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Jan. 12th, 2008

89% Mike Gravel
89% Dennis Kucinich
78% John Edwards
77% Joe Biden
76% Barack Obama
74% Hillary Clinton
70% Chris Dodd
67% Bill Richardson
41% Rudy Giuliani
29% John McCain
27% Ron Paul
22% Mike Huckabee
22% Mitt Romney
20% Tom Tancredo
13% Fred Thompson

2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz

Who is your presidential match?


According to this, my closest matches are Dennis Kucinich (77%), Barack Obama (76%), and Joseph Biden (74%)

Requiem for a Fishie

Fluffy the goldfish was discovered dead at 9:32 this morning, floating face-down in his fishbowl. To expedite the grieving process, services were held almost immediately upon discovery of the body. Fluffy is mourned by his owners, Nicole and Jake, and their cats, Smokey, Snowball,and Pity.

These are the facts of Fluffy’s death; but Fluffy should not be remembered for the way he died, but for the way HE LIVED.

I remember when I first saw him. It was at a carnival on a cool evening in May two years ago. Fluffy was my prize… or so I thought. As I was to learn, I had not chosen Fluffy at all. He had chosen me.

Fluffy’s life was not easy. Shortly after his arrival, he survived an attempted homicide by Cuddles the cannibalistic fish. He triumphed over Cuddles and survived him by over a year and a half, though he bore the scars from the attack for the rest f his life. And his troubles did not end there. A few months later, Fluffy came down with a mysterious scale-eating disease that almost cost him his life. As we waited for him to respond to treatment, he would look at me through his bowl as if to say, “Why God? Why me?” But through the pain, Fluffy never gave up. He persevered over his illness, though perhaps he never recovered his full strength.

Even after surviving all these things, life was still not smooth swimming for Fluffy. Perhaps you have forgotten… the cats. Fluffy lived on the top of the refrigerator in an attempt to protect him, but still they came. They would come in the nighttime, stealthily, slinkily, and find their way to the refrigerator top by means of unknown hooks and crooks. When I would wander into the kitchen in the morning, the fishbowl water would be noticeably depleted… but where was Fluffy? In the crevice of some cat’s stomach? Cowering at the bottom of his bowl? NO! He would glare at me, defiantly. He had looked death in the face and he was not afraid.

Fluffy lived with a tenacity unsurpassed by any other man or beast. He swam with a purpose. What that purpose was I’ll never know; he did not see fit to tell me. And why he finally died will always be a mystery. Perhaps he had accomplished what he was put here on earth to do. What I do know is this: Fluffy has left us, but he will not be forgotten. His message WILL live on! Live life ferociously! Never give up! Even when all you do all day is swim in circles and eat your own poo, you, too, have meaning! So buck up, hold on to what’s left of your scales, and soldier on!

Rest in Peace, Fluffy. Rest in Peace.

Help, Please

Hey, can anyone suggest a good (and reasonably priced!) wedding photographer???
Wow, there is so much crap going on in my life that it's difficult to write. I'm not at liberty to talk about most of it, but let's just say that I have soe severe doubts popping up in my mind. I'm not sure if I can handle all this.

Well, I guess since I can't talk about the stuff I really would like to talk about, I'll talk about the matters-not-so-much stuff. After workign at Kohl's for about two months, I couldn't take it anymore and quit. I could go on and on ad nauseum about all the reasons why it just didn't work out, but I've decided not to bore ya'll. Lucky for me, I quit on a Friday and started a new job on Monday, so my cash-flow is staying pretty steady (not that there is much of a flow... more like a cash-trickle). Anyways, I started work at this small company owned by the Indian couple up on County Line Rd.-- they own the Tijuana Flat restaurant on Street and Mechanicsville and a few Dunkin' Donuts franchises to boot. But what I'm primarily working with is their online hot sauce company, FireGirl.com, doing the regular administrative crap, helping with shipping, and, what's a little more interesting, doing a lot of their writing. I'm mostly just writing catchy promotional emails, product information, and web text, but that little bit of creativity makes me feel a lot better about this job. If you check out the website, just know that none of my writing is up there yet, so I take no responsibility for the stuff that might be on there. Another thing I like about this job (beside the pay increase) is the hours. Kohl's had been dicking around with my hours and it seemed like I was getting all the 11:30-8 shifts, which suck balls, and I was working most weekends. Here, I'll be working between 20 and 30 hours a week, and for the most part I work from 9-1, with only one 8-hour day a week, and no weekends. Much sweeter. Now I have time for slee-- I mean, schoolwork.

Wedding Planning can eat my ass. (Yeah, I've become really vulgar, apparently) We actually went and checked out a florist on Friday, but other than that the wedding has been taking the waaaaaay back seat to all the other crap that's been going on. And since when did I become old enough to get married, anyway? It seems like just yesterday I was puttering around in high school. Sometimes I wonder if this is really all going to come off.

School has been fun, actually. I've been taking this great Ed Psch course, and I have to say it's my favorite graduate course that I've taken. Not that I want to becoem a psychologist, but this crap is awesome.

All right, I'm tired of writing now and I have a paper due tomorrow. Just pleae, wish me luck with all this stuff. You have no idea of the level of awful I'm swimming in, here.
It's been a while since I've written a real, honest-to-goodness entry, and since there are a million other things I really should eb doing right now, right now seems the perfect time to write one.

Where to start... I suppose with the engagement thing. Very excited. But at the same time, it's not everything I thought it would be. Most likely because the timing isn't exactly right on. You see Jake's grandmom's been shuffled to 3 different hospitals over the past two weeks. She was finally sent home today after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that is too far-along to do anything about. It's been an emotional time for Jake and his family and not exactly conducive to the happiness that an engagement is supposed to bring. But I think our engagement is some comfort to Jake, and that's a good thing.

We haven't even been engaged for two weeks and already I am SICK and TIRED of wedding planning. Of course, Jake and I have ben together for over four years and we've been gradually gathering wedding ideas and plans for some months now. We're basically paying for everything on my own, though my parents say they'll chip in some money for the people I don't know who they want to invite. Luckily it's not going to be a big wedding-- 75 people at the most, I think. I think when we finally settle on a wedding ceremony/reception site things will feel a little less stressful. But that's the most important decision!

One thing that worries me is the whole officiant thing. For those who know me, you know I went to Catholic school for 12 years but lost my faith somewhere in high school. Not really sure where I am on the whole religion conundrum right now. My parents and family still think I'm a good Catholic, and I see no reason as of yet to deprive them of this belief... but it's recently become an issue with the whole wedding thing. You see, my dad informed me several days ago that "it would mean a lot to the family" if we were married by a priest. Since I'm of the opinion that "eh, a few prayers and blessings can't hurt," it didn't bother me... I even thought that the whole Pre-Caana practice may be beneficial. But then the roadblock happened-- I called St. Chris' parish, and don't you know, they won't marry us outside? Well, screw that. If any of you know St. Christopher's parish in the Somerton section of Philly, you know that it's a post-Vatican II, stark, pavilion-like building with little character and no warmth. No way I'm getting married there. Now, perhaps if I was still back at All Saint's or I knew any of the priests that now preside there I would get married back in my old neighborhood, but that's not the case. This is the same reason my parents didn't get married in the Church, and in my opinion, the Church is screwing themselves by being so rigid. I'll just find a friggin' minister or something. That'll show them!

And here's another gripe I have about this whole wedding business: What's with all the strapless dresses? I've been looking at gown sites online, and that seems to be all I can find-- strapless, or halter-neck dresses. I'm sorry, but you can NOT tell me that all women out there want to show their arms. I don't care that I'm getting married in August, I am NOT showing my upper arms. And I have waaay too much chest to pull off a strapless. Wouldn't THAT would make for a memorable wedding! "HERE comes the bride! Daaaaamn!" Anyway, Joey D has already promised to be my wedding-day streaker :-) I think that'll be enough excitement for the day.

What else... Oh. I got a job at Kohl's. Definitely NOT what I want to be doing, but I needed something really flexible to get us just a little extra cash while I'm in school. I start orientation on July 2. Can you believe they're putting me in the Beauty dept? (Don't laugh) Yeah, I'm going to be one of those chicks hawking through the store with my lotion, "Excuse me miss, would you like to try this wonderful new product?" Barf. But eh, it's something. I can't wait for school to be over. This week coming up is the end of summer session 1... then I get a one-week break before summer session 2. Oh, the joy. Most of my classes suck and I want to beat half the students with a shoe. I've managed to contain myself so far, but I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on.

It's after nine and I need to work on a lesson plan, write up 2 articles, and start studying for my final on Tuesday. I'll write again the next time I have something to bitch about (which may well be soon). Bis bald!


So people... Jake and I are finally engaged! I am way so happy. I'd insert a picture here, but I can't figure out how... but if you know my facebook or MySpace account, you'll be able to see it. It's even prettier in person, though!

I have a favor to ask of all you out there who are married, or are getting married, or know anyone who has gotten married in he not-too-distant past in the Philadelphia region. Jake and I are starting to plan this shindig, and it's a big pain in my big arse. If you have ANY suggestions at all for ceremony/reception places, caterers, photographers, DJs, florists, or any other wedding-related thing, PLEASE throw me a bone here and tell me! Keep in mind that I'd like to keep this whole thing out of the catastrophic-monetary-range... as much as possible, at least. I appreciate any help you can give me!


Guess what everyone?? Jake and I got engaged tonight! I am ohhhh so happy! My ring is soooo beautiful. We're tentatively scheduling the wedding, so hopefully, if all goes rigt, by August 2008 I'll be Mrs.... Longenecker?!?!?!?! Yes, yes, in fact... I'm still trying to get used to the last name.
Otherwise ecstatic.

Love you all!

Apr. 3rd, 2007

It's my anniversary, and I'm not happy.