)&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been to the Nickelcade&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been to Classic Skating&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've ignored your parents' phone calls for at least 3 days&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...and then they called the University Police&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been pulled over by the University Police&lt;br /&gt;[X] You watch The Office religiously&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You mostly wear jeans and t-shirts or plain fitted shirts&lt;br /&gt;[X] You own at least 3 things from American Eagle or Hollister&lt;br /&gt;[X] Your sacrament meeting is a fashion show/scam session&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've been on a date to the Provo River&lt;br /&gt;You've kissed in a...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...campus parking lot&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...Provo Canyon or Squaw Peak&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...on temple grounds&lt;br /&gt;[X] ...on a couch as soon as your roommates left the room&lt;br /&gt;[X] You think UVU is not a real university&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate U of U with a passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR GIRLS (don't answer if you're a guy)&lt;br /&gt;[X] You own knee-length shorts&lt;br /&gt;[X] You regularly wear camisoles/undershirts for modesty reasons&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are a MFHD, RMYL, Elementary Education, or Exercise Science Major&lt;br /&gt;[X] Your major crush ended up dating a MFHD, RMYL, Elementary Education, or Exercise Science major&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have had at least one roommate who is in hair or dental school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own The Italian Job or The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;[X] You wear makeup at least 3x a week&lt;br /&gt;[X] You do something with your hair (other than brush it/ponytail) at least 3x a week&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You went or plan on going on a mission&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ...because you couldn't get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR GUYS (don't answer if you're a girl)&lt;br /&gt;[_] You shave every (or almost every) morning&lt;br /&gt;[_] You know when your hair is "too long"&lt;br /&gt;[_] You know what the "divide by 2 and add 7" dating rule is&lt;br /&gt;[_] ...and you follow it&lt;br /&gt;[_] You've dated freshmen girls as a RM&lt;br /&gt;[_] ...when you already knew better&lt;br /&gt;[_] You've used the phrase "On my mission..." to a girl&lt;br /&gt;[_] At least 3 girls have baked cookies or meals for you&lt;br /&gt;[_] You went or plan on going on a mission&lt;br /&gt;[_] ...because you wanted to get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: 68-77&lt;br /&gt;B: 60-67&lt;br /&gt;C: 53-66&lt;br /&gt;D: 45-52&lt;br /&gt;F: 44 or below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**BAM!** I fail at being "BYU".  And I know a couple guys who will back me up on that.  ;)  At least I still managed to get my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks jessica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2568198381764829055?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2568198381764829055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2568198381764829055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2568198381764829055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2568198381764829055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-byu-are-you-f.html' title='How BYU are you? *F*'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-135776681848107979</id><published>2008-11-24T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:20:46.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks matt, i don't need meds and therapy</title><content type='html'>cuz he just gave my my therapy.  we had a nice little chat and i feel kind of better.  as much better as talking and not actually fixing can be.  if you do decide to drive the 600 mi from cali to come give me a hug, i can probably find you a free place to stay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, shout out to allen, who is sad when i leave him out.  he sent me a very nice text to cheer me up.  after my nyquil had already put me to sleep.  it woke me up and was a bit disorienting, but still nice.  even though i didn't really read it until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam, i gave you a shout-out not that long ago, but you're talking to me right now too, so there you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, i remember now that i have friends.  i just need to reach out to them more often.  i was thinking about that earlier.  i need a sign somewhere to remind me that if i'm feeling lonely, it's my own silly fault, cuz there are tons of awesome people out there who want to be my friend.  and they're dang smart, cuz i'm dang awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-135776681848107979?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/135776681848107979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=135776681848107979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/135776681848107979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/135776681848107979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-matt-i-dont-need-meds-and.html' title='thanks matt, i don&apos;t need meds and therapy'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-3853215851561108948</id><published>2008-11-23T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:44:08.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really pissed off right now and i can't think of anything else to do about it except write in this stupid blog</title><content type='html'>ugh.  this weekend was frustrating.  in fact this whole last week or so has been really upsetting.  i've been feeling lonely and sad and i've been handling situations badly.  and then instead of telling my friends that i'm having a hard time and asking for their help, i get upset that they can't see how hurt i am and how much i'm struggling and treat them badly and push them away by lashing out or isolating myself and then i'm just more sad and alone and end up feeling even worse than i did to start with.  and now i'm so upset that if i swallowed my pride long enough to talk to somebody about what's going on i'd probably just end up freaking out on them and making it worse.  if i could even think of someone to talk to...isn't that why i'm just writing this here and hoping someone will find it and decide to be that person?  maybe i should have more faith in my friends... maybe i should just drink the rest of my nyquil and go to bed early... my throat hurts really bad right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-3853215851561108948?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3853215851561108948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=3853215851561108948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/3853215851561108948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/3853215851561108948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-really-pissed-off-right-now-and-i.html' title='i&apos;m really pissed off right now and i can&apos;t think of anything else to do about it except write in this stupid blog'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-3246424319603546379</id><published>2008-11-16T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:44:13.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whirlwind weekend</title><content type='html'>friday: (1) work. (2) met matt and got some food and wandered around the u district.  found some cool stuff, including a random used bookstore with kitties! but matt was allergic so we sort of just walked in and back out...haha.  sorry matt. :( (3) james bond.  better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: (1) service project at di.  found a shirt i know i'll like it cuz i already have the same one in a different color, and it only cost me $1.74 including tax.  i love good deals.  (2) hanging out with ryan.  i will refer you to &lt;a href="http://bismarksblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/seattle-adventure.html"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt; for the details, cuz i was frustrated with my bad tour-guide skills and so his telling of the day is much more reasonable.  if you heard me tell it you'd think i'm a psycho and he's a jerk, but really we're just two friends who had a lot of fun hanging out since we live far away now and had plenty to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: (1) institute choir program in sacrament meeting. (2) institute choir program in sacrament meeting again. (3) institute choir program in sacrament meeting AGAIN. (4) ward choir. (5) smorgasbord. (6) fireside. (7) much needed chat w/ daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break from the weekend before i go back to work in the morning...haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-3246424319603546379?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3246424319603546379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=3246424319603546379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/3246424319603546379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/3246424319603546379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/11/whirlwind-weekend.html' title='whirlwind weekend'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-6119111593484400911</id><published>2008-11-12T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:42:43.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank page was all the rage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;never meant to say anything&lt;br /&gt;in bed i was half dead&lt;br /&gt;tired of dreaming of rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were easy you are forgotten&lt;br /&gt;you are the ways of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;i catch the rainfall&lt;br /&gt;through the leaking roof&lt;br /&gt;that you had left behind&lt;br /&gt;you remind me of that leak in my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was blank&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd write a letter to you&lt;br /&gt;and there'd be nothing to it&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't hem an haw&lt;br /&gt;on just how to start it&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd said things different&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd said nothing&lt;br /&gt;things would be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;i wish myself to keep&lt;br /&gt;i pray my soul to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i wish myself away&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say goodnight on a night like this&lt;br /&gt;if it's the last thing you ever do&lt;br /&gt;it goes dark, it goes darker still&lt;br /&gt;please stay&lt;br /&gt;but i watch you like i'm made of stone as you walk away...&lt;br /&gt;can't stand here like this anymore...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to be perfect like before...&lt;br /&gt;i want to change it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we're just like old friends&lt;br /&gt;we 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rage...&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-5821647913591346461</id><published>2008-11-08T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:55:19.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more reason why it's awesome to be mormon...</title><content type='html'>because our church has a public affairs page on youtube... seriously.  i just found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.youtube.com/user/LDSPublicAffairs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/LDSPublicAffairs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out and then you'll know lots of other reasons why it's awesome to be mormon.  yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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mormon...'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-5843797802731028823</id><published>2008-11-08T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:59:42.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposition 8</title><content type='html'>i was talking to my friend matt the other night about election results and he mentioned some things about prop. 8 in caifornia.  he mentioned that they had temporarily closed the LA temple to keep protesters off the grounds, which really surprised me.  honestly, i hadn't looked into it much.  i've felt a little out of it lately, but i've seen so many of my friends posting things for/against it and especially the lds church's support of it on facebook that i just had to say something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i found &lt;a href="http://ag.ca.gov/cms_pdfs/initiatives/i737_07-0068_Initiative.pdf"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; which is the file copy (stamped by the AG's office and everything).  while i was talking to matt i really wanted to know what the acutal language was.  it is surprisingly short and simple.  it is a state constitutional amendment and not a statute, which i know from my limited legal experience are much longer.  i was expecting something more complex in design, but was very refreshed to see how short and to the point it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i'd just like to say this: all individuals are equally free to be married.  of course, that means to marry a person of the opposite gender.  i suppose to some that sounds as though i'm being callous and unfeeling.  i am not.  my favorite cousin is gay.  i had many friends in high school and college who were gay and i am one of the few girls i know who has kissed a gay guy (in a play, but still...).  i am not a racist or a sexist or in other way prejudiced or homophobic or what-have-you.  however, i think that it is important that people be reasonable and deal with the fact that you don't always get what you want, even when you personally may feel like it's not fair.  often, i hear people comparing a gay persons "right" to marry someone of the same gender with other rights such as voting rights for women or minorities and the ending of segregation.  once again, the right to marry is inherently different than these rights in that no group of individuals (except minors) is unequal in marriage rights.  everyone has and equal right to get married.  if they are unhappy with the fact that legal contracts in marriage require that the parties be of opposite genders then i understand that they are unhappy.  but they are not being discriminated against.  they have the opportunity to marry a person of the opposite gender, but they are unhappy that they cannot instead marry a person of the same gender.  i am unhappy that everyone tells me that i am a legal midget and should get a handicapped parking sticker so they can use me to get better parking at busy events like concerts.  that is completely unrelated but i felt like i was getting boring and saying the same thing over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned before that i had a gay friend who i kissed in a play.  i noticed today a very angry note he wrote on facebook about the lds church's support of prop. 8.  a mutual friend then posted some well-researched comments with appropriate citations and i was very impressed.  unfortunately i doubt others thought these very persuasive, but i very much enjoyed the matter-of-fact way that adam expressed himself.  check it out &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=47638776997&amp;ref=nf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if the privacy settings will let you (not sure).  adam, you rock!  i am thankful for reasonable and intelligent people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, my friend ruben posted &lt;a href="http://mormontimes.com/mormon_voices/orson_scott_card/?id=3237"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to an article on the subject by one of my all-time favorite authors.  i HIGHLY recommend you check it out.  i know that a lot of my friends support gay marriage, and i in no way wish to hurt or offend you, but i think that mr. card makes some very poignant and persuasive points and i think it's a great read that will possibly result in a great "think" as well...  and also &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/la-oe-blankenhorn19-2008sep19,0,2093869.story"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; which is based on social and anthropological research and actually written by a liberal and published by the LA Times no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i love gay people as much as i love everyone else on the planet, and God does too, but frankly that isn't the relevant issue here.&lt;div 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8'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-5545941875988593235</id><published>2008-11-03T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:45:57.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list</title><content type='html'>#1. to be married to a massage therapist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. to have a real bed to lay in...preferably with mr. massage therapist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. real pillows to go on my real bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. lots of hot chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. an electric blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. that i hadn't left my gloves in my desk at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. more blankets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. and more chicken soup...in fact, at this point i'd be happy with some chicken-flavored ramen noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. another rice sock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. do you think it would help if i wished for the massage therapist husband again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, i'd take a regular husband who would be willing to pretend he was a massage therapist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-5545941875988593235?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5545941875988593235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=5545941875988593235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/5545941875988593235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/5545941875988593235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish-list.html' title='wish list'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4777212109008481891</id><published>2008-11-02T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:16:05.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>y tengo sed</title><content type='html'>so many things have happened lately that i've said i was going to blog about, but then i was always too busy running around doing all those things to sit down and write about them.  but, i'm finally going to sit and give some highlights, which will of course sound completely different than they would have if i'd done it right away (but i already ranted about that phenomenon enough a few posts ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, a shout-out to my gal pal partners in exciting but non-criminal activity: you girls are seriously one of the main things that give me the ability to get up in the morning and live my life every day.  (that and all the child support cases that need me to work them...haha!)  seriously, though, a lot of things have been happening that would have been really hard to deal with if it weren't for you girls, so thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said, my girlfriends and i have recently been reminded over and over of the fact that we are not the type of girls that mormon boys are attracted to.  we ourselves are mormon girls, but that isn't really the issue.  so, we decided that we needed to get out and do some things that aren't church activities.  in fact, apparently my mom told my grandma just yesterday that my parents are worried about me because i only hang out with kids from church and those boys don't like me and, well they are just worried.  (once again, i already discussed this a few blogs back, ctrl+f "librarian")  my uncle's family is catholic and apparently they are willing to hook me up with plenty of non-mormon boys.  i told them that i went to a catholic school for a year and that didn't do me any good either, but, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we did go out and do some non-church-sponsored activities and we had a lot of fun and greatly increased our self-esteem... (however, the mormon boys have since continued to reject us so we definitely need to do it again).  the only down-side was when the keys were locked in the trunk of the car with the purses and phones and we were stuck downtown on first ave just south of pioneer square at 2am when all the bars were closing and the drunks were out in the street.  but, we made it out alive to tell the tale; hopefully there won't be another similar episode until it's a little warmer outside again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i went to a couple of parties the last few weeks, made some cool vampire teeth for halloween, and have been making some new friends, which is good.  and, miraculous as it may seem, i managed to trick one of these new friends into a date.  i was actually rather surprised that it worked, but also pretty glad about it because i only had about a week left until the 1-year anniversary of being dumped and it always feels horrible going a whole year without being asked on a date.  so, thanks friend for helping a girl out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so now i need to work on fixing my room which has become rather cluttered while i've been busy running around trying to be popular.  it isn't that bad, just a pile of clothes and shoes and the pieces of some packages i need to send to my sisters, so easy stuff once i get around to doing it.  plus, i got another bigger set of those plastic rolling-drawer-tower things when i went shopping at crazy aunt mary's old house yesterday, so i'm excited to reorganize some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready, set, go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4777212109008481891?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4777212109008481891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>like whoa...</title><content type='html'>today at work i saw something totally awesome.  crazy, i know.  we were in a meeting.  that makes it even crazier, right?  in the conference room.  there is this white board where we were writing ideas for training and refreshers that would be helpful, and when we had written them...this is the amazing part...they turned on this thing, and the white board like scrolled around and this little printer at the bottom printed out a page of what was written on the board.  and, incidentally, it revealed the other side where whatever from the last meeting was written.  but i seriously had no idea that things like that existed.  it was so cool.  not like crazy hi-tech, just like, oh my gosh, who made that up and why have i never seen that before?  it was pretty awesome.  at least the other new girl and i thought so.  everyone else just seemed to be amused that we were so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-8204373520338672528</id><published>2008-10-15T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:37:46.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mike holm is a freakin stud</title><content type='html'>cuz we had book club at his house tonight and it was just him and seven ladies, and i think that's pretty much awesome.  i wish i could get seven guys over to my house.  maybe i should try talking to some.  and then maybe i could move on to invitations.  hmm.  i'll think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;girls!&lt;/b&gt; all i really want is &lt;b&gt;girls!&lt;/b&gt; and in the morning it's &lt;b&gt;girls!&lt;/b&gt; cuz in the evening it's &lt;b&gt;girls!&lt;/b&gt; i like the way that they &lt;b&gt;walk!&lt;/b&gt; and it's chill to hear them &lt;b&gt;talk&lt;/b&gt; and i can always make 'em &lt;b&gt;smile&lt;/b&gt; from white castle to the &lt;b&gt;nile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that did randomly come on right then, and i couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention white castle's are good?  from the restaurant, not the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jack and mike d to my dismay...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-8204373520338672528?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8204373520338672528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=8204373520338672528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8204373520338672528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8204373520338672528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/10/mike-hold-is-freakin-stud.html' title='mike holm is a freakin stud'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2618468901580556511</id><published>2008-10-09T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:30:05.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch with captain moroni</title><content type='html'>so, when i first moved to seattle i was really good at reading my scriptures every day.  probably because i had no friends and spent most of my time at home by myself.  but then i started to get a little busier and i decided that i wasn't being as diligent as i wanted, so i determined that i would take my scriptures to work and read during my lunch break.  and i love it!  traditionally i've been a "before i go to bed" person, but reading during the day is really cool.  it's such a nice break from the hectic stuff at work, and it's so awesome to get to feel the spirit every day in the midst of life and...i dunno, just everything.  plus, i feel like my mind is already more alert at work and i think i pay attention to things that i might not otherwise notice when i read when i'm tired or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been reading in alma this week and it's pretty awesome.  i know, i'm behind the sunday school reading... but at the rate i'm going it will still be way before the end of the year when i finish the BoM for the...um...i lost count how many times...10th? 12th? oh well... my triple is pretty beat up, but i just can't part with this set of scriptures cuz i've had them forever and all my stuff is marked!  and i'm not quite the scriptorian that i was in seminary in high school so i'm afraid i'd be lost without my own familiar set... but in a good way... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2618468901580556511?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2618468901580556511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2618468901580556511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2618468901580556511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2618468901580556511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/10/lunch-with-captain-moroni.html' title='lunch with captain moroni'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2579180515006765526</id><published>2008-09-30T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:04:58.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impulsiveness</title><content type='html'>i just called someone who i vowed never to call.  he didn't answer.  i didn't expect him to.  i did leave a message.  that was really what i intended.  he'll call me back.  he generally calls me with pretty predictable regularity.  which is why i never call him.  that and i've been trying to seem less desperate in general and not call boys.  not like it matters given his current situation.  but i just felt like i wanted to.  or like maybe i should.  so i did.  i wouldn't feel bad about it except that it seems like some type of sudden shift in...something.  i've never called him out of the blue like that.  i always return his calls and if we're texting and he says "hey just call me" then i do.  but i've never just done it out of the blue like that and for some reason i'm not sure if it will turn out to have been a good move or not.  he did tell me last time we talked that i should call more often because we haven't been talking as much lately, and i waited twice as long as the time period he suggested.  i'm thinking that makes it okay.  still.  i feel like i've given up the one little bit of control over the situation that i'd been holding on to.  oh well.  it really doesn't matter anyway.  if it did, i wouldn't be able to explain it all in such small sentence fragments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't know why you say goodbye i say hello&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i cleaned today.  i was cleaning at my friends' house the other day and it felt nice so when i actually found some free time at home i decided to clean up.  luckily my place is even cleaner when it's dirty than my friends' house is when it's clean so it wasn't that bad, and actually rather satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you say why and i say i don't know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2579180515006765526?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2579180515006765526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-7729083966920669784</id><published>2008-09-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:12:11.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20/40 hindsight... and issues of honesty and perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;random intro story&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i was at the snohomish county prosecutor's office most of the afternoon last thursday for work, and while i was there some of my co-workers had a bit of a disagreement about whether 20/40 vision is better or worse than 20/20; the consensus was that it is indeed worse and actually something like 20/15 would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;just some thoughts&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i have often heard the phrase "20/20 hindsight" used to illustrate the fact that the way you judge things in hindsight is based off a more correct and clear view of a situation than you could ever have when you're actually in the thick of things; moreover, often we beat ourselves up for things we wish we had done differently, when to be fair we did the best we could with the information available and we ought not fault ourselves too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months ago i was talking to a friend about my then mostly-finalized decision to quit law school.  he said that it was funny that before i said all kinds of positive things about it, but as soon  as i decided to quit i had all these negative things to say.  i think this illustrates a similar phenomenon, like when you rant and rave about how wonderful your significant other is, until they break up with you and then you can't stop talking about what a horrible person they are and how terribly they treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either of these seems to be an issue of the subjectivity with which we view ourselves and the events of our lives.  it is therefore interesting to have other people to notice the differences and give us a more objective record of our thoughts, or at least the things that we express.  frankly, sometimes i think the issue isn't that our subjective perceptions change that much, but rather that we tailor them to others to try and control their perceptions of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;getting more to the point&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;although there has been some change in my viewpoints which led me to law school and then back away from it, i don't think that my actual thoughts and feelings changed as much as there has been a change in which parts i choose to share with others.  when i was deciding to go i played up the positives, and when i decided to leave i played up the negatives, and although i may have been trying just a little to convince myself that i was doing the right thing, i think a lot of it was just out of sheer defensiveness towards others.  i'm inclined to feel a little dishonest about that.  not that i went around lying to people, but because i generally am the type of person who kind of wears their heart on their sleeve and shares ideas and opinions rather readily.  but, when it comes to major life decisions, i'm more inclined to share a lot of the real details of my feelings for the people who are actually close to me, and sort of put out the canned political speech for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the real deal(for those of you who want a bit of the real story behind the madness)&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i graduated from byu and spent the next year playing manager at jamba because i couldn't seem to get any of the "real" jobs to work out.  i was feeling a little stagnant, and i was in provo and had been there for quite a few years and was feeling a little bit old and useless, and decided that if i was going to keep getting older and feeling more single-r that i may as well resign myself to the single life and go do something that would be of use to the world or society or whatnot instead of just waiting around in provo and ending up a 50-year-old librarian at the HBLL. (i never planned that as a career, but my mom had an old roommate who ended up that way and my dad was afraid that if i didn't get out i'd be next... thanks for the vote of confidence pops...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the lsat seemed fun cuz i'm a nerd and i did okay even though i didn't study and was offered like 4-5 scholarships at schools around the country, and that seemed a lot better than being the jamba-queen forever (even though i was pretty good at it).  honestly, though, i hadn't really resigned myself to the single life after all.  when it comes right down to it i never wanted to be a lawyer, and as much as i want to make a difference in the world, what that usually boils down to is that i want to get married and have babies.  i try not to say that because i know it's scary.  especially to boys.  and if i scare them away then i'm just making things worse for myself.  but $100k in loans from law school isn't gonna get me married either, and paying them off by myself would probably use up the rest of my good childbearing years, and then even if i did get married...well...honestly i look down that road and things look pretty bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, you got it.  all that stuff about not wanting to be a lawyer, and all the money, and all of the negative things i said about school and spokane and needing to get away from there and the ex and bad memories, yadda-yadda... some of that's true, but a lot of it is just part of the canned speech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am free and on the prowl.  unfortunately i've never been very good at prowling.  so, i may just be back where i started...but at least i got out of provo, so i can tell my dad not to worry about the HBLL track.  and if i end up an old maid anyway...well, there's no way to tell now, so i'll deal with that kind of hindsight when i get there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really, i felt good about the decision to go to spokane, and about the decision to go to seattle...so, when it comes right down to it even the old maid or not thing is somewhat superficial.  mostly, i'm just trying to go where heavenly father wants me to go, and no matter what happens, as long as i do that it will be okay.  because doing what's right is the best way to be happy, no matter what any kind of hindsight may say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-7729083966920669784?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7729083966920669784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=7729083966920669784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/7729083966920669784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/7729083966920669784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/09/2040-hindsight-and-issues-of-honesty.html' title='20/40 hindsight... and issues of honesty and perception'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-3555168391659868487</id><published>2008-08-07T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:27:27.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"it's less depressing if you're dancing"</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder if, when people do little things that are hugely nice, they know how hugely nice they are being...i dunno, it seems like most people are usually looking at the world (and other people) as if everything is somehow disconnected from themselves.  so, when they do something nice their perception of why it's a nice thing to do is focused on the action itself or some quality inside them that caused them to do it, but they don't notice just how much it affects the other person...and isn't that really what gives an action it's quality?  i suppose the result is never certain so we get used to classifying things by the usual or expected result just to be safe... or we're afraid of classifying by result because of the occasional times that our good intentions somehow go awry... but that's kind of sad because then we shortchange ourselves from being able to recognize and appreciate the good we can do in the lives of others.  or, in the alternative, we fail to sufficiently consider our actions and excuse ourselves of a lot of thoughtless misbehavior simply because we lacked any specific wrongful intent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought i was going to be so dead tired today.  i've been staying up later every night this week than i should have because there were a bunch of church-people things going on, and since that's 100% of my social life in seattle so far i decided i should take advantage and deal with the consequences (a.k.a. being really tired at work the next day).  but, i wasn't tired at all today!  in fact, i felt really great!  i went to the crazy-long training workshop for the new distribution and disbursement guidelines being implemented in compliance with the federal debt reduction act (yes, i did just use a bunch of work-lingo, so no you don't have to know what i'm talking about) and it turned out to be really fun!  and i still had time to make a "rtn tc to ncp empl" (yes more work lingo), and managed to correct, print, and attach the worksheets for the 3 9-275's i generated yesterday and routed them to cst...and i'll just hit that off button and save the rest of the stuff that no one understands... but it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this have to do with dancing?  well, on saturday night i was listening to this song... it's really pretty and really cute, only for some reason suddenly i was just crying!  gross.  i think it was just one of those times when you realize that your life isn't as cute as the song and dang it but you wish it was...and why isn't it?  BUT that's just one of those things that happens when you're at home on saturday night doing your laundry.  but then a few days later you go to a party and have fun and realize that life isn't really that bad...in fact sometimes it's pretty great, so you should be more grateful...  and that maybe you shouldn't torture yourself and just save the cute songs for when you're dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;heaven, i'm in heaven&lt;br&gt;and the cares that hung around me through the week&lt;br&gt;seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak&lt;br&gt;when we're out together dancing&lt;/i&gt;(even if it isn't)&lt;i&gt;cheek to cheek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-3555168391659868487?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3555168391659868487/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4756903634490895128</id><published>2008-08-01T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:20:55.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making it official</title><content type='html'>i got an email from someone at school who noticed that i wasn't registered for classes, so i finally officially admitted that i wasn't coming back.  so.  there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interestingly though, the state has an employee education program, and if i decided i wanted to go back and finish i could get them to pay for it as long as i remained a full-time employee (so i'd have to go to school part time) and signed a contract to continue working for the state for a certain number of years after i finished.  there is actually a team of lawyers in my office, and most of the bosses of my division are lawyers too.  so, if in a few years i'm still single and want to make a little more of my career i could get my j.d. for free and have a guaranteed job when i'm done.  sounds like a good deal to me!  we'll see... i like my job a lot, so i'm pretty satisfied right now, but it's nice to have good future options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, today i finally went to the department of licensing and managed to get them to believe i really am a washington resident.  i didn't have much off the list of approved items to for residency since i don't pay my own utilities or anything, but i had a paystub (from the department of social and health services) and a letter about the state retirement program (i think from the department of revenue).  usually those wouldn't count as separate things since they're from the same job, but the supervisor guy said it was okay since one could count as job related and the other could count as something gov't related since they were from different addresses and departments.  *phew* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my picture looks better than the one on my utah license.  probably because i'm less fat now.  after three months on my diet i'm beginning to make some more noticible progress.  hopefully that will continue.  i will keep working on it.  maybe then i won't die a single fat girl... although i guess i could still be stuck a single skinny girl, but that would still be better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4756903634490895128?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4756903634490895128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4756903634490895128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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when i was first here i was just too busy getting set up.  but then when things died down and i had the time... i dunno... i guess i've been feeling pretty alone so i just decided i should get to like it so i crawled into my little shell and haven't been saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i remembered that i used to write this for myself, just to say what i wanted when there was no one else to talk to, so what was stopping me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, really, i've been trying really hard to be happy and fun and say that everything is great.  so i didn't want to get on here and sound like miss whiney-pants like always.  but it's true.  i'm a fat little baby who is lonely and cries in the car on her way home from work because she hates knowing that she has nowhere to go except home by herself and that every day is going to be pretty much like the one before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i haven't put in effort to meet people.  i go to every church activity there is, even though i usually don't even know where i'm going and feel like an idiot always showing up by myself.  usually toward the end i stop feeling awkward and manage to have fun, but then people start disbursing and i just leave because i'm tired of trying to force conversations with strangers who have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am once again sitting at home on friday night planning to go to bed early because i have no actual plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, lest i seem obnoxiously silly and ungrateful:&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm lonely all the time, i'm glad i moved and i'm grateful for a lot of things and i know my life is pretty good.  i have a car i like and it's in good shape, i have a nice place to live that doesn't really cost me that much, and i have a good job, that pays sufficiently if not exceptionally well and has a lot of security, benefits, and opportunities to grow into better things.  in fact, my first paycheck today was better than i expected (cuz my withholding isn't as much as i thought it'd be) and i got another little surprise from the irs so i decided to check out one of the malls here and bought a really hot shirt.  plus, my diet is still working, even though i'm hitting a bit of a plateau so it's going to take some increased effort, and i'm looking and feeling better than i have in a long time.  so my hot shirt will look even hotter, if i ever find a place where i can wear it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, even though i don't have any friends to hang out with, i still have friends who occasionally email me or call, and a week ago i got a totally unexpected call from my favorite boy in the world!  unfortunately i'm not his favorite girl in the world, but i was still happy, as dumb as that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm lonely, but not entirely unhappy i guess, and even though it's been slow-going in terms of social life, i haven't entirely given up on the possibility of a less-lonely future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-6686585591512581501?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6686585591512581501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=6686585591512581501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6686585591512581501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6686585591512581501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-are-you-there.html' title='hello? are you there?'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4545485364685662548</id><published>2008-07-03T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:51:21.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random things from talking to calvin on the phone, which is the most exciting thing that i've done outside work all week...</title><content type='html'>"you wrote her back?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah! she could be a total hottie-pants!"&lt;br /&gt;"or a total idiot"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, probably that too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm 6'4" but i can crouch down to the size of a small leprechaun. does that help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, she totally digs me"&lt;br /&gt;"the fat girl?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, and i shut her down.  as nicely as i could"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i just beat them up and got tons of free money, but then they put it in the bank so i was like, blah. done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WRONG!"&lt;br /&gt;"it's my birth month! i know how to spell it!"&lt;br /&gt;"okay, that works, it's the stupid little...i dunno, what the crap..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i can hear you typing. what are you saying?"&lt;br /&gt;"haha. i am cracking myself up from writing all these weirdo girls.  okay, this is the one drowning girl... ashley, if i was drowning and you didn't know me, would you jump in and save me? huh? would ya?...oh, that is gonna be funny.  girls respond to me.  i was telling this little girl the other day, the one who's crazy who may or may not be interested in me, about all these cute girls on campus, that i'm not scared of them, i'm scared of me cuz i know if i put the moves on them they wouldn't stand a chance, and she was giving me crap about, have you ever heard my guitar playing thing?...if a guy starts playing the guitar and singing, whatever, not even romantic, it causes a chemical imbalance in girls and they're like "oh, they're so great".  anyway, i was telling her that and she was giving me crap, and i was asking these other girls, what's better, a guy who dances with you or a guy who plays the guitar and sings?...and she was asking these other girls, and i was like, shut up josie..."&lt;br /&gt;"what did the other girls say"&lt;br /&gt;"i dunno, i tuned out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what the heck.  i'm a huge fan of the social scene and love being out, but pajamas and flannel sheets rock my world.  what is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i should write like 10,000 girls, just to be weird...copy...paste..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, sometimes my mouth and my brain don't match up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my neck was getting really sore from trying to hold my phone with my earlobe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah, schnaps"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and...uh...big gulp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah,  it makes me look dead sexy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i can add a smiley face to this message! should i send the little one with the heart on it?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, look, so special.  if i marry this girl, i can tell her i knew the very first time i talked to her... okay, next.  find the next girl. ...daughter...oh, you're done.  she's only 21! i like playing video games and listening to techno trance?... i love tall guys! oh, wait... yes! requirement is 6'4" to 6'10" i just squeaked in.  compose... this is what i'm writing "hey! pick me! i'm tall.  and kind of cute in the face. here is a picture. hope you like it! hooray for tall people."  sounds like a 3rd grader, but oh well.  just look she's gonna be 5'2" but whateva."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am i slender or athletic?"&lt;br /&gt;"i dunno...in between?"&lt;br /&gt;"how about washboard, that sounds cool"&lt;br /&gt;"i guess you're long and flat like a washboard, but i think that means you have a six pack."&lt;br /&gt;"that's okay, we can let girls think that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"languages spoken? they should have "body language""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's up gangsters! can i put that on here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"some midgets are cool.  they get to make movies and stuff."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4545485364685662548?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4545485364685662548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4545485364685662548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4545485364685662548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4545485364685662548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-things-from-talking-to-calvin-on.html' title='random things from talking to calvin on the phone, which is the most exciting thing that i&apos;ve done outside work all week...'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1159277531150562859</id><published>2008-06-28T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:57:46.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exceeds expectations</title><content type='html'>woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) didn't get lost&lt;br /&gt;2) the apartment is nice&lt;br /&gt;3) the area is not as ghetto as i feared it may be&lt;br /&gt;4) the other girl, maggie, who was in my room but not moving out til next week moved all her stuff and is sacking out on the couch so i can move into my room now! yes!&lt;br /&gt;5) my roommate, kate, is super nice...&lt;br /&gt;6) ...but not a threat to steal boys&lt;br /&gt;7) the landlord family upstairs is totally nice too&lt;br /&gt;8) all my stuff is out of the car, and it didn't take that long&lt;br /&gt;9) now i can go shopping and get set up&lt;br /&gt;10) i think i'm gonna like it heeere! (pretend my hair is red and my name is annie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting in my room writing a message on facebook, when i heard the office theme coming from my roommate's room, so i ran over to check it out...she was on facebook too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some excedrin and a nap, but i think i'm gonna go shopping first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1159277531150562859?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1159277531150562859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=1159277531150562859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1159277531150562859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1159277531150562859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/06/exceeds-expectations.html' title='exceeds expectations'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-3439530878286326804</id><published>2008-06-28T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:03:21.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last hurrah</title><content type='html'>so, i'm moving in the morning.  it finally became real today as i packed up the car.  chilled with ma' grilz 2nite.  rather calm actually... got some jambas, went to a park, played on the swings, made a little clover-chain bracelet, went to jody's (where she's house-sitting anyway) and watched the middle/end of the BBC jane eyre - the good one with timothy dalton.  yes, i cried.  i always do... it's a little melodramatic (fine, a lot) but there are some good lines! returned travis's hat that i mistakenly wore home the other night so he can get it back from them.  when i got home and walked in my room i was a little surprised.  it's so empty looking!  like, i was moving things out all day, so i saw it, but to walk in after being gone a while and have it not look the way i'm used to it looking made it seem a lot more final: i'll be gone in the morning.  weird.  but good weird.  i'm ready for things to change.  not like they're bad here with g'ma and the jj's, but it's time.  i feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-3439530878286326804?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3439530878286326804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=3439530878286326804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/3439530878286326804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/3439530878286326804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-hurrah.html' title='last hurrah'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2282852886835114588</id><published>2008-06-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:32:55.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipation</title><content type='html'>okay, so i was catching up on bismark's blog today, and i realized that while he's been going crazy, i've been totally slacking... but of course, i came up with an excuse:  see, it seems like my life must be really exciting right now cuz i just got a new job and i'm gonna be moving to seattle and everything, so there's a lot of exciting stuff going on...only it hasn't really happened yet, and all of this time that i've been waiting to see what was going to happen i've hesitated to say anything because, just like with the DP blogs, as soon as it seems to be going well enough to start writing about, all of a sudden it falls apart and i have to shove my foot in my mouth...so i guess i didn't want to talk too much about all the jobs i was applying for and plans i was making cuz then if they didn't work out i'd look dumb.  not that i don't always just end up looking dumb anyway...but can you really blame me for occasional attempts at avoiding it?  okay, yeah, maybe you can... but hopefully in a couple weeks when i actually move i'll have something worth saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, let me just throw this out there: &lt;br /&gt;i went for a walk tonight and i was thinking about how this girl who i think is going to be my new roommate is probably really cute and i'll never be able to bring guys over cuz she'll steal them away...not that i have anyone for her to steal, but should i find somebody that would definitely suck.  not that i've even met her yet, but she's into outdoorsy stuff, so she's probably got a great body, and she's got this really girly-high-pitched voice, so she's probably really cute and stuff too, and then i started making this list of what guys seem to value in girls: (1) body, (2) active/outdoorsy-ness, (3) clothes, effort in appearance, (4) face, (5) intelligence/personality.  then i realized that this list has nothing to do with guys, but actually is just the reverse list of my own qualities: apparently i assume, due to my constant failures with guys, that what they want must be exactly the opposite of what i am.  but this girl, who i haven't even met yet, i have assumed after one phone convo that she's exactly the opposite of me and thus that every guy is going to want her instead of me.  wow.  talk about issues!  i definitely have some.  but, i have this horrible feeling that i'm right and that they aren't issues, they're just an unfortunate reality of my life...we'll see...if you're shaking your head at me right now, just wait a few years and if i'm single when i turn 30 then you owe me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2282852886835114588?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2282852886835114588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2282852886835114588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2282852886835114588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2282852886835114588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/06/anticipation.html' title='anticipation'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4984859233302274030</id><published>2008-06-12T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:01:42.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seattle</title><content type='html'>some of you may know that i've been making a lot of trips out to seattle...lest you think it was all just a ploy to see DP, i haven't seen him the last two trips (not that i didn't want to), but all of them have had a job-related element, which finally resulted in an acutal job OFFER today, which i of course accepted (with the provision that if it is offered, i may take the one i interviewed for this morning instead because it's at an office which would be more convenient in terms of housing and transportation).  so, as of july 1st i will be working and living in seattle!  how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm especially glad b/c it was otherwise a somewhat frustrating day... i had to come back to the hotel and ice my stupid, bum ankle for like an hour and then when i managed to get back out i had to untape it cuz it was turning all red and then i kept getting lost and wasting soo much time, and forgot my good shoes at the hotel so now i have blisters and a bum ankle and i'm getting really hungry cuz i skipped eating the whole day (except when i decided to go to jamba, got way lost, finally found it, and then they overcharged me and made my smoothie wrong...blah...i need to send a complaint about that one)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i also made it to the seattle temple, which was pretty, and sat outside and read some BoM and wrote a letter to jac...that was good... and went over to the mccaw, cuz DP said i needed to see it at night with the lights on...unfortunately i saw the lights, but they weren't as cool cuz the fountains weren't on... but now that i'm moving out here i'm sure i can check them out another time! yay! but i'm still hungry...and i'm too tired and sore to go get any food (and too fat for fast food, which is all that would be open now anyway...) and too cheap for room service...&lt;br /&gt;but i think i can hold out until the free breakfast... and i'll give myself a few extra calories for tomorrow since i used less than half of today's... does that count as cheating on a diet? kind of like a cross between bulimia and anorexia...no puking, but you starve one day and splurge the next...hmm... oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4984859233302274030?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4984859233302274030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4984859233302274030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4984859233302274030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4984859233302274030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/06/seattle.html' title='seattle'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1312369188456107237</id><published>2008-05-31T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:48:04.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"my friend"</title><content type='html'>that's what he refers to me as; i heard him say it to someone last night.  so, no DP for me it seems.  cuz there's somebody else who he's dating now.  i wish he'd given me a heads up on that a little earlier, but i suppose i wasn't surprised cuz it's become one of those things that i'm always afraid of, and it seems for good reason.  bummer though, cuz i told him i had a rough week so he called me last night and we talked for like an hour and a half (which is a pretty standard convo time for us) and he told me that he meant all the nice things he said about me and it wasn't like there wasn't potential, he just decided to try something else cuz he knew her better.  i don't know if that's supposed to make me feel better, but if it does then not very much...i finally find somebody who says i'm attractive and means that he actually thinks so and not just that he figures somebody else might and he slips through my fingers.  am i supposed to take this as proof that there are other guys like that out there somewhere?  or should i just remind myself that i'm a total idiot and will always botch every opportunity i ever have?&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm going to seattle for a job interview this week, but instead of being 95% excited to see a boy and 5% excited about the job (and another 100% excited about the prospect of getting the job so i can see the boy on a regular basis), i just kind of wish that i weren't going at all.  except, now i have my grades back and know for sure that i've lost my scholarship and i'll need the job even more, so i'm going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but on the bright side, i think i get to pick my g'ma from the mental health clinic.  they don't allow visitors so i really don't know how she's doing, but i hope she's doing better.  DP says he wants me to tell him how it goes.  why does he have to say it in such a concerned voice?  i guess that's the friendly thing to do, right?  dang him for being so nice to me and making it impossible for me to be angry.  i was the one who got my hopes up, so i only have myself to blame if i'm disappointed now.  i guess it's good that i'm not spending an extra day in seattle with DP cuz then i can just make it a 1-day trip there and back and not leave my g'ma alone at home.  do i actually want the job?  i don't know.  i was determined to take it if i lost my scholarship, but moving all the way out to seattle with just one friend who's just a friend who's already dating somebody else isn't as exciting as the situation i was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;oh well... i guess a friend is better than nothing.  travis said when he broke up with me i was demoted and that now we're only acquaintances cuz i don't qualify as a friend.  that really hurt.  and strangely, it was still really nice and comfortable talking to DP, even after i knew we were just friends, so, yeah...weird... life is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1312369188456107237?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1312369188456107237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=1312369188456107237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1312369188456107237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1312369188456107237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-friend.html' title='&quot;my friend&quot;'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1251630526426389726</id><published>2008-05-15T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:12:23.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bam!</title><content type='html'>new blog design to go with the new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new  me is 7 lbs lighter than she was two weeks ago.  partly due to the fact that the end of law school has allowed me the time and attention to get into my new eating and exercise regimen with renewed vigor; and partly because when i kicked it off i was retaining water like a beast.  gross, i know, but i'm a woman and that's just how it goes sometimes.  i have to live with it, why shouldn't you?  (that was rhetorical, so forget whatever comment you might be coming up with...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is funny.  we all know this.  never goes how you expect.  but i've been having quite a few pleasant surprises lately.  you may notice that along with the revamp i got rid of the quiz about what i'm gonna do if (when) i quit law school.  although i appreciate the suggestions, it seems that the most likely plan is currently: moving to seattle with starting pay double what i'm getting here in spokane.  this will hopefully allow me to hook it up with the person who has recently caused a severe increase in my telephone usage... let's call him "DP."  i'm not sure just yet if he tastes as good as dr.p, but he looks good enough to taste, and i'm planning on gettin it done in the next couple weeks.  ;)  this plan of course means that i have to make it past my next interview with flying colors, but at this point i'm feeling pretty hopeful, since i already passed the prelim evaluation and the skills test... only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime i'm jamba-in' it up at the shadle safeway.  that may not mean much to anyone, but i discovered today that although i have been referring to it derisively as my "crappy back-up" i couldn't help but pitch in and help with some dishes today when i didn't have to and i was freakishly excited to make some customer recommendations... i can't help it.  i'm an official jamba nerd.  unfortunately, the non-real jamba status of this particular location means NO FREE SHIFT MEAL and NO EMPLOYEE DISCOUNT, which was rather disappointing.  did i say rather?  gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still...i'm feeling pretty perky...hence the pink/purple motif i've got goin on here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and shout out to bismark: i was chattin it up with DP the other night and he mentioned that his fancy razor wasn't good enough for him, so he'd given it to a friend, who was taking him to some special shaving place to pay him back.  i thought of you of course.  tried to tell him that i understand shaving fetishes cuz "i have this friend..." but i don't think he believed that i could even begin to understand and just kind of cut me off... i laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1251630526426389726?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1251630526426389726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=1251630526426389726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1251630526426389726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1251630526426389726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/05/bam.html' title='bam!'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-824887837321022872</id><published>2008-05-06T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:39:22.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(empty)</title><content type='html'>cleaned out the trunk of my car... emptiest it's been since i moved here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too bad trav and i don't talk or see each other anymore cuz out of everyone in the world he would be the most excited to see it right now... even more than me! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-824887837321022872?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/824887837321022872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=824887837321022872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/824887837321022872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/824887837321022872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/05/empty.html' title='(empty)'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-9141897043592229725</id><published>2008-04-04T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:14:24.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the state of my social life: a statistical report</title><content type='html'>convenience sample - male facebook friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n=180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q1&lt;br /&gt;"interested in"&lt;br /&gt;men: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q2-6&lt;br /&gt;"relationship status"&lt;br /&gt;married: 40&lt;br /&gt;engaged: 13&lt;br /&gt;in relationship: 30&lt;br /&gt;single: 67&lt;br /&gt;null: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if q1-4=1 removed from sample; n=96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q7-9&lt;br /&gt;"looking for"&lt;br /&gt;dating: 23&lt;br /&gt;a relationship: 21&lt;br /&gt;whatever i can get: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if q7-9=0 removed from sample; n=30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q10-12&lt;br /&gt;realistically probable i would respond favorably to date invitation: 12&lt;br /&gt;realistically probable i will see this person again before i die: 5&lt;br /&gt;already explicitly informed me he will not date me: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if q10-11=0 or q12=1 removed from sample; n=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: i should propose to elliot before one of those byu-i girls does it first...haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-9141897043592229725?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/9141897043592229725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-8161282872260070000</id><published>2008-04-03T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:29:26.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a utard</title><content type='html'>i know, i'm wondering the same thing: how could this have happened?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moved to utah to go to the Y: august 2000&lt;br /&gt;graduated from the Y: april 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lived and worked in utah for 16 mos after graduation, during which time i:&lt;br /&gt;forgot to renew my michigan DL at home, so got a utah DL: january 2007&lt;br /&gt;bought a car in utah, partially paid for by a loan from a local, utah credit union, licensed, registered, and insured in utah: april 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moved to washington to go to grad school: august 2007&lt;br /&gt;realized that my registration expired in april 2008: march 31, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was planning on waiting until my registration was about to expire and then switch it over to WA, but realized that i'd also have to get a DL here and probably switch my insurance and everything too...such a pain!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT they probably already sent my renewal packet to my old apartment in provo...and in order to renew in UT i need the UTAH safety/emissions inspections which i can only get IN UTAH...  i suspect i may be able to get an extension since i'm out of state, but by the time i get out of class the DMV is already closed (it's an hour later there) and neither the online information nor the touchtone menu cover these types of issues... gah!  frustrating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-8161282872260070000?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-3273801262570234754</id><published>2008-04-01T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:41:20.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheerfuller</title><content type='html'>so, it's been a couple weeks.  guess i had to let the drama settle.&lt;br /&gt;i did cry today, but it was understandable and about school drama, not a boy...well, it was about the school drama that came about as a result of boy drama, so really it was about the boy... but now both of them are done and i feel good.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to my buddy calvin on facebook, and i think it's pretty representative of my new, less depressed self:&lt;br /&gt;"blllaaaah...penguin. yay. boys...um...blah.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had a good refreshing beverage in a while, but i had some lemonade that was okay even though it was ghetto from concentrate&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day, and it was sunshine-y and i got a nice email from a nice boy, and no one played any tricks on me except rex sent me a penguin too, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;:D"&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah...happy april fools day!&lt;br /&gt;can you say that? is it supposed to be a happy day or a mean one?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i was almost going to call the nasty boy today.  i needed someone to talk to the drama about and he seemed like the most reasonable person since he knows about it.  but luckily one of my real friends asked me about it first so i didn't have to.  that was nice.  i have a good friend.  even if he thinks he's a bum and tells me i should slap him if ever we meet again.  i might, but it would be a friendly slap.  haha.  i'm being goofy.  at least i'm not a psycho-crying mess like i have been on-and-off a lot lately.  yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2584064378280862399</id><published>2008-03-18T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:04:57.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheerful by day, tearful by night</title><content type='html'>"i'm still in danger of some drama-trauma relapses, and possible sudden cry-bouts and massive self-esteem deficits"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being alone, and at night i always am...i talked to my friend calvin on the phone for about an hour, and then chatted with ryan again for maybe 30 min... sigh... but i find that i can't keep myself focused on much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i never do well with the whole "closure" thing.  that saying about God closing a door and opening a window might sound nice, but i find that i'm the kind of person who has a tendency to lay in front of the door wailing and pounding for an excessive period of time.  how childish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first year of law school is turning out to be the most difficult and traumatic of my life, and it really didn't have anything to do with my classes.  still, i'm seriously questioning the wisdom of this life path.  how can i do well in school when i'm too upset about everything else to care?  i'd rather sit here and write stupid, depressing analogies than do my homework, and i've spent my whole life doing homework.  yeah.  that's a bad sign.  that's what DeeDee would call "the done sign" and i don't have an escape window to crawl out of if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i went running tonight too.  i'm proud of that.  well, jogging.  the asthma usually sets in pretty well after the first few minutes so even that leaves me pretty light-headed by the time i get home.  i'm glad the snow finally melted.  i need some workable goals to help me feel less lost and empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2584064378280862399?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2584064378280862399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2584064378280862399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2584064378280862399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2584064378280862399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheerful-by-day-tearful-by-night.html' title='cheerful by day, tearful by night'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2957033168525940982</id><published>2008-03-17T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:08:47.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the morning after...</title><content type='html'>...a night of major life-altering drama is always interesting.  you wake up with a bit of a headache, and realize that maybe a new world isn't so scary after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took sam to the airport.  that was a bummer, but i am soooo thankful that she was here this week.  it was so much fun being here with her, and she really helped me remember who i am and go do some things that i needed to do.  it will be hard to deal with the aftermath without her, but i'm a grownup, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jamba this morning.  got the favorite pink star: no soy sub low-cal base no sorbet light froyo sub pine sub strawb extra strawb 2 cups...so delicious.  and the chick wants me to work there...she even got my name and number.  i could use some extra cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with my mom on the phone a bit.  that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am at school way in the AM.  i need to catch up on the work i wasn't doing while i was playing with sammie.  i haven't been at school this early since...um...orientation? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...i'm feeling pretty good right now.  but i know i need to be careful, cuz the excited-slash-pissed-off thing can never really be sustained 24/7 and so i'm still in danger of some drama-trauma relapses, and possible sudden cry-bouts and massive self-esteem deficits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! today is the 40th day, and although i didn't meet the exact terms of my goal, i think i managed an acceptable alternative, consisting of (1) massive bridge-burning ceremony with some necessary but cruel honesty, and (2) some raft-building which should help sustain me until i find some good bridge-building materials.  to be precise, i ended the lingering travis-issue, and i already have two dates set up with two different guys.  bam.  feeling...well...good?  meh...as well as can be expected...and maybe even a little better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2957033168525940982?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2957033168525940982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2957033168525940982' 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was creating this analogy, and i realized that it's perfect, cuz now it's technically monday, so it's st. partick's day.  here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i found a rainbow and i was trying to follow it to a pot of gold, and when i finally got to the end it was just a little handful of brown stuff covered in yellow foil.  and then i went to take a bite and the brown stuff turned out to be dog crap instead of chocolate.  because apparently it wasn't a rainbow at all.  it was just a mirage.  but neither exists anyway...just a trick of the light... and i was definitely blinded by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realizing the truth...or rather, forcing yourself to stop running away from it... is strangely exhilarating... like skydiving.  you'll never feel freer...you can scream to the sky everything that you've had pent up inside you, everything that's been whirling around in your mind and heart, both of which were long since broken; because you know it's the end and in a second you'll hit the bottom and it will all be over. because, unfortunately, sometimes the screaming was just because you realized that the person who was supposed to be loving and protecting you had actually handed you an empty backpack without a parachute, and the truth you're finally facing turns out to be the realization of all your worst nightmares, and when you wake up you aren't dead and instead of just the pain of a broken mind and heart, you have a broken body too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your friends tell you you're brave and you agree and say how happy you are to have it over with, and how great it felt to jump and be free.  sadly, that plane and that person were your world and now you're lying in a field somewhere you don't even recognize, not knowing which way to go, and wondering if it even matters.  but you have a vague hope that somewhere out there is someone else who can make your life worth living, so you just have to get up and keep walking around on your broken legs, holding your broken head with your broken hands, and the bloody trail left by your broken heart leaves you wondering how long you can possibly make it alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofia says i'm melodramatic... and she's obviously right.  but hey, that's me.  it's funny how a person can tell you, even as he's pushing you out of his plane, that you need to be yourself.  and how come they let you get in the plane in the first place?  that's a dirty rotten trick.  if you aren't interested in running the whole marathon, you should enter a shorter race, and if you realize you can't finish whichever one you started, then don't pretend that you're training to try again unless you mean it.  nobody likes a quitter, but don't pretend to stop and take a breather and send your running buddy ahead if you're just going to try and sneak away.  at least be man enough to call yourself a crappy quitter and send your buddy home too instead of letting them waste time and effort on someone who obviously wasn't worth it to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinly veiled i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's the same headache i've had for the past four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones that originate in my heart never seem to fade as quickly as i'd like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-844778403021396126?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/844778403021396126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=844778403021396126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/844778403021396126'/><link 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with some friends for a couple days, but i ventured back tonight, and as soon as i walked in the door i wished that i hadn't.  she's worse than before, although not as bad as i've seen her.  she's got about three sewing projects going, some painting, watching a movie starring steven seagal (her supposed husband...ha!), designing me a suit (please, God, don't let her get anywhere near my clothes), looking for jobs online (but she can't even set up her own email address?), and decided that she should cook everything in the refrigerator.  when i walked in she was on the phone with the mother of her son's girlfriend.  she told her she was trying to get in touch with him, and that she'd been leaving him three messages a day and was just wondering where he was as he hadn't called back yet.  i don't blame him.  she called me at least five times yesterday and i didn't call back either.  i'm glad i'm not her kid.  she tells everyone i am, but i'm glad that i'm not really.  now i'm going to hide in my room and pretend to be asleep and maybe she'll leave me alone.  i hope.  ugh...and i hope she really isn't expecting me to drive her around tomorrow.  hopefully i can sneak out when she goes to sleep...if she goes to sleep...she might not...dang it... this is like working in an asylum, but i don't even get paid, and i can't go home at night because this is where i live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-7224875097924234962?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7224875097924234962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=7224875097924234962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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book you wouldn't read&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been happier lately.  i'm finally starting to feel like my life is worth living again...today when class was out i was so excited that it's spring break and i have some time to finally get things together and sort things out...clean out my room, and my car...my mind and my heart...  but sometimes i feel like i'm just fooling myself.  it's hard not to give up on now and try to live for the future, but i think that's what i usually do, and the problem with that is that whatever it is i'm waiting for never seems to come.  so i try to be happy with now, and sometimes it's okay, but other times it's just hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can you tell why my intentions always wind up near misses...&lt;br /&gt;there's the promise and the shell of great beginnings seldom finished&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend was all upset because this guy she kind of dated just got engaged, and so i was going to go over and cheer her up, but then this guy that she's been hanging out with was going to come over, so she didn't need me anymore.  i tried to call some other people and find something to do, but it didn't really work, and so here i am at home alone again.  i don't mind being alone.  i don't mind when people have other things to do.  i'm not so egotistical as to think that i'm everyone's best friend and first priority.  but i do feel like crap when people who i think are my friends ignore me on purpose and can't even bother to tell me they have better things to do.  that hurts.  i hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's citrus groves where no one knows the fruit of truth from evil&lt;br /&gt;and a long walk on a short pier means nothing more than swimming here&lt;br /&gt;there's an end but we don't get to choose. we can only lose.&lt;br /&gt;if i cried a river just for you&lt;br /&gt;would you swim in it some sunny afternoon?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.  tomorrow's another day, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4362471874280374147?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4362471874280374147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4362471874280374147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4362471874280374147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4362471874280374147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-you-keep-believing-then-ill-keep-on.html' title='&lt;i&gt;if you keep believing then i&apos;ll keep on being&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-8193093703409711327</id><published>2008-03-03T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:00:09.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>i decided that i should share some of my reading notes...or, rather, that i'd find a place for things that i like, but that don't really belong in my notes...  basically a place for some of my favorite quotes from the cases i read for school...i'm starting out with one that i think is kind of funny, but hopefully i'll find some important and inspiring stuff to share too.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here it is: &lt;a href="http://legalesebrunette.blogspot.com"&gt;legalese&lt;/a&gt;, and yes, the address is a horrible pun, but hey, what would law school, or life, be without some dumb jokes,  right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-8193093703409711327?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8193093703409711327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=8193093703409711327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8193093703409711327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8193093703409711327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-7664439820713209386</id><published>2008-03-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:55:30.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>defrag</title><content type='html'>i'm cleaning and defragmenting my HD, which i realize is kind of the theme of my life right now.  midterms kind of got me freaking out last week, but i think it was okay because i used it as motivation to be productive rather than...well, sleeping 16 hours a day to escape the pressures of life or something...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really though, i managed to get (and so far, stay) more ahead of my daily homework than normal, and i'm starting to get to sleep a bit earlier, and wake up a bit earlier, and i even got up and paid some bills and stuff before school today and wasn't rushing around to make it to school like usual.  and a few days ago i found this &lt;a href="http://www.xemico.com/adc/"&gt;desktop calendar&lt;/a&gt; that i'm really liking and i feel like my life is starting to get more organized.  for a long time school and my attempts at a social life have been vying for predominance in my life, basically at the expense of most any and everything else.  but, that's going to change...or at least, i'm trying to make some progress toward actually doing all those things that i'm constantly making mental notes about but never actually following through, mainly just cleaning out my car and my room...now if only it weren't all yucky and rainy outside...maybe i'll do the room tonight, and save the car for another day... haha... procrastination is a hard habit to break, but hey! i don't have to do everything at once, right? as long as i'm moving in the right direction...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"[perfection] tomorrow, because today is almost over"...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-7664439820713209386?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7664439820713209386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=7664439820713209386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/7664439820713209386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/7664439820713209386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/03/defrag.html' title='defrag'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1102414213419036427</id><published>2008-02-27T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:35:02.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shenanigan's</title><content type='html'>that is where i am not. instead i am in the library with my bluebook. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the midterm today pretty much sucked, and kind of brought back some bad memories from finals time that just generally made me more anxious than i would otherwise have been. so, although i kind of wish i'd gone to party with the girls, i kind of just didn't feel like being fun.  but, i'm not going to wallow, i'm just going to work.  i need to go to that stupid research training thing still and i want to go to institute tomorrow, so that means i can't procrastinate LRW; and farid sent us a practice exam question to do for class tomorrow.  ha! just what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back hurts. maybe i should see if i can finally get myself to the chiropractor this weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1102414213419036427?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1102414213419036427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=1102414213419036427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1102414213419036427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1102414213419036427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/02/shenanigans.html' title='shenanigan&apos;s'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-7445931718242983683</id><published>2008-02-25T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:34:31.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the yuck of the irish</title><content type='html'>my house smells like corned beef and cabbage, and it's kind of gross.  that's what we had for dinner (we = me, g'ma, and my two aunts who are staying with us right now...but one of them thinks i'm my mom, so that's funny...haha!)&lt;br /&gt;apparently around st. patrick's day is the only time you can really buy it, so g'ma says she makes it once a year.  that's good.  i don't think i'd want it more than that.  but the carrots and potatoes were good.  g'ma teases me for liking vegetables more than meat.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;but, dang, she totally redeemed herself when she broke out the home-canned pears for dessert.  so yummy.  mmm...&lt;div 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irish'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2748867749773090320</id><published>2008-02-20T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:37:03.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to shiv, and other shiz</title><content type='html'>i love you. you can always be my valentine. 'member that last time we hung out at the ghetto-wood not-so-ghetto-anymore clubhouse and laid on the giant beanbags gabbing for ever so long but still not long enough? sigh...heavenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, today was day #2 of the office marathon at the JJs, and it was great. i finished a crochet project as well. yes, i do have a lot of work at school, but i put in a lot of hours over the long weekend to get ahead and have been consistently staying at the library until at least 7 every day (even holidays, as alluded to in my last post) so i feel justified in a bit of relaxation to keep myself from having a total spaz attack...since i'm in the middle of a minor meltdown lately as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, on a better note: morning prayers.  remembered today.  i've traditionally been pretty good at the scriptures and evening prayers, but i'm really not a morning person. remembering where i am and what day it is can be hard, but dang it, those morning ones always escape me.  but hey, maybe i'm finally starting to get to be a better person or something.  probably just "something"...like, i'm having a minor meltdown and know that i need a lot of help just to get out of bed and pretend i still want to be alive.  that's morbid.  just pretend i stopped at the better person idea.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to a lot of classical music again lately.  not sure why exactly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2748867749773090320?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2748867749773090320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2748867749773090320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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school, there was one other person that i saw when i left the library last night;  so, close, but not quite.  yeah, apparently other people have things to do on valentine's day...haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4642110633297777421?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4642110633297777421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4642110633297777421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4642110633297777421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4642110633297777421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-quite.html' title='not quite'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1814157115497971095</id><published>2008-02-14T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:31:25.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love bucket</title><content type='html'>some of you are familiar with this concept (which i have &lt;a href="http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/06/romantic-ideal.html"&gt;mentioned before&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, some of you may know malorie, my former jamba-buddy, roommate, and all-around cool girl, who uses "lovebucket" as a common term of endearment (for completely unrelated and unknowable reasons, but worth mentioning just because i think it's funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often i prefer to refer to today as "singles awareness day" but i must admit that i don't really hate valentine's day, i just hate not having a valentine.  i like telling people that i care about them, and i like the idea of valentine's day, and i find that no matter how many times i dump my bucket of love over someone's head only to have him run away, a bucket of love is kind of like the biblical cruse of oil...always full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, although i'm a little disappointed that i still haven't found anyone who wants my bucket, i'm just going to keep carrying it around, and if you ever need me to share a bit with you, just say the word, cuz there's plenty to go around! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1814157115497971095?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2435111565820573138</id><published>2008-02-11T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:16:46.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>girly</title><content type='html'>well, i'm obviously not a guy, but sometimes i wonder how good i am at being a girl...&lt;br /&gt;like, i have girl friends that i get along with and understand, but sometimes i'm forced to realize that there's this separate girl-culture that i'm not a part of...&lt;br /&gt;i know, that sounds like some serious in-group/out-group bias, which is probably not very Christlike, but really...i try to be hygenic and avoid dressing too sloppily or like a pioneer or whatever, and generally i think i have passable social skills. sometimes i talk too much or too loudly or veer into questionable topics, but i'm generally friendly and entertaining. when i was younger i was pretty dorky and shy, but i feel like i've made decent progress over the last 10 years or so and managed to pull myself into the mainstream population.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i always seem to be confronted by the fact that there is this whole other breed of females, often resented by women and idolized by men, and i'm afraid that this distinction is perhaps the cause of my life's major woes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example 1: my empty-handedness at the end of the friday night institute activity&lt;br /&gt;example 2: the obvious disparity between myself and the preferred "ex"&lt;br /&gt;example 3: the confusion of the bishops of every singles ward i attend at my lack of dating history (and my inability to be satisfactory to the guys they then throw my way)&lt;br /&gt;example 4: my inability to properly advise my guy-friends about girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact is, there are a whole bunch of very attractive, highly-fashionable, confident women out there who just have something that i don't. moreover, my lack of having those things makes me completely unable to interact with or understand these women. furthermore, this is what most young LDS guys seem to be looking for: trophy-wives. i'd be a great wife and a great mom, but i'm not worth fighting over or showing off, and i guess that's why i've been sitting here on the shelf so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno...i always thought it was better to be a "real" person who was too busy with meaningful life pursuits to be overly concerned with looks and fads, but i wonder if this isn't maybe just some type of rationalization... i didn't want to be a "sell-out", but maybe i should realize that what i've been labeling as silly and "shallow" is just reality and if i want to win at life then i have to play the game like everybody else... &lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm not as noble as i pretend to be...i'm probably just as shallow as everyone else, but i know i can't compete so i'm "self-handicapping" by pretending that i don't want to be like those other girls when the truth is: i'd love to be beautiful and chic and treat people like crap just because i know i can get away with it; then maybe i'd be the heartbreaker instead of the heartbroken for once...haha...oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2435111565820573138?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2435111565820573138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2435111565820573138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2435111565820573138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2435111565820573138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/02/girly.html' title='girly'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-6913382117851983636</id><published>2008-02-06T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:03:19.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ash wednesday</title><content type='html'>sometimes i forget i go to a catholic school, but it's kind of hard to miss  people walking around with ashy, black crosses on their foreheads.  it seems that the catholic church now recommends that you do something proactive for lent, rather than just committing yourself not to do something.  i think i'm going to try it.  in fact, this seems like a good time to nail down my new year's resolutions, which i often put off until my birthday.  (yes, i'm so self-centered that i prefer to count years by my age rather than just the calendar...)&lt;br /&gt;this may seem silly, but my proactive-lent commitment is that within the next 40 days i will go on a date with a boy...this of course will hopefully involve being asked, but if i can't manage that (which is vastly likely) then i guess i'll just have to suck it up and do it myself.  this might seem like a silly thing, but with the half-hearted decisions i keep almost making in this area lately i think it is necessary.  i'm not very good at burning bridges, so i think things will be better if i just start building some new ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-6913382117851983636?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6913382117851983636/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-6203480323499238640</id><published>2008-02-04T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:06:36.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day of birth</title><content type='html'>there was a note from my g-ma on the counter this morning saying she had to take a friend somewhere but would be back tomorrow night, and she was sorry she wouldn't get to see me on my birthday.  but, i figured that would be okay cuz jody and i had been plotting a way for me to try and get some stuff going with this one guy and having the house to myself might work out nicely.  i wore my favorite sweater, and my birthday necklace (someone got me a present!), but i didn't do my hair so i think i kind of looked ugly.  oh well.  i skipped my first class and went to lunch with jody, and then after school i stayed at the library for a while.  i had a couple messages, one from my old roommate sam and one from my sister nicole and called them back in the car on my way to FHE.  i called my parents cuz i hadn't heard from them yet and it was getting late.  my dad gave me some news from my ward at home, and asked my mom if she wanted to talk, but she was tired and going to bed.  yeah...my own parents forgot it was my birthday.  oh well, they might remember tomorrow or something maybe.  i didn't remind them, cuz it seems like a weird thing to point out to parents...  went to FHE and tried to pull some tricks with that guy, but he was sweaty and went home to take a shower, but would maybe come by and hang out...i waited for a couple hours, but finally gave up.  i feel kind of funny cuz i took lots of medicine for my back today but didn't eat much and it still kind of hurt anyway... but i should be getting some better painkillers tomorrow i think...&lt;br /&gt;it's good that i have facebook cuz having like 30 people say happy birthday virtually almost makes up for your own parents forgetting...and i finally got a letter back from my sister in the mtc, so that was a good present.  so, yeah...sigh...i'm cold...and feeling a little lonely in my empty house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-6203480323499238640?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6203480323499238640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=6203480323499238640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6203480323499238640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6203480323499238640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-of-birth.html' title='day of birth'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-6594503148302145742</id><published>2008-02-03T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:27:23.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brokeback hill</title><content type='html'>went sledding yesterday, and of course i just had to be the one who got hurt.  yet again it seems i have an unavoidable propensity for injury... that combination of hearing and feeling your skeletal structure shift in that kind of abrupt and painful way would be a rather singular experience, except that it's happened to me before...but then i had parents to take me to the chiropractor and health insurance, and now i don't.  getting out of bed was torture, as was sitting through church, fighting the urge to crawl on the floor and lay down under the pew...i skipped out on sunday school to lay on the couch in the hallway...i was so happy to get home, heat up my rice sock (thank you kennarae!) and have been laying here for about four hours now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking forward to tomorrow.  the chairs at school are really uncomfortable to begin with, but with my back like this i'm dreading school tomorrow. i think i might cry just thinking about it...oh wait, i already did...yay...happy birthday to me...&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, i have some good friends, and got a couple of really sweet presents. thanks guys. life's rough, so it's good to have those little things that remind you that it isn't always as bad as it seems...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-6594503148302145742?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6594503148302145742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=6594503148302145742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6594503148302145742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6594503148302145742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/02/brokeback-hill.html' title='brokeback hill'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-7611146733037053681</id><published>2008-01-30T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:03:41.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dizzy up the girl</title><content type='html'>yesterday i wasn't feeling very well in the evening and took a nap in the middle of studying cuz my head hurt and i couldn't focus...sometimes when i don't sleep or eat enough i get really dizzy...my vision goes funny and it's like i'm in an earthquake, only not really...that's kind of how i feel now...i don't know why universities don't have "rest areas"...i know i would be a much more productive student if there were somewhere on campus that i could go and rest and take a nap or something.  seriously...at least at byu they had "mothers" areas in the ladies rooms...after a while they started putting up signs about no napping in those, but dang...i logged a lot of hours between classes on various couches around campus.  seriously, though, it seems like a healthier option than popping excedrins all the time...if i had more money i'd go get a massage or something...anyway, i told myself that i'm going to be in the library for 3 hours...if i could get the type to stay still on the page i'm sure it would be more well spent, but hey, gotta work with whatever you got, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...side note...someone mentioned today that i'm sarcastic.  i guess i knew that, so it didn't really surprise me...but i suppose i just didn't realize that other people notice; like, people that i don't know very well...hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1070175366250952002</id><published>2008-01-29T16:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:52:56.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>g'ma</title><content type='html'>check it! scroll about 1/2 down and the lady in the mickey mouse shirt is my g'ma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.semissourian.com/story/1296185.html"&gt;http://www.semissourian.com/story/1296185.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1070175366250952002?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1070175366250952002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=1070175366250952002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1070175366250952002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1070175366250952002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/01/gma_29.html' title='g&apos;ma'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4846924534404503509</id><published>2008-01-28T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:45:55.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: emergency school closure</title><content type='html'>"This email is being sent per authorization from Dean Martin. All Law School classes for Monday, January 28, 2008, have been canceled and the Law School itself will be closed. Please do not come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Law School will also close today, Sunday, January 27, at 3:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all who need to get out, please drive safely.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good that my whole weekend was so messed, that i didn't get this until i'd already hacked out my ice-encased car and driven all the way down there on monday afternoon, but i had to sit in my car and use the school wireless to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quila was meeting me at my house, and then we were going to go down and sleep over at jaime's and go wedding shopping in the morning.  i heard a car pull up and somebody opened the door, but instead of quila, it was my "crazy" bi-polar aunt mary.  yeah, the one i tell stories about who dyed her hair green, tried to kidnap my sister once, and most recently has been on the run in california since she got in trouble for running over a cop's foot after she was involved in a police chase.  yeah.  so i was pretty...um...excited?...to see her at the door...she commenced her mile a minute yelling-crying-swearing tirade about things which largely are not real, and after calling my parents, and warning quila by text message, decided it was real lucky i wasn't planning on spending the night at home since g'ma was still in idaho, and being there alone with mary isn't a good idea.  so i grabbed some pj's and anything of value that might not be safe at home with her, locked my room, and hi-tailed it outta there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snowing.  all day.  went shopping.  bought some cute jeans.  quila tried on a wedding dress.  we spent more time looking at lingerie though.  travis called and invited us over to his place to watch a movie.  tried to invite some boys but none of them could come.  bummer.  had to stop by my house to get clothes for church and other essentials that i'd forgotten in my haste the night before, since i wasn't staying there at night with mary and g'ma wasn't back yet.  when i got there my uncle buster was there.  *phew* he said that he'd make sure she was taken to the hospital, willingly or otherwise=cops.  got out quick, went to travis's and had fun, then over to sleep at jaime's again.  nice to have somewhere to go, but no internet still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still snowing.  got three calls that church was cancelled.  the whole stake actually.  then travis called and said his other ex-girlfriend wanted to know if i would tutor her in english grammar (she's only lived in the states a couple years).  mildly awkward, and his signal was bad and we were playing phone tag for a bit.  i told him i would, but didn't know if i could, or what i'd teach her.  he said not to worry about it.  and then texted saying sorry for asking and that &lt;i&gt;she hopes there aren't any hard feelings between you two&lt;/i&gt;.  of course there aren't.  i barely know her, and haven't i always tried to be nice?  he didn't say anything back.  why do i always end up looking like the bad guy?  mom called to say mary was safely back at the hospital, but i wasn't about to go home with two feet of snow on the roads when i live out in the boondocks, or getting to school in the morning would be awful.  so, chilled at jaime's.  jody made it home from oregon; only took 11 hours (instead of the normal 5-6).  then we each got about 10 text messages and/or phone calls about pres. hinckley passing away.  watched a random bollywood movie--who knew indian guys could be hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally stopped snowing.  but my car was encased.  got the snow and ice off the windows, but didn't bother with the hood or roof cuz i didn't want to be late for school.  managed to pull up in the parking lot 2 minutes before class started.  no one else was here though.  pulled out the laptop and saw the fun email.  would have been nice to know that, but i couldn't get a signal on the wireless, or even the medianet on my phone to connect all weekend.  oh look, professor morrissey just pulled up next to me.  he's 40 minutes late for class.  haha.  well, i guess i'll go home and study.  got a couple free hours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is in a week, so i really hope that next weekend is a little better, cuz i don't know if i could handle this kind of drama two weeks in a row...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4846924534404503509?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4846924534404503509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4846924534404503509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4846924534404503509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4846924534404503509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/01/emergency-school-closure.html' title='re: emergency school closure'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4215859026429890904</id><published>2008-01-23T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:06:07.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"virgin dream"</title><content type='html'>that was the theme song of the movie i just finished semi-watching.  i say "semi-" because it was so obnoxious that i couldn't really give it my full attention.  dumb song too...something about love being a game you can't win.  blah.  if i had to place it in a genre, i would say it was the movie version of a man's attempt at a romance novel -- stupid plot with horrible dialogue; depressing, anticlimactic and un-romantic ending; lots of blood and even more boobs.  uh, yeah...yay for the 80s... why does my g-ma own this?  has she watched it?  weird. (http://imdb.com/title/tt0102640/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely unrelated topic, yet somehow fitting perfectly under this title: my friend shannon and i found that we agree on yet another important viewpoint - if we were catholic we'd give up and join a convent, because if we're cursed to live single and therefore celibate (due to our religious beliefs) we may as well have a greater cause or commitment to it -- it might be easier if we felt like we had chosen it for some higher purpose, rather than just the fact that we can't get a guy to marry us.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...but i'm not catholic, so i guess i'm just going to have to get married...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4215859026429890904?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4215859026429890904/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4435458538256637344</id><published>2008-01-21T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:06:39.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ex-man</title><content type='html'>i was driving to a fireside tonight and i decided that if i could pick a super-power it would be to be able to sense the emotions of the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;i used to think that invisibility or telepathy would be the most useful, and if i were extra-super cool then i would happily add one or both of those to the mix, but to be able to feel would be the best.  you'd know who needed your help and if you actually made some kind of difference.   you'd know if when someone said they were "fine" or "just tired" if they really meant it, or if they were hiding some terrible hurt that they thought no one could understand.  you could see through all the words and actions that people hide behind, all the sarcasm and jokes and half-truths.  no more asking important questions and being sidestepped, because you wouldn't have to ask: "are we really friends," "am i wasting my/your time," or "do you mind if...that...when...how..."  less misunderstanding, less wondering, less loose ends.  i feel like my life has too many unanswered questions, but if i have to go on living without asking them or without having them properly answered, it would be so much easier if i could just feel a little bit more clearly...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it wouldn't matter...because how would i ever separate them from my own?  maybe that's the whole problem...if i don't trust my own feelings, how much good would it be to understand anyone else's?&lt;br /&gt;haha...once again, i've overridden my own answers with another pile of questions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2097835718383840282</id><published>2008-01-19T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:11:41.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hillary</title><content type='html'>quote from g'ma: "i think she's a cold tomato...that's why her husband was messing around with other women...she's a cold, hard tomato."&lt;br /&gt;haha!  that was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2097835718383840282?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2097835718383840282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>old people are crazy</title><content type='html'>okay, not all of them, but sometimes i think my g'ma and her friends must be cuz she's always saying such crazy things.  apparently her friend told her once, and she completely agrees, that the education they got coming out of 8th grade back in the day (like the 30s?) is as good or better than kids coming out of high school now.  seriously?  are you kidding me?  all i said was, oh, well, grandma, did you take calculus and physics in 8th grade?  cuz that's what i did in high school...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...obviously there are problems with education...there are lots of problems in the world...but don't go telling me that it's so much worse now than it ever has been...problems might change, but they never go away...that's just life...  oh well...maybe in 2050 i'll be saying the same stuff to my grandkids...ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-5614536632348075959</id><published>2008-01-12T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:41:39.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i don't know anybody...</title><content type='html'>old people can be so funny.  in case you miss my crazy g-ma stories, here's a great one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, she was looking at her phone bill.  first, i should point out that instead of having regular long distance she uses one of those 10-10-whatever numbers...so, she gets a separate bill, which shows each of her calls for the month, all, oh 6-8 of them...and she's looking at them, and insists that some of these numbers are to cities where she doesn't know anybody and she's going to call the company because she hasn't made those calls and something fishy is going on...&lt;br /&gt;haha...yes, g-ma, the phone company wants to cheat you out of those 75 cents...&lt;br /&gt;so, i tell her we should just look up the numbers and see who they are...yay for reverse lookup online...and of course they're all people who she knows and now remembers having called...except for this one number which she's called 3 times in the last 2 months, which is apparently in idaho and she doesn't know anybody or would have called anywhere there...and the number's unlisted, so i don't know who it is either...we look up and down g-ma's phone list and can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;finally i get my cell phone and tell her that it's free cuz it's saturday, so just call it and see who it is, and *miracle*: "who is this" "it's mary" "mary my daughter?" yep...aunt mary...whose cell phone number is written randomly in the corner on the BACK of the list...yeah...haha...but aunt may sounds good, so that's cool...haha...i laughed.  good times.&lt;br /&gt;but, i bet if g-ma had called up the company and insisted that she didn't know who that call was to, they might have just given her the 75 cents. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-5614536632348075959?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5614536632348075959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=5614536632348075959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/5614536632348075959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/5614536632348075959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/01/but-i-dont-know-anybody.html' title='but i don&apos;t know anybody...'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-3035920374625529939</id><published>2008-01-10T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:23:15.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>multiple choice: the arts of second-guessing and best-guessing</title><content type='html'>they say that on tests you should go with your first impression.  i don't know who "they" are exactly, but you should listen because "they" are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going over my contracts exam today, which i was expecting to be one of my best and turned out to be by far my worst, i discovered that the one answer on my scantron sheet that clearly had an erased answer--the one i erased was the right one.  and comparing with the grade distribution, i realized that if i hadn't changed my answer it would have been a whole grade step up.  (like C+ to B-) grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i've heard that, when in doubt on multiple choice, guess "C".  also true.  if, on all the ones i got wrong, i had put "C", i would have been 3 grades higher... (like B- to A-) grr again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, never underestimate the importance of multiple choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-3035920374625529939?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3035920374625529939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=3035920374625529939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/3035920374625529939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/3035920374625529939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/01/multiple-choice-arts-of-second-guessing.html' title='multiple choice: the arts of second-guessing and best-guessing'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-6702596911317894994</id><published>2008-01-08T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:33:02.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>in spokane, and school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly, i'm feeling like my old happy self again.  the past...gosh...almost two months now i guess...i've kind of been a mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just learned something though - there is something really satisfying in the knowledge that you've overcome a trial.  but, i don't mean the ability to wait it out or fix it: what i mean is that if you can find happiness even when you're still in the middle of the trial, somehow that kind of happiness is so much more fulfilling than being happy any other time.  it's because you know that it's the kind of happiness that comes from faith and hope in God and not just because good things are happening to you.  haha...i suppose the truth is that good things are always happening, and so are bad things, but when you learn to be happy in spite of all the things that are happening, even when the bad ones are still really bad, it sets you free from those things and events in a completely different way.  hmm...am i making sense?  haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i guess that's a lesson that you keep learning and re-learning all though life.  i suppose each time the trial just gets harder, but then when you pull out of the muck and rise above it you've grown a little more...and i guess that's what life's about, huh?  oh my...i wonder what other beautiful trials i have to look forward to...oh my!  but i guess the blessings are better too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i spent too much time chatting online tonight when i should have been studying more, but i'm feeling really great right now, and i just wanted to spread a little of that around...  (especially since i've sort of been acting rather eyore-ish lately...little stormcloud over my head...so, i feel like i need to make up for it a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...time to continue the self-makeover with some yoga and scriptures!  g'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-6702596911317894994?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6702596911317894994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=6702596911317894994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6702596911317894994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6702596911317894994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2339410443270847037</id><published>2008-01-01T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:38:31.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolute:</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. firmly resolved or determined; set in purpose or opinion.&lt;br /&gt;2. characterized by firmness and determination, as the temper, spirit, actions, etc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't really thought that much about setting any new year's resolutions, until i talked to bismark today.  generally, i think that a goal ought to be really specific and include a plan for how to accomplish it. but, the next few weeks could result in some drastic changes in my life and i have no idea how it's going to turn out, so i feel like i don't even know what i'd be making resolutions about.  but, talking to bismark i realized that looking back at the past year and evaluating my progress is as important, if not more, than making plans for this next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... recap of 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini theatre career: pirates of penzance, and hello dolly; tons of work, but a lot of fun and good memories too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving to spokane: crazy! but i'm adjusting and i feel a lot more grown-up and independent and self confident...even  if there is a certain amount of loneliness that comes with independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first boyfriend: amazing and exciting, and so much better than i ever imagined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first breakup: horrific and depressing, and so much worse than i ever imagined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a semester in law school: worked my butt off, and learned more than i thought was possible in such a short amount of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;general life lessons: sometimes you can go into a situation with the best of intentions, and think that you're trying your hardest and doing the best that is humanly possible, but without the right perspective you can still end up making really stupid mistakes that cost you way more than you even thought was at stake.  and then all you can do is pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and try not to do it again, even though you know that most of the time you really have no idea what's going on and so you're still going to do plenty of stupid things in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... for now i've decided that this year i'm going to make one resolution...(and when i get some of the logistics of my life worked out then i'll set some more specific goals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I resolve that&lt;/b&gt; I will try to focus more on what my Heavenly Father thinks about me, and less about what I think other people think about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that is a good place to start, don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2339410443270847037?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2339410443270847037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2339410443270847037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2339410443270847037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2339410443270847037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolute.html' title='resolute:'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-6748198778414990228</id><published>2008-01-01T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:30:00.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snowed out</title><content type='html'>got a good workout today shoveling snow.  and of course the whole time it's still kind of snowing, and then as soon as i get my tired, sweaty self back inside it starts snowing again for real...but, at least dad could get the car out to go to the drug store... so, maybe i'll be getting another snow workout tomorrow morning too!  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-6748198778414990228?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6748198778414990228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=6748198778414990228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6748198778414990228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6748198778414990228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/01/snowed-out.html' title='snowed out'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-412786257790204265</id><published>2008-01-01T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:29:13.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snowed in!</title><content type='html'>okay, not really...but we got like 10 inches last night and so i'm not in a big hurry to go anywhere.  haha.  the past few weeks it's never snowed more than a couple inches at a time, and usually never sticks more than a few days at a time, so this is the first serious snow since i've been here.  guess it wasn't so bad that my social life died and i sat at home with the family last night, because then i didn't have to drive home in all that snow.  instead i went crazy superpoking people on facebook...if you want we could play a little game of "one of these things is not like the other"...haha! whoever finds the one poke that was sent to only one person wins a prize! i'll take you to lunch or something.  okay, fine, that's just a ploy to get someone to hang out with me...haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-412786257790204265?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/412786257790204265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=412786257790204265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/412786257790204265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/412786257790204265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2008/01/snowed-in.html' title='snowed in!'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-8785809742649768184</id><published>2007-12-31T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:05:39.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eternal sunshine of the spotless mind</title><content type='html'>i liked this movie after the one time i saw it, toward the end of last summer...but i like it even more now that i feel like i understand it a little more than i did then.  recent events have left me feeling substantially handicapped by the mental and emotional resources which i find wanting in myself, and i wonder: would it be better if i could forget about them altogether?  things like that seem to serve no purpose other than to provide life experience.  most of the time such experience is valuable; we learn from it how to function in society and in large part it builds our individual character.  yet, is it possible that there are some events or situations which turn out to be so traumatic that even the "valuable" life lessons come at too great a cost?&lt;br /&gt;if so, would it not be better to lose the memory of the experience, in order to rescue one from the anguish of its aftermath?&lt;br /&gt;of course, this is complicated by a variety of issues...  mainly that one would also lose the memory of any positive parts of the experience, and that one would also be more inclined to repeat the same mistake.  my mind echoes the sentiment of my junior high social studies teacher about learning from the mistakes of history or being doomed to repeat them.  but if you're doomed either way, what difference does it make?&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope that i'm not doomed, because as far as i know i can't have my memories erased anyway.  so, this is a purely rhetorical question to begin with; and besides, i'm not sure i'd go through with it anyway.  maybe sometimes one month can be happy enough to be worth the payment of a lifetime of anguish and regret.  i haven't quite decided if this is one of those times though.  &lt;br /&gt;maybe it just depends on when the month happens...  when it's already past it's hard to bear the pain...but if you knew that it was waiting for you at the end and you could look forward to it, then somehow it would seem bearable after all...but i guess that's an entirely different question...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-8785809742649768184?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8785809742649768184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=8785809742649768184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8785809742649768184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8785809742649768184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/12/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='eternal sunshine of the spotless mind'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2332103266499722931</id><published>2007-12-30T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T06:34:50.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the witching hour</title><content type='html'>i've been having some strange dreams lately...which always involve people i know in real life, but often in rather foreign and/or surprising situations...which are generally also rather frustrating.  i suppose perhaps this reflects the amount of frustration i've been feeling over the impending doom which i will be facing as soon as i get back to washington and have to face a lot of strange and upsetting situations which will be rather determinative of my future and over which i feel a definitive lack of control or even understanding... these strange dreams are also the kind where you seem to wake up not suddenly, but in this transition of awareness that you're just dreaming which seems to always leave me laying in bed &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt;,  often with a rather strange starting place.  in this morning's case my thoughts continued along a strange path ending with the thought that i may not look like much in the daytime, but to a desperate guy i must start to seem rather attractive when it gets closer to 3 am.  i was just about to start integrating this knowledge into a plan for how i may more effectively end my long run of singlehood, when i glanced at my cell phone to see that i had a text message (which has been increasingly uncommon as of late, much to my chagrin).  in the message, this girl i know was ranting about how guys think she's an object and only text/call her to get some action, and at the bottom it indicated that it was received at around 3:30 am.  so, it would appear that i ought to expand my hypothesis a bit.  it isn't that i get more attractive late at night, it's just that desperate guys give up and just go for whatever (whoever) they can get at about that time.  this knocked me out of my illogical reasoning by reminding me that attempting to prey on desperate guys is really just letting them prey on me and that, yes, as horrible as it may sound: i'm better off by myself.  dang it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2332103266499722931?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2332103266499722931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2332103266499722931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2332103266499722931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2332103266499722931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/12/witching-hour.html' title='the witching hour'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-3707763466592297313</id><published>2007-12-29T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:14:18.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights at the brinkerhoff house</title><content type='html'>so, i went to this ysa dance in westland last night, which is down on the west side of detroit (who would have guessed...haha) and then i stayed way late talking to my friend elliot...like, until the people who set up had cleaned up and were going home... oops... haha...and i had to stop and get gas too so it was really late when i got home, like, well past 1am...and my whole family was still awake...you might be surprised by this, but i really wasn't.  i realize that part of the reason i'm such a night-owl sometimes is that it kind of runs in the family i guess.  haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-3707763466592297313?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3707763466592297313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=3707763466592297313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/3707763466592297313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/3707763466592297313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/12/late-nights-at-brinkerhoff-house.html' title='late nights at the brinkerhoff house'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2241033723670369040</id><published>2007-12-25T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T13:36:33.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they say your head can be a prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Baby, seasons change but people don't.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always there waiting in the back room.&lt;br /&gt;I'm boring but...&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming home is great.  going to church is great.  but going to church at home is funny.  i know i shouldn't be thinking about fall out boy songs in church, but the lyrics just sort of popped into my mind as i sat there before sacrament meeting.  i've been the "old maid" of the ward for a while, but as i get older it becomes more apparent as everyone else gets married and the age differential between myself and the other single people continues to grow.  the next oldest single girl is quite a few years younger than me.  but, she's only single cuz she's divorced.  still, it occurred to me that i'd rather be 26 and an "old maid" than a 22-year-old divorcee (or widow, for that matter).  sitting in relief society near my old young women's president is cool, but back then her oldest daughter was maybe 9 or 10 years old, and now she's  sitting there in relief society with us.  crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;still, i may not always be glad about the way my life seems to be going, but i suppose i still have enough to be grateful for and enough reasons to be glad that i'm myself instead of somebody else.  of course if God got the whim to turn me into a supermodel i'd probably go along with that one pretty quickly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2241033723670369040?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2241033723670369040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2241033723670369040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2241033723670369040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2241033723670369040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/12/they-say-your-head-can-be-prison.html' title='&lt;i&gt;they say your head can be a prison&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2436800109652201527</id><published>2007-12-11T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T04:22:23.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-sabotaging</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Last night I saw my world explode...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm looking out at you obscured by the stand up arcade&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of the descendents.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile reminds me of switchblades and infidelity."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently fixated on the part of my life that i can't seem to fix...or change...i  suppose the word "fix" seems to indicate that there's something inherently &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt;, when that's probably just an issue of my own subjective perception of the situation... &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at any rate, this fixation is problematic not only because it's something that i have little or no control over nor even mere understanding of, but because it seems to overshadow the other areas of my life that i &lt;b&gt;CAN&lt;/b&gt; control.  i mean, i'm not completely psycho.  i still lead a rather productive life... but if i cared more about other things that i &lt;b&gt;CAN&lt;/b&gt; change and less about things that i can't then obviously my overall productivity would be increased because the things i feel motivated to do and the things i actually can do would match up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...maybe it's just one of those life challenges...the kind that exists exactly because it's a challenge.  if everyone's desires and abilities matched up then life would be a lot easier, and they'd be able to do a lot more, but then maybe we'd all learn a lot less.  i suppose i should look at "productivity" not just in terms of what i can accomplish outwardly by how i use my time and skills, but also in terms of the character growth that comes from doing things that you don't want to do and living without things that you want to have.  i guess sometimes i forget that in the eternal scheme of things it's that kind of personal growth that's really important...  i suppose that's just so abstract that it's hard to measure, if you can even see it in yourself at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is strange and never seems to happen how you expect.  i just wish i were better at remembering the pleasant surprises and not letting them get covered up by all the disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i understood other people better.  a lot of my problems and frustrations seem to be a result of my misinterpretations of what other people do and say and how it relates to how they feel.  a lot of times about me i guess.  just goes to show how self-centered i am.  my friend JD says i care too much about what other people think about me and that i constantly assume that they think bad things.  i dunno.  i feel like i'm just trying to be realistic and not assume or expect too much.  but maybe that just ends up being a self-fulfilling prophecy - low expectations sometimes yield low results i suppose.  but that just goes back to the original problem: i misinterpret people.  maybe because i'm assuming bad things, but maybe just because i really don't understand them...or even more frustrating - because people don't express themselves honestly because they're too worried about management of what others think of them.  too complex for me to dissect when i'm tired and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...i was sort of arguing with my g'ma yesterday.  i had a rough day.  pretty much from the second i woke up i was freaking out and upset.  i've been working so hard to be to church early for choir every sunday since i moved here months ago.  and the week of the choir christmas program was the week i didn't wake up.  *sigh*  frustrating and yet not surprising.  haha!  i think that's how you know i'm in a bad mood.  i'm not at all surprised when horrible things happen, and much more inclined to think that things that really aren't that bad are actually horrible things.  anyway, so when i went home i was just really defensive and kept arguing with my g'ma, which i really try so hard not to do!  i don't want to argue, but it's so hard!  why does my g'ma side with other people in arguments against me?!  why does she say things that aren't even true?!  argh!!  she was going off on my political beliefs and whatnot and things my mom said about me, but she doesn't even know what i think about stuff!  because i never talk about it cuz she won't listen and just gets upset and i don't want to fight so i don't talk about it!!  and then she picks the weirdest kid in my ward and starts talking to him about dating and thinks he's so great and starts agreeing with him about how "mormon girls expect too much from guys" with dating and stuff... blah, blah...and it made me so upset!!  and how mormons encourage people to date and get married too young and too fast...  she got married earlier than my mom or my sister, and i'm the one who's stayed single the longest!  argh!  i don't expect anything from stupid boys!  i know it's a waste of time because i never get anything!  geez!  my g'ma's always giving me a hard time about my having been upset about the travis-breakup thing.  she says i didn't even really know him and it doesn't make sense for me to have been so attached or make such a big deal of it.  and i guess in a way she's right.  her husband died when they were pretty young and she's been a widow for over 40 years.  i know that wasn't easy.  but at least she got to have him for a while and knew that he loved her and that he didn't leave her on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...it's late and i'm digressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a final that starts in 5-1/2 hours and yet i'm still awake...&lt;br /&gt;how's that for self-sabotage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2436800109652201527?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/2436800109652201527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=2436800109652201527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2436800109652201527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/2436800109652201527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/12/self-sabotaging.html' title='self-sabotaging'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4140220813743118975</id><published>2007-11-28T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:47:25.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Universal Health Care - my responses to the BYU message board postings on facebook</title><content type='html'>see: &lt;a href="http://byu.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=2246535328&amp;topic=3331"&gt;http://byu.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=2246535328&amp;topic=3331&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - why ought we avoid the argument about poor little children?  it seems perfectly valid to me.  as far as the US having the "greatest health care system in the world", i think it ought to be obvious that any statement that absolute is bound to be false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - wise to have phrased this as a question if you're going to go ahead and start making broad statements like that without substantial evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - of course they have a tax for health care.  but it's instead of paying health insurance premiums.  theoretically, you could be paying the same amount, but instead of the excess going to the pockets of the insurance companies it will actually be used for health care.  AND interesting choice of terms... "they" and "us"...i was under the impression that we had a government of the people, for the people, and by the people...  if the "they" and "us" you are referring to actually exist the "us" are only the people who choose to be uninvolved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - see ryan's #5 which i think is a great point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - mexico, huh?... i don't think working for the gov't wears away at a person's humanity any more than plenty of other jobs or employers do.  i've felt that way lots of places doing lots of things.  and most people probably shudder at the thought of insurance agents no matter who employs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - well, when the people who can afford better care chip in to build that safety net of their own free will then i suppose everything will be great, so let's just sit around and wait for them to do it, okay? (yes, that was sarcasm)  besides, that's what medicare and medicaid are supposed to be - safety nets for people who need it, but those are underfunded because the people who can afford to support those programs don't want to.  they might donate when there's a disaster, or around the holidays, but the everyday poor and sick or dying people just aren't special enough i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - well, if persons rights are in conflict, then i suppose value judgments of the situation would depend on what type of right infringement is "worse".  maybe "forcing" a health care program on you isn't protecting your "right" to choose better care than other people, but what if in doing so you're denying them a "right" to any care at all?  i suppose some people would say that it isn't a "right" to have health care, but frankly i don't think it's a "right" to get better care just becuase you have more money.  my property law professor has pointed out multiple times this semester that the constitution specifically protects the rights of "life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness" but purposely left out rights of ownership, because ownership is a privilege and responsibility, not a right.  by extension, this means that, in a currency-based economic system, having money is a privilege and responsibility, not a right.  perhaps this is a lengthy extrapolation, but one could argue that it's more important to protect a dying person's right to life by offering them necessary medical care than it is to protect a rich man's right to spend his money how he wants.  in fact, an illegal or tortious act, if committed with the intent to protect life, is protected by the defense of necessity under both civil and criminal law, so as far as policy goes, our society has already shown that it is right and proper to value rights to life over rights to personal property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13-17 - see ryan's # 18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 - self-respect?  pride in one's work?  human dignity?  caring about patients more than money?  knowing that your life has meaning and purpose?  a sense of personal accomplishment?  those aren't motivators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23 - i almost took you seriously there, until that crack about the middle class being the largest sector of society.  haha!  what a great joke!  i bet 20 years from now you'll be referring to caucasians as the largest ethnic group in the US too, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25 - stellar.  three cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#27 - most conservatives run around screaming like crazy when you start talking about welfare for people below the poverty line.  in fact, medicare and medicaid are, nowadays, the largest form of public welfare we have.  so, your point was what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28 - wow, so giving a starving person food isn't generous unless it's better than liver.  well, i hope that all the people collecting food for shelters during the holidays know this so that they can make sure and reject all donations that don't meet your standards, since obviously all the poor people would rather go hungry than be insulted when you donate a can of tuna instead of caviar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(skipping...blah...blah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#48 - whatever, liar.  you're paying for their time, not for them to fix you.  plenty of other people do the same thing.  laywers, plumbers, auto mechanics... they charge you by the hour, and if they can't figure out what's wrong or if they can't fix it, a lot of the time you end up paying anyway.  one of those perks of capitalism that make it so much better than every other possible system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#53-54 - heck yes.  and this didn't end the argument because why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#55 - government involvement and regulation does not equal government control and dictatorship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(skipping...blah...blah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#71 - oh, wait, you mean a democratic rebublic form of government where every citizen is a participant is a SMALL government...oh, i see now.  yes, the founding fathers were definitely interested in keeping government as small as possible... (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;health care for everyone creates social damage?  welfare creates a feeling of entitlement?  wow.  go take SOC 422 on social stratification like i did and then come talk to me again...or i guess they have a less intensive (non-major?) option now 322 on class inequality...  i think Dr. Heaton probably teaches both of them and i'm sure he'd be much more persuasive authority than i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4140220813743118975?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4140220813743118975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4140220813743118975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4140220813743118975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4140220813743118975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/11/re-universal-health-care-my-responses.html' title='Re: Universal Health Care - my responses to the BYU message board postings on facebook'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4812305947673843636</id><published>2007-11-14T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:37:31.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being nice and doing the "right" thing</title><content type='html'>wow...so, in law school we often talk about "the relationship of the parties" meaning do the two parties in the lawsuit have some type of special ongoing social or business relationship that is worth being protected.  it's one reason that parents have tort immunity from suits by their children, and why amicable settlements are preferred when dealing with long-term business relationships: if you sue somebody and get in a big fight, and the court starts making orders and forcing people to do things, chances are it's going to ruin the relationship.  but at the same time, sometimes you just have to sue them anyway.  sometimes the reason for the fight is, at least from the point of view of one of the parties, worth fighting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, are you ready for me to tie this in with everyday non-lawyer-like life?  here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes someone asks if they can come over and you say yes because you can't come up with a good reason to say no, even though that's what you want to say.  sometimes you might say it because you know the person needs friends, or because you just don't want to be mean or rude.  other times it might be because it's your best friend, or your girlfriend or something and you feel like it's your duty to say yes; because of the relationship you feel that person has a right to come over.  but in the long run you being nice and saying yes when you feel like saying no might not really be the best thing.  if you're really worried about the relationship and the rights of the other person don't they deserve your honesty about what you think and how you feel?  especially if it's directly pertaining to them?  if the relationship really ends up ending just because you felt trapped in it, wouldn't it maybe have been better to say no once in a while and have saved the relationship?  maybe not.  maybe it wasn't a relationship worth saving.  but maybe a little honesty could have at least saved someone's feelings, even if the honest things weren't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in law school they say that knowing the "right" thing to do isn't always easy.  luckily, a lot of the time knowing how to be nice and do what's best is easy.  smile at someone who looks sad, be nice to the person who needs a friend.  but at some point "niceness" just isn't enough.  maybe little things that seem not as nice sometimes can save you from having to do really big outright mean things in the end.  if you talk to someone and are open and honest, you might never have a misunderstanding that you need to sue them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe no matter what you do people will get hurt, so just do whatever you want...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4812305947673843636?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4812305947673843636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4812305947673843636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4812305947673843636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4812305947673843636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/11/being-nice-and-doing-right-thing.html' title='being nice and doing the &quot;right&quot; thing'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4385818106827027014</id><published>2007-11-13T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:23:47.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your relationship will be canceled on save."</title><content type='html'>[*warning* the following content is a serious pity party.  i'm talking crazy emotional ranting and venting.  continue at your own discretion]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing says goodbye quite like a computer...thank you facebook for making my life so much more real...that's an oxymoron isn't it...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i got a text that said i was strong.  i almost texted back, "is that way of saying you won't feel bad when you break up with me?"  i didn't.  it didn't seem very nice...and i was afraid that the answer was yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hardly ever cry in front of people.  tonight was the first time that i've actually cried in front of the person who was making me cry (well, excluding immediate family, but that's different).  of course that was really just a warm up.  as soon as he was gone it started in for real...the heaving sobs that turn into screams...for the first time in my life i think i know what the word "keening" really means...the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/keening"&gt;dictionary&lt;/a&gt; is great [keen: A loud, wailing lament for the dead.]  no one is dead, except in a way maybe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a week ago i was telling my friend that sometimes my now cancelled relationship seemed too good to be true.  funny that it turned out i was right.  i gave a talk on hope in church a few weeks ago.  strange how at the time i felt really great...and now that word seems like a joke.  hope.  hope is what you think you have when you're ignoring reality.  not that i deny that there's a "bigger picture" - eternity and whatnot - but if eternity is anything like life i think i'd rather cease to exist.  we were talking in torts today about "wrongful life" claims.  if you could sue God, he'd be getting a complaint alleging that from me right now.  instead i'm typing away here, knowing that with my limited blog readership this probably won't make much difference in the world, but what else can i be expected to do when i feel this awful.  that word isn't even bad enough... what do i feel... anguish... angst... confusion... regret... self-loathing...  frustration.  i think that's it.  frustration.  coupled with some severely disgusting self-loathing.  i've said it before and i'll say it again...  no matter what i do or how hard i try i'm never enough for anyone.  why is that?  why do people say those horrible words: "it's not you, it's me"?  all it really means is "there isn't anything you can do that will make you good enough for me, so don't waste your time trying."  why am i always the not good enough person?  why do guys always tell me, while rejecting me, that they feel awful because usually they're the ones being rejected?  that kind of adds insult to injury doesn't it?  "hi, i'm crap and no one wants me, but what made you think that meant i'd settle for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people make a big deal of saying "i love you" and for good reason i suppose.  telling someone you love them is only telling them that they have the power to hurt you, and then inevitably they will.  i've only said it once, and i didn't say it until i started to get really scared because i  realized that i really didn't want to lose that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that when someone breaks your heart they tell you to go home and pray?  i suppose because they probably know that if there's anyone you're angrier at right then than yourself and that person, it's probably God.  i suppose i'm a horrible person.  i spent the whole past month thanking Him for something that apparently He never meant to give me, and now that it didn't work out i wish i could blame God, but i know that really i'm the only one i can be mad at.  i should know better than to think that things could work out so nice and beautifully.  i shouldn't have let myself slack off on school so much.  when i lose my scholarship i'll have no one to blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week my dad said: "i'm so happy for you bridgette.  it's about time someone recognized what a great girl you are.  i haven't met this guy, but i know that he must be really great."  i told him then that he was right.  "this guy" was really great, and i was really happy.  i really don't know what to tell people, i hate disappointing them.  i suppose none of them will be as disappointed as i am.  but crying on your daddy's shoulder is nice sometimes.  i was going to get my plane ticket so that i could be gone for as little as possible.  i was excited because for the first time in my life i wasn't going to be single for the holidays.  haha.  guess i was expecting a bit too much.  maybe i should get a one-way ticket instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah, in case you missed it, yes we're broken up, and no it wasn't "mutual" and please don't ask me about it unless you want to be included in the wrongful death suit which my parents will be bringing when i die of dehydration from crying too much.  or on second thought, go ahead and ask because God can't punish me for committing suicide if i die of something else first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you thought (like i did) that pessimistic, sarcastic, emo bridgette was gone...haha!  she's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dream, when you're feelin' blue.&lt;br /&gt;Dream, that's the thing to do. ...&lt;br /&gt;Dream, when the day is through.&lt;br /&gt;Dream, and they might come true.&lt;br /&gt;Things never are as bad as they seem;&lt;br /&gt;So, dream, dream dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pack of lies.  who writes these songs?  why am i listening to them?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm going to get any sleep tonight, so homework time i guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4385818106827027014?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4385818106827027014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-8632812730068828573</id><published>2007-11-07T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T11:13:31.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaq's mission call</title><content type='html'>those of you know know my li'l sister probably know that she didn't come back to utah this semester since she was putting in her mission papers.  after they got sent back because of some medical stuff she started to get a little worried, but last week she finally got her call!  and, since a lot of people probably don't hear from her very often i thought i'd give you the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.C. south mission, spanish speaking; reporting to the MTC on december 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit of a bummer that she won't be home for christmas.  this will actually be the first year ever that we haven't all been home for christmas, also b/c nicole and david are having christmas with david's family in california (not that i blame them...closer and better weather).  but i am excited because my finals are over on the 14th so i can come down to provo for the weekend and see jacque before she leaves, and then head on home after that.  so...if you guys wanna see her maybe we can set something up...little goodbye party or whatnot...i'll have to talk to her and find out how early she's planning on coming down... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-8632812730068828573?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8632812730068828573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=8632812730068828573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8632812730068828573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8632812730068828573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/11/jaqs-mission-call.html' title='Jaq&apos;s mission call'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-6840875681022952262</id><published>2007-11-02T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:15:32.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months...</title><content type='html'>this kid at school yesterday was talking about planning his career, and i said something about not wanting to do that... he suggested that i just quit school and get my "M.R.S." degree, like his fiancee.  i heard that plenty at byu, but figured that my failure to get it during my seven years in provo showed that it wasn't a very realistic option for me.  that's why i'm in law school to begin with, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me when i moved here that i'd be engaged in three months... only a couple weeks until that deadline...  possible, but not likely...  give it another three and we'll see... sometimes the way travis talks makes me wonder... you might all be invited to a big party this summer... ha! ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, that kid at school got a D on our contracts midterm, and i got a B... if you can get a B with a bell curve you're doing pretty well i'd say... so maybe the whole "quit school and get married" suggestion just means he's trying to get rid of some of the competition...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-6840875681022952262?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6840875681022952262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=6840875681022952262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6840875681022952262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6840875681022952262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-months.html' title='3 months...'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-8671157804815225332</id><published>2007-10-31T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:43:59.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar high</title><content type='html'>my law school is cool...  my prof's brought us candy...  i took way more notes today than i have been lately...  wondering if there's a correlation...&lt;br /&gt;anyone doing anything cool for halloween tonight?  we did fun stuff on saturday, and travis is taking me out to this cool thai place tonight for a "dress up date" to celebrate that i finished a 10-pg law paper i've been working on all week.  i'm excited.  happy halloween!  :K (&lt;= a scary halloween face?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-8671157804815225332?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8671157804815225332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=8671157804815225332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8671157804815225332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8671157804815225332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/10/sugar-high.html' title='sugar high'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-6258226971624890304</id><published>2007-10-22T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:43:46.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy, happy, happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJuAzmBgLk/RxxQMjNayLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7NYxvuMSTA8/s1600-h/travis_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJuAzmBgLk/RxxQMjNayLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7NYxvuMSTA8/s200/travis_bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124058652580956338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, a couple weeks ago i was barely recovering from what may have been borderline depression... but now i'm better...really better...way better...so much more better than i've been in a long time...possibly ever...and i'll give you one guess why...  if you didn't guess yet, there's a pretty big clue just to the left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...in case you missed this, my last post, from mid-last week, semi-announced my new non-single relationship status... it is of course still in that "too soon to tell" stage as far as anything really serious, but just in general i am, as it says in the post title: happy, happy happy!  i find myself smiling and giggling and generally acting conspicuously giddy, and it's really great.  *sigh* (the good kind)  hopefully you won't see any more emo song lyrics on here for a while... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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realize that it was from someone else *phew* but that made even less sense cuz i didn't even know what this person was talking about... and i was like, hold on, why are you texting me...so i texted back, and it turned out they had deleted me from their phone and didn't even know who i was... wow... so i felt kind of stupid... but then my *boyfriend* came over and everything was better... screw stupid people... i'll do a better job of deleting them from my phone from now on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-558814786721110299?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/558814786721110299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=558814786721110299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/558814786721110299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/558814786721110299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/10/adventures-in-text-messaging.html' title='adventures in text messaging...'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1772342078287797904</id><published>2007-10-05T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:29:25.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmares and... daymares?</title><content type='html'>i had a really bad dream last night.  in it my friend and her brother were murdered, and my sister and i went to visit her parents, who are good friends of our family, to tell them how sorry we were, etc. and while we were there they committed suicide (since their kids had died) and we called the police, but had to wait all night at their house  until they came the next morning...it was really awful and i woke up pretty upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to school, where i was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to have a midterm, but i got there to find that it had been postponed due to some allegations of honor-code violations which had perhaps compromised the validity of the exam.  i was actually kind of bugged because i was feeling really ready for the exam, and i know i probably won't study anymore, but other people will have more time to now, messing up the curve for me, but oh well... but then i got this email asking me to come see the dean about it!  aah! no one else got an email!  but it turned out that it was just about this practice exam that i had that the tutors had been handing out that someone thought was an actual exam (an old one, but still...)  anyway, turns out the professor already knew about and had approved that one, so no harm-no foul for me (or all the other people who had gotten the same one i did from the tutors), but it did kind of scare me, AND made me late for contracts, where my prof called on me to answer questions as soon as i sat down and i didn't even know what he was talking about! eek!  but everything worked out okay, i just had a little more adrenaline going on today from all the nervousness, apprehension, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1772342078287797904?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-5049147147787601374</id><published>2007-10-05T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:40:06.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>it has been unusually cold in washington this week.  this generally wouldn't bother me.  i've lived in enough cold, wintery places.  &lt;i&gt;however&lt;/i&gt;, the thermostat to the furnace in my house stopped working yesterday, and the indoor temperature has been slowly dropping.  when i got up this morning it was about 55*F, and i'm a little afraid of how it's going to be when i get home tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-5049147147787601374?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-7493740945819737317</id><published>2007-10-03T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:51:26.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>money, money, money</title><content type='html'>found out some good stuff today...&lt;br /&gt;(1) my student loans were deferred (automatically...i didn't even apply for a deferment...)&lt;br /&gt;(2) my car insurance premium went down&lt;br /&gt;(3) and i got my last paycheck from jamba, which was bigger than i expected with bonuses, and a gift card and a cute note...oh yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-7493740945819737317?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-252963672341590264</id><published>2007-09-28T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:23:52.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i'd rather push a chevy than drive a ford"</title><content type='html'>- that's from a sticker i saw on the window of an old-beat-down chevy truck.  reminds me of home.  TGIF! there were a variety of things that made me really happy today, including that sticker, the fact that it is the weekend, the yummy food at JRCLS, the fact that i was thinking about a friend who surprisingly called me only an hour later (which is &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt; since we've only talked once in the past six months or so...maybe he has "espn"...haha...), and WATCHING THE NEW EPISODE OF THE OFFICE!!  i don't get any tv stations at home, so i downloaded it this afternoon, and watched it after i got most of my studying done and dang it made me laugh! HA! here are some of my favorite highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. meredith on the front of michael's car&lt;br /&gt;2. the look on jim's face when pam says what she was buying on the internet&lt;br /&gt;3. jim dumping karen = empty desk&lt;br /&gt;4. kevin: "are you kidding me?!" = oscar: "there is no evidence of intimacy.  they've been in remarkably good moods."&lt;br /&gt;5. michael making it seem like he saved meredith, when he was the one who hit her...and making it sound like she wasn't going to make it..."pelvical"&lt;br /&gt;6. speed bump on the highway...&lt;br /&gt;7. dwight: "it's only meredith"..."did she spurn your advances?"&lt;br /&gt;8. "so who is the real boss? the dog or a fish?"&lt;br /&gt;9. i don't think you understand how jeopardy works... oh, right, i'm sorry, what is: we're fine.&lt;br /&gt;10. everybody inside the car was fine, stanley&lt;br /&gt;11. so sue me...no, don't sue me...&lt;br /&gt;12. tying balloons to iv&lt;br /&gt;13. you are not forgiven = climb on my hospital bed? aah!&lt;br /&gt;14. "monkey": "when you saw her how was she looking?" D: "really dead. like just a dead cat."&lt;br /&gt;15. it is up to me to get rid of the curse that hit meredith with my car&lt;br /&gt;16. i'm not superstitious, but i am a little bit stitious&lt;br /&gt;17. blink once if you want me to pull the plug&lt;br /&gt;18. if there was a god then ryan and i would be married by now&lt;br /&gt;19. maybe there's some sort of animal that we could make a sacrifice to&lt;br /&gt;20. like pb&amp;j&lt;br /&gt;21. sneaky! hahahaha! yessss!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;22. michael scott's dunder mifflin scranton meredith palmer memorial celebrity rabies awareness fun run pro-am race for the cure&lt;br /&gt;23. bracelet: "support the rabid"&lt;br /&gt;24. rabies quilt&lt;br /&gt;25. back in olden times a large fat person like this...&lt;br /&gt;26. i'm petrified of nipple-chafing&lt;br /&gt;27. but all of my bags of frozen french fries were clawed to shreds&lt;br /&gt;28. i'm not depressed [whack] i'm in grief&lt;br /&gt;29. and also there is no such thing as a rabies doctor. what about a rabies nurse?&lt;br /&gt;30. have you met that kid?&lt;br /&gt;31. what are you doing?! you said come in!&lt;br /&gt;32. dangling participle&lt;br /&gt;33. i do not recommend this strategy.  try imagining them with more clothes on, or a funny coat&lt;br /&gt;34. i don't know what your deal is, but he's mine&lt;br /&gt;35. [picture of meredith] that should scare you.  it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;36. taxidermist&lt;br /&gt;37. michael puking...&lt;br /&gt;38. andy's bloody shirt... wow...&lt;br /&gt;39... who cares... #40 PAM&amp;JIM!!! yes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-252963672341590264?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/252963672341590264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=252963672341590264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/252963672341590264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/252963672341590264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/09/id-rather-push-chevy-than-drive-ford.html' title='&quot;i&apos;d rather push a chevy than drive a ford&quot;'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-6689607992062568417</id><published>2007-09-25T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:46:46.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my daddy...</title><content type='html'>for the first time in my life, i want a priesthood blessing and i feel like i don't have anyone to call.  if i've been assigned home teachers, i don't know who they are.  even when, during the transience of student wards in provo, i've been home-teacher-less, i've always had friends i could call... but not anymore.  i've been lucky to have a great dad, and great friends in provo.  but that doesn't help me much right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-6689607992062568417?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6689607992062568417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=6689607992062568417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6689607992062568417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6689607992062568417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-my-daddy.html' title='i want my daddy...'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4713530198954004434</id><published>2007-09-25T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:22:57.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting angry...</title><content type='html'>i don't very often...get angry, that is...a friend told me it's because i take too much responsibility for things.  instead of being offended when people treat me badly, i assume that it's because of something that i've done, so instead of getting angry at the other person, i just feel hurt and upset at myself.  but what do i do about that?  getting angry isn't the right thing to do either.  i suppose i just shouldn't take things so personally and/or seriously that i get hurt, but that doesn't seem possible either...it's my life!  why shouldn't i take it personally and seriously?  and getting angry won't change how i feel, only the way i express it.  i dunno.  maybe if i got angry instead of being hurt and sad then the people who are affecting me would realize it and take me seriously and quit treating me like that.  or maybe i'd just be in fights with people all the time.  who wants to be friends with someone who's mad all the time?  probably no one.  but it doesn't seem that anyone wants to be friends with a depressed girl either.  sigh... so, back to the fake cheerfulness again... that's life i guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4713530198954004434?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4713530198954004434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4713530198954004434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4713530198954004434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4713530198954004434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-angry.html' title='getting angry...'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-7650100009199276103</id><published>2007-09-24T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:19:31.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>question...</title><content type='html'>sigh...i just deleted over 2/3 of my messenger contacts.  i never talk to them so i figured, what's the point?  i think i need to do the same on my phone.  why do i have all these numbers of people i never call?  so i'll recognize the number if they call me i guess, but how often does that happen?  not very...  but this leads me to a bigger question... what is the difference between a friend who you never talk to, and a person with whom you are no longer friends?  i've been in WA going to law school for six weeks now, and inevitably this has changed my social interactions in a variety of ways.  but even when i was still in provo i recognized the fact that sometimes people just sort of drift away.  someone moves, or gets married, and suddenly someone who was once a part of your daily life isn't anymore.  you meet new people, and life goes on.  social circles shift and change, and that's a part of life.  but for me this has always been sad, and sometimes really hard to deal with.  doing this deleting is hard because it's like admitting that i'm not friends with them anymore.  a couple of people i've met here who are now my friends on facebook have commented to me about how i have so many facebook friends...about 350 or something now, and that it's amazing because 99% of them are people i know in real life.  *sigh* but very few of them are people i'm actually in contact with, even just on facebook.  i'm trying really hard to not feel lonely, and remember that i have friends, but when the list of lost friends seems so much longer then the list of people who are actually in my life it makes me really sad.  i know...life is busy...i don't have time for everyone anyway...i guess i just wish that i felt like it bothered any of them as much as it bothers me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-7650100009199276103?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7650100009199276103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=7650100009199276103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/7650100009199276103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/7650100009199276103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/09/question.html' title='question...'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4716737637837755118</id><published>2007-09-19T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:49:02.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha - NOT FUNNY!</title><content type='html'>so, went to my normal study area at school.  i like it.  there's usually nobody around so it's quiet.  been studying here pretty much every day for the past month.  but today there was an invader, and not the normal kind.  sometimes someone else will be around, quietly studying, or stop and chat after class, or something...but this girl is killing me.  not only does she have a squeaky-scratchy-whiney annoying voice, she then randomly breaks out in obnoxious laughter at whatever is being said to her on IM... ugh... sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4716737637837755118?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4716737637837755118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4716737637837755118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4716737637837755118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4716737637837755118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/09/haha-not-funny.html' title='haha - &lt;i&gt;NOT FUNNY!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-247196014174260560</id><published>2007-09-16T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:41:53.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>life is strange.  i know, i'm a master at stating the obvious.  seriously, though, i just really don't understand anything.  i moved a month ago, and i'm starting to get into a routine, but it seems kind of solitary... i used to have good friends to lean on, and i probably leaned on them too much; i've lost at least one of them for good and the suddenness of it has made it harder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it die and get out of my mind &lt;br /&gt;We don't see eye to eye &lt;br /&gt;Or hear ear to ear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to build a new life, but i feel like i can't fill in the void quickly enough, and it's left me just feeling really confused, and vulnerable.  i can see myself jumping into things too quickly, and i'm a little afraid of where that might take me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The saddest part of a broken heart &lt;br /&gt;Isn't the ending so much as the start&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy starts from the very first spark &lt;br /&gt;Losing your mind for the sake of your heart &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-247196014174260560?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-8703594623429129902</id><published>2007-09-12T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:32:46.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>engaged</title><content type='html'>(did you think i meant me?  haha!  yeah right...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my old roommate recently got engaged...which was a bit of a surprise since they haven't been dating that long and i've never even met the guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but also, another friend too!  of course, i heard he was "secretly" engaged a while back, so i was just sort of waiting for it to happen...we don't really talk much anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang...good ol' provo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-8703594623429129902?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/8703594623429129902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=8703594623429129902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8703594623429129902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/8703594623429129902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/09/engaged.html' title='engaged'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-7979256973066886179</id><published>2007-09-11T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:35:40.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quitter</title><content type='html'>i quit listening to music except when i'm in the car.  this is weird.  but it helps with the emotional-numbness that i need lately so i can study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somtimes i ask myself what the freak i think i'm doing going to law school...  but i'm no quitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe that would be good sometimes... like, being able to stop caring about things you can't control...  caring about people is good most of the time, but sometimes it just makes life hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who smoke though, they should definitely try harder to build quitter skillz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-7979256973066886179?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/7979256973066886179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=7979256973066886179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/7979256973066886179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/7979256973066886179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/09/quitter.html' title='quitter'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-2196455105433501053</id><published>2007-09-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:29:10.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(fill in the blank) pt. 2: "waz up"</title><content type='html'>sometimes you can be really upset and sad and frustrated, and life just sucks in all kinds of ways... and then *ding*...six little characters (counting the space of course)...and you know that somebody's listening to your prayers...and even though the sad things are still there, you can't help but smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-2196455105433501053?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-4953801609291298537</id><published>2007-09-05T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:25:35.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(fill in the blank)</title><content type='html'>the person i want to talk to is apparently unavailable.  the person i want to leave me along is hounding me.  why is this?  i am feeling a little confused. i hurt. and i am really really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-4953801609291298537?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/4953801609291298537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=4953801609291298537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4953801609291298537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/4953801609291298537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/09/fill-in-blank.html' title='(fill in the blank)'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-5632675101991216562</id><published>2007-08-29T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:05:22.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fish is bad</title><content type='html'>our neighbor brought us some smoked trout.  i'm generally not a fan of fish (if you know about my aversion to salmon you should know why), but g'ma said i should just try a little bit.  so, she cut me a little piece, maybe 1 in x 1 in and 1/8 in thick...little, little piece... i ate it.  it was good.  felt fine.  figured my problem must just be a salmon thing.  ate dinner (no more fish though...corn, zucchini, some beans, and hawaiian sweet bread...yum).  then went back to studying...&lt;br /&gt;about three hours later i start feeling somewhat nauseated.  laid down on the couch for a bit.  got up, but felt worse and went into the bathroom...few minutes later flushed my dinner down the toilet.  g'ma felt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to learn my lesson and quit eating fish.  even just little, little bits.  ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-5632675101991216562?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/5632675101991216562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=5632675101991216562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/5632675101991216562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/5632675101991216562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/08/fish-is-bad.html' title='fish is bad'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1784985181194894004</id><published>2007-08-29T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:28:02.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>massage the facts</title><content type='html'>law school is interesting.  really big on professionalism and ethics...but when it comes right down to it, you're supposed to find all the details and fit them to match what you want or need... but only if it's a reasonable factual possibility.  no lying or presumption... but you can and &lt;i&gt;are supposed to&lt;/i&gt; "massage the facts".  we had a guest speaker in my criminal law class who was a federal defense lawyer.  someone asked a question and used the phrase "get off on a technicality" and he told us "there's no such thing as a technicality.  it's called the constitution."  pretty interesting stuff sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just made a good comment in class.  prof said we're better than the last class.  not to brag.  i have to think of these things to keep me from a panic attack.  they curve everything.  and i've got a scholarship to keep.  i'm always glad when someone proves they're dumber than me.  makes me less scared.  generally i'm more motivated to study more than i ever have been.  this is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1784985181194894004?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-3735610195526866605</id><published>2007-08-28T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:29:52.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not waiting by the phone</title><content type='html'>two guys asked for my number last night.  both of them used it within 24 hours.  unfortunately i have way too much schoolwork to make use of that right now.  but it speaks hopefully of my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-3735610195526866605?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3735610195526866605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-5178500098707586855</id><published>2007-08-25T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:40:23.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do re mi fa so la di frickin da</title><content type='html'>went to gonzaga choir auditions today.  much simpler than byu.  my aural and sight singing performance kinda sucked, but that was partly due to the fact that they were having a piano sale in the choir room and there were people testing them out, which was rather distracting.  but the auditioner asked me which one i wanted to be in and which part i'd prefer singing.  basically i rock and can do whatever i want.  well, not really, but it's nice to pretend sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* yesterday and today i have done much less in the way of studying that i ought.  feeling not very motivated and highly distracted.  distracted by what?  well, nothing really, since i basically have no life.  distracted by my own mind i suppose.  i'm a daydreamer.  real life mostly sucks.  or i just have bad luck.  smack me if you want.  somebody told me something last night and i asked why and they said bad luck, and when i really think about it, it makes me want to smack them.  but i don't because i know it would be pointless.  they wouldn't understand why, and even if they did, they'd just be annoyed.  not by the smack.  by my reasoning which caused the desire to smack them, which they would say is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am silly of course.  which must be obvious i suppose.  &lt;br /&gt;"how would i describe myself?  three words: hardworking, alpha-male, jack-hammer... merciless, insatiable." - dwight schrute&lt;br /&gt;hmm...okay so none of that other stuff applies, except the insatiable, but i am i think.  that necessarily creates a variety of problems, which i generally deal with very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm going to a wedding tonight.  my cousin's cousin.  so, hanging out with a bunch of people i don't know.  maybe i'll meet some boys.  blah.  pointless.  they're all just thinking "can i do better?"  of course they can.  even the ugly ones are thinking that there's always a possibility.  my best chance at marriage is to find someone with an overwhelming sense of duty and then tricking him into getting me knocked up so he'll decide he has to.  unfortunately that's against my religion, and i happen to be rather attached to my religion.  you'd think i would've gotten used to the pointlessness of my social life after 7 years in provo.  somehow i got this idea that things would change if i left.  unfortunately, no matter where i go i'm still just me.  oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-5178500098707586855?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-1566894178664216663</id><published>2007-08-23T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:49:44.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making fun of republicans</title><content type='html'>my civil procedure professor is really nice.  he had us each fill out these surveys about ourselves on the first day of class, and then he compiled them and picked out some interesting/funny things to share at the beginning of class today.  someone, in the section on "interests" wrote "making fun of republicans".  my friend alan, who was sitting in front of me (and apparently will from now on since we filled out a seating chart today) turns around with this funny look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: &lt;i&gt;hey! i did not write that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: [shakes head]&lt;br /&gt;B: &lt;i&gt;what's that for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;maybe not, but it sounds like something you'd say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's still cool though.  at the end-ish of class my friend melissa asked me what it means to be "a priestholder" in the lds church (she's been watching that weird polygamy show...haha) and alan and i gave her a little tutorial on basic church structure and stuff...it was pretty cool.  and this one other guy and dr. hess stayed and were listening...double, no triple cool.  going to a catholic school where there are tons of mormons is pretty much the awesomest when it comes to missionary experiences, cuz everybody kind of knows who the mormons are and we talk about church stuff all the time.  i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1566894178664216663?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-3507566301289073341</id><published>2007-08-22T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:12:25.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leader of the pack</title><content type='html'>so, yesterday this kid sits next to me at this meeting after class and asks, "so, how's the gang?"  yes, apparently i am the ringleader of a female law school gang.  really it started i think with me and these two girls melissa and katherine, who all met last week during orientation.  katherine and i have all six of our classes together, and most of them are with a couple other girls, one of whom our contracts professor kept calling jennifer, even though her name is really stephanie, and the other is named ayanna...yes she's black*, and you say it like this: ah-YAH-nuh...anyway, that's the core of the gang...sometimes other people come along to lunch or to study or whatever...we're a rather open kind of gang.  and apparently i am the leader of this gang.  katherine says it's because i talk the most.  i probably do.  oh well.  really it's just that they think i'm funny because i'm a mormon-wannabe-skank.  only they laugh cuz i'm too mormon and not skanky enough to be much of anything except silly and entertaining :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been discussing grades amongst ourselves quite a bit the past few days.  all of our classes are curved...those of us who are on scholarship need at least a 2.75 to keep it...but if you fall to a 2.3 you're on academic probation...dang...that whole thing about C's getting degrees isn't true in law school... C's get you kicked out of school.  dang.  but like i told the gang, i'm planning on being smarter than the average person.  hopefully i'll have some leadership skills when it comes to the curve too.  haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my friend cory would probably say that this is our token minority; that way if we should suddenly find ourselves in the middle of a horror flick, we'll know who's going to die first.  how horrible!  actually, she's pretty smart, and i'm hoping that as law school slowly becomes more and more like a horror flick that she'll manage to stay alive, since we'll probably need her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-3507566301289073341?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/3507566301289073341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-7403114994825089247</id><published>2007-08-19T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:51:22.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spider-pig</title><content type='html'>(sing to the tune of the spiderman theme song...(duh))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;spider-pig, spider-pig,&lt;br /&gt;does whatever a spider-pig does.&lt;br /&gt;can he swing from a web?&lt;br /&gt;no he can't, he's just a pig...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha...just taking a break from the stack of textbooks...hope you enjoyed that as much as i did :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-7403114994825089247?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-239992540818330982</id><published>2007-08-19T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:41:21.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting by the phone</title><content type='html'>so, i realized that since i've moved i don't use my phone so much...&lt;br /&gt;but, just for fun, here's a rundown of who i still talk to: (most recent first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dialed calls: mom, jaq, nic, amber, malorie...&lt;br /&gt;incoming calls: mom, amber, mom, malorie...&lt;br /&gt;text msgs rcvd: rex, rex, ryan, joe, rex, rex, rex, rex, rex, rex, rex, JD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is one new person on this list...hopefully soon i'll find some more new people to call me so i won't feel so un-popular...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone else find it strange and/or coincidental that all the calls are from females, and all the texts are from males?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i dare you to read that text list 10 times fast...or just say "text list" ten times fast...haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-239992540818330982?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/239992540818330982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=239992540818330982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/239992540818330982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/239992540818330982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/08/waiting-by-phone.html' title='waiting by the phone'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-6145173863948848879</id><published>2007-08-18T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:03:47.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance, dance pt.2</title><content type='html'>decided to get to know some people.  went to a YSA dance here in spokane, and dang it if i didn't meet the coolest guy!  he introduced me to some of his friends, and then we went out afterward, and i didn't come home until 2 or something.  hoping my cuz didn't mind that i ended up not calling him to go do whatever he was doing because i was having so much fun already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think we're going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;We're on to something good here.&lt;br /&gt;Out of mind, out of state.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep my head on straight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-6145173863948848879?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/6145173863948848879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=6145173863948848879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/6145173863948848879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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vegetables, and some of the bigger farms have actual farmers market stores or shops, and sell quilts and antiques and stuff, and pies and all sorts of cool things.  g'ma took me up there today afer we washed my car and did some laundry and stuff, and now she's going to get my aunt linda from the home where she's living right now.  i don't know that i've mentioned her before.  different than my psycho aunt mary, the bipolar wedding crasher.  linda is mentally retarded and autistic.  my g'ma took care of her for a long, long time, but finally sent her somewhere else to live.  it's pretty cool now though cuz she has a job and stuff, which is kind of a big thing.  but g'ma gets her on weekends and stuff to visit, and it's really cute.  it's totally different now that i'm a grown-up.  when i was a kid i was really afraid of her, especially when she'd get upset.  funny thing though: babies are always "bridgette".  like, whenever our family was visiting whoever was the youngest was "bridgette".  she always makes up other names for me.  kinda funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612723604596725780-1868748224393801008?l=tismabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/feeds/1868748224393801008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612723604596725780&amp;postID=1868748224393801008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1868748224393801008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612723604596725780/posts/default/1868748224393801008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tismabel.blogspot.com/2007/08/greenbluff.html' title='greenbluff...'/><author><name>mabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01535217594653791521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612723604596725780.post-23675746658730705</id><published>2007-08-16T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:01:03.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$952.42</title><content type='html'>that's how much i spent on textbooks today.  law school is expensive.  and tiring.  it hasn't even started yet and i'm already tired.  in the law library orientation thing we had today they showed us that at the circulation desk they have a box of earplugs, and a basket full of large bottles of a variety of over-the-counter drugs (aspirin, ibuprofen, etc.)  the most common beverages this week were coffee, tea, pepsi, mt. dew, and water.  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