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4.23.2005

You Know You're From Nebraska When...

"Vacation" means going to Omaha for the weekend.

You use your life savings to go to the Nebraska-Colorado game.

You know the Woodmen Tower is not made of wood.

You know you cannot tube "upstream."

You know what the "sea of red & white" is

You wake up when it's dark, and go to bed when it's still light.

You can tell it's really a farmer working late in his field, and not a UFO.

You know the difference between field corn and sweet corn when they are still on the stalk.

You pick up all the free stuff at the State Fair.

You can eat an ear of corn with no utensils in less than 20 seconds.

You fly your American flag at halfmast when the Cornhuskers lose a football game.

You know how to pronounce Beatrice, Norfolk and Kearney.

You think Highway 6 is more scenic that I-80, which you think is the best thing to come out of Iowa.

You don't understand why other states even bother to try raising beef.

You believe that the worst steak in Nebraska is still better than any other steak, anywhere.

You believe that vegetarians should be banned in Nebraska.

You don't have to be told what Aksarben is or that it's Nebraska spelled backward.

You take pride in knowing that on Saturdays, Memorial stadium is the third largest city in the state.

Kitty Clover potato chips and Robert's Milk were are the best part of a meal.

You know that the statue on the dome of the state capital is actually sowing seed - not bowling.

You know what a Runza is.

You call lunch "dinner" and dinner "supper."

You think it's normal to get a side of spaghetti at a steakhouse.

You avoid Omaha because you're afraid of getting mugged.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Nebraska.



and here are the "you know you're from western nebraska if..." ones that i can relate to:

You drive by a feed lot and get homesick.

At least four people you know have hit a deer more than once.

At least three of those people have the antlers mounted and on display in their living room or den.

You walk down the street and ten people you don't know strike up a conversation with you beginning with, "Sure has been dry this year."

You know where the Oregon Trail is and can find the tracks in at least two places.

You know the county numbers on every liscence plate.

When the tornado sirens go off you head to the roof to get a better view.

You have had hail damage so often that when you collect the insurance money the adjustor hugs you and asks about your sick aunt.

You want fresh corn for dinner and all you have to do is step out the back door.

When they say "Party till the cows come home" you never get to party.

Everyone you know drives a pickup truck and most of them drive them too slow.

A tree has landed on your house at least once in your life.

You know all the local law enforcement by first name.

You know someone who works on irrigation for a living.

You have ever slid down a barn roof into a six foot snow drift.

When you are cruising main your Grandma comes out and waves at you from her front porch.



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American Cities That Best Fit You:



60% Atlanta

60% Honolulu

55% Austin

55% Denver

55% Las Vegas






i don't know about these results - i would never want to live in honolulu...atlanta doesn't sound too appealing either...or austin...or las vegas. hm...


Your Linguistic Profile:



70% General American English

10% Midwestern

10% Upper Midwestern

5% Dixie

5% Yankee


4.21.2005

and there was much rejoicing...

i just finished the last paper i'll have to write for (hopefully) a very long time! :-d

4.18.2005

Now that i can see it, will the life i lead change
It's kinda strange we make decisions
When they're out of our range
But in day to day living, we tend to give up
On commitments that were made before life got tough
With compromise in our eyes and pressure from peers
We renig on a decision that we once held so dear

  --DC Talk, He Loves Me

4.12.2005

...

this isn't what you wanted
someone to break you down and it never goes away
it's not the life you wanted
someone to break you, someone to make you

bruises on your face, i guess you fell down the steps again
and that's such a shame, cause you let it,
you let it happen over and over again

it's just another day, the last day he touches you again.
but that's the price he'll pay.
you pull the trigger, it all goes away in one determind flash

...

  --primer 55, this life

4.11.2005

I will dedicate
And sacrifice my everything for just a second's worth
Of how my story's ending
And I wish I could know if the directions that I take
And all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
Is there something more than what i've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer

Help me carry on
Assure me it's ok to use my heart and not my eyes
To navigate the darkness
Will the ending be ever coming suddenly?
Will I ever get to see the ending to my story?

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
Is there something more than what i've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer

So when and how will I know?
How much further do I have to go?
How much longer until I finally know?
Because I'm looking and I just can't see what's in front of me
In front of me

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
Is there something more than what i've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer

  --Hoobastank, Crawling in the Dark

4.10.2005

i am using around 15 capacitors on my project for microcomputer design. each of them is colored similar to advil tablets. every time i glance at one of them (which is constantly while working on my project), i taste the yummy coating on advils.

4.06.2005

[almost] scared to death

i was really scared tonight. i'm often afraid of things like not finishing a big project, flubbing up on a presentation or test, messing up my relationships...stuff like that. but tonight, i was afraid that i wouldn't be able to take another breath. i can't say i thought i was going to die...just that i didn't know when the next breath would come.

we were eating and heather said something funny as i was taking a drink. i could have swallowed it right away, but thought i could laugh a bit and then swallow. then i realized i couldn't. the next thing i knew, i had puked up my yummy supper into my hands and the table. every time i thought i could take a breath (or my body was desparately attempting to take one), i inhaled more and more, but couldn't exhale. i mouthed to ardith that i couldn't breathe. i don't remember the first breathe, just that it was a huge relief.

4.05.2005

so hank's new exterior arrived today. trouble is, i have so much to do that i had to tell myself i can't open it until thursday night. heather cleared out a place in the living room to put the box because she knew i probably wouldn't last that long. hopefully this way i'll be less tempted while sitting at my desk. we'll see how long i last...

4.01.2005

Rebekah Hope Gamwell - January 4, 1983 - May 18, 2002

when i installed windows (yes, i know, i'm not a very good geek) yesterday, i quickly got sick of the blah blue background. so i started looking for a pic to stick on there. usually i pick a wacky picture of my siblings or something else that will give me a smile. but this time i gravitated towards the folder containing a bunch of pictures of Bekah Gamwell. i decided to pick this one:

 

Rebekah Hope Gamwell



i didn't know Bekah too well. she lived down the hall on my floor in the mullet suite, which she helped name. we had a few conversations, but nothing too deep. she always said hi when she saw me, which is actually the last memory i have of her. she was walking from her summer on campus apt towards the student center or something else in that direction and i was walking back from work. all i remember is that she gave me a "heyya zippy" with a grin. a few days later, Becca Ward (now Inwards) called and asked, "Have you heard about Bekah?" "no." "she's dead. uh...i'm coming over." we talked and cried for awhile, which a bunch of us did alot of in our apt that week. it really hit me when i saw a picture of her, Becky, and John. the floodgates definitely overflowed at that point.

when we went to Becky's the next easter, she, Stef, Jeanette, and i went to Bekah's grave and Becky told us a bunch of wonderful stories about her. then we left to drive the 6 hrs back to school. i tried for at least a half hour to hold onto all i had just learned about her. a few tears later, Becky distracted me, which was probably for the best.

i've been in the area many times since then, but have only returned to the grave once...until this easter. i'm not sure why exactly...i just needed to go. it was harder than ever before. among other things, i realized how much i have forgotten.

well, before i start crying again...here are some other pics of her i found:

 

41's fall fest theme for 2001 was 80's with Bekah as their queen



 

right before symphony



 

she kinda liked self-portraits



 

another one...



 

and another...



 

a semi-normal pic