Yeah, I totally stole this from someone else's blog, but it's absolutely hilarious. For those of you who don't know, livejournals are particularly melodramatic kinds of blogs. What do you think, appropriate?
My Live Journal is annoying because:
I post weird poetic stuff no one understands.
why is YOUR livejournal annoying?
brought to you by Quizilla
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Funny story: we're in Lottie last night, right? Eating dinner as always, and a bunch of pirates, vikings, and ninjas run through. They're yelling, screaming, video taping, stealing ice cream cones (and, I heard, a whole tub of ice cream), and 'kidnapping' some girls. They carried glass bottles of, I suspect, Jones' soda, and continued their random yelling, and suddenly, on some unkown signal, they all rushed out of Lottie. I have to say, it was absolutely hilarious.
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In other news: Hitchiker's Guide comes out today! I so want to go see it! I'll probably have to wait until it comes out on video or DVD or something though. Maybe, some day, they'll bring it to Messiah. If so, Liz is working on getting a bunch of people together to sleep outside Parmer Cinema and wear Star Trek outfits. Now that would be fun. I'd want a bunch, and I mean a bunch of pictures, black, white, sepia, and of course glorious color. I want to work on my photography skills - particularly candid. I tend to stop and think about it way too much, and with people, especially groups, that doesn't work. I don't have that miraculous talent of just clicking and poof! it turns out miraculously beautiful. But I'm gonna work on that.
Wow, that was a tangent off the subject of Hitchiker's Guide, which I hope will totally rock my socks off! Douglas Adams was a genius, albeit a gallows humor genius, and I hope he doesn't end up turning over in his grave. Good night all! And good luck with the homework this weekend!
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Newsflash! Mackenzie fixed the wiring on her lamp! It now turns on! Hallelujah!
Friday, April 29, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Wishes
If wishes were... fishes? kisses? There's a song that begins something like that, and I'm sure that if I knew the words it would turn out to be perfectly applicable to this post.
I've been thinking a lot lately (well, I always do, no matter how hard I try to stop) about what I want to do after I graduate from college, and about what I want to accomplish in college. You've all heard my plan to go on to grad school and try and be a professor. Well, I've been thinking that, if that doesn't work out, it would be awesome to run a gallery of some sort. Not sure if I'm the sort of person who could handle the stress and responsibility of running my own business, but at the same time, I think it would totally rock my socks off. I would absolutely hire someone to deal with the numbers and forms and stuff. I think talking with artists and scouting for their work and being around good art all the time would be cool. And it would totally rock if I could find someone I get along with to work with me. I'm not sure that I would wish such a risk on any of my good friends, but hey, as long as I get along with whoever-it-is at work, who cares if we're friends or not outside of that? It would rock my socks off if I could get an internship or something sometime in college at a gallery and find out what it's like.
I was also thinking of my senior projects. I have to take part in a senior show, obviously, but I have to do something extra for honors I think, although I'm not sure about that. Whatever I do has to be 'grad school level' according to the forms. What I would totally love to do? The senior art show, plus write, compile, edit, and try to publish book of poetry/prose pulled from my four years at Messiah. I couldn't write an entire book in my senior year I don't think, but if I could draw on the past four years for material and just focus especially on senior year, I think it could be done. Both at once? I dunno. But it would be cool to give it a shot.
No, I'm not ambitious at all. It's not like I have dreams or goals or anything, and it's definitely not like I feel I need to prove to myself that I can do what I set out to do by setting ridiculously high ones. We all know that I'm much more down-to-earth than all of that.
I was also thinking that I'd love to be on the Minnemingo Review staff, specifically editing it, and I'd love to be an organizing part of the art league (they're really slow about organizing and publicizing things, and I think it could be run so much better). I'd like to help organize the service trips. I'd love to be on the photography staff of both the Swinging Bridge and the Clarion. I want to help in the gallery - help hang stuff, see how all of that is administered, and how they choose who's going to exhibit, and why, and all the wheels and cogs behind all of it. I'd love to organize a sort of 'pinch penny press' thing here at Messiah, and somehow get more forums in which student writing can be heard, and student art can be seen. I mean, we have a student publication, right? Why not a student run art exhibit somewhere?
Yeah.... I have no plans whatsoever. I just don't know what I'll do during my four years at Messiah. You'll all have to send me ideas and suggestions so I don't get bored with my life. I tend to get bored so often. = D
I've been thinking a lot lately (well, I always do, no matter how hard I try to stop) about what I want to do after I graduate from college, and about what I want to accomplish in college. You've all heard my plan to go on to grad school and try and be a professor. Well, I've been thinking that, if that doesn't work out, it would be awesome to run a gallery of some sort. Not sure if I'm the sort of person who could handle the stress and responsibility of running my own business, but at the same time, I think it would totally rock my socks off. I would absolutely hire someone to deal with the numbers and forms and stuff. I think talking with artists and scouting for their work and being around good art all the time would be cool. And it would totally rock if I could find someone I get along with to work with me. I'm not sure that I would wish such a risk on any of my good friends, but hey, as long as I get along with whoever-it-is at work, who cares if we're friends or not outside of that? It would rock my socks off if I could get an internship or something sometime in college at a gallery and find out what it's like.
I was also thinking of my senior projects. I have to take part in a senior show, obviously, but I have to do something extra for honors I think, although I'm not sure about that. Whatever I do has to be 'grad school level' according to the forms. What I would totally love to do? The senior art show, plus write, compile, edit, and try to publish book of poetry/prose pulled from my four years at Messiah. I couldn't write an entire book in my senior year I don't think, but if I could draw on the past four years for material and just focus especially on senior year, I think it could be done. Both at once? I dunno. But it would be cool to give it a shot.
No, I'm not ambitious at all. It's not like I have dreams or goals or anything, and it's definitely not like I feel I need to prove to myself that I can do what I set out to do by setting ridiculously high ones. We all know that I'm much more down-to-earth than all of that.
I was also thinking that I'd love to be on the Minnemingo Review staff, specifically editing it, and I'd love to be an organizing part of the art league (they're really slow about organizing and publicizing things, and I think it could be run so much better). I'd like to help organize the service trips. I'd love to be on the photography staff of both the Swinging Bridge and the Clarion. I want to help in the gallery - help hang stuff, see how all of that is administered, and how they choose who's going to exhibit, and why, and all the wheels and cogs behind all of it. I'd love to organize a sort of 'pinch penny press' thing here at Messiah, and somehow get more forums in which student writing can be heard, and student art can be seen. I mean, we have a student publication, right? Why not a student run art exhibit somewhere?
Yeah.... I have no plans whatsoever. I just don't know what I'll do during my four years at Messiah. You'll all have to send me ideas and suggestions so I don't get bored with my life. I tend to get bored so often. = D
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Idiot-Proof
It never fails. I post before work, and then I have more to say. I wish I could come up with an idiot-proof time to post. If I post too early, I end up not getting to say everything. If I post too late, I end up sounding depressed.
Mostly, I just wanted to post this quote:
"...and Caesar wasn't a vegetarian!"
[no offense to my vegetarian friends]
And I also wanted to post this, and say that, although I love it when all the ranges are represented (like in the chamber singers, whom I totally loved), I greatly enjoyed the women's ensemble concert.
[those of you who hate lyrics, at least without music, or the excessive repetition of the word snow, you'd better skip ahead here.]
O snow, which sinks so light,
Brown earth is hid from sight
O soul, be thou as white as snow,
O snow, which falls so slow,
Dear earth quite warm below;
O heart, so keep thy glow
Beneath the snow.
O snow, in they soft grave
Sad flow'rs the winter brave;
O heart, so sooth and save, as does the snow.
The snow must melt, must go,
Fast, fast as water flow.
Not thus, my soul, O snow
They gifts to fade like snow.
O snow, thou'rt white no more,
Thy sparkling too, is o'er;
O soul, be as before,
Was bright the snow.
Then as teh snow all pure,
O heart be, but endure;
Through all the years full sure,
Not as the snow.
Also somethin' I been thinkin' of since today... the words just stuck in my head.
2 He grew up before him like a tender shoot,
and like a root out of dry ground.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
3 He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.
Like one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Mostly, I just wanted to post this quote:
"...and Caesar wasn't a vegetarian!"
[no offense to my vegetarian friends]
And I also wanted to post this, and say that, although I love it when all the ranges are represented (like in the chamber singers, whom I totally loved), I greatly enjoyed the women's ensemble concert.
[those of you who hate lyrics, at least without music, or the excessive repetition of the word snow, you'd better skip ahead here.]
O snow, which sinks so light,
Brown earth is hid from sight
O soul, be thou as white as snow,
O snow, which falls so slow,
Dear earth quite warm below;
O heart, so keep thy glow
Beneath the snow.
O snow, in they soft grave
Sad flow'rs the winter brave;
O heart, so sooth and save, as does the snow.
The snow must melt, must go,
Fast, fast as water flow.
Not thus, my soul, O snow
They gifts to fade like snow.
O snow, thou'rt white no more,
Thy sparkling too, is o'er;
O soul, be as before,
Was bright the snow.
Then as teh snow all pure,
O heart be, but endure;
Through all the years full sure,
Not as the snow.
Also somethin' I been thinkin' of since today... the words just stuck in my head.
2 He grew up before him like a tender shoot,
and like a root out of dry ground.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
3 He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.
Like one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Out-Nerded
At dinner tonight, all was going pretty much as usual. Andrew and Matt were arguing about Star Wars things, Liz and Sharon and Michael and I were talking about relatively normal things. I think I was watching the other people at some other table tossing an apple studded with silverware back and forth. Matt and Andrew progress to the subject of the yuuzhan vong and how they're not susceptible to the force, which they thought was dumb, and suddenly, involuntarily, I found myself turning toward them and saying, "Well, actually, they later discover that they're susceptible to the force, just not in any spectrum currently 'visible' to the Jedi."
Yes. I let it slip. My guilty secret has come out. I've read practically every star wars book in existence - at least as of 2002.
Andrew and Matt just sort of stared. "She just out-nerded us!" said Andrew, in sheer shock and disbelief. I don't blame you for being surprised guys. I was kind of surprised myself. Like true star wars geeks (or did you decide you were nerds?) they couldn't quite decide what to ask about first - the plot, or how I knew the plot. They eventually got around to asking both.
I have to admit though, I kind of liked surprising them. It was a good feeling to think that after a school year of acquaintance, I still can spring one on them occaisionally. Even if it is something that, given my amount of knowledge, would technically be classified as nerd-y.
Yes. I let it slip. My guilty secret has come out. I've read practically every star wars book in existence - at least as of 2002.
Andrew and Matt just sort of stared. "She just out-nerded us!" said Andrew, in sheer shock and disbelief. I don't blame you for being surprised guys. I was kind of surprised myself. Like true star wars geeks (or did you decide you were nerds?) they couldn't quite decide what to ask about first - the plot, or how I knew the plot. They eventually got around to asking both.
I have to admit though, I kind of liked surprising them. It was a good feeling to think that after a school year of acquaintance, I still can spring one on them occaisionally. Even if it is something that, given my amount of knowledge, would technically be classified as nerd-y.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Showdown
I decided that I'm done with my identity crisis. Or at least that I'll be ignoring it with a vengeance for the next couple of weeks. My identity crisis is ridiculous. I can't believe I've spent so much time obsessing about it lately, and I really don't have any more time to spend obsessing over it in the next couple weeks. So it's done, by royal decree from (Qu-ing) Mackenzie. I intend to put spend my last few days at Messiah thinking of much more productive things.
Like showdowns. Between professors. I want, more than anything, to get Dr. Miller to sit in on one of Dr. Downing's chapel lectures (or vice versa), and then to see them face off. Dr. Miller has this wonderful common sensical, down-to-earth approach to the Bible. Dr. Downing has this incredibly pie-in-the-sky, how-can-I-use-this-to-support-my-point, deconstructionist, death of the author appraoch to the Bible (um... and everything else, come to think of it). Basically, her approach to the Bible is everything Dr. Miller is telling us never to do: read into it our prejudices, read it out of historical and cultural context, and take it out of its literary context, as a connected whole, with all the verses related to one another, and ignore authorial intent. I keep wondering who would win? The English department's postmodern poster child? Or the Habakkuk Inquisitor (and by that I mean he put on the pressure during our Habakkuk presentation)?
Dr. Downing is armed with a formidably large vocabulary (larger than most dictionaries I know), is loved by all and sundry, especially the honors program, and favors deconstructing everything and extracting meaning from the smallest bits possible, so that by the time she's done I have completely forgotten what the oroginal point of the material was, or her original point in deconstructing it (or else I wasn't paying very good attention, which could also be the case).
Dr. Miller, as I've said, is big on common sense and the big picture. What's happening as a whole? Tone? Authorial intent? In its context? Ok, you got that? Now go in for details. What's the eternal relevance?
They're both intelligent, they both have PhD's. They're both extremely passionate. Both, I suspect, can raise their voices very loud. Dr. Downing, I have a feeling, would perceive any attack on her theological hermeneutics as an attack against herself. Dr. Miller would perceive an attack on his theological hermeneutics (depending on what subject and which passage) as an attack on the Holy Spirit, or God, or something. Or reason. He's kinda big on reason.
Which would win? Pie-in-the-sky or common sense? I think it would be fascinating to watch.
You've probably notice, in and among my musings, my slight bias against Dr. Downing. I'm not sure why I liked her so much in my interview and am so irritated by her now. Is it her mangling of the Bible in chapel? Is it her emphasis on the situatedness and individuality of belief propagated by the postmodern view? Is it her extremely large vocabulary? (Heteroglossia? What?!) Is it simply a personality thing? Is it merely my natural perverseness (and by that I don't mean perversion) coming out, and demanding that since nearly everyone else (not you Andrew, I know.) professes to love her, I need to dislike her? Is it because this whole postmodern thing has me completely flummoxed, and, since she is the postmodern poster child, I feel threatened by her? I wonder.
And I will leave you to wonder too. Wonder, with all the might of your tiny human brains (which are probably larger than mine.... but then, I can't figure out what's wrong with me either).
*warning, strange mental image ahead*
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Red promo poster with large letters:
COME SEE THE SHOWDOWN BETWEEN
THE POSTMODERN POSTER CHILD
AND THE HABAKKUK INQUISITOR!!!
Tonight, at 7:30, in Miller Auditorium!
Tickets are $7 for students and $15 for adults!
Don't miss this historic one-time event!
*image at bottom of poster consists of Dr. Downing in her leather pants and strangely curled hair wearing a boxing robe and gloves, facing Dr. Miller with a sumo wrestler's haircut and a boxing robe*
Like showdowns. Between professors. I want, more than anything, to get Dr. Miller to sit in on one of Dr. Downing's chapel lectures (or vice versa), and then to see them face off. Dr. Miller has this wonderful common sensical, down-to-earth approach to the Bible. Dr. Downing has this incredibly pie-in-the-sky, how-can-I-use-this-to-support-my-point, deconstructionist, death of the author appraoch to the Bible (um... and everything else, come to think of it). Basically, her approach to the Bible is everything Dr. Miller is telling us never to do: read into it our prejudices, read it out of historical and cultural context, and take it out of its literary context, as a connected whole, with all the verses related to one another, and ignore authorial intent. I keep wondering who would win? The English department's postmodern poster child? Or the Habakkuk Inquisitor (and by that I mean he put on the pressure during our Habakkuk presentation)?
Dr. Downing is armed with a formidably large vocabulary (larger than most dictionaries I know), is loved by all and sundry, especially the honors program, and favors deconstructing everything and extracting meaning from the smallest bits possible, so that by the time she's done I have completely forgotten what the oroginal point of the material was, or her original point in deconstructing it (or else I wasn't paying very good attention, which could also be the case).
Dr. Miller, as I've said, is big on common sense and the big picture. What's happening as a whole? Tone? Authorial intent? In its context? Ok, you got that? Now go in for details. What's the eternal relevance?
They're both intelligent, they both have PhD's. They're both extremely passionate. Both, I suspect, can raise their voices very loud. Dr. Downing, I have a feeling, would perceive any attack on her theological hermeneutics as an attack against herself. Dr. Miller would perceive an attack on his theological hermeneutics (depending on what subject and which passage) as an attack on the Holy Spirit, or God, or something. Or reason. He's kinda big on reason.
Which would win? Pie-in-the-sky or common sense? I think it would be fascinating to watch.
You've probably notice, in and among my musings, my slight bias against Dr. Downing. I'm not sure why I liked her so much in my interview and am so irritated by her now. Is it her mangling of the Bible in chapel? Is it her emphasis on the situatedness and individuality of belief propagated by the postmodern view? Is it her extremely large vocabulary? (Heteroglossia? What?!) Is it simply a personality thing? Is it merely my natural perverseness (and by that I don't mean perversion) coming out, and demanding that since nearly everyone else (not you Andrew, I know.) professes to love her, I need to dislike her? Is it because this whole postmodern thing has me completely flummoxed, and, since she is the postmodern poster child, I feel threatened by her? I wonder.
And I will leave you to wonder too. Wonder, with all the might of your tiny human brains (which are probably larger than mine.... but then, I can't figure out what's wrong with me either).
*warning, strange mental image ahead*
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Red promo poster with large letters:
COME SEE THE SHOWDOWN BETWEEN
THE POSTMODERN POSTER CHILD
AND THE HABAKKUK INQUISITOR!!!
Tonight, at 7:30, in Miller Auditorium!
Tickets are $7 for students and $15 for adults!
Don't miss this historic one-time event!
*image at bottom of poster consists of Dr. Downing in her leather pants and strangely curled hair wearing a boxing robe and gloves, facing Dr. Miller with a sumo wrestler's haircut and a boxing robe*
Monday, April 25, 2005
Thinkin's
For some reason, even when I'm sick, I find chill weather exhilarating. I mean, yay sunny weather and all that, but honestly something about flowers against a cold grey sky makes me happy in a way that flowers against a perfect blue sky rarely does. Rain, even when I'm sick, is more beautiful than the prototypical spring weather. When we had our thunderstorms, I really just wanted to grab my camera, my umbrella, and start taking rainy pictures. Or take off my shoes and dance in the rain. I didn't, of course, knowing that my cold would probably worsen as a result, but the urge was definitely there. Thunder? Amazing. Lightning? Beautiful. Sheets of rain? Bring it on. Chill? Why not? That is, as long as it doesn't hit below freezing. Even with a stuffed nose, I can smell rain, and it makes me happy.
Question: Can no meaning be drawn from instabilities and contradictions, as Dr. Michael said? Are ambiguities not revealing? Is incoherence really telling us nothing?
And why, suddenly, was I reduced to tears at the thought that Christ gives us the strength we need when we need it? Why, today, out of the blue, did the thought of Christ's humanity make me want to cry?
Things I been thinkin' of:
I hold onto my past categorizations too much: "Mennonite," "Midwesterner," "homeschooler," "not southern." All of them described me in the past. I haven't been a Mennonite for 9 years. Anabaptist, yes. Pacifist, yes. Mennonite? Why am I so insistent that I grew up in a Mennonite culture? Did I really? Do I have any right to claim any of those titles? Am I even really a northerner any more? Do I have a right to claim southern knowledge? I lived there for four years, almost five now I suppose, but I honestly don't understand them any better than I did when I got there. Do I have a right to claim nonconformism? Or what about conformity? With what then do I conform? Is there any such thing as conformity or nonconformity? Child - am I? Adult - not quite? Middle-class? Well-off? Oldest child? Dysfunctional? Girl? Or woman? Honest? Christian? Bookworm? Poet? Artist? Have I earned any titles thus far? Have I outgrown any? Shy? Or socialite? Words that I used to define myself by are either inapplicable or are coming under fire. Martin. Horst. If I'm not Mennonite, does it matter that my family is? Do I still identify with them as strongly as I once did? Thelma and Rufus' granddaughter, George and Beulah's granddaughter, Lita and Kent's daughter, Tammy's cousin - am I still defined in large part by my family relationships? I'm not a homeschooler anymore - I'm not a Bible quizzer anymore. I'm not a swimmer. I'm not a violinist. I'm suddenly an overacheiver - but am I really? Or am I simply trying to distinguish myself with that title - or any title - because I have a gnawing fear of normality and anonymity?
I think too much.
I want to go home and just be, and not have to deal with any of these questions about what I am and what I want to be and what I used to be and will I ever be an artist or a poet or how do you earn those titles and who am I and what do I want to be.... And repeating myself like a broken record all day every day. I want to go home, where postmodernism has not yet confused everyone's thought processes.
So.... Yes, I suppose I am having a sort of mini-identity crisis, and have been for the past two or three weeks. But I'm not sure why. It's almost the end of the year, I'm doing fine in my classes, I'm working hard, everything's going OK (except that I'm sick).... I really shouldn't be having an identity crisis. I feel like I should slap myself and snap out of it, but I've always been a little averse to pain. I haven't really had any sort of ideological or theological crises so far, just identity crises. I wonder why that is?
It's weird how much I like and respect people who are their own explanations and adjectives, and here I am, unable to define myself as easily as before, and I'm terrified. The hopeful part of me is thinking, hey, maybe you're becoming one of those tautological people. The bitter part of me is thinking, oh great, what next, do I become invisible?
I apologize for the... strange and bizarre nature of this post. But it's been wanting to come out for a while, and I suddenly had the words. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming. Which would be... discussions of zombie apocalypses at dinner and our plans of responding by holing up in Wal-mart, apparently. = D
Pish. Identity crises. Who needs 'em?
Question: Can no meaning be drawn from instabilities and contradictions, as Dr. Michael said? Are ambiguities not revealing? Is incoherence really telling us nothing?
And why, suddenly, was I reduced to tears at the thought that Christ gives us the strength we need when we need it? Why, today, out of the blue, did the thought of Christ's humanity make me want to cry?
Things I been thinkin' of:
I hold onto my past categorizations too much: "Mennonite," "Midwesterner," "homeschooler," "not southern." All of them described me in the past. I haven't been a Mennonite for 9 years. Anabaptist, yes. Pacifist, yes. Mennonite? Why am I so insistent that I grew up in a Mennonite culture? Did I really? Do I have any right to claim any of those titles? Am I even really a northerner any more? Do I have a right to claim southern knowledge? I lived there for four years, almost five now I suppose, but I honestly don't understand them any better than I did when I got there. Do I have a right to claim nonconformism? Or what about conformity? With what then do I conform? Is there any such thing as conformity or nonconformity? Child - am I? Adult - not quite? Middle-class? Well-off? Oldest child? Dysfunctional? Girl? Or woman? Honest? Christian? Bookworm? Poet? Artist? Have I earned any titles thus far? Have I outgrown any? Shy? Or socialite? Words that I used to define myself by are either inapplicable or are coming under fire. Martin. Horst. If I'm not Mennonite, does it matter that my family is? Do I still identify with them as strongly as I once did? Thelma and Rufus' granddaughter, George and Beulah's granddaughter, Lita and Kent's daughter, Tammy's cousin - am I still defined in large part by my family relationships? I'm not a homeschooler anymore - I'm not a Bible quizzer anymore. I'm not a swimmer. I'm not a violinist. I'm suddenly an overacheiver - but am I really? Or am I simply trying to distinguish myself with that title - or any title - because I have a gnawing fear of normality and anonymity?
I think too much.
I want to go home and just be, and not have to deal with any of these questions about what I am and what I want to be and what I used to be and will I ever be an artist or a poet or how do you earn those titles and who am I and what do I want to be.... And repeating myself like a broken record all day every day. I want to go home, where postmodernism has not yet confused everyone's thought processes.
So.... Yes, I suppose I am having a sort of mini-identity crisis, and have been for the past two or three weeks. But I'm not sure why. It's almost the end of the year, I'm doing fine in my classes, I'm working hard, everything's going OK (except that I'm sick).... I really shouldn't be having an identity crisis. I feel like I should slap myself and snap out of it, but I've always been a little averse to pain. I haven't really had any sort of ideological or theological crises so far, just identity crises. I wonder why that is?
It's weird how much I like and respect people who are their own explanations and adjectives, and here I am, unable to define myself as easily as before, and I'm terrified. The hopeful part of me is thinking, hey, maybe you're becoming one of those tautological people. The bitter part of me is thinking, oh great, what next, do I become invisible?
I apologize for the... strange and bizarre nature of this post. But it's been wanting to come out for a while, and I suddenly had the words. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming. Which would be... discussions of zombie apocalypses at dinner and our plans of responding by holing up in Wal-mart, apparently. = D
Pish. Identity crises. Who needs 'em?
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Spring Fling Pictures
Just look at us lovely ladies.... The Spring Fling was a lot of fun. I actually didn't feel all that stupid, and there was a huge group of us being awkward together, so we actually looked like we had a purpose. No, I can't dance, but face it, it's Jesus college and practically no one else can dance either. I had a sore throat, but didn't actually feel really sick until yesterday. I probably exposed everyone to my germs - sorry guys! I'm definitely sick right now. I think I feel a little better than yesterday though. So, in order to see all the gorgeous Spring Fling pictures, click on the photo above, and it'll take you to my 'photo stream' (whatever that is exactly) and you can browse among them to your heart's content. A few of them didn't load all the way, and I've tried to fix that, but it didn't quite work (Just call me computer illiterate). So, once again, enjoy the hilarity, and be excellent to each other!
Friday, April 22, 2005
No!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm getting sick.... I can't be sick right now.... I have two papers and a project due next week.... I have spring fling tonight.... I have a philly trip tomorrow! I can't be sick! I have too much to do!
...I'm sick.
So.... Please pray for me, because I have a lot to do, and I can't waste any time laying around. If it turns out to be mono, I'm totally going to die. I haven't been sleeping abnormal amounts of time though, so I don't think it is.
...I'm sick.
So.... Please pray for me, because I have a lot to do, and I can't waste any time laying around. If it turns out to be mono, I'm totally going to die. I haven't been sleeping abnormal amounts of time though, so I don't think it is.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Conformity
Yes, I've decided that I'm really a conformist at heart. Otherwise why would I be so pleased when people tell me I'm unique and special? In the spirit of my newly discovered conformity, I post the following:
Ask me 3 questions.
Any 3, no matter what sort, and I have to answer them honestly. Otherwise I'll be struck down by lighting or something.
In turn, you have to post this message in your own blog (waived if you have none), and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you. The penalty for noncompliance remains the same - a great and terrible fate, entirely unmentionable.
"Ask me the questions bridgekeeper, I am not afraid!"
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And now that that's over with, here I am, telling you about my day yesterday. It was good. Very good. Hymn sing was nice, sitting on lawn was nice, even work wasn't so bad, because when I went, I discovered that I don't have to work tonight.
Yes people, I confess. It's service day at Messiah. We get the whole day off, and I don't even have to go in to work this evening, and guess what? I'm doing nothing. Yes, that's right, absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing service-y that is. I'm writing my FSM paper, compiling my anthropology and history vocabulary banks, and reading for my life fitness exam. Other than that, absolutely nothing. So you see why I don't exactly feel guilty for doing nothing. I'm really doing a whole lot - just not what I'm supposed to be doing. Perhaps the worst part of it? I don't even feel guilty. Yes, that's right. I don't even feel guilty for depriving someone somewhere of my half-hearted lip-service service. Aren't I a terrible person? Ah well. I'd rather be honest and get my homework done than conform to a stupid idea propagated by the institution and lie.
Ask me 3 questions.
Any 3, no matter what sort, and I have to answer them honestly. Otherwise I'll be struck down by lighting or something.
In turn, you have to post this message in your own blog (waived if you have none), and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you. The penalty for noncompliance remains the same - a great and terrible fate, entirely unmentionable.
"Ask me the questions bridgekeeper, I am not afraid!"
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And now that that's over with, here I am, telling you about my day yesterday. It was good. Very good. Hymn sing was nice, sitting on lawn was nice, even work wasn't so bad, because when I went, I discovered that I don't have to work tonight.
Yes people, I confess. It's service day at Messiah. We get the whole day off, and I don't even have to go in to work this evening, and guess what? I'm doing nothing. Yes, that's right, absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing service-y that is. I'm writing my FSM paper, compiling my anthropology and history vocabulary banks, and reading for my life fitness exam. Other than that, absolutely nothing. So you see why I don't exactly feel guilty for doing nothing. I'm really doing a whole lot - just not what I'm supposed to be doing. Perhaps the worst part of it? I don't even feel guilty. Yes, that's right. I don't even feel guilty for depriving someone somewhere of my half-hearted lip-service service. Aren't I a terrible person? Ah well. I'd rather be honest and get my homework done than conform to a stupid idea propagated by the institution and lie.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Thunderstorm Smells
Thank you, Calvin and Hobbes.
Calvin: "Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless."
Have you ever heard a truer sentiment? Or how about this one? (They're playing with clay)
Hobbes: "There! I made a tiger."
Calvin: "That's no good. Who's going to buy something like that?! It's subtle! It's boring! It's incomprehensible! How will this ever appeal to the lowest common denominator?! It's completely unadapatable to merchandising tie-ins!"
Hobbes: "Who cares? I just wanted to make it."
Calvin: "WHAT?! Is this some snobby, elitist, aesthetic thing?!?"
Needless to say, that is now the background for my computer screen. Ah yes, those snobby, elitist, aesthetic things. Otherwise known as art....
Today's a good day. I like today. It smells like a thunderstorm. I'd love a thunderstorm. That would be totally cool. Yep... Today was good. Basically done with my history paper, and had no quiz in anthropology today. Food, sleep, music, writing, thinking, listening, talking, all those things have been present in sufficient quantities today. ...Except maybe the sleep bit. Tonight I'm going to a poetry reading, the last in the series, so that should be cool.
I'm totally flipping out at the thought school is so close to done. This week isn't even a full week because of service day. Next week is the last full week of school. Then comes Monday, Tuesday, Reading Day, and exams. After which comes home for a couple days, Jenn's for a couple weeks, then back home again to start work. Yes indeed, this year has flown by, and it looks like it'll only get faster.
You know what? I'm going to go take a nap before dinner. I can do that, because I don't have a lot of work to do. Yes, I think that's an excellent idea.
Calvin: "Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless."
Have you ever heard a truer sentiment? Or how about this one? (They're playing with clay)
Hobbes: "There! I made a tiger."
Calvin: "That's no good. Who's going to buy something like that?! It's subtle! It's boring! It's incomprehensible! How will this ever appeal to the lowest common denominator?! It's completely unadapatable to merchandising tie-ins!"
Hobbes: "Who cares? I just wanted to make it."
Calvin: "WHAT?! Is this some snobby, elitist, aesthetic thing?!?"
Needless to say, that is now the background for my computer screen. Ah yes, those snobby, elitist, aesthetic things. Otherwise known as art....
Today's a good day. I like today. It smells like a thunderstorm. I'd love a thunderstorm. That would be totally cool. Yep... Today was good. Basically done with my history paper, and had no quiz in anthropology today. Food, sleep, music, writing, thinking, listening, talking, all those things have been present in sufficient quantities today. ...Except maybe the sleep bit. Tonight I'm going to a poetry reading, the last in the series, so that should be cool.
I'm totally flipping out at the thought school is so close to done. This week isn't even a full week because of service day. Next week is the last full week of school. Then comes Monday, Tuesday, Reading Day, and exams. After which comes home for a couple days, Jenn's for a couple weeks, then back home again to start work. Yes indeed, this year has flown by, and it looks like it'll only get faster.
You know what? I'm going to go take a nap before dinner. I can do that, because I don't have a lot of work to do. Yes, I think that's an excellent idea.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Ah, Release
In case any of you are wondering, my internet is being a jerkface at the moment, which is why I'm never online anymore. You may not have been interested at all, who knows? But I thought it might be courteous to alert anyone who I might actually talk to online.
GOOD DAY TODAY! I was feeling rather uncharitable towards my advisor for not informing me that I needed a registration number for Color & Design, but this morning as soon as he got into the office and found my messages he contacted the professor of the class (who apprently dispenses the PIN numbers) and that professor sent me an e-mail containing the PIN number, so I actually got the number before 10:30 this morning, and consequently skipped out on the first half of my history lecture in order to go quick register with it before something else went wrong. So, I'm carrying a full load of credits next semester, and could get into all the ones I wanted except one, which really isn't a bad average. Much better than last semester.
So, registration nightmares are over, I have a job for the summer, my room is clean (I know - amazing. I just couldn't stand the clutter any more though. I was up till 1 am last night cleaning. How weird is that?), the Habakkuk paper is pretty much finished (just needs to be fleshed out a teeny bit more) and I'm pretty sure we're on track with that whole thing (thanks to several Q&A sessions with Dr. Miller), I have the rough draft of my history paper, and all my reading for tomorrow is done. Yeah. I feel on-track and ready to go.
Julia Kasdorf came and did a poetry reading here a couple weeks, which I think I posted about earlier. Since April is National Poetry Month or something, the bookstore has a ton of poetry books in there, including two of her books. So.... Being the weak-willed poetry-loving person that I am, I got one. It's called "Sleeping Preacher," and I haven't read the whole thing yet (I'm savoring all of them like good food, and internalizing them as I go) but I like what I have read a whole lot. It's all about transitions, and focuses a lot on the transitions between life and death. I guess it might be morbid. There's a lot about marriages and deaths at any rate.
Tonight Lucy hosted us for a Roman meal. Her Latin class did a banquet thing at her professor's house and since they had leftovers, Lucy recruited us to help finish them. ... Of course we were totally reluctant to eat any good Roman food. = D
Alright then. I'm off to work some more on my history paper, and possibly read something fun a little later. I don't want to go to work, but it does help pay for life so.... Well, first things first. Tata all!
GOOD DAY TODAY! I was feeling rather uncharitable towards my advisor for not informing me that I needed a registration number for Color & Design, but this morning as soon as he got into the office and found my messages he contacted the professor of the class (who apprently dispenses the PIN numbers) and that professor sent me an e-mail containing the PIN number, so I actually got the number before 10:30 this morning, and consequently skipped out on the first half of my history lecture in order to go quick register with it before something else went wrong. So, I'm carrying a full load of credits next semester, and could get into all the ones I wanted except one, which really isn't a bad average. Much better than last semester.
So, registration nightmares are over, I have a job for the summer, my room is clean (I know - amazing. I just couldn't stand the clutter any more though. I was up till 1 am last night cleaning. How weird is that?), the Habakkuk paper is pretty much finished (just needs to be fleshed out a teeny bit more) and I'm pretty sure we're on track with that whole thing (thanks to several Q&A sessions with Dr. Miller), I have the rough draft of my history paper, and all my reading for tomorrow is done. Yeah. I feel on-track and ready to go.
Julia Kasdorf came and did a poetry reading here a couple weeks, which I think I posted about earlier. Since April is National Poetry Month or something, the bookstore has a ton of poetry books in there, including two of her books. So.... Being the weak-willed poetry-loving person that I am, I got one. It's called "Sleeping Preacher," and I haven't read the whole thing yet (I'm savoring all of them like good food, and internalizing them as I go) but I like what I have read a whole lot. It's all about transitions, and focuses a lot on the transitions between life and death. I guess it might be morbid. There's a lot about marriages and deaths at any rate.
Tonight Lucy hosted us for a Roman meal. Her Latin class did a banquet thing at her professor's house and since they had leftovers, Lucy recruited us to help finish them. ... Of course we were totally reluctant to eat any good Roman food. = D
Alright then. I'm off to work some more on my history paper, and possibly read something fun a little later. I don't want to go to work, but it does help pay for life so.... Well, first things first. Tata all!
Sunday, April 17, 2005
If you're wearing slippers....
Liz and I were walking to the Union one night, and Liz had, for purely aesthetic reasons, neglected to put shoes on. She wore slippers instead. They're quite nice slippers, red and purple polka dotted fuzzy ones. She kept sort of shuffle-running, a result, so we guessed, of our mad dash across the road to avoid crazy college drivers. Liz just... hadn't stopped. And, as I kept laughing uncontrollably, she said, "I feel like if you're wearing slippers you should be running from something."
This, as you can well imagine, was an incredibly inspiring statement, which caused me to write the slightly insane bit of fiction I'm posting below. I could talk about the wonderful book of poetry I got yesterday, or the class of '45 alumni reunion, or sitting out in the sun, the dusk, and the downright dark with Liz and Lucy tonight, or even about my green apple Jones' soda, but instead you're getting fiction. Don't you feel lucky? Aww.... don't cry honey... it's not that scary....
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“I knew I shouldn’t have worn my slippers to the cafeteria,” Liz thought to herself. “I feel like if you’re wearing slippers you should be running from something.”
“Something,” in Liz’s case, happened to be a dragon. The school still had occasional problems with them, despite the janitorial wards. They were mostly harmless once they’d reached the age of four and had fully developed brains, but they made a mess, and the janitors objected. Still, every now and then a young one whose pain receptors weren’t fully developed would stumble onto the grounds and run amuck. No one understood why dragons’ brains took four years to finish developing after they were born, but what the science professors called “a fascinating phenomenon” managed to cause a lot of problems at the school.
Of course this dragon had chosen to interrupt breakfast, to Liz’s mind the only decent meal of the day, and overturn the yogurt bar, her favorite part of the meal. This, combined with the fact that it decided to fix on her as the yummiest target, put Liz in a very bad mood.
She kept running, cursing her pink and purple spotted slippers, so soft and comfortable at breakfast this morning, but so hard to run in. At least she’d worn her pajamas with her slippers, so she didn’t have those awkward robes to run in. The administration sternly discouraged students from wearing street clothes on campus, but who wants to wear academic robes all the time? Not Liz, that’s for sure. It wasn’t so much that she liked being a nonconformist - it was just easier to break the rules.
A growl behind her made Liz’s heart nearly stop, and she lamented to herself, “Why couldn’t it be one of the adventure or hero majors who got chased? They’re trained for this sort of thing!”
A branch hit her in the face and she nearly ran into a tree stump, but she managed to right herself in time and keep going toward the emergency cave. No one knew why they’d built it so far from the commons, but if you weren’t a very fast runner, the three hundred yards could very well kill you. Dragons averaged about 7 feet tall at maturity, and they covered ground fast. Even a young one could catch you, and could easily rip off an arm or leg. Or head.
“Don’t think about it,” she told herself, as her mind involuntarily supplied a picture of a gory severed head, then started mentally wailing again. “I’m just a music major! What’m I supposed to do, sing it away?!”
Suddenly Liz saw the opening she was looking for and slid inside, backing well away from the entrance. She hit the emergency gong (which would supposedly set in motion a chain of rescue, the exact mechanics of which no one had ever bothered to explain to the student body), and waited anxiously. After ten minutes or so she’d caught her breath, and was beginning to wonder if she should ring the gong again, or at least start working out in the near future - after all, you never knew when dragons would show up, and dragons had an uncomfortable habit of chasing the same people again and again. No one knew how they could tell if you’d been chased before, but they seemed to have an uncanny instinct for repeat victims.
For a long time she heard nothing but crashes and scrapings outside the cave. Then, finally, after she’d resigned herself to missing all her classes and being on the bad side of Professor Sekwa again, she heard voices. “Hey up Hey ya Move along there ” Mercifully soon after these absurd yells began, a janitor, clad in the traditional purple trousers of the profession, poked his head inside and indicated that she could come out. “Funny bunch, janitors,” thought Liz, somewhat ungratefully.
As Liz poked her head cautiously out of the cave, she saw a jumble of colors which made no sense to her beleaguered brain. As the scene continued to move, though, the scene righted itself before her eyes. A stand of trees just blossoming, whose beauty Liz had entirely failed to take in during her flight, several downed trees, the work of the dragon no doubt, and the backside of a dragon itself, ridden by the backside of a tall blue person - an elf, Liz realized - surrounded by a squad of purple-uniformed janitors, helping keep the dragon pointed off-campus.
“Where did they get an elf I wonder?” Liz wondered, as she tried to decide what color the dragon was, and how they managed to keep it from turning around and biting their heads off. Everyone knew elves were magical and rode dragons, but usually they avoided those with unformed brains. Even elves got injured when immature dragons made an appearance.
The dragon, Liz decided, was the color of mist. A unique color, even for a dragon. They all ranged close to white, but she’d never seen one of such fluctuating and indeterminate shade.
It fluctuated been grey and pure white - dark grey one minute, the next its scales glittered like an imperfect opal. The elf, as if sensing her confusion, turned back to give her a superior look. His skin had a blue cast to it, or perhaps, Liz decided as she looked longer, it was just a deeper shade of dusk than the dragon’s scales. His eyes were darker yet, a clear, deep grey, shielding an unfathomable mind. An unfathomable mind that was clearly laughing at her, or at something just behind her. Liz turned and saw the Dean of the School of Music approaching.
“Stuffed shirt,” she thought irreverently, wondering how soon he’d have a coronary. His complexion was, without doubt, the reddest she’d ever seen.
“That’ll be a fine for wearing street clothes,” he barked at her on his way to speak with the head janitor. “You’ll receive a notice in your mailbox within two days.”
“So much for being concerned about my welfare,” Liz muttered discontentedly to herself as she walked back toward the commons, kicking dispiritedly at the ill-fated stump which had nearly tripped her. “No yogurt, too much exercise, a fine, and late to Sekwa’s class. Can this day get any better?”
Immediately she regretted it, as the sky began to pour down rain. Within minutes she was soaked, and went squelching to her dorm room, complaining with a vengeance, “I knew I shouldn’t have worn slippers this morning.”
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Caveat Emptor: Liz is not lazy, ungrateful, unobservant, or a music major. She is, however, wittily irreverent. Messiah does not have trouble with dragons, an adventure major, or a hero major. There are no elves here either. No janitor in my knowledge wears purple overalls.
This, as you can well imagine, was an incredibly inspiring statement, which caused me to write the slightly insane bit of fiction I'm posting below. I could talk about the wonderful book of poetry I got yesterday, or the class of '45 alumni reunion, or sitting out in the sun, the dusk, and the downright dark with Liz and Lucy tonight, or even about my green apple Jones' soda, but instead you're getting fiction. Don't you feel lucky? Aww.... don't cry honey... it's not that scary....
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“I knew I shouldn’t have worn my slippers to the cafeteria,” Liz thought to herself. “I feel like if you’re wearing slippers you should be running from something.”
“Something,” in Liz’s case, happened to be a dragon. The school still had occasional problems with them, despite the janitorial wards. They were mostly harmless once they’d reached the age of four and had fully developed brains, but they made a mess, and the janitors objected. Still, every now and then a young one whose pain receptors weren’t fully developed would stumble onto the grounds and run amuck. No one understood why dragons’ brains took four years to finish developing after they were born, but what the science professors called “a fascinating phenomenon” managed to cause a lot of problems at the school.
Of course this dragon had chosen to interrupt breakfast, to Liz’s mind the only decent meal of the day, and overturn the yogurt bar, her favorite part of the meal. This, combined with the fact that it decided to fix on her as the yummiest target, put Liz in a very bad mood.
She kept running, cursing her pink and purple spotted slippers, so soft and comfortable at breakfast this morning, but so hard to run in. At least she’d worn her pajamas with her slippers, so she didn’t have those awkward robes to run in. The administration sternly discouraged students from wearing street clothes on campus, but who wants to wear academic robes all the time? Not Liz, that’s for sure. It wasn’t so much that she liked being a nonconformist - it was just easier to break the rules.
A growl behind her made Liz’s heart nearly stop, and she lamented to herself, “Why couldn’t it be one of the adventure or hero majors who got chased? They’re trained for this sort of thing!”
A branch hit her in the face and she nearly ran into a tree stump, but she managed to right herself in time and keep going toward the emergency cave. No one knew why they’d built it so far from the commons, but if you weren’t a very fast runner, the three hundred yards could very well kill you. Dragons averaged about 7 feet tall at maturity, and they covered ground fast. Even a young one could catch you, and could easily rip off an arm or leg. Or head.
“Don’t think about it,” she told herself, as her mind involuntarily supplied a picture of a gory severed head, then started mentally wailing again. “I’m just a music major! What’m I supposed to do, sing it away?!”
Suddenly Liz saw the opening she was looking for and slid inside, backing well away from the entrance. She hit the emergency gong (which would supposedly set in motion a chain of rescue, the exact mechanics of which no one had ever bothered to explain to the student body), and waited anxiously. After ten minutes or so she’d caught her breath, and was beginning to wonder if she should ring the gong again, or at least start working out in the near future - after all, you never knew when dragons would show up, and dragons had an uncomfortable habit of chasing the same people again and again. No one knew how they could tell if you’d been chased before, but they seemed to have an uncanny instinct for repeat victims.
For a long time she heard nothing but crashes and scrapings outside the cave. Then, finally, after she’d resigned herself to missing all her classes and being on the bad side of Professor Sekwa again, she heard voices. “Hey up Hey ya Move along there ” Mercifully soon after these absurd yells began, a janitor, clad in the traditional purple trousers of the profession, poked his head inside and indicated that she could come out. “Funny bunch, janitors,” thought Liz, somewhat ungratefully.
As Liz poked her head cautiously out of the cave, she saw a jumble of colors which made no sense to her beleaguered brain. As the scene continued to move, though, the scene righted itself before her eyes. A stand of trees just blossoming, whose beauty Liz had entirely failed to take in during her flight, several downed trees, the work of the dragon no doubt, and the backside of a dragon itself, ridden by the backside of a tall blue person - an elf, Liz realized - surrounded by a squad of purple-uniformed janitors, helping keep the dragon pointed off-campus.
“Where did they get an elf I wonder?” Liz wondered, as she tried to decide what color the dragon was, and how they managed to keep it from turning around and biting their heads off. Everyone knew elves were magical and rode dragons, but usually they avoided those with unformed brains. Even elves got injured when immature dragons made an appearance.
The dragon, Liz decided, was the color of mist. A unique color, even for a dragon. They all ranged close to white, but she’d never seen one of such fluctuating and indeterminate shade.
It fluctuated been grey and pure white - dark grey one minute, the next its scales glittered like an imperfect opal. The elf, as if sensing her confusion, turned back to give her a superior look. His skin had a blue cast to it, or perhaps, Liz decided as she looked longer, it was just a deeper shade of dusk than the dragon’s scales. His eyes were darker yet, a clear, deep grey, shielding an unfathomable mind. An unfathomable mind that was clearly laughing at her, or at something just behind her. Liz turned and saw the Dean of the School of Music approaching.
“Stuffed shirt,” she thought irreverently, wondering how soon he’d have a coronary. His complexion was, without doubt, the reddest she’d ever seen.
“That’ll be a fine for wearing street clothes,” he barked at her on his way to speak with the head janitor. “You’ll receive a notice in your mailbox within two days.”
“So much for being concerned about my welfare,” Liz muttered discontentedly to herself as she walked back toward the commons, kicking dispiritedly at the ill-fated stump which had nearly tripped her. “No yogurt, too much exercise, a fine, and late to Sekwa’s class. Can this day get any better?”
Immediately she regretted it, as the sky began to pour down rain. Within minutes she was soaked, and went squelching to her dorm room, complaining with a vengeance, “I knew I shouldn’t have worn slippers this morning.”
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Caveat Emptor: Liz is not lazy, ungrateful, unobservant, or a music major. She is, however, wittily irreverent. Messiah does not have trouble with dragons, an adventure major, or a hero major. There are no elves here either. No janitor in my knowledge wears purple overalls.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Chai
So I've apparently become obsessed with chai tea. It's very good. Some honey, a little milk, let it steep for five minutes or so, yes, it's very good indeed. And today it even made me laugh. In addition to the normal pseudo-spiritual claptrap and inredients list, the back of my tea packet said: "To ask questions, share observations or simply have a bit of human contact, write us at Tazo, PO Box 66, Portland, OR 97207. Or visit us at www.tazo.com. Allow two weeks of this lifetime for a written response."
I'm sitting here, on a lovely Saturday afternoon, secure in knowing that my laundry will soon be done, in the knowledge of a golden afternoon, in a reasonable amount of work, and most of all secure in the knowledge that no matter how screwed up and ineffecient people in large groups are, I'll get through college anyway. It may take me five years and a lot more debt, but I'll get there eventually.
Back to my papers now! I'm actually being diligent, isn't that crazy?
I'm sitting here, on a lovely Saturday afternoon, secure in knowing that my laundry will soon be done, in the knowledge of a golden afternoon, in a reasonable amount of work, and most of all secure in the knowledge that no matter how screwed up and ineffecient people in large groups are, I'll get through college anyway. It may take me five years and a lot more debt, but I'll get there eventually.
Back to my papers now! I'm actually being diligent, isn't that crazy?
Friday, April 15, 2005
Ehh....
I am in serious need of some chocolate, or, more importantly, someone to hold me and tell me everything's going to be OK no matter how screwed up Messiah's registration system is.
It's not so bad though. I couldn't get into War, Peace, and Justice, and Dr. Brubacher wouldn't sign me in, but whatever. I'll just try to take it another year. I substituted philosophy instead. It's not the philosophy I wanted, but whatever. It's the only thing that fit, so.... whatever. I'll probably hate it and rant at everyone for the whole semester, but at this point I could care less. I was able to get into my english courses, my theology course, and one of my art classes. Apparently I need a PIN number for the other one that I didn't know about, and of course all the professors are gone this weekend. So maybe I'll get in on Monday. If not, well then, I'll just be stuck with only 15 credits, because nothing, and I mean nothing else fits in my schedule. Whatever. I hate it all. I hate all organizations, all registrations, all PIN numbers, and all advisors who don't tell you you need a PIN number. I'm so miserable with hate that I can't think of a single other word other than 'hate'. It's like a neon sign hiding behind my eyeballs.
*sigh*
In good news, I got a 90 on my last history paper. I finally got it back, just in time to start my second one. I hope I can do even better on this one. So.... yeah. That's good. I'm still freaking frustrated with her grading policies and slowness, but whatever.
DC was good. I like DC.
Ehh.... yeah, things are pretty good. I'm griping a lot because I'm under a lot of stress, have a lot of stuff to do this weekend (and I mean a lot), and registration always makes me contemplate suicide, but overall things are going well. I'll just do what I can and ... well, do what I can. Nothing else to do.
Tonight I'm going to see Nickel and Dimed. Yay! Exciting. And next weekend there's the Spring Fling on Friday, the Philly trip with the honors program to see Much Ado about nothing, and another two papers to write. So... Things are getting very busy right now. Again. Ah well. Pray for me my friends, and then weep, weep for me, because I'm going slowly insane....
It's not so bad though. I couldn't get into War, Peace, and Justice, and Dr. Brubacher wouldn't sign me in, but whatever. I'll just try to take it another year. I substituted philosophy instead. It's not the philosophy I wanted, but whatever. It's the only thing that fit, so.... whatever. I'll probably hate it and rant at everyone for the whole semester, but at this point I could care less. I was able to get into my english courses, my theology course, and one of my art classes. Apparently I need a PIN number for the other one that I didn't know about, and of course all the professors are gone this weekend. So maybe I'll get in on Monday. If not, well then, I'll just be stuck with only 15 credits, because nothing, and I mean nothing else fits in my schedule. Whatever. I hate it all. I hate all organizations, all registrations, all PIN numbers, and all advisors who don't tell you you need a PIN number. I'm so miserable with hate that I can't think of a single other word other than 'hate'. It's like a neon sign hiding behind my eyeballs.
*sigh*
In good news, I got a 90 on my last history paper. I finally got it back, just in time to start my second one. I hope I can do even better on this one. So.... yeah. That's good. I'm still freaking frustrated with her grading policies and slowness, but whatever.
DC was good. I like DC.
Ehh.... yeah, things are pretty good. I'm griping a lot because I'm under a lot of stress, have a lot of stuff to do this weekend (and I mean a lot), and registration always makes me contemplate suicide, but overall things are going well. I'll just do what I can and ... well, do what I can. Nothing else to do.
Tonight I'm going to see Nickel and Dimed. Yay! Exciting. And next weekend there's the Spring Fling on Friday, the Philly trip with the honors program to see Much Ado about nothing, and another two papers to write. So... Things are getting very busy right now. Again. Ah well. Pray for me my friends, and then weep, weep for me, because I'm going slowly insane....
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Reeling
I went to DC today. I got hit with a lot of artwork, a lot of stimulus, a lot of people. I like art. I'm an art major. But it was a lot of art. Then I got whacked with a ton of class registation issues, and you all know how happy that makes me. So I got up with morning at 7:15, drove two hours, got a crick in the neck, spent a good six hours walking around looking at art, had lunch, found a birthday present, fulfilled my art history assignment, got a headache, drove two hours back, got another crick in the neck, ate a late and icky dinner (veal! Veal?!), did homework for an hour and a half, went to work, and now I'm going to do more homework. Yeah. Big day. I'm ready for bed. I like bed. I want a shower too. A nice hot shower. Mmm... that sounds very very good right now.
Just... don't annoy me for a while people, OK? Tomorrow, I can predict, I will be very stressed out. And when I'm stressed out, I have been known to bite peoples' heads off, and/or rant at them for a very long time. Don't ask me how I'm doing. Don't ask me about registration. Just tell me about your day, let me pay attention to something else besides my screw-ups. If you can, make me laugh. I would like that.
Just... don't annoy me for a while people, OK? Tomorrow, I can predict, I will be very stressed out. And when I'm stressed out, I have been known to bite peoples' heads off, and/or rant at them for a very long time. Don't ask me how I'm doing. Don't ask me about registration. Just tell me about your day, let me pay attention to something else besides my screw-ups. If you can, make me laugh. I would like that.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
DC!!!
So the art department is just downright cruel and is requiring us to go to DC and visit museums and look at art and soak up culture. What a shame. What a crying shame. I think I'm just going to have to revolt or something, because as you all know, I simply hate museums and art. And it's not like there's an exciting sculpture exhibit by Isumo Noguchi that I want to see or anything.
So tomorrow I'll be gone, in DC. On a bus with lots of other art students, some of whom I know and like, venturing into the unknown. I hope no one gets left behind, and even more specifically than that, I hope I do not get left behind. I would freak. I would not cope well. I would burst into tears. As many of you may know, I cry when my ride forgets to pick me up from swim practice, let alone getting left behind in a huge city like DC. Pray for me, that I do not get left behind. = )
To steal a Liz-ism: Be excellent to each other!
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76. Make cue cards for your roommate. Get them out whenever you'd like to have a conversation.
So tomorrow I'll be gone, in DC. On a bus with lots of other art students, some of whom I know and like, venturing into the unknown. I hope no one gets left behind, and even more specifically than that, I hope I do not get left behind. I would freak. I would not cope well. I would burst into tears. As many of you may know, I cry when my ride forgets to pick me up from swim practice, let alone getting left behind in a huge city like DC. Pray for me, that I do not get left behind. = )
To steal a Liz-ism: Be excellent to each other!
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76. Make cue cards for your roommate. Get them out whenever you'd like to have a conversation.
77. Talk like a pirate, all the time. Threaten to make your roommate walk the plank if he/she doesn't swab the deck. Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!
78. Set up about twenty plants in an organized formation. When your roommate walks in, pretend to be in the middle of delivering a speech to the plants. Whisper to them, "We'll continue this later," while eyeing your roommate suspiciously.
79. Buy a telescope. Sit on your bed and look across the room at your roommate through the telescope. When you're not using the telescope, act like your roommate is too far away for you to see.
80. Keep some worms in a shoebox. When doing homework, go and consult with the worms every so often. Then become angry, shouting at the worms that they're stupid and they don't know what they're talking about.
81. Watch "Psycho" every day for a month. Then act excited every time your roommate goes to take a shower.
82. Wear a paper hat. Every time your roommate walks in, say, "Welcome to McDonalds, can I take your... Oh, it's just you." Take off the hat, sit, and pout.
83. Go through your roommate's textbooks with a red pen, changing things and making random corrections. If your roommate protests, tell him/her that you just couldn't take it anymore.
84. Leave the room at random, knock on the door, and wait for your roommate to let you back in. If he/she asks about it, go on a tangent about the importance of good manners.
85. Hang a horseshoe above the door. Make up stories about having had good luck. Then, take the horseshoe down and wrap your head in bandages. When you see your roommate, look above the door where the horseshoe used to be, hold your head, and mutter, "Stupid horseshoe...."
86. Carve a jack-o-lantern. Complain to your roommate that the jack-o-lantern has been staring at you. The next day, tell your roommate that the jack-o-lantern thinks he/she has been staring at it. Confide in your roommate that you really don't like thejack-o-lantern, but you can't convince it to move out.
87. As soon as your roommate turns the light off at night, begin singing famous operas as loud as you can. When your roommate turns on the light, look around and pretend to be confused.
88. Hang a basketball net on the wall. Challenge your refrigerator to basketball games, and play them in front of your roommate. Do so for about a month. Confide in your roommate that you think the refrigerator has been taking steroids.
89. Drink lots of lemonade. Talk obnoxiously for hours about how much you love lemonade. Then, one day, paint your face yellow. From then on, complain about how much you hate lemonade.
90. Late at night, start conversations that begin with, "Remember the good old days, when we used to..." and make up stories involving you and your roommate.
91. Whenever your roommate sneezes, go and hide in the closet for about and hour. Look around nervously for the rest of the day.
92. Sit and stare at your roommate for hours. Bring others in to join you. Eat peanuts, throwing a few at your roommate. Then say, "Boy, these zoos just aren't what they used to be."
93. Tell your roommate that your toe hurts, and that means there's going to be an earthquake, soon. While your roommate is out, trash everything on his/her side of the room. When he/she returns, explain that the earthquake hit, but only on one side of the room.
94. Buy a gun. Clean it every day. One day, put a band-aid on your forehead, and refuse to discuss the gun ever again.
95. Buy a lobster. Pretend to play cards with it. Complain to your roommate that the lobster is making up his own rules.
96. Make pancakes every morning, but don't eat them. Draw faces on them, and toss them in the closet. Watch them for several hours each day. Complain to your roommate that your "pancake farm" isn't evolving into a self-sufficient community. Confide in your roommate that you think the king of the pancakes has been taking bribes.
97. While you are ironing, pretend to burn yourself. Start a garbage can fire in the middle of the room. Toss the iron inside. If your roommate objects, explain that you are just trying to get even.
98. Buy some turtles. Paint numbers on their backs. Race them down the hall.
99. Create an army of animal crackers. Put them through basic training. Set up little checkpoints around the room. Tell your roommate that the camel spotted him/her in a restricted area and said not to do it again. Ask your roommate to apologize to the camel.
100. Put out a plate of cookies at night. Tell your roommate that they're for the Sandman. Take a bite out of one of the cookies while your roommate is asleep. The next morning, accuse your roommate of having bitten one of the cookies. If he/she tries to tell you the Sandman did it, insist that you know what the Sandman's teeth marks look like and that those are, in fact, not the Sandman's teeth marks. Grumble angrily and storm out of the room.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Addendum....
I felt that I needed to add an addendum to the previous post. I fully realize that I'm being pretentious. You don't have to tell me. You are fully capable of completely ignoring this post. Yes, I have that much faith in your collective abilities.
Aha!
Professor Caroselli:
"At the last judgment, clothes are not expected!"
"and I had an instinctive reaction to that picture! I think it was like, 'oolala'."
"yoryoooar"
Some Random Honors Guy (in reference to a picture of the Sistine Chapel):
"It has eyes!"
Yes.... that's right. An anthropromorphic Sistine Chapel.
For some odd reason, her lecture today makes me want to read the transcript of some venician guy and the roman inquisitors.... Ah yes, the hilarity which could be derived from said transcript...
As I was sitting in honors congress today, I was struck by a couple of things. I don't know if they're correct or not. Maybe I'm projecting, or over-analyzing, or any number of things. Maybe I simply had an insight into my own mind, and maybe I'm doing a great injustice to my fellow students. Take it with a grain of salt. But it struck me that we honors students don't like being asked our gut response to things. We take pride in our analyzation skills, and we feel safe in attempting to be intellectual. I think we almost dislike people, like Susanna Caroselli, who turn us on our ears and expect more of us. We come to honors congresses expecting to be challenged in our brains, and bored out of them, not to be touched in our hearts. People like Susanna Caroselli expect something we consider below us. We're insulted at 'not being taken seriously.' In some cases I think we fear to be opened up in that sort of unconsidered (and hence unguarged) way. We might not be right for once. I mean, we might be dead wrong. Oh, the horrors! We might be wrong, and we might be human after all. I like people like Susanna Caroselli, who dont' take themselves too seriously, who consider both the emotional and the intellectual responses, and who is extremely passionate about their work.
I could say a lot more about our games on the lawn which totally rocked, but instead (since most of my readers were actually there) I'll tell you what it made me think. It made me think that you should be ready and waiting for awe. I know one of the amazing things about awe and joy is that they break all of a sudden like a quickened dawn, but it also strikes me that if we looked for it, we could anticipate its coming and so prolong its wonder. If we lived in a perpetual pre-dawn grey, we could see things around us so much more clearly, and yet that moment when the first rays strike the trees, and the dew glows transparent, and all is silent and peaceful - that moment would still be every bit as awe-full. I think, even seeing it coming, we would be moved to tears by the first glowing touch of awe.
I realize this has been a long post. But I'm still going to add an addendum: some more of those wonderful tricks to play on your roommate. I don't expect everyone to read such long ramblings, although it's always appreciated when people actually do. All that merely goes to say: if you don't read it, I'm not insulted. Once again, my favorites in bold. There's a lot of good ones this time, so it'd be more to the point to highlight the ones I didn't like, but that seems confusing.
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51. Change the locks on the door. Don't let your roommate in unless he/she says the secret word. Change the secret word often. If your roommate can 't guess the secret word, make him/her pay a tithe.
"At the last judgment, clothes are not expected!"
"and I had an instinctive reaction to that picture! I think it was like, 'oolala'."
"yoryoooar"
Some Random Honors Guy (in reference to a picture of the Sistine Chapel):
"It has eyes!"
Yes.... that's right. An anthropromorphic Sistine Chapel.
For some odd reason, her lecture today makes me want to read the transcript of some venician guy and the roman inquisitors.... Ah yes, the hilarity which could be derived from said transcript...
As I was sitting in honors congress today, I was struck by a couple of things. I don't know if they're correct or not. Maybe I'm projecting, or over-analyzing, or any number of things. Maybe I simply had an insight into my own mind, and maybe I'm doing a great injustice to my fellow students. Take it with a grain of salt. But it struck me that we honors students don't like being asked our gut response to things. We take pride in our analyzation skills, and we feel safe in attempting to be intellectual. I think we almost dislike people, like Susanna Caroselli, who turn us on our ears and expect more of us. We come to honors congresses expecting to be challenged in our brains, and bored out of them, not to be touched in our hearts. People like Susanna Caroselli expect something we consider below us. We're insulted at 'not being taken seriously.' In some cases I think we fear to be opened up in that sort of unconsidered (and hence unguarged) way. We might not be right for once. I mean, we might be dead wrong. Oh, the horrors! We might be wrong, and we might be human after all. I like people like Susanna Caroselli, who dont' take themselves too seriously, who consider both the emotional and the intellectual responses, and who is extremely passionate about their work.
I could say a lot more about our games on the lawn which totally rocked, but instead (since most of my readers were actually there) I'll tell you what it made me think. It made me think that you should be ready and waiting for awe. I know one of the amazing things about awe and joy is that they break all of a sudden like a quickened dawn, but it also strikes me that if we looked for it, we could anticipate its coming and so prolong its wonder. If we lived in a perpetual pre-dawn grey, we could see things around us so much more clearly, and yet that moment when the first rays strike the trees, and the dew glows transparent, and all is silent and peaceful - that moment would still be every bit as awe-full. I think, even seeing it coming, we would be moved to tears by the first glowing touch of awe.
I realize this has been a long post. But I'm still going to add an addendum: some more of those wonderful tricks to play on your roommate. I don't expect everyone to read such long ramblings, although it's always appreciated when people actually do. All that merely goes to say: if you don't read it, I'm not insulted. Once again, my favorites in bold. There's a lot of good ones this time, so it'd be more to the point to highlight the ones I didn't like, but that seems confusing.
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51. Change the locks on the door. Don't let your roommate in unless he/she says the secret word. Change the secret word often. If your roommate can 't guess the secret word, make him/her pay a tithe.
52. Scatter stuffed animals around the room. Put party hats on them. Play loud music. When your roommate walks in, turn off the music, take off the party hats, put away the stuffed animals, and say, "Well, it was fun while it lasted."
53. Hang a tire swing from the ceiling. Act like a monkey. If someone besides your roommate comes in, cease acting like a monkey and claim that the tire swing was your roommate's idea. When you and your roommate are alone again, continue acting like a monkey.
54. Unplug everything in the room except for one toaster. Pray to the toaster. Bring it gifts. Throw some of your roommate's possessions out the window. Say that the toaster made you do it.
55. Challenge your roommate to a duel. If he refuses, claim that you have won by forfeit and therefore conquered his side of the room. Insist that he remove all of his possessions immediately.
56. Sign your roommate up for various activities. (Campus tour guide, blood donor, organ donor).
57. Start dressing like an Indian. If your roommate inquires, claim that you are getting in touch with your Native-American roots. If your roommate accuses you of not having any Native-American roots, claim that he/she has offended your people and put a curse on your roommate.
58. Wear your shoes on the wrong feet, all the time. Constantly complain that your feet hurt.
59. Hit your roommate on the head with a brick. Claim that you were trying to kill a mosquito.
60. Steal something valuable of your roommate's. If he/she asks about it, tell him/her that you traded it for some magic beans. Give some beans to your roommate.
61. Instead of turning off the light switch, smash the light bulb with a hammer. Put a new bulb in the next day. Complain often about the cost of light bulbs.
62. Videotape yourself hammering a nail into a wall for a while, and then stopping. Play the tape in your room. Right before the hammering stops on the videotape, look at the screen and say, "Don't do that."
63. Buy a lamp. Tell your roommate it's a magic lamp, with a genie inside it. Spend a week thinking about what to wish for. At the end of the week, report that someone has released the genie from the lamp. Blame your roommate.
64. Whenever your roommate brushes his/her teeth, watch him/her do so. Take notes. Write a paper on it, and circulate it around campus. If your roommate protests, say, "The people have a right to know!"
65. Collect potato chips that you think look like famous people. Find one that looks like your roommate. Burn it, and explain, "It had to be done."
66. Read the phone book out loud and excitedly. ("Frank Johnson! Oh, wow! 837-9494! Holy cow!")
67. Shadow box several times a day. One day, walk in looking depressed. If your roommate asks what's wrong, explain that your shadow can't box with you anymore due to an injury. Ask your roommate if you can box with his/her shadow.
68. When you walk into the room, look at your roommate in disgust and yell, "Oh, you're here!" Walk away yelling and cursing.
69. Put up flyers around the building, reporting that your roommate is missing. Offer a reward for his/her safe return.
70. Buy a watermelon. Draw a face on it and give it a name. Ask your roommate if the watermelon can sleep in his/her bed. If your roommate says no, drop the watermelon out the window. Make it look like a suicide. Say nasty things about your roommate at the funeral.
71. Draw a chalk outline on the floor. When your roommate comes in, say, "Don't worry. It's not what you think." If he/she asks about it again, immediately change the subject.
72. Drink a cup of coffee every morning. When you finish it, gnaw on the mug for about ten minutes. Then, look at your roommate, immediately put the mug away, and quickly leave the room.
73. Paint a tunnel on the wall like they do in cartoons. Every day, hit your head as you attempt to crawl through it. Hold your head and grumble, "I'll get that pesky road runner...."
74. Leave memos on your roommate's bed that say things like, "I know what you did," and "Don't think you can fool me." Sign them in blood.
75. Hold a raffle, offering your roommate as first prize. If he/she protests, tell him/her that it's all for charity.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Confessions (Not Mine)
We had our field trip to Lowe's today. My random design ramblings did not find fruition, due to budgetary restraints, but I came up with something else that I rather like, as odd as it is, and possibly cliched. At any rate though, I like it, and that's what I care about at the moment.
I seem to have completely lost any semblence of artistic vision. If anyone sees my artistic vision wandering around somewhere, could you point it in my direction? Thanks.
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[excerpts from the Augustinian Confessions - sorry it's so long.... I realize most of you won't read it. That's OK.]
O Hope from my youth, where wast thou to me and where hadst thou gone away? For hadst thou not created me and differentiated me from the beasts of the field and the birds of the air, making me wiser than they? And yet I was wandering about in a dark and slippery way, seeking thee outside myself and thus not finding the God of my heart. I had gone down into the depths of the sea and had lost faith, and had despaired of ever finding the truth.
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In my inmost heart, I believed that thou art incorruptible and inviolable and unchangeable, because--though I knew not how or why--I could still see plainly and without doubt that the corruptible is inferior to the incorruptible, the inviolable obviously superior to its opposite, and the unchangeable better than the changeable. [...] But as yet thou hadst not enlightened my darkness.
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O my God, let me remember with gratitude and confess to thee thy mercies toward me. Let my bones be bathed in thy love, and let them say: "Lord, who is like unto thee? Thou hast broken my bonds in sunder, I will offer unto thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving." And how thou didst break them I will declare, and all who worship thee shall say, when they hear these things: "Blessed be the Lord in heaven and earth, great and wonderful is his name."
I seem to have completely lost any semblence of artistic vision. If anyone sees my artistic vision wandering around somewhere, could you point it in my direction? Thanks.
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[excerpts from the Augustinian Confessions - sorry it's so long.... I realize most of you won't read it. That's OK.]
O Hope from my youth, where wast thou to me and where hadst thou gone away? For hadst thou not created me and differentiated me from the beasts of the field and the birds of the air, making me wiser than they? And yet I was wandering about in a dark and slippery way, seeking thee outside myself and thus not finding the God of my heart. I had gone down into the depths of the sea and had lost faith, and had despaired of ever finding the truth.
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In my inmost heart, I believed that thou art incorruptible and inviolable and unchangeable, because--though I knew not how or why--I could still see plainly and without doubt that the corruptible is inferior to the incorruptible, the inviolable obviously superior to its opposite, and the unchangeable better than the changeable. [...] But as yet thou hadst not enlightened my darkness.
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O my God, let me remember with gratitude and confess to thee thy mercies toward me. Let my bones be bathed in thy love, and let them say: "Lord, who is like unto thee? Thou hast broken my bonds in sunder, I will offer unto thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving." And how thou didst break them I will declare, and all who worship thee shall say, when they hear these things: "Blessed be the Lord in heaven and earth, great and wonderful is his name."
Thy words had stuck fast in my breast, and I was hedged round about by thee on every side. Of thy eternal life I was now certain, although I had seen it "through a glass darkly." And I had been relieved of all doubt that there is an incorruptible substance and that it is the source of every other substance. Nor did I any longer crave greater certainty about thee, but rather greater steadfastness in thee.
But as for my temporal life, everything was uncertain, and my heart had to be purged of the old leaven. "The Way"--the Saviour himself--pleased me well, but as yet I was reluctant to pass through the strait gate. [...] But I was weak and chose the easier way, and for this single reason my whole life was one of inner turbulence and listless indecision, because from so many influences I was compelled
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For thou hast said to men, "Behold the fear of the Lord, this is wisdom," and, "Be not wise in your own eyes," because "they that profess themselves to be wise become fools." But I had now found the goodly pearl; and I ought to have sold all that I had and bought it--yet I hesitated.
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Let me know thee, O my Knower; let me know thee even as I am known. O Strength of my soul, enter it and prepare it for thyself that thou mayest have and hold it, without "spot or blemish." This is my hope, therefore have I spoken; and in this hope I rejoice whenever I rejoice aright. But as for the other things of this life, they deserve our lamentations less, the more we lament them; and some should be lamented all the more, the less men care for them. For see, "Thou desirest truth" and "he who does the truth comes to the light." This is what I wish to do through confession in my heart before thee, and in my writings before many witnesses.
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But I desired to know, not to guess. And, if my voice and my pen were to confess to thee all the various knots thou hast untied for me about this question, who among my readers could endure to grasp the whole of the account? Still, despite this, my heart will not cease to give honor to thee or to sing thy praises concerning those things which it is not able to express.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Catalogue
I've been cataloguing my newly acquired library today. Although my overwhelming temptation was simply to sit and devour them immediately, I did manage to get nearly all my homework accomplished this weekend. I just have to continue researching my Frank Gehry paper and doing the additional readings for my history paper, and that's not even terribly urgent. I got a Christie book, which contains Poirot's first mystery and his last mystery, neither of which I've read before. I got Artemis Fowl's first book, a Dorothy L Sayers book (Clouds of Witness), 1984 (which I'm really liking so far even though I haven't finished it yet), Much Ado about Nothing (which is one of my favorites - that is, of the very few I've seen or read), and a few other random books. Yes, my library has tripled in the past couple of days. I do love used book sales. *sigh of utmost contentment*
It's been a gorgeous day outside. Thanks to friends who like the outdoors, I actually spent a couple of hours outside reading (homework, suprisingly enough). It's good to be forced outside I guess. I'm not really much of a voluntary let's-go-hang-with-the-bugs sort of person, unless it involves camping, a hammock, or something fun like that.
Alright, time for a continuation of the funny things to do to your college roommate! I'm almost tempted to try some of them out.... Heehee.....
My favorites in bold.
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It's been a gorgeous day outside. Thanks to friends who like the outdoors, I actually spent a couple of hours outside reading (homework, suprisingly enough). It's good to be forced outside I guess. I'm not really much of a voluntary let's-go-hang-with-the-bugs sort of person, unless it involves camping, a hammock, or something fun like that.
Alright, time for a continuation of the funny things to do to your college roommate! I'm almost tempted to try some of them out.... Heehee.....
My favorites in bold.
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26. Keep a tarantula in a jar for three days. Then get rid of the tarantula. If your roommate asks, say, "Oh, he's around here somewhere."
27. Tell your roommate, "I've got an important message for you." Then pretend to faint. When you recover, say you can't remember what the message was. Later on, say, "Oh, yeah, I remember!" Pretend to faint again. Keep this up for several weeks.
28. Bowl inside the room. Set up tournaments with other people in the building. Award someone a trophy. If your roommate wants to bowl too, explain that he/she needs bowling shoes.
29. Walk backwards all the time. Then pretend to trip and hurt yourself. Fake an injury and go through a long, painful recovery. Start walking backwards again.
30. While your roommate is out, glue your shoes to the ceiling. When your roommate walks in, sit on the floor, hold your head, and moan.
31. Explain to your roommate that you're going to be housing a prospective student in the near future. One day, bring in a pig. If your roommate protests, hug the pig and tell your roommate that he/she hurt its feelings. Watch T.V with the pig, eating lots of bacon.
32. Make a sandwich. Don't eat it, leave it on the floor. Ignore the sandwich. Wait until your roommate gets rid of it, and then say, "Hey, where is my sandwich!?" Complain loudly that you are hungry.
33. Punch a hole in the T.V. Sit and watch it anyway, complaining about the poor picture quality.
34. Wear a cape. Stand in front of an open window for about an hour every day. Then, one day, when your roommate is gone, go outside and lie down underneath the window, pretending to be hurt, and wait for your roommate to return. The next day, start standing in front of the window again.
35. Collect potatoes. Paint faces on them and give them names. Name one after your roommate. Separate your roommate's potato from the others. Wait a few days, and then bake your roommate's potato and eat it. Explain to your roommate, "He just didn't belong."
36. Fill an empty shaving cream can with whipped cream. Use it to shave, and then spray some into your mouth. Later on, complain that you feel sick. Continue this process for several weeks.
37. Cover your bed with a tent. Live inside it for a week. If your roommate asks, explain that "It's a jungle out there." Get your roommate to bring you food and water.
38. Keep a vacuum cleaner in the middle of the room. Look at it with fear for a few days. Then stay out of the room entirely, opening the door only a crack and whispering to your roommate, "Psst! Is it gone?"
39. Break the window with a rock. If your roommate protests, explain that you were hot. Open and close the broken window as you normally would.
40. Throw darts at a bare wall. All of a sudden, act excited, telling your roommate that you hit the bull's eye.
41. Send flowers to your roommate, with a card that says, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again." When you see them, start ripping up the flowers. Repeat the process for a few weeks.
42. Call your roommate "Clyde" by accident. Start doing so every so often. Increase the frequency over the next few weeks, until you are calling him "Clyde" all the time. If your roommate protests, say, "I'm sorry. I won't do that anymore, Murray."
43. Hire a night watchman to guard the room while you are sleeping.
44. Move everything to one side of the room. Ask your roommate if he knows how much an elephant weighs, and look at the floor on the empty side of the room with concern.
45. Practice needlepoint every night. At one point, grab your thumb and scream, "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Cry hysterically for a few minutes, and then go to bed. Sob and sniff all night.
46. When your roommate comes in, pretend that you are on the phone, screaming angrily and shouting obscenities. After you hang up, say, "That was your mom. She said she'd call back."
47. Every time your roommate comes in, immediately turn off the lights and go to bed. When he/she leaves, get up and loudly yell, "Okay, guys, you can come out now."
48. Start wearing a crown, all the time. If your roommate tells you to take it off, say, "Who do you think you are? A king?"
49. Sit in front of a chess board for hours, saying nothing, doing nothing. Then, look up and say, "I think this game goes a lot faster with two players."
50. Talk back to your "Rice Krispies." All of a sudden, act offended, throw the bowl on the floor and kick it. Refuse to clean it up, explaining, "No, I want to watch them suffer."
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Whoaho....
Yeah, here's some funny stuff.... to come in installments, since there's 101 of them. Possibly interspersed with real news, but you never know. I may avoid real news altogether for a few days, just for the heck of it. And.... becuase I'll be busy reading the books I got at the library's used book sale. I love books just a little too much I think. I now have a decent start to my library.... Heehee. = D
1. Insist that you are a vegetarian and protest anytime your roommate eats meat. Then leave "Slim Jim" wrappers on the floor and lie on the bed holding your stomach everytime your roommate walks in. If he/she asks about the wrappers, say you know nothing about them.
101 Fun Things to Do to Freak Out Your College Roommate!
2. Get some hair. Disperse it around your roommate's head while he/she is asleep. Keep a pair of scissors by your bed. Snicker at your roommate every morning.
3. Every time your roommate walks in yell, "Hooray! You're back!" as loud as you can and dance around the room for five minutes. Afterwards, keep looking at your watch and saying, "Shouldn't you be going somewhere?"
4. Trash the room when your roommate's not around. Then leave and wait for your roommate to come back. When he/she does, walk in and act surprised. Say, "Uh-oh, it looks like, THEY, were here again."
5. Every time you see your roommate yell, "You jerk" and kick him/her in the stomach. Then buy him/her some ice cream.
6. Set your roommate's bed on fire. Apologize and explain that you've been watching too much "Beavis & Butthead." Do it again. Tell him/her that you're not sorry because this time, they deserved it.
7. Put your glasses on before you go to bed. Take them off as soon as you wake up. If your roommate asks, explain that they are Magic Dream Glasses. Complain that you've been having terrible nightmares.
8. Eat lots of "Lucky Charms." Pick out all the yellow moons and stockpile them in the closet. If your roommate inquires, explain that visitors are coming, but you can't say anything more, or you'll have to face the consequences.
9. Set up meetings with your roommate's faculty advisor. Inquire about his/her academic potential. Take lots of notes, and then give your roommate a full report. Insist that he/she do the same.
10. "Drink" a raw egg for breakfast every morning. Explain that you are in training. Eat a dozen donuts every night.
11. Every Thursday, pack up everything you own and tell your roommate you're going home. Come back in an hour and explain that no one was home. Unpack everything and go to sleep.
12. Every time you wake up, start yelling, "Help! Where am I?!" and run around the room for a few minutes. Then go back to bed. If your roommate asks, say you don't know what he/she is talking about.
13. Draw a tiny, black spot on your arm. Make it bigger every day. Look at it and say, "It's spreading, it's spreading."
14. Buy a McDonald's "Happy Meal" for lunch every day. Eat the straw and the napkin. Throw everything else away.
15. Buy a plant. Sleep with it at night. Talk to it. After a few weeks, start to argue with it loudly. Then yell, "I can't live in the same room with you," storm out of the room and slam the door. Get rid of the plant, but keep the pot. Refuse to discuss the plant ever again.
16. Buy a Jack-In-The-Box. Every day, turn the handle until the clown pops out. Scream continuously for twenty minutes.
17. Hang up pictures of chickens all over the room. If your roommate eats eggs, yell at him/her and call him/her a cannibal.
18. Buy some knives. Sharpen them every night. While you're doing so, look at your roommate and mutter, "Soon, soon...."
19. Lock the door while your roommate is out. When he/she comes back and tries to unlock it, yell, "Don't come in, I'm naked!" Keep this up for several hours. When you finally let your roommate in, immediately take off all of your clothes, and ignore your roommate.
20. Bring in potential "new" roommates from around campus. Give them tours of the room and the building. Have them ask about your roommate in front of him/her, and reply, "Oh, him/her? He/she won't be here much longer."
21. If your roommate comes home after midnight, hit him/her on the head with a rolling pin. Immediately go to bed, muttering, "Ungrateful little..."
22. Pile dirty dishes in your roommate's bed. Insist that you don't know how they got there.
23. Collect hundreds of pens and pile them on one side of the room. Keep one pencil on the other side of the room. Laugh at the pencil.
24. Feign a serious illness for two weeks. Have a priest come to your room and visit you. Write out a will, leaving everything to your roommate. One day, miraculously "recover." Insist that your roommate write out a will, leaving everything to you. Every time he/she coughs, excitedly say, "Oooh, are you dying?"
25. Live in the hallway for a month. Afterwards, bring all of your stuff back into the room and tell your roommate, "Okay, your turn."
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Oh, and these are just too good.... "For those who have heard too many jokes."
Three scientists of different disciplines encounter a perfectly normal situation. The first two say something appropriate to their respective fields. The third one says something entirely useless and unexpected for the situation yet humerous and bizarrely appropriate for his occupation.
And one on nationalities...
Three people of different nationalities walk into a room. The first two say something witty and intelligent, while the third insults all of his countrymen by responding like an idiot.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Yay for:
1) backdating
2) blogger not working.
Only... reverse the order. And pretend today is yesterday.
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Today has been a really good day. It was really warm again, in the 70s I think. I should've brought more t-shirts and shorts or something.
I woke up insane this morning, and decided that (after checking my chapel attendance sheet and finding out I only need 6 more chapels and not 10 like I thought) I would sleep in. I did, and it was wonderful. After which I took a leisurely shower (for once getting my pick of showers) and .... I wore a skirt. And my african shirt (the green one with sixties sleeves). I later decided that I just felt the need to de-institutionalize myself, but I think it all boils down to the fact that I woke up crazy. I mean, you people know me. I don't wear skirts. And, lately, I've been shying slightly away from the african shirt because for once I fit in somewhere, so do I really want to jeopordize that? But it turned out OK. I got a huge variety of responses from really loud to cute in a really funky way and one girl (an art major-ahem ) called it downright cute with no qualifiers. So.... I guess what started out as uncomfortable wasn't really. And for some reason I enjoyed wearing a skirt and a crazy shirt. Call me a girl or something.
On the way to dinner tonight, I noticed that the sky was darkening as if it was going to rain. Smart person that I am though, I ignored the signs and went on to dinner without stopping to retrieve a coat or umbrella. It rained fitfully during dinner, and then stopped so that I could go to advising (where I was the first freshman in and out thank you very much ). It rained more later though. I ended up running through the rain to work and from work back over to Frey to check on my project, and from Frey over to Solly. Not bad though, all things considered. It's a warm night, so it was almost enjoyable.
Advising went well. I think I'm definitely on Prof Kasparak's good side as far as preparedness goes. And he's impressed that I'm working on two majors and am willing to do whatever it takes - namely eighteen credits a semester - to get it done. I love having sophomore standing. Yay I hope to take Color & Design, Weaving Techniques, Intro to English Studies, Intro to Creative Writing, Intro to Christian Theology, and War, Peace & Justice. The War Peace & Justice class is the one I'm most worried about getting into. It's with a very popular prof (Brubacher), and it's only offered once. So I think the 25 spaces might go quickly. I am, however, assured a spot on Weaving Techniques, and pretty much assured a place in Color & Design and Intro to English Studies. I still have only a vague idea of what I need to get done overall, but this semester it really clicked as far as knowing what I needed to do first and foremost. So I'm pretty confident on that. I register the 15th, so.... I wait pretty eagerly for that day, when I can stop thinking about it for another three months or so. = )
I read Animal Farm today, and let me tell you, that's an amazing book. I started in on 1984 today too. Which I also love so far, but I'm only fifteen or so pages into it, so I can't really say yet. I'm making practically no progress on my grad school reading list (ten pages a week at most), but I'm definitely reading things I need to read in order to be.... um.... cultured? In order to be a good english major at least. Next on the list of fun reading after 1984 is Machiavelli.... I think I need to be able to argue about him.
My FSM project is officially done It only took me an hour tonight to finish it. I officially made a sticky mess of myself staining it, but whatever. It looks pretty good, although it would certainly fool no one into thinking I was anything more than a rampantly amateur carpenter. I actually wanted a stain a shade or two redder, but I didn't have all that many options, and it's a nice color stain. So.... yeah. I'm pretty ready for tomorrow I guess. I only hope it doesn't look worse in the light of the sun.
My dorm room is oppresively hot. I thought they had air conditioning here.... Ah, whatever. I'm going to go read some more before I hit the sack. Tomorrow is Friday Rejoice all ye peoples
2) blogger not working.
Only... reverse the order. And pretend today is yesterday.
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Today has been a really good day. It was really warm again, in the 70s I think. I should've brought more t-shirts and shorts or something.
I woke up insane this morning, and decided that (after checking my chapel attendance sheet and finding out I only need 6 more chapels and not 10 like I thought) I would sleep in. I did, and it was wonderful. After which I took a leisurely shower (for once getting my pick of showers) and .... I wore a skirt. And my african shirt (the green one with sixties sleeves). I later decided that I just felt the need to de-institutionalize myself, but I think it all boils down to the fact that I woke up crazy. I mean, you people know me. I don't wear skirts. And, lately, I've been shying slightly away from the african shirt because for once I fit in somewhere, so do I really want to jeopordize that? But it turned out OK. I got a huge variety of responses from really loud to cute in a really funky way and one girl (an art major-ahem ) called it downright cute with no qualifiers. So.... I guess what started out as uncomfortable wasn't really. And for some reason I enjoyed wearing a skirt and a crazy shirt. Call me a girl or something.
On the way to dinner tonight, I noticed that the sky was darkening as if it was going to rain. Smart person that I am though, I ignored the signs and went on to dinner without stopping to retrieve a coat or umbrella. It rained fitfully during dinner, and then stopped so that I could go to advising (where I was the first freshman in and out thank you very much ). It rained more later though. I ended up running through the rain to work and from work back over to Frey to check on my project, and from Frey over to Solly. Not bad though, all things considered. It's a warm night, so it was almost enjoyable.
Advising went well. I think I'm definitely on Prof Kasparak's good side as far as preparedness goes. And he's impressed that I'm working on two majors and am willing to do whatever it takes - namely eighteen credits a semester - to get it done. I love having sophomore standing. Yay I hope to take Color & Design, Weaving Techniques, Intro to English Studies, Intro to Creative Writing, Intro to Christian Theology, and War, Peace & Justice. The War Peace & Justice class is the one I'm most worried about getting into. It's with a very popular prof (Brubacher), and it's only offered once. So I think the 25 spaces might go quickly. I am, however, assured a spot on Weaving Techniques, and pretty much assured a place in Color & Design and Intro to English Studies. I still have only a vague idea of what I need to get done overall, but this semester it really clicked as far as knowing what I needed to do first and foremost. So I'm pretty confident on that. I register the 15th, so.... I wait pretty eagerly for that day, when I can stop thinking about it for another three months or so. = )
I read Animal Farm today, and let me tell you, that's an amazing book. I started in on 1984 today too. Which I also love so far, but I'm only fifteen or so pages into it, so I can't really say yet. I'm making practically no progress on my grad school reading list (ten pages a week at most), but I'm definitely reading things I need to read in order to be.... um.... cultured? In order to be a good english major at least. Next on the list of fun reading after 1984 is Machiavelli.... I think I need to be able to argue about him.
My FSM project is officially done It only took me an hour tonight to finish it. I officially made a sticky mess of myself staining it, but whatever. It looks pretty good, although it would certainly fool no one into thinking I was anything more than a rampantly amateur carpenter. I actually wanted a stain a shade or two redder, but I didn't have all that many options, and it's a nice color stain. So.... yeah. I'm pretty ready for tomorrow I guess. I only hope it doesn't look worse in the light of the sun.
My dorm room is oppresively hot. I thought they had air conditioning here.... Ah, whatever. I'm going to go read some more before I hit the sack. Tomorrow is Friday Rejoice all ye peoples
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Six Months
I was waiting eagerly for the advent of the six month anniversary of my blog. But now that it's come, I'm not sure what to say. I don't have anything witty to say. I don't have anything stupdendous to say. I don't even have anything mildly amusing to say.
I don't think that when I started I could've dreamed writing this much. It's been a good exercise though I think. A good discipline, to write every day. Something a writer should get used to. It's also been a great communication tool, letting me tell people who live far away about my life, even when I don't talk to each and every one of them individually.
I've posted quite a bit. A lot more than most people I know. I hope you've enjoyed it. I hope you haven't secretly been throwing tomatoes at your computer. Please, it's not the computer's fault. If it's really necessary to throw tomatoes, I suggest the neighbor's dog. Or you can save them into a large stinking pile and throw them at me when I get home. If you are so ticked off as to keep rotten tomatoes in your house for over a month, I'll stand still and let you throw them.
Here's to another six months, and the few and faithful readers! [clinks imaginary glass full of sparkling cider with other imaginary glasses of imaginary well-wishers]
I don't think that when I started I could've dreamed writing this much. It's been a good exercise though I think. A good discipline, to write every day. Something a writer should get used to. It's also been a great communication tool, letting me tell people who live far away about my life, even when I don't talk to each and every one of them individually.
I've posted quite a bit. A lot more than most people I know. I hope you've enjoyed it. I hope you haven't secretly been throwing tomatoes at your computer. Please, it's not the computer's fault. If it's really necessary to throw tomatoes, I suggest the neighbor's dog. Or you can save them into a large stinking pile and throw them at me when I get home. If you are so ticked off as to keep rotten tomatoes in your house for over a month, I'll stand still and let you throw them.
Here's to another six months, and the few and faithful readers! [clinks imaginary glass full of sparkling cider with other imaginary glasses of imaginary well-wishers]
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Really a Lot
So I think I have really a lot to say.
FSM project is on schedule, and should be done without too much trouble . Just sanding and staining yet to be done. I met with Dr. Cobb to decipher his handwriting, and I now think I know how to write an A paper for the final, which would totally rock my socks off.
Yesterday Prof Caroselli started class by saying, "I want all of you to share this very special moment with me," (not an announcement of her upcoming marriage as one student thought. She's an Episcopalian nun, people. ) and then started a powerpoint presentation - her first ever. It was totally hilarious.... I love her so much. It's too bad that I have trouble staying awake in her class. I know I'd get ticked if some student fell asleep in my class. But she's such a sweetheart.
In chapel yesterday Dr. Downing related a story which featured the Left Behind books and the English department. What really caught my attention was this part: "...They'd probably hate them, but everyone knows the English department is going to hell anyway." I laughed so hard. I'm part of the department that everyone knows is going to hell anyway! And, frankly, I think the Left Behind books have rather questionable theology, not to mention writing. Not to mention they last forever too long. Kind of like the Lemony Snickett books (although the writing in those is absolutely excellent).
A nursing lab monitor locked my stuff in the nursing lounge tonight at work. I had to hunt all over the building for someone to unlock it for me. Thank goodness it was a room the supervisors have keys for.... I tell you, those nursing labs are screwy.
Brice told me about these rocks that exorcise demons and spirits from computers. Apparently this goes with what he called the "magic black smoke theory" of computer science. See, there's this magic black smoke inside a computer that makes it run, and when the smoke gets out the computer won't work. I laughed my head off. I enjoy having him in our Habakkuk group.
I spent this afternoon sitting out on a blanket with Lucy and Sharon doing homework. It was so gorgeous! It almost made anthropology readings bearable. = ) Only three and a half more weeks of school left before finals.... Wow, this year has gone by fast.
Or, as Dr. Miller might say:
"it's-gone-by-fast-full-stop."
FSM project is on schedule, and should be done without too much trouble . Just sanding and staining yet to be done. I met with Dr. Cobb to decipher his handwriting, and I now think I know how to write an A paper for the final, which would totally rock my socks off.
Yesterday Prof Caroselli started class by saying, "I want all of you to share this very special moment with me," (not an announcement of her upcoming marriage as one student thought. She's an Episcopalian nun, people. ) and then started a powerpoint presentation - her first ever. It was totally hilarious.... I love her so much. It's too bad that I have trouble staying awake in her class. I know I'd get ticked if some student fell asleep in my class. But she's such a sweetheart.
In chapel yesterday Dr. Downing related a story which featured the Left Behind books and the English department. What really caught my attention was this part: "...They'd probably hate them, but everyone knows the English department is going to hell anyway." I laughed so hard. I'm part of the department that everyone knows is going to hell anyway! And, frankly, I think the Left Behind books have rather questionable theology, not to mention writing. Not to mention they last forever too long. Kind of like the Lemony Snickett books (although the writing in those is absolutely excellent).
A nursing lab monitor locked my stuff in the nursing lounge tonight at work. I had to hunt all over the building for someone to unlock it for me. Thank goodness it was a room the supervisors have keys for.... I tell you, those nursing labs are screwy.
Brice told me about these rocks that exorcise demons and spirits from computers. Apparently this goes with what he called the "magic black smoke theory" of computer science. See, there's this magic black smoke inside a computer that makes it run, and when the smoke gets out the computer won't work. I laughed my head off. I enjoy having him in our Habakkuk group.
I spent this afternoon sitting out on a blanket with Lucy and Sharon doing homework. It was so gorgeous! It almost made anthropology readings bearable. = ) Only three and a half more weeks of school left before finals.... Wow, this year has gone by fast.
Or, as Dr. Miller might say:
"it's-gone-by-fast-full-stop."
Monday, April 04, 2005
Laughing Out Loud
Today I think will be a day of quotes.
"...a little homeless - making it up as I go along." - Julia Kasdorf
Dr. Miller:
"...surrounded by cucumbers... more cucumbers than you could ever count... Ah, it's cucumbers for us!"
"Woah! He just called the bishops Sodomites!"
"Shyeawow!"
"We never wrecked our TV, but we came close!"
"Covenant Cops."
"I feel like if you're wearing slippers you should be running." - Liz
"...a little homeless - making it up as I go along." - Julia Kasdorf
Dr. Miller:
"...surrounded by cucumbers... more cucumbers than you could ever count... Ah, it's cucumbers for us!"
"Woah! He just called the bishops Sodomites!"
"Shyeawow!"
"We never wrecked our TV, but we came close!"
"Covenant Cops."
"I feel like if you're wearing slippers you should be running." - Liz
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Three Musketeers
I love the Three Musketeers. I love it so much. It's amazing. I'm happy now. Three Musketeers gave me an escape. I was out of my world and happy about it. Now, while I did have to eventually return to my world at the end of the book, I'd left it long enough. I don't feel irritated beyond belief by the entire world. I think that's a good sign, don't you?
Saturday, April 02, 2005
[Forcefully]
Wow, so, I have to say that I'm just really not happy right now. I'm not sure what it was about today that annoyed the bejeebers out of me. I think it was the lack of aloneness. I had no alone time whatsoever. And I feel crushed, violated, and annoyed. Seriously annoyed.
Please don't come near me for at least three hours.
Possibly longer.
Please don't come near me for at least three hours.
Possibly longer.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Continuation
To continue my newly re-established custom of updating daily, I'm here to update!
Today was good, except that I still have not received my history paper back, and I turned it in a month ago. It's a Friday, so I'm totally celebrating the fact that I'm going to stay up late tonight and sleep in tomorrow morning! It was gorgeous outside, and once again Shannon didn't make it to any of her classes because she was sunbathing. It was gorgeous outside, and once again I made it to all my classes, did my homework, and managed to sit outside for only an hour. It sucks to be an overacheiver.
I couldn't get a ticket to see Finding Neverland tonight, so I think I'm going to watch a movie with Lucy and Sharon if we can decide on one and if we decide that we don't have too much homework. So.... That could be cool.
It's the weekend! Rejoice! [The proletariat does a happy-crazy-lunatic-
where-are-the-guys-in-white-coats-dance]
Annnnnnnnnnddddd.....
Cut! Thaaaat's a wrap!
Today was good, except that I still have not received my history paper back, and I turned it in a month ago. It's a Friday, so I'm totally celebrating the fact that I'm going to stay up late tonight and sleep in tomorrow morning! It was gorgeous outside, and once again Shannon didn't make it to any of her classes because she was sunbathing. It was gorgeous outside, and once again I made it to all my classes, did my homework, and managed to sit outside for only an hour. It sucks to be an overacheiver.
I couldn't get a ticket to see Finding Neverland tonight, so I think I'm going to watch a movie with Lucy and Sharon if we can decide on one and if we decide that we don't have too much homework. So.... That could be cool.
It's the weekend! Rejoice! [The proletariat does a happy-crazy-lunatic-
where-are-the-guys-in-white-coats-dance]
Annnnnnnnnnddddd.....
Cut! Thaaaat's a wrap!
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