Why can't I see my picture?

I just stayed up till 12 am watching The Punisher with my brothers. I can't say I agree with Frank Castle's methods, but he sure makes one heck of a tragic, romantic hero. *silly look on her face as she day dreams* HA!

They just found "Hobbits" in Indonesia ! I always knew Tolkien was on to something! http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/3948165.stm

Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man is one of the most depressing books I have read in a long time. I guess I can see why the narrator was so crack in the Prologue.

Fall Back

I love the autumn; cool crisp days, brilliant arrays of color, fog cloaked mornings and watching things drift into hibernation.

Then there is the scary side to this line of thought. Do I really love the whole concept of things dying back, time changes, and gray days? Yes, all life changes. Perhaps my love, shows adaptation and a willingness for new things.................HA! Who am I trying to fool? Its just a wonderful day!

The search for Self......Wait, I didn't even know Self was missing.

Self. It seems to be the thing that many people are concerned about. When you go to school, one the the opportunities is "finding out about my self". In my American Novels class, that is the biggest theme. People want to find out who they are and leave their mark on the world. Looking out for number one. Selfish?

But...what about those people who know who they are? What about the people who are happy just living and not concerned about leaving a mark on the world. I know where I want to go and who I am.
Goal: To get to Heaven
How to Achieve This?: By living a good life. Finding out my vocation, learning more about my faith, living my faith and treating others with respect and kindness.
It doesn't seem that hard, but it is. So many times I get caught up in every day life, that I forget to be kind to some one or even say "Thank you" to God. I just have to work harder. Starting now, I'll stop being lazy and finish my Beowulf paper.

All men must die; Let him who may

Win glory ere death. --Beowulf

Bandit

Last Friday we had to put our dog Bandit down. I wasn't very attached to her, but she has been around for almost 13 years. I found out that I did care. I always thought she would die in a last stand sort of thing. She was the kind of dog that used to chase cars, hunt any animal(hopping after the mice), fight with any dog or cat that invaded her property, scare any human. We never had any trouble with kids stealing stuff since they knew Bandit was around. In the end, she was too protective and bit men who came around our house. After the 5th time we knew we couldn't control her(she was tied up at the time and some guy came too close). Mom made me drive her and Bandit to the vet's. I didn't want to, but did. Mom held Bandit the whole time and started to cry when Bandit died. I couldn't watch so I was walking around the vet's yard picking up leaves.
It is odd how animals affect people. They don't live long, but we put so much time and love into them. My dog Strider seems to accecpt me the way I am. He doesn't care if I don't do well in school or if I have a job. All he wants is attention, food, and games. He is totally dependant on me and the family. A version of unconditional love?
(Sorry about the spelling errors, I can't find the spell check for some odd reason.)

I was trying to think of one

I was trying to think of something wonderful to write about, but nothing inspirational came to mind. All I could think of at the time was my favorite actor, Gerard Butler. He has a movie coming out on Oct. 22 called Dear Frankie. It looks like a comedy chick flick. Most of the time I can't stand chick flicks, but if this one has Gerry in it......... I am pitiful, I know.

We visited my brother this last weekend. It looks like he is having fun at school, much different then my college experience. He has two roommates in a room smaller than mine. I don't know how they stand it since they are all big guys. I wish his roommate Chris didn't have a girl friend. Finally I meet a nice, Catholic boy and he is taken. Go figure. That is the way it always is with me.

Moby-Dick's Reign of Terror

Moby-Dick: almost 600 pages of solid torture, written only to drive innocent students to the brink of insanity by boredom. A "Monumental" masterpiece largely misunderstood, Yes it is that! It is much too huge to be read by the likes us; we who like to read what is there and not the underlying meaning. The underlying meaning needs to be there, if it wasn't Moby-Dick wouldn't be worth reading. So I ask myself, how much of this is my professor making up?
unfortunately I do not think he is making up a lot. His points have forced me to read slowly and every know and then I understand what he is saying.

By the way, who ever said this story was about a White Whale? I have almost finished the book and still no white whale.

First blogg

Adventures.....Well, that is just wishful thinking. The normal day in my life is so routine that I don't have adventures. Of course some one could say that I am not looking at life in a positive way, advetures happen all the time. Yes, I suppose so, but not the kind I am looking for. I want to fly away to Neverland, hunt rich nobles with Robin Hood, quest through Middle Earth, see dragons and touch rainbows. (Can you tell I have been reading to much?)
Reading is not a bad thing, it never has been. But living in worlds that have been created can be. It leads you to expect more from life and ignore the good and wonderful elements around you.
Come to think of it, I doubt I would be much use in an adventure. Probably I would die right away from a stray arrow or not be quick witted enough to outsmart the dragon and get eaten.

Words of Wisdom: Never meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with mustard.
Scyldmaiden