Quotable Me

I recently pulled my complete Facebook archive just to look for a specific quote. (Crazy, nu?) After a little effort, I found what I was looking for (and will highlight it shortly)…but I also couldn’t help reading over my entire wall, too!

Sidebar: Did you know that Facebook keeps a list of not only your current friends, but everyone who has ever been your friend and all your outstanding friend requests? Which is great, right up until you realize that you have no idea who a quarter of those people are. 😛

Anyway, I thought I’d present you the “Quotable Dayanara”–my best from the last six years. (And yes, I used a calculator. Me no likey math, remember?)


I’ve never checked into the Marines…it’s far more likely that I’ll spontaneously turn purple tomorrow than ever be ‘up to snuff’ with them! (July 17, 2009)

Is this the part where the kids go, “I literally can’t even!!!”? ’cause this seems like a good time for that.

Even when I was fresh out of high school (and skinnier and probably in a hell of a lot better shape), there is no way on Goddess’s green earth I could ever handle the Marines. I’ve heard of stories of three-minute showers (although some have said, “Three minutes?! HA! That would be luxurious!“) and probably a lot more that I can’t remember.

To all the women who have made it through Basic and gone happily into service with the Marines, I salute you. (And probably run the hell away, because you must be one scary lady!)

 

(July 19, 2009)

I read, I write and I live to become a walking materia medica another day. ^_^

I’m not sure why I included this, save for the fact that it’s exemplary in my passion for alternative medicine…and I was studying for my bachelors degree at the time.

 

(November 10, 2009)

You have a point and your audience suspects you do too, so don’t dress it up in sequins and then leave it waiting backstage for half an hour. xD

I have no idea what was going on here; but if I was going to guess, I’d say beta reading…more specifically, beta-ing a Jericho fanfic. It just seemed funny and it was one of those quotes where I thought, “Did I really say that, or did I lift it from somewhere and not attribute it?”

As you might guess, the author was having trouble with bloat. (I’m thinking the build-up was good, though, or I wouldn’t have said “dress it up in sequins”. *laugh*)

 

I’m going to put these two together, because they’re a perfect example of how spelling could get me in trouble…

(January 18 and March 12, 2010)

If I’m not careful, I’m going to turn in a paper on irritated bowls. No joke. xD

It’s amazing how switching one little letter can change the United Kingdom into the Untied Kingdom. xD

I don’t remember which class I wrote it for, but I definitely know I did a paper on irritable bowel syndrome as an undergrad–it would have been a “gimme”, since I have it! I think it harkens back to that time in your life when you’re little and unsure about your spelling, so you’re constantly thinking, “Does it require this letter? Should I leave it out? Maybe I ought to change words all together…!”

As for the other, I occasionally have a problem where I type so fast that I mix letters around. (Not quite as bad as my “stress dyslexia”, let me tell you.) But the “Untied Kingdom” has potential…as a children’s book, which means anyone but me should write it! (I still can’t write a book without involving sex somehow, apparently.)

 

(March 29, 2010)

See, sometimes, Good Story goes scampering by me, so I jump into my Charger and tear off after it, squealing, “WEEEEEEEEE!”

I could’ve sworn that was a Camaro! (Apparently I don’t know myself very well.)

If you’ve never experienced this…well, are you sure you’re really a writer? To borrow from the fanfic folks, those “plot bunnies” can be pretty tempting, sometimes!

 

(May 4, 2010)

I told a customer today was International Star Wars Day. The customer at the register next to me groaned. My customer said she'd never seen Star Wars. What's up with that?!

I don't know…I have difficulty contemplating life without Star Wars. I decided recently that I'm definitely more of a Warrior than a Trekker. Even though Trek has occasional battles, they're really supposed to be exploration ships, so that's why they don't have starfighters. Plus the Force. And lightsabers. 'nuff said.

 

(July 14, 2010)

Friendship…true friendship…is not made of throwing material things at someone and answering questions from time to time. It is made of real conversation, truth, understanding, empathy and so much more…

I know by reading this that I was very unhappy with Val at the time. I felt hurt because he called me his friend on a few occasions, but he was (and is) so married to his work that we've never had a real conversation. There have been times where he's even completely ignored something I said and discussed only select things that I mentioned in my last note.

Since I wrote this four years ago, he made it sound like he was going to retire and I was worried that he would ignore me after that, because I'm not a "real life friend". He finally came forward and told that he wasn't retiring; but it's also since been made clear that instead of going his own way, he's back on the short leash of another company.

(I could go on and on, but really, my frustrations with Val are another post entirely.)

 

(August 30, 2010)

Dad: Are you making friends?
Me: Yeah! (Failed to mention I don't know the names of some of them!)

Despite all the problems I had with Olivet College, one thing I noticed about going to such a small school was that the people were so friendly! That's what I mean about not knowing names…beside the fact that I tend to be slow on the uptake in that department. Some people, I smiled or waved at on a regular basis, not because I actually knew them from anywhere, but because we always smiled and/or waved when we saw each other. That's the kind of campus it was.

 

(September 16, 2010)

I must have a problem…instead of typing "I need my sleep", it comes out "I need myself". O.o

That was the second or third week of school. I don't know what was going on; but apparently, it wasn't going well. (*laughs*)

 

(October 23, 2010)

Me: I was thinking that I love him with his clothes off, with his clothes on…when he's happy, sad and mad…I love him PERIOD!
Tana: yep nice isnt it?
Me: "Nice"? Well, if you call unconditional love "nice", then yes, I suppose so. xD

No words can properly magnify or express the depths of my feelings for Jamie.

 

(November 12, 2010)

I hate it when I stall. I hate it when I fail, flutter and fall. I hate it when I look at the task and look away…and mutter to myself that I should come back to it some other day. I hate it when I can't power through the blocks to get the work done…to finish my task and greet the sun…

According to my computer calendar (and the time stamp), I was tucked safely at home at that point.

I can't imagine what was going through my mind at that point in time. I could've been lamenting about my homework…the difficult interview I had at the sorority house the night before…even struggling to finish Ophelia. All I know is that I felt it was worth including here because of the poetic nature of my statement.

 

(June 13, 2011)

If I fall any further in love with "Rolling in the Deep", I may roll myself right back into the shallow end. LOL

If that isn't self-explanatory, I can't help you. xD

 

(Feb 22, 2012)

I'm not Catholic, just Cat-lick…I have faith that I'll be licked by a cat on a regular basis! xDDD

I don't know how I came up with this one, but I love it. It's true, too…our cats are so affectionate that if I don't get kissed at least once a day, it's fairly disappointing!

 

(October 4, 2012)

You know you're multitasking when you tell your cat, "Sorry…I think I just tried to click on your belly!"

HA! I'd sure like to know what I was doing that was so all-fire important that I tried to double-click on Lauren's stomach! xD

 

(November 11, 2012)

Today, I'm thankful for my grandfathers, for my uncles, for [Charlotte's] Joe, [Miranda's] Tony and everyone I went to school with that successfully joined and served our country. I'm also thankful for myself and people like me: red-blooded Americans who wanted to join so bad that it brought them to tears when health problems kept them down. I know the gods have a special plan for all of us; and together, we'll serve our country in the best way we know how–even without the uniform.

I still want to cry when I read this. I'm not sure why I wanted to serve so bad. Maybe it was the chance to do something different than "normal". Maybe it was the psychological need to be recognized and applauded through having a uniform and a rank. Maybe I'll never know.

Seventeen months later, I'm still trying to figure out what that "special plan" is…in the meantime, I guess I have to keep plugging along.

 

(December 20, 2012)

Walmart Cashier: You still have to work tomorrow?
Me: Yeah…people are going to want their Chinese, regardless!
xD

It's amazing how people can flip out over something they know nothing about. (Then again, reference that psychogranola Jenny McCarthy!) The baktun is no more than the end of a Mayan era and December 21, 2012 was not the first time it's ever happened. Anna Kirwan mentions the term many times in her book Lady of Palenque: Flower of Bacal, as the baktun was part of "Lady Green Jay on the Wall's" date system for her diary. At the time the diary takes place, it's the 9th(?) baktun–749 CE. If the world was supposed to end when the length of a baktun had run, then the world would have ended some thirty-six hundred years ago! If that's the case, then I'm pretty sure we have nothing to worry about. (I'm not one to quote the bible, but "You will not know the day or the hour" [Mark 13:32] seems quite appropriate here.)

Besides, even if the world was ending, there's certain to be one more dumbass who wants Chinese for the road!

 

(April 15, 2013)

Cats are eyeing the recliner, looking very much like they want to jump into it.
Dad: Whoever gets in the chair gets it!
The cats don't move. I trot over and drop into the chair, causing Lauren to run and Ani to look disappointed.
Me: dies laughing

No one said it had to be a cat!

 

We are very fond of crazy jokes, mixed up words and laughing in general at my house. The last nine years have been so much fun that I'm almost afraid to move out…it might be lonely with just Lauren and I. (Maybe I'll get lucky and find a roomie that has my father's skewed sense of humor!)

 

(August 31, 2013)

Chatting about National Bacon Day…
Dad: Bacon. Where would we be without it?
Me: Jewish.

Although, that's not entirely true. There is turkey bacon, after all. But there are some people in the world who don't know about it. My ex-stepfather converted when he was thirteen and hadn't had a BLT since. My mom bought turkey bacon et voila! We had BLTs on a regular basis after that.

 

(November 3, 2013)

From one of the members of Pagan Humor: Because We Get It —
Newsflash: Christianity is just Paganism with the serial number scratched off.
xD

There's no way in hell I'm going to go into extreme detail about that.

But remember…there's a reason why they celebrate Christmas in December instead of spring, as it should be. (Besides the whole birth/death thing being too close together could cause confusion, of course.)

Supposedly, Satan didn't have horns, a tail or a satyr's body before they decided during the Inquisition that it would be fun to turn various Pagan horned gods into villains. But I don't have the facts to back that up. (Just like I don't have a citation for Diana's husband Lucifer being remade into the devil. But I've heard that one, too.)

~*~

That took way longer than it should have, but there were a shitload of things I wanted to share and I couldn't persuade myself to work on it every day. Now it's over with…and I can just curl up and go to sleep. (Or something.)

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