Stupid Scam People Wasting My Time!!!

Here I will do a community service and say that if you received a postcard that looks like the one below and was postmarked from San Diego California, ignore it! :P You might already do so but if you're a conscientious person like me, you have to verify everything, so I'll save you the trouble. I wasn't stupid enough to call the number on the card, but I did call the REAL loan center just to be absolutely certain it was a scam. Which it is. So that's 20 minutes of my life wasted because some moron decided to rob people with student loans. It's not bad enough that we're in debt, you've decided to try to take the money we don't have! To whoever sent this to me, congratulations, you are officially scum.

Luckily they didn't get my money but my time is just as precious to me. So I would now really like these people to do my presentation that's due tomorrow which is ironically about finding a HELPFUL solution to the wealth divide... On second thought, nevermind; these people would only mess it up.

Writer's Question of the Week

Writers often must ask themselves strange questions when they write such as whether or not someone would die if an elephant sat on them or the average time it would take a unleaden swallow to fly north. Here's my writer's question of the week:

Would a small glass ink pot shatter if it was thrown in someone's face or would it just leave a heck of a bruise?

The beauty of writer's questions is you don't necessarily have to be right. You just need a general consensus because the whole idea is that someone doesn't read your book and then say to themselves "That wouldn't happen!"

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Shout Out To...

Kelly who got married yesterday! Congratulations! It was a beautiful ceremony full of love, light, and ...pumpkins.

And personally I think EVERYONE should have a Hello Kitty wedding cake!

Picture of the Week and News!



This is a rather blurry picture but it looks good that way. I took it in Taiwan at a place called Tiger Head Park. It reminds me of one of those fast action camera tricks they do on TV when all the cars turn into streaming lights.

In Cherie News:

I started serious editing on my novel today. I already separated the scrap from what needs to be kept but since I dropped dozens of characters and made several changes much of it needs to be rewritten. Starting with the entire beginning. I was going to start on Saturday but I was so daunted by the fear of doing something wrong and once again messing up the story that's been my life's work that I decided to write in my children's novel instead. But today I actually started the new beginning and I'm feeling really optimistic about it. I just hope it stays that way because I'm too lazy to learn to be good at anything else. Writing's all I've got.

On a somewhat related note I've decided that I quite like surrealist French poetry. This is a nice surprise since I thought I'd hate it more than the classic poetry considering I generally dislike modern artistic movements. It's best in French, though, so I recommend you all learn French to read it.

It's a Grey, Grey World...

Yes, I like to spell grey with an "e." Deal with it. At any rate when I look outside my window from my bed all I see is white-grey abyss. It's liked my entire house has been wrapped up in a giant somber cottonball.

On the upside, I've realized recently that I really love my job tutoring at the elementary school. I still don't want to be a teacher, but I think one of the reasons I enjoy tutoring is because for a few hours each week people look up to me and I can give them knowledge that's important to them as opposed to the general college standard of not knowing what the heck I'm doing half the time and never being sure if I have anything useful to add.

In other news, one of my mid-terms got pushed back to Monday so the pain's not over yet...

Because I Have Ceased to Be Interesting...

I'm going to feature someone who is! Ever wonder where all my time goes on the internet? So do I! But I can attribute at least a small percentage to looking at pics by this fabulous Harry Potter fan artist. And I'm sure she needs my endorsement...(sarcasm) But nonetheless perhaps some of you will enjoy her work. I've already probably bugged most of you to look at it.

http://acciobrain.ligermagic.com/

Pictures of the Week Return!


Yeah...kinda took over a week blog hiatus and probably lost my entire readership. Anyway, I wish I had some funny pictures or something interesting but here's just some natural beauty of Granville and Denison. On the top is the village in it's fall colors and the bottom is the Swasey Chapel spire and Burton Morgan in the moonlight.






In other news: Mid-terms approcheth and my sanity goeth...

Pictures of the Week:Old School...Literally.















This is a historical park I went to in California with my Dad. Click on the picture below to read it. It is a list of digressions coupled with the number of lashes each would earn you. The glare unfortunately covers up #10 a little which is either "sewing" or "swearing." I'm hoping it's "swearing" because I just don't feel like sewing should be worth 8 lashes. However, boys and girls playng together clearly merits 4 lashes...

Japanese Tourists?

There are many places you expect to see Japanese tourists: famous monuments, grand museums, big cities, giant balls of twine...

But one place you don't expect to see Japanese tourists is Granville Elementary School. Nontheless a bunch of Japanese men and women dressed in suits randomly came in while I was tutoring and started taking pictures of the students.

This story has no point and I still don't know why they were there but it's a good addition to my list of strange observations.

It's National Fire Prevention Week!

...To which I ask, don't we want to prevent fires every week?

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Things that aren't as good as they used to be: The mints in my cafeteria. At least they still have them, but the wrappers of the old mints were very good whereas these wrappers start sticking to the mint if you leave them in your pockets for even short periods of time. Probably an evil scheme to stop students like me from hoarding the mints.

Note to the Photographer

In a gross oversight I forgot to aknowledge the awesomeness of my queen picture taken by the marvelous Becky who wandered around with me at RenFest. There are very few people capable of capturing my full regal beauty, but Becky has done it. So to Becky: a tip of my crown to thee.

Pictures of the Week: I Am the Queen



As monkey socks descend down the page I am reviving my ever exciting pictures of the week feature. Now I've been having pictures which I've sort of been counting as pictures of the week but I like being able to officially post for this purpose. Anyway, it was more than a week ago that I was at the Renaissance Festival but I still thought everyone should see what a striking resemblance I am to Queen Elizabeth I.



These other two pictures are even older but it seems to be a pictures of the week tradition to have old pictures. Anyway I took these at an aqaurium in San Diego. Here you see "wuv troo wuv..." or "true love" for anyone who can't read my Princess Bride quote (which is probably everyone even if they've seen it because that does not translate well into text.) The point is that this couple of eels is the cutest couple I've ever seen.



This is just an awesome pic I took which would probably make you believe that I'm a better photographer than I really am. What's my secret? Luck.

Anybody Ever Wanted To...?

Put on a pair of bunny ears and run around? No? Just me then I guess.

OH MY GOD!!!!

Okay, although I'm not religious, I don't normally take the Lord's name in vain. Probably because I'm not religious so what would be the point anyway? But as my favorite author Terry Pratchett once put it (though slightly differently) "Oh my god I don't believe in" just has less zing.

EENYWAY, I think my departure from normal speech patterns can be justified by the WEIRDNESS that just happened to me. Good weirdness. Awesome weirdness. But weirdness all the same.

Okay, so this guy from my fencing club invited me to watch a movie with him and some friends. I go to see said movie (Robin Hood Men in Tights) and in the middle a girl walks in and starts talking to my fencing buddy. He says, "Oh, this is my girlfriend, Lucy." I greet her and then she looks at me and says. "Cherie?"

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Now, at this moment you would have to be me or a family member to guess who this Lucy might be, so I have to add back story which makes this universe has-socked-you-in-the-face moment so much less shocking than it deserves to be, but oh well.

When I was a kid I had a friend named Kyle. He was my best friend being one of the few kids my age within walking distance. (My mom would not let me cross the street unassisted until I was 8.) Kyle had a little sister. Now, at the time, I admit I was closer with Kyle because his younger sister was younger than me and five to eight year olds can be quite elitist. However, towards the end of our friendship I hung out with Kyle's little sister a lot more and when they moved away she was the only one who wrote to me. Which is how Kyle incited my eternal wrath, but his sister was much elevated in my opinion as being thus the best friend of the two.

Sadly, after a year or so of letters, we lost touch.

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Fast forward like 13 years and picture me sitting in the Morrow House lounge staring at the girl across from me with my jaw unhinged, desperately trying to make the synapses in my brain connect with what I'm hearing.

Now anyone with any understanding of narrative has probably already guessed what's about to happen. So I shall only confirm that, yes, the Lucy that I met today was my long lost sandbox buddy and next door neighbor who is now attending my university.

I still have so much homework to do but I can now neither concentrate nor sleep because I can barely believe I'm awake.

...I don't suppose my old elementry school sweetheart will be next? Kenneth, you out there? Call me. No? Well, can't have it all.

Thar Procrastinatin' Pirate!

Yar, yesterday was that finest of days where there be the speakin' of the pirate speak. Sadly what with one thing and the other I didn't get around to celebrating it... Nor did I hear any fine pirate speak. I only saw one guy dressed in proper uniform and failed to extend an "ahoy!" to him. But Becky was kind enough to wish me a fine day and such was a bonny gesture. The barnacles of guilt do gnaw at my soul. On a random note to Becky, I will get those Renaissance maze pictures to you soon. I should have already since I downloaded them quite a while ago, but I think I must have gotten distracted by a shiny object or something. As any true pirate would...

I fear I'm not really all that good at Pirate talk to be honest, though. And yesterday I went to bed around 9:30 because I've been sick for quite a few days now and my normal four hours of sleep just haven't been cuttin' it as far as recuperation goes. Luckily I'm feeling much better now for all that sleep, but it isn 't something I can do all the time unfortunately. I shouldn't have done it last night as I will now have to work a lot harder today but oh well...

Cherie's Wisdom of the Day

Exposition Tastes Funny: Don't feed it to your fictional characters too much. It will give them stomach aches.

Cherie's Firsts: Last night at my university's perfomance of the 5 Browns was the first time I ever saw a guy play rock on a piano with his elbow and knee while screaming "Oh baby!"

It was pretty hot.

I Don't Know About Dancing, but he Sings AND Does Martial Arts!

All right, enough of this boring talking about my blog on my blog. Here's a fun fact for today. Jackie Chan can sing! Don't believe me? Check it out for yourself: Jackie Chan Music Video

The song is "I'll Make a Man out of You" from the Disney movie Mulan. He sang for the Chinese version of the film.

You Can Post Comments Now!

It has come to my attention that the comments field was not functioning since I had accidently chosen to moderate it by email and then neglected to put an email in the email field. So if you posted a comment and thought that I snubbed you because it was never approved, I just want you to know that that's not the case at all. Any previous comments simply would have fallen into the sad white abyss of cyberspace. Anyway, the good news is that the comments are working now as Tim has so kindly proved. So please comment if the fancy strikes you!

Like I'm Being Watched...

Seriously, though, it's a good thing.

I just saw that my blog profile has had 32 views. Normally I scoff at such internet related numbers and I've already told you all how I feel about Facebook. But as this particular statistic appeals directly to my ego, I'm quite proud of it. I am vain enough to look at my profile a lot, but I don't think I've looked at it that much. I'm also not sure it even counts me, because I just looked at it again and it didn't go up. If that's the case, the number's even more awesome. I'm flattered people are interested enough in me to look at my profile. Not that I'm not just that super, but I was under the impression that five people tops read my blog, so that's a pretty impressive number all things considered. It could be just other bloggers skimming profiles with similar interests, but that's still good. I don't expect my blog to become wildly popular, I just like to know that someone looks at it.

And I admit that this entry cannot beat monkey socks, which is also another reason I haven't posted in a couple days (that and the mounds of homework). But it's just so awesome to have a picture of monkey socks at the top of my blog that it'll be sad to bump them down. Still, we must all move on in life. My Buddhism class has taught me that all things are impermanent. I also learned that Harrison Ford and Richard Gere are Buddhists. I'll let you decide which of those facts is more enlightening.

Monkey and Banana Socks!

They rock my feet.

Hey There Hot Stuff

Today I had to exercise in Taylor House because I didn't get to Mitchell early enough and Taylor house has a treadmill angled in such a way to the mirrored wall that if you turn your head, you can see most of your backside while you're exercising. It was because of this that I realized what a fine backside that I have. If you know me (which you probably do if you're reading this) then you know that I'm quite vain, and you've likely already accepted this. Sadly, I already love me, so hitting on myself does me no good. Alas, why can't there be a man as sexy as me?

Now I bet you're asking, "Cherie, why do you need to exercise if you're so hot?" Well, it seems I was born with perfectly toned muscles and therefore became accoustomed to them. Unfortunately, laziness and college food has taken those muscles away. A problem with motivating myself to do something about this loss is that is I'm still incredibly hot. Yet, parts of me just don't feel like they used to. So I exercise in an effort to feel as sexy as I look.