Sarah: This is Interesting

Go watch the movie "What's your Raashee?" It's Bollywood, over three hours long, and will have you googling astrological signs all day long.

~Sarah


http://zodiac-traits.com/taurus-man-sagittarius-woman.html

Progression of Relationship: There will be little logic to the progression of the relationship. Neither sign is inclined to follow rules. They will quickly sense that about one another and work out a shared agenda for getting together. Sagittarius moves a lot faster than Taurus, but she will keep busy in other ways until he catches up with her. Both signs have a marvelous sense of humor. Tauruses are among the funniest people alive and Sagittarius' other epithet is "the Clown." Humor is a rare quality that they share.

How to Attract a Sagittarius Woman as a Taurus Man: Well, um, try not to fawn over her too much. Chances are she's busy, has lots of friends and activities, and likes to be independent. You'll have to convince her that you don't want to put a fence around her -- even though that's exactly what you want to do.A Taurus man can be very possessive. You may honestly think you have a right to own her, and there isn't a Sag gal in the universe that won't jump that fence and run free. But let her do it -- she'll come back. Not to worry. Try to take her somewhere fun, even if it means getting off the couch for a night -- and try not to be cheap about it either.

http://www.ask-oracle.com/sign-compatibility/taurus-man-sagittarius-woman/

These two sincerely focus on and enjoy the purely physical side of sex, but beyond that have quite a different approach to it. Taurus views sex as a way for him to connect with his lover on a deeper level and deepen their emotional connection. Sagittarius, on the other hand, looks at sex as something that is genuinely fun. She’s passionate and genuinely enthusiastic, but does not get bogged down with being overly sentimental. While he’s attempting to gaze deeply into her eyes, she will be distracted with nibbling at his ear. She is more likely to view sex as something casual that does not have to go along with a relationship, while he is less likely than other men to pursue meaningless sex. The mixed signals going on in the bedroom may further complicate and confuse what is going on outside of it.

Doug: Exhaustion

Exhaustion licks at the corners of my eyelids, but a sense of... not success but satisfaction fills me. Not only did I get my entire 8 page Amphibious Warfare paper done, in one night I might add, I also built an entire presentation on the battle for Tarawa from the ground up and presented it this morning. Both operations were a complete success. This does not thrill me. Victory is something I've always expected of myself.

But I am pleased.

The fact that I was up until 0130 last night and I ran six miles this morning is but icing on the cake. I deserve this. I deserve to go home and sleep. But there's one thing I'm going to do first.

Eat myself a goddamn American hamburger. In a German bar. And it's not even a burger, it's a bratwurst. But I'm in America. And I've been looking forward to it all week. So go eat some glass if you're a hater.

It's the freakin weekend baby. Christ, is this skippy mindset what Jasmine feels all the time? That's piles of suck. Oh well. One more week. Then Birthday ball. Fuckin' Rah.

-Doug

"How sweet it is to be loved by you."
-James Taylor

Meghan: Word Soup

I have half an hour until chemistry in which I don’t want to study, but I doubt I can write something meaningful in so short a period. Does every post have to be a meaningful revelation? Why yes it does, otherwise who would read it? I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t even write it. And the words are here, aren’t they? So it must be meaningful. Mahahaha I trapped you with logic, now you have to read it. Except for those of you who will now pull away and not read it because of your inner need to be illogical, your drive to swim against the tide. Those of you I can’t trap with my intoxicating words I will now suck through the computer screen into the black hole of my domain. Here I come. Wait for it.
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Ah, tasty brains.



-M

Sarah: A Moment in Time

Its quiet. The calm humm of the refrigerator behind me and fan under my computer remind me that sounds exist. The loudest sound in the room is the typing of my fingers. This is a typical night once I've completed my chores, made my phone calls, gone to the store, and come home from school. Soon I will study.

I haven't posted in awhile. There hasn't been much to say. Same reason Abe hasn't posted, based on our conversation at Meghan's. There is no news. What are we supposed to say? The relationships in my life have ups and downs. They come and go, like seasonal rains germinating new growth. School is chaotic. Everything in school changes - due dates, test dates, the material, classes, teachers, grades, scores, times - but it all evens out into an equilibrium. Usually.

But, how I do miss passion! I used to find it in so many things as a child. I had so much curiosity and fire for life. Now, I feel like an eternal teenager. I find something and my love of it burns so quickly. Can anyone relate?

Sincerely,
Sarah

Doug: Quiet Optimism

I recline in front of Denny hall watching the leaves fall. Today is Thursday. Thursday is my holy day of rest. I have skipped War and Society in order to be properly prepared for Hebrew, and I find myself with fifteen spare minutes before that class. Hebrew is my hardest class. It's an entirely different language with entirely different everything. No vowels, kind of, two completely different scripts, and a completely screwed up way of pronouncing everything. EVERYTHING.

Still, my prof makes it entertaining. She's a loudmouthed Israeli who doesn't seem to believe in personal space or volume control. Best part is she's also a law student. I cannot imagine dad ever going to school with anyone like this, but then again, Tucker Max got a law degree, so I guess anything can happen. Her name is Hadar (pronounced Haddoh)and she's pretty awesome.

But none of that is on my mind right now. Right now I'm relaxing on the steps of Denny hall, watching the leaves fall and thinking about how beautiful fall is. The rain of dying leaves is just so pretty that it's hard to remember that winter is coming, though the temperature outside makes that fact pretty obvious. I am struck with a fragment of inspiration for my Bigstory and I file it in the back of my head where I've been keeping all my fragments. It'll come together, not now because i'm busy, but it will. I've got faith.

I've got a lot of faith recently. Not the 'Jesus loves me' type faith, because I don't get that. But the 'This is life, and no matter how dark it gets it'll be okay." kind of faith. I'm good with that. Quiet optimism. These leaves and the squirrels raiding the trees for food and the people walking by to and from class give me a quiet optimism. I guess that's the word for it.

There's a lot going on in and around me. But right now, right here, I've got a quiet moment all to myself. Sometimes that's all you can ask for.

-Doug

"Westward from the Davis straight t'is there t'was said to lie,
The sea route to the orient for which so many died,
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones,
And a long forgotten lonely cairn of stones."
Stan Rodgers "Northwest Passage"

Jasmine: Mindlessly Tired

I spend many of my days in a world that's just a little bit fuzzy around the edges. no i'm not doing drugs. most of you know my stance on drugs. I'm also not doing sleep. This isn't a choice I would normally make. In fact when I have the choice I fall immediately asleep for however long I am able. It's a choice I am forced to make because I want to be what it is that I want to be.

I recently started a job at a nursing home. An assisted living home actually, I think there is some distinction between the two but i'm not entirely certain what it is. Part of my reason for this job is that Kaufman's drastically cut down my hours to the point where I couldnt live off my wages. The other part is I want to get into medical school and need patient care experience.

I applied for the job a few weeks ago and that night I was working. They had an opening, actually a lot of openings for the graveyard shift. I was uneasy at first at the thought of working graveyard, afterall when would I sleep? I know better now, I simply dont sleep. But no other shift would work for me anyways stupid school. So I go to school and to work and a few nights a week along with a few hours in a random afternoon I get sleep.

I miss it. Sleep. I'm struggling to stay awake right now as I write this, but I have a test I need to leave for in 15 minutes so no sleep, not till after the test, then I have some sweet black nothing coming to me.

Meghan: Fall Break

“Are you sure?” I asked Jasmine for what had to be the hundredth time.
“I have no idea.” She answered again, peering at the house where we were to stay the night, “You’re the one who got the directions.”
It was fall break and Jasmine and I had decided to go camping. Unfortunately the lovely camping site we had chosen was booked through the break so we had had to deviate to something different. I had suggested a nudist retreat. More specifically, a nudist bed and breakfast that we had researched during the summer and had never gone to. So we called and they had an opening. But the calling process left me filled with suspicion. The bed and breakfast didn’t really have a website, only a phone number and email with which to reach the hostess. The hostess then gave me directions to her remote hotel which we drove to the next day. So here we had arrived, deeply concerned that the whole thing was just a website designed to lure naked helpless victims into some psychopath’s clutches. The bed and breakfast itself is quite near to Doug’s house and looks just like every other house there. This made me even more worried that there were people laughing in the bushes with cameras.
“Are you sure?”
“Let’s just go check.” Jasmine slid from the car to go ring the doorbell. I slowly walked behind her, scanning the area for any potential murderer or hoax. Unfortunately there was no one there. The hostess called me and said she was running a bit late so we went for coffee, then came back and made our suspicious approach once more. This time we were greeted at the door by a stout, cheerful, and completely naked woman. Trying to remain calm I pulled my little suitcase in and looked around at the cute house. It did look like a bed and breakfast, with the table set and an aqua blue pool glimmering in the backyard. We introduced ourselves and I tried to tell her early in the conversation that I had never done this before so she would understand the look in my eyes as a new nudist and not the serial killer gleam. She showed us the bathroom and our room, then we stripped down to towels while I fugitively glanced at the door every few seconds, worried that the hostess was going to pop up in the doorway and see me.
We went out to the pool and the hostess told us her life story about how she had turned to the ways of nudism. What is interesting about nudism is that it’s almost shameful to have any type of sexual contact when people are nude and in public. Even kissing is frowned upon as flagrant, probably because it is so much easier to take things further faster when there are no clothes whatsoever. So larger people, like the hostess feel more comfortable because others don’t evaluate their bodies when they’re naked. After talking we got to swim and hot tub which was lots of fun. Then there was amazing, amazing dinner, for which we had to put on constrictive clothing and go out. Jasmine kept tugging at her clothes, I was concerned that she had gotten too used to the nudist life and was going to rip them off and run free.
That afternoon we played card games by the side of the pool (actually I’m not sure if we played cards before or after we left for dinner) then we swam again at night. The sky and stars were beautiful, and I was no longer afraid of nudists. Later that night we played dominoes with the hostess before going to sleep. When we woke up there were eggs and French toast.
It was fun, I loved it and can’t help but wonder what would life be like if everywhere were this way.



-M