The Land of Oz

You Poor poor child

2008-01-02T02:44:00.001-08:00

I have entitled this article/post what I have, well you'll realize it as soon as you read it... if you read it if course.

What do you think God’s book of people looks like? If it’s one volume, it’s huge; there are a lot of people to write down. Six billion people are alive right now, next second six billion and one, the second after that five billion, nine hundred ninety nine million, nine hundred ninety nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine. I mean, come on, that is a slightly larger amount of people to keep track of then we are used to. All we really care about are myself, myself and oh yah, myself. So, let’s ponder this for a second. According to evolutionists there have been people on the earth for a grand daddy total of one hundred thousand years. Okay first number 100,000 yrs. Check, mortality rate of say fifty percent (.5) and a birth rate of say seventy percent (.7) So population grows. And according to population math modeling it grows exponentially. Where the equation is… (Huzzah Wikipedia and external linking) P(t)=Poe^rt where Po is the Initial Population (of two cuz that’s all you need) and r= growth rate and t=time. For fun lets just say r (which is usually a percentage averaging about 30 percent (.3)) is one. Also for fun lets just say that t is the proverbial 100,000 yrs (you know, the first number. So we have the equation P(100,000)=2*e^1(100,000) OR P= well… infinity… so safe to say there have been a lot of people here people... A LOT. (I forgot that e^x tends to sky rocket once you get past one. Forgive me it’s late and well… I only have four more hours to kill before I technically get to get out of bed) So if we give each person in that really big number (lets say six hundred billion because I like six tonight) a one inch line of room in that really big one volume book of life on a tome like page of 22 inches down printed on both sides we have six hundred billion inches (600,000,000,000) divided by 22 we get 13,636,363,636.4 pages, printed front and back which, if the paper was only 1/32nd of an inch thick we get a book that is 426,136,363.636 inches thick, which is about equal to 6725 miles. Big book. BIG BOOK. Split that into volumes of a ‘manageable’ size of say 2000 pages each and we have 6818181.8 volumes (Hey! Room to expand.) But the problem with this is God doesn’t give us each just an inch of space in the big book of people. Ney ney. The Bible tells us we are His Poems. So, (this could go on for hours if I let it) what kind of poems does God write? Long poems, really long poems. Look at the Psalms, any number of those could go on for pages, however now, we have the added benefit of being able to add columns to our big book of people. Bible scribes did it, why can’t I? It’s all speculation of course. So now each of our pages have three columns in it, and each new poem gets to have a fancy decorative letter too but that is a negligible amount as we’re dealing with not mere feet but miles of printed text. It’s a good thing God is all knowing because this is boggling my mind at the moment. Twenty-two divided by three Oh heck, let’s make it 24 just to make the math simpler (welcome to a physics major’s mind… let’s make the horse equivalent to a sphere to make the math easier) so, each column is now 8 inches wide. Say each poem goes edge to edge in a column for a column and a half, now we’re down to two people a page, four people front and back. So, that’s 150,000,000,000 pages 4,687,500,000 inches thick or 73,982 miles. Again, into manageable tomes and we have 75,000,000 volumes in all. Plus or minus a few hundred. And to think, all these millions of books, all these billions of poems written before God spoke anything into existence. Pretty cool huh?

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2007-12-31T21:54:00.000-08:00

SOO, as you may have gathered, it's been a long while since I've posted. a long while. At this moment it is 11:55 in the PM on December the thirty-first of the year of our Lord two thousand and seven. And what of it you may ask? What possessed me to post after such a long sabbatical away from the blog board? The answer? I don't know. There you have it. actually it's my mood, and a foul one it is dear sirs and madams. and for such a silly reason as well. I come into my domicile, the one where all my clothing resides, and I think to myself I would love to ring in the new year playing cribbage with my father (fair enough) I wonder to the basement of said domicile where father is playing a round of computerized texas hold'em and ask him "do you wish to play cribbage with me?" Thinking to myself since he hasn't talked to a human for over two days perhaps it would be best. "No, I don't feel like it, I just started this... Make sure you check that the door is locked and the light is off, you left them both last night." It hurt, I don't know why, perhaps I should expect it. Such a silly thing to be upset about but still a little saddening and something that kind of pulls a person up short. It makes me feel like I live here but I don't exist here. I'm water slipping through their fingers and they don't even know it.

I gather from the noise outside that the new year has begun and the old year has been put to rest. Good night and God bless.

To post or not to post

2007-07-24T22:22:00.000-07:00

Shoo... it has been a long time since I've done the old Post dance. I don't know that I even remember the steps. In the time that I've been away I've made new friends, learned that trusting people is okay, found out that I'm okay with me, and understood more and more each day how profound this life is and how much greater the next will be. If God gives us this life (even though it's filled with a bunch of icky and no good) to make only one decision, can you imagine what the next one will be?

I don't have a picture yet, but if you ask I'll show you... I have a new painting on the canvas that is my skin, and it's officially in color, and now that it is, it looks HUGE. AHH well, how cool is it to have a simile of one of God's very own paintings permently etched into your skin.

It's my parents anniversery today (the 25th) and in order to celebrate it I bought them junk food. Oh, and gave them a card expressing my true feelings on them, their marriage, and what I think about their relationship with my brother and I... perfuse thankfulness (you thought I was going to say something awful didn't you)

Any Holler and hootininy. My hand itches something fierce!! It's terrible the itching (the warts are dying, my skin is healing and my entire hand hates me). On that note I believe I've fullfilled my obligation of posting for miss bishop. And I'm going to leave you with this picture, of something that might scare you... the beginning stages of my research *dun dun DUUUUNNNN* or maybe I'll be saving that for later as blogger is refusing to hurt you with this image of a light curve... maybe I can leave you with something lighter... nope not that either. Not important. Peace out guys... God bless.
~Kayla Jo

Stupidity in the Work Place

2007-05-24T11:50:00.001-07:00

Hey all! So, wanna know the quickest way to get voluntarily fired? Tell your boss that if you don't get the upcoming weekend off, you're going to quit. Oh and be sure that you've only been at your job for 3-4 months so you're expendable. One of my co-workers tried to pull this stunt and my boss called her bluff. So we're officially one worker short at the Express Mart. So now, once again we get to go through the process of sorting through applications and, hopefully staying away from bar flies this time, find another applicant that is worth it. So far that is 4 people we've been through for this position. I swear I'm not that hard to work with. Neither is Chris or Rose or Swede. We're not evil hags that will try to trick you for your first born. The biggest problem is this, the days that I don't work are church days (Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays) So I can't ask any of my fellow church goers to apply because it's for those days that I don't work at night. Sad isn't it?

2007-05-21T21:10:00.000-07:00

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

Calc three and 8th grade math... I'm doing well.

2007-05-02T20:48:00.001-07:00

You Passed the US Citizenship Test

Congratulations - you got 8 out of 10 correct!

Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?

I win. I could be a US citizen. Oh wait, I am, and Canadians still know more about the US then I do.

The Process of Decaffination

2007-04-17T13:53:00.000-07:00

I'm tired. And I'm poor, so short of sleep I cannot use the nationally excepted way of waking up (IE caffine) cuz I can't afford it. It all started like this: I bounced a check to the church, only my bank payed it and then payed the overdraw fee. "You have no money, so we're going to punish you for having no money, so you'll have less then no money." but that got all fixed and now I'm learning how to not spend money willy nilly, on things that I don't need. Here comes in the massive withdrawel headache and the mild desire to be in bed with PJ's and complete darkness. But the headache is getting better and the odd feeling of floating is going away, so it's safe to say withdrawel is almost over and cravings will soon follow into the dark abyss of forgotten desires. But anyhoot. The next three days will tell me if I can give it up or not. Huzzah for the snippy attitude being gone! Peace Ya'll.

URGENT! Okay, maybe not so much but hey.

2007-03-28T20:44:00.000-07:00

I guess people are going to start mining over near hoffman hills. Which would suck butt. So if you guys could sign this patition that would be wicked awsome. The goal is 1000 so if you guys could tell everyone, that would be cool.

Duck Tape

2007-03-26T21:19:00.000-07:00

Duck tape graces three of the 15 warts on my right hand. Just thought you should know, and it's purple. It's a lovely color. I think I might have to go the dermitologists to get them lasered/burned off. Angie called them "bio-warts." They just won't die.

An Interesting thought

2007-03-11T12:21:00.000-07:00

I weigh six slugs!

So, I imagine this claim warrants some explanation. Our measure of weight is actually a force (IE like gravity). The slug is actually a unit of measure of mass very uncommonly used within the English system of measure. It is similar to the standard kilogram, but so much funner (look at the grasp of the english language) to say. So... in short my mass is six slug, whereas my weight is 192 pounds. Just divide your weight by 32 feet/second and you too can feel as good as I do at this moment. Peace out.
Kayla Jo

2007-03-09T17:54:00.000-08:00

I am posting again. I guess a big part is to say that I'll miss you all tomorrow at the work day *tear*. Can't come because smack dab in the middle of it is a manditory work meeting and I don't know how long it will last. Loves and Kisses. ~~Kayla Jo

I've been editing.

2007-03-02T06:56:00.000-08:00

So because it's white out, and it's falling perfusly from the sky, I have nothing to do until the concert today. So I am editing my blog, I've renamed some stuff, and I've updated my links list and I've added a poem... in the side bar... which my CS class helped me to edit (computer science). I feel special. The problem however is I had two assignments today and classes didn't get cancelled... which is very weird, as only a third of the campus lives in eau claire. On the web site for the school they posted a "Use your better judgment" as it pertains to coming to school. People under duress don't use better judgment, they bearly use ANY judgment. bah, just cancel it, it won't kill the professors any. alright, I'm done... I think I'll go and work on physics now.
~Kayla Jo

I've been tagged

2007-03-01T10:17:00.000-08:00

I've been tagged with the six weird things post... thank you mandie.

RULES: People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1) The reason I don't like peas is this: when I was 3 (I don't remember this) I somehow got pea hulls stuck in my sinuses for three days. On the third day, like Jesus rising from the dead the pea hulls shot from my nose in a spledifourus display of snotcapades.

2) My all time favorite activity is throwing a stick into the air and either catching it or getting hit in the head.

3) I have a cat who responds to me only on spanish commands (Venga Gustav... arriba, mi bueno gato. etc etc.)

4) I'm pretty sure I have a fan base at my job.

5) My inner ear is shaped odd so I can't hear anything super low sounds and tones above 15 kHz are lost to me.

6) I'm a physics major, which means I enjoy physical pain (anyone who has ever taken physics would understand).

Whooooo TO tag? Jigsaw,Cato Caitlin, Spawn of Biofrog,Sebaceous, soaring on wings of faith, & Are you in Dyer need?
all linked with those names

There you have it. Six weird things about me. I guess it's just a little fun to add to this snowy day.

I saw something interesting

2007-02-23T20:27:00.000-08:00

I saw lightning today. It is snowing pretty bad out right at this moment (after EEGAH! on friday) After the movie (EEGAH!) When I went to my car, I noticed nothing amiss, just a BUNCH of snow, where there was none before. So, the crux of the story is this, as I was driving toward Colfax on B, lightning nearly struck my car, blinded me and then was gone (you know like electricity arcing from the ground to the sky usually is gone after a second) THIS IS WEIRD!!! lightning and snow is NOT supposed to happen. It's like an eskimo thunder storm. (bad joke) Okay, I think I'm done, enjoy the pictures.
~~Kayla Jo

2007-02-14T12:54:00.000-08:00

SOOO... I hate valentines day. The college feminists are handing out condoms on the campus mall and here I am thinking to self... "self... what would you rather do?" and myself answers "homework... really I would rather be studying then to even broach the topic." I got told today that the only way to relieve the pressure in my ear was to hope that my ear drum pops and my first physics exam was today... printed on pink paper, which was disturbing. OHH OHH the funny thing about the condoms is that sometimes they miss with the staple and actually put a hole straight through the dang thing. So much for 99.9% safe. For some reason that strikes me as a very funny cosmic joke. Anyway that's it for my rant. Peace
Kayla Jo

My first Concert

2007-02-09T20:35:00.000-08:00

I worked my first concert tonight "This is Luke" it was awsome as all get out... and the turn out was AMAZING! God is so good to us. I'm tired but I am so at peace right now. It's just cool that God lets us play even though we mess up so much. It's the greatest feeling in the world to know that no matter how alone I feel I'm always loved by the Father and that makes all the difference in the world.
Love you all.

I've met the newest prophet... I think he's going to die soon.

2007-02-03T13:31:00.000-08:00

Saint Paul... the First Hermit

Yes, as my posting title states, I've met a self proclaimed prophet... a boy who thinks he is saved... sort of. SORT OF?? anyway, so I asked him why? and he's all "god told me he's cool with whatever I wanna believe and not to trust man made texts." (I believe he's hinting at my belief that the bible is a pretty good jumping point for belief structures as it's the Word of God, but maybe I'm wrong) Any hoot he went so far as to claim that the bible has been edited so many times that it's as good as any copy of harry potter. at this time I'm thinking to myself "self... if you don't say something that's backed up by secular history he's never ever ever going to believe you." so I busted out with the "dead sea scrolls shows us that today's bible is an almost exact replica of what Paul of Tarsus was studying when he was a pharisee." (I'd like to thank the 'Answers to Tough questions skeptics ask about the Christian faith' very informative and very very helpful when dealing with people who believe they are prophets or descended from aliens-an equally interesting story.) so then after I say that he asks if we could "get down" GET DOWN??? my reply? "you know what, here's a deal. you learn what your spitting on with your 'God's okay with whatever I do' faith and then maybe we'll talk. perhaps start with acts, then go to the gospel of John and move on to Luke, and then perhaps tackle Isaiah and Jeremiah and see what happens to the unrepentant, and we could see what happens after that. until then, be careful of the hot spots that are coming because I don't know how long God puts up with rebellion, if your even safe to start." it was a disturbing conversation and it made me very happy that I have a church family to smack me on the back of the head if I start getting uppity.

On Waiting.

2007-01-27T21:33:00.000-08:00

So, I'm waiting for a phone call. Just a guy I talk to at night so we can off load about the day. I can tell you, after today I don't really feel like waiting. I closed the store last night, and then I re-opened it this morning, so in the last OHHH 48 hours I've gotten maybe 5 hours of sleep. My mom, who was also going to work this morning made me promise never to sign up for that again (work until 11:30 and then be back at 4:00) I was sad too because I had to miss my first coffee house training day, and then because it was crappy weather out I canceled a massage appointment (I felt guilty scheduling because I was missing the coffee house training, which is far more important) so I shoveled the drive-way instead. This was at about 12:30. And then... OH my favorite part. here goes. I got to curl up and go to sleep from about 1:30 to 4:30, and my cat forgave me for waking him up so early (he sleeps in my bed with me) so he curled up with me too. I'm still waiting, but I think it's about time to call Gus (the cat) to his proper place at my feet (curled up in the opposite corner from my head). And perhaps, after devos and my head strikes the pillow I will sleep soundly until Nico and the Velvet Underground wake me with their subtle musings on the day we call... Sunday Morning.
~~Peace readers of this dribble.
Kayla Jo

I'M POSTING

2007-01-22T18:45:00.000-08:00

So... apparently I've been lax, I will try more addimatly to post at more regular intervals. Since I'm supposed to be fellowshipping with you lot I will post more when I get home tonight... after of course I finish some of my physics (you know, that homework that I got assigned the very first day. Blast.) :D

I built a program.

2006-12-14T11:36:00.000-08:00

I built a program, it takes a .txt file (like note pad or something) and turns it into a picture. I'm shocked that it worked. So, we got to send in pictures of our own making and I made a cat, and a weird tribel sign... the cat looks kind of weird because the only thing you can build a picture out of is triangles and lines and HTML based color (which is basically a 255 scale of red blue or green) Anyway, labs about to start, enjoy the pictures, I enjoyed making them.

IT SNOWED.

2006-11-10T08:52:00.000-08:00

Well ladies and gentelmen... as Heidi said when she called me this morning "IT'S WINTER! IT'S WINTER! IT'S WINTER!!! EEEEAAAAAAH!" As I live in Wisconsin I have come to terms with the white fluff that comes from the sky, and I have a relationship that qualifies as the type of love/hate. On occasion I love it, and it comes back and bites me in the butt and then I hate it. Today I spent an hour in my car during a normally short half an hour drive. It was a moment when I hate snow. The roads are turning to glare ice, and there were at least eight cars in the ditch. There were at least 2 major accidents accompanied with these cars frolicking in the snow. In short it was a 'fun drive.' Upside? I only fish-tailed once, and that's because I meant to. Yeah! Have a loverly day, and build a snow man for me.
KJ

A reflection

2006-11-02T14:32:00.000-08:00

Well... as many of you know, my dad got his knee replaced on monday, there was a scare with a blood clot on wednesday a.m. Thank you all for your prayers. It was really appreciated. He came home today. I haven't been there to see what's all going on as well... I haven't been able to go home. But as one of my co-workers needs to pick up some hours I let her take my friday so I can attend a concert. And bring Kim, who came with me on wednesday. Anywho. See you all Friday.

A New Cribbage board

2006-10-28T13:59:00.000-07:00

My dad went to a craft show in menomonie today. He was in it if any of you went down to to it. It was by the clock tower on campus. Anywho, he bought me a cribbage board. It is made out of black walnut and oak inlays. And the pegs are spent rifle shells. HOW COOL IS THAT? Yeah, I thought I'd let people know.

2006-10-21T22:06:00.000-07:00

Hello!!! It's been awhile. I've been up to? Ummm learning how to write HTML text in a C++ code and sending it to a ".html" file. That's my newest news. Oh OHH and just wanted to say Matthew is cool. The book. Yeah, so totally just discovered that. Don't know why, but this is the first time I've actually looked at it and started understanding what I was reading in the "context of the time." wow hey it is late I think I should be sleeping. 7:00 is coming up pretty quick. See ya'lls tomorrow (Sunday)

"A Panic at the Disco" and a headache

2006-10-02T10:39:00.000-07:00

I think I'm getting sick again. Not that it bothers me that much, but I don't wanna be sick *stomps feet and pouts*. The headache skipped the "OWOW" stage and went straight to messing with my balance. Extreamly dizzy and I should probably be sleeping if I could find time. Between the hours of three and four I will pull up a slice of tile floor and do just that I think. I would much rather sleep on carpet but I'll take what I can get. I think that's one lesson all college students should be forced to learn "How to sleep wherever you are" *holds up hands in a cube shaped form* "By the end of this class you'll know how to sleep comfortably in a space like this and NOT lose anything / get anything stolen." Ahh well, twenty minutes till class so I'm going to see what I can pull off in the sleep department (I'm really afraid that if I fall asleep I won't wake up for the rest of the day, and I don't have my chem lab notebook with me.) Okay, I gotta go to class again :P Later.

It's Official...

2006-09-23T22:08:00.000-07:00

Geo Metros really can do everything.

I saw the oddest thing in my life today. I saw a black bear (200 lbs) in the back of a Geo Metro. A green Geo Metro. It was surreal. I wish I had a camera to show ya'll what I'm talking about but it was laying in the back trunk area of the Geo with it's knees sort of up and its arms at it's side. It's head was just all reclined and it fit in perfectly. The hunter opened the hatch and there it was... just laying there. Gutted and everything. So strange.

Just thought I'd let you know.

The Fractured Thought Process.

2006-09-21T08:43:00.000-07:00

So... I wrote a program, basically what it does is counts from 1 to 100 and then calculates the squares. The problem is it skips even numbers. Isn't that how life works sometimes? We just skip the even numbers? The numbers that make most sense to us and we just fly on like nothing's missing. I have this feeling (I know we can't attach feelings to it) but Jesus is those even numbers, fits all the gears back into place so there isn't any more skips.

Those of you on a college campus every day, ever watch two people making out and just want to hit them in the back of the head screaming about the unsaved world and saving virtue for the man who wants to protect you forever? I really wanted to today. However the boy was big and the girl looked kind of mean. Still didn't change the fact. I think I have a problem with rage and that kind of thing sets me on sideways. I don't know why. I meant the makingout in public not the rage thing sending me into rage. That would be odd. Of course, I have a feeling that the rest of today is going to be odd.

I get to go and Gravimetrisize my alum today, and then I get to do something in Maple (and evil comp program that I've talked about before) and then I get to go to a "Physics Thursday" and then I get to go buy pants. and do Calculus. :) okay. I'm done. I can't write anymore without thinking to self "self... what are you talking about?" and the response will inveriable be "self... I don't know."

Later All.

~K

TahHAH!

2006-09-14T13:27:00.000-07:00

I burnt my hand today in chemistry. Well it was only my middle finger. Oddly enough, other then the expression noted above I didn't say anything. I'm an idiot really. What happens when you warm something up with a flame... expecially glass you ask? It gets hot, and when you remove it from a ring stand it burns exposed flesh. Oh yah! I'm an idiot.

So there is this thing in math that all the profs rely on to teach us how to do reletivly difficult math. It's called Maple. It's a computer program, which works about the same as a graphing calculator, accept much larger and maybe only a little smarter. It's one of those not fun kind of concepts that teachers have introduced into our classrooms in Eau Claire. I don't know if they do it at Stout but if they do, I understand your pain. My prof today was saying "Just copy and paste. It will work just fine." Serious booger moments while doing the project. I did that classic movie move of pulling off my glasses, throwing them across the table and rubbing my eyes. The thing about it is that I meant it.

Anywoop, I think it's time to go to my meeting. They (the physics staff) are doing a "Physics Thursday" lecture of reasearch opertunites within the department. Undergrad reasearch on my resume would be a good thing. Ahh well. My laptop battery is telling me it's time to pack up.

Oh before I go.

Peace Mama Jama
~~Kayla Jo

a little depressing poem

2006-09-08T08:49:00.000-07:00

It's odd what you find stashed in your school H:drive. I found this poem. I don't know when I wrote it, but here it is... Hope you enjoy.

Whisper Whisper into the dark
Of dreams filled with angst and greed.
Yell Yell into the light
Of dreams filled with love.
Shake it up my darling
The snow globe of life is waiting
For you
To break down
And die.
Stand up my child
Cry out for mercy
Stay silent
Cry out
Stay silent
Justify
Be Quiet you odius creature.
What say you?
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
BUT WHICH LORD?
My only lord.
Whisper whisper hate and greed
Yell Yell love.
Oh…dark long lonely night.

An Explosive First Day

2006-09-06T20:09:00.000-07:00

So, my professor ended our first day of class with an extrodinary attention getter. The pity is this, he did it at the end of class so it wasn't as exciting. He was talking about the scientific method--how you have to test things over and over again to find a general statement that fits everything, and then he was talking about this balloon "Why does it float?" Some smarty pants in the back of the class "Because it's lighter then air." "Now what would it be filled with in order for it to be lighter then air?" and everyone "Hydrogen... Helium" (a bunch of voices overlapping here) So he said "How do we test this?" and we all, mocking "the holy grail" here "YOU BURN IT!" and so he attatched a match to the end of a stick and lit it up. You see the fireball at the top of the screen? Yeah, so that's kinda what it looked like. And it made this really big boom noise "And this is my BOOM stick, on special for $179.95 at S-Mart... Shop Smart, shop S-Mart." Yeah, that was my first day of Physics. Later guys.

~K

2006-09-05T06:23:00.000-07:00

Well, ladies and gents, see these happy people? Soon, like in about an hour and a half I will be getting in my car to join them. Then as an added bonus I shall be walking across the famed brige to join the masses (maybe not masses, 10:30 is still early for the first day) then I will have three hours of class, by the end of which I will be very very hungry. So I will be eating, with what money? I don't know. I guess I'll be finding out when the moment arises. Hopefully I'll meet new and interesting people, and perhaps talk to some old friends. And if that doesn't happen? Well, meh, I'll live. I'll see you all in Montock.

~K

2006-09-04T09:15:00.000-07:00

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget.

You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.

You believe that people see you as a bit small and insignificant. People pay more attention to you than you think.

Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you're concerned, that's a very good thing.

For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.

Inside the Room of Your Soul

2006-09-04T09:11:00.000-07:00

You Are Fozzie Bear

"Wocka! Wocka!"
You're the life of the party, and you love making people crack up.
If only your routine didn't always bomb!
You may find more groans than laughs, but always keep the jokes coming.

The Muppet Personality Test

2006-09-04T09:02:00.000-07:00

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.
But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.

Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

My First Post

2006-09-03T20:06:00.000-07:00

Well hello guys and ladies. This is my first post on Blogger. This isn't my first post on a blog but that's beside the point. I enjoyed the clean lines so much that I thought I'd give blogger a try. I'm 20 years old, I have a problem controling my tongue, and I used to be addicted to pornography before God allowed me to find Him. Huzzah. Today is Sunday. Tomorrow is Monday, and I work, and Tuesday I GO TO SCHOOL! So excited. Of course Tuesday consists of three hours of Chem Lab, but it should be fun. Anywho, I think that's about it. Don't let me forget to tell Heidi.