Well, we had an adventure last night. Kayla and Hippie almost died picking me up from work. We had a helluva storm last night, and the car started floating at the dip where Sherman crosses 10th. Once the water started coming into the car, Hippie kicked the backseat window out, and they climbed on top of the car. The undercurrents took one of Kayla's shoes, but luckily not her. When the fire fighters came for them, the water was chest high.

Meanwhile, I had taken the bus, because I thought they weren't coming...

I almost got hit by a car crossing the street (Didn't see it, rain had made my glasses useless), but nothing as dangerous as Kayla's little trip.

When we all got home, we made a frozen pizza and finished off a whole bottle of cheap wine between the three of us. Welcome to my ghetto-fabulous life!

Yay! I've succesfully changed my page template! I wanted something that looked more like my livejournal site, which I think is prettier. I'll add the rainbow pentagram later, when I can have internet access so I can use my own gifs.

Unfortuantely, the process of changing my template has eliminated all my links. Grr and argh.

Yes indeedy, this is why I'm spending so much time looking for a grad school.

Also, I find this unreasonably amusing.

The cat has discovered a new way to torture me. If I show any indication ofbeing awake (like, moving to hit the snooze on the alarm), she comes upand sticks her head and as much of her body as she can into the spacebetween my head and shoulder, sealing me off from the world. THen shestarts to purr. Innocent, you say, but it's LOUD. And then she startsmeowing and kneading my neck with her sharp little claws. She even bit myear once. Nice when peopledo it, not so much when the cat tries. Ow.

Interesting article on how the Nebraska gay-marriage ruling expands gay rights here.

And now for a funny, to show that I still love my religion, even if I feel right now that my church can go bite me.

You may be a UU if...

You may be a Unitarian Universalist if you think socksare too formal for a Summer service.

You may be a Unitarian Universalist if you know atleast 5 ways to say - Happy holidays! (Julie will love this one!)

You may be a Unitarian Universalist if your idea of aguy's night out is going to a N.O.W. rally.

You may be a Unitarian Universalist if unleavenedbread is part of your Easter Brunch.

You may be a Unitarian Universalist if you refer toconstruction paper as "paper of color."

If the name of your church is longer than your arm,you might be a Unitarian Universalist.

If you find yourself rewriting a church survey, ratherthan taking it, you might be a UU.

If you call up your minister in the middle of thenight, panicking because you are STARTING to believein God, you might be a UU.

If, to explain your personal theology, you have to useinterpretive dance, you might be a UU.

You may be a Unitarian Universalist if you take yourday planner to church instead of the Bible.

So, I don't think I understand this blogger site. Any blogger-devotees out there want to help? I don't get email notification when a responce is posted, although I always do with livejournal. It lists Dustin's blog in my profile, but it doesn't list any of my other links. Why is this? So confused...

Emailed Dr. Nick last week, told him a bit about my summer. Now he wants to see the short stories I told him were "more or less done." Damn, why didn't I think that he would do that if I brought it up? So now I'm spending today working on my rough drafts, so I can email them when I go home for Susanne's memorial service this weekend.

Today I'm going to bitch about my church chatlist, where a certain Mr G is acting like a complete asshole. He's faux erudite and verbose and pompous, then doesn't understand why we never know what he's saying. Does he do it because he thinks it makes him look smart? Or does he do it because then he can say such horrible things and get away with it because he "didn't mean it like that!"
Agatha and I have agreed to start a Young Adult Group for the Church. Or at least, I've volunteered, presuming I ever get a car. The very idea of car shopping just gives me a headache.
For reasons I don't understand. The UUA has defined Young Adult as anyone between 18-35. I find that odd. People who are 35 are married, have children, are on career tracks, have changed career tracks. THe only thing I've changed is my major. I really love some of my 35 year-old friends at church, but I really don't feel we're in the same peer group.
Nonetheless, we are starting a Young Adult Group, and if this goes well, it may be the only thing holding me at First U. I've seriously been thinking, "What would happen if I just never went back?" Answer: I wouldn't get to see Agatha or Marty, but then, I don't get to see them much anyway.
And that's the end of me bitching about church.

I find that the further I go back, the better things were, whether theyhappened or not.
- Mark Twain. American humorist, writer and lecturer, 1835-1910

"God is a lesbian, but also a gay, a black, a white, a chrysanthemum. It is because you don’t understand that, that you discriminate." - Thich Nhat Hahn

Well, this weekend. I went canoing with Donnie's family on Sunday. Got sunburned. It was 15miles, and by the end of it I was ready to be done. Donnie and Kayla werebehind us, and Hippie and I were worried after they didn't show up, so werowed upstream after them. Turns out Donnie and Kayla's boat capsized, andDonnie lost his wallet. It had his SS card, his access card for work, andhis time card. And $400. Kayla and I didn't bitch at him for carrying thatmuch in his wallet, or carrying his wallet into a creek, because he seemedto be doing a pretty good job of beating himself up about it. He had 5 hours on the creek to think about it. At least we had already gotten allour bills for the month paid.

I had to work on Independence Day, but I got off after 7. Missed my bushome, and the next wasn't until 9, so I walked. Next time I'll call. Ifigured it would be okay, since I've walked home before, and it was stilllight. Oops. I walked home at 5 before, not 7:30. I only got catcalled atfrom a car once, but I had a guy follow me for 4 blocks on his bike tryingto get me to come home with him. Seriously. I had passed him earlier, and he caught up to me and said, "Are you following me?" Then "Why don't you come home with me?"

What, on your bicycle?

He proceeded to ask me if I had a man. I lied and said I did.Then he started asking me all sorts of personal questions about me and my invisible boyfriend. Does he "service" me well? Is he going to "service" me tonight? What if he doesn't?

He left me after about 2 blocks to chat with a friend, but then he hurried to catch back up with me.

"Have you ever been with a black man? Or is your man a black man?"

"Have you ever thought about being with a black man?"

"Or do you just not like black men? It's okay, you can tell me."

I thought about telling him that it's not about not liking black men, it's about not liking men. But I value my sunburned dyke skin way too much to tell a stranger who's been stalking me for 4 blocks, on 10th street, at twilight, that I'm queer.

It was an adventure.

This is a mirror blog for my livejournal account, The Nonsense Notebook. Basically, you can find everything here that you would find there, but I won't bother posting my old entries here.

In short, I'm Ellie, a student at Hanover College, currently living with a friend and her boyfriend in Indianapolis because it's better than spending the summer with my parents in Louisville. The boyfriend's brother just moved in, and their friend Hippie spent the whole weekend here, and now, unsurprisingly, the apartment looks like a bunch of guys live there. I'm learning to cope.