I was born at 4:02am 20 years ago (yes, I was obnoxious and trouble from the start--I just tell my parents that I'm the "interesting one"), which is kind of weird.

I mean, if I live to be 80, I'm a quarter done with my life. I don't know what I want to do with it. [In general] I can't stand small children, so I have no desire to marry for that reason. I adore men, but that's a rather selfish reason so marry. Besides, I don't have any prospects. A quite limiting factor, as these things go. :D

I need to decide what to do for a job. Something working with animals would be great. I need to take Cani* to the vet to get some shots when we get back from vacation--I think I'll ask about getting a job as a lackey. Basically I'd clean kennels and hold down the nasty spoiled little dogs getting their distemper shots. But hey, that would open me to the world of animal people (hopefully move me towards horse people). A job at a zoo or aquarium (I'd prefer the dolphins to the penguins, though) would be quite nice.

I desperately miss horses.**

Basically I'd need a job that let me pay the bills, save a bit, and have a nice little house or apartment that I'd share with a large dog with large teeth*** who enjoys spending nights on the couch with me watching "House" and "Stargate SG-1" reruns and drinking martinis. He must also enjoy long walks on the beach at dusk and swing dancing. Must be reformed. Lutherans, Anglicans, and Reformed Baptists must go through a screening process, but are not excluded. No, seriously, dogs have denominations--I knew a basset hound once who was incredibly stupid, smelly, and pooped in my yard. She (name of "Odie[ous]", if you care) displayed blatant [insert denomination of your choice] tendencies. :P

I wasn't thinking much about turning 20 (after all, it's only a year more than 19!), but I find myself suddenly wistful and contemplative. If I was capable of sentimentality about such things (growing up, I mean), I'd feel that too. Maybe I should try to be sentimental.

...

No, it doesn't work. It just makes me cynical and want to go buy a handgun or something. Actually, I do want a handgun, they look nifty. I've never shot one before, though. Rifles and such, yes. Handguns, no. I think my grandfather wants to take us out to practice with some of his when we get back to SC. That'll be neat.

Also, is it incredibly weird to harbour [no-longer] secret crushes on one's uncles?

Also, David (my brother) has the same legs as one of these uncles. My mother was noticing it too, thankfully, so I don't feel so pervy about it.

On the Christmas line... my parents got me an iPod nano??!?? O_o
That one I did NOT see coming--at ALL.
It's so shiny and green and it's like a jewel, only better, because it plays music. **** 

I'm rather tired now, and I miss my friends, so I'm going to bed.
Goodnight, world!
God bless.

Like, hi.

I have a xanga? How odd, I'd forgotten.

Yes, I'm still alive, single, in love with horses, an English major, and tired.

Thank you.

I also managed somehow to rip the skin completely off the bottom of my left-foot's big toe during a particularly energetic swing with Nathaniel F. at the last contra (which was wonderful, as always, but increased exponentially more so because of the band that played). I think I used 'exponentially' incorrectly there. Whatever. You still knew what I meant, right? Right.

Cani, Figwit, Sir Percy, and Sir Sigma are all fine, furry, finny, and full of flattery and finesse.

I'm going to bed. If something interesting happens in my life, I'll let you know. Otherwise you can just assume I'll be graduating in two years and going globe-trotting with Priscilla.

Oh, I am going to Cranberry this Friday with Mrs. J and my parents so I can get fabric for my Pemberley Promenade dress and the parents can all buy groceries and beer. Or something.

Tallis Scholars concert in Pittsburgh next week, Pemberley the week after!

Doesn't it just stink when you know you have a silly weakness for something, and recognize it, and ignore it, but can't get rid of it completely? And it crops up at annoying times? And I'm making no sense?

Good.

Buh-bye, now.

A few snippets of good poetry from American Lit.

"Oh! fight My Field: no Colours fear:
I'll be thy Front, I'll be thy rear.
Fail not: My Battles fight.
Defy the Tempter, and his Mock.
Anchor thy heart in Me thy Rock.
I do in thee delight."
~Edward Taylor

"Thou as a bridegroom from thy chamber rushes,
And as a strong man, joys to run a race;
The morn doth usher thee with smiles and blushes;
The Earth reflects her glances in thy face."
~Anne Bradstreet

I spent Friday with some weird people.
No, seriously.

Oh, by the way.

This website is wonderful.
An article my lab partner and I were enjoying.

http://artofmanliness.com/2008/01/16/stop-hanging-out-with-women-and-start-dating-them/