Church Signs To Make Your Skin Crawl

There's a church just down the road from me that needs my help.

Badly.

They change their signs weekly. I really, really wish I'd been photographing these slogans, but as soon as they are up, they are back down again. From now on, I make the commitment to photograph. Because it's just so sad.

They CANNOT spell.

A few weeks ago, the sign said "FORBIDEN FRUIT CREATES MANY JAMES!" I wanted desperately to remove the extra E and add a D. Then again, maybe it was a political statement. Maybe it was saying, "For Biden, fruit creates many, James!" Or something. I don't know. They've had spacing problems before.

Like a few weeks ago when they posted, "COME IN! GOD IS EXPECTING YOU!" But the spacing was all wrong and all I saw was "Come in! God i sexpecting you!" which of course, led some anonymous riff-raff to go and take away the first E and the I, making it "COM IN! GOD SEXPECTING YOU!" Sigh.

Today, the sign says:


"A FAMILY ALTAR CAN ALTAR FAMIY!" I get what they are doing here, I really do. But altar is different from alter. The first is a noun, the second a verb. If you want to be clever, you've just really got to spell like you're clever.

Also, did they run out of Ls or is that just another oopsie?

The other side is either another error, or just a really weird phrase.

We've all heard "Jesus loves me, this I know." But "Jesus knows me, this I know"? I don't get it. Maybe they are trying to turn a phrase. Or maybe they just got mixed up. Either way...

This church needs someone to review their signs before displaying. I'd do it for them for free. It's just gone well past humorous into cringe-worthy.

My heart actually hurts for their signs.

The NEW 100 Things About Me

As I read through my old 100 Things About Me, I realised I've changed a lot since writing them!  So I now present to you...

The NEW 100 Things About Me:

1. I was born and raised in Arkansas, USA.
2. I went to the University of Arkansas and got my degree in English, with emphasis in Creative Writing.
3. I went on several mission trips growing up, and ended up travelling all over the world. These trips took me to Mexico, Canada, Venezuela, Pakistan, Israel, Jordan and Scotland.
4. In Scotland I met my future husband (though unbeknownst to us at the time).
5. I dated several guys who I thought was 'The One' but was wrong.
6. Then a series of events lead me back to Scotland and therefore Scott.  A year later we were married, and I moved to Greenock, Scotland.
7. Together we have three magnificent but insane children, Fifi, Lolly and Jaguar (all Scottish names).
8. I love languages and have studied French, Arabic, Scots Gaelic and British Sign Language, but I don't speak any of these fluently.  At all.
9. I won first place in the annual Arabic Speech Contest at University by playing an original song in Arabic on the guitar.  The best part is, I don't play the guitar.  At all.
10. Aside from the countries visited on mission trips, I have also been to France.  And England and Wales, which are indeed different countries, even if they are a part of the United Kingdom.
11.  I am terrible at math.  I self-diagnosed myself as dyscalculiac, but this makes Scott roll his eyes.  But for real, I think I am.
12. My husband calls me a hippy.  I prefer to call myself a natural mama. Though the only washing my hair once a week thing might tip me over the edge. (But I draw the line at tie-dye!)
13. Effectively this just means I believe in natural birth, extended breastfeeding, baby-wearing, co-sleeping, natural foods and natural remedies.  I do not like using medicines, am thoroughly against circumcision, and, well, only wash my hair once a week (if that).
14. But I bet you anything my hair is healthier and shinier than yours!
15. Speaking of hair, I dye it a lot.  Currently I am platinum blonde, but in the past I've been every colour between platinum and midnight black.  With some blues, pinks and purples mixed in as required.
16. I love resistance/ strength training classes like BodyPump.
17. I hate dieting though.
18. I freaking love me some chocolate fudge cake.
19. I also love crisps.  ('Chips' if you are American.)
20. I love the Scots dialect.  Words like crabbit, drookit, steamin' and eejit are just too good to be true.
21. I used to write a lot of poetry, but sadly, I don't write as much anymore.
22. I was raised in The Most Republican household, but somewhere down the line I rebelled and am totally a liberal.
23. But 'liberal' does not necessarily mean 'Democrat'.  Nor does it mean I am 'Labour'.  If I were able to vote in the UK, I'd probably vote Scottish Nationalist Party (SNP).
24. This is not because I necessarily want to see Scotland independent but because I like a lot of what the SNP have done for Scotland.  The independence thing could go either way, and I'd be fine with it.
25. But I'm not a UK citizen, so I cannot vote.
26. I'm still a US citizen, and I could vote if I ever remembered to order a ballot in time, but I never remember.  You have to order your ballot, like, decades or something before the next election.
27. I have an indoor pet rabbit named Chewbacca.
28. I always think - when I don't have a pet - that I am a pet person, but then when I get a pet, I realise I am not a very good pet person. 
29. We used to have another rabbit named Zelda, but she died.  We also had fish, but they died.  We used to have two cats, Remedios the Beauty and Clementine, but we gave them to my sister-in-law when I got pregnant with my first child, because I couldn't cope with the smell and the morning sickness.
30. My favourite food is Thai food.
31. My husband and I have a ritual of always going to the same Thai restaurant for our anniversaries.  We always toy with the idea of trying out one of the other restaurants along the same street, but always end up at Thai Siam.  It's just that good.
32. My second favourite food is pizza.
33. My favourite 'date night' activity is Pizza Hut and a movie at the cinema.
34. I have two brothers.
35. I am the middle child.
36. I have serious middle child syndrome.
37. I have three sisters-in-law and two brothers-in-law.  I have two nephews and three nieces.
38. I have a step-mom and a step-dad and numerous step-siblings, most of whom I've not met.  And don't even ask how many step-nieces and nephews there are, I don't even know.
39. My children attend a Gaelic medium school.  This means their entire classroom experience is all in Gaelic, no English.  They will learn to read, write and speak Gaelic before learning to read and write in English.
40. I am very proud of their bilingual education, and proud they are learning their country's native language.
41. My husband is my best friend.  I have other friends (females) who I consider my 'best friends', but I'm too shy about the title 'best friend' to ever actually call any of them my 'best friend' in case they don't feel the same way.  I blame that on fifth grade.  Kids are so cruel.
42. I suppose I hated elementary school.  I still kinda hate some of those kids.
43. Facebook has softened some of my hateful feelings towards my fellow elementary schoolmates.  Not all of them ended up as jerks. (Some did though.)
44. My hobbies change all the time.  But in general I enjoy arts and crafts (cardmaking, sewing, painting), reading, writing (when I find the time) and acting.
45. I did acting in high school.  It was called 'forensics' which isn't the same thing as CSI or Dexter forensics.
46. Speaking of Dexter, it's one of my favourite TV shows.  Along with Scrubs, Glee, How I Met Your Mother and Community.
47. I enjoy amateur dramatics and love being on stage.
48. I can act, and I can sing, but for the life of me, I can't dance.
49. I also can't swim very well.
50. My favourite alcoholic beverage is gin.  Bombay Sapphire especially.  My favourite mixers are fresh cranberry, fresh orange and diet tonic or lemonade.
51. My favourite board games are Scattergories and True Colors.  That is, if those are considered 'board games'.  Neither actually use a board.
52. I believe in gentle parenting and no spanking, but unfortunately I have a quick temper and often fail on both accounts.  But I keep trying.
53. I have a realistic view of myself and am able to forgive myself when I screw up.  But I am still very hard on myself; I want to be the best person I can be, but I accept the fact that I am not she yet.
54. Did you think that last sentence was improper grammar?  It's not.  I am a grammar lover.
55. I adopted British grammar and spelling rules when I moved to Scotland as quickly as I could learn them.
56. My first job was in Little Caesar's Pizza.  I also worked in Pizza Hut.
57. I used to work in a bar while at University, (wo)manning the door.
58. I am now a childminder and a baby signing teacher.
59. I used to be a desktop publisher and graphic designer, but I quit that job when I had Fifi. 
60. All of our children's middle names are named after family members.
61. I used to DJ a couple of radio shows on the University radio station, KXUA 88.3.  I called myself Xia.
62. In high school, I joined as many clubs as possible so I could be in as many club photos in the yearbook as possible.
63. This included math club - even though I was terrible at and hated math - and Japanese club, because it meant I got to go on the annual Japanese club field trip to the Japanese restaurant.
64. I love sock monkeys.
65. I love monkeys in general.
66. I once had a pet pig for all of three hours.  I spent an ungodly amount of money at the town fair trying to win it, but as soon as I brought him home, my mom made me take him back.  Poor Wilbur.
67. I had a pet rat in high school named Squirt.
68. I pet-sat a turtle named Speedy for a couple of years while at University.
69. My roommate at the time did not like when I put Speedy in the bath tub to swim while I cleaned out his tank.  But I didn't like when she left her hair in the bath tub, so it was kind of even.
70. I attend a 'Craft Night' every Tuesday night but most weeks don't do any crafting.  I do a lot of gossiping though.
71. I go to church.
72. I am a Christian who really struggles deeply with being  a Christian.
73. I am of the reformed persuasion when it comes to theology.  It's the only way Christianity can make any sense, even if I don't like it sometimes.
74. I believe in infant baptism (non-salvic) but my husband does not, so we do not baptise our babies.
75. My husband and I are two total opposites, but we agree on almost all of the Big Things, which must be what makes us work so well.
76. I am an extrovert.
77. I like attention.
78. I used to think it was funny to 'moon' anybody and everybody.  Including security cameras.  I was a bit immature back in the day.
79. I still giggle at the word 'sex', so maybe I'm still immature.
80. I do not discount the possibility of ghosts or aliens.
81. I believe in some conspiracy theories.  This is one of those areas in which Scott and I are opposites, and he thinks I'm a hippy.
82. My ideal job would be an editor in a publishing company, or a proof-texter.
83. I use cloth nappies (most of the time).
84. My 'sentimental' favourite band is Tripping Daisy.  My current favourite band is The Decemberists.
85. I used to be in a band called Sharkie.  I think I played about three or four gigs with them before it ended.
86. I was in a fake band called Heart Union, and it was awesome.  We sold merchandise and everything.
87. My favourite colours are green, orange and purple.
88. My favourite colour for decorating the house, however, is red.
89. My favourite colours to wear are black, brown and green.
90. I like football (aka, soccer).
91. I hate American football.
92. I played basketball in elementary school and was simply awful.  But I did win the 'Most Team Spirit Award', which I knew, even then, meant 'Not Eligible for a Real Award'.
93. I love watching and playing tennis.
94. We do not have TV in our house.  We have a TV but no channels.  We only use it for DVDs.
95. I enjoy baking.  Cooking, however, takes some effort.
96. I am not a jealous wife.
97. I used to work in Hot Topic but ended up quitting because my manager thought I wasn't 'punk enough'.  Newsflash, idiot: You work in Hot Topic, so neither are you.
98. I was never into punk.  But I went through a techno/rave phase and an indie phase.
99. I still liked the Spice Girls though, and I was not ashamed to admit it.
100. It is my impossible dream to one day visit the moon.

Lori's Pet Hates of Social Media Usage - The What-Not-To-Do's

I appreciate social media as much as the next girl. I appreciate wanting perfect strangers to know intimate details of your life. I have a blog, I have a Facebook account, I have an unused Twitter account. I get it. I'm down with it. But what I'm not down with is the way some people use the internet to, well, do the following.

These are a few pet hates (pet peeves if you are in America) of mine regarding social media. They are the things I wish to goodness people wouldn't do, because they are annoying. And ignorant. And down-right inappropriate. So here I go. I may come across a bit self-important here, but that is the sole reason social media exists. And you'll find that narcissism isn't one of my pet hates.

#1: Spelling and/or txt spkFirst let's just start with the basics. Spelling. Grammar. This is not because I am a linguaphile. Or maybe it is, but not entirely. It's just that text speak is of the devil. And okay, just because u r on fb on ur fone doesnt mean u shuld stop spking englsih. ffs pls rite properly bc u make smart ppl want 2 kill u, omg. do u think ur teacher in skool wuld except this on ur homewrok? o u say u arent n skool so wtf? omg u r rite wat was i thinking lol.Yeah, um, did you start to feel your head spin, your heart rate increase, your blood pressure rise, the sweat form on your brow when reading that? No? Then you are a perpetrator and you must be stopped.

#2: Vague Calls to SympathyOne of the most annoying things people can do is leave a message on Facebook like, 'Some people. Do they even care who they hurt?' Or 'That's it, I'm done. Who needs friends like her anyway?' And then almost equally annoying is the numerous comments saying, 'Oh hunny, u ok? [[[[Hugs]]]]]' or 'fone me if u need to talk'. GAH. WHY do people do this? If you are that hungry for love and attention, get a dog. But please, do NOT do this next thing.

#3: Hang Out Your Dirty LaundryCan we say embarrassing? Not to mention inappropriate? Nothing makes me more uncomfortable than someone sharing with the world (and thus me) the not so pleasant dirty dealings of their personal lives. It reminds me of this really bad first date I went on once where half an hour into it, the guy tells me he has a serious problem with pornography. There are some things we don't need to know. If you have been to work five weeks in a row with a hangover, you aren't doing yourself many favours by broadcasting it. If you hooked up with a rando while drunk and on the prowl last weekend and you are soooo embarrassed, we don't actually want to know (or care). If your husband blows up at you and insults you during in couple's argument, please don't share it with the internet. In fact, that should be an item number all to itself. Don't talk crap about your husband or wife or boyfriend or girlfriend online. Because, in case you don't understand how the human mind works, people who don't personally know your spouse/partner will then think he or she is a jackass, and that you are a sad, pitiful, victimized weakling for staying with them. Not to mention, it is utterly disrespectful.

#4: Documenting Your Every Move(ment)Some people clearly have nothing better to do than blog or tweet or status update every mundane detail of their incredibly mundane lives. 'Just ate a sandwich. Now I need a drink.' Or 'Spent the last ten minutes in a daze while driving to work.' Or my personal favourite: 'At work and bored.' As a 'friend', I will block you from my feeds for this. As an employer, I would block you from your internet connection. Please, if you don't have something of interest to say, don't say anything at all.

And finally...

#5: Leaving Your Account Vulnerable to 'Frape'The misogynistic undertones devaluing rape thanks to this word aside, do people not protect their phones? Who still does not have some sort of code/number/word/pattern for securing their phones? And why do people leave their phones lying around when they get up to go to the toilet or the bar? Or is it that (and this I assume is more likely) people actually enjoy getting 'fraped', so they just intentionally leave their phones lying around unsecured for their friends to write stupid and usually obscene Facebook updates with? I think I have only ever twice laughed over a 'frape'; once was when someone allegedly announced her pregnancy and then was greeted with numerous mistaken congratulations, and then once when someone went into the profile page of a friend and changed the birthday so that the person was inundated with erroneous birthday greetings. Those were actually kinda funny. So I guess actually what I should say is this: If you are not funny enough to come up with a good prank, don't bother. Because no one actually thinks Mark suddenly loves the man parts and has decided to announce his new homosexual lifestyle this way via Facebook. And I am willing to bet his Facebook-using grandmother doesn't think it's very funny either.

Rant over. lol.

A List

(That would be 'A' in the sense that 'a' is an article, not a descriptive adjective.)

('List' is, of course, used in the noun form as opposed to the verb.)

I wrote a really depressing post today at work, but I decided not to post it, because I'm tired of how depressed I am all the time, and I'm sure you are too.

So, a post in the form of a list.

******Warning: Much Grammar Talk Insuing For Next Four Points******

1. Why is it that in American grammar we always put a comma before the word 'too'? For example: I love cake, and Lucy does, too. I can't come up with a single grammatical rule that would cause that to be the case, and it appears that it is not the case here in Britain.

2. I purchased Fowler's Modern English Usage in order to follow the British rules in grammar. You will inevitably see these new rules pop up even more in my blog writing in order for it to become second nature to me. I am tired of getting marks all over my work newsletters with British grammar corrections. I'm a bloody excellent grammarian, and I refuse to get red-inked all the time. Also, this book will validate any corrections that are incorrect, of which there are many. For instance, I am tired of people telling me there is no comma before 'and' in a complex sentence. Two independent clauses joined by the word 'and' does have a comma before it, and I will listen to no arguments. (For example: I like to walk in the park, and Jim likes to ride his bike. Or in more complex cases which garner the most resistance: Jeremy Aiken and Patty MacArthur have won their sections in the regional swimming competition at Whitehall Pool which took place in March, and they will now go on to the national finals held in Essex in May.)

3. One of the deputy rectors at the school saw my copy of Writing Good Sentences lying on my desk this morning (which has been my back-up prove-all until the Britishness of Britain finally made me fold and purchase Fowler's), and she was elated. She and I talked grammar for a few minutes excitedly. She was very interested in the book, and then claimed to be the founding member of the 'Preservation of the Semi-Colon Foundation'. I am her newest member. 'Mon the semi-colon!

4. By the way, speaking of Claude Faulkner, where on earth did I get the idea that Claude was William Faulkner's brother?

*****Grammar Talk Ends Here*****

5. Remedios peed on our bed. Little bitch.

6. The cats LOVE the hard wood floors. They are now an official nightmare.

7. I picked this rug for our bedroom. How heartbreakingly sweet is that?

8. I have officially stopped driving. My American license has 'expired' (according to British law) which means I am now uninsured and unlicensed. I've actually been this way since October, but I've been blagging it. But after my tire blow-out on the motorway, I've realised just how stupid I've been. So I'm now following the law. All my freedom has been stripped away from me. No quick trips to the store for milk, no picking Scott up from the pub (he's having to get a cab tonight because of this), no visiting friends. Heck, it's not much worse than jail. Maybe I'll keep driving after all.

9. I went running on Thursday during my lunch break with Carol. She's a far better athlete than me (she's actually an 'athlete'; I'm just a person who is running), but it was a good time. We went about two and a half miles. She ran all of it (running away from me then back several times), and I think I ran about two-fifths* of it. I'd like to say it was half, but I wouldn't be fooling anyone. At any rate, two-fifths is a heckuvalot of running when you're talking two and a half miles. My legs are now stiff as rubber tires.

*In the original post, I said 'three-fifths' instead of two-fifths. But um, three-fifths is OVER half. I meant to explain I ran just UNDER half. Dyscalculia, I'm telling you, really, because it took me AGES to decide what was just under half, too, and I still came up with three-fifths.

10. I've been really good with my Special K Drop a Jeans Size challenge, too. I'm halfway through, and I can already tell my trousers are fitting looser. My tummy isn't so impregnated-looking, either. I like Special K. Especially the peach and apricot one.


And there you have it, folks. An UNdepressed post. I'll leave my homesickness out of it. (But please let me just say I miss America oh-so-much right now, and I cannot, simply cannot, wait to see Devon get married in March. I love you, Dev!)

All the pretty thoughts...

Lori Bori sat on a wall
I’m reading Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte), thanks to my aunt’s suggestion. I’ve uncovered a completely new-found love for Victorian literature. For ages I was totally into modern/postmodern literature for pleasure – possibly as rebellion against the past ten years of required reading in school and at University. But I’ve fallen deeply in love with 19th century lit. It all started with Anna Karenina (Leo Tolstoy) and has filtered into Thomas Hardy, the Bronte sisters and Charles Dickens. In my near future I am looking at opening up Wuthering Heights, A Tale of Two Cities and probably The Scarlet Letter.

I had a most lovely lunch involving a dark, quiet café, a steamy café mocha topped with whipped cream and Jane Eyre. Upon leaving the café at the end of my lunch hour I felt I had been many miles and centuries away from Glasgow and The Year of Our Lord 2005, and the short vacation from present reality eased my disordered soul.

Lori Bori had a great fall
I’ve been wary of text messaging since it was first introduced to me many years ago. Something seemed so vile, so dangerous about it. I have since discovered three (though undoubtedly there are many more) reasons to be suspicious of “txt”ing.

1. It promotes anti-social tendencies.
2. It promotes bad grammar.
3. It is prone to embarrassing mishaps.

It promotes anti-social tendencies.
Text messaging allows people, who under normal circumstances would have to face up to their fear (or dislike) of verbal interaction with another, to avoid human interaction while yet satisfying an immediate necessity to communicate. For those of us who really hate to call certain people for whatever reason – dislike, nervousness, awkwardness or paranoia – are now able to side-step that niggling obligation and are no longer forced to face our ever-growing anxiety of interacting with other human beings.

2. It promotes bad grammar.
wot if i wer 2 alwys talk 2 u like this? u may think its no big deal until u read a hole msg n txt spk. even then u may think its no big deal. but wot if ur kid brought home a book report & the teachr wrote on it ur kid is below avg in punctuation capitalisation & spelling. ur kid cant seem 2 stop writing like hes on his mob. plz teach ur kid 2 stop txting bcuz he is gonna fail skool.

3. It is prone to embarrassing mishaps.
I’ve worried since my first text that I would accidentally send the wrong text to the wrong person. I often send my husband cutesy text messages through the day, and it is not uncommon that my texts include rather personal and… er… intimate information. “Scott” falls in my phonebook between “Sarah & Ian” (a landline) and “Sherri” a mere acquaintance at my previous church. I have feared that some day Sarah and Ian might come home, see the blinking light on their answering machine, press the Play button and hear an automated voice recite, “Hello, sweetiepants. I hope you aren’t busy when you get home because I’d like to get that way.” And of course, I wouldn’t want Sherri to get that SMS either.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) it finally happened; however, it was only sent to “Sarah” who is first in the S’s and is a good friend. I’m sure she won’t hold it against me. (Again, fortunately, not only did it go to a good friend, but it also safely said merely, “I love you Scotty McHotty. Kisses and love.”)

This can happen to anyone with various negative outcomes. I know a guy who accidentally sent a flirtatious message to his girlfriend – addressed to Michelle, most definitely not his girlfriend’s name. Michelle never knew why he didn’t text her back.

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
I think the problem was that they sent out the horses first instead of the men…

Couldn’t put Lori together again.
I have always been a conscientious Christmas shopper. I look for deals on new, factory sealed items on eBay, and I begin my shopping early, usually in September.

This year we have been struggling a bit (I’m being modest) money-wise, with Scott’s University fees and books and lack of immediate action on the part of SAAS to get some government money flowing our student’s way, so I have yet to get started on my Christmas shopping. It is a real burden for me, which Scott can’t seem to identify with or share. Having always been a Christmas-Eve shopper, he feels I’m ridiculous for counting October a late start on Christmas shopping.

But luckily, once some dough comes rolling into our bank account, I will be fully prepared and ready for action. I have a detailed list of what everyone shall get (or at least what store they shall get it from)*, with an approximate figure of how much it will cost. If all goes according to plan, I shall be able to purchase a few gifts a week until all the gifts are purchased with plenty of eBay trolling time and before the stores have all sold out!

*I am still uncertain of two people – my dad and my mother-in-law, but these will come in time. Last year, the ole mum-in-law made it easy by oohing and ahhing over a certain item in a store while I was in her presence. And my dad is always hard to buy for ahead of time, but I am usually able to find something while searching for someone else that hits the nail on the head – or so I hope – and I am depending on another such event this year, though I may never be able to beat the CS Lewis box set I found a couple of years ago. Note to Christmas shoppers – if you do really good one year, it only means you have to do better the next. Hold out on the good stuff until you know you’re about to die.

I Know, I Know....

I know.

Stuff is broke again. But at least we're rid of those ugly fonts and pixellated Greek letters. Lori says that it's my fault, and I'm not arguing with her.

Just like I gave up arguing that "fault, and" is bad grammar. You can't put and after a comma, it's dumb. "Yes, you can!" says my wife. But then she's the English major and cleverer than me, so that's ok.

Watched I Heart Huckabees tonight. Dustin Hoffman is a genius.

You are a GRAMMAR GOD!


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preserve the English tongue, it should be.
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Yeah, dog.

Well, folks, tomorrow's the Big Day. I'm so nervous! I have so many things to do tonight to prepare!

Yep, you guessed it. Tomorrow is my English Grammar test. We've already done two practice tests and if either one of them had been the real thing, I would've gotten my first college F. I have never seen so many Xs and mark ups on anything I've ever done before. Tonight will be my last chance to learn reflexive pronouns vs. intensive pronouns, appositives vs. objective complements, delayed subjects, 1st and 2nd objects, present perfect passive progressive verbs, and adjective-noun combinations used as modifiers.

And what exactly AM I planning to do tonight to prepare for this mammoth? Making tortillia soup and watching The O.C. with my roommates. Any time after that will be dedicated to Faulkner.

(My Friends Are Gonna Be) Strangers - Merle Haggard

I got the letter- I am officially on the Dean's List for last semester! I assumed I would be but it wasn't for sure. But yep, I am in the top 10% of my class! Now... I'm not sure if thats all seniors in Fulbright or all seniors in English/Creative Writing or what... but it still sounds excellent for resumes!

[EDIT:] I had a whole diatribe here but I'm deleting it. I will just leave my last paragraph, leaving all in suspense of what was once posted here.

Anyway I probably shouldn't have said anything. So I will end with this. That sentence "I probably shouldn't have said anything" is an indicative sentence. I think. I'm only on Chapter 5 of my Faulkner grammar book and I haven't actually been paying attention. But as far as I can tell it's indicative. Indicative of what is unreal or uncertain and stating something that should have been done in theory. It is fallacious. Because what I should have done I did not do. I think that makes it indicative.

Love,
Lori

Today feels much better. God has really given me a peace about Scott leaving. Part of this must be Candice's praying for me and part of it is God's grace. I wonder how much of each it is? I suppose it's all God's grace with Candice's praying, too... Hmm...

I started school today and came back to work after what seems like forever. I have worked two days in the past 3 weeks or so. There was a lot waiting for me. But I got all the spam cleared out and all the easy reports taken care of so I should get a lot done tomorrow and be caught up on Thursday. I work every day now and I still haven't figured out how that works with dress. I don't want to wear business clothes to school and I can't wear school clothes to work. I didn't care today, I'm wearing jeans and hoping no one important notices.

I'm thinking of buying a tote bag. A cute pink one.

I had three classes today. English/Language Composition, the "Faulkner Grammar" class, is going to be my favorite. The teacher is so cute. I've had her before for a literature class and found her so boring, but when she talks about grammar, I'm captivated. It's probably not her at all. It's me. I love grammar. I kept answering all the questions. Everyone's either gonna hate me or want to sit by me, I don't know.

Sociology is a BIG class with loud, obnoxious people but the teacher is energetic, and while she might overwhelm me, I should make an easy A in there.

Poetry has a lot of my friends in it and is taught by a teacher no one but me likes. Of course, he starts talking and before I know it my mind is wondering, but it'll be good material and he can be interesting. When he's not being boring. And grouchy. And talking about his ex-wife. Which I personally think is interesting. So I guess just not when he's being boring and grouchy.


I still miss Scott though. He's calling tonight. I predict a lot of "I miss you"s and "I love you"s and so forth.