"Do you guys know about chocolate? You don’t? Oh man, this is gonna be huge!"

Today in the bank a little old lady asked me if my father was home from the war yet. It’s a little hard to respond to questions like that. Especially since the look in her eyes hinted strongly that she would rant against Herr Hitler and his band of wicked men on only slight prompting. So I just smiled and said he wasn’t in the military any more. And she smiled and nodded without comprehension and hobbled away. 

Since the Old Age Pensions came out yesterday we’ve been very busy at the bank. I got to buy some American Cash, and open a safe deposit box, and cash many many cheques. Yesterday I cleared over one hundred thousand dollars worth ($100,000.00) of cheques. But no, there’s no money in this economy at all. 
And today I had a monumentous realization! I figured out why I’ve been so tired lately! I haven’t been eating. Somehow you’d think I’d have figured out by now how to avoid that, but not I! It only takes two days of eating badly for my appetite to go away, and then the brakes are off until I start seeing physical symptoms. And put two and two together to get four. *sighs* It’s since I’m working over lunch hour all the time, I’ve just been skipping that meal. Then it was really hard to get up in the morning, I was so tired, so I wasn’t really eating breakfast. Finally, realization dawns today. 😀 I wasn’t loosing weight this time or anything, so it’s all good. And I AM getting up for breakfast tomorrow. And I’m bringing a lunch to work. *is firm* That’s what I’m doing. 
The Brownie Halloween party was on Tuesday, so we got dressed up for that. Fraulein went as a marvelous Mime, and I, in a brilliant show of bluffing, dressed myself up in a blue satin thing that someone had given the family and called myself the Queen of the Night. Really, if you act as though you know what you’re doing, most people won’t question you. 😀

No food is better for you than not enough food?

First things first: I have been staying up too late lately, and this needs to stop.

I’ve been msning Third World’s amusing friend Mind Kicker. (Freewill, Pan-handling, Website design and Upkeep-all the fun stuff. *grins*) But, he is three time zones away, in the wrong direction. It’s not so bad if I talk to people from my home, cause it’s later at home than it is here, and they eventually get off. But when you put me on the line with a night owl on the West coast, I have to watch the time myself. This is not spectacularly successful. “does that say three o-clock?” *sheepish*

This does not bode well for May. Home is at least 1.5 hours away from all my classmates’ homes, and 5.5 away from those on the West coast. *cries* What am I gonna DOOOOOO!!!!!

I noticed today that the lack of sleep was an issue because of my griping mood, and my stunning intolerance of Music class. It was not a fun class, let’s just say. And if I’m in that condition in Scriptures class, it’ll be all I can do to keep from actively hitting myself in the head with something. *shudders* Scriptures class…

Let’s think about something else. *eyes light upon title* Right.

Dr. Patrick said something very- odd, in class yesterday. He was talking about Fasting, and he said that if all you take in is water, and maybe some water-soluble vitamins, you can go 40 days without food easily. He of course also took the opportunity to poke fun at the Americans in the class, saying that many Americans could go a year without food. That’s our Dr. Patrick! It seems that your body starts running very efficiently if you don’t put anything into it, but if you mess it up with only a little bit of food, it’s confused and you get health issues.

This seems to make sense, in a very odd way, but I’m a little confused as to why he put that information out there, knowing that I have had problems with food. He is rather notorious for being “no respecter of persons” if he thinks you or someone else in the room needs to hear the information. But still, I don’t know. You function at normal? No one would know that you weren’t eating? That’s dangerous information to be dropping around.

Oh, who am I kidding. He probably thinks there isn’t an issue with me hearing that info; I was never admitted after all. If my presence crossed his mind at all. *sigh* I am remarkably invisible when the professors are concerned. Case in point; three Latin classes running I haven’t been called on, despite other people in the class translating two or three times- and this has been happening off and on all year.

I fly under the radar.

Now it’s time to go do some homework, so that when I bump the radar again I don’t die. *grins*

*slinks off to assault Latin*

All I want to do, is be more like me, and be less like you.

The sun is shining off the snow into my window, and I’m in a good mood. I tell you, calling home is a great invention.*laughs* In my last few calls home, I’ve found out an interesting piece of information regarding one of my siblings each time.

  1. First I found that PT is probably going to Dubai
  2. Then I found that Frauline is possible going to England for a Girl Guide trip.
  3. Now I find that my little brother Trapezoid (age 12) has joined Cadets, and just went to a dance.
  4. next time? (something about Slonner?)

(for those who don’t know, that’s descending order of age. I’m the oldest, followed by PT, Frauline, etc. )
I’m all grin-ny.

I’ve really been feeling stunningly incompetent recently; noticing my complete inability to manage money, manage my time, and behave in social situations… Don’t you love it when you realize that you either annoy, frighten, disgust or amuse the people around you? I know I do.

But I’m better now. ALSO, I didn’t do anything other than skip a few meals in three weeks, so I feel proud of myself. HA! Take THAT! *waves hands wildly*

Now Reading Week has begun. I have a vague idea of what I’m doing for my papers, and I’m making waffles tomorrow. It’s good.

Oh, I love this quote. It’s from the intro to Rich Mullin’s Higher Education and the Book of Love. No, I love parts of this quote, which I have included here. Some other bits, not so much…

What does it mean to be human?
What does it mean to be human?
I cannot help but suspect
that at one time in the history of thinking
that people believed that it meant
that we were spiritual
that we could make choices
and were capable of aspiring to higher ideals
like maybe loyalty
or maybe faith
or maybe even love

But now we are told by people who think they know
that we vary from amoeba
only in the complexity of our makeup
and not what we essentially are


They would have us see ourselves as products
so that we could believe we were something to be made
something to be used
and then something to be disposed of
used in their wars
used for their games
and then set aside for we get in their way
who are they?


What does it mean to be human?
I cannot help but believe
that it means that we are spiritual
that we are responsible
and that we are free
that we are responsible
to be free

Anyways, better go do some of my work. *grand bow*