Language: Personalized

This blogger.com thing is getting on my nerves, seeing how I already wrote this and then it logged me out all of a sudden. But anyway...

Language...I don't really have certain words that I use all the time. I say "wicked" and "dude" and "fail" a lot. When I look back on my language, it looks a lot like a guys, which is quite odd. But then again, I did grow up in a male dominated society soooo, that would seem so. I think my mannerisms are more prominent than my words. But, thats not the point of this blog. Wordss. I say I don't know a lot too. My thoughts seem to get in the way of me talking and I draw blanks a lot. But, honestly, I don't think I have a lot of words that I say all the time.

Weather: Baffling

I'm from the North. I was born there, I was raised there for 18 years of my life. I know how the weather is supposed to be in October...cool/cold. The leaves are supposed to be changing colors, or just in the ending phases of their lives. Reds, oranges, yellows, browns; leaves littering the ground. Morning dew has turned into morning frosts, your breath comes out in swirling smoke. I don't like this 80 degree weather. The humidity and the sunshine, radiating heat down on your skin. I don't like that. I'm not used to it; to be honest I'll probably never get used to it. There are no Maple trees to signal the transition into fall. All we have are pine trees, or palm trees or oaks that don't change color. I know we live by the beach, but somebody plant a damn Maple tree infront of my apartment. Cause it sure ain't feeling like fall. Its October 24. The TWENTY FOURTH OF OCTOBER. November is just a week away. At home? We're preparing for the snow, for the winter season, the season of Nor'easters. People are out putting snowtires on their car, getting gas for their snowblower, buying sand and salt for the sidewalks, chopping wood for their fireplaces/woodstoves. As much as I don't like the snow...I do miss it. Terribly in the winter. Cause it reminds me of home. And I don't mean the crappy little dusting of snow we got last year where classes got canceled. I'm talking about the few feet of snow that you get and you still have to trudge to the bus stop. Where school gets canceled for it being TOO cold. Oh, I do miss the good ol'days where we could make tunnels in the snow. I'm sure 90% of this campus population of students hasn't been in place or seen snow more than a foot or two feet for that matter. And at that thought, I smile. Cause they don't know what they're missing. The delight of the first snow man, the first snow angel, the first chance to sled. It truely is a young child's dream come true. I'm pretty sure we don't dream about going to the beach in the winter....

Religion: Non-existant?

To start off, I'd just like to say that I'm not a very religious person. My father is a Catholic and my mother is an Episcopalian. I was baptized Episcopal and I went to that church. Our family sort of pushed the Catholic part away and buried it. We weren't really big on the church going, though. When we first started to go, mom and dad seemed to want to go every Sunday, to praise the lord. But then, months later, we'd only go when me or Kris or both of us had to work the service or they had to count the money. Then we just stopped going overall and didn't really seem to think too much about it.

I don't believe I have a set religion. I know, down here in the south, going to church and being religious and following the bible is big. But, being from the north, we just didn't go to church. It wasn't our top priority. And its not my top priority right now. I know my roommate is very religious and likes to go to church every Sunday. It's just not me. I don't even think I'm that spiritual either. I don't know, I don't really believe in God.

I do have faith though. I don't have religious faith, but I have faith in others and myself, that kind of stuff. I don't believe in God but I do believe in a higher power. I believe that there is someone watching out for us, but I don't believe its God.

Addiction: X-Files

Ooooh Scully and Molder. You know, anyone who has seen the X-Files knows about these two. Scully, with her bright fire orange hair, cute in her 90's suit. Molder, with his notions of a bunch of nosense about aliens and government conspiracies. So, its been me and my two roommates, Morgan and Kaitlin. I think we've permanently imprinted our butt cheeks in the futon and the couch. Its so very unhealthy, but its oh so addicting. We've been watching season three, season four, season five and are now just starting season six. I have the theme song permanently imprinted in my head. I probably have nightmares about some of their cases. I have no idea, but all I know is that we love the X-Files and we aren't going to stop until we're gone through all the seasons. I think they're about nine seasons. Oooo JOY.