Courage

Courage is not having the hope to go on.

It's going on when there is no hope.

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Intra-office email can be VERY funny!

Louis Stephen P. was found dead Wednesday afternoon in his cubicle on the 6th floor of the Fox Plaza building. Though the autopsy hasn't been performed, experts believe Mr. Phelan died of an intense case of boredom. His body was found sitting upright in a catatonic state. No one reported the body for hours.
"We thought it was just another one of is pranks," a coworker close to Steve explain.
His body will lay at county until family comes to burn his ashes during a kickin' drunkin' bonfire party.
"Screw plots, and urns and S*&%! This is cheaper and more fun!" So says Pam M., a close friend of Steve.
Mr. P. is survived by his family, all of which have yet to be contacted, and a pet beta fish named Spike. It is rumored that he is survived by one Scott Jackson, however Mr. Jackson refuses to comment, stating that he never even knew Mr. Phelan, which negates the fact he refused to comment. All blood tests have come up inconclusive.
-----Original Message-----
From: Pamela M.
Sent: Thursday, July 07, 2005 7:58 AM
To: Steve P. Subject: RE: I’M SO BORED I MIGHT JUST DIE!!!!!

I hope you didn't die of boredom, what should we put in the obituary?
-----Original Message-----
From: Steve P. Sent: Wednesday, July 06, 2005 4:36 PM
To: Pamela M.
Subject: I’M SO BORED I MIGHT JUST DIE!!!!!

HELP MEEEEEEE!!!! I'M BORED!!!!!!!

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Pictures that I am putting up on my walls!!!!

Time Marches On

Here it is, a beautifulah Saturday, and I'm at work. Not that it's too bad of a thing, because I am here with some very awesome people. Today they are working on the soundtrack for "Serenity." I had a great night last night. I met this girl Robin who is going to be working with me on starting up a Celtic group. We had so much fun just talking and hanging out. As many of you know, I'm a freak about musicals, well for the past few weeks I've been listening to good ole Phantom of the Opera, well.....Robin had it blaring in her car, too!!! I knew we were going to get along. We're still looking for a fiddle and guitar player. We have a drummer who is from Ireland....I hope he's cute :)

Oh guess what?! I finished painting my room yesterday!!!!!!!!!

Alright, I have a very special treat for you all right now. My friend Steve has a blog and writes some pretty funny stuff, here is his most recent post, b/c it's hilarious!!! This is a classis example of what happens when one gets bored at work......

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

BEST INTRA-OFFICE EMAIL DAY EVER! Current mood: Hilarious
The following is a log of emails sent back and forth between my buddy Scott and I. I hope you find them very amusing. Let me preface these emails by telling you that Scott first sent me a serious forward about safety during earthquakes and related natural disasters. It educates on newer, yet logical methods to avoid being crushed, yadda-yadda-yadda. The first email starts with my reply to that forward. Laugh hard, laugh often.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------I thank you for the email my friend. Rest assured that come rumblin' and tumblin' time, I shall be safe. I decided not to send this info onto anyone else, as in the event of an earthquake, there's no one else I'd really want to survive with. I could use some more alone time, and I feel I'll have that opportunity more often due to my tactical benevolence. Besides, only the cool people who have this forward already will survive. I don't mind cool people. They're cool. Yeah, there may be a few lucky dweebs still crawling around, but they'll be detectable. We can end them right quick and use their flesh for meat. Speaking of which, where am I going to meet you today? Lazy Reckoning (STEVE)********************************************************* ah lazy, my favourite (refreshingly british) kind of reckoning. i was thinking truck but with commissssssarrrrry tabling on the side. if not, i'm down with kicking it to the curb. your roommate is going to join us i think, so that should be fun. he's a total nutter. anyway, let me know what you finks, slag. skawt. (SCOTT) **********************************************************Coo'. When's THE CHAD coming to the lot?
-Mother (STEVE)**********************************************************round 1 he so declared. we shall see. he said he'd call when he rolls on the lot, i think we should plan on the usual 1 and make him adapt accordingly. your thoughts? (SCOTT) **********************************************************I'm a fan of 1. It's very elusive. 1 digit, yet 3 letters. I have respect for numbers like that. Shows there's much more going on than just the face value. Other numbers like that include 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 0. All one digit numbers made up of multiple letters. Therefore, it could be said that: 1=32=33=54=4 (This one blows my mind)5=46=37=58=59=40=4 ...can you feel the procrastination galavanting through my veins? Rupie's Fav (STEVE) **********************************************************that's an amazing find. 4our blows my mind as well. like seriously, i think my mind blew a gasket. i should have that checked out. you can also attribute numbers to letters of the alphabet in which 1 = A, 2 = B and so forth, especially useful for passing notes to your friends and those gross girls in those insanely boring 3rd grade classes. why do they put 23 year olds in those anyway? you do have to be careful though because once you get into the double digits it's hard to decipher which letter is being referenced. for example, you would type 9 1215225 251521 to say "i abaebbe beaeba", but if translated incorrectly it would read "i love you." and what a horrible message to have show up in place of "i abaebbe beaeba." those soviets knew everything. is rupie rupert?(19)(3)(15)(20)(20) (SCOTT)**********************************************************ROFL! THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION IS YES! (STEVE)**********************************************************ah rupie. the following message was brough to you by david byrne: same as it ever wassame as it ever wassame as it ever wasand stuff. the and stuff was my addition. i was a talking head, just not in the band. they stole those suits and stuff from my closet. s to the p-r-i-t-e can. (SCOTT)**********************************************************Yeah... Talking Heads are cool. Silent Heads thuroughly disappoint me, like a red-headed foster kid. -Danny Bonnaducci's Dad (STEVE)

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Mary Queen of Scots (the most tragic queen in history)

As many of you all know, I'm a huge dork that loves to read. About two weeks ago, I began reading about the history of Mary Queen of Scots. There have been many things written about her over the past four hundred years. Some historians describe her as being conniving, self-serving, and careless. Other historians portray her as being a saintly martyr that was pure in all aspects of her life. I am currently reading a book which has taken a slightly more objective approach and has compiled the accounts of many primary sources to give us possibly a more accurate depiction of this royal figure.

Mary was born in Scotland in the 1540's. Her father died six days after her birth, therefore, she became queen of Scotland. Her mother and half brother, the Duke of Moray, ruled in her place and guided her development. At the age of six she was sent off to France as it was arranged that she would wed the eldest prince of France, Charles. She spent a happy childhood in that country and wed at the age of 14 to the 13 year old king-to-be. Charles was a "late bloomer" and it was said that if Mary did ever become pregnant, it would certainly not be through her husband. Mary loved Charles, he was her "sweetheart." Two years later, Charles suffered from a brain aneurysm and died a few weeks later.

Mary was to be sent back to Scotland. She had not spoken the language of her people in nearly a decade and was very sorry to leave France. Scotland was going thru a time of turmoil as the Protestants had seized the country and had banished Catholicism; Mary was Catholic. The nobles did not support Mary and plotted many schemes against her. Mary hoped to wed the eldest prince in Spain so that she would have the power of Spain, the staunchest of all Catholic countries behind her in order to return the faith to Scotland. She also had her eye on taking over the monarchy of England. Queen Elizabeth (Mary's second cousin) was queen at the time. Many questioned her right to be queen when her mother had been divorced from Henry the VIII. Many considered her illegitimate. England was also now a protestant country, so that made it all the harder for a Catholic Heir to claim her right to the throne.

Little known to Mary, the eldest prince of Spain had taken a bad fall and as a result was severely brain-damaged. The King of Spain hid this fact from the world, and in doing so, refused Mary's offer of marriage to his son. Mary then had to find a man to wed who's nobility would support her claim to the English throne. Meanwhile, Queen Elizabeth was scheming to lower Mary's rank by arranging her to be married to a man of lesser nobility. She went so far as to offer Mary her personal lover, who by the way, was most unwilling to leave his queen. Mary would have agreed to this match had Elizabeth promised to make Mary her heir. The queen did not, so Mary married a Scottish noble by the name of Darnley instead.

She loved Darnley at first, but as one man accounted "marital bliss lasted not above three months." He turned out to be a conceited, easily swayed, immature man. Darnley even helped Mary's enemies assasignate her chief counselor. Some say that her life was to be taken as well. Mary was pregnant at the time. When Mary was overcome with horror and grief at the murder of her dear friend, some feared that she might lose the child. Darnley was said to have commented that if this child was lost, it was no tragedy, they could try again. By this point, Mary loathed her husband and fought to contain her contempt until the child was born. It was necessary for Darnley to proclaim the child as his after the birth.

That's about as far as I've read. Stay tuned for the heart-wrenching conclusion of "Mary queen of Scots."

So I guess I'm weird Now

Alright alright, you know how sometimes you do something.........and then stop to think about it? I just realized that I have been walking around my office ALL week telling people about how I'm painting my room. I've even given them details about the two colors and the fact that I ran out of one color so I have to paint a big pink strip onto one of the walls. I've even shown people my paint swatches!!!!! ....and I swear, I just realized what I've been doing. I'm a 22 year old woman living in LA working for a major movie studio and the only thing I've chosen to talk about has been my room painting?!?! Every time I start to think I'm normal I go ahead and do something like this and it makes me realize just how weird I am. And do you know what the strangest part is?????? I can't wait to go home and finish painting, I've only got one little part left to do, although I've run out of the painting tape so I'm going to have to reuse some of it from the other parts of the wall, but I think it will be ok...............see? I've done it again.

On a different note, I have a date tonight!!! With Claudia, that is. I'm excited, we're going to go have Thai food, of course I am right in the middle of my diet, so I have to be verrrrry good.

Anyways, one more hour and I'm blowing this popsicle joint (I added that in there so anyone who stiiiiiillllll thought I was normal could be proven wrong.)

Holy Crap!!!

Ok, so I've been feeling much better lately, just had to vent in those last few posts. So anyways, it's been very slow at work today so I was surfing the web. There was this website that claimed it could calculate the odds of finding your soulmate. This seemed fun so I decided to give it a go, after filling in everything I wanted in a guy, it told me that I would have to meet 36,000,000 men before I find my soulmate. Holy Crap!!!

Love: Disected and Rejected

I'm still very angry. More than at any particular person, it's just this whole stupid notion of love that I just need to learn to get over. I took a piece of paper and wrote down all the reasons that love really fecking sucks, I hope that it will make me feel better.

changes you, dissappoints you, hurts you, not controllable, it's selfish, deprives sleep, take away time with friends, fights, tears, scares, high phone bills, occupies your mind, suffocates, lowers expectations, takes away independence, slaps you in the face, builds you up and tears you down, lies, false hope, false joy, makes you a fool, expects change, you lose yourself, condemns you, brings out the worst in you, makes a man less of a man, makes a woman less of a woman, confuses, crushes, abandons you, gives no reason, makes you stupid, makes you believe oyu are stupid, binds you, blinds you, gives you a coat in the summer and takes it away in the winter, angers you, hurts the one you care for most, makes you a villain, leaves you, pesemistic, allows you to believe for a short moment that you are special when you are not, takes away apetite, invades your sleep, takes away focus, presents you with impossible circumstances, weakens oyu, makes you doubt yourself, leaves you feeling broken and unwanted............I could go on with it, but I won't.

And she rambles on

Here's what it is. All these things that are happening with my current ex are making me twice as upset because it has rehashed all of the things that I blocked out five years ago. (Pardon me, but this is my therapy, so if you don't want to read my bitchings, then don't. Go ahead and click the little x at the top right hand corner of your screen. Have a nice day.)

During my senior year of highschool, I started dating this guy that I was mad about, he was very hippie and was in a band and was goofy and great. We had an awesome summer together. We went to prom and did all of that highschool sweetheart things. We were even planning on going to the same college.

The one problem that our relationship had was the religion issue. He was involved in what I would call a cult but what he would have called the true religion of the Bible or something. Anyway, we always fought about our views and then reconciled them and then cried about it, etc. Finally near the end of the summer he basically told me that I had to believe what he did or we couldn't be together. I told him that I just couldn't do it. It crushed me and I just wanted him so bad to come to his senses and forget about the weird religious group.

Well we ended up having this big argument where basically I let him know that I was never going to go to his religious meetings again and he said some awful words and stormed off. A few days later he called and said that he wanted to talk to me. I really didn't want to, I thought it was a little to soon, but he called me cold-hearted (something which almost the whole world mistakes me to be) and it hurt me so I decided to go.

So when I meet up with him he begins to tell me about this girl that he is seeing in the religious group. (this is less than 1 week after break up) He tells me about how he is sleeping with her and is afraid she might be pregnant. He wanted my advice on the situation. He told me that he loved her so much more than he had ever loved me.

I felt like everything we had ever had was a sham. Was he happy b/c he was getting laid, something that I wouldn't do for him? Was is b/c she was thin and blonde? It tore me apart, I couldn't date for the next six months b/c I was so devastated. I just felt so betrayed.

Anyhow, I blocked those memories off but they're all coming back now with the current situation. Why do these things always happen to me, it sure seems like no one else has to deal with it. I know that everyone has their share of pain and misfortune, but I'm just saying that it sure seems like no one else deals with this!!! This guy and I used to joke about the names of future children.....oh to think what might have happened. I'm just so confused, do I drive men to other women, am I just batting practice?