Compromise

Work records were a mess today. I was scrambling back and forth remembering what I did, retrieving sheets covered with math, and furiously trying to get the dates straight. This was all done with the aid of an iPhone to connect my two very tense parents.

I finally got everything straight and Mom came by to pick up the records on her way to take Alena to school. Then, before she left, she noticed something.

"Rahel." She said, stopping in the doorway and looking the sheet over. "You didn't write the right date."

I froze. "What?" I said stiffly, willing the panic to not creep into my voice. It came anyway.

"Yeah," She continued. "You put down Thursday. 1/3/13 to 1/4/13. This is for two days."

"Yes," I said, more harshly then I had intended. "It's for two day's work. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" The panic was definitely seeping in now. I had filled out 2 other sheets, each for a week of work, before she called up and said that she needed one that detailed only what I had done at my Dad's. I prayed that she didn't say that she needed the whole week but with different dates. Alena was probably already running late.

"No." She said. My heart took a plummet.

"I need this to be Monday through Friday." She continued.

I pushed myself up and moved over to survey the damage. "You want the whole week?" I asked fearfully. "Well, maybe we can use the one I already filled out??" I thought.

"No." She said. "I need what you did at your Dad's house this week."

It was then that I broke down. I didn't even have a good reason for it. I was just confused. Mom hugged me and I sternly told my body to stand up straight and stop being ridiculous. I only got a little "I can't." from it. Ordinarily, I'd just let my body do it's thing and sob out it's stress levels for a couple minuets. This was not an option, however. There were people right there and the work records had to be finished.

"Aww." I heard Dad say behind me. "Come here."

That snapped me out of it a bit. I straightened up and wiped my eyes a bit.

"No." I managed to say clearly.

"No?" He asked, slightly bemused.

"No, I don't like hugs." I said.

"Oh. Okay." He said in an amused sort of voice.

"Inner Spock." I thought. I regained control and was able to find out why the work record needed to be fixed. It turns out that it needs to be marked Monday to Friday, even if it's only for Thursday and Friday's work. Huzzah.

Anyway, I soon regained full composure and drank some coffee. Thank the goddess for Leonard Nimoy and Star Trek fanfiction. I warned my body and emotions against being irrational. Then I stopped. "Irrational?" I thought.
Huh.
What was the difference between rationality and logic??
I have decided that rationality is the act of applying logic and that logic itself is a system of thought. So really, we shouldn't say "Be logical" because that would imply that we are creatures capable of being entirely based upon logic. The command "Be rational," on the other hand, is quite different. It implies that we are creatures who are able to adhere to logic. This is a better statement for a being that is so versatile. It speaks of choice and willpower. Our ability to adapt.
It speaks of compromise.

Horse Sh*t and I Fight the Blues

Yesterday morning was grey and overcast. It had rained the previous night and they sky was still packed with low-flying clouds. <sarcasm>As foretold by the weather,</sarcasm> I was feeling happy and adventurous. I went outside to open the gate (in my long coat, I should add) and found....

A pile of horse crap.

Yes, a horse had come along and took a dump outside our gate just that morning. I, in my stupidly cheerful mood, immediately saw the benefits in having a pile of horse poop (fertilizer for plants! =D ) and came back with a trowel. The pile was huge and the trowel was small, but I got most of it. I moved back and forth, dumping the green-brown lumps in the flowerbed between the roses. I waved to passerby, grinning like a monkey on crack* the whole time. When I got most of them, I came inside and was stopped by the stares of Dad and Holly.

"I found horse poop!" I explained excitedly. "It's aging in the flowerbed."

"Yeah, we saw." Said Holly, trying to keep her face blank and failing spectacularly. "We wondered what we were doing out there... I asked your Dad 'Is she playing with horse shit?' We watched some more and realized you were...."

"Yup!" I said proudly and marched into the bathroom to wash my hands.

<song>I got a pile of horse poop... Oh you gotta see! I think we should spread it round the yard, oh just you and me...</song>

*I just thought of that analogy and I'm mighty proud of it. =]


PS!! As soon as I get a mobile, I'm gonna get a Twitter account. O__O

HANKLERFISH!!!!!1

Heeey! It's been a while since I've written a title in all caps and with excessive exclamation marks! And the 1 was a nice touch. XD

I have been a little sad lately. It's a summer thing, I think. I need to see my friends more often. I will make a bigger effort from now on.
I've also been watching Nabari No Ou. This is an excellent anime (you can find it on Netflix), but it is SO ANGSTY. SERIOUSLY. The main character just admitted that he loved his (injured, bleeding and passed out) friend (who just so happens to be even more angsty then the main), but that he won't tell him (his friend) because it would "make him even more confused."
The stupid UST and existential angst is suffocating.


Luckily for me, I found Hank Green's song about anglerfish! =D
Who knew that all I needed was a little advice from a Hanklerfish???
Hanklerfiiiish. Hanklerfiiiiiiiish. Hanklerfish!!
...Right.

I Finished Good Omens!

I finished Good Omens.
I finished Good Omens.
I FINISHED GOOD OMENS.

.....Dear Goddess, what have I done?


I am about to loose it.

I FINISHED IT!!!!!!!!!
THE ONLY BOOK THAT MY TWO FAVORITE AUTHORS WROTE TOGETHER!!

...And it's over. It's all over.
I know what happens.
I know what takes place.
I know what transpires.
It's no longer a mystery.
I love it so much, but I can't re-read it for at least a few months.....

*sigh.*

The good news is that... <spoilers><!-- This kind of gives away the whole book. Highlight the blank spot to see them anyway-BUT ONLY IF YOU'VE READ THE BOOK FIRST. (Cooper! I see you. Don't you dare...) -->...no one died!! Sure, there was that office full of telemarketers. And that mailman. And those whalers. Heh, that kraken totally PWNED them. But other then that? All my beloved characters!! THEY LIVED!! Huzzah!!! I LOVE YOU NEIL AND TERRY!!!!</spoilers>

...Phew. Anyhoo, although I am terribly sad that it's over (and that it was slightly anti-climactic), I am so glad that I read it. I feel so much better. =^^=

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN'T READ IT:
GO BUY IT. RIGHT NOW. EVEN IF YOU CAN BARELY AFFORD IT. IT IS INEFFABLY AMAZING. It puts a whole new spin on religion, life, the universe, and everything. It's basically up there with 42.


...Go on! SHOO!!!

The Art of Being in Two Places at Once

There is a certain magic in hanging halfway out of windows.
There being few opportunities to lie stretched across the threshold of two worlds, I seize them whenever possible. Right now, my laptop is resting on a table outside, I have my feet on the couch inside, and my torso is resting against the sill. Inside is so warm and comfortable, cozy and still. Yet the cool outside breezes and currents are so alluring, I just can't help but be caught up in it's sweetness. This is just the place for someone like me.

I have always had an affinity for gateways.