Terribly sorry for my awful delay. All of the sudden finals was done, and then I was home where the computer is old and the internet is slow, so all my Internetting is done at work where I can't really blog because I'm working... Just like I am now, but I feel like I must say SOMETHING.
So much has happened, and so much that I want to blog about, but I don't know how to do it all in an hour between weather breaks.
If I recall, my last blog only mentioned my first final. My others went smoothly, and now my grades are slowing popping into my transcript. I did well my first semester, and it is good to think that it will only get better from here. Perhaps not easier, but at least now I will know what I am doing.
When I should have been studying for religion... so it must have been Wednesday night, I went to the Mall with Britni, Kevin and Jared. I said that I would blog about it, so I am, and it is definitely blog worthy. Our main purpose was for Britni to buy some Christmas presents, but it was great to get into the festive mall spirit (But they made me go into Hollister... I have been tainted) afterwards... we went to IKEA!
Jared and I had never been there before, but for a furniture store it was pretty grand. I want to go there someday when I have a house and money. We had ice cream. It was fabulous.
On Thursday after the Religion Exam, Marrta and I went to the Mall of America to see Mrs. Stodola! She was busy with band stuff, but it was nice to see her, and who else showed up but Codey and Cody! Magnificence. Me and the Cod(e)ys went on the Sponge Bob Ride, I screamed a lot, and it was fun. yay.
Then we did some more christmas shopping and food eating. It was great to see Codey and Cody again, I have missed them a lot. It's a shame I haven't visited...
I was the last to move out on Friday, and I was so slow they locked Urness before I had all my stuff out. Because I was so frazzled at being locked out, I forgot my trumpet... BIG Mistake, and I have yet to practice with my old trumpet.
Since my return back to Ogilvie, my day to day schedule hasn't varied much. Wake up, eat candy, read, and watch Ugly Betty on my Lap top because our dvd player won't work. Luckily I've been working too, and I have some social plans for tomorrow at least.
Last night I started Reading Forrest Gump, and I am in love. It's one of those books that you can't read silently with people around, because you constantly want to share. So I read SIXTY SIX pages out loud to my parents last night. We are going to continue tonight. Meanwhile I have put the Secret History down for the time being.
I'll try to be a better blogger from now on.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Updates from the Lindell Front
As I slam back 6.5 fluid ounces of Starbucks Double shot that is the consistency of whipping cream, and that tastes strangely of bacon, I feel that I must document my time here. Here in the vortex of knowledge. Not the third floor, that is where all the cool knowledge accumulates before it ascends to the heavans... No, I am in the basement, the foundation, the core.
Sorry if this color is hard to read. I am feeling yellow.
I must remember not to drink my Naked Juice too fast... last time I did that I felt ill afterwards... *deep breath* this is it.
My first final was today, and I didn't run my morning as I would have liked. My alarm went off at six forty, but I didn't turn the snooze off until after seven when I decided that I'd just go to breakfast after eight... at eight, I decided that it would be ok for me to sleep until nine, I'll skip breakfast, and at nine, I might as well stay in bed until nine thirty... who needs food and hygiene anyway?
So I got up, brushed my teeth, dressed for war, and went to the first floor lounge to study with Britni. It was nice to review with her, and just brush up on the things from the other tests. Towards eleven I finally did shower, redressed for war, and went to lunch.
After lunch it was my Jury. I went right after Matt who was amazing, and I felt like such a first year. My tone is good, it always has been, but for some reason I didn't feel like I nailed it. All Bob had to say was that, "Your sound is getting better and that that is why you am here..." Shoot.
Spring Jury will be better. I will get a better piece, and and I will rock it so hard. SO HARD!
THen I ran back to my room to get my pen. Of course I could have mooched a pen from someone else, but I felt that I should be at my absolute best, and if that means that I will be writing with a black Pilot Precise V5, of perfect heft and calibur, then dangit, I'd better go back and get it.
Going into the exam I wasn't stressed. I hadn't read up on the Cold War like I should have, but at that point it was out of my control. Sure, I could have studied more, but I didn't, and being that there is nothing I could do about it, I went onward.
The test was easy. Yes, some terms and people escaped me, but Gus knows that that happens. I am about as confident as I was about my last exam... that one wasn't the greatest, but it was still ok, and I still love that class. Yay.
Instead of studying with Kathy and Katia for World Politics afterwards I went with Kathleen to the bank and to Perkins... Irresponsible? Probably. Enjoyable? For sure.
Now I am here. "Premium Coffee Drink" In my veins, some yummy Naked Juice to my right, a mounds bar to my left, and the Scholar Citizen writing prompt on a green post-it above my lappy. I am not the only one who isn't finished. I know where I am going with it, and if I can get it all out tonight, I will have time tomorrow to refine it and catch the "gremlins." Becki (who I talked to earlier to make sure she knew that I didn't hate her) said that she really didn't put much into her last paper... I am going to put what I can into it, and hopefully I won't fill it with too much fluff like last time. I should be ok... but I doubt that I am going to want to study for World Politics after this. (Score: I mentioned the Maastrict treaty in one of my History Essays! We never mentioned it in that class, but I used it! Heck yes!)
Sorry if this color is hard to read. I am feeling yellow.
I must remember not to drink my Naked Juice too fast... last time I did that I felt ill afterwards... *deep breath* this is it.
My first final was today, and I didn't run my morning as I would have liked. My alarm went off at six forty, but I didn't turn the snooze off until after seven when I decided that I'd just go to breakfast after eight... at eight, I decided that it would be ok for me to sleep until nine, I'll skip breakfast, and at nine, I might as well stay in bed until nine thirty... who needs food and hygiene anyway?
So I got up, brushed my teeth, dressed for war, and went to the first floor lounge to study with Britni. It was nice to review with her, and just brush up on the things from the other tests. Towards eleven I finally did shower, redressed for war, and went to lunch.
After lunch it was my Jury. I went right after Matt who was amazing, and I felt like such a first year. My tone is good, it always has been, but for some reason I didn't feel like I nailed it. All Bob had to say was that, "Your sound is getting better and that that is why you am here..." Shoot.
Spring Jury will be better. I will get a better piece, and and I will rock it so hard. SO HARD!
THen I ran back to my room to get my pen. Of course I could have mooched a pen from someone else, but I felt that I should be at my absolute best, and if that means that I will be writing with a black Pilot Precise V5, of perfect heft and calibur, then dangit, I'd better go back and get it.
Going into the exam I wasn't stressed. I hadn't read up on the Cold War like I should have, but at that point it was out of my control. Sure, I could have studied more, but I didn't, and being that there is nothing I could do about it, I went onward.
The test was easy. Yes, some terms and people escaped me, but Gus knows that that happens. I am about as confident as I was about my last exam... that one wasn't the greatest, but it was still ok, and I still love that class. Yay.
Instead of studying with Kathy and Katia for World Politics afterwards I went with Kathleen to the bank and to Perkins... Irresponsible? Probably. Enjoyable? For sure.
Now I am here. "Premium Coffee Drink" In my veins, some yummy Naked Juice to my right, a mounds bar to my left, and the Scholar Citizen writing prompt on a green post-it above my lappy. I am not the only one who isn't finished. I know where I am going with it, and if I can get it all out tonight, I will have time tomorrow to refine it and catch the "gremlins." Becki (who I talked to earlier to make sure she knew that I didn't hate her) said that she really didn't put much into her last paper... I am going to put what I can into it, and hopefully I won't fill it with too much fluff like last time. I should be ok... but I doubt that I am going to want to study for World Politics after this. (Score: I mentioned the Maastrict treaty in one of my History Essays! We never mentioned it in that class, but I used it! Heck yes!)
Monday, December 15, 2008
Off to see the Kraken
Nearly Eleven O'Clock Monday Night. My first final begins tomorrow at 1 o'clock. For some reason my brain is running at a bajillion miles an hour. I feel like I could write papers forever. Or not. I don't know HOW to write papers... and that is a problem. WHOOO! I at least want to write my intro paragraph and thesis. I don't know HOW!
I talked to Mrs. Erickson today. She helped me get some ideas and a format to run with. I think. At least I finished my WOrld Politics Paper... Holy Cow... I finished it!
Nice.
Just a few more hours now Lily.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I read some of the Secret History. AMAZING book! I love it. I had hoped that it would relax me enough to get me to sleep, but it's so INTENSE! BWAH! I can't wait to finish it!
I feel really powerful in my plum colored turtle necked sweater. I am going to wear a turtle neck tomorrow too... and war paint. Oh dear... I don't know nearly as much as I should about my History exam... Oh nonononono.
Mikey said that I can only know what I know, and that I've seen it all before. That makes me feel a bit better. If I go to sleep at one, and wake up at nine, I'll have gotten 8 hours of sleep. Then I'll shower and eat breakfast. I'll study with Britni, and then study some more, and play my jury (and kick ASS! (excuse me)) And then... Then I'll go upstairs to face the Kraken. AAAA!
Phil came to my dorm today. It was a delightful surprise... even though I had been napping. Like a Hogwarts Owl, he delivered to me a sealed envelope bearing my name, and within it were three challenges. I am really excited.
Just now, I got back from late night breakfast. It was action packed... Now... back to work.
I talked to Mrs. Erickson today. She helped me get some ideas and a format to run with. I think. At least I finished my WOrld Politics Paper... Holy Cow... I finished it!
Nice.
Just a few more hours now Lily.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I read some of the Secret History. AMAZING book! I love it. I had hoped that it would relax me enough to get me to sleep, but it's so INTENSE! BWAH! I can't wait to finish it!
I feel really powerful in my plum colored turtle necked sweater. I am going to wear a turtle neck tomorrow too... and war paint. Oh dear... I don't know nearly as much as I should about my History exam... Oh nonononono.
Mikey said that I can only know what I know, and that I've seen it all before. That makes me feel a bit better. If I go to sleep at one, and wake up at nine, I'll have gotten 8 hours of sleep. Then I'll shower and eat breakfast. I'll study with Britni, and then study some more, and play my jury (and kick ASS! (excuse me)) And then... Then I'll go upstairs to face the Kraken. AAAA!
Phil came to my dorm today. It was a delightful surprise... even though I had been napping. Like a Hogwarts Owl, he delivered to me a sealed envelope bearing my name, and within it were three challenges. I am really excited.
Just now, I got back from late night breakfast. It was action packed... Now... back to work.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Calendar 2009
ANd the winner is...
JOHN LENNON!
Of course. My poll was not an accurate demonstration of democracy, especially after discovering that all three of the LOST votes were from Alan. So when I went to the Calendar store yesterday with Laura and Kathleen, it was down to Bunnies and John Lennon. Though it was decided that Peace CAN be found found in Bunnies, John Lennon is even more of a personification... So, for the next 12 months I will have his resplendent facade to keep me company.
I did no studying yesterday, but as my facebook status proclaims, I am a MACHINE! However I am now ill.
From Noon until 20 after three I was in the library. I ate an apple, and a medium coffee with caffeine cocoa in it. I was WIRED! Now I am crashing... My poor abused body... Less than 48 hours until my first exam.
Soua is gone this weekend, so I have exploded all over the floor. Right now I am going to go to St. Paul to visit Daphne and go to her church. I am really excited. First I have to clean up so I look more like a human being than a studying machine. There's a difference.
JOHN LENNON!
Of course. My poll was not an accurate demonstration of democracy, especially after discovering that all three of the LOST votes were from Alan. So when I went to the Calendar store yesterday with Laura and Kathleen, it was down to Bunnies and John Lennon. Though it was decided that Peace CAN be found found in Bunnies, John Lennon is even more of a personification... So, for the next 12 months I will have his resplendent facade to keep me company.
I did no studying yesterday, but as my facebook status proclaims, I am a MACHINE! However I am now ill.
From Noon until 20 after three I was in the library. I ate an apple, and a medium coffee with caffeine cocoa in it. I was WIRED! Now I am crashing... My poor abused body... Less than 48 hours until my first exam.
Soua is gone this weekend, so I have exploded all over the floor. Right now I am going to go to St. Paul to visit Daphne and go to her church. I am really excited. First I have to clean up so I look more like a human being than a studying machine. There's a difference.
Friday, December 12, 2008
The further adventures of Polichick
It is a scarcely known detail, that when Polichick is not hitting the streets and knocking for change, she actually leads the life of first year college student. In fact, it has been a while since Polichick has even shown herself, and she is starting to wonder if the Polichicking buisiness is really a feasible career path.
Regardless, she still plans on being a super hero.
Tonight, her Alias, "Lily Morris" is laying low in Urness.
Being a college student is really taxing on Lily's super powers, having to deal with routines, papers, exams, friends, relationships. Ah yes, relationships... She sighs.
It doesn't matter though. Today the undercover Polichick was NOT PRODUCTIVE! She woke up late and went to class, skipping breakfast (but not forgetting to take her vitamins!) In class, she got a lousy score on her paper, and was so depressed that she went back to her dorm and slept until lunch... after which she slept off the rest of the bummed outedness until 2:15 to the amusement of her roommate (who had only gotten out of bed an hour earlier.) AWAKE and refreshed, she then... did nothing. By the time she'd read part of World POLITICS it was time for spa day and then dinner, and after dinner, it was facebook.
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THat is hard to keep up! Anyway. About half an hour ago, I was settling down into my table at the library when I noted the silence only to discover that I was THE ONLY ONE THERE! Oh yeah... there's this thing called "Fridays." So I am going to take it easy. Tonight only. Tomorrow, I need to get serious. SERIOUS.
I need to read the rest of World Politics- it is really good stuff, and I wish I would have been able to devote more energy to that class! I also need to get a rough draft of the Scholar Citizen paper out, AND if I am really awesome, I will write my Politics essay. Then I will be free to study up on History and Religion.... *whimper
I can't believe this whole week is done... only one week left.
The Women's Resource Center Spa day was magnificent. Ali, being the swell person that she is, signed us up for massages. They also had oils to make spritzers out of! I made one with lavendar, and have been spraying everything and everyone with it. It smells lovely. I also talked to the woman who is going to be my Foundations of Women's Studies Professor next semester. That class is going to be BOMB. :P
She said it's interdisciplinary, with History, Sociology, literature... and awesome. Yay!
Now I am having a dance party with myself and the Across the Universe Soundtrack until it's time for Dr. Pepper Pong at Elisabeth's. Hooray!
Regardless, she still plans on being a super hero.
Tonight, her Alias, "Lily Morris" is laying low in Urness.
Being a college student is really taxing on Lily's super powers, having to deal with routines, papers, exams, friends, relationships. Ah yes, relationships... She sighs.
It doesn't matter though. Today the undercover Polichick was NOT PRODUCTIVE! She woke up late and went to class, skipping breakfast (but not forgetting to take her vitamins!) In class, she got a lousy score on her paper, and was so depressed that she went back to her dorm and slept until lunch... after which she slept off the rest of the bummed outedness until 2:15 to the amusement of her roommate (who had only gotten out of bed an hour earlier.) AWAKE and refreshed, she then... did nothing. By the time she'd read part of World POLITICS it was time for spa day and then dinner, and after dinner, it was facebook.
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THat is hard to keep up! Anyway. About half an hour ago, I was settling down into my table at the library when I noted the silence only to discover that I was THE ONLY ONE THERE! Oh yeah... there's this thing called "Fridays." So I am going to take it easy. Tonight only. Tomorrow, I need to get serious. SERIOUS.
I need to read the rest of World Politics- it is really good stuff, and I wish I would have been able to devote more energy to that class! I also need to get a rough draft of the Scholar Citizen paper out, AND if I am really awesome, I will write my Politics essay. Then I will be free to study up on History and Religion.... *whimper
I can't believe this whole week is done... only one week left.
The Women's Resource Center Spa day was magnificent. Ali, being the swell person that she is, signed us up for massages. They also had oils to make spritzers out of! I made one with lavendar, and have been spraying everything and everyone with it. It smells lovely. I also talked to the woman who is going to be my Foundations of Women's Studies Professor next semester. That class is going to be BOMB. :P
She said it's interdisciplinary, with History, Sociology, literature... and awesome. Yay!
Now I am having a dance party with myself and the Across the Universe Soundtrack until it's time for Dr. Pepper Pong at Elisabeth's. Hooray!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Burnin' through the sky like a Tiger
Am I really getting a Lost Calendar? It would continue my Television/Pop Culture theme... but... I don't know! Regardless, I really need a calendar... I am really going to miss my Ugly Betty one. I can't believe 2008 is already nearly done!
My title is completely random, it just so happens that I am in a pretty good mood and I am listening to Queen.
Life has been pretty hectic since my last blog post. Vespers finished, I've gone to concerts, and denied the impending doom of finals. Today I get to go to the CCHP and talk for forty five minutes... not the full hour because I am going home with Marrta to get her car and to eat real food. Somehow I am going to try to justify this adventure by reading Rorty in the car. I hope I will actually be able to read and not be distracted... Lies.
! Rorty ! I feel like I got a lot out of Scholar Citizen today. I was awake, a little bit nourished, and my brain was working like mad! Amongst many things we learned that EDUCATION IS LIBERATION and that unmarried women live longer, as do people who go to church and sing in the shower.
MONDAY! When I went home over Thanksgiving, I won tickets to a John Lennon Tribute concert at First Avenue. Jenny and I went to that on Monday, and it now holds its place in my top three best days ever, only I forgot what my number one best day was.
I am going to start my papers tonight. There is also Pep, during which I am going to read about International Relations. Whoo! I feel like I get more done that way, because I am multi-tasking. Ugh. It's Wednesday, I don't know how to prepare for finals!
I am going to miss my first semester classes! Even World Politics!
AAAAH!
My title is completely random, it just so happens that I am in a pretty good mood and I am listening to Queen.
Life has been pretty hectic since my last blog post. Vespers finished, I've gone to concerts, and denied the impending doom of finals. Today I get to go to the CCHP and talk for forty five minutes... not the full hour because I am going home with Marrta to get her car and to eat real food. Somehow I am going to try to justify this adventure by reading Rorty in the car. I hope I will actually be able to read and not be distracted... Lies.
! Rorty ! I feel like I got a lot out of Scholar Citizen today. I was awake, a little bit nourished, and my brain was working like mad! Amongst many things we learned that EDUCATION IS LIBERATION and that unmarried women live longer, as do people who go to church and sing in the shower.
MONDAY! When I went home over Thanksgiving, I won tickets to a John Lennon Tribute concert at First Avenue. Jenny and I went to that on Monday, and it now holds its place in my top three best days ever, only I forgot what my number one best day was.
I am going to start my papers tonight. There is also Pep, during which I am going to read about International Relations. Whoo! I feel like I get more done that way, because I am multi-tasking. Ugh. It's Wednesday, I don't know how to prepare for finals!
I am going to miss my first semester classes! Even World Politics!
AAAAH!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Escapist Feminism? Or Relationship Abuse?
Josh Christianson implored that I read an article explaining why Twilight is destroying society. I read the article, and am forced to agree with many of the arguments stated. However, Josh himself claims to have more guilty pleasures than genuine interests, therefore do I not have the right to guilty pleasures as well? Especially as long as I can identify that Bella is a complete moron and that Edward is controlling.
YES! ROMANCE!
What does Ms. Swenson think!?! I must find out...
Last night I had my very first Vespers experience. Brass Chamber played our songs as people walked in, and then we went to the orchestra's set up room and waited for two hours. We played again, and then went home. I enjoyed it, and would like to follow suit tonight, but I have been asked to stay and actually watch the 8 o'clock service. I won't get home until 10, but at least I'll get to see it, and it sounds like it is really cool... I should. Between now and then I need to get dressed, eat food, and do SOME homework. This weekend barely counts as a weekend with Vespers and projects... and then we plunge head on into the week before finals. I am scared, but really happy that it's almost done.
YES! ROMANCE!
What does Ms. Swenson think!?! I must find out...
Last night I had my very first Vespers experience. Brass Chamber played our songs as people walked in, and then we went to the orchestra's set up room and waited for two hours. We played again, and then went home. I enjoyed it, and would like to follow suit tonight, but I have been asked to stay and actually watch the 8 o'clock service. I won't get home until 10, but at least I'll get to see it, and it sounds like it is really cool... I should. Between now and then I need to get dressed, eat food, and do SOME homework. This weekend barely counts as a weekend with Vespers and projects... and then we plunge head on into the week before finals. I am scared, but really happy that it's almost done.
Friday, December 5, 2008
I want a Norwegian Sweater
I am having a hard time feeling like doing anything. It's weird. This morning when I got (late) I caffeinated myself and went to my two morning classes. I loved the classes, and and was feeling good about myself, but as soon as I got back to my room, the glumness that has been about me recently settled in again.
Now I am feeling ill, and mad that I put on makeup, because now it looks bad and my eyes sting.
It's also making me angry how bad I am being at typing, and everytime I have to hit the backspace key I want to throw something that much more.
My eyes hurt and I am hostile. Heck yes.
Vespers later... kind of soon actually. Soon enough that I feel like it would be a waste to actually start something... but what am I going to do between now and then? I WISH MY EYES DIDN'T HURT! Even if I tried to wash them off, I'd still have awesome raccoon marks and, then they'd be all squinty and mad.
A "wow" (to regress to my Community Center Dream Girls days) Would be Velcommen Jul. I went to that with Marrta and some others and it was fun. The more I learn about Scandanavia, the prouder I get, and the more enamoured I am with it. Did you know that it was the Finns that invented the Molotov Cocktail? Well, they did. I want a Norwegian sweater.
I sat with a lady at the lunch thing afterwards, and she told me all about food, and the sweaters that you buy in Norway aren't really made in Norway. They are actually made with Norwegian wool in Korea, and then sent back to Norway. Upsetting.
Last night I went to the Drag show. I wasn't expecting it to be that BIG of a deal, but it was amazing! They actually had girls AND boys from the Gay 90s, and the amateurs in the contest were really good! Like I said, NOT what I was expecting. Scott and I were in a discussion once about how drag shows are degrading. Here are men dressing up how THEY think of women. In that sense they are making fun of Women. I can see how that would be if the makeup was really exaggerated, with bad hair and over generalized outfits, but the girls last night were really HOT! So I actually think it celebrates femininity. Scott continues to argue that it is demeaning saying, If someone was really good at black face, would that make it any less wrong?" Any thoughts?
I really need to wash this stupid make up off my face before I punch someone.
It sucks being this crabby, but I almost don't want to do anything about it.
Now I am feeling ill, and mad that I put on makeup, because now it looks bad and my eyes sting.
It's also making me angry how bad I am being at typing, and everytime I have to hit the backspace key I want to throw something that much more.
My eyes hurt and I am hostile. Heck yes.
Vespers later... kind of soon actually. Soon enough that I feel like it would be a waste to actually start something... but what am I going to do between now and then? I WISH MY EYES DIDN'T HURT! Even if I tried to wash them off, I'd still have awesome raccoon marks and, then they'd be all squinty and mad.
A "wow" (to regress to my Community Center Dream Girls days) Would be Velcommen Jul. I went to that with Marrta and some others and it was fun. The more I learn about Scandanavia, the prouder I get, and the more enamoured I am with it. Did you know that it was the Finns that invented the Molotov Cocktail? Well, they did. I want a Norwegian sweater.
I sat with a lady at the lunch thing afterwards, and she told me all about food, and the sweaters that you buy in Norway aren't really made in Norway. They are actually made with Norwegian wool in Korea, and then sent back to Norway. Upsetting.
Last night I went to the Drag show. I wasn't expecting it to be that BIG of a deal, but it was amazing! They actually had girls AND boys from the Gay 90s, and the amateurs in the contest were really good! Like I said, NOT what I was expecting. Scott and I were in a discussion once about how drag shows are degrading. Here are men dressing up how THEY think of women. In that sense they are making fun of Women. I can see how that would be if the makeup was really exaggerated, with bad hair and over generalized outfits, but the girls last night were really HOT! So I actually think it celebrates femininity. Scott continues to argue that it is demeaning saying, If someone was really good at black face, would that make it any less wrong?" Any thoughts?
I really need to wash this stupid make up off my face before I punch someone.
It sucks being this crabby, but I almost don't want to do anything about it.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Just 14 days left?
There's a song by Ani Difranco called "Fixing her Hair." It goes something like, "She's looking in the mirror, she's fixing her hair, and I touch my head to feel what isn't there." It's a sad song about being in an abusive relationship... but that's not why I mentioned it. I mentioned it because as I started this blog I heard that line and thought about not having hair. My hair is long and annoying, and I want to cut it off.
It is Wednesday already. I don't know what is happening to the time! Three o'clock is still too early to do work, so I am taking it easy.
At one twenty I went to the band room to sight read fanfares for a music composition class. I wasn't warmed up, and I don't think I did very well, but Amanda said I sounded ok. It made me feel like a professional musician. Afterwards I practiced for about twenty minutes, and discovered what a week without practicing can do to your face. Ouch.
Now I am here feeling guilty for not doing anything. My system isn't used to being caught up!
Yesterday I decided I am going to be a sociology minor. I don't know why but it kept coming into my head, and I wasn't exactly sure what it was. I knew it had to do with why people do what they do, but what else? I was looking forward to my 20th Century American History class, because I am excited to learn about the social movements, civil rights, and peace. I want to learn about why Vietnam was a big deal, I want to know what was really up with the hippie movement, and what happened to it.
The difference between History and Past is that the Past is what happened, and History is what we look at to figure out how the past affects us, and how it's going to change the future.
Thinking about that I decided that I wanted to keep learning about the how, and dive into the whys. Then I checked the Sociology department's website, and there's a whole class on the social movements of the 1960s! It fits!
History and Sociology. (Sociology is BLUE) ... are you going to teach?
No, but that doesn't mean that I am sure what exactly I am going to do yet.
I will work at a fancy dancy History museum in New York. I will be interviewed by the History channel. Lily Morris, PH.D Augsburg College.
OR. I will be the head of a team of Historians in a big Hollywood production directed by Baz Luhrmann. They will send me on missions around the world to find things out. Check facts, write briefs... That exists somewhere in the film industry right? I'll ask Adam. Anyway... Baz and I will become friends of course... and I'll go to Red Carpet premiers in pretty dresses escorted by Jim Sturgess, and/or Jackson so-and-so who plays Jasper in Twilight. Yep. I don't see why a History Major couldn't do those things. It's perfectly possible.
It is really frustrating to LOVE something as much as I love History, but then have to cringe at the careers available... (teach?) I cruised around a bit online and found out that a History major can pretty much do anything they want... but I don't know what I want.
Except for Red Carpet Movie Premiers.
It is Wednesday already. I don't know what is happening to the time! Three o'clock is still too early to do work, so I am taking it easy.
At one twenty I went to the band room to sight read fanfares for a music composition class. I wasn't warmed up, and I don't think I did very well, but Amanda said I sounded ok. It made me feel like a professional musician. Afterwards I practiced for about twenty minutes, and discovered what a week without practicing can do to your face. Ouch.
Now I am here feeling guilty for not doing anything. My system isn't used to being caught up!
Yesterday I decided I am going to be a sociology minor. I don't know why but it kept coming into my head, and I wasn't exactly sure what it was. I knew it had to do with why people do what they do, but what else? I was looking forward to my 20th Century American History class, because I am excited to learn about the social movements, civil rights, and peace. I want to learn about why Vietnam was a big deal, I want to know what was really up with the hippie movement, and what happened to it.
The difference between History and Past is that the Past is what happened, and History is what we look at to figure out how the past affects us, and how it's going to change the future.
Thinking about that I decided that I wanted to keep learning about the how, and dive into the whys. Then I checked the Sociology department's website, and there's a whole class on the social movements of the 1960s! It fits!
History and Sociology. (Sociology is BLUE) ... are you going to teach?
No, but that doesn't mean that I am sure what exactly I am going to do yet.
I will work at a fancy dancy History museum in New York. I will be interviewed by the History channel. Lily Morris, PH.D Augsburg College.
OR. I will be the head of a team of Historians in a big Hollywood production directed by Baz Luhrmann. They will send me on missions around the world to find things out. Check facts, write briefs... That exists somewhere in the film industry right? I'll ask Adam. Anyway... Baz and I will become friends of course... and I'll go to Red Carpet premiers in pretty dresses escorted by Jim Sturgess, and/or Jackson so-and-so who plays Jasper in Twilight. Yep. I don't see why a History Major couldn't do those things. It's perfectly possible.
It is really frustrating to LOVE something as much as I love History, but then have to cringe at the careers available... (teach?) I cruised around a bit online and found out that a History major can pretty much do anything they want... but I don't know what I want.
Except for Red Carpet Movie Premiers.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Easily Distracted
I just wasted a massive amount of time defending Stalingrad. All I did was type in Stalingrad to google to do research for History today... and on freeonlinegames.com there it was. I think the furthest I got was to level 5. So much skill... strategy... blood and vinegar. Someday I will be strong enough to keep those German forces (Under Paulus) away!!!
Whenever I think of Turrets I think of Garp, and that makes me happy.
...Arp...
It has been a while since my last blog, and in that time a lot has happened, considering the long weekend away from fast internet.
I came home on Wednesday to a completely re arrainged house. Even my room has been turned into a study of sorts... the bed only in there still because I will be coming back over the summer... which was something I hadn't planned on doing, but what my MOM talked me into!
My room is "clean" by Morris standards now... but... it's still such a difference from my dorm. My dorm is not full of dog and cat hair, and dust. Yuck. I felt like such an outsider... and that worries me. Am I detattaching from my bohemian upbringing? OH NO!
Thanksgiving itself wasn't that exciting. We went to Rick and Evadne's, and had a very traditional meal. I had been looking forward to curry and goat stomach! Nope. Just turkey and ham. We left from there early so I could get to Kbek and work. That was nice, I really like it there. Friday was slow, and I worked again in the evening, and on Saturday I was social.
Sara picked me and Savannah up, and we drove to Megan's house. From there we went to Cambridge and saw TWILIGHT! Yay! I liked it even more the second time, and I really can't wait until break to finish the book. It was great to be back with Megan, Sara and Savannah again. Afterwards we went to Pizza Hut, and then made a side trip to the health foods store to see if Charlie was working.
"Charlie?" Megan and Savannah inquire.
"You'll See," replies Lily and Sara.
And oh we saw! Ok... I just realized how much of a creeper this makes me. Yes I went to the Co-op to see a boy... and just see... god forbid we actualy talk to him! Yes I know his name, and yes, I just showed my friends.
Forgive me.
Ha!
Back at Megan's we played Bananagrams, and my first word was "Storge." I felt learned.
Then Sara brought me and Savannah home. In my drive way, in Sara's car, listening to the last track of Avenue Q, it felt like Marching band again.
Work. Again. Nicole visited me and showed me all the boys she's talked to, and told me about how awesome they all are. I really didn't care. I had just found out about Katie and was not in the mood to talk about boys, muchless Nicole's boys.
So I sulked.
When she finally left 3 hours later, Scott came and I whined to him. I feel bad because I always just whine with him, but he always makes me feel better.
Then he let me go home early. AT home I was still really bummed out about everything, and I couldn't sleep, so I took a bath and watched an episode of Ugly Betty Season 2. That calmed me down enough to be able to fall asleep.
Sunday I came back. Ali and Mitch gave me a ride. I like being back.
It has been a somber couple days around here though. Katie was a big part of Augsburg and the Honor's program. She really was an all around amazing person, and even though I never got to know her, she had impacted my life, and the lives of my friends. I feel strangely detattched from it all. She'll be back, you just wait.
And Josh Called last night, because I told him to. A "ten minute" conversation lasted an hour and a half. There was some anger, but in all, it was closure. Maybe I am not ready to move on yet, but I feel that a lot was said, and it was powerful.
I am going to be ok.
Whenever I think of Turrets I think of Garp, and that makes me happy.
...Arp...
It has been a while since my last blog, and in that time a lot has happened, considering the long weekend away from fast internet.
I came home on Wednesday to a completely re arrainged house. Even my room has been turned into a study of sorts... the bed only in there still because I will be coming back over the summer... which was something I hadn't planned on doing, but what my MOM talked me into!
My room is "clean" by Morris standards now... but... it's still such a difference from my dorm. My dorm is not full of dog and cat hair, and dust. Yuck. I felt like such an outsider... and that worries me. Am I detattaching from my bohemian upbringing? OH NO!
Thanksgiving itself wasn't that exciting. We went to Rick and Evadne's, and had a very traditional meal. I had been looking forward to curry and goat stomach! Nope. Just turkey and ham. We left from there early so I could get to Kbek and work. That was nice, I really like it there. Friday was slow, and I worked again in the evening, and on Saturday I was social.
Sara picked me and Savannah up, and we drove to Megan's house. From there we went to Cambridge and saw TWILIGHT! Yay! I liked it even more the second time, and I really can't wait until break to finish the book. It was great to be back with Megan, Sara and Savannah again. Afterwards we went to Pizza Hut, and then made a side trip to the health foods store to see if Charlie was working.
"Charlie?" Megan and Savannah inquire.
"You'll See," replies Lily and Sara.
And oh we saw! Ok... I just realized how much of a creeper this makes me. Yes I went to the Co-op to see a boy... and just see... god forbid we actualy talk to him! Yes I know his name, and yes, I just showed my friends.
Forgive me.
Ha!
Back at Megan's we played Bananagrams, and my first word was "Storge." I felt learned.
Then Sara brought me and Savannah home. In my drive way, in Sara's car, listening to the last track of Avenue Q, it felt like Marching band again.
Work. Again. Nicole visited me and showed me all the boys she's talked to, and told me about how awesome they all are. I really didn't care. I had just found out about Katie and was not in the mood to talk about boys, muchless Nicole's boys.
So I sulked.
When she finally left 3 hours later, Scott came and I whined to him. I feel bad because I always just whine with him, but he always makes me feel better.
Then he let me go home early. AT home I was still really bummed out about everything, and I couldn't sleep, so I took a bath and watched an episode of Ugly Betty Season 2. That calmed me down enough to be able to fall asleep.
Sunday I came back. Ali and Mitch gave me a ride. I like being back.
It has been a somber couple days around here though. Katie was a big part of Augsburg and the Honor's program. She really was an all around amazing person, and even though I never got to know her, she had impacted my life, and the lives of my friends. I feel strangely detattched from it all. She'll be back, you just wait.
And Josh Called last night, because I told him to. A "ten minute" conversation lasted an hour and a half. There was some anger, but in all, it was closure. Maybe I am not ready to move on yet, but I feel that a lot was said, and it was powerful.
I am going to be ok.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
The Third Floor of the Library is Dangerous!
I need to remember not to come here if I need to study seriously. I've been here a few times before, to use the study rooms, and just a couple days ago to grab some books on Beirut... I guess the thought might have crossed my mind that there would be a whole floor dedicated to HISTORY... but... you know... whatever...
Wait, what?
From where I sit I am being stared down by, "The Cold War," "The Soviet Bloc; Unity and Conflict,"The Purge," "Years of Infamy," and "Hitler's Death Camp." Just today I was going to talk to Gus about there ever being a class just about World Wars I or II.
I can't focus...
As I walked in, I passed a whole shelf full of the Tudors, in front of me is a shelf full of France, who KNOWS what else is up here! Gazing down the aisles is almost a meditative experience. To just imagine all the words in those books, and what those words are telling... ALL that information? That HISTORY? OMG!
I'm glad I'm a nerd.
I want to read everything in these books. I want to know all about everything that has ever happened... Ever.
Ok, so that's a bit much. Certainly many of these books repeat themselves, and plenty more probably just reiterate basic information... so there really is hope for me to learn everything, without reading all the books on the third floor.
It's not like I have time to read anyway. I was really looking forward to finishing Twilight this week, and then to even try to finish The Secret History over break, but I don't think either of those are in my future. I have to read an insane amount for World Politics, because I haven't been due to the Simulation, and there's still The Freedom of a Christian and Night for Quanbeck... That's my break. :)
Not too bad I guess. I am really caught up, and I never thought that would happen... of course "Caught up" really just means I am not as behind as before... but still, it feels good.
Anyway, enough of that.
I don't want to spend much more time here, because I need to print off and highlight my rant filled Crockett paper, BUT we watched the Honor's video last night.
I remember reading Ali's blog last year, and I remember her saying how weird it was to watch us those first couple, "Get to know you" days. We watched the silly games we played, and how awkward we were with eachother. How strange to think that we were all so NEW just a couple months ago! NOW, we know everyone's names, we are friends, and we are all so familiar! I am really sad that that is done.
... Or is it?
Wait, what?
From where I sit I am being stared down by, "The Cold War," "The Soviet Bloc; Unity and Conflict,"The Purge," "Years of Infamy," and "Hitler's Death Camp." Just today I was going to talk to Gus about there ever being a class just about World Wars I or II.
I can't focus...
As I walked in, I passed a whole shelf full of the Tudors, in front of me is a shelf full of France, who KNOWS what else is up here! Gazing down the aisles is almost a meditative experience. To just imagine all the words in those books, and what those words are telling... ALL that information? That HISTORY? OMG!
I'm glad I'm a nerd.
I want to read everything in these books. I want to know all about everything that has ever happened... Ever.
Ok, so that's a bit much. Certainly many of these books repeat themselves, and plenty more probably just reiterate basic information... so there really is hope for me to learn everything, without reading all the books on the third floor.
It's not like I have time to read anyway. I was really looking forward to finishing Twilight this week, and then to even try to finish The Secret History over break, but I don't think either of those are in my future. I have to read an insane amount for World Politics, because I haven't been due to the Simulation, and there's still The Freedom of a Christian and Night for Quanbeck... That's my break. :)
Not too bad I guess. I am really caught up, and I never thought that would happen... of course "Caught up" really just means I am not as behind as before... but still, it feels good.
Anyway, enough of that.
I don't want to spend much more time here, because I need to print off and highlight my rant filled Crockett paper, BUT we watched the Honor's video last night.
I remember reading Ali's blog last year, and I remember her saying how weird it was to watch us those first couple, "Get to know you" days. We watched the silly games we played, and how awkward we were with eachother. How strange to think that we were all so NEW just a couple months ago! NOW, we know everyone's names, we are friends, and we are all so familiar! I am really sad that that is done.
... Or is it?
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Good morning starshine, the Earth says Hello!
It's before Noon on a Sunday... why am I out of bed? Especially after being up until two last night?!
This does not compute.
I am grateful though, that it adds a couple more precious hours into my day.
Last night marked the end of the 2008 Honors production. It went SO well, but now it's over. All those hours of practicing, and planning... the laughter and frustrated roars... over. I am really going to miss my sexy table dance, but more than that I am going to miss the comraderie of my fellow Honors students. I was in an amazing group, with extraordinary people, and now we aren't going to see as much of eachother.
I suppose we'll occaisionally sit an elitist Honors table at dinner, but that's going to be it. I have to keep reminding myself that this is only our first year, that there are three and a half left, and in that time many great things will happen, and friendships will be made.
However, I worry about myself, who would rather hole up in her room on weekends than hang out with her friends... much less make new ones.
Our play was last, so that left plenty of time for the nerves to get wound up, but once we got out there, everything went smoothly, and the crowd loved it.
Andrew Shaved his head so he could look more like Bert. It's ridiculous.
The After Party was pretty low-key. We spent a very long time playing catchphrase, which SOMEHOW evolved into STRIP catchphrase (Don't worry, no one was naked!) When that dispersed a few of us went to Julie and Laura's room and watched a movie that Andrew made. Then, for who knows how long we just sat around doing "Would you rathers." It was very ... special. :)
At the CCHP I was asked-when worrying about the future- what it's going to be that I will look back on and say, "I wish I would have done that in college," and you know, there is nothing. I am doing everything I'd dreamed of doing! This is the college all my hopes and aspirations has created.
I am discovering who I am, as corny as that sounds. I know that some things aren't as glorious as my fantasies portrayed, and that it's OK not to enjoy doing them. I know that I'm growing up, and away from Ogilvie, Minnesota. I still don't know what's next, but that's ok. I still like reading books, even though I've discovered that I am a comparatively slow reader. I still like watching movies when I have time. I am still, if not more so annoyingly optimistic and bubbly. I am, more than ever before, Lily Morris.
It really is a great feeling.
This does not compute.
I am grateful though, that it adds a couple more precious hours into my day.
Last night marked the end of the 2008 Honors production. It went SO well, but now it's over. All those hours of practicing, and planning... the laughter and frustrated roars... over. I am really going to miss my sexy table dance, but more than that I am going to miss the comraderie of my fellow Honors students. I was in an amazing group, with extraordinary people, and now we aren't going to see as much of eachother.
I suppose we'll occaisionally sit an elitist Honors table at dinner, but that's going to be it. I have to keep reminding myself that this is only our first year, that there are three and a half left, and in that time many great things will happen, and friendships will be made.
However, I worry about myself, who would rather hole up in her room on weekends than hang out with her friends... much less make new ones.
Our play was last, so that left plenty of time for the nerves to get wound up, but once we got out there, everything went smoothly, and the crowd loved it.
Andrew Shaved his head so he could look more like Bert. It's ridiculous.
The After Party was pretty low-key. We spent a very long time playing catchphrase, which SOMEHOW evolved into STRIP catchphrase (Don't worry, no one was naked!) When that dispersed a few of us went to Julie and Laura's room and watched a movie that Andrew made. Then, for who knows how long we just sat around doing "Would you rathers." It was very ... special. :)
At the CCHP I was asked-when worrying about the future- what it's going to be that I will look back on and say, "I wish I would have done that in college," and you know, there is nothing. I am doing everything I'd dreamed of doing! This is the college all my hopes and aspirations has created.
I am discovering who I am, as corny as that sounds. I know that some things aren't as glorious as my fantasies portrayed, and that it's OK not to enjoy doing them. I know that I'm growing up, and away from Ogilvie, Minnesota. I still don't know what's next, but that's ok. I still like reading books, even though I've discovered that I am a comparatively slow reader. I still like watching movies when I have time. I am still, if not more so annoyingly optimistic and bubbly. I am, more than ever before, Lily Morris.
It really is a great feeling.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
My Kind of Thanksgiving!
One of the reasons why "Volunteering" is listed as one of my activities/interests on facebook is because you almost ALWAYS get fed.
It's true. Knock on doors for three hours, free pop and pizza. Hold chicks and answer questions for four hours, get free food tickets, hold snakes and answer questions, free breakfast, Dish out turkey and pumpkin pie at a Multi-ethnic Thanksgiving, get the biggest plate of AWESOME food you've ever had.
Maybe it is because I hadn't eaten all day, but the whole experience was a blast.
Today in History, Britni my RA was sitting behind me. She asked what I was doing this evening, and I said, "Nothing" Because if you don't count the hours of reading I still should do, it's true. She then told me about Turkey Palooza that Campus Kitchens was doing over at the Brian Coyle center, and she wanted to know if I would like to go with her for a couple hours. I said that I would, because I think it is physically impossible for me to say no to people.
At Four Forty she and I went to Anderson, and from there we walked IN THE COLD to the Brian Coyle Center.
Laura, Ryan and I stationed ourselves at the "Traditional Thanksgiving" table. The Turkey ran out fast, so I scooped pie after a while. We were at the end of the line so no one really wanted our food because their plates were full. It wasn't long at all until just about everyone had gone through, and we could get food. There wasn't much left, but it was DELICIOUS. Some of the spices reminded me of our Jamaican Thanksgivings, and it made me really excited for next Thursday.
Not to mention the overall good feeling I get from Volunteering!
It's almost Eight. Britni invited me to a Seminar that some of her friends are putting on... it's in eight minutes... Maybe I'll go. It's about Sex. Who doesn't like learning about sex?
I should also be writing my Crockett paper, and catching up in Religion... but... sex!
Tee hee.
It's true. Knock on doors for three hours, free pop and pizza. Hold chicks and answer questions for four hours, get free food tickets, hold snakes and answer questions, free breakfast, Dish out turkey and pumpkin pie at a Multi-ethnic Thanksgiving, get the biggest plate of AWESOME food you've ever had.
Maybe it is because I hadn't eaten all day, but the whole experience was a blast.
Today in History, Britni my RA was sitting behind me. She asked what I was doing this evening, and I said, "Nothing" Because if you don't count the hours of reading I still should do, it's true. She then told me about Turkey Palooza that Campus Kitchens was doing over at the Brian Coyle center, and she wanted to know if I would like to go with her for a couple hours. I said that I would, because I think it is physically impossible for me to say no to people.
At Four Forty she and I went to Anderson, and from there we walked IN THE COLD to the Brian Coyle Center.
Laura, Ryan and I stationed ourselves at the "Traditional Thanksgiving" table. The Turkey ran out fast, so I scooped pie after a while. We were at the end of the line so no one really wanted our food because their plates were full. It wasn't long at all until just about everyone had gone through, and we could get food. There wasn't much left, but it was DELICIOUS. Some of the spices reminded me of our Jamaican Thanksgivings, and it made me really excited for next Thursday.
Not to mention the overall good feeling I get from Volunteering!
It's almost Eight. Britni invited me to a Seminar that some of her friends are putting on... it's in eight minutes... Maybe I'll go. It's about Sex. Who doesn't like learning about sex?
I should also be writing my Crockett paper, and catching up in Religion... but... sex!
Tee hee.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Happiness is a warm gun?
I feel like I look really cool today. I look like a college student. A really preppy, prudish college student. I like it.
My Grandma sent me a box full of sweaters. AWESOME Sweaters, because I told her that I didn't have enough and that I was cold. Right now I am wearing a white knit turtleneck sweater with my hair down, blue jeans and green converse. Technically, to complete the aura, I should be wearing slacks, but I have none. I told my mom about my box of sweaters, and my hat and gloves, and she told me that I "Got her present!" I guess sweaters, hats, and gloves are THE present that she would get each year. Part of that is what makes me happy; that as I go through my day wearing my knit sweater and jeans, that a collegiate MOTHER of mine could have been walking about just as I, attired in a similar fashion. :) Or maybe Helen Holm from Garp... only she'd be wearing slacks... Jenny from Forrest Gump, Lucy from Across the Universe... Hmm... am I seeing a familiar trend?
ALSO, this morning with my mostly wool pea-coat (is that what they are called?) and white sweater, I looked really serious. I liked it. Kind of how last night in my black concert out fit, I looked like I could have been a lawyer.
Our first band concert last night was really good. THe first half was definitely better, but it was a great, painless concert. I felt like I did a good job, and that I will only keep getting better. No more band until next semester now, and that really bums me out. I really look forward to it on band days... but it's not like I don't still have Jazz band and Brass Chamber. I think I'll make it.
We register tomorrow for second semester classes. I am still pretty torn between foundations of Women's studies, and a biology lab. THe latter of which I'll have to take to graduate eventually, so why not get it out of the way? But Women's studies would be a fun class, and it is a prerequisite for other classes I'll want to take in the future anyway... SO...
Hmph.
I have until tomorrow.
The Marching Band Concert was by solid definition, BANDGASMIC. MMMMmMMmMMMmM! Everything was so clean and precise! AMAZING! AND I got to see Codey at intermission. It has been months since I've seen him, and gee do I love that boy.
The Exterminator is coming today. I really don't want them to. I drew a sad mouse on our white board.
LAST Scholar Citizen practice tonight!
For now, I am off to get some caffeine, and read because I am terribly behind.
Vote in my calendar poll. I need to know.
My Grandma sent me a box full of sweaters. AWESOME Sweaters, because I told her that I didn't have enough and that I was cold. Right now I am wearing a white knit turtleneck sweater with my hair down, blue jeans and green converse. Technically, to complete the aura, I should be wearing slacks, but I have none. I told my mom about my box of sweaters, and my hat and gloves, and she told me that I "Got her present!" I guess sweaters, hats, and gloves are THE present that she would get each year. Part of that is what makes me happy; that as I go through my day wearing my knit sweater and jeans, that a collegiate MOTHER of mine could have been walking about just as I, attired in a similar fashion. :) Or maybe Helen Holm from Garp... only she'd be wearing slacks... Jenny from Forrest Gump, Lucy from Across the Universe... Hmm... am I seeing a familiar trend?
ALSO, this morning with my mostly wool pea-coat (is that what they are called?) and white sweater, I looked really serious. I liked it. Kind of how last night in my black concert out fit, I looked like I could have been a lawyer.
Our first band concert last night was really good. THe first half was definitely better, but it was a great, painless concert. I felt like I did a good job, and that I will only keep getting better. No more band until next semester now, and that really bums me out. I really look forward to it on band days... but it's not like I don't still have Jazz band and Brass Chamber. I think I'll make it.
We register tomorrow for second semester classes. I am still pretty torn between foundations of Women's studies, and a biology lab. THe latter of which I'll have to take to graduate eventually, so why not get it out of the way? But Women's studies would be a fun class, and it is a prerequisite for other classes I'll want to take in the future anyway... SO...
Hmph.
I have until tomorrow.
The Marching Band Concert was by solid definition, BANDGASMIC. MMMMmMMmMMMmM! Everything was so clean and precise! AMAZING! AND I got to see Codey at intermission. It has been months since I've seen him, and gee do I love that boy.
The Exterminator is coming today. I really don't want them to. I drew a sad mouse on our white board.
LAST Scholar Citizen practice tonight!
For now, I am off to get some caffeine, and read because I am terribly behind.
Vote in my calendar poll. I need to know.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Morning After
I'm ragged as I roll out of Jenny's bed. The remains of my eye make up smeared down my face, and the tell-tale party mark of ink from my hand now imprinted clearly on cheek.
Glitterball 2.0 went down last night, and my fears were confirmed. We were the youngest. It was barely glam but Hair Metal. Not everyone had a good time.
In theory it was pretty freaking sweet... but in the end, more of the kind of thing I'd like to work at than attend. We were far too young... and I don't know what else to say.
The experience was also enough for me to realize that that simply isn't my scene. Of course all through high school I day dreamed relentlessly about it... but really? It's a scene... and it is passed. My Friday nights should be spent in my comfort zone; in my room reading books, or watching movies... maybe occaisionally hitting a concert when aplicable... but nothing crazy.
I don't know. I guess I am indifferent.
Now I have a full saturday spread out before me. Soon I must start finishing Einstein and No God But God. First I am going to eat my breakfast of trail mix, potato chips and gingerale.
I don't feel like changing out of my zebra print pajama pants.
Glitterball 2.0 went down last night, and my fears were confirmed. We were the youngest. It was barely glam but Hair Metal. Not everyone had a good time.
In theory it was pretty freaking sweet... but in the end, more of the kind of thing I'd like to work at than attend. We were far too young... and I don't know what else to say.
The experience was also enough for me to realize that that simply isn't my scene. Of course all through high school I day dreamed relentlessly about it... but really? It's a scene... and it is passed. My Friday nights should be spent in my comfort zone; in my room reading books, or watching movies... maybe occaisionally hitting a concert when aplicable... but nothing crazy.
I don't know. I guess I am indifferent.
Now I have a full saturday spread out before me. Soon I must start finishing Einstein and No God But God. First I am going to eat my breakfast of trail mix, potato chips and gingerale.
I don't feel like changing out of my zebra print pajama pants.
Friday, November 14, 2008
P-e-p B-a-n-d Pep Band Pep Band!
I really shouldn't be typing in my freshly (poorly) painted fingernails. They are yellow to go with my sweet out fit for tomorrow. I can't believe we're actually going! Only Sara told her friend that David Bowie was actually going to be there. Now I feel bad.
It is really late, but I had two big glasses of Coke at ten, so that's probably why I am still awake. Day three with no Facebook. It's starting to not bother me as much. I just check my email and blog more.
(I think that after my nails are yellow, I am going to paint them a dark color like they were at summer camp... that was fun.)
So, today was a full Thursday, like any Thursday. We got out of Quanbeck's class early so we could eat before Augsem. AUGSEM! We left a little after 11:30 to go to the Temple Israel in Uptown. To Andrew's (creepy) delight we got to ride in Quanbeck's SUV. I will admit that that was pretty cool.
The Temple Israel is a Reform Synagogue. You can tell because "Temple" is in the name. It is a beautiful building, and inside we sat as our guide explained what it means to be a Reform Jew here in Minneapolis. Even though we've been learning a lot in class, just like going to the Mosque, there was so much more of an impact actually being there. I've discovered that I really love Religion. Perhaps even enough to seriously consider a Religion Minor. I love the complexities of it all, and how in the end EVERYONE just wants to Love, and be Loved. I can dig that. Judaism is really neat, and I want to learn more!
I got back from Augsem with barely enough time to make it to History, where I took an exam and revelled in my own splendor. THere were some questions that I answered in a bland fashion, but on the questions I did know, which was a lot, I KICKED BUTT. Seriously, I rocked that Exam. I keep telling myself this... and I hope it proves at least a little bit true.
I AM A HISTORY MAJOR! AAAAA! HISTORY!
Sorry. Even the word: H I S T O R Y. It looks so grand! So Noble. Heavy. Vital. MmmmMMM!
What am I going to do with it?
Be Awesome. Duh.
No. I am going to grow up to be Donald Gustafson.
It will be fabulous.
From History, I left pumped, checked my mail, got my two new posters, celebrated my victory with some people, and then went to Jazz Band, which I also think I am conquering. Of course there are some parts on a few songs that I botch or simply don't play, but overall I pretty much rock Fourth Trumpet.
I did some math today, and IF I practice just thirty minutes a day, then I play my trumpet for 2 hours total EVERY DAY. MORE on Mondays. How cool is that? I wonder if I'd have to take Music Theory to be a music minor...
After Jazz band I ate a very unfortunate dinner, and went to the METRODOME for pep band. Sad story: The entire Pep Band ALONG with ALL it's equipment could fit into ONE elevator. ONE! We took up a tiny two rows of seats, and probably couldn't be heard. It was pretty weak... Then the football players lost.
Boo.
(Stupid fingernail just ate a paragraph)
We ate at Davanni's after. We were obnoxious.
We didn't finish eating until after ten thirty, at which time I went to the Library to find Andrew, which I did. He was working on his Religion project (WHO was pope during World War 1? Pope Benedict XVI of course... WWII? Pius IX. I might have the numbers mixed up... but it's fun to know... or at least feel like I know.) I read Crockett's paper. THough I didn't take notes, I wish I had, but I still look forward to discussing it tomorrow.
Being in Honors is probably the best thing ever. On SO many levels. I can't wait to see what it's going to do to me in four years!
I should sleep. It is past one and I have a big day tomorrow. I'm listening to the Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack and getting pumped to see Ewan McGregor's glittered body. I REALLY hope that Glitterball is as good as it looks.
LAST DAY OF BAND TOMORROW! SAD!
It is really late, but I had two big glasses of Coke at ten, so that's probably why I am still awake. Day three with no Facebook. It's starting to not bother me as much. I just check my email and blog more.
(I think that after my nails are yellow, I am going to paint them a dark color like they were at summer camp... that was fun.)
So, today was a full Thursday, like any Thursday. We got out of Quanbeck's class early so we could eat before Augsem. AUGSEM! We left a little after 11:30 to go to the Temple Israel in Uptown. To Andrew's (creepy) delight we got to ride in Quanbeck's SUV. I will admit that that was pretty cool.
The Temple Israel is a Reform Synagogue. You can tell because "Temple" is in the name. It is a beautiful building, and inside we sat as our guide explained what it means to be a Reform Jew here in Minneapolis. Even though we've been learning a lot in class, just like going to the Mosque, there was so much more of an impact actually being there. I've discovered that I really love Religion. Perhaps even enough to seriously consider a Religion Minor. I love the complexities of it all, and how in the end EVERYONE just wants to Love, and be Loved. I can dig that. Judaism is really neat, and I want to learn more!
I got back from Augsem with barely enough time to make it to History, where I took an exam and revelled in my own splendor. THere were some questions that I answered in a bland fashion, but on the questions I did know, which was a lot, I KICKED BUTT. Seriously, I rocked that Exam. I keep telling myself this... and I hope it proves at least a little bit true.
I AM A HISTORY MAJOR! AAAAA! HISTORY!
Sorry. Even the word: H I S T O R Y. It looks so grand! So Noble. Heavy. Vital. MmmmMMM!
What am I going to do with it?
Be Awesome. Duh.
No. I am going to grow up to be Donald Gustafson.
It will be fabulous.
From History, I left pumped, checked my mail, got my two new posters, celebrated my victory with some people, and then went to Jazz Band, which I also think I am conquering. Of course there are some parts on a few songs that I botch or simply don't play, but overall I pretty much rock Fourth Trumpet.
I did some math today, and IF I practice just thirty minutes a day, then I play my trumpet for 2 hours total EVERY DAY. MORE on Mondays. How cool is that? I wonder if I'd have to take Music Theory to be a music minor...
After Jazz band I ate a very unfortunate dinner, and went to the METRODOME for pep band. Sad story: The entire Pep Band ALONG with ALL it's equipment could fit into ONE elevator. ONE! We took up a tiny two rows of seats, and probably couldn't be heard. It was pretty weak... Then the football players lost.
Boo.
(Stupid fingernail just ate a paragraph)
We ate at Davanni's after. We were obnoxious.
We didn't finish eating until after ten thirty, at which time I went to the Library to find Andrew, which I did. He was working on his Religion project (WHO was pope during World War 1? Pope Benedict XVI of course... WWII? Pius IX. I might have the numbers mixed up... but it's fun to know... or at least feel like I know.) I read Crockett's paper. THough I didn't take notes, I wish I had, but I still look forward to discussing it tomorrow.
Being in Honors is probably the best thing ever. On SO many levels. I can't wait to see what it's going to do to me in four years!
I should sleep. It is past one and I have a big day tomorrow. I'm listening to the Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack and getting pumped to see Ewan McGregor's glittered body. I REALLY hope that Glitterball is as good as it looks.
LAST DAY OF BAND TOMORROW! SAD!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
25 Hours and 37 Minutes
24 hours in. I look around me, and I see happy faces on Facebook profiles everywhere. Not I. I sit here doing other... not quite so efficient, but productive things. Like responding to emails from home, and blogging. Worthy feats?
It has been a LONG facebookless day. Though simply knowing that I can't helps to keep my mind off of it, and it suddenly doesn't seem important! Will my self control prevail? Probably not.
In lieu of facebook, I spent 5 hours in the library last night reading, and making a freaking sweet study guide for myself. There are five pages of it, and I am seriously going to rock this History exam... or at least I hope so. I'll rock it harder than I did last time.
Einstein is officially my hero, and maybe going through on getting that calendar will turn out for the better. He said so many things that simply make SO MUCH SENSE, I can't help but love the man!
AAAAAND... Rasputin.
Need I elaborate? Everyone else in the world knew about why he was important, except me, so I am alone in my newfound historical glee. I think he really did have super powers. I think people STILL have healing powers. Maybe he was just using manipulation and hyptnotism, BUT HE STILL MADE TSAREVITCH ALEXEI'S PAIN GO AWAY. What if he WAS sent by God? What if what if!
Jenny and I made significant progress on our Beatles Anthology Puzzle last night. We completed the borders, and were able to attatch Abbey Road, Sgt. Pepper, and some other chunks, and start to put together Paul's face. I wanted to make John's Face complete, but aside from the glasses, the pieces could belong to George, Ringo OR John...
Is there anything happening tonight? I don't think so... I hope not. I'll spend it in the library again, making SURE I do well on the History Exam. People keep saying that the History class I am taking is the hardest 100 level History class offered. Aside from the pure luck you sometimes need to remember details for the quizzes, I actually find it pretty simple and fun. I want MORE classes like it!
I've been playing with my Spring Schedule. I plan on taking Honors Liberating Letters and Effective Writing, 20th Century American History, and Foundations of Women's Studies, along with Band, Jazz Band, Brass Chamber and lessons. Still quite the full schedule but I think I can do it.
(I miss facebook!)
It has been a LONG facebookless day. Though simply knowing that I can't helps to keep my mind off of it, and it suddenly doesn't seem important! Will my self control prevail? Probably not.
In lieu of facebook, I spent 5 hours in the library last night reading, and making a freaking sweet study guide for myself. There are five pages of it, and I am seriously going to rock this History exam... or at least I hope so. I'll rock it harder than I did last time.
Einstein is officially my hero, and maybe going through on getting that calendar will turn out for the better. He said so many things that simply make SO MUCH SENSE, I can't help but love the man!
AAAAAND... Rasputin.
Need I elaborate? Everyone else in the world knew about why he was important, except me, so I am alone in my newfound historical glee. I think he really did have super powers. I think people STILL have healing powers. Maybe he was just using manipulation and hyptnotism, BUT HE STILL MADE TSAREVITCH ALEXEI'S PAIN GO AWAY. What if he WAS sent by God? What if what if!
Jenny and I made significant progress on our Beatles Anthology Puzzle last night. We completed the borders, and were able to attatch Abbey Road, Sgt. Pepper, and some other chunks, and start to put together Paul's face. I wanted to make John's Face complete, but aside from the glasses, the pieces could belong to George, Ringo OR John...
Is there anything happening tonight? I don't think so... I hope not. I'll spend it in the library again, making SURE I do well on the History Exam. People keep saying that the History class I am taking is the hardest 100 level History class offered. Aside from the pure luck you sometimes need to remember details for the quizzes, I actually find it pretty simple and fun. I want MORE classes like it!
I've been playing with my Spring Schedule. I plan on taking Honors Liberating Letters and Effective Writing, 20th Century American History, and Foundations of Women's Studies, along with Band, Jazz Band, Brass Chamber and lessons. Still quite the full schedule but I think I can do it.
(I miss facebook!)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Habits
I need to try something.
One week, NO Facebook. I think that if I were able to make it just one week, I would no longer be dependent on that stupid site for my happiness. After that one week, I would still go on to check in, but it would not consume me. I would not see my computer solely as a link to the outside world... And not even the outside world! Last night when I was trying to type my history paper, I was chatting with Andrew... who was sitting at the same table as me.
This needs to end. Dante is a TOOL to be used for academic accelearation (and blogging.) NOT for spending hours stalking myself. Seems pretty logical to me.
When will I try this networkless week? Right now, at Eleven o-two on Tuesday morning? Why not now? No Facebook until eleven o-two NEXT Tuesday. You are all my witnesses.
There, I changed my status... whew... this will be tough.
I hope that this pink font doesn't clash horribly with my background, it's just that I am in a soft pink mood this morning. My Religion group met this morning in Luther, and Becky made SCONES. All we determined was which parts we are all going to do, and when to meet next. Being that I am in the library right now, I should look up some books and start making notecards. Sooner rather than later. That is something I need to work at, and I think with facebook out of my life, it will be easier.
This morning I woke up at seven twenty with every intention to GET up, and go to breakfast, and then work on my History paper. I didn't get out of bed until 8:45, and by then my book was due back to the library. My paper is decent. I might check to see if there are any books left so I can finish reading about Rasputin, but being that it's crunch time, I doubt that will happen.
Days like yesterday spent reading about poor Tsar Nicholas II and his family make me remember why I am a history major. History Majors do a lot of reading. That's just how it works. Then magically, through all of those words knowledge is implanted into my brain, and I sigh and say, "Oh Yes!"
Remember in the beginning of the year when I said that I would only have to be neat for one month, and it would form a new habit? Well, the month passed, I came out of my shell, and with that so did my untidy tendencies. It is horrible. My room, like Dante, is a tool. At least my desk. My desk is a place for me to sit, and ACCOMPLISH the tasks required for my success. So why can't I see it?
Bad Habit #1: Facebook
Bad Habit #2: Slobbery
Bad Habit #3: Morning Routine
Why wait for the New Year?
One week, NO Facebook. I think that if I were able to make it just one week, I would no longer be dependent on that stupid site for my happiness. After that one week, I would still go on to check in, but it would not consume me. I would not see my computer solely as a link to the outside world... And not even the outside world! Last night when I was trying to type my history paper, I was chatting with Andrew... who was sitting at the same table as me.
This needs to end. Dante is a TOOL to be used for academic accelearation (and blogging.) NOT for spending hours stalking myself. Seems pretty logical to me.
When will I try this networkless week? Right now, at Eleven o-two on Tuesday morning? Why not now? No Facebook until eleven o-two NEXT Tuesday. You are all my witnesses.
There, I changed my status... whew... this will be tough.
I hope that this pink font doesn't clash horribly with my background, it's just that I am in a soft pink mood this morning. My Religion group met this morning in Luther, and Becky made SCONES. All we determined was which parts we are all going to do, and when to meet next. Being that I am in the library right now, I should look up some books and start making notecards. Sooner rather than later. That is something I need to work at, and I think with facebook out of my life, it will be easier.
This morning I woke up at seven twenty with every intention to GET up, and go to breakfast, and then work on my History paper. I didn't get out of bed until 8:45, and by then my book was due back to the library. My paper is decent. I might check to see if there are any books left so I can finish reading about Rasputin, but being that it's crunch time, I doubt that will happen.
Days like yesterday spent reading about poor Tsar Nicholas II and his family make me remember why I am a history major. History Majors do a lot of reading. That's just how it works. Then magically, through all of those words knowledge is implanted into my brain, and I sigh and say, "Oh Yes!"
Remember in the beginning of the year when I said that I would only have to be neat for one month, and it would form a new habit? Well, the month passed, I came out of my shell, and with that so did my untidy tendencies. It is horrible. My room, like Dante, is a tool. At least my desk. My desk is a place for me to sit, and ACCOMPLISH the tasks required for my success. So why can't I see it?
Bad Habit #1: Facebook
Bad Habit #2: Slobbery
Bad Habit #3: Morning Routine
Why wait for the New Year?
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Electric Boogie, Boogie On!
As my Facebook status officially proclaims, I am a Glam Goddess. Next Friday is "Glitterball 2.0" an AIDS awareness benefit concert with live glam bands, music by Queen, David Bowie and T.Rex, and a showing of "Velvet Goldmine" featuring Ewan McGregor, Johnathan Rhyes-Meyers and Christian Bale... GLAM. In preparation for the event, I met Jenny at the Mall of America and we shopped. In retrospect I know I spent far too much money, but I think it just might be worth it.
At Ragstock I bought a sequened silver dress that falls just above my knees, and YELLOW plether go-go boots. I also got a yellow belt and hoop earrings to tie it all together. I am pretty concerned about having to walk to Dinkytown in my attire, especially since it is FREEZING, but I am sure it will all be worth it.
So that's how I wasted my precious time all day today.
I wanted to buy a 2009 Calendar, but I couldn't decide between Bunnies, Einstein, VanGogh and Lost. Both Jenny and my father shot down the bunnies, and I am hesitant to get Einstein or VanGogh because of the posters I just bought... I've got two months. It will be hard to top the Ugly Betty Calendar of 2008.
They are putting up the bubble over the football field. If I didn't know what it was I would be very afraid.
Next door they are watching the Two Towers... I cannot join them, and to add to my suffering, I can HEAR it through the wall... it isn't like I haven't seen it before...
I need to study for the my World Politics Exam. That is what I had been doing before coming here to get some kind of food in my belly, and now I need to take action again. I don't want to go back to the library because it is cold and lonely there, so I think I am going to go out into the first floor lobby, because that has worked in the past. I need to work on my work ethic.
Good thing I started early.
At Ragstock I bought a sequened silver dress that falls just above my knees, and YELLOW plether go-go boots. I also got a yellow belt and hoop earrings to tie it all together. I am pretty concerned about having to walk to Dinkytown in my attire, especially since it is FREEZING, but I am sure it will all be worth it.
So that's how I wasted my precious time all day today.
I wanted to buy a 2009 Calendar, but I couldn't decide between Bunnies, Einstein, VanGogh and Lost. Both Jenny and my father shot down the bunnies, and I am hesitant to get Einstein or VanGogh because of the posters I just bought... I've got two months. It will be hard to top the Ugly Betty Calendar of 2008.
They are putting up the bubble over the football field. If I didn't know what it was I would be very afraid.
Next door they are watching the Two Towers... I cannot join them, and to add to my suffering, I can HEAR it through the wall... it isn't like I haven't seen it before...
I need to study for the my World Politics Exam. That is what I had been doing before coming here to get some kind of food in my belly, and now I need to take action again. I don't want to go back to the library because it is cold and lonely there, so I think I am going to go out into the first floor lobby, because that has worked in the past. I need to work on my work ethic.
Good thing I started early.
Long Underwear!!!
I love long underwear. Yes, Yes I do! My room is an icebox. I was just over in Katie's room and it was nice and cozy, I come back to my room, try to turn on my heat, and nothing happens. Not to mention my window that drafts something awful. I'm not too concerned for now, I've got my many blankets, and layered pajamas. Did I mention I LOVE long underwear? Because I do.
Today was a glorious day in Augsburgland. The sky was a cold white all day, with light snow falling peacefully. It made me happy, even though it was freezing. Kathleen and I did some studying until I got hungry. I called my mom on my way back from my Jimmy John's lunch and asked her to mail me every wool sock, scarf, hat, mitten and glove that I have ever owned. It's FREEZING.
Not long after that Andrew called and we went over to Dinkytown. I wore layers of tights, and stockings, and was actually quite cozy. We drank some kind of orchid black tea. It's description said it was "exotic," "seductive," "mellow," and "poetic." It was good, floral, but just enough to take off the edge of the black tea.
When I got back I called Ms. Swenson to tell her how I saw the Secret life of Bees last night. ... LAST NIGHT it was Friday, and everyone was off doing things, so Elisabeth and I went to block E. It was well worth it. I had read the Secret Life of Bees in 10th grade because Ms. Swenson told me that I should. I remember LOVING it, so I was excited for the movie. I even think that Dakota Fanning really pulled off the role of Lily quite well. I expect great things for her. Ms. Swenson and I also talked of college, and the election. Apparently, when she came to school with her "I voted" sticker, a student asked, "Who did you vote for?" and she replied, "I'm not going to tell you that." To which another student responded, "I bet she voted for Obama." And then ANOTHER kid said, "No WHITE person is going to vote for Barack Obama!" Argument ensued.
Ogilvie anyone? Tim Faust won by 300 votes, which is extraordinary, yet in our district McCain won, and the school referendum DIDN'T PASS! I hope that maybe it will in the spring, because it would make me really sad to see Ogilvie Schools get consolodated with Mora and Milaca.
After talking to Ms. Swenson, I called my grandma in Missouri. It's funny because I never used to talk to her that much, and now it seems like I talk to her very often! She is going to mail me some sweaters. I'm pretty excited. I'm also getting a new cousin... from ... Haiti? I forgot where she said. That means that Liz is going to have FIVE kids running around! AAA!
I'm really hungry.
I ran into Andrew again after that and we went over to Katie's room to watch The Fellowship of the Ring. I consider myself a pretty big LOTR geek, even though I haven't read the books, but I felt inferior to the others... Watching it brought back a lot of fond nostalgia. Me and my parents watching it 11 times in theaters alone. Falling in love with Orlando Bloom (first celebrity crush). Midnight showings. OBSESSION. The fight scenes also made me miss Redwall. Maybe when I go home for winter break I'll actually read Triss, or maybe I'll re-read a good one like Mariel of Redwall, or Martin the Warrior... and then maybe my love for medieval nerd-dom will be re kindled and... it will be happy.
Soua is gone this weekend. I never really thought about this before, but I really miss her. Even though she's never here, I always know that she will be, and she is in the morning... now I am all by myself! Funny how that works. When she gets back we need to rearrainge our room, because it's really bringing me down. Everyone else has really cool, well put together, FUN rooms... and ours? Is lame. I think we should bunk the beds, and get a couch. I finally broke down and bought the posters of Einstein and Starry Night. That will make the room more fun too.
What's even MORE fun is that we share the room with MICE! Awesome, I know! I really don't mind. They keep to themselves, and don't bother us... however, they did eat TWO bags of M&Ms. Britni says we'll have to put in a work request, and then they'll need to bring in an exterminater... and that just sounds like too much work. Why can't we live in peace?
Tomorrow is going to be a full Sunday. I need to study my little tail off, and I'm really not looking forward to it. Boo Hoo.
Today was a glorious day in Augsburgland. The sky was a cold white all day, with light snow falling peacefully. It made me happy, even though it was freezing. Kathleen and I did some studying until I got hungry. I called my mom on my way back from my Jimmy John's lunch and asked her to mail me every wool sock, scarf, hat, mitten and glove that I have ever owned. It's FREEZING.
Not long after that Andrew called and we went over to Dinkytown. I wore layers of tights, and stockings, and was actually quite cozy. We drank some kind of orchid black tea. It's description said it was "exotic," "seductive," "mellow," and "poetic." It was good, floral, but just enough to take off the edge of the black tea.
When I got back I called Ms. Swenson to tell her how I saw the Secret life of Bees last night. ... LAST NIGHT it was Friday, and everyone was off doing things, so Elisabeth and I went to block E. It was well worth it. I had read the Secret Life of Bees in 10th grade because Ms. Swenson told me that I should. I remember LOVING it, so I was excited for the movie. I even think that Dakota Fanning really pulled off the role of Lily quite well. I expect great things for her. Ms. Swenson and I also talked of college, and the election. Apparently, when she came to school with her "I voted" sticker, a student asked, "Who did you vote for?" and she replied, "I'm not going to tell you that." To which another student responded, "I bet she voted for Obama." And then ANOTHER kid said, "No WHITE person is going to vote for Barack Obama!" Argument ensued.
Ogilvie anyone? Tim Faust won by 300 votes, which is extraordinary, yet in our district McCain won, and the school referendum DIDN'T PASS! I hope that maybe it will in the spring, because it would make me really sad to see Ogilvie Schools get consolodated with Mora and Milaca.
After talking to Ms. Swenson, I called my grandma in Missouri. It's funny because I never used to talk to her that much, and now it seems like I talk to her very often! She is going to mail me some sweaters. I'm pretty excited. I'm also getting a new cousin... from ... Haiti? I forgot where she said. That means that Liz is going to have FIVE kids running around! AAA!
I'm really hungry.
I ran into Andrew again after that and we went over to Katie's room to watch The Fellowship of the Ring. I consider myself a pretty big LOTR geek, even though I haven't read the books, but I felt inferior to the others... Watching it brought back a lot of fond nostalgia. Me and my parents watching it 11 times in theaters alone. Falling in love with Orlando Bloom (first celebrity crush). Midnight showings. OBSESSION. The fight scenes also made me miss Redwall. Maybe when I go home for winter break I'll actually read Triss, or maybe I'll re-read a good one like Mariel of Redwall, or Martin the Warrior... and then maybe my love for medieval nerd-dom will be re kindled and... it will be happy.
Soua is gone this weekend. I never really thought about this before, but I really miss her. Even though she's never here, I always know that she will be, and she is in the morning... now I am all by myself! Funny how that works. When she gets back we need to rearrainge our room, because it's really bringing me down. Everyone else has really cool, well put together, FUN rooms... and ours? Is lame. I think we should bunk the beds, and get a couch. I finally broke down and bought the posters of Einstein and Starry Night. That will make the room more fun too.
What's even MORE fun is that we share the room with MICE! Awesome, I know! I really don't mind. They keep to themselves, and don't bother us... however, they did eat TWO bags of M&Ms. Britni says we'll have to put in a work request, and then they'll need to bring in an exterminater... and that just sounds like too much work. Why can't we live in peace?
Tomorrow is going to be a full Sunday. I need to study my little tail off, and I'm really not looking forward to it. Boo Hoo.
Friday, November 7, 2008
When I'm up
It's obnoxious how happy I am.
Especially last night after it all went down, Jenny and I just stood looking out her ninth floor window at the brightly lit city, shrouded in a post rainshower haze, and EVERYTHING was good. We can still feel the energy coursing through all of us! What a GREAT time to be alive, in college and in the city!
I AM SO FREAKING HAPPY!
Today in History I sat in the T, and I drank my Sobe, and I was alert and enthralled. Lenin, socialism, Bolsheviks and revolution!
I visited professor Gus in his office yesterday to talk to him about the upcoming exam and my excitement to learn about socialism. That is the kind of life that I want to have, History Major. When I talked to my counselor yesterday, I expressed my unease at the fact that if I really do go through with History Major, Religion Minor... or even Political Science Minor, How BROWN my life will be. History is a brown field. Religion is gold... Political Science is... Blue grey? I don't mind brown though. It's comfortable. Plus, I'll always have music which is every color, and I can even take some Green biology classes... so... my life is bright.
OOH! Today in my Augsem we went to a Sunni Mosque. It was amazing. When my friends and I discussed it afterwards we all expressed feelings of awe at actually SEEING it. Sure we didn't LEARN much more than what we have already read, but we experienced it! And right here in our own neighborhood!
We had to take off our shoes, and when it was time for the prayer the girls had to sit behind the boys. Our guide emphasized that this was NOT because women are inferior, it's just that they don't want the men to be distracted. This is a concept that ruffled my illustrious female plumage at Summer Camp when GIRLS had to be modest as to not distract the boys. I didn't understand why it was OUR responsibility to keep the boys' lusty minds in check. I still don't think it's fair, but today I actually did feel empowered. Sitting behind the men, and covering ourselves is our right because we don't need no stinkin' men having bad thoughts about us! HA! Take that!
I LOVE our country. That there are all these cultures here together!
Yes there is violence and misunderstanding, but people are pushing to relinquish that. People ARE GOOD.
And there I go off on my idealist world view... I really do hope that that doesn't become a weakness... I just really love everything.
I love Democracy, and Minneapolis, I love being 18 and a girl, I love Augsburg, Minnesota, Friendship, Knowledge... Everything.
Hopefully I will be able to find a comfortable middle ground soon, else I come crashing down from this crazy height into a burning wreck. ... Just mellow out... embrace this good life... take in all that I can.
Especially last night after it all went down, Jenny and I just stood looking out her ninth floor window at the brightly lit city, shrouded in a post rainshower haze, and EVERYTHING was good. We can still feel the energy coursing through all of us! What a GREAT time to be alive, in college and in the city!
I AM SO FREAKING HAPPY!
Today in History I sat in the T, and I drank my Sobe, and I was alert and enthralled. Lenin, socialism, Bolsheviks and revolution!
I visited professor Gus in his office yesterday to talk to him about the upcoming exam and my excitement to learn about socialism. That is the kind of life that I want to have, History Major. When I talked to my counselor yesterday, I expressed my unease at the fact that if I really do go through with History Major, Religion Minor... or even Political Science Minor, How BROWN my life will be. History is a brown field. Religion is gold... Political Science is... Blue grey? I don't mind brown though. It's comfortable. Plus, I'll always have music which is every color, and I can even take some Green biology classes... so... my life is bright.
OOH! Today in my Augsem we went to a Sunni Mosque. It was amazing. When my friends and I discussed it afterwards we all expressed feelings of awe at actually SEEING it. Sure we didn't LEARN much more than what we have already read, but we experienced it! And right here in our own neighborhood!
We had to take off our shoes, and when it was time for the prayer the girls had to sit behind the boys. Our guide emphasized that this was NOT because women are inferior, it's just that they don't want the men to be distracted. This is a concept that ruffled my illustrious female plumage at Summer Camp when GIRLS had to be modest as to not distract the boys. I didn't understand why it was OUR responsibility to keep the boys' lusty minds in check. I still don't think it's fair, but today I actually did feel empowered. Sitting behind the men, and covering ourselves is our right because we don't need no stinkin' men having bad thoughts about us! HA! Take that!
I LOVE our country. That there are all these cultures here together!
Yes there is violence and misunderstanding, but people are pushing to relinquish that. People ARE GOOD.
And there I go off on my idealist world view... I really do hope that that doesn't become a weakness... I just really love everything.
I love Democracy, and Minneapolis, I love being 18 and a girl, I love Augsburg, Minnesota, Friendship, Knowledge... Everything.
Hopefully I will be able to find a comfortable middle ground soon, else I come crashing down from this crazy height into a burning wreck. ... Just mellow out... embrace this good life... take in all that I can.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I have found JOY
Ah what a week it has been!
Election day has to be my favorite holiday, everywhere the spirit and energy is bubbling! I walked to class this morning across the quad, where "Vote" has been chalked on nearly every concrete surface, and while Bob Marley was being played on a boom box. It was beautiful.
This is what I have been waiting for. College. 18. My Vote. Barack Obama.
I am here, now, and this is what it all comes down to.
30 years from now, I'll look at the pictures that Ali took, and I will say, there's me the night that Barack Obama won the presidency of the United States of America. That's what I looked like when I voted for the first time.
Everywhere there is joy. I can't stop smiling. Hugs and kisses, joyful squeals. MY FIRST ELECTION.
This is History, and like the woman Barack spoke about, I could live for another 90 years. What change will I see? What change will I be a part of.
So now I pray that Barack Obama WILL be the leader our country needs, and that he will stay safe. I pray that I will be healthy, and that I will come out of the next 4 years in one, full, intellectual piece. In three years, we'll know the candidates again... and in two I'll be once more working for the local campaigns. It's in times like these that I can see myself being perfectly happy and content working campaigns all my life... we'll see.
I have a lot of hope for my future right now. Earlier this evening, right after Minnesota came in for Obama I called my Grandma in Missouri who was having a democrats only party. We talked about Romania, and imperialism, and she told me how when she talks to her friends, she talks about her grand daughter who is so smart and who could be a lawyer.
Crockett even said that I could be a lawyer...
See? Anything is possible right?
So what I didn't read the Einstein chapters, and am almost two weeks behind in World Politics... I am going to be a lawyer, and Barack Obama is going to be the president!
P.S. While watching Obama's speech in the Urn-Mort Lobby, I sat next to the Woodpecker. I don't assume that any of you are familiar with Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins... but Alan is, so it's worth elaborating.
He had torn blue jeans, and red converse. His shirt was a wild patterned button-up. He wore a hat over RED HAIR, and in his hand was a pack of Camels. I wish I could have said something to him... but I don't know what would have come of it...
Hugs, laughter, joy and kisses.
All is well in South Minneapolis.
Election day has to be my favorite holiday, everywhere the spirit and energy is bubbling! I walked to class this morning across the quad, where "Vote" has been chalked on nearly every concrete surface, and while Bob Marley was being played on a boom box. It was beautiful.
This is what I have been waiting for. College. 18. My Vote. Barack Obama.
I am here, now, and this is what it all comes down to.
30 years from now, I'll look at the pictures that Ali took, and I will say, there's me the night that Barack Obama won the presidency of the United States of America. That's what I looked like when I voted for the first time.
Everywhere there is joy. I can't stop smiling. Hugs and kisses, joyful squeals. MY FIRST ELECTION.
This is History, and like the woman Barack spoke about, I could live for another 90 years. What change will I see? What change will I be a part of.
So now I pray that Barack Obama WILL be the leader our country needs, and that he will stay safe. I pray that I will be healthy, and that I will come out of the next 4 years in one, full, intellectual piece. In three years, we'll know the candidates again... and in two I'll be once more working for the local campaigns. It's in times like these that I can see myself being perfectly happy and content working campaigns all my life... we'll see.
I have a lot of hope for my future right now. Earlier this evening, right after Minnesota came in for Obama I called my Grandma in Missouri who was having a democrats only party. We talked about Romania, and imperialism, and she told me how when she talks to her friends, she talks about her grand daughter who is so smart and who could be a lawyer.
Crockett even said that I could be a lawyer...
See? Anything is possible right?
So what I didn't read the Einstein chapters, and am almost two weeks behind in World Politics... I am going to be a lawyer, and Barack Obama is going to be the president!
P.S. While watching Obama's speech in the Urn-Mort Lobby, I sat next to the Woodpecker. I don't assume that any of you are familiar with Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins... but Alan is, so it's worth elaborating.
He had torn blue jeans, and red converse. His shirt was a wild patterned button-up. He wore a hat over RED HAIR, and in his hand was a pack of Camels. I wish I could have said something to him... but I don't know what would have come of it...
Hugs, laughter, joy and kisses.
All is well in South Minneapolis.
Friday, October 31, 2008
There must be something to it
I find myself back on my bed, alone and sulking, contemplating my next move.
In the college survival guide that Hank gave me last summer, there's a chapter on relationships, and a sub chapter on long distance relationships... long story short, that chapter is my life.
SO... That's where I am right now.
Yesterday sucked bad, and now I am just introverted. I drug myself out today to go to the bank, and that was fun. I remember coming here for Honors weekend and taking in the shock of being a minority at Cub foods. I had the same experience at the bank, but in my last couple months here, it's not a shock anymore, and that's really cool. After the bank I walked to the Seward Co-op... I imagined as I walked the sidewalk with a troubled look in my eyes, this phase in my life as a short story. It is a beautiful day out, I wouldn't have needed my coat.
I splurged a bit at the Co-op, and bought granola, lemonade, Pirate's Booty, and a case of the kind of Ginger ale Rita had in Seattle last summer. I carried the Ginger Ale in my hand, and it looked like beer... no body stopped me on the way into Urness though. I am drinking some now, and it's delicious. I don't remember especially liking it in Seattle, but it is REALLY gingery. It warms my throat.
There were hats and mittens at Seward... I want some... but I shouldn't spend money... Maybe mom will get me a presant when she comes tomorrow.
I can't believe I have spent my whole day in my room. I went to class this morning, but when I got back I slept until twelve thirty, and dreamed of Halloween and wild bunnies.
It's Halloween... I really wish I would have dressed up. Like I always say, Next year.
Tonight I am going to St. Paul to visit Visser, and we're going to get our Chipolte burritoes.
Tomorrow Mom is coming to comfort me, and after Pep band, I am going to go with her to New London for a Party at Bill and Jenna's (Yenna?) If I DO actually get to go, it will probably be boring, because adult parties always are... I'll probably end up off in a corner of a room reading a book by lamplight, and listening to the conversations and jam music. That's what I'm looking forward to.
Then I need to get back to Augsburg so I can play in Jazz band on Sunday... even though in all of this I preached my need for weekends and "down time" that doesn't really look likely to happen no matter what does it.
I skipped History yesterday... I am behind in World Politics... I have so much to do. I didn't face it yesterday, instead Marrta, Andrew and I watched National Treasure... which, just like She's the Man was a really nice break. I'll get caught up again no doubt.
I can't find it on youtube, but I like this song by Great Big Sea. It's called "Something To It" and it feels appropriate:
I'm sorry if I ruined your day
I really hope that you'll understand
I'm a million miles away, looking for a place to land.
My father phoned me yesterday
your time has come
well done my son.
Tried to think of what to say
when words can heed already gone
I don't know how I got here,
there must be something to it
I think I need some time alone
to work my way through it
THe moon is in the sky tonight
not very warm but it sheds some light
Ask me now and I just might let
the morning come and tell me if it's right
I don't know how I got here,
there must be something to it
I think I need some time alone
to work my way through it
Initial bliss will pass
this precious time might be your last
Like dew upon th morning grass
good intentions can vanish with the sun
I'm sorry if I ruined your day
I really hope that you understand
I'm a million miles away
looking for a place to land.
In the college survival guide that Hank gave me last summer, there's a chapter on relationships, and a sub chapter on long distance relationships... long story short, that chapter is my life.
SO... That's where I am right now.
Yesterday sucked bad, and now I am just introverted. I drug myself out today to go to the bank, and that was fun. I remember coming here for Honors weekend and taking in the shock of being a minority at Cub foods. I had the same experience at the bank, but in my last couple months here, it's not a shock anymore, and that's really cool. After the bank I walked to the Seward Co-op... I imagined as I walked the sidewalk with a troubled look in my eyes, this phase in my life as a short story. It is a beautiful day out, I wouldn't have needed my coat.
I splurged a bit at the Co-op, and bought granola, lemonade, Pirate's Booty, and a case of the kind of Ginger ale Rita had in Seattle last summer. I carried the Ginger Ale in my hand, and it looked like beer... no body stopped me on the way into Urness though. I am drinking some now, and it's delicious. I don't remember especially liking it in Seattle, but it is REALLY gingery. It warms my throat.
There were hats and mittens at Seward... I want some... but I shouldn't spend money... Maybe mom will get me a presant when she comes tomorrow.
I can't believe I have spent my whole day in my room. I went to class this morning, but when I got back I slept until twelve thirty, and dreamed of Halloween and wild bunnies.
It's Halloween... I really wish I would have dressed up. Like I always say, Next year.
Tonight I am going to St. Paul to visit Visser, and we're going to get our Chipolte burritoes.
Tomorrow Mom is coming to comfort me, and after Pep band, I am going to go with her to New London for a Party at Bill and Jenna's (Yenna?) If I DO actually get to go, it will probably be boring, because adult parties always are... I'll probably end up off in a corner of a room reading a book by lamplight, and listening to the conversations and jam music. That's what I'm looking forward to.
Then I need to get back to Augsburg so I can play in Jazz band on Sunday... even though in all of this I preached my need for weekends and "down time" that doesn't really look likely to happen no matter what does it.
I skipped History yesterday... I am behind in World Politics... I have so much to do. I didn't face it yesterday, instead Marrta, Andrew and I watched National Treasure... which, just like She's the Man was a really nice break. I'll get caught up again no doubt.
I can't find it on youtube, but I like this song by Great Big Sea. It's called "Something To It" and it feels appropriate:
I'm sorry if I ruined your day
I really hope that you'll understand
I'm a million miles away, looking for a place to land.
My father phoned me yesterday
your time has come
well done my son.
Tried to think of what to say
when words can heed already gone
I don't know how I got here,
there must be something to it
I think I need some time alone
to work my way through it
THe moon is in the sky tonight
not very warm but it sheds some light
Ask me now and I just might let
the morning come and tell me if it's right
I don't know how I got here,
there must be something to it
I think I need some time alone
to work my way through it
Initial bliss will pass
this precious time might be your last
Like dew upon th morning grass
good intentions can vanish with the sun
I'm sorry if I ruined your day
I really hope that you understand
I'm a million miles away
looking for a place to land.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday...
I wish I had the whole Avenue Q soundtrack... I only have the songs that we are using in our play... they are very beltable, in fact I have been finding myself singing about making you feel special out of key and loudly much too often...
"And now, I find what was always in my mind, was in your mind too... who knew!"
I love show tunes
Our play is so AWESOME!
Last night when I went to bed, and even this morning when my alarm went off I had great plans for my Tuesday... but instead I got up at seven, showered, and went back to bed until after nine... I had hoped to eat breakfast and even practice my trumpet before class.
Oops.
My classes went well today, but I didn't accomplish anything... Now I don't have the motivation... Obama Meeting tonight... Stitch and Bitch? Reading...
Blech.
"And now, I find what was always in my mind, was in your mind too... who knew!"
I love show tunes
Our play is so AWESOME!
Last night when I went to bed, and even this morning when my alarm went off I had great plans for my Tuesday... but instead I got up at seven, showered, and went back to bed until after nine... I had hoped to eat breakfast and even practice my trumpet before class.
Oops.
My classes went well today, but I didn't accomplish anything... Now I don't have the motivation... Obama Meeting tonight... Stitch and Bitch? Reading...
Blech.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Some have greatness THRUST upon them
The blog is being better advertized these days, and people are approaching me and saying things like, "I read your blog about the squirrel..." Now I feel obligated to be "entertaining."
But I suppose I can't try...
Anyway, I will talk of my Augsburg weekend... and Monday.
Phil, Becki, Jens, Kathleen and I got back to campus Saturday night at around eleven. We all marvelled at the wonders of technology and how just hours ago we'd been in the sun.
Speaking of the sun, I BASKED in it. I even got a little burned on Saturday... and on Sunday, I was watching the snow flurries out side my window...
Just like that, the trip was done. I really liked going to the Honors Conference. Some day I hope to be Phillip. I aspire to fill his shoes, over work myself, and talk in a language that no one can understand, of Kant and Locke, and Existentialims... And of course there is the desire to simply be known... the same desire that fueled my dreams of politics.
We saw the Alamo, and as I have been telling people it was kind of disappointing. Here is this national monument, smack dab in down town San Antonio, all nice and paved with landscaping, and a Ripley's Believe it or Not across the street. It's hard to fully embrace the history in these circumstances...
I also went to the San Antonio Museum of Art which was fun, and then on Friday we went to sessions. Personally, I really enjoyed the sessions. There were some that were sub par, but as a whole, I thought it was a really educational. I was inspired by the rattlesnake presentation to go out Herping some time again, and I learned that Gusav Mahler was not a very nice man. His wife was an amazing composer herself, but he told her that HE was more important, and that HER job was to support HIM and that SHE should stop composing.
Luckily, he died and she went on to have a productive life.
Saturday was relaxed, after lunch, and the final speaker, We layed out on the Sun Deck in 80 degree weather... and then it was Good bye San Antonio.
I really like flying.
All Right, So yesterday I devoted all day to working on my World Politics Paper. By last night, still not finished, I fell into the pits of despair... I printed off what I had and resigned my self to mediocrity... Then, I get to class and find out that the part I was fearing was actually really simple, and that I didn't have to turn it in until FIVE! Joy!
My Birth Certificate came in the mail from my mom today, so I promptly set out to the Hennepin County Government building... I felt very sleek having been there before and knowing exactly where to go. This time I was prepared, and was helped in a very timely fashion. Now, $114.50, and one bad picture later, I'm set to travel!
In Claire's Passport, she said that she couldn't smile, so I wasn't sure that I could smile, and even though the guy said that I could do what ever I wanted to, I settled on an awkward smirk... It makes me look less like Tina Fey and more like Lily Morris...
Lesson, Brass ensemble, band... My playing is sounding better, even though I haven't practiced much at all... and I found out today that in December I have to get juried on my solo!!! EEEK!
After band, a quick dinner, shower, and "singing" Avenue Q songs in my room, it was time for SCHOLAR CITIZEN PLAY PRACTICE! WHOOO!
I was very pumped.
Someone came to help us and we did some work with choreography. We Rock.
On our way back to Christensen I had every intention of hitting the library for a couple hours and doing my History reading, but instead Marrta suggested we go to her room and watch "She's the Man" instead... so that's what She and I and Andrew did... I had never seen it before, and I learned that it was based off of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night." I am not sure if I should be taken aback at the defacing of Shakespeare... or impressed.
Towards the end they had the greatness quote, and it made me think of Sara because that's her quote in the yearbook... Ah Sara...
Shakespeare!
!!!
I wonder if Ms. Swenson has her poster of him hanging up somewhere! I hope on the door! ... I hope he has someone to talk to... with me gone and all... When I visit I will have to inquire.
Now I am in my dorm on my bed feeling very relaxed, and only a little guilty about not doing anything productive... considering I missed last Thursday I should be scrambling... I'll just tell myself that I needed the break.
And Remember,
Some Men are born great, some men acheive greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
But I suppose I can't try...
Anyway, I will talk of my Augsburg weekend... and Monday.
Phil, Becki, Jens, Kathleen and I got back to campus Saturday night at around eleven. We all marvelled at the wonders of technology and how just hours ago we'd been in the sun.
Speaking of the sun, I BASKED in it. I even got a little burned on Saturday... and on Sunday, I was watching the snow flurries out side my window...
Just like that, the trip was done. I really liked going to the Honors Conference. Some day I hope to be Phillip. I aspire to fill his shoes, over work myself, and talk in a language that no one can understand, of Kant and Locke, and Existentialims... And of course there is the desire to simply be known... the same desire that fueled my dreams of politics.
We saw the Alamo, and as I have been telling people it was kind of disappointing. Here is this national monument, smack dab in down town San Antonio, all nice and paved with landscaping, and a Ripley's Believe it or Not across the street. It's hard to fully embrace the history in these circumstances...
I also went to the San Antonio Museum of Art which was fun, and then on Friday we went to sessions. Personally, I really enjoyed the sessions. There were some that were sub par, but as a whole, I thought it was a really educational. I was inspired by the rattlesnake presentation to go out Herping some time again, and I learned that Gusav Mahler was not a very nice man. His wife was an amazing composer herself, but he told her that HE was more important, and that HER job was to support HIM and that SHE should stop composing.
Luckily, he died and she went on to have a productive life.
Saturday was relaxed, after lunch, and the final speaker, We layed out on the Sun Deck in 80 degree weather... and then it was Good bye San Antonio.
I really like flying.
All Right, So yesterday I devoted all day to working on my World Politics Paper. By last night, still not finished, I fell into the pits of despair... I printed off what I had and resigned my self to mediocrity... Then, I get to class and find out that the part I was fearing was actually really simple, and that I didn't have to turn it in until FIVE! Joy!
My Birth Certificate came in the mail from my mom today, so I promptly set out to the Hennepin County Government building... I felt very sleek having been there before and knowing exactly where to go. This time I was prepared, and was helped in a very timely fashion. Now, $114.50, and one bad picture later, I'm set to travel!
In Claire's Passport, she said that she couldn't smile, so I wasn't sure that I could smile, and even though the guy said that I could do what ever I wanted to, I settled on an awkward smirk... It makes me look less like Tina Fey and more like Lily Morris...
Lesson, Brass ensemble, band... My playing is sounding better, even though I haven't practiced much at all... and I found out today that in December I have to get juried on my solo!!! EEEK!
After band, a quick dinner, shower, and "singing" Avenue Q songs in my room, it was time for SCHOLAR CITIZEN PLAY PRACTICE! WHOOO!
I was very pumped.
Someone came to help us and we did some work with choreography. We Rock.
On our way back to Christensen I had every intention of hitting the library for a couple hours and doing my History reading, but instead Marrta suggested we go to her room and watch "She's the Man" instead... so that's what She and I and Andrew did... I had never seen it before, and I learned that it was based off of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night." I am not sure if I should be taken aback at the defacing of Shakespeare... or impressed.
Towards the end they had the greatness quote, and it made me think of Sara because that's her quote in the yearbook... Ah Sara...
Shakespeare!
!!!
I wonder if Ms. Swenson has her poster of him hanging up somewhere! I hope on the door! ... I hope he has someone to talk to... with me gone and all... When I visit I will have to inquire.
Now I am in my dorm on my bed feeling very relaxed, and only a little guilty about not doing anything productive... considering I missed last Thursday I should be scrambling... I'll just tell myself that I needed the break.
And Remember,
Some Men are born great, some men acheive greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Jesus was a Hippie
I just wasted a good 10 minutes watching a squirrel in front of Christensen.
As I walked back from the music building, I saw three boys standing in a row staring intently at something. Seeing the squirrel, I walked around it from a distance as to not scare it away. They told me to be careful, that squirrel just killed and ate bird!
No Kidding. I stood around watching it for a while. It couldn't walk normal and was very wobbly, occaissionally it would take a punch at another squirrel, but to no avail.
The remains of the bird-it's head and wings- are still under the plants by the burning bush sculpture.
The squirrel probably has rabies.
~~~
It was weird going back to school today, a Tuesday. Due to the joys of mechanics, I had to take the bus home from Montevideo yesterday, and by the time I got off the light rail and made my way back it was five thirty. So I missed nearly all of my busiest day. I am not upset at all though. The bus ride was very pleasant, and I got to take in much of the beautiful autumn country-side, plus, I got nearly a whole extra day with Josh. I was also caught up in all my classes, so it was no bother at all. Now I just need to get caught up with what I missed.
This morning my alarm went off at 6:40, because I told it to, but later I regretted it. I would have been just fine with getting up at 7:45am... Over a breakfast, that for some reason I was very proud of (Oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar, a piece of coffee cake, a banana, and CAFFEINATED hot cocoa. Pretty freaking awesome) I read the first part of Mark for Religion. Quanbeck had said it would "Only take 2 hours," and he was about right. After an hour of reading, I was about half way done. From this reading, I have come to the conclusion that Jesus was in fact a pretty cool dude.
I don't know why I never came to that before, being raised Lutheran and attending a fair share of bible camps. It simply never struck me why Jesus was so awesome. Maybe it was because everyone shoots right to his crucifixion, and the forgiveness of all our sins, which is something that I squint at questioningly. Looking at it as if for the first time however, and reading it like a story, I was blown away. I mean seriously, raising the dead, healing lepers, making the blind see, feeding thousands, and walking on water?! Not only that but he was just an all out cool guy.
Just like in all the hippie movies I sigh over (Forrest Gump, Hair, Across the Universe...) he just strolled about, loving, healing and telling fun stories, and people just started following him!
"Yo, toll booth guy, everyone hates you, but come me and we'll have a good time!" And the toll booth guy would go!
And my personal favorite- what sinches his hippiness- is that he gave people new names.
Yeah. "Lily" already is a pretty good hippie name, but you know how when you think of stereotype hippies, you think of names like, "Sunflower," "Bumblebee," "Muffin Stuffin'" etc. All right, so here we go, this is what is in my imagination:
A calm, gentle man with long hair, a long robe and sandals. When he talks, it is soothing, and you can't help but be enthralled by it, you become so entranced, you just follow him for no particular reason... Perhaps it's because you need help, want to find the Truth, or just have nothing better to do.
Forrest Gump running across America. Lucy and Jude in Bono's Walrus Hippie bus. Stereotype Guru.
"Simon, my brother?"
"Yes Jesus?"
"I've chosen a new name for you...You seem more of a 'Peter' to me, so I will now call you Peter... Yo James and John... your name right now is SO boring... how do you feel about being called James and John, Men of Thunder?"
You see where I'm coming from?
Anyway, it has appealed to my grieving nostalgia for not being born in the Ninteen forties... but dang, it sounds like the twenties were the place to be!
Well, I am procrastinating. Soon I need to get some real food in my belly (combos and diet pepsi aren't the greatest you know?) and then Plant myself in the Library basement to read and work on my Romania paper until an unpleasant hour... Then I need to do laundry, because you know what? I am going to Texas tomorrow!
Yeah! I've known about it for a while, but I don't think I've expressed it. Tomorrow, Phil, Becky, Jens, Kathleen and I are hopping on a plane for San Antonio TEXAS for an Honor's Conference. I'm pretty excited. If I can I'll blog from the road.
But alas, if I expect not to go insane upon my return, I must get to work.
As I walked back from the music building, I saw three boys standing in a row staring intently at something. Seeing the squirrel, I walked around it from a distance as to not scare it away. They told me to be careful, that squirrel just killed and ate bird!
No Kidding. I stood around watching it for a while. It couldn't walk normal and was very wobbly, occaissionally it would take a punch at another squirrel, but to no avail.
The remains of the bird-it's head and wings- are still under the plants by the burning bush sculpture.
The squirrel probably has rabies.
~~~
It was weird going back to school today, a Tuesday. Due to the joys of mechanics, I had to take the bus home from Montevideo yesterday, and by the time I got off the light rail and made my way back it was five thirty. So I missed nearly all of my busiest day. I am not upset at all though. The bus ride was very pleasant, and I got to take in much of the beautiful autumn country-side, plus, I got nearly a whole extra day with Josh. I was also caught up in all my classes, so it was no bother at all. Now I just need to get caught up with what I missed.
This morning my alarm went off at 6:40, because I told it to, but later I regretted it. I would have been just fine with getting up at 7:45am... Over a breakfast, that for some reason I was very proud of (Oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar, a piece of coffee cake, a banana, and CAFFEINATED hot cocoa. Pretty freaking awesome) I read the first part of Mark for Religion. Quanbeck had said it would "Only take 2 hours," and he was about right. After an hour of reading, I was about half way done. From this reading, I have come to the conclusion that Jesus was in fact a pretty cool dude.
I don't know why I never came to that before, being raised Lutheran and attending a fair share of bible camps. It simply never struck me why Jesus was so awesome. Maybe it was because everyone shoots right to his crucifixion, and the forgiveness of all our sins, which is something that I squint at questioningly. Looking at it as if for the first time however, and reading it like a story, I was blown away. I mean seriously, raising the dead, healing lepers, making the blind see, feeding thousands, and walking on water?! Not only that but he was just an all out cool guy.
Just like in all the hippie movies I sigh over (Forrest Gump, Hair, Across the Universe...) he just strolled about, loving, healing and telling fun stories, and people just started following him!
"Yo, toll booth guy, everyone hates you, but come me and we'll have a good time!" And the toll booth guy would go!
And my personal favorite- what sinches his hippiness- is that he gave people new names.
Yeah. "Lily" already is a pretty good hippie name, but you know how when you think of stereotype hippies, you think of names like, "Sunflower," "Bumblebee," "Muffin Stuffin'" etc. All right, so here we go, this is what is in my imagination:
A calm, gentle man with long hair, a long robe and sandals. When he talks, it is soothing, and you can't help but be enthralled by it, you become so entranced, you just follow him for no particular reason... Perhaps it's because you need help, want to find the Truth, or just have nothing better to do.
Forrest Gump running across America. Lucy and Jude in Bono's Walrus Hippie bus. Stereotype Guru.
"Simon, my brother?"
"Yes Jesus?"
"I've chosen a new name for you...You seem more of a 'Peter' to me, so I will now call you Peter... Yo James and John... your name right now is SO boring... how do you feel about being called James and John, Men of Thunder?"
You see where I'm coming from?
Anyway, it has appealed to my grieving nostalgia for not being born in the Ninteen forties... but dang, it sounds like the twenties were the place to be!
Well, I am procrastinating. Soon I need to get some real food in my belly (combos and diet pepsi aren't the greatest you know?) and then Plant myself in the Library basement to read and work on my Romania paper until an unpleasant hour... Then I need to do laundry, because you know what? I am going to Texas tomorrow!
Yeah! I've known about it for a while, but I don't think I've expressed it. Tomorrow, Phil, Becky, Jens, Kathleen and I are hopping on a plane for San Antonio TEXAS for an Honor's Conference. I'm pretty excited. If I can I'll blog from the road.
But alas, if I expect not to go insane upon my return, I must get to work.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Feats of Engineering Genius
Soua and I just conquered her bed frame. HA! It did not stand a chance! She wanted it higher so that she could fit stuff under it. We had some shaky moments, but we came through. Now if we ever do my bed we'll know how. Later this year we're going to bunk them so we'll have an entire living room, it will be great. My bed corner is clean for the weekend... but I can't see my desk.
It was a rough morning today. Last night, I was in the library for no less than five and a half hours. It took me FIVE hours to read the chapter for World Politics... That seems like a long time... provided I was on the internet for a little while, and I took a break in between to read about Richard and Bunny in The Secret History. Bunny's a dink, and I don't care that he dies (not a spoiler, the first page says so) but at the same time I really really like him... I like that book so much better than Twilight! MmmmMMmm Brain food!
At a little after Eleven, Jenny and I decided to go to Hard Times because I was most definitely going slightly mad. We played checkers, ate a muffin and drank orange juice. I really like that place. Even at midnight it's filled with all kinds of cool looking patrons (And the Barrista looked like Bob Dylan.) By the time we got back, and I'd finished talking to Nicole, it must have been past one, I had planned on doing some Romania research, but I conked.
My frog pajamas are awesome.
Normally I would have woken up at 6:40, showered, gotten ready in time for break fast and gone to class, but instead I just pulled on pants and a sweatshirt and went to class five minutes before it started. I was TIRED. Luckily I was still pretty alert in class.
WEEKEND!
I sat in the coffee shop area until a little after ten reading International Relations. It took me about an hour to read 10 pages... Why does that seem so ridiculous? It's Just TEN pages! After that I started writing down terms and definitions for chapter 6. I WILL come out better on the next exam. I WILL.
Now I need to go to the Honor's Lounge where we're meeting about the trip to Texas (another reason why I need to stay caught up.) Then I am going to walk to the passport place on the U campus and apply for a passport. I've already put that off for too long and now I just hope it will go through in time.
Hopefully I'll be back in time to do some more reading ("Don't worry, it will only take you about 2 hours to read Mark!" Good thing we've got to read Luke too...) Then at three thirty I get to relax in the Women's Resource Center for a showing of Persepolis (woo hoo!) and then at six I am off for the weekend to Montevideo.
Hooray!
It was a rough morning today. Last night, I was in the library for no less than five and a half hours. It took me FIVE hours to read the chapter for World Politics... That seems like a long time... provided I was on the internet for a little while, and I took a break in between to read about Richard and Bunny in The Secret History. Bunny's a dink, and I don't care that he dies (not a spoiler, the first page says so) but at the same time I really really like him... I like that book so much better than Twilight! MmmmMMmm Brain food!
At a little after Eleven, Jenny and I decided to go to Hard Times because I was most definitely going slightly mad. We played checkers, ate a muffin and drank orange juice. I really like that place. Even at midnight it's filled with all kinds of cool looking patrons (And the Barrista looked like Bob Dylan.) By the time we got back, and I'd finished talking to Nicole, it must have been past one, I had planned on doing some Romania research, but I conked.
My frog pajamas are awesome.
Normally I would have woken up at 6:40, showered, gotten ready in time for break fast and gone to class, but instead I just pulled on pants and a sweatshirt and went to class five minutes before it started. I was TIRED. Luckily I was still pretty alert in class.
WEEKEND!
I sat in the coffee shop area until a little after ten reading International Relations. It took me about an hour to read 10 pages... Why does that seem so ridiculous? It's Just TEN pages! After that I started writing down terms and definitions for chapter 6. I WILL come out better on the next exam. I WILL.
Now I need to go to the Honor's Lounge where we're meeting about the trip to Texas (another reason why I need to stay caught up.) Then I am going to walk to the passport place on the U campus and apply for a passport. I've already put that off for too long and now I just hope it will go through in time.
Hopefully I'll be back in time to do some more reading ("Don't worry, it will only take you about 2 hours to read Mark!" Good thing we've got to read Luke too...) Then at three thirty I get to relax in the Women's Resource Center for a showing of Persepolis (woo hoo!) and then at six I am off for the weekend to Montevideo.
Hooray!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Buyer's Remorse
Egads! I am using the my sacred Library Basement Study Space for something that isn't getting anything DONE!
And with my two page letter to Ms. Swenson after practicing, I am not coming out ahead work wise... But you know? ... Let me live my own life ok?
Today I was able to go to Shipping and Receiving to get my two packages. I knew what they were and I was excited; my lap top sleeve, and a metronome. When I ordered the lap top sleeve I was already wary, because it said it would fit a 15" computer... well... Computers don't generally come in 15" they come in 15.4" like mine, so I figured they were just rounding down for space's sake. WELL... It is in fact a tight squeeze, and I wish it wasn't so. It will certainly do... but I am kicking myself for being too superficial to settle on a cheaper, plain case that I knew would fit... But no, I wanted polka dots.
The metronome was a sound purchase, though it's a cheap, flimsy one, it will serve it's use well for now.
The back pack wasn't necessary though. I bought that on Monday. I figured that the one I had was too big to be practical. It was good for weekends, but papers got lost, and book corners got crumpled in it's gaping mass. Also, the zipper had come loose from the bag itself, so I was concerned about my books' safety in the rain... SO, I went to the bookstore and bought an aesthetically pleasing back pack, simple in design, practical in size... AAAAAND... I should have gotten the brown one... yes, because I am vain. "I don't OWN anything purple!" ... but I guess purple is a nice, happy color... whatever the case, I'm going to have to live with it.
I liked my morning. My alarm went off when I set it to, FIVE minutes earlier than usual (I wanted to see if 5 minutes could make a difference) and it caught my dreaming mind off gaurd. Thinking about that now, I really do wonder if it was because of the five minutes or not... I had been dreaming that Marrta and I had joined the Coast Gaurd, and it was our first day... it was in Ogilvie. It was really hard, and I was doubting my sanity, and at the end of the day they gave us all a Truth Serum. Knowing I had nothing to hide, I was ok with it, but it was still interesting. In the dream it caused crazy hallucinogenic effects, and I couldn't drive home.
ALARM!
Off to the shower I went. After turning it on, I waited for it to get warm, and waited, and waited, and waited... I got out to check another shower stall, and Megan (I think?) came out and said, "Nope, they're all cold." AWESOME! Everyone was highly irked by this, but I thought it was swell. I got in and out right quick, and afterwards was highly refreshed and rejuvenated.
Even though I was already alert, I had one of those caffeinated Hot Cocoa drinks at breakfast, and was nice and jittery by Scholar Citizen.
Before heading to the library, I'd planned on stopping by the Center for Counseling and Health Promotion, because though I am feeling fantastic now, I want to accustom myself to the place so that when I am freaking out, it will be easier for me to get help. It worked into my schedule perfectly; Stop by, and then go to the library until band... but a sign on their door said, "Back at One." That works wonders for one's mental health doesn't it! Good think I'm not having a bad day, or that could have been disasterous.
I am sure it would be fine.
Now I sit here... contemplating my next plan of action... I don't really WANT to take action, but i know that I must. The only reason I brought Dante here was so I could use his new sleeve... and to blog... but now he's going to be here as a portal to Facebook, and the rest of the universe. Bad? Maybe I can look up Romania on the UN site, and realize that Romania was a poor choice, even though I want to learn more about it before I go there this spring, from what we've looked at in class, it doesn't do all that much as far as the Commission on Sustainable Development goes.
Hopefully it actually does, and if it doesn't, I'll do Tanzania, because that's where Freddie Mercury was from.
Speaking of which, I made an accidental pun at breakfast this morning:
(After I didn't know that a guy was from System of a Down)
Lily: Oh, he's just a guy from a band, if it had been a famous world ruler I would have felt inadaquate
Mike: JUST a band??? It's System of a Down!
Lily: Meh. I don't pay that much attention to them... ask me anything about Queen on the other hand, and I might be more sucessful!
Evan: Oh Really?! (He ponders a question.)
Lily: Oh no, now I'm Under Pressure.
HAHAAHAHAAHA!
And with my two page letter to Ms. Swenson after practicing, I am not coming out ahead work wise... But you know? ... Let me live my own life ok?
Today I was able to go to Shipping and Receiving to get my two packages. I knew what they were and I was excited; my lap top sleeve, and a metronome. When I ordered the lap top sleeve I was already wary, because it said it would fit a 15" computer... well... Computers don't generally come in 15" they come in 15.4" like mine, so I figured they were just rounding down for space's sake. WELL... It is in fact a tight squeeze, and I wish it wasn't so. It will certainly do... but I am kicking myself for being too superficial to settle on a cheaper, plain case that I knew would fit... But no, I wanted polka dots.
The metronome was a sound purchase, though it's a cheap, flimsy one, it will serve it's use well for now.
The back pack wasn't necessary though. I bought that on Monday. I figured that the one I had was too big to be practical. It was good for weekends, but papers got lost, and book corners got crumpled in it's gaping mass. Also, the zipper had come loose from the bag itself, so I was concerned about my books' safety in the rain... SO, I went to the bookstore and bought an aesthetically pleasing back pack, simple in design, practical in size... AAAAAND... I should have gotten the brown one... yes, because I am vain. "I don't OWN anything purple!" ... but I guess purple is a nice, happy color... whatever the case, I'm going to have to live with it.
I liked my morning. My alarm went off when I set it to, FIVE minutes earlier than usual (I wanted to see if 5 minutes could make a difference) and it caught my dreaming mind off gaurd. Thinking about that now, I really do wonder if it was because of the five minutes or not... I had been dreaming that Marrta and I had joined the Coast Gaurd, and it was our first day... it was in Ogilvie. It was really hard, and I was doubting my sanity, and at the end of the day they gave us all a Truth Serum. Knowing I had nothing to hide, I was ok with it, but it was still interesting. In the dream it caused crazy hallucinogenic effects, and I couldn't drive home.
ALARM!
Off to the shower I went. After turning it on, I waited for it to get warm, and waited, and waited, and waited... I got out to check another shower stall, and Megan (I think?) came out and said, "Nope, they're all cold." AWESOME! Everyone was highly irked by this, but I thought it was swell. I got in and out right quick, and afterwards was highly refreshed and rejuvenated.
Even though I was already alert, I had one of those caffeinated Hot Cocoa drinks at breakfast, and was nice and jittery by Scholar Citizen.
Before heading to the library, I'd planned on stopping by the Center for Counseling and Health Promotion, because though I am feeling fantastic now, I want to accustom myself to the place so that when I am freaking out, it will be easier for me to get help. It worked into my schedule perfectly; Stop by, and then go to the library until band... but a sign on their door said, "Back at One." That works wonders for one's mental health doesn't it! Good think I'm not having a bad day, or that could have been disasterous.
I am sure it would be fine.
Now I sit here... contemplating my next plan of action... I don't really WANT to take action, but i know that I must. The only reason I brought Dante here was so I could use his new sleeve... and to blog... but now he's going to be here as a portal to Facebook, and the rest of the universe. Bad? Maybe I can look up Romania on the UN site, and realize that Romania was a poor choice, even though I want to learn more about it before I go there this spring, from what we've looked at in class, it doesn't do all that much as far as the Commission on Sustainable Development goes.
Hopefully it actually does, and if it doesn't, I'll do Tanzania, because that's where Freddie Mercury was from.
Speaking of which, I made an accidental pun at breakfast this morning:
(After I didn't know that a guy was from System of a Down)
Lily: Oh, he's just a guy from a band, if it had been a famous world ruler I would have felt inadaquate
Mike: JUST a band??? It's System of a Down!
Lily: Meh. I don't pay that much attention to them... ask me anything about Queen on the other hand, and I might be more sucessful!
Evan: Oh Really?! (He ponders a question.)
Lily: Oh no, now I'm Under Pressure.
HAHAAHAHAAHA!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Red Dye #40
Like a hen drawn to ripe tomatoes, I feel that anything red in color MUST be delicious... particulary Red 40, which I've heard is bad... in fact it might even be a carcinogen. I really like red Tootsie Pops, Cool Aid, Star Bursts, Rockstar, Jolly Ranchers, Skittles, Laffy Taffy, Now and Laters... Red... Today I had a whole bottle of my raspberry flavored off brand Crystal light. It's awesome. (THAT even has aspartame.)
Anyway, I thought I'd share some of the negative effects of Red 40:
Temper tantrums, hyper activity, aggressive behavior, uncontrolable crying, screaming, kicking, nervousness, dizziness, inability to sit still or concentrate. Maybe this is where my problems lie...
Of course, these are all symptoms observed in children, so maybe as a young adult I am exempt.
That aside, it is late and I must go to bed if I plan on waking up early tomorrow. I didn't study for the quiz, and I didn't print off the questions on Einstein.
Our study group consisting of me, Jenny, Sarah and Andrew was highly uneffective. I read TWO pages in my International Relations book. TWO! Though we were able to cover a wide range of topics unrelated to our studies AT ALL! It got a good laugh out of me though... Yesterday too. I noticed when I was home on Sara's floor, it was the first time I really fully all out laughed, and since then it's come easier. YESTERDAY in scholar Citizen Theater Lab I laughed until I cried, and today while studying... I am happy that I can laugh again.
Earlier, I went to Jenny's room and listened to Jonathan Delehanty and colored. THAT was a beneficial experience. I am feeling good. This morning I slept in really late because we had no Christian Vocation class... but it turned out that I slept TOO late and didn't get anything done. It still made me feel good. When I was home my mom pointed out how I see time differently now. One hour is not "A whole hour" it's "Just an hour." I measure time in the amount of work I could get done, not in the actual time that passes. So in that I feel lame... Coloring killed time too, but it was healthy.
I also went to John Bul Dau's speech, which was awesome, but I am not going to elaborate because I am not wearing my glasses and my brain is tired.
May the Force be with You.
Anyway, I thought I'd share some of the negative effects of Red 40:
Temper tantrums, hyper activity, aggressive behavior, uncontrolable crying, screaming, kicking, nervousness, dizziness, inability to sit still or concentrate. Maybe this is where my problems lie...
Of course, these are all symptoms observed in children, so maybe as a young adult I am exempt.
That aside, it is late and I must go to bed if I plan on waking up early tomorrow. I didn't study for the quiz, and I didn't print off the questions on Einstein.
Our study group consisting of me, Jenny, Sarah and Andrew was highly uneffective. I read TWO pages in my International Relations book. TWO! Though we were able to cover a wide range of topics unrelated to our studies AT ALL! It got a good laugh out of me though... Yesterday too. I noticed when I was home on Sara's floor, it was the first time I really fully all out laughed, and since then it's come easier. YESTERDAY in scholar Citizen Theater Lab I laughed until I cried, and today while studying... I am happy that I can laugh again.
Earlier, I went to Jenny's room and listened to Jonathan Delehanty and colored. THAT was a beneficial experience. I am feeling good. This morning I slept in really late because we had no Christian Vocation class... but it turned out that I slept TOO late and didn't get anything done. It still made me feel good. When I was home my mom pointed out how I see time differently now. One hour is not "A whole hour" it's "Just an hour." I measure time in the amount of work I could get done, not in the actual time that passes. So in that I feel lame... Coloring killed time too, but it was healthy.
I also went to John Bul Dau's speech, which was awesome, but I am not going to elaborate because I am not wearing my glasses and my brain is tired.
May the Force be with You.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Skin Graft
I guess it's been almost a week since my last blog, for this I appologize. This last week has been one jam packed with all kinds of things, particularily tests. On the upside, throughout this last week, I was able to come through to Sunday CAUGHT UP! Now of course there is more to do, but at least it's CURRENT work, and not last week's.
Soua is still sleeping! I am so proud of her. Normally she doesn't come back until late (after I go to sleep) And she's usually awake not long after I go to class at eight, which I don't think must be very pleasant. I'm glad that she's getting all the sleep she deserves.
That all aside now, I must tell of my weekend.
After 41 solid days as an Auggie, I went back to my old stomping grounds... and I found out that it was very very strange. Dad picked me up after World Politics Friday morning, and we "Ran Into" Anthony at Hard Times. It was nice to see Anthony, even though there wasn't much to talk about... at least on my part. He lives around here, and he gave me his card so I could contact him, but I haven't done that yet. Then Home.
The ride was full of beautiful changing leaves, that I am glad I was able to see. Upon arriving in Ogilvie, I drove to the school (I still remember how to drive!) Unbeknownst to me however, it had been an early out, and all the teachers were in meetings. I was only able to talk to Mrs. Erickson and Mrs. Dixon a little before I had to go. Being in there though was enough for me to see that life still goes on, and everything exists without me. The teachers teach, the students are asses ("Lily! Did you go out with Chris?!" Stuff like that... kids making out, being insensitive... all of it.) There was so much I wanted to tell all my teachers, but I didn't get to a fraction of it. It was still fun to answer all of their questions, "How is college?" "Do you like your teachers?" "Are your classes hard?" "How about your room mate?" "What's up with Speech Boy?"
After Homecoming Pep Band (I guess we won) Sara, Megan and I went to Sara's house for free pizza and nostalgia. Sara's living room... my oh my... We didn't have much time, because Megan had to get home to sleep before her swim meet the next day, but all of the sudden everything clicked back into place.
That's where I feel like a skin graft. I've been removed from my original body, and placed on a new one. My stitches aren't even off on the new one, and the wound is still sensitive and fragile, yet already the spot where I came from is healed over enough that it is impossible for me to be part of it again. ... though it's still where I want to be.
Especially after working at KBEK on Saturday. Just going in there and Seeing Scott and Colleen had me nearly in tears! I WAS in tears! I love it there, I love my home! Everything about it is familiar and comfortable, I want to go back. How easy would it be to just slip right back into that mode; working, volunteering, reading books, living, just like before! But because it's already healing behind me, I can't.
Saturday night-or early morning, whatever you think 12:15am should be- was weird too. I was at Sara's after watching Hair (which is NOT a feel good movie) and it was time to go... there I was, in Sara's kitchen just like always... but I knew that soon I would be going back to my new world, and Sara to her's, where we are both starting to have new friends and lifestyles, unknown to eachother. Sara doesn't know Ben, Jenny, Marrta and Andrew, I don't know Ian, Julia, or Cullan... She doesn't know the glory of Augsem Q, and I cringe at the thought of music theory... What worries me the most is that after going back and seeing my old life, it will be easier for me to fully disconnect from it... which is necessary... but when will I realize that I don't need Sara anymore? Or my parents? Or the teachers who were awesome?
Or Gravel, or rat snakes, bunnies and obnoxious pets?
But just the same, when I got back here yesterday morning, THIS clicked back into place. Augsburg. It isn't fully my natural habitat yet, but it definitely is right, so that gives me comfort.
Things are going well.
Soua is still sleeping! I am so proud of her. Normally she doesn't come back until late (after I go to sleep) And she's usually awake not long after I go to class at eight, which I don't think must be very pleasant. I'm glad that she's getting all the sleep she deserves.
That all aside now, I must tell of my weekend.
After 41 solid days as an Auggie, I went back to my old stomping grounds... and I found out that it was very very strange. Dad picked me up after World Politics Friday morning, and we "Ran Into" Anthony at Hard Times. It was nice to see Anthony, even though there wasn't much to talk about... at least on my part. He lives around here, and he gave me his card so I could contact him, but I haven't done that yet. Then Home.
The ride was full of beautiful changing leaves, that I am glad I was able to see. Upon arriving in Ogilvie, I drove to the school (I still remember how to drive!) Unbeknownst to me however, it had been an early out, and all the teachers were in meetings. I was only able to talk to Mrs. Erickson and Mrs. Dixon a little before I had to go. Being in there though was enough for me to see that life still goes on, and everything exists without me. The teachers teach, the students are asses ("Lily! Did you go out with Chris?!" Stuff like that... kids making out, being insensitive... all of it.) There was so much I wanted to tell all my teachers, but I didn't get to a fraction of it. It was still fun to answer all of their questions, "How is college?" "Do you like your teachers?" "Are your classes hard?" "How about your room mate?" "What's up with Speech Boy?"
After Homecoming Pep Band (I guess we won) Sara, Megan and I went to Sara's house for free pizza and nostalgia. Sara's living room... my oh my... We didn't have much time, because Megan had to get home to sleep before her swim meet the next day, but all of the sudden everything clicked back into place.
That's where I feel like a skin graft. I've been removed from my original body, and placed on a new one. My stitches aren't even off on the new one, and the wound is still sensitive and fragile, yet already the spot where I came from is healed over enough that it is impossible for me to be part of it again. ... though it's still where I want to be.
Especially after working at KBEK on Saturday. Just going in there and Seeing Scott and Colleen had me nearly in tears! I WAS in tears! I love it there, I love my home! Everything about it is familiar and comfortable, I want to go back. How easy would it be to just slip right back into that mode; working, volunteering, reading books, living, just like before! But because it's already healing behind me, I can't.
Saturday night-or early morning, whatever you think 12:15am should be- was weird too. I was at Sara's after watching Hair (which is NOT a feel good movie) and it was time to go... there I was, in Sara's kitchen just like always... but I knew that soon I would be going back to my new world, and Sara to her's, where we are both starting to have new friends and lifestyles, unknown to eachother. Sara doesn't know Ben, Jenny, Marrta and Andrew, I don't know Ian, Julia, or Cullan... She doesn't know the glory of Augsem Q, and I cringe at the thought of music theory... What worries me the most is that after going back and seeing my old life, it will be easier for me to fully disconnect from it... which is necessary... but when will I realize that I don't need Sara anymore? Or my parents? Or the teachers who were awesome?
Or Gravel, or rat snakes, bunnies and obnoxious pets?
But just the same, when I got back here yesterday morning, THIS clicked back into place. Augsburg. It isn't fully my natural habitat yet, but it definitely is right, so that gives me comfort.
Things are going well.
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