Dude, Matt got a mullet. No kidding. There were varying reactions, most of them along the lines of "What did you do?" Some people simply stared. A lot of them mocked. Staci's reaction, however, has to be the best.
"You look.... Wow. Nevermind."
(Staci, we love you! How do you come out with such devastatingly funny stuff?)
Monday, November 29, 2004
Pumpkin
So, there I was, waiting for the elevator, minding my own business. I was carrying a twenty pound backpack, a purse, a roll of drawings, and pulling a large suitcase behind. I sure as heck wasn't going to take the stairs!
So, there I was, watching the elevator door open.
To my surprise, the elevator was inhabited by a table.
Not only that, the table had a chair on top of it. And on top of the chair? A devilishly handsome pumpkin. No kidding, it had a devilishily handsome face drawn on it.
What I'd like to know: Who the heck put it there? Why is it still upright after so many college students have ridden the elevator? How long will it last? Where is a digital camera when you need one?
So, there I was, riding the elevator with a pumpkin.
So, there I was, watching the elevator door open.
To my surprise, the elevator was inhabited by a table.
Not only that, the table had a chair on top of it. And on top of the chair? A devilishly handsome pumpkin. No kidding, it had a devilishily handsome face drawn on it.
What I'd like to know: Who the heck put it there? Why is it still upright after so many college students have ridden the elevator? How long will it last? Where is a digital camera when you need one?
So, there I was, riding the elevator with a pumpkin.
Stupendous Stupidity
Now some of you who haven't known me very long may wonder, "Mackenzie? What does she have to do with stupendous stupidity?" Others may be saying, "Oh yeah, that's the Mackenzie we know and tolerate." In any case, I'm always doing stupid and seemingly irreparable things. For a wonder, I haven't done any stupendously stupid things for the past three months. I mean, c'mon, think about it. I've been in charge of my own education, job, and extracurriculars for three months with no parental supervision. It's a recipe for disaster. Why have I not screwed up really badly yet?
Yesterday, I learned why.
I was saving it all up until I got home, where I could screw up badly with my family cheering in the sidelines. I was only home 5 days, and in that space of time I contrived to not only raid the fridge and lose my shoes in the first five minutes, I managed - here it comes - to back into my grandparents' car! Yes! They decided, last minute, to come down from Indiana for a couple days to visit. They parked behind our cars, up against the fence. They unpacked, hung out, never thought about where they'd parked. We went to a movie, came back, hung out some more. Next day, Abbi Schopp came over to hang out, and we were going to bake cookies. Only we ran out of confectioners sugar.
OK, no big deal, we'll just run to Wal-mart and get some. Won't take half an hour. Right.
In discussing it, we decided I should run up to Decatur quick and grab the last supplies for a Christmas project, before the store closed. Then we'd run to Wal-mart and be back in no time.
Finally all is decided. I get my shoes, purse, CD's, and shopping list in order, and we venture out to the car. All this while I'm talking to Abbi, saying how weird it was to drive after three months at college. I start the car, keep talking, and back up, thinking, "Dude, this is eerily familiar."
Crunch!
Not anymore it's not!
I throw a glance out the window thinking, "****!" and see Grandma and Grandpa's car. "Ohmygosh! I did not just hit Grandma and Grandpa's car!" Oh, but I did. I left a nice large dent in the rear bumper of their new car. They bought it in May, on their way down for my graduation. And I put a dent in it! I backed into my grandparents' car!
It figures that our car suffered no injuries.
Upsides: I wasn't driving the truck. I wasn't going very fast. No one got hurt. I didn't break their taillight. I was at home. My grandparents didn't get upset. In fact, I was the only one who got upset.
So, I backed into my grandparents' car over Thanksgiving break. What did you do?
Yesterday, I learned why.
I was saving it all up until I got home, where I could screw up badly with my family cheering in the sidelines. I was only home 5 days, and in that space of time I contrived to not only raid the fridge and lose my shoes in the first five minutes, I managed - here it comes - to back into my grandparents' car! Yes! They decided, last minute, to come down from Indiana for a couple days to visit. They parked behind our cars, up against the fence. They unpacked, hung out, never thought about where they'd parked. We went to a movie, came back, hung out some more. Next day, Abbi Schopp came over to hang out, and we were going to bake cookies. Only we ran out of confectioners sugar.
OK, no big deal, we'll just run to Wal-mart and get some. Won't take half an hour. Right.
In discussing it, we decided I should run up to Decatur quick and grab the last supplies for a Christmas project, before the store closed. Then we'd run to Wal-mart and be back in no time.
Finally all is decided. I get my shoes, purse, CD's, and shopping list in order, and we venture out to the car. All this while I'm talking to Abbi, saying how weird it was to drive after three months at college. I start the car, keep talking, and back up, thinking, "Dude, this is eerily familiar."
Crunch!
Not anymore it's not!
I throw a glance out the window thinking, "****!" and see Grandma and Grandpa's car. "Ohmygosh! I did not just hit Grandma and Grandpa's car!" Oh, but I did. I left a nice large dent in the rear bumper of their new car. They bought it in May, on their way down for my graduation. And I put a dent in it! I backed into my grandparents' car!
It figures that our car suffered no injuries.
Upsides: I wasn't driving the truck. I wasn't going very fast. No one got hurt. I didn't break their taillight. I was at home. My grandparents didn't get upset. In fact, I was the only one who got upset.
So, I backed into my grandparents' car over Thanksgiving break. What did you do?
Friday, November 26, 2004
A Mouse Postscript
Oh, you will never guess what's in our laundry room. Yep, got it in one. A dead mouse! Of all the cruel jokes! I leave one dead mouse, and come home to find another dead mouse! You gotta admit though, it is pretty darn funny. A cosmic joke of ..... dang. Nothing witty comes to mind. Some sort of cosmic joke.
That went off twice as badly as I expected. But there were no fire extinguishers involved. Let us be thankful for that.
That went off twice as badly as I expected. But there were no fire extinguishers involved. Let us be thankful for that.
Perspective
Dude, I'm so not ready to go back to college. I'm just getting used to being home again, and I leave on Sunday. I don't want to say goodbye to my family again, even if it is just for another couple of weeks.
On the other hand, I feel prepared to go back to college. I've gotten a bit of perspective about it, thanks to my wonderful family and a little distance. I feel ready to handle the stress of constant homework, being surrounded by people, and even drawing. I can be an art major again! That means: watch out! More frolicking, more kicking-up-my-heels, in general, more ready for adventure!
Wow, I think that was, like, two sentence fragments in a row. And you call yourself an English major.
On the other hand, I feel prepared to go back to college. I've gotten a bit of perspective about it, thanks to my wonderful family and a little distance. I feel ready to handle the stress of constant homework, being surrounded by people, and even drawing. I can be an art major again! That means: watch out! More frolicking, more kicking-up-my-heels, in general, more ready for adventure!
Wow, I think that was, like, two sentence fragments in a row. And you call yourself an English major.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Mouse Finale
The mouse has met his end! Yes, that's right! The terror of third floor Solly has been vanquished. It was found by Abby a couple hours before we left for Thanksgiving, trapped in a mouse trap. This particular trap had been intended for a physics experiment, but Christy was so kind as to let us use it. Christy is our hero! Maintenance kindly came and disposed of it, replacing it with more mouse traps of a different kind. I think we screamed louder from joy when we found the deceased mouse than we screamed from fear when we found it running around in our room. Abby fairly frolicked down the hall!
No worries about chewed up belongings or stinky dead mice.
Long live Thanksgiving break!
No worries about chewed up belongings or stinky dead mice.
Long live Thanksgiving break!
Trip Home
My trip home was OK. I sat in the airport for about three hours. The plane to Altanta got delayed by bad weather, leaving me about five minutes to make it to my connecting flight. Luckily the connecting flight was also delayed. I made it to the gate just as it was supposed to be departing, but they had not yet begun boarding. They were overbooked and asked for three volunteers to wait until the next morning to fly. At last, after about half an hour, we boarded the plane. After boarding, we sat for an hour, as they put more fuel in the plane due to bad weather in Huntsville. Then they decided the plane was too heavy, and asked for seven more volunteers to wait for a flight the next morning. After quite a wait, they got the volunteers and filled out the paperwork, and we finally took off. So by the time I got into the Huntsville airport it was one in the morning AL time (2 am PA time). Then it took us an hour to drive home, and once we reached home I had to raid the fridge for a snack. Then Mom and I talked for a while, and we thought we were being quiet, but apparently not because everyone else in the house heard us and was complaining about it this morning. We had donuts for breakfast at around 10 (AL time) and all was good.
Yay for being home!
Yay for being home!
Monday, November 22, 2004
Mouse Adventure, Part 5
(Just kidding, that wasn't the last mouse post. Hey, I didn't know there would be a sequel.)
So, Abby's in here studying today, and she sees the mouse scurry around. I wasn't around, but I can imagine her reaction. She quickly went to study elsewhere. She called and put in a work order for some mouse traps, but nobody's been here to work on that yet. Why am I not surprised? So Abby, being proactive in her stance against mice, talked to our RD (Brenda) and she agreed to bring her cat (Mufasa) up here for a couple hours tonight, to see if Mufasa has more luck catching mice than all us dumb people. Hopefully it will work. I don't want a mouse running around our room unchecked for the next week. I mean, just think of all the things it could chew up.
Also, Sharon, Matt, and Laura's FYS found a dead mouse in their classroom today. I think someone's watched a little too much "Free Willy" and is going bonkers with the science mice.
So, Abby's in here studying today, and she sees the mouse scurry around. I wasn't around, but I can imagine her reaction. She quickly went to study elsewhere. She called and put in a work order for some mouse traps, but nobody's been here to work on that yet. Why am I not surprised? So Abby, being proactive in her stance against mice, talked to our RD (Brenda) and she agreed to bring her cat (Mufasa) up here for a couple hours tonight, to see if Mufasa has more luck catching mice than all us dumb people. Hopefully it will work. I don't want a mouse running around our room unchecked for the next week. I mean, just think of all the things it could chew up.
Also, Sharon, Matt, and Laura's FYS found a dead mouse in their classroom today. I think someone's watched a little too much "Free Willy" and is going bonkers with the science mice.
Mouse Adventures, Part 4
(Don't worry, this is the last one, I promise.)
Later that night, we decided we wanted to rearrange our room: unbunk the beds, push the dressers around a bit, change our poster placement. Thoroughly cleaning everything as we went along, we pulled the chairs into the hall, picked books up off the floor, and piled things (temporarily) on our beds. I picked up my violin case from its resting place near my desk, and lo and behold! the mouse had been hiding behind it. It ran behind my desk, and Abby and I yelled "It's a mouse!" and wondered what to do. Abby went to fetch Emily, the closest RA. Of course Emily wasn't there - Emily's never there. I barely recognize her. So we ran to the other end of the hall and found Erin, the other RA. She's nice. Erin got Christy, who has some experience with rodents and is not squeamish. Of course we're all yelling quite loudly about this mouse, and heads are poking out of doors, and people come running (Jillian, of course, was just about to get in the shower. Last time I think it was a fire drill that interrupted her.). Jillian screams quite loudly without even seeing the mouse, and subsequently comes into our room four or five times afterwards to see if we've caught it yet. Yes, with seven people all crammed in our room, furniture in disarray, and plenty of hullabaloo, the mouse is going to come out and meekly walk into our trash can so we can get rid of it.
We pull everything out from the walls, see the mouse dart around a couple times, and completely lose track of it. We can't find a nest anywhere, and trust me, we looked hard. So Christy (She's my hero now) got us a mouse trap she was supposed to use for a physics experiment and set it up in our room. We baited it with peanut butter, and still it sits there, completely untouched. We managed to sleep last night though, without too much trouble.
I have never met so many people on our hallway before. Maybe I'm antisocial, or maybe everyone's antisocial, or maybe we're just really busy, but I don't know many people on my floor. Like I said, I barely recognize one of the RA's! So, for that at least the mouse has been useful.
I really like our furniture rearrangement. We have a lot more wall space all of a sudden, so Abby decided I need to paint a large daisy picture to fill the empty space. Maybe then people will stop complaining they've never seen my artwork.
If only I liked mice, I'd be happy.
Later that night, we decided we wanted to rearrange our room: unbunk the beds, push the dressers around a bit, change our poster placement. Thoroughly cleaning everything as we went along, we pulled the chairs into the hall, picked books up off the floor, and piled things (temporarily) on our beds. I picked up my violin case from its resting place near my desk, and lo and behold! the mouse had been hiding behind it. It ran behind my desk, and Abby and I yelled "It's a mouse!" and wondered what to do. Abby went to fetch Emily, the closest RA. Of course Emily wasn't there - Emily's never there. I barely recognize her. So we ran to the other end of the hall and found Erin, the other RA. She's nice. Erin got Christy, who has some experience with rodents and is not squeamish. Of course we're all yelling quite loudly about this mouse, and heads are poking out of doors, and people come running (Jillian, of course, was just about to get in the shower. Last time I think it was a fire drill that interrupted her.). Jillian screams quite loudly without even seeing the mouse, and subsequently comes into our room four or five times afterwards to see if we've caught it yet. Yes, with seven people all crammed in our room, furniture in disarray, and plenty of hullabaloo, the mouse is going to come out and meekly walk into our trash can so we can get rid of it.
We pull everything out from the walls, see the mouse dart around a couple times, and completely lose track of it. We can't find a nest anywhere, and trust me, we looked hard. So Christy (She's my hero now) got us a mouse trap she was supposed to use for a physics experiment and set it up in our room. We baited it with peanut butter, and still it sits there, completely untouched. We managed to sleep last night though, without too much trouble.
I have never met so many people on our hallway before. Maybe I'm antisocial, or maybe everyone's antisocial, or maybe we're just really busy, but I don't know many people on my floor. Like I said, I barely recognize one of the RA's! So, for that at least the mouse has been useful.
I really like our furniture rearrangement. We have a lot more wall space all of a sudden, so Abby decided I need to paint a large daisy picture to fill the empty space. Maybe then people will stop complaining they've never seen my artwork.
If only I liked mice, I'd be happy.
Mouse Adventures, Part 3
(Yes, there's actually a mouse in this one)
I slept peacefully and deeply after my introduction to Mouse. In fact, I slept so deeply and peacefully that I didn't get up for church the next morning. I'm not sure if I was so flustered by course registration that I didn't set my alarm, or if I turned it off in my sleep. Regardless, I did not make it to church, but slept until ten the next morning (oh rapturous bliss!).
I puttered around for a while, actually trying to get homework done but despite all my valiant efforts at productivity, I failed dismally. Nothing of real consequence got done.
And so my roommate found me, desperately trying to draw and write a research paper simultaneously.
[Just kidding. I was listening to music and reading.]
[Don't look at me like that! I just took a break! I really did work hard earlier!]
I asked how her weekend went, and broke the rodent news as gently as I possibly could. She didn't scream thank goodness (We have enough of that from the field hockey girls next door) but her eyes got big, and she said something to the tune of "CRAP!" We talked it over and hopefully decided that since the door of our room was open, the mouse must've run out into the hall, down three flights of stairs, and into the waiting arms of Mufasa, our RD's cat.
Hey, it might've happened.
We went on with our lives, little suspecting what was to come.
I slept peacefully and deeply after my introduction to Mouse. In fact, I slept so deeply and peacefully that I didn't get up for church the next morning. I'm not sure if I was so flustered by course registration that I didn't set my alarm, or if I turned it off in my sleep. Regardless, I did not make it to church, but slept until ten the next morning (oh rapturous bliss!).
I puttered around for a while, actually trying to get homework done but despite all my valiant efforts at productivity, I failed dismally. Nothing of real consequence got done.
And so my roommate found me, desperately trying to draw and write a research paper simultaneously.
[Just kidding. I was listening to music and reading.]
[Don't look at me like that! I just took a break! I really did work hard earlier!]
I asked how her weekend went, and broke the rodent news as gently as I possibly could. She didn't scream thank goodness (We have enough of that from the field hockey girls next door) but her eyes got big, and she said something to the tune of "CRAP!" We talked it over and hopefully decided that since the door of our room was open, the mouse must've run out into the hall, down three flights of stairs, and into the waiting arms of Mufasa, our RD's cat.
Hey, it might've happened.
We went on with our lives, little suspecting what was to come.
Mouse Adventures, Part 2 (nothing to do with a mouse actually)
Well, actually, before I went to bed I ate food at the union and changed my schedule. Luckily someone was kind enough to warn me that my Bible professor is a tartar, and help me change it. Luckily the change fit into my schedule. Unluckily, I still haven't been able to talk to the professor of the lifeguarding class to try and get in. Just the words "course registration" reduce me to a stressed-out, weeping wreck.
Then, after totally stressing and wasting my friends' valuable homework time, I went back to my room and slept, thinking nothing more of the mouse.
Then, after totally stressing and wasting my friends' valuable homework time, I went back to my room and slept, thinking nothing more of the mouse.
Mouse Adventures, Part 1
Saturday night, after watching "The Garden State" with some friends, I retreated to my room for my customary close-to-midnight cookie. Cookies made possible by Grandma.
Upon opening my closet (where I keep my food box), I saw that the foil was open on my cookie container. What? Did I leave it open? I shrugged, and reaching in, caught hold of the container. Out jumped a funny-looking brown thing about four inches long. It leapt almost into my arms, hit the floor and scurried behind my dresser.
A mouse? Did I just see a MOUSE?!?!
A mouse was just eating my cookies! Crap! Now I can't eat them!
So I threw out the few remaining cookies, lamenting my bad fortune, but rejoicing in the fact that I'd already eaten most of them before the mouse got there. I made a short mental note to get mouse traps and break the news gently to my roommate when she got back from a weekend at home. Then, thinking nothing more about it, I went to bed.
TO BE CONTINUED
Upon opening my closet (where I keep my food box), I saw that the foil was open on my cookie container. What? Did I leave it open? I shrugged, and reaching in, caught hold of the container. Out jumped a funny-looking brown thing about four inches long. It leapt almost into my arms, hit the floor and scurried behind my dresser.
A mouse? Did I just see a MOUSE?!?!
A mouse was just eating my cookies! Crap! Now I can't eat them!
So I threw out the few remaining cookies, lamenting my bad fortune, but rejoicing in the fact that I'd already eaten most of them before the mouse got there. I made a short mental note to get mouse traps and break the news gently to my roommate when she got back from a weekend at home. Then, thinking nothing more about it, I went to bed.
TO BE CONTINUED
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Thanksgiving Break
Yay for the weekend, boo for tests, research papers, and huge art projects (actually I'd enjoy the art project, provided it wasn't due Monday.).
Only three more days until I fly home! Yay! I'm counting down the days, and actually trying to get my homework done. I mean, I don't want to be interrupted by homework in the little time I have at home. I'll be much too busy eating real food, talking with my friends ,and enjoying my family's craziness to actually work. I mean, c'mon! It's not like college students do any of that.
Only three more days until I fly home! Yay! I'm counting down the days, and actually trying to get my homework done. I mean, I don't want to be interrupted by homework in the little time I have at home. I'll be much too busy eating real food, talking with my friends ,and enjoying my family's craziness to actually work. I mean, c'mon! It's not like college students do any of that.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Communications Class
Communications class was fun today. We brainstormed new names for Messiah. Only requirement, it had to be a University. We came up with such brilliant monikers as:
"The alternative Harvard" University
Phipps University
Issachar's U
"f" U ("where we love Jesus!")
The University
Dirty Dancin' U
I'm Good University
Chapel University
Lottie Nelson University
Chickens Go Here University
"The Real Duke" University
Exodus U
Seven flags U
"M-town" U,
Yahweh U
Yellow Britches University (Especially funny if you know it's supposed to be Yellow Breeches)
Purple Monkey Washers U
and my personal favorite, a contribution of Ben:
"Remember that time Bob Dylan came to Messiah College and he played a concert and there were so many people and the line was out the door? That was awesome." University.
It brought down the house.
"The alternative Harvard" University
Phipps University
Issachar's U
"f" U ("where we love Jesus!")
The University
Dirty Dancin' U
I'm Good University
Chapel University
Lottie Nelson University
Chickens Go Here University
"The Real Duke" University
Exodus U
Seven flags U
"M-town" U,
Yahweh U
Yellow Britches University (Especially funny if you know it's supposed to be Yellow Breeches)
Purple Monkey Washers U
and my personal favorite, a contribution of Ben:
"Remember that time Bob Dylan came to Messiah College and he played a concert and there were so many people and the line was out the door? That was awesome." University.
It brought down the house.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
The Charltons' visit
Jonny and Daniel have departed for home, and subsequently arrived safely. They arrived at about 10:30 Saturday night (I know! I'm late) and stayed all day Sunday.
Jonny had the brilliant idea of going caving when they came. However, Daniel "would rather eat his own head" than go caving. He preferred to practice guitar. So I tried to round up some other people to come, but only Stacy had sufficient disdain for homework. We successfully found the cave, but the entrance was closed with cement and all manner of wooden blocks which were immovable. So we walked around a bit, took some pictures, lamented the closing of the cave (it had mud bogs in it! What's a mud bog? Now we'll never know!) and headed back to Messiah.
Somewhere along the way we mislaid state route 15 (I know, we're incredibly talented.). I had even less idea than usual where I was, since I don't have a college car. Stacy however, came to the rescue! She said if we could get to Mechanicsburg she knew the way back. So we wandered around Mechanicsburg for about fifteen minutes, until Stacy finally saw a landmark she recognized. She brilliantly guided us back to the college, leading fearlessly through the dark and threatening forests. So, although we didn't get caving adventure, we had navigational adventure.
Moral: Never drive with Mackenzie as co-pilot! The instant she gets in a car she loses all sense (and not just of direction).
Jonny had the brilliant idea of going caving when they came. However, Daniel "would rather eat his own head" than go caving. He preferred to practice guitar. So I tried to round up some other people to come, but only Stacy had sufficient disdain for homework. We successfully found the cave, but the entrance was closed with cement and all manner of wooden blocks which were immovable. So we walked around a bit, took some pictures, lamented the closing of the cave (it had mud bogs in it! What's a mud bog? Now we'll never know!) and headed back to Messiah.
Somewhere along the way we mislaid state route 15 (I know, we're incredibly talented.). I had even less idea than usual where I was, since I don't have a college car. Stacy however, came to the rescue! She said if we could get to Mechanicsburg she knew the way back. So we wandered around Mechanicsburg for about fifteen minutes, until Stacy finally saw a landmark she recognized. She brilliantly guided us back to the college, leading fearlessly through the dark and threatening forests. So, although we didn't get caving adventure, we had navigational adventure.
Moral: Never drive with Mackenzie as co-pilot! The instant she gets in a car she loses all sense (and not just of direction).
Monday, November 15, 2004
Language Fun
This rambling is devoted exclusively to random language fun. It includes several poems written by my lovely brothers, as well as one written by a strange and delusional art major on the subject of school.
Perhaps we should begin with a discussion of the word "intricate." What the crap is the noun form of the word "intricate"? Intricity? Intricateness? Intricateicism? If anyone out there knows, please tell me, and end my confusion!
The word "gambol" - tell me that's not a fun word to say! But why does "gamboling" sound so much like "gambling"? I could be happily frolicking one day, shouting out, "I love to gambol!" whenever my whimsey dictated, and some Messiah faculty member could slap a fine on me. I mean, dang. Can't even gambol without getting in trouble.
Now for that poetry I promised:
"Keep out of the cold
You've been told
to be bold
so watch out for mold
in the Netherlands."
Aaron and Avery, that's freaking awesome. It has inhabited my AIM profile for a while now.
Also by Aaron:
"Here is a coat
it's not for a boat
or to keep you afloat
this ain't no joke."
Yes Aaron, I appreciate that clarification. I mean, without you I might have tried to cross the English channel using a green coat and no oars. Think of all the trouble you've just saved the English coast guard.
And finally, for that random poem by an extremely random art major:
"Gone are the days
when homework was fun.
Now I just wish
homework was done.
If it was
I'd have some fun.
I'd frolic and gambol
unceasing till the sun
in its sleepy wisdom goes down."
Speaking of homework....
Perhaps we should begin with a discussion of the word "intricate." What the crap is the noun form of the word "intricate"? Intricity? Intricateness? Intricateicism? If anyone out there knows, please tell me, and end my confusion!
The word "gambol" - tell me that's not a fun word to say! But why does "gamboling" sound so much like "gambling"? I could be happily frolicking one day, shouting out, "I love to gambol!" whenever my whimsey dictated, and some Messiah faculty member could slap a fine on me. I mean, dang. Can't even gambol without getting in trouble.
Now for that poetry I promised:
"Keep out of the cold
You've been told
to be bold
so watch out for mold
in the Netherlands."
Aaron and Avery, that's freaking awesome. It has inhabited my AIM profile for a while now.
Also by Aaron:
"Here is a coat
it's not for a boat
or to keep you afloat
this ain't no joke."
Yes Aaron, I appreciate that clarification. I mean, without you I might have tried to cross the English channel using a green coat and no oars. Think of all the trouble you've just saved the English coast guard.
And finally, for that random poem by an extremely random art major:
"Gone are the days
when homework was fun.
Now I just wish
homework was done.
If it was
I'd have some fun.
I'd frolic and gambol
unceasing till the sun
in its sleepy wisdom goes down."
Speaking of homework....
The 589th
I thought, for a change, I'd write about something quite serious. Namely, the 589th anniversary of the battle of Agincourt.
I learned last night, to my surprise, that the battle took place in France, not in England. It is the subject of numerous plays, namely Henry V (Shakespeare). It was a battle between England and France. In the Laurence Olivier version of Henry V they all have extremely funny haircuts. It's quite a bloody battle, with the bloody french prince portrayed as a rotten coward. He rode around killing pages and then ran away.
It is thanks to Lucy that I know about this crucial battle. She threw a Battle of Agincourt anniversary party, and we're planning on going to Agincourt for the 600th anniversary. By that time I might be done with college, and Lucy plans to have a fellowship at Oxford or Cambridge. So we'll just pop across the channel for a quick visit, and once more drink rootbeer and eat apples. Hurrah for the Battle of Agincourt!
I learned last night, to my surprise, that the battle took place in France, not in England. It is the subject of numerous plays, namely Henry V (Shakespeare). It was a battle between England and France. In the Laurence Olivier version of Henry V they all have extremely funny haircuts. It's quite a bloody battle, with the bloody french prince portrayed as a rotten coward. He rode around killing pages and then ran away.
It is thanks to Lucy that I know about this crucial battle. She threw a Battle of Agincourt anniversary party, and we're planning on going to Agincourt for the 600th anniversary. By that time I might be done with college, and Lucy plans to have a fellowship at Oxford or Cambridge. So we'll just pop across the channel for a quick visit, and once more drink rootbeer and eat apples. Hurrah for the Battle of Agincourt!
Theatre Major
Those of you who know me realize that I enjoy frolicking. Those of you who know me at college know that it's my latest hobby. Shannon is one of those wonderful people who shares my enjoyment of frolicking. We frolic during breaks in art class, we frolic to art class, and we frolic with Kelsey to get pizza in the middle of the night. One day, (In a land far far away - otherwise known as Climenhaga) we were frolicking down to First Year Seminar, where we would write about the faculty art exhibit. We were very happily frolicking, with Kaitlin and Chad laughing at us in the background, when a fellow art major approached.
Now, I don't know all the art majors. I have however, seen this particular art major's self-portraits littering one of the studios. So I was familiar with her face - having nothing else to look at when I didn't want to work. And even self-portraits are more interesting than the floor.
This art major (name as yet unknown) took one look at us frolicking, and muttered "Theatre majors!" as she walked past. Shannon and I promptly stopped frolicking and started howling with laughter. Theatre majors are notorious for being crazy, giddy, and immediately recognizable by their flamboyant nature.
Me, flamboyant? Never!
And we're not theatre majors! Shannon is a formerly-art-major-turned-Christian Ministry major! I'm an art major! Kaitlin, walking behind us with Chad and laughing, is a Theatre major! Yet somehow she escaped this scathing criticism of our behavior.
Since when has frolicking become a pasttime solely for theatre majors? Can we not reclaim our native joy, and frolic in the sun without being mistaken for actors?! Ah, the injustice of the world!
Well, if they're the only ones who can frolic, then I'm going to become a theatre major and do frolicking justice.
Now, I don't know all the art majors. I have however, seen this particular art major's self-portraits littering one of the studios. So I was familiar with her face - having nothing else to look at when I didn't want to work. And even self-portraits are more interesting than the floor.
This art major (name as yet unknown) took one look at us frolicking, and muttered "Theatre majors!" as she walked past. Shannon and I promptly stopped frolicking and started howling with laughter. Theatre majors are notorious for being crazy, giddy, and immediately recognizable by their flamboyant nature.
Me, flamboyant? Never!
And we're not theatre majors! Shannon is a formerly-art-major-turned-Christian Ministry major! I'm an art major! Kaitlin, walking behind us with Chad and laughing, is a Theatre major! Yet somehow she escaped this scathing criticism of our behavior.
Since when has frolicking become a pasttime solely for theatre majors? Can we not reclaim our native joy, and frolic in the sun without being mistaken for actors?! Ah, the injustice of the world!
Well, if they're the only ones who can frolic, then I'm going to become a theatre major and do frolicking justice.
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Prior to college I had absolutely no idea what a blog was. However, it seems a form of communication particularly suited to my current situation. I detest mass e-mails, but still want to stay in touch, so an alternative was in order. Welcome, stay a while, read some entries, catch up on my life. It's been a definite adventure the past few months.
Prior to college I had absolutely no idea what a blog was. However, it seems a form of communication particularly suited to my current situation. I detest mass e-mails, but still want to stay in touch, so an alternative was in order. Welcome, stay a while, read some entries, catch up on my life. It's been a definite adventure the past few months.
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