Scavenger Hunts, Matrimony, and Hupix

Current State of the Union:

• Hupix: It isn't actually a real word, unless you ask Samantha, Emaline, or Andrea. And I'm sure a couple other people. But yes, I'm stupid enough to look it up. Why? Because after a while, I got suspicious of Samantha's smirks. Besides, when they all write it one their hands...are they starting a cult? or are they just obsessed? :P

• Matrimony: So today's lesson in CCD was about marriage. It was one lesson I actually enjoyed. Well, other than the part in Genesis where "you shall be fruitful and multiply" (Genesis 1:28). That grossed everyone out. But really, there's a lot of married people that could put a little more effort in before they get divorced. Even in hard times (like the current economic crisis), people shouldn't just be giving up, at least not on their marriage. There are always going to be bad times, but those people seem to forget all the good ones too.

• Scavenger Hunts: I love scavenger hunts. The real ones, not the ones your history teacher makes you do to figure out your textbook at the beginning of the year. I want at least one time in my life for someone to set up on for me. Like a real, good one. Either that, or I'm gonna have to start geocaching. Which is quite awesome.

Psychological Pain

So I was watching some rerun of House, and it was all about "the power of the mind" and how sometimes you can convince yourself you feel pain when you really don't and vice versa. And I think that's true. Sometimes, like when you have a broken heart, and you think you have chest pain, it's just your psychological pain being felt physically.

I don't know why the brain does that, and I'm not so sure I care to look it up, since I kinda have my own ideas about it. Sometimes, I think that your brain just can't cope, or maybe it's just the only way it knows of expressing it. I mean, crying only does so much, right?

So meanwhile, I'm trying to trick myself out of my own migraine, and frankly, it isn't working. It's just making me feel worst. And my brother doesn't seem to be falling for it either when I tell him that his whining about his headache is making him feel worse. But I suppose he has an excuse of actually being sick...


So I've been doing a lot with Lawrence of Arabia for film, and I have to say, great movie! They really didn't take too much creative license with it. Although, the guy who plays the main character, T.E. Lawrence is "much prettier than the real one," according to the director. Not to mention the real one was only 5'6", and the actor is 6'3". I know height doesn't always make a difference, but sometimes, it just makes one look more powerful on screen.

Oooh!! And the camels! There were so many camels in that movie, it was amazing! I have new respect for the animals, they're actually quite graceful and awesome. I have a new thing I must do before I die-ride one! (Although many of the actors suffered from bruised butts and tailbones...)

Not to mention, it's definitely not a movie with women in it. There's not a single speaking woman role in the entire movie. The neo-feminist in me frowns upon that.

So I'm off to make some faces in my mind at some certain people, and pray a little. Let's hope my connection to God isn't out of service for once.

Decision Making

So I'm horrible at decisions, and I want some advice. Should I go to Stella's funeral, even though many of the people going were much closer to her than me? I'm not sure if I belong there, on the other hand I might feel bad if I don't go...AHHH

(If clueless about identity or Stella, scroll down)

And I have to make "baked goods" for a NHS bakesale. The stupidest part is that I don't really want to be part of NHS. But, since I'm afraid of Mrs. Clift, I'll do it, at least for the rest of the year. Muffins better count as baked goods.

Stella

Stella died. Since no one reading this knows who Stella is, I'll explain.

Every year I go to a wonderful, welcoming, amazing second home. Aka, summer camp. My summer camp, Cedar Lodge, is owned by a family, the Edwards. This morning, the matriarch passed on.

Stella is so unique, was, I suppose. Every year, she knew every campers' name, and she'd put forth the effort to spend time with all the staff and campers, even after she had a serious fall a couple years ago. I'd marvel how she still remembered my name the second summer after spending only a week there. She of all people did. When several campers and staff did not. Campers and staff that spent much more time with me than her.

Every Sunday, she was there welcoming the new and returning campers, farewelling the leaving ones.

Every Sunday that I arrived at camp for the past six years, she was a fixture there.

Every Sunday, she was the first face I saw welcoming me back.

Every Sunday I left I missed her.

I only have one grandparent left. Stella was some kind of close replacement for the ones I was missing.

I miss my summer camp, I miss my camp friends, I miss the staff. But all those people and things I'll see again. Stella I won't.

Goodbye Stella. Rest in peace.

Photoshop

CS4 Extended! Yay!!!!

My Obsessions

I'm an overthinker, an overanalyzer, whatever you want to call it. So I gain obsessions easily. Unfortunately, getting rid of them doesn't always come easily. But I want to list some out, just so I can figure out how crazy I am. Here's the Graveyard of Obsessions (with some zombies).

• Assorted songs:The particular one comes and goes, but normally it's all I listen to for a couple weeks
• Twilight:wasn't (almost)everyone?
• books:duh
• Chocolate:especially Ghiradelli Dark Chocolate Raspberry whatever...YUM!
• Falling in love
• Falling out of love
• Facebook
• Myspace:in seventh grade...mhm. Don't ask, it's just creepy now.
• Gilmore Girls: Yes, I aspire to be like television characters. Which partially leads me to my next obssession, since it started out as Rory's...
• Finding the perfect college:I want the perfect college. I must be crazy, but I like Novi most of the time, my school, my friends, my life. I want to make sure college is just as good, preferably better and without rah rah girls and football players
• Getting into perfect college:That's why I make a point to read all those promotional letters and emails.
• Fifth grade: This is the grade where several things when incorrigibly wrong. It's the root of the two year pattern, the depression, the college obsession. Screw Freud, I did my own psychoanalyzation.

I have a QB tournament tomorrow. It show be fun, and awesome and all that cool stuff. But I should probably go to bed so I don't pass out in the middle of it.

What Level of Creepiness Constitutes Actually Creepy?

So I'm thinking back today to some random mini-topic that came up during Quiz Bowl. Being creepy and cyber-stalking someone.

But what actually constitutes cyber stalking? Because occasionally I'll tell one of my friends (who is Facebookless), "yeah, I saw that on [insert name here]'s Facebook." And she'll always give me a weird look, and sometimes say something about it. Maybe I'm crazy, but I think stalking is a little more than just looking at someone's Facebook. Am I wrong here? Because if I am...so many people are guilty of stalking.

Sigh... la technologia hace la viva muy complicada a veces. Por que?

And even if that's stalking, is it really that creepy if everyone is doing it? Because regardless of what Samantha says, stalking (real, physical stalking) is creepy, no matter what the stalker looks like.

So what do you think? Are we all just creepers?