All Or Nothing

Nope, haven't quit blogging

Nope, haven't quit blogging. Not at all. Haven't gotten bored with it. Haven't become disinterested in the blogging world. None of that. The only problem is that I have no internet access in my new apartment as of yet. Therefore, my only chances to blog anything, or even check my email, are few, far between, and really short-lived. I am only getting lucky right now that my fabulous friend Allison is not needing her internet or phone line for the few minutes it takes to write this little message. BUT, I am fully planning on getting the blog back in shape ASAP. As soon as I have some money, and some internet, things are really going to be looking up. But for now, I leave you with this:

A Random But Important Listing of Items

1. Mel Gibson's interview with Diane Sawyer last night: I thought he did a great job. I am wondering what the rest of you might have thought. If you didn't see it, find someone who taped it or tivo-ed it and take a look.

2. Technology: Whenever I play Snake II on my cell phone, I play it on the highest level (obviously, as this is the only good way to get the most points quickly). However, lately my phone has, instead of saying "New Game" when I die, started an annoying and presumptious habit of asking me (in what I can only imagine as a very condesending tone) "New Level?". If I wanted a new freaking level, I would put it on a new level. I don't need my cell phone or anyone else to ask me if I am capable of performing on a certain level. How audacious.

3. A-Rod Trade: I hated A-Rod even when he played for the Rangers. 25 million is an unbelievably ridiculous salary for anyone, and the fact that the Rangers needed pitchers more than anything else and spent their entire freaking cash allowance on A-Rod, and that he happily allowed it, is annoying. And dumb. I'm glad he's gone. "But", you say, "even to the Yankees, Elise? How can you want anyone to go to the Yankees?" Now I don't hate the Yankees like everyone loves to do, but I don't like them, either. And I don't like the fact that they just stack the heck out of their team and take all the sportsmanship out of the game. However, it is because of this that I feel A-Rod is exactly where he belongs. He is a player who makes $175,000 every game, regardless of what he does, and he is now playing for a team who is more than likely going to win, no matter what they do, because they have the money to buy the best team in baseball. The common theme is fairly obvious. Birds of a feather, you know? He's gonna be right at home in New York.

More soon. Thanks for your patience....most of you :)

I should really post again.

I should really post again. Don't think I don't know it.

Inspiration

I am inspired by the blogging dedication of both Regan (who I don't actually know) and Hoover (who I do actually know) to make an effort to post every day. Even if it's something pointless (like I'm ever pointless, seriously).

So here we go. Let me share with you a little story, or anecdote, if you will. After a long day of school and work, I came home and was pleasantly surprised to find that my roomate, Amy, was also going to be home for the evening. "Ah, some pleasant company", I thought to myself. However, I was soon to find that I had much too high of hopes for the evening, since Amy's plans seemed to consist of sitting on the couch, doing some sort of lesson plans, and not talking to me in any way whatsoever. My idea of an evening of stimulating conversation seemed to be fading away. But I was not to be daunted. After composing and singing several verses to a song I made up about Amy writing lesson plans, then singing her a new song about our dog, Isabella, and finding that I was still effectively being ignored, I resorted to talking with my cat, Jack. Hope seemed to be renewed - Jack and I were getting along swimmingly, but then, for no apparent reason, he got up and walked off disdainfully. I guess it was something I said. As I was contemplating where I had gone wong with the cat, Amy looked up from her papers and recognized my existence! I was trying to contain my excitement at being validated by her as an actual presence in our apartment, when she opened her mouth to speak!

"Hey, will you go get the mail."

Lest any of you think that I forgot to put the question mark at the end of that sentence, let me assure you that it was not in any way phrased as a question. Go get the mail. That was the statement of the evening. And lest any of you think that I responded to such an insult by actually going to get the mail, let me tell you that you are correct. Sadly enough. I tend to be a little pathetic like that sometimes. But let me tell you, the song I made up in my head on the way down to get the mail is going to show her.....

I Have No Clue What I'm Doing

another little test..

I Might Have a Clue What I'm Doing...

Ha! The comments are working, the blog is working, I am the queen of all things computer. As if I have a CLUE what is going on in that template....but that is beside the point, isn't it. First question: I would really like to know if anybody out there (besides Travis of course, and good for him, too) has read C.S. Lewis' Space Trilogy. I would even accept any of the books in the trilogy. I know they are old, and I know they aren't on the popular-books-to-read-right-now list, but if anyone else has read them, I would just love to hear some thoughts.

The Beginning of Everything

Ok, because I have this desperate and driving need to fit in somewhere, somehow, I have decided to make myself a blog site. I mean, everyone else is doing it, so why not? :) No, but I have to say, I have been inspired by some fellow bloggers, namely one Heather Dalton, and so if nothing else, this is in honor of her. As I really don't even know if this is going to actually post or work or anything, I am going to cut this post short and I will have a real official inaugural post sometime in the very near future.