tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56221912011-07-08T04:21:22.656-07:00THIS SITE IS ENTIRELY A READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. IF YOU HAVE SUGGESTIONS OF COMPLAINTS, BE WARNED.... I HAVE DUCT TAPE.Barbnoreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-50965029212194510132009-08-29T23:22:00.000-07:002009-08-29T23:23:20.375-07:00

Ever feel like you're being forced to make the very decisions that are going to destroy you?

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-479557397047657022008-07-21T20:50:00.001-07:002008-07-21T20:50:36.717-07:00

I miss my friends.

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-84813730649677253432008-04-11T23:37:00.001-07:002008-04-11T23:43:04.723-07:00

I'm the sort of person who obsesses. Not externally, like stalking or something, but internally. Every little thing that doesn't make sense to me plays out over and over again in my mind. Scenario after scenario, from plausible to completely absurd. And it makes me overly serious in almost everything I do. It makes me feel like I'm crazy. It's like I can't stop analyzing. I'm afraid this

Barbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-34058451175921179682008-01-06T22:52:00.000-08:002008-01-06T22:53:11.550-08:00

Brittany Spears is not news!

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-67614119277050999942007-09-29T18:40:00.000-07:002007-09-29T18:44:56.735-07:00

I wish life had a do-over policy, where you could just erase something and get a fresh start. there isn't much i'd change, experience gained and all that, but i'm going crazy trying to make up for past mistakes at the moment. So many things would be so much easier. Obviously I can't just start over and I'll have to make the best of things, which, inevitably, I will--but I can dream about it.

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-67495341579203456422007-09-14T21:53:00.000-07:002007-09-14T22:09:20.423-07:00

I have my first real goal: i want to buy a house. I'm not entirely sure where, but I'd really like to own my own house within 3 years. I think I can achieve that. It would be the first long-term thing I've ever accomplished and I could really use that right now. It will take some sacrifice but I need to create some stability in my life and right now I have none. I think if I can do this I can

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-40091787055836871542007-09-06T10:27:00.000-07:002007-09-06T10:32:51.401-07:00

I hate not being busy. In any given day I can do a hundred different things without pausing for a breath in between. And yet I feel completely boring. It's like I'm not capable of having fun. I can enjoy myself, I can be content, but I can't have fun. I hate it. It alienates people that I care about and leaves me feeling like a waste. Sometimes I wonder if there's any hope for me to ever

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-67606867132898741812007-07-23T20:14:00.000-07:002007-07-23T20:23:06.054-07:00

I think I'm finally getting to a point where I can do some of the things I've known for a long time I needed to. Thank God. I'm not sure I could have held out much longer.

Barbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-68557844360615647122007-06-12T21:00:00.000-07:002007-06-12T21:11:20.814-07:00

Every time I go someplace new by myself, I can't help but wonder, if I could choose someone to be there, who would it be? I still don't have an answer.Caged lavender in fields of polished rockButchered lilacs hiding backyard secretsClosed windows silencing laughing eyesSuch is summerIn my tree houseFrangrant cherriesLeave the city far belowSolitude is bliss.I wouldn't try to make sense of this

Barbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-49554602579227938142007-05-08T18:47:00.000-07:002007-05-08T18:48:07.629-07:00

The other day I got into a convesation about goals; short-term, long-term, financial, all of that. I was listening to my friend vent his frustrations about not having met certain goals in his life and I realized that I don't actually have any goals. It's not like I'm unambitious or don't want anything out of life, I just don't have any specific goal I'm trying to reach. A big part of that has

Barbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-31777957730052617482007-04-22T13:32:00.000-07:002007-04-22T13:39:02.054-07:00

It's inevitable that a person will have secrets. What gets me thinking is people's interest in secrets. We all want to know more about someone, we're always curious about what secrets they have and we're usually just narcacistic (spelt that wrong) enough to think that they have secrets that affect us. There's just such a lack of connection between people anymore. It's ironic that in a time

Barbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-3192319043905964472007-03-16T20:27:00.000-07:002007-03-16T21:33:40.200-07:00

I don't think there can be true love and happiness. Anytime you love someone it's bound to make you miserable.

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1170464073113506792007-02-02T16:51:00.000-08:002007-02-02T16:54:33.123-08:00

This week's cliff-notes: great-grandma's in the hospital with a blood clot in her leg, great-uncle in the hospital- found passed out on his lawn, sister's going to AA, and go-karts are crazy fun at 40mph. Weirdest part? I was more affected by the go-karts than by the rest of it. Crazy world.

Barbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1167266998484663102006-12-27T16:45:00.000-08:002006-12-27T16:49:58.493-08:00

So I went jogging today for the first time in several months. I for whatever reason got it into my head that I needed to jog the entirity of skyline drive, so I did. It turned out to be a lot farther than i thought it was, but there are some really nice hiking trails back there. I kept finding houses in the weirdest spots, but most of the time it was pretty secluded. Found a creek that

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1156616528317874432006-08-26T10:52:00.000-07:002006-08-26T11:22:08.326-07:00

I've been thinking a lot about the way things used to be around here. I remember so many people, so many places I'm not sure if I'll ever see again. I have more good memories from my first two years here than from any other time in my life. And it was the people who were there that made them that way. I remember craming insane amounts of people into one car on our way to take wal-mart by

Barbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1134337731381478712005-12-11T13:15:00.000-08:002005-12-11T14:09:37.160-08:00

I know I haven't written here for a while so chances are nobody's going to read this, but that's not really the point.I've been thinking a lot about honesty lately and about what makes a friend. Most people, I think, consider honesty to inspire trust and trust is supposed to be the foundation of friendship. The irony of it is how alienating honesty really is.Very few people actually want the

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1108772511111653702005-02-18T16:08:00.000-08:002005-02-24T21:49:25.086-08:00

Hmm. Well, here I am again, trying yet again to finish an entire entry. I really don't know what to say in this thing anymore. When I first started this, it was easy. I knew the people who would be reading it; I knew what would interest them and I knew what I wanted to say to them. Now it's different. I see my friends on scheduled time if at all. I don't know what they're interested in anymore, I

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1093969566073092702004-08-31T08:26:00.000-07:002005-02-11T12:49:28.993-08:00

Wow. It's been awhile since I've updated this thing, hasn't it. Not much free time when working Pakastani sweat shop hours. But now that school's back in session, I'm paying good money to sit and have my IQ erradicated, thanks to the stunning capabilities of an escaped 6th grade teacher masquerading as a professor. He could actually pass as a 6th grade student if it weren't for the obtrusive beer

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It's been an awefully weird couple of weeks. The weather certainly isn't helping to normalize things. Two days ago we were wearing shorts; today: SNOWDAY!!!! That's right ladies and gents, South Dakota School of Mines has actually declared a snow day. And so begins March with the lower levels of March/Dake and Connoly submerged in snow. Makes for some good sledding if you can swim your way

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1071711843641426032003-12-17T17:44:00.000-08:002003-12-17T17:44:56.060-08:00

How would you classify getting lost in a crowd? Ironic? Unavoidable? I wonder if it's possible for an individual to become lost at all in a crowd. It almost always feels like you're the only real person there despite the multitude of other bodies around. It's kind of like being stuck in a sponge. There are little pockets for you to sqeeze into and little else. No one else has an identity in

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1068862379197337192003-11-14T18:12:00.000-08:002003-11-14T18:13:19.483-08:00

It's amazing how much you can say without saying a word. Just watch people sometime. It can really come in handy when trying to subtly get a point across though.

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WARNING: SYSTEM OVERLOAD I repeat: SYSTEM OVERLOAD (this message will self-destruct) Devastating news folks, in a tragic accident earlier today, we lost yet another promising young college student. Our sources tell us that at approximately some time today, Barb's brain preformed an illegal opperation... and blew up. Authorities are still investigating the scene, but they suspect too much calc

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1067307758284575072003-10-27T18:22:00.000-08:002003-10-27T18:22:37.616-08:00

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Just imagine. Imagine life as you want it; what it could be, what you would do, and who would be in it. If I could imagine my life as anything... I'm not entirely sure what I'd end up with. Two years ago there would have been some serious renovations. Anymore there really isn't all that much I would change. Me, a little bit, that's something.. but that's an on-going process. Plane

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1065642537866317832003-10-08T12:48:00.000-07:002003-10-27T18:23:23.943-08:00

I have an uncanny talent for finding the odd in the bizarre and the bass-ackwardness in the obsolete. Simplicity is most definitely a figment of someone's imagination (certainly not mine). For instance, the word no. There aren't many ways to take that word. But, tada! a perfect example of "simplicity." As far as most people are concerned, no pretty much always meant no... unless you're male

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1062136664866483122003-08-28T22:57:00.000-07:002003-08-28T22:57:44.916-07:00

Plain and simple: I can't wait for school to start. Don't you just love it when something gets so close you can almost taste it? And somehow the steady instrument of time slows to a dead halt. Come on now, you know you do. That's how school is at the moment. But finally, finally we've got some familiar faces hanging around again. Not all of them are anticipated, but hey, beggars can't be

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1061791212766900012003-08-24T23:00:00.000-07:002003-08-24T23:00:12.636-07:00

I can't even comment on the last couple of days; they've been really tough on me. It's really, really hard to sit back and watch something happen, and know there's nothing you can do about it. Especially when it's something that really matters. Makes me feel really small. It would be too perfect if everything were a simple as a hammering details back into place, being able to take action to

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1061540297785162532003-08-22T01:18:00.000-07:002003-08-22T01:19:13.856-07:00

Ah yes, school is most definitely approaching. Had a classic tech moment this morning. Being that it's 90 plus degrees in my room, I figured I'd go watch T.V. in the lobby for a while cuz it's cooler in there, sounds safe... right? You should know better than that. I walked in and promptly noted the twelve guys filling the majority of the couches. Now normally, this would be a survivable

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1061448254821903502003-08-20T23:44:00.000-07:002003-08-20T23:44:14.740-07:00

Just a quick note: my boss has been all but begging all of her employees to sell Mary Kay for her (well, with her, but she gets a bonus everytime she signs someone up). Anyway, enough of them finally gave in (I shall hold out to the bitter end) that she's now been named "reqruiting queen." Now isn't that something to be proud of, Mary Kay reqruiting queen attained through repeated harrassment

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1061355689558946352003-08-19T22:01:00.000-07:002003-08-19T22:01:29.470-07:00

If anyone ever says I didn't earn my pay, I'm going to refer them to today. To start with, I worked for over 12 hours today, more than I really cared to. Did get to play boss today at the trails, but even that turned out to be surprisingly eventful. For starters, we had a horse collick right off the bat. Now that's the last thing I need, a dead horse on my hands and I very nearly ended up

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1061093393387014182003-08-16T21:09:00.000-07:002003-08-16T22:03:44.773-07:00

Well I've finally come up with a topic for today's blog: bad commercials (and I mean baaad). Got to start with the Wal-Mart employment add. It's your basic, "come work for us!" sort of deal, except, yeah, just read. "She was a college graduate with two degrees; she could go anywhere, and I told her 'choose Wal-Mart.'"--"Best choice I ever made." All I have to say to that: wow. And here I

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Man I'm glad I don't live in a big city. For those of you who haven't heard, the north east is currently without power at the moment. It's kind of neat to see the streets completely gridlocked... with pedestrians (hehe). Sucks to be them. Even more so for those stuck in the elevators and subways. And you really have to love the way politicians respond to something like this. Despite the

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1060809961442271702003-08-13T14:26:00.000-07:002003-08-13T21:29:14.456-07:00

I'm going to start out this entry with how I had expected yesterday to go. Get up, discuss scheduling with an advisor, go to work, have dinner with my family, go home, and go to bed. Nothing too out-of-the-ordinary. Then, of course, there's how my day actually went. Wake to the musical chimes of a chain saw removing the ceiling in the bathroom (so much for a shower), talk to advisor, go to

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1060669614477803242003-08-11T23:26:00.000-07:002003-08-11T23:30:13.370-07:00

Why do we admire comedians? They make a living making fools of themselves, something that normally creates outcasts. Remember when nothing could be more devestating than being laughed at? Making a fool of yourself won you scorn and a life on the outside. Yet somehow, comedians can make a living off it. They are admired by the same society that rejects anything non-mundane. One of those

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1060576514247081382003-08-10T21:35:00.000-07:002003-08-13T14:40:21.440-07:00

Ever had one of those moments where it'd be far to conveniant to know the secret to invisibility? Yeah, well try splitting your jeans in front of 20 strangers, that's a fun one. Might not have been so bad had it stopped at the seam, but no, they were going for gold (don't read anything into that). Ahh... what a day to be out of duct tape. On a less public note, a 10 day old horse managed to

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1060399765188237452003-08-08T20:29:00.000-07:002003-08-09T10:35:17.210-07:00

No more dishes! YESSSSS!!! --and the crowd goes wild. But of course, for my last day, there was an un-godly amount of meat in the sinks... eeeewwww.... In other news, I'm finally back in Connoly and hopefully done moving for at least the next 6 months. Unfortunately I have yet to see another soul, living or otherwise. So hurry up, dagnamit! Current contemplation: To call or not to call,

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1060064169061414122003-08-04T23:16:00.000-07:002003-08-05T14:41:11.086-07:00

From now on, everyone should eat off of paper plates. Sure it'd decimate the forests, but they'll grow back. And yeah, maybe the landfills would get a bit full, but just think of them as giant compost heaps we're stock-piling to help regrow the forests. We've already got the cloning thing down, so when we run out of trees we'll just make more. Sounds like a plan to me. So there you have it

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1059938287620983542003-08-03T12:18:00.000-07:002003-08-03T12:18:07.676-07:00

I got to thinking the other day about how many different ways I've met people over the last year. Up until this point I'd mostly made friends with the people in my classes. A few of the friends I have now are in my classes, but that's not really how I met them. Take Talzma and Spork, for instance. I met them while recruiting people to play uno (and frankly they scared me at the time). Ashley

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1059757393578499702003-08-01T10:03:00.000-07:002003-08-01T18:33:03.106-07:00

I hate waiting. Not only is it annoying, but more often than not it's a waste of time. Waiting for people, waiting for events, it's my life and I want to live it now, not tomorrow. Current contemplation: Does time exist? And if so, could you ask it to hurry up? Thought for the moment: To reuse a classic, pud pud pud pud pud!!!!

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Blaaaaaaaaaaaah. That's today. Blah. I can't wait for school to start (that still feels weird to say). I could completely skip today and not be missing anything. That's sad of you ask me. But that'll all change once normal people migrate back to this half of the state (or pull their heads out of their... well, you get the idea). Nothing's quite turned out the way I thought it would so far,

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1059632711651662652003-07-30T23:25:00.000-07:002003-07-30T23:26:51.940-07:00

Well, I suppose I may as well start with the good. I've never quite believed in the idea of reincarnation. I am, however, a big believer in balance (karma, good vibes, whatever you want to call it). Well, today something happened that almost seems like a combination of the two. One of the mares where I work had a foal last night, but nobody knew she was pregnant and she's never been around

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1059505409855568532003-07-29T12:03:00.000-07:002003-07-29T12:54:42.486-07:00

I just felt the need to post something my sister sent me. I know it's kinda long, but oh well, I don't mind and you don't get a vote. --For those who have laughed at my blog, you shall soon be overrun by sea monkeys armed with duct tape (you know who you are!). For the rest of you, try http://all-encompassing-blub.blogspot.com

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1059453413967126632003-07-28T21:36:00.000-07:002003-07-28T21:44:16.170-07:00

Poor Charlie. He was awesome as far as horses go. And as morbid as it sounds, it's too bad Annie or C62 couldn't've died instead. They're pains, Charlie was a sweetie, kind of like an over-sized gerbil (that was just for you ashley). Oh well. Back to life. Current contemplation: I... am boring. hmm. If you too are boring please leave a message after the tone... BEEEEP!! Thought for the

Barbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622191.post-1059386577045068592003-07-28T03:02:00.000-07:002003-07-28T21:57:58.856-07:00

Isn't it amazing how much one person can change your life? You don't ask for it, and if somehow you manage to see it coming, patent your methods. But all the same, you change because of them. It's nice to think it's always for the better, but convincing yourself that's true can be an uphill battle, straight up. But it can be done, at least that's what i keep telling myself. Here I think I

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