The question was How do you mourn a comedian?

		I will marry Jon Stewart.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Seatle Washington in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 6 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Eggplant Mazda Miata.
		I will spend my days as a Broadway Goddess, and live happily ever after.

According to CNN:
On Tuesday, Obama became the first African-American to head the ticket of a major political party,
http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/06/04/obama.nominee/index.html#cnnSTCText

Here's the link to his speech in Saint Paul:
http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/06/04/obama.nominee/index.html#cnnSTCVideo

And here's the speech from YouTube, the quality isn't as good and its a tad shorter:

This is so huge. Even if you aren't an Obama fan, or a Democrat, or an American, history has been made. This is like moon landing big. This is Berlin Wall big.
As one of my other friends pointed out most of the big historical moments in our lives thus far have been negative. You all know that I am far from what anyone would call "patriotic," but right now, as I type this and listen to Obama's speech for the third time, tears in my eyes, I have to say I have never been prouder to be an American.

After the California Supreme Court ruling overturning the ban on gay marriage, Ellen announced she's marrying her long-time girlfriend! Its a wonderful day for their relationship and for our nation. So a toast to equal marriage, to love, and to lifetimes of happiness for all!


And now Dustin's taking me on a picnic on his dad's farm. Further salutes to Spring!

Just thought I'd post the biggest news story of my lifetime to date:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/02/19/AR2008021900152.html

This is so huge. I'll let the occasion speak for itself.

K...A while back I had some folk asking what I want for Christmas/Chanukah. One of the ideas is just to post this wide open and see what happens.

Simple wishes:

Chronicles of Narnia (dvd)
Gift card to Hancock Fabrics
Table cloth (for a long rectangular table)

Medium wishes (or things that may be harder to find):

Movie posters of any of the following:
Gregory Peck (esp Roman Holiday)
Cary Grant
Jude Law
Hugh Jackman
Jon Stewart (does anything of the sort exist?)
Stephen Colbert

More flatware (I have Pfalsgraff(sp?) "Summer Breeze")
Chanukah socks

Large wishes:
A leather jacket (femine, tailored, black, I'm medium)
Money to get the alignment adjusted on my car
Star of David necklace (delicate, silver tones)

Alrighty. Here's the mailing address:
Jody Boyce
1601 S. 20th St. #5
Lincoln, NE 68502

Post comments if you want me to check out your wish list.

Happy Holidays!

Seasons Greetings! There are 20 days till Christmas.

Moving on.

Yesterday was unique. I had to leave work at 3 cause I was experiencing HORRIBLE vertigo (the room spinning uncontrolably) and it was making me SOOO nauseated. That was, of course, on top of some REALLY nasty cramps.
I'm glad I left when I did; I had trouble walking up the stairs to my apartment. By "trouble walking" I mean I hit the wall and banisters several times and couldn't really see where I was going. That's good times.

So I take my anti-diziness meds and put on jams and lay down in my bed with "Roman Holiday." Ever since I was little, when I wasn't feeling good Daddy would either put in a Hogan's Heroes or something Gregory Peck. As I do not have any Hogan's here, and "Roman Holiday" is my only Gregory Peck (damn theives) it is what I watched.
Of course "Roman Holiday" is my favorite film of all time, so it worked quite well.

It was shortly after 5 when the movie ends. I decide that in my hunched, spacey state I can still put lights on our tree. During that experience the phone rings. One of my friends was having a break down and needed to come over. So there I am in my jams wrapped in tree garland having tea on the couch with a friend with smeared mascara, wrapped in her favorite blanket. We ate at Panera and had just a lovely evening once we were both feeling better.

When the drowzy meds finally shook I danced around the apartment singing "I Feel Pretty" which must be hilarious, as Brookish and our friend laughed much.
This didn't last too long cause my psych meds also make me drowzy. Yes, everything makes me drowzy. C'est ma vie.

I haven't heard back from anyone regarding their Christmas present (cept Ames). I'm assuming this means I have creative cart blanche. I'm fine with that, but you may regret that. Not a threat, just saying.

HUG!

Ok, so appearantly the cops are tazering UCLA students. Check out the story and the VIDEO of incident courtesy of AmericaBlog.blogspot.com

http://americablog.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-god-ucla-student-tased-in.html

Camera phones are raising hell all over the world. Can't repress human rights when caught on video! Power to the techy people!

Ok, here's the plan. Inspired by this article
http://www.shermanstravel.com/destinations/top_ten/Places_to_Get_Spooked_on_Halloween

or other spooky, fun traditions, each reader of my LJ and salymander's is invited to write a story and post it. For Halloween, salymander will post all the stories on one page for a fun Halloween reading party!

Each story should be 3 pages w/12p font. Double space is cool. Sign up if you want to participate or judge. Prizes will be awarded!

I'm going to do a mystery involving #5 on our spooky destinations, St. Johns the Devine in New York. And salymander's going to write a fun Jack the Ripper story. (cause history's always fun)

Ghosts, gouls, gypsies, zombies, witches, goblins, squirrels. All manner of Halloween horror or humor are welcome!

Happy writing!!!!

Yes, instead of finishing lame-o book review for psych I talked to Daddy for almost an hour and now I'm updating my LJ. This is not just run of the mill (what exactly does that mean?) procrastination. This is this-book-is-the-most-mind-boggling-boring-book-ever-why-can't-I-just-go-home- *pause for breath* don't-make-me-go-to-class-tomorrow procrastination. Basically.

Let's see, what's happened in the recent past?

Jody was sick all weekend, still coughing, but glad earache went away. Yay ibuprofen and sweet oil.

The Oscars Sunday night were FABULOUS. I have such a silly teenie-bopper crush on Jon Stewart. Its sad, but I'm into geeks, so its ok. Everybody come watch the Daily Show tonight to see Jon Stewart make fun of himself! It'll so rock beyong all reason. Is the Daily Show available on DVD?

On a similar note: The Curse of the Were Rabbit won the Oscar...so yay Wallace & Grommit! The creators had little bow ties to put on their Oscars. So awesome!

Watched Dangerous Beauty last night with Bethie. Best movie ever! I know I seem to say that a lot, but this time its actually true. I really don't know why that movie didn't get more press. Its a great plot (true story), the costumes are fun (though not nearly as fabulous as they could be were they accurate), and the men in the film are GORGEOUS. Which is fortunate as you seem most of the quite naked. It is a movie about whores, afterall. I need this movie.

So my grades are sucking a bit, but they'll all come up after my teachers enter anything I had to write. I'm so glad I'm in a major where my writing skills basically carry every grade I get regardless of the class. I do better with that. Sadly, it also makes it easer to procrastinate (i.e. today). Oh well, graduation in 68 days.

Today's been a good day. I've accomplished absolutely no homework. But I did write a fabulous article for the Clocktower. I'll post it later. Waiting for one more stat. I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope its not too radical. I made some pretty extreme statements (duh), but I feel I backed them up and said them in a fun and bouncy way.
I guess I'll find out when I start getting threatening letters.

Phil saw his shaddow. Tee hee. I love Groundhog Day. Its definitely in the top three holidays: Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Groundhog Day. Good times. Someday I'll go to Punxatawney and enjoy all the festivities thereof. But until then. Love your neighborhood groundhog.

Ok, must dash. Amanda's going to teach me to roller blade.

TTFN.

Its yet another Monday. The Internet is being retarded, I learned nothing in Gibson's class this morning, and my psych test was a joke. Oh and I was kept up until 3:30 this morning by someone in the hallway who needed an ear for almost 4 hours!
Ok, so normally I don't mind being someone's sounding board, and ok, so I didn't care that you were distracting me from my studying. But come on! 4 hours! And of course, she sat down on the verge of tears and was all vulnerable, so I couldn't be like, shut and up and go away. I'm just not that kind of person. I can't tell people that patronize me like I'm 3 to leave me be, there's no way I could tell someone who appears to need me that I want to be left alone.

In other news. My brother said one of the sweetest things he ever has to me last night. We were talking and he asked if something was going on between me and *boy* I said I don't know. And then waiting in anquish to find out what my brother's reaction would be (as *boy* is a friend of his and older than he). He told me that we'd make a good couple and *boy* is good enough for me. I about started to tear up. My brother thinks I should have people be deserving of me. That's so cute in a big brother protecting me kind of way. I love my brother. He's so sweet.

104 days till Graduation. Yay for way looking ahead countdowns.

So I tried to explain to my Colorado-an roommate why it is Virginia sucks. And I told her about Maryland not selling Potomac River water to them, and she doesn't get it. Of course, the sad part of Maryland not selling Virginia water from the Pottymac, is not that Virginia doesn't have clean drinking water, but that they're so pathetic that they'd acutally drink out of the filthiest river EVER. So ha-ha Virginia; Sarah--I so need to hear more from Mojitos for Satan. They're totally my new favorite band. Can I write you a love song about Maryland potholes?

Ok, some information that will make sense: I PASSED THE CLEP! We all knew I would, but there's still an effervescent satisfaction in having it in writing that I tested out of a lame class. I liked the computer CLEP thing, too. Instant academic gratification. I got to sell that crappy textbook back, too. Today was a good day.

I took steps toward being nice to Gibson. I think we can officially call it a love-hate relationship. I emailed him begging (no, not asking, begging) if my book review for Recent Am Hist can be on Jackie! If nothing else the giant "PLEASE!!!!!" in place of a more tradition (or dignified) closing.

Realized that my everyday class load really won't be as bad as it could be. But I have a disgusting number of research papers, so I may be moving to UNL's library sometime next week. Grrr. I do love history. And I like learning and writing brilliantly, I'm just very ready for a break. I've decided that no one's allowed to ask me about my life ambitions until I'm 25. Until then (unless I get a sweet job somewhere) I am hereby, officially "finding self" until further notice. Thank you.

118 days till grad. I wish I could say I thouroughly enjoyed one of the few breaks this semester that I wouldn't have had to work on a research project. But no such luck. I spent yesterday and today reading an out-of-date American Government book. CLEP is tomorrow afternoon. I am so glad I'm not actually in that class, it would drive me nuts.

I've been in a weird mood all weekend. I can't put my finger on why. There's a little vacancy in my thought process, but I'm not sure over what. Its a constant probing in the back of my mind. Wish I new what it was over. Its a weird "something's not quite right" but not in a totally forboding manner, just a bit. Argh! Hope I don't loose sleep over it.

No classes for Jody tomorrow! Just work (*severe gagging noises*) and the CLEP. So I'll have plenty of time to do all the homework I have due on Wednesday, and hopefully get some more headway on my Medieval dress; that I was going to finish this weekend, but NO records gives me two days notice for my CLEP test. Good times.

I'm flipping through my syllabi to see what kind of crack my teachers are smoking this semester, and I've run across something that has always bugged me. Every teacher (that I've had, anyway) states in their syllabus that all assignments and tests must be taken on time, if a situation or emergency arises, you need to make arrangements BEFORE the missed date. But doesn't an emergency, by definition mean you don't have prior knowledge of it and are unable to reschedule something ahead of time? Maybe its just me. But when I have emergencies they involve rush and panic and very little calling of professors to take a test in the next 30 seconds before I rush to the hospital/ER/funeral. *slap forehead* Duh.

Still ironing out scheduling. Gah! When will it all end? May 14.

Good news for egg lovers! Saturday night went well. I love ice skating. And Mahoney State Park has this HUGE playpen ala Chuck-e-Cheese. It was great. Most exercise I've gotten in months. Need to do that more often. I miss being athletic.

Once again too many changes are trying to come all at once. There is nothing I want more from life than stability. 118 days. But I guess that won't bring stability, either.

Schroeder named Brooke, Missy, & I the Three Furies. That makes me giggle. I'm going to miss this place. The people anyway.

Went to Origins today. I've missed every other class (and work) because I've had the nastiest flu. Fortunately I have wonderful people that have been so nice (at least, that's what the fuzzy memories/hallucinations cause me to recall). Katee took care of me, Amanda brought me oranges, Missy made me Jell-O, Brooke...was here, don't remember why, Becky watched M*A*S*H with me. And people in the hallway (I don't know who) offered to help me to the bathroom when they saw me stooped and edging along the way. I love Union.

Doing laundry. Yay for warm sheets from the dryer. The one redeeming characteristic of doing the wash. I got my electric balnket, so as soon as my sheets are clean I can make my bed and it'll be super cosey. Of course, as luck would have it, the winter I have snow boots and an electric blanket, its in the upper 50's. Don't get me wrong, not complaining in any way. Love the warm weather. Just pointing out the irony of the situation.

Ok, nap nap before dinner. Tee hee for Hawkeye lulling me to sleep.