Never Do I feel more empowered and Freaking Awesome than when I am walking out of the library at 11:55pm. Especially after two and a half solid hours of reading. Post-Napoleon Europe... Nicholas I of Russia, Louis-Phillipe in France... Conservative take over... Liberal Revolts... On to Deuteronomy with Moses and the Israelites being NAUGHTY. Moses wasn't naughty... He tried. You know who else was naughty? King David. Even though he had plenty of his own wives he wanted the wife of Uriah... so he knocked her up and then KILLED Uriah. God saw through his dastardly scheme however... Buwahahaha!
It's nice to repeat things like this. It helps me remember.
But that's what I did. My eyes start to feel like they are bugging out of my head, but my brain is packed with information. It feels great. Then as I walk back to my dorm I feel so accomplished (even if I didn't actually get caught up.)
The night is beautiful. Even though I can't see the stars I know they are there, and I can smell winter. It's a great feeling. Summer is extraordinary, This summer in particular, but winter... WINTER! I know that it will be cold, and at times miserable, but it's MINNESOTA!
I also have so many fond memories associated with cold and snow. It's really nice. Really, Really, Nice.
I can't wait for my first Minneapolis winter!!!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
wEeKeNd!
It's exactly four o'clock on a Sunday, and as far as my body is concerned, it could be 9:00 am on Tuesday.
I didn't get out of bed until it was nearly one, which is almost forgivable considering I didn't GO to bed until 3am.
Life is good. I am growing up... or at least "Growing In," to this. College, with it's dorms, and food plans, libraries, classes and social circles was like a pair of pants too wide and too long that I bought anyway because I needed pants and knew I would grow into them. Good analagy?
Maybe not, but I think it's appropriate. Little girl from Ogilvie comes to big city and is suddenly lost in it all. Scurrying from place to place, stumbling and getting upset... well, now I just might be getting a handle on it. I'm styling my too big jeans... in a way.
It was Saturday night. Marrta couldn't get into her room, and we didn't want to resign to a night of monotony. We tried the library, but studying on a saturday must be illegal, because the library closed at seven! So we went up to floor seven and found some people who were on their way to a party.
College party. I drug myself to it warily, hoping that it wouldn't involve drinking and badness, because I didn't want to get involved, but it turned out to be my kind of party, even though I didn't really know all the people that well. We hung out and talked, ate brownies and then played Scattergories. (Animal, starts with D. "Dromedary." That's right. Love me Ben. Love me.)
After that we decided to go to First Avenue, and again, I was wary. I didn't know what to expect, and I didn't want to be in a situation that I would regret. First Avenue. It was like the scary dance parties at the Renaissance Festival on the last weekend. Only this time I wasn't 14 and terrified. I had a really great time. At one point I was touched by a strange man, which I had been warned of ahead of time. We only could stay for an hour, so we could catch the train back without having to walk through scary neighborhoods.
Fun Fun Fun.
At twoish we went to the Hard Times Cafe for liquids and foods. That place is beautiful. I plan on spending a lot more time there, considering that it looks and smells like home. Happy.
Today as you know, I slept too late, and now must study. The library might be the best place to do that but I don't feel like leaving my room (which I kind of cleaned today!)
Eventually.
I can't remember if I have expressed this, but I have been having the greatest time listening to angsy-boy-punk-rock on Pandora. In one way it brings me back to my hormonal transition time of Early High School, but in this weird new way it's celebrating my NEW transition time. It's weird. Angry boys singing about infatuations, and angst... It really pumps me up.
The sun is coming out.
Half an hour till dinner... though it feels like breakfast... then off to study for the week.
A big, scary week with exams and page after page after page of reading... Sigh.
This concludes another college weekend.
I didn't get out of bed until it was nearly one, which is almost forgivable considering I didn't GO to bed until 3am.
Life is good. I am growing up... or at least "Growing In," to this. College, with it's dorms, and food plans, libraries, classes and social circles was like a pair of pants too wide and too long that I bought anyway because I needed pants and knew I would grow into them. Good analagy?
Maybe not, but I think it's appropriate. Little girl from Ogilvie comes to big city and is suddenly lost in it all. Scurrying from place to place, stumbling and getting upset... well, now I just might be getting a handle on it. I'm styling my too big jeans... in a way.
It was Saturday night. Marrta couldn't get into her room, and we didn't want to resign to a night of monotony. We tried the library, but studying on a saturday must be illegal, because the library closed at seven! So we went up to floor seven and found some people who were on their way to a party.
College party. I drug myself to it warily, hoping that it wouldn't involve drinking and badness, because I didn't want to get involved, but it turned out to be my kind of party, even though I didn't really know all the people that well. We hung out and talked, ate brownies and then played Scattergories. (Animal, starts with D. "Dromedary." That's right. Love me Ben. Love me.)
After that we decided to go to First Avenue, and again, I was wary. I didn't know what to expect, and I didn't want to be in a situation that I would regret. First Avenue. It was like the scary dance parties at the Renaissance Festival on the last weekend. Only this time I wasn't 14 and terrified. I had a really great time. At one point I was touched by a strange man, which I had been warned of ahead of time. We only could stay for an hour, so we could catch the train back without having to walk through scary neighborhoods.
Fun Fun Fun.
At twoish we went to the Hard Times Cafe for liquids and foods. That place is beautiful. I plan on spending a lot more time there, considering that it looks and smells like home. Happy.
Today as you know, I slept too late, and now must study. The library might be the best place to do that but I don't feel like leaving my room (which I kind of cleaned today!)
Eventually.
I can't remember if I have expressed this, but I have been having the greatest time listening to angsy-boy-punk-rock on Pandora. In one way it brings me back to my hormonal transition time of Early High School, but in this weird new way it's celebrating my NEW transition time. It's weird. Angry boys singing about infatuations, and angst... It really pumps me up.
The sun is coming out.
Half an hour till dinner... though it feels like breakfast... then off to study for the week.
A big, scary week with exams and page after page after page of reading... Sigh.
This concludes another college weekend.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
You know you might be lonely when...
You find yourself alone in your room on a Saturday evening watching Episodes of Lost Season one off the internet...
It's all right though... I thought about what I would do if anyone called and asked if I wanted to go do something amazing... and I decided that I'd be the most content to stay here on my bed watching Lost... and maybe after a while go down to the lobby and get some ice cream.
I thought it was a pretty much accepted that foot ball games are in the evening, even though I KNEW that the game started early today... It's a good thing I decided to get out of bed, because we had to be in the band room at 11:45. I had only gotten up at 11:20. So because I had to just run from here to the band room I didn't get any food.
Pep Band was fun, and we WON against St. Olaf by a lot. I don't remember the actual numbers. Afterwards my friends (Marrta) deserted me, so I ate food and came back to my dorm only to discover that it was already FIVE O'CLOCK! I have no idea when that happened. What now what now...
READING!!! I don't want to do assigned reading on the weekend though... I want to do FUN reading. Like Twilight, or American Gods that Alan is letting me borrow. Neil Gaiman!
Ok. So last night at Ali and Mitch's! As expected, I had a hard time understanding the debate, and that makes me feel... not stupid... just... not as educated as I think I should be. I don't know what's up with me. Afterwards we watched Death at a Funeral, which proved to be a really swell movie. Laughs a plenty.
I sent Andrew a "Huzzah" text in honor of 12:15... but I had the wrong number, so the effect was lost. Very sad.
I will have more chances.
Anyway. I am going to get back to my LOST!
It's all right though... I thought about what I would do if anyone called and asked if I wanted to go do something amazing... and I decided that I'd be the most content to stay here on my bed watching Lost... and maybe after a while go down to the lobby and get some ice cream.
I thought it was a pretty much accepted that foot ball games are in the evening, even though I KNEW that the game started early today... It's a good thing I decided to get out of bed, because we had to be in the band room at 11:45. I had only gotten up at 11:20. So because I had to just run from here to the band room I didn't get any food.
Pep Band was fun, and we WON against St. Olaf by a lot. I don't remember the actual numbers. Afterwards my friends (Marrta) deserted me, so I ate food and came back to my dorm only to discover that it was already FIVE O'CLOCK! I have no idea when that happened. What now what now...
READING!!! I don't want to do assigned reading on the weekend though... I want to do FUN reading. Like Twilight, or American Gods that Alan is letting me borrow. Neil Gaiman!
Ok. So last night at Ali and Mitch's! As expected, I had a hard time understanding the debate, and that makes me feel... not stupid... just... not as educated as I think I should be. I don't know what's up with me. Afterwards we watched Death at a Funeral, which proved to be a really swell movie. Laughs a plenty.
I sent Andrew a "Huzzah" text in honor of 12:15... but I had the wrong number, so the effect was lost. Very sad.
I will have more chances.
Anyway. I am going to get back to my LOST!
Friday, September 26, 2008
Friday Never Hesitate!
I am starting to get worrired about how much I thoroughly enjoy doing laundry. How can such a monotonous task bring me such a feeling of accomplishment and joy, and at the same time be so relaxing? It's LAUNDRY for crying out loud! Today I just did a small load of the pants I bought from Savers, and my fall jacket. I figured that it IS almost fall, and my jacket smelled weird, so why not.
While in the hot and empty laundry room I replied to a letter and read. I do regret not getting outside more today... but I still feel good.
I went to my eight o'clock class, which was only 50 minutes long and painless, and when I got back I finished some more letters and took a nap. THREE HOURS of a nap! grah! I spent the rest of my day being as lazy as possible, and it was FANTASTIC!
I read two chapters of Twilight, and sat on my floor playing guitar and "singing." From the floor looking at the pile of clothing, bedding, shoes and text books that is my bed, and I felt really good. Why clutter makes me happy, I do not know... maybe it has something to do with laundry? Or maybe it's just that I am finally growing comfortable enough with my environment that I can be lazy and disorganized... My desk is a disaster too... I do need to do some tidying.
Band was at 3:40, and I got there on time, only to realize that I was wearing jeans and a tie-dyed shirt when everyone else was dressed in black (don't look back and I love you... you're dirty and sweet oh yeah...). I RAN back to my dorm and threw on my black out fit that was convieniently right on my floor from Jazz band pictures yesterday. By the time I got back to the band room I was hot and out of breath. Hooray large motor movement! Pictures were painless (aside from the sun) and then we were finished.
Now, shortly, I will be off to Mortenson for the Debate with Ali, Mitch and Company. I've never actually watched a debate before, so I am excited, but also nervous that it will all go over my head. I pay more attention to politics than most... but... we'll see. Either way I'll come out of it educated.
From the looks of today, this weekend is going to be a good one.
While in the hot and empty laundry room I replied to a letter and read. I do regret not getting outside more today... but I still feel good.
I went to my eight o'clock class, which was only 50 minutes long and painless, and when I got back I finished some more letters and took a nap. THREE HOURS of a nap! grah! I spent the rest of my day being as lazy as possible, and it was FANTASTIC!
I read two chapters of Twilight, and sat on my floor playing guitar and "singing." From the floor looking at the pile of clothing, bedding, shoes and text books that is my bed, and I felt really good. Why clutter makes me happy, I do not know... maybe it has something to do with laundry? Or maybe it's just that I am finally growing comfortable enough with my environment that I can be lazy and disorganized... My desk is a disaster too... I do need to do some tidying.
Band was at 3:40, and I got there on time, only to realize that I was wearing jeans and a tie-dyed shirt when everyone else was dressed in black (don't look back and I love you... you're dirty and sweet oh yeah...). I RAN back to my dorm and threw on my black out fit that was convieniently right on my floor from Jazz band pictures yesterday. By the time I got back to the band room I was hot and out of breath. Hooray large motor movement! Pictures were painless (aside from the sun) and then we were finished.
Now, shortly, I will be off to Mortenson for the Debate with Ali, Mitch and Company. I've never actually watched a debate before, so I am excited, but also nervous that it will all go over my head. I pay more attention to politics than most... but... we'll see. Either way I'll come out of it educated.
From the looks of today, this weekend is going to be a good one.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
At the End of the day, you just have to say it's All Right
I really wish that by the time I got to blogging I could be as deep and as thoughtful as I am when I'm THINKING about blogging.
So where do I begin? AUGSBURG is an amazing place, and I am in love with it. LOVE I tell you.
For one, I REALLY like the bricks here.
For another, How ELSE would Peter Yarrow of Peter, Paul and Mary have kissed my forehead?
This morning when I woke up I decided I'd wear my Snape shirt. I was pretty excited, even though it makes me feel like I'm really a gloomy person. Just about everyone who comments on it starts saying, "Snape, Snape, Severus Snape," Which makes me happy. So, Snape Shirt +1 mood points.
I got up with enough time to shower, AND eat a big breakfast because I knew I'd miss lunch. Hygeine and Nourishment +2
The discussion in Christian Vocation was actually in depth and heated at times! The time passed really fast and even though I wasn't caught up in the reading, it was GREAT. I didn't chime in as much as I would have liked, but that's ok. +2.
Peter Yarrow was doing a sound check as I was on my way to Augsem. I was quite sad that I would not be able to attend his concert... BUT THEN Rain threatened, so our Augsem went to the concert.
Here's Peter Yarrow, who's played for MASSES of people, Peace Protests, Civil Rights Rallies, Anti-Vietnam Protests, out side in the rain in our little Auggie court yard playing for a scattered handful of people. I'd like to attribute my thorough glee throughout the rest of the day to him. Perhaps he just really has such great energy that It fueled my happiness. On the piece of notebook paper he signed, he drew a peace sign, followed by "love." Peace and Love. He was a hippie. It made me realize that you can spread peace and love to anyone with out having to carry out the general hippie stereotypes of drugs and promiscuity. I will pass on the love. That will be my mission.
...
I got my Great Train Robbery Quiz back, and as expected I got a 24 out of 24. (+1 Glee). We have an exam coming soon, and of that I am a bit wary. There's an exam in World Politics too. (-1 Glee). (Total: 0 Glee).
For dinner, Ben, Jenny and I walked to the Subway in the Emergency room across the street. Sadly, I wasn't craving Subway as much as I had been, so the joy was kind of lost.(+1 for subway. -1 for no craving...)
Afterwards they went to get Coldstone, but bailed because of social tensions, and instead looked at Sculptures with Andrew. One of his friends was wearing a KVSC Trivia T-shirt, so I asked him about it. He told me that he's on a team, and that they do really well. I asked if I could somehow get in on that, he said that yes, he's trying to get as many as possible! What team? Loose Meat Sandwiches. I've been hearing that name for years! Will I really be part of it? Let's just hope that my brain will be so saturated with trivia by February that I will be a strong asset... and not just dead weight.
Dust of the Encyclopedias! Sort my Mental Floss!
Sculptures: +1
Trivia In: +1
Loose Meat Sandwiches: +1
Then, at the end of the day I went to the Augsburg Feminist meeting. At first I was apprehensive, because ALL of the groups here are so small, but the people there were a lot of fun, and I think it will prove to be a good time.
I am not going to tally my points, but I think it goes without saying that my Mood Is Great.
So where do I begin? AUGSBURG is an amazing place, and I am in love with it. LOVE I tell you.
For one, I REALLY like the bricks here.
For another, How ELSE would Peter Yarrow of Peter, Paul and Mary have kissed my forehead?
This morning when I woke up I decided I'd wear my Snape shirt. I was pretty excited, even though it makes me feel like I'm really a gloomy person. Just about everyone who comments on it starts saying, "Snape, Snape, Severus Snape," Which makes me happy. So, Snape Shirt +1 mood points.
I got up with enough time to shower, AND eat a big breakfast because I knew I'd miss lunch. Hygeine and Nourishment +2
The discussion in Christian Vocation was actually in depth and heated at times! The time passed really fast and even though I wasn't caught up in the reading, it was GREAT. I didn't chime in as much as I would have liked, but that's ok. +2.
Peter Yarrow was doing a sound check as I was on my way to Augsem. I was quite sad that I would not be able to attend his concert... BUT THEN Rain threatened, so our Augsem went to the concert.
Here's Peter Yarrow, who's played for MASSES of people, Peace Protests, Civil Rights Rallies, Anti-Vietnam Protests, out side in the rain in our little Auggie court yard playing for a scattered handful of people. I'd like to attribute my thorough glee throughout the rest of the day to him. Perhaps he just really has such great energy that It fueled my happiness. On the piece of notebook paper he signed, he drew a peace sign, followed by "love." Peace and Love. He was a hippie. It made me realize that you can spread peace and love to anyone with out having to carry out the general hippie stereotypes of drugs and promiscuity. I will pass on the love. That will be my mission.
...
I got my Great Train Robbery Quiz back, and as expected I got a 24 out of 24. (+1 Glee). We have an exam coming soon, and of that I am a bit wary. There's an exam in World Politics too. (-1 Glee). (Total: 0 Glee).
For dinner, Ben, Jenny and I walked to the Subway in the Emergency room across the street. Sadly, I wasn't craving Subway as much as I had been, so the joy was kind of lost.(+1 for subway. -1 for no craving...)
Afterwards they went to get Coldstone, but bailed because of social tensions, and instead looked at Sculptures with Andrew. One of his friends was wearing a KVSC Trivia T-shirt, so I asked him about it. He told me that he's on a team, and that they do really well. I asked if I could somehow get in on that, he said that yes, he's trying to get as many as possible! What team? Loose Meat Sandwiches. I've been hearing that name for years! Will I really be part of it? Let's just hope that my brain will be so saturated with trivia by February that I will be a strong asset... and not just dead weight.
Dust of the Encyclopedias! Sort my Mental Floss!
Sculptures: +1
Trivia In: +1
Loose Meat Sandwiches: +1
Then, at the end of the day I went to the Augsburg Feminist meeting. At first I was apprehensive, because ALL of the groups here are so small, but the people there were a lot of fun, and I think it will prove to be a good time.
I am not going to tally my points, but I think it goes without saying that my Mood Is Great.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Homework Woes and Laundry Loads
As I sit in the laundry room drinking one of my last Dr. Peppers, waiting for the 27 minutes to tick down on my drying laundry I realize I left my basket in my room... a lot of good that is going to do me... but that's not what I originally intended to say. What I wanted to say is that I am taking a twenty seven minute respite from my reading to blog, because it's something I haven't been very good about, and that I simply SHOULD do.
I did TWO loads of laundry, and I felt cool because I divided it up between delicates and not so delicates. I felt like a mom. The last time I did laundry it was a dreadful experience in which the water did not drain... this happened to one of my loads, but I didn't fret, I just started over and kept reading "A Year of Living Biblically."
I am sorry that the most exciting things that I have to share about are my adventures in the world of laundry.
There was a homecoming Soccer game last night that the band was going to play for, but with just three trumpets, four flutes, a guitar and one drummer, it didn't make for much of a sound. We bailed, and the outcome was bittersweet. On the one hand I would have loved to play my trumpet and have a good time, but on the other I knew that I would only be wallowing in how much homework I could be doing in that time.
Marrta and I went to the Library basement and I FINISHED THE QUESTION OF GOD! What a burden lifted from my shoulders! I often get an awesome feeling after finishing a book, especially a lengthy one, and in the last week I've finished two without the chance to even soak it all in. There's a bunch in the bible that I have to read, "The Year of Living Biblically," World Politics text, and because I REFUSE to get behind in it, nearly two chapters of The Modern World text.
Last night on the way home from the Library, Jason-dressed in black- peeked out from behind a wall in a very frightening manner. It gave me a start, but then I realized that they were playing capture the flag... Just now I read Adam's blog and he talked about it too... and I got sad. It would have been a lot of fun had I not been burrowed down in the library with so much to do...
The patterns in my lifestyle don't look like they will be easing up any time soon.
But right now I am not too worried about it.
I am hoping to get a big enough chunk done tonight so that I can go to Savers with Jenny without too much guilt and get some pants. Then I'll solve the mystery of the missing Rockstar Energy drink, and stay up a little later than I should reading.
This morning on the way to World Politics, I tripped up the stairs in front of at least three people. And not just a minor stumble! I tripped, and tried to recollect myself gracefully, only to fall again, and then AGAIN! By this time I was hanging on to the handrail for dear life. A man asked if I was ok... I mumbled at him and hurried away. It's a good thing I am not that easily embarassed, for that could have been very traumatizing.
! So little time!
I did TWO loads of laundry, and I felt cool because I divided it up between delicates and not so delicates. I felt like a mom. The last time I did laundry it was a dreadful experience in which the water did not drain... this happened to one of my loads, but I didn't fret, I just started over and kept reading "A Year of Living Biblically."
I am sorry that the most exciting things that I have to share about are my adventures in the world of laundry.
There was a homecoming Soccer game last night that the band was going to play for, but with just three trumpets, four flutes, a guitar and one drummer, it didn't make for much of a sound. We bailed, and the outcome was bittersweet. On the one hand I would have loved to play my trumpet and have a good time, but on the other I knew that I would only be wallowing in how much homework I could be doing in that time.
Marrta and I went to the Library basement and I FINISHED THE QUESTION OF GOD! What a burden lifted from my shoulders! I often get an awesome feeling after finishing a book, especially a lengthy one, and in the last week I've finished two without the chance to even soak it all in. There's a bunch in the bible that I have to read, "The Year of Living Biblically," World Politics text, and because I REFUSE to get behind in it, nearly two chapters of The Modern World text.
Last night on the way home from the Library, Jason-dressed in black- peeked out from behind a wall in a very frightening manner. It gave me a start, but then I realized that they were playing capture the flag... Just now I read Adam's blog and he talked about it too... and I got sad. It would have been a lot of fun had I not been burrowed down in the library with so much to do...
The patterns in my lifestyle don't look like they will be easing up any time soon.
But right now I am not too worried about it.
I am hoping to get a big enough chunk done tonight so that I can go to Savers with Jenny without too much guilt and get some pants. Then I'll solve the mystery of the missing Rockstar Energy drink, and stay up a little later than I should reading.
This morning on the way to World Politics, I tripped up the stairs in front of at least three people. And not just a minor stumble! I tripped, and tried to recollect myself gracefully, only to fall again, and then AGAIN! By this time I was hanging on to the handrail for dear life. A man asked if I was ok... I mumbled at him and hurried away. It's a good thing I am not that easily embarassed, for that could have been very traumatizing.
! So little time!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Brand New Key
Unfortunately there are no Rollerskates that come with that deal...
Now that song is stuck in my head. I suppose that's All Right.
Though my back pack weighs as much as my fat dog Sparky, and I have at LEAST 200 pages of reading assigned just today (so I am not even behind!) For Christian Vocation, not to mention pep band obligations and mental health time, I am in a GREAT mood.
Auntie faye sent me a big envelope today filled with awesome frog pajamas, (Frog Pajamas? I ask... Do you reckon I'll ever be Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas? ... tee hee hee... ! I didn't even bring that book!) FUDGE, a card, and THREE gift cards to Starbucks, Wendy's and Pizza Hut. Now THERE's Love. :) In her card she said that she's reading Twilight and nothing else is getting done... It's so true. Luckily I've been controlling myself quite well.
Music, Fudge and History. What else could I ask for?
Today I went to History at it's new time in the SMALL music class room. I got there really early and talked to some of the others there about the Great Train Robbery. I am still experiencing a high from having finished that entire book in such a short amount of time. After a bit of review, I was confident for the test. I even had the slang words I was going to use!
Romer Vokeny: Sailor accent, criminal Jargon
Dunnage: Clothes
Dolly Mop: Prostitute
Nose: Police informant
YESSSSS.
We got our geography quizzes back. I wasn't nervous at all, and when I saw my perfect score of ten I was not surprized. There was a back to the study sheet that I didn't even look at... it was physical geography, but luckily it was mostly politcal on the test. The part I am most proud of is the Pyrenees. Thank You Mrs. Cekalla's Geography class, Nicole and Sara, because remember, Brittany has Risque Pyrenees. I forgot what Brittany stood for, but Risque was the Bay (or Gulf?) of Biskay.
Mnemonic Devices rule.
I'm pretty sure I aced the book test... he didn't even ask me about the slang...
The Modern World with Professor Gus, Tuesdays and Thursdays. 'Tis there that I find the inspiration to pursue my other obligations with a smile...
After that I went to the Music hall, thinking jazz band was at three thirty. I practiced until Three 25 only to find out that Jazz band started at Three ten... so I was late. They still welcomed me warmly though. Jazz Band!!!! This is so Great. I love band. Even though I am having tone issues with my trumpet... it's probably not his fault but my own face's.
Now I am back in my dorm with my very own key, so that I am once again perfectly independent of others for my happiness. Soon I am off with Marrta to dinner, and afterwards there's Pep band for the Homecoming Soccer Game. Though taking into consideration the WALL clouds and threatening winds, I don't know if that is going to happen. At least for the band... However, I am drawing my own conclusions... ooh! now it's raining!!
Now that song is stuck in my head. I suppose that's All Right.
Though my back pack weighs as much as my fat dog Sparky, and I have at LEAST 200 pages of reading assigned just today (so I am not even behind!) For Christian Vocation, not to mention pep band obligations and mental health time, I am in a GREAT mood.
Auntie faye sent me a big envelope today filled with awesome frog pajamas, (Frog Pajamas? I ask... Do you reckon I'll ever be Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas? ... tee hee hee... ! I didn't even bring that book!) FUDGE, a card, and THREE gift cards to Starbucks, Wendy's and Pizza Hut. Now THERE's Love. :) In her card she said that she's reading Twilight and nothing else is getting done... It's so true. Luckily I've been controlling myself quite well.
Music, Fudge and History. What else could I ask for?
Today I went to History at it's new time in the SMALL music class room. I got there really early and talked to some of the others there about the Great Train Robbery. I am still experiencing a high from having finished that entire book in such a short amount of time. After a bit of review, I was confident for the test. I even had the slang words I was going to use!
Romer Vokeny: Sailor accent, criminal Jargon
Dunnage: Clothes
Dolly Mop: Prostitute
Nose: Police informant
YESSSSS.
We got our geography quizzes back. I wasn't nervous at all, and when I saw my perfect score of ten I was not surprized. There was a back to the study sheet that I didn't even look at... it was physical geography, but luckily it was mostly politcal on the test. The part I am most proud of is the Pyrenees. Thank You Mrs. Cekalla's Geography class, Nicole and Sara, because remember, Brittany has Risque Pyrenees. I forgot what Brittany stood for, but Risque was the Bay (or Gulf?) of Biskay.
Mnemonic Devices rule.
I'm pretty sure I aced the book test... he didn't even ask me about the slang...
The Modern World with Professor Gus, Tuesdays and Thursdays. 'Tis there that I find the inspiration to pursue my other obligations with a smile...
After that I went to the Music hall, thinking jazz band was at three thirty. I practiced until Three 25 only to find out that Jazz band started at Three ten... so I was late. They still welcomed me warmly though. Jazz Band!!!! This is so Great. I love band. Even though I am having tone issues with my trumpet... it's probably not his fault but my own face's.
Now I am back in my dorm with my very own key, so that I am once again perfectly independent of others for my happiness. Soon I am off with Marrta to dinner, and afterwards there's Pep band for the Homecoming Soccer Game. Though taking into consideration the WALL clouds and threatening winds, I don't know if that is going to happen. At least for the band... However, I am drawing my own conclusions... ooh! now it's raining!!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava...
... let 'em go, because man, they're gone.
Jack Handey
You can't imagine how helpless one becomes having lost their keys. Unable to get into Urness, Your room, or even the bathroom... Oh so very helpless indeed!
I got a new access card to add to my bill. I think it's something like $30... But hey, It's college... what's thirty dollars? I'm still feeling foolish about it however. The one time I decide NOT to fasten my keys to my belt loop, and they jump ship. Conniving Scoundrels!
Luckily, my room mate is AWESOME and is letting me use her key for now.
It is just past twelve thirty, meaning that I have four and a half hours before Josh is finished at the Youth Power Summit to read at LEAST chapter eight in "The Question of God," the Lewis reading, and the questions associated with it. Also there's the second HALF of "The Great Train Robbery" to finish by tuesday. I'm not behind, not yet.
"The Great Train Robbery" is a really fun book. I would have not picked it out on my own but it is really fun to learn about the Crimea, the Glass Palace and the Railway system, and then be able to read about them in a novel and have this great intellectual understanding... ah yes.
My parents visited on Thursday. My dad had to bring some pottery to a guy here, and Mom came with. They picked me up on their way and then we went to Green Mill. I wasn't wild about the food that I got... It's sad that I am already so put off by noodles... but it was awesome to be with my parents. My Dad Joked that they're not seeing me any less than usual... and that's kind of true when you think about it. I've been so busy lately I haven't had time to mull over how little I've seen of them. However when I DID get to see them I was overwhelmed with home sickness. I only wished to stay in the car, sleeping on the drive, to arrive in the gravel driveway in Ogilvie where I'd be greeted by bounding, squealing dogs, and a slinking cat too dignified to show that he missed me.
Away from this dorm, away from this city, away from all my books and reading. I can see how dropping out in the first ten days wouldn't be that out of the picture for some!
I like it here though. I've already become used to this life, and I don't especially want to leave it behind yet... Strangely all that comes to mind right now as to WHY I don't want to leave is, "Ice Tea." Ice Tea in association with coffee shops of course, and coffee shops in turn associated with friendships. Happy.
The City is good.
I'm considering taking up "Everybody's free to wear sunscreen" in that I should, "Live in New York once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft." I like that. Maybe as a reknowned...archivist(?) I'll have that opportunity.
I should try to get to a book store tonight and get a book of short stories for speech. I need to find SOMETHING!
Ice Tea sounds fabulous right now.
Well, Not much else of importance to note at this time. My conscience is eating at me to get back to reading...I'd rather be reading Twilight...
Oh Goodness... did I just say that!?
What has become of me!
Jack Handey
You can't imagine how helpless one becomes having lost their keys. Unable to get into Urness, Your room, or even the bathroom... Oh so very helpless indeed!
I got a new access card to add to my bill. I think it's something like $30... But hey, It's college... what's thirty dollars? I'm still feeling foolish about it however. The one time I decide NOT to fasten my keys to my belt loop, and they jump ship. Conniving Scoundrels!
Luckily, my room mate is AWESOME and is letting me use her key for now.
It is just past twelve thirty, meaning that I have four and a half hours before Josh is finished at the Youth Power Summit to read at LEAST chapter eight in "The Question of God," the Lewis reading, and the questions associated with it. Also there's the second HALF of "The Great Train Robbery" to finish by tuesday. I'm not behind, not yet.
"The Great Train Robbery" is a really fun book. I would have not picked it out on my own but it is really fun to learn about the Crimea, the Glass Palace and the Railway system, and then be able to read about them in a novel and have this great intellectual understanding... ah yes.
My parents visited on Thursday. My dad had to bring some pottery to a guy here, and Mom came with. They picked me up on their way and then we went to Green Mill. I wasn't wild about the food that I got... It's sad that I am already so put off by noodles... but it was awesome to be with my parents. My Dad Joked that they're not seeing me any less than usual... and that's kind of true when you think about it. I've been so busy lately I haven't had time to mull over how little I've seen of them. However when I DID get to see them I was overwhelmed with home sickness. I only wished to stay in the car, sleeping on the drive, to arrive in the gravel driveway in Ogilvie where I'd be greeted by bounding, squealing dogs, and a slinking cat too dignified to show that he missed me.
Away from this dorm, away from this city, away from all my books and reading. I can see how dropping out in the first ten days wouldn't be that out of the picture for some!
I like it here though. I've already become used to this life, and I don't especially want to leave it behind yet... Strangely all that comes to mind right now as to WHY I don't want to leave is, "Ice Tea." Ice Tea in association with coffee shops of course, and coffee shops in turn associated with friendships. Happy.
The City is good.
I'm considering taking up "Everybody's free to wear sunscreen" in that I should, "Live in New York once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft." I like that. Maybe as a reknowned...archivist(?) I'll have that opportunity.
I should try to get to a book store tonight and get a book of short stories for speech. I need to find SOMETHING!
Ice Tea sounds fabulous right now.
Well, Not much else of importance to note at this time. My conscience is eating at me to get back to reading...I'd rather be reading Twilight...
Oh Goodness... did I just say that!?
What has become of me!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Destructive Habits
I've got it. Armed with a clipboard, my tool of choice, I am ready. Pen poised, smile fixed, ALL I have to do is approach them and say, "Hey! Are you Obama Supporters?" and they'll say, "Yes!" Then I'll write down their names and move on to the next.
All I have to do is make the first move. After that it will be cake right? It always is. The first number on the call list, the first door to knock, it's always the hardest.
But my three weeks of inaction have left me soft. Polichick is weakened by the fear of judgment. I told Max that I would. I have to else I face the relentless guilt put upon me by my own self.
My ego has been up and down today. I got up early to go to the other Honors Religion class in hopes that I could take that instead, moving History to One Thirty, leaving three thirty open for Jazz band. Simple as that. Quanbeck complied, and then it was off to Gus' office where I was informed I could not switch because the room is too full. He'll get back to me next week...
Plus because I put it off this long I feel lousy for Bob through all of this.
UGH!
So... Yesterday when I went to academic advising to register for Brass Choir, the lady at the desk said, "Wow! This looks like two semesters worth of courses!" I'll never know what it's like to "Take it Easy." Never.
I still need to figure out my Stafford Loan.
It is a dangerous habit to put things off. At least this time I am mostly caught up with my homework.
I wish I didn't have Jazz band to deal with. I WANT to do Jazz Band, any chance I can get to play my trumpet, I want to take, but I wish that I didn't have to move my whole schedule around, just as I am finally getting used to it!
My Barack Obama Clip Board is sneering at me.
Right now I am going to read a chapter in the Question of God so as to not have as much tonight.
AT LEAST I did everything I was supposed to for History. Gus WILL remember me, just like he remembers Bob Stake. History is Love.
All I have to do is make the first move. After that it will be cake right? It always is. The first number on the call list, the first door to knock, it's always the hardest.
But my three weeks of inaction have left me soft. Polichick is weakened by the fear of judgment. I told Max that I would. I have to else I face the relentless guilt put upon me by my own self.
My ego has been up and down today. I got up early to go to the other Honors Religion class in hopes that I could take that instead, moving History to One Thirty, leaving three thirty open for Jazz band. Simple as that. Quanbeck complied, and then it was off to Gus' office where I was informed I could not switch because the room is too full. He'll get back to me next week...
Plus because I put it off this long I feel lousy for Bob through all of this.
UGH!
So... Yesterday when I went to academic advising to register for Brass Choir, the lady at the desk said, "Wow! This looks like two semesters worth of courses!" I'll never know what it's like to "Take it Easy." Never.
I still need to figure out my Stafford Loan.
It is a dangerous habit to put things off. At least this time I am mostly caught up with my homework.
I wish I didn't have Jazz band to deal with. I WANT to do Jazz Band, any chance I can get to play my trumpet, I want to take, but I wish that I didn't have to move my whole schedule around, just as I am finally getting used to it!
My Barack Obama Clip Board is sneering at me.
Right now I am going to read a chapter in the Question of God so as to not have as much tonight.
AT LEAST I did everything I was supposed to for History. Gus WILL remember me, just like he remembers Bob Stake. History is Love.
Monday, September 15, 2008
An angel with a lily in his hand... tee hee
There are times when I really appreciate the sheer frigidness of our fridge, for example; cracking open an ice cold Mountain Dew, or pouring a glass of refreshing water. Right now however, as I gnaw through chunks of frozen rice trying not to hurt my teeth is not very pleasant.
Of course, I could just leave the left overs out in the sun long enough for them to thaw, but I do not have that patience. My leftovers are Thai, and quite delicious, despite their temperature. (Note: "3" on a spicy scale of one to five is just about unbearable.) Jill, Alan and I have decided to become renowned(sp?) food critics and bloggers, traversing the whole of Minneapolis/St. Paul, never eating at the same place twice. "Off the Eaten Path" (if that highly clever name is not taken yet) will be up and running soon in the coming weeks :D
On Friday night I was able to hang with Alan and Jill. It was a really cool experience. Since getting here, it was the first time I just got to "hang out" in Minneapolis. Jill lives right across the street, and that's cool to know. We went to a used bookstore where I gazed upon the glorious bounty of books, but did not buy any. I had a cold and was feeling quite miserable. Then we went to a coffee shop and I got some peach ice-tea. I felt like I feel that I should feel here in Minneapolis as a college student. I mean, how collegiate can you get? Sitting in a coffee shop sipping tea with friends discussing literature, pop culture and social issues? Glorious.
Afterwards we meandered back to another UofM building and sat in the squishy chairs discussing ethics.
Saturday marked my first Weekend on campus. I WAS able to accomplish things before Pep band, even though I did sleep in too late. LAUNDRY I must add, was a horrible experience. I'd done laundry before, I was expecting it all to run smoothly, but I was lucky enough to choose the washing machine that was broken... The water didn't drain so I had to haul sopping wet clothing to the dryer, which in turn DIDN'T GET DRY! Ugh. I still have pants draped over various surfaces in my room.
We had our first Pep band Saturday night. Sadly, the turn out was no more than an Ogilvie pep band gig, but the word is that we were greatly appreciated. I had a lot of fun, and managed to read all of chapter four in "The Question of God" despite the cold and wetness.
Josh and some of his friends were in town for a concert, so he paid a relatively unplanned visit, which was awesome.
He left on Sunday before the Honors Banquet. I am in Hesser house, and inspite of my nomination, I was not elected house president. It's ok, I'm only a first year. One cool thing that I am quite excited about is the Memnos Cup. I don't care so much for the cup itself, but the idea behind it is very cool. The idea is to encourage memorization. You get points if you can memorize the posted 120 word piece, and if you memorize it first you get to choose the next piece! Upon hearing this I thought, "Oh yes, Oscar Wilde!" And then, I see that the starting piece is "Ave Maria, Gratia Plena" by OSCAR WILDE! I haven't put much attempt into memorizing it yet, but I will. I HAVE TO! Now it might be weird for me to challenge with more Oscar Wilde... as oftentimes the too resplendent sun hurries the pallid and reluctant moon back to her cave ere she hath won, a single ballad of the nightengale... I LOVE that Man!
Monday is coming together to be a very full day. A day who originally started off being rather relaxed is going to be a challenge. Between Scholar Citizen and Band Iused to have nearly six hours, but now I only have a bit more than two. Good things though; Trumpet lesson at twelve thirty, brass ensembles from one twenty until band at three forty. I hope I hope I hope I will grow as a trumpet player.
I still need to figure out my schedule to fit in Jazz band. I keep telling Bob that I will talk to Quanbeck, and continue to neglect those promises... *whine
Now I have more than an hour to spare. I've eaten my Thai lunch with a Mountain Dew and a square of yummy chocolate. I've blogged... I don't want to read. One of the things I've learned is that I NEED to read what I'm supposed to, else bad things happen... but... the warm sun through my window is telling me that I should take a nap.
Even though I went to bed reasonably early last night, I was still unbearably tired half way through Scholar Citizen. Something must be done.
Well, if the day is going to be as big as I think it will be, a nap will be HIGHLY beneficial.
Of course, I could just leave the left overs out in the sun long enough for them to thaw, but I do not have that patience. My leftovers are Thai, and quite delicious, despite their temperature. (Note: "3" on a spicy scale of one to five is just about unbearable.) Jill, Alan and I have decided to become renowned(sp?) food critics and bloggers, traversing the whole of Minneapolis/St. Paul, never eating at the same place twice. "Off the Eaten Path" (if that highly clever name is not taken yet) will be up and running soon in the coming weeks :D
On Friday night I was able to hang with Alan and Jill. It was a really cool experience. Since getting here, it was the first time I just got to "hang out" in Minneapolis. Jill lives right across the street, and that's cool to know. We went to a used bookstore where I gazed upon the glorious bounty of books, but did not buy any. I had a cold and was feeling quite miserable. Then we went to a coffee shop and I got some peach ice-tea. I felt like I feel that I should feel here in Minneapolis as a college student. I mean, how collegiate can you get? Sitting in a coffee shop sipping tea with friends discussing literature, pop culture and social issues? Glorious.
Afterwards we meandered back to another UofM building and sat in the squishy chairs discussing ethics.
Saturday marked my first Weekend on campus. I WAS able to accomplish things before Pep band, even though I did sleep in too late. LAUNDRY I must add, was a horrible experience. I'd done laundry before, I was expecting it all to run smoothly, but I was lucky enough to choose the washing machine that was broken... The water didn't drain so I had to haul sopping wet clothing to the dryer, which in turn DIDN'T GET DRY! Ugh. I still have pants draped over various surfaces in my room.
We had our first Pep band Saturday night. Sadly, the turn out was no more than an Ogilvie pep band gig, but the word is that we were greatly appreciated. I had a lot of fun, and managed to read all of chapter four in "The Question of God" despite the cold and wetness.
Josh and some of his friends were in town for a concert, so he paid a relatively unplanned visit, which was awesome.
He left on Sunday before the Honors Banquet. I am in Hesser house, and inspite of my nomination, I was not elected house president. It's ok, I'm only a first year. One cool thing that I am quite excited about is the Memnos Cup. I don't care so much for the cup itself, but the idea behind it is very cool. The idea is to encourage memorization. You get points if you can memorize the posted 120 word piece, and if you memorize it first you get to choose the next piece! Upon hearing this I thought, "Oh yes, Oscar Wilde!" And then, I see that the starting piece is "Ave Maria, Gratia Plena" by OSCAR WILDE! I haven't put much attempt into memorizing it yet, but I will. I HAVE TO! Now it might be weird for me to challenge with more Oscar Wilde... as oftentimes the too resplendent sun hurries the pallid and reluctant moon back to her cave ere she hath won, a single ballad of the nightengale... I LOVE that Man!
Monday is coming together to be a very full day. A day who originally started off being rather relaxed is going to be a challenge. Between Scholar Citizen and Band Iused to have nearly six hours, but now I only have a bit more than two. Good things though; Trumpet lesson at twelve thirty, brass ensembles from one twenty until band at three forty. I hope I hope I hope I will grow as a trumpet player.
I still need to figure out my schedule to fit in Jazz band. I keep telling Bob that I will talk to Quanbeck, and continue to neglect those promises... *whine
Now I have more than an hour to spare. I've eaten my Thai lunch with a Mountain Dew and a square of yummy chocolate. I've blogged... I don't want to read. One of the things I've learned is that I NEED to read what I'm supposed to, else bad things happen... but... the warm sun through my window is telling me that I should take a nap.
Even though I went to bed reasonably early last night, I was still unbearably tired half way through Scholar Citizen. Something must be done.
Well, if the day is going to be as big as I think it will be, a nap will be HIGHLY beneficial.
Friday, September 12, 2008
I'll give you this poster for free if...
"If you can tell me what Freddie Mercury's real name is," the poster salesman said as he pointed to the divine figure in the center of the Bohemian Rhapsody pose.
Shamelessly, and without skipping a beat I replied with the correct answer. There was almost an air of confusion in my voice as to why that would be a free poster warranting question.
"What?" He asked, surprized.
I repeated myself, "That's right, I know my Queen."
"Do you have all of their albums?"
"No..." I said sadly, "But my hours of studying Queen trivia have finally paid off, you made my day."
Note that I am not going to tell you what Freddie Mercury's real name is. I am not going to let you steal my glory THAT easily.
How terrible this day would have been had he asked a question that I would have frozen up on! I don't know what he could POSSIBLY have said... but to stumble in the face of Queen Trivia??? It would be the end of me.
And that is how I got two posters for the price of one. Saving most of the money my grandmother sent me. (I had felt bad spending it on posters...)
Along side "Imagine" now, above my bed is a beautiful picture of Bob Dylan, wearing sunglasses behind a music stand and a microphone. (Want to know HIS real name? Huh? Shhhh! It's Robert Zimmerman, and you know where the "Dylan" comes from? Dylan Thomas, the Irish poet! Keep this on the dl, I don't want it to get out that I give away free trivia just like that!")
Above the head end of my bed now hangs the almost cliche Bohemian Rhapsody picture. All the sweeter because it was free.
My room's a mess. At least my part of the room. I haven't made my bed in two days, and my clothes are scattered all over the floor. It's starting to look more like home. :D
THis morning my alarm went off at six forty five. I got up and got half dressed, then went back to bed until SEVEN FORTY! After my World Politics class I came back and went to sleep again, and now I REALLY don't remember much of that class. It is going to be awful. Why was it so easy for me to pay attention in high school? Why is my mind anywhere but academics here?
Marrta chatised me for my intentions of going back to sleep... I probably shouldn't. I should probably start plowing through "The Great Train Robbery." I read "A Time to Kill" for law in a month... and now because I didn't start until today, I've got an equally long novel to complete by the 23rd. I can do it. I still have a bit of work to do... a LOT of reading... but hey! It's the weekend!
"What's one thing you've learned so far at Augsburg?"
"To do the reading when they tell you to."
Take you're own advice Silly!
Shamelessly, and without skipping a beat I replied with the correct answer. There was almost an air of confusion in my voice as to why that would be a free poster warranting question.
"What?" He asked, surprized.
I repeated myself, "That's right, I know my Queen."
"Do you have all of their albums?"
"No..." I said sadly, "But my hours of studying Queen trivia have finally paid off, you made my day."
Note that I am not going to tell you what Freddie Mercury's real name is. I am not going to let you steal my glory THAT easily.
How terrible this day would have been had he asked a question that I would have frozen up on! I don't know what he could POSSIBLY have said... but to stumble in the face of Queen Trivia??? It would be the end of me.
And that is how I got two posters for the price of one. Saving most of the money my grandmother sent me. (I had felt bad spending it on posters...)
Along side "Imagine" now, above my bed is a beautiful picture of Bob Dylan, wearing sunglasses behind a music stand and a microphone. (Want to know HIS real name? Huh? Shhhh! It's Robert Zimmerman, and you know where the "Dylan" comes from? Dylan Thomas, the Irish poet! Keep this on the dl, I don't want it to get out that I give away free trivia just like that!")
Above the head end of my bed now hangs the almost cliche Bohemian Rhapsody picture. All the sweeter because it was free.
My room's a mess. At least my part of the room. I haven't made my bed in two days, and my clothes are scattered all over the floor. It's starting to look more like home. :D
THis morning my alarm went off at six forty five. I got up and got half dressed, then went back to bed until SEVEN FORTY! After my World Politics class I came back and went to sleep again, and now I REALLY don't remember much of that class. It is going to be awful. Why was it so easy for me to pay attention in high school? Why is my mind anywhere but academics here?
Marrta chatised me for my intentions of going back to sleep... I probably shouldn't. I should probably start plowing through "The Great Train Robbery." I read "A Time to Kill" for law in a month... and now because I didn't start until today, I've got an equally long novel to complete by the 23rd. I can do it. I still have a bit of work to do... a LOT of reading... but hey! It's the weekend!
"What's one thing you've learned so far at Augsburg?"
"To do the reading when they tell you to."
Take you're own advice Silly!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tabula Rasa
I am coming down from a History High right now.
"Tabula Rasa?" My friends might ask, "Are you referring to the episode of Lost, season one in which Kate simply wants to start afresh?"
Then I will respond, "No, I am speaking of the concept that all children are born as a 'blank sheet' to be formed into good citizens, as brought up by John Locke."
HAHAHAHA! Yes. John Locke.
John Locke, Tabula Rasa, Rousseau, David HUME...
I don't know if my High is coming from the fact that my History class is so awesome, or because LOST is so awesome.
The entire second half of class I was giddy because I am a shameless Lostie.
Anyway, Time has passed since my initial glee. Contemplating my next move, and whether or not going to bed at nine would be acceptable.
I don't feel well. My throat is raw, my nose is annoying, and my sinuses are starting to get irritated. I think a few girls on my floor are sick too, so that's just joyous.
I just got back from the Augsburg Students for Obama meeting. We just talked a little about volunteering, and then made some calls to get some more volunteers. Almost as good as phonebanking, without the fear of being yelled at. One of the guys there said that he had a gun pulled on him while door knocking once. I MISS 8B!!!
It will be difficult to be really involved here, and I don't think I am going to try that hard.
...
The NEXT DAY:
I rock, just so you know.
"Tabula Rasa?" My friends might ask, "Are you referring to the episode of Lost, season one in which Kate simply wants to start afresh?"
Then I will respond, "No, I am speaking of the concept that all children are born as a 'blank sheet' to be formed into good citizens, as brought up by John Locke."
HAHAHAHA! Yes. John Locke.
John Locke, Tabula Rasa, Rousseau, David HUME...
I don't know if my High is coming from the fact that my History class is so awesome, or because LOST is so awesome.
The entire second half of class I was giddy because I am a shameless Lostie.
Anyway, Time has passed since my initial glee. Contemplating my next move, and whether or not going to bed at nine would be acceptable.
I don't feel well. My throat is raw, my nose is annoying, and my sinuses are starting to get irritated. I think a few girls on my floor are sick too, so that's just joyous.
I just got back from the Augsburg Students for Obama meeting. We just talked a little about volunteering, and then made some calls to get some more volunteers. Almost as good as phonebanking, without the fear of being yelled at. One of the guys there said that he had a gun pulled on him while door knocking once. I MISS 8B!!!
It will be difficult to be really involved here, and I don't think I am going to try that hard.
...
The NEXT DAY:
I rock, just so you know.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Dance, even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room
Such wise, wise words indeed.
However, the logistics behind whether it is more wise to dance in your living room-or in my case a dorm- instead of studying, are sketchy. I've got my Pandora set on "Quick Mix" and it is pretty fantastic. I have REALLY good tastes in music.
Slowly and surely I am getting caught up. Scholar Citizen today was wonderful after having at least read the chapters in the book that I was supposed to. Believe it or not it is a lot more fun to debate and discuss when you've actually read the topic of the debate and discussion! I still have the 20 page print off on dreams to plow through... but technically I don't need to have that done until Monday... Sooo... I'll probably try to do some of it today or tomorrow, and there's no doubt more on top of that anyway.
Today I should get caught up in History, but it's going to have to be tonight... erlack. I don't like night studying. (So I blog during prime day-studying hours!) Last night I made use of the First Year Student Lounge, it was pretty effective, but the lights weren't very bright. Tonight I am going to test out Alison's suggestion of the first floor of the Library.
I've been having a very hard time comprehending what I hear in lectures, and what I read. I really would like that to go away.
Last Night I got phone calls from Nicole, Mom AND Sara. It was nice to hear from them all. I've only been here a little more than a week, but it already feels as if I have been here all along. I still miss home though.
In an hour I am off to hit the Speech meeting. I am interested to see how many people will actually be there. If I could actually do speech, that would be great. Speaking is so much fun, and I am itching to be competative. That will probably brush right up against band then, where we'll actually get to Play! I'm looking forward to that. Then shortly after band is Pep band practice! If this is our only practice, I'm pretty frightened because we have a gig on Saturday.
UGH!!!! I am pretty sure that I must have Mountain Dew poisoning.
I need to lie down.
However, the logistics behind whether it is more wise to dance in your living room-or in my case a dorm- instead of studying, are sketchy. I've got my Pandora set on "Quick Mix" and it is pretty fantastic. I have REALLY good tastes in music.
Slowly and surely I am getting caught up. Scholar Citizen today was wonderful after having at least read the chapters in the book that I was supposed to. Believe it or not it is a lot more fun to debate and discuss when you've actually read the topic of the debate and discussion! I still have the 20 page print off on dreams to plow through... but technically I don't need to have that done until Monday... Sooo... I'll probably try to do some of it today or tomorrow, and there's no doubt more on top of that anyway.
Today I should get caught up in History, but it's going to have to be tonight... erlack. I don't like night studying. (So I blog during prime day-studying hours!) Last night I made use of the First Year Student Lounge, it was pretty effective, but the lights weren't very bright. Tonight I am going to test out Alison's suggestion of the first floor of the Library.
I've been having a very hard time comprehending what I hear in lectures, and what I read. I really would like that to go away.
Last Night I got phone calls from Nicole, Mom AND Sara. It was nice to hear from them all. I've only been here a little more than a week, but it already feels as if I have been here all along. I still miss home though.
In an hour I am off to hit the Speech meeting. I am interested to see how many people will actually be there. If I could actually do speech, that would be great. Speaking is so much fun, and I am itching to be competative. That will probably brush right up against band then, where we'll actually get to Play! I'm looking forward to that. Then shortly after band is Pep band practice! If this is our only practice, I'm pretty frightened because we have a gig on Saturday.
UGH!!!! I am pretty sure that I must have Mountain Dew poisoning.
I need to lie down.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
My First College Tuesday
Free time is hard to find in college!
It's only Tuesday, but it feels like a weekend. I've slept in, and now I'm sitting dressed as comfortably as possible, being responsible while I wait for my 1:30pm class. Marrta had her class at eleven today, and I'm really worried that for some reason my schedule is wrong. I don't remember her being in my Christian Vocation class... so maybe everything is ok... but just two classes today? THAT feels wrong.
Good classes though, Christian Vocation and the Search for Meaning and The Modern World, both of which classes that I have really enjoyed so far.
I finished writing my life Canon for the Honors Course today (Christian Vocation...) and it's something like three pages double spaced. That MUST be too long. Our instruction wasn't very specific, so I just went with it, The Hobbit to Shutterbabe, it's all there!
Today is going to be productive, I know it will be. After I blog I am going to change into something more presentable, and find a quiet, safe place to read and study. My room is too distracting, particularily because it has a computer that connects to Facebook, and a bed that promotes "power naps" that range anywhere from twenty minutes to three hours... SO... I think I am going to test out the Honor's lounge, only Alison warned me once that falling asleep on one of the big squishy couches is a very likely danger. Then, after my classes, I'll need to continue studying, and finishing up on the classes that I am behind on.
Just the Scholar Citizen really. I'm pretty sure the Professor is speaking English but it's hard to tell. Even though he, and my mother plead to "ASK QUESTIONS!" I don't even know where to begin! It will help when I read what I'm supposed to. So much to read, Twilight is back on the shelf. ... Oh well.
Now, being that I haven't blogged in a while, I will travel slowly backwards in time.
YESTERDAY, was Monday. I was Super tired from my sleep deprived weekend and had a couple embarassing head nods in the front row of my World Politics Class. Then I was lost in Scholar Citizen. Marrta disapproves, but I slept graciously yesterday until I peeled myself out of bed for Band. Band is going to be good this year, and I am especially excited for Romania. Bob Stacke actually talked about the concentration camp-like orphanages, and it made me happy to hear that Romania is coming out of that now-Since Shutterbabe was there.
After band there was no time for dinner, but luckily there was food at the Medieval Studies meeting. I don't know if I want to major in Medieval Studies, and I do know that I LOVE Medieval History... at least I remember a time when I did. I don't know where my passions are anymore. I blame the thorough social exhaustion that I am experiencing. My hope is that I will join speech and remember that I really do have skills, and that will begin showing everywhere else.
That sounds like a bummer... and it kind of is.
When we were let out of our Scholar Citizen lab (which was fun!) Marrta and I walked to the Gas station across from Parking lot L to get Mountain Dew. We laughed at the fact that at a gas station across from a college campus, they only sell mountain dew in cases of 36. We bought a case and each took 18 cans. I am going to be purely SICK of Mountain Dew... and noodles... *sigh
I called my mom and we talked for a while. I miss home, but my weekend in Montevideo helped to quench my need for a rural environment.
Finally going back to Thursday, it was the last day of the Republican National Convention, we HAD to experience it. Ben got a schedule printed off to St. Paul, but we ended up waiting at a deserted bus stop for at least half an hour until we just decided to take the light rail to down town to catch the bus to St. Paul. I had been warned by many that bus drivers are angry and can not be trusted. This is true. Don't trust them to be helpful or nice especially on your first ride when you don't know what you're doing.
We got to St. Paul and the excitement seemed to be disappating. It was still intense as multiple helicopters cirlcled above us and lines of swat teams in riot gear marched the streets. I guess only about half an hour before we got there there was a huge demonstration where people got tear gassed and the whole shebang. We walked around feeling scared for a while, got as close as we could to the Excel center, and then barely made the 16 bus back to Minneapolis.
It was a really awesome experience.
Now, I just need to resist the urge to eat peanut m&ms for lunch and actually go get food... all by myself.
THEN, it's back to being productive.
It's only Tuesday, but it feels like a weekend. I've slept in, and now I'm sitting dressed as comfortably as possible, being responsible while I wait for my 1:30pm class. Marrta had her class at eleven today, and I'm really worried that for some reason my schedule is wrong. I don't remember her being in my Christian Vocation class... so maybe everything is ok... but just two classes today? THAT feels wrong.
Good classes though, Christian Vocation and the Search for Meaning and The Modern World, both of which classes that I have really enjoyed so far.
I finished writing my life Canon for the Honors Course today (Christian Vocation...) and it's something like three pages double spaced. That MUST be too long. Our instruction wasn't very specific, so I just went with it, The Hobbit to Shutterbabe, it's all there!
Today is going to be productive, I know it will be. After I blog I am going to change into something more presentable, and find a quiet, safe place to read and study. My room is too distracting, particularily because it has a computer that connects to Facebook, and a bed that promotes "power naps" that range anywhere from twenty minutes to three hours... SO... I think I am going to test out the Honor's lounge, only Alison warned me once that falling asleep on one of the big squishy couches is a very likely danger. Then, after my classes, I'll need to continue studying, and finishing up on the classes that I am behind on.
Just the Scholar Citizen really. I'm pretty sure the Professor is speaking English but it's hard to tell. Even though he, and my mother plead to "ASK QUESTIONS!" I don't even know where to begin! It will help when I read what I'm supposed to. So much to read, Twilight is back on the shelf. ... Oh well.
Now, being that I haven't blogged in a while, I will travel slowly backwards in time.
YESTERDAY, was Monday. I was Super tired from my sleep deprived weekend and had a couple embarassing head nods in the front row of my World Politics Class. Then I was lost in Scholar Citizen. Marrta disapproves, but I slept graciously yesterday until I peeled myself out of bed for Band. Band is going to be good this year, and I am especially excited for Romania. Bob Stacke actually talked about the concentration camp-like orphanages, and it made me happy to hear that Romania is coming out of that now-Since Shutterbabe was there.
After band there was no time for dinner, but luckily there was food at the Medieval Studies meeting. I don't know if I want to major in Medieval Studies, and I do know that I LOVE Medieval History... at least I remember a time when I did. I don't know where my passions are anymore. I blame the thorough social exhaustion that I am experiencing. My hope is that I will join speech and remember that I really do have skills, and that will begin showing everywhere else.
That sounds like a bummer... and it kind of is.
When we were let out of our Scholar Citizen lab (which was fun!) Marrta and I walked to the Gas station across from Parking lot L to get Mountain Dew. We laughed at the fact that at a gas station across from a college campus, they only sell mountain dew in cases of 36. We bought a case and each took 18 cans. I am going to be purely SICK of Mountain Dew... and noodles... *sigh
I called my mom and we talked for a while. I miss home, but my weekend in Montevideo helped to quench my need for a rural environment.
Finally going back to Thursday, it was the last day of the Republican National Convention, we HAD to experience it. Ben got a schedule printed off to St. Paul, but we ended up waiting at a deserted bus stop for at least half an hour until we just decided to take the light rail to down town to catch the bus to St. Paul. I had been warned by many that bus drivers are angry and can not be trusted. This is true. Don't trust them to be helpful or nice especially on your first ride when you don't know what you're doing.
We got to St. Paul and the excitement seemed to be disappating. It was still intense as multiple helicopters cirlcled above us and lines of swat teams in riot gear marched the streets. I guess only about half an hour before we got there there was a huge demonstration where people got tear gassed and the whole shebang. We walked around feeling scared for a while, got as close as we could to the Excel center, and then barely made the 16 bus back to Minneapolis.
It was a really awesome experience.
Now, I just need to resist the urge to eat peanut m&ms for lunch and actually go get food... all by myself.
THEN, it's back to being productive.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Twilight
To all of those who are intersted, I am now on page 18 of "Twilight" by Stephanie Meyer.
Congratulate me.
So far, all I have to say is that Bella is SUPER annoying. I want to conk her on the head. Ms. Swenson was right.
Get over yourself stupid emo girl!
That is all.
Congratulate me.
So far, all I have to say is that Bella is SUPER annoying. I want to conk her on the head. Ms. Swenson was right.
Get over yourself stupid emo girl!
That is all.
Elton John, Supertramp, Fleetwood Mac? ... I miss my job.
I thought it would be so easy to blog, but I keep putting off or deleting the ones that I actually do. Well... yesterday I had a blog, but I closed the window to watch a movie... Ooops.
With my first two classes and placement audition out of the way, there is no question to my status as a college student. None. I like it. I like it a lot.
If you walked outside, you would not believe that it was SO bloody hot just two days ago! Autumn is in the air. Just Autumn though, maybe if I were to get up real early and smell the air I could catch a whif of winter, but for now I think it's just fall. Fall is waking up, and cracking his knuckles, blinking the sleep out of his eyes and contemplating what to do next. I love love LOVE Fall!
And I love COLLEGE! I Love learning and I LOVE Augsburg. Augsburg is most definitely the perfect school for me. I hope I will always feel this way... I'm sure I will... most Auggies do. World Politics this morning was my first ever college class, and a great one at that. We discussed questions we'd like to have answered, and were promised that we would get the answers.
Even if I wuss out and decide to not to pursue a career in politics, and instead resign to the life of a History Major, NOT that that would be bad at all, I could still do ANYTHING! (if not more :) ) I Still love learning about the social sciences. In Honors 120 we just talked about ourselves, and a little about what will be covered. There's a reading assignment in that class, and I managed to read most of it today, but then I got too tired (at 2pm?) I fell asleep and slept until after three... I liked the reading though, once I got past the first part. I'll finish it tonight. No worries.
When I woke up from my nap, Marrta called and told me that there's no band today, just auditions. I went down to the Musica hall anyway to practice. It was awful. All my valves were stuck solid. SOLID. It was a great struggle to get them loose enough to oil them. After my half our practice, I had enough Blue Juice on my hands and on the crotch of my jeans to oil 3 three trumpets, but was that enough to keep my first valve from sticking?
Of course not.
When I was finished, I asked if I could sign up for an audition time, and I was told that I could go next. HA! I just played my solo through at least 5 times after not playing for a couple weeks... but I auditioned anyway. My valve stuck, and I missed a couple notes, but they still told me that I did a good job. :D I'm going to be contacted about being in a brass ensemble!!!
We don't actually have our first band practice until Monday, but we get our music at the meeting on Friday.
OH! I Saw Bob Barr speak today! It worked well, right after my classes I went to the chapel and watched him. The posters all said he was the independent presidential candidate, but he's a libertarian. One of his biggest points was the Second Amendment issue. I felt bad, but I left after the first few questions, I just got too antsy. I liked it though, it was really exciting. I texted Cousin Jack with my happiness :P
"NObama" buttons irk me.
Tomorrow, I just realized I am going to miss Howard Dean. What's with that??? And I'm not even going to have that much time to sign up Obama supporters! ZUT! After all of our classes and practices tomorrow, Ben, Jenny and I, and maybe some other people are going to head down to the RNC. Just to see what it looks like.
Because I'm not studying right now, I have Pandora playing. It's distracting. I have it set on "classic Rock" Radio. Hence the title of this blog. I love it here. Love... but I am sad that I will not be working at KBEK anytime soon. SAD. If it gets too bad, I'll join Kaug, but that might be too much.
With my first two classes and placement audition out of the way, there is no question to my status as a college student. None. I like it. I like it a lot.
If you walked outside, you would not believe that it was SO bloody hot just two days ago! Autumn is in the air. Just Autumn though, maybe if I were to get up real early and smell the air I could catch a whif of winter, but for now I think it's just fall. Fall is waking up, and cracking his knuckles, blinking the sleep out of his eyes and contemplating what to do next. I love love LOVE Fall!
And I love COLLEGE! I Love learning and I LOVE Augsburg. Augsburg is most definitely the perfect school for me. I hope I will always feel this way... I'm sure I will... most Auggies do. World Politics this morning was my first ever college class, and a great one at that. We discussed questions we'd like to have answered, and were promised that we would get the answers.
Even if I wuss out and decide to not to pursue a career in politics, and instead resign to the life of a History Major, NOT that that would be bad at all, I could still do ANYTHING! (if not more :) ) I Still love learning about the social sciences. In Honors 120 we just talked about ourselves, and a little about what will be covered. There's a reading assignment in that class, and I managed to read most of it today, but then I got too tired (at 2pm?) I fell asleep and slept until after three... I liked the reading though, once I got past the first part. I'll finish it tonight. No worries.
When I woke up from my nap, Marrta called and told me that there's no band today, just auditions. I went down to the Musica hall anyway to practice. It was awful. All my valves were stuck solid. SOLID. It was a great struggle to get them loose enough to oil them. After my half our practice, I had enough Blue Juice on my hands and on the crotch of my jeans to oil 3 three trumpets, but was that enough to keep my first valve from sticking?
Of course not.
When I was finished, I asked if I could sign up for an audition time, and I was told that I could go next. HA! I just played my solo through at least 5 times after not playing for a couple weeks... but I auditioned anyway. My valve stuck, and I missed a couple notes, but they still told me that I did a good job. :D I'm going to be contacted about being in a brass ensemble!!!
We don't actually have our first band practice until Monday, but we get our music at the meeting on Friday.
OH! I Saw Bob Barr speak today! It worked well, right after my classes I went to the chapel and watched him. The posters all said he was the independent presidential candidate, but he's a libertarian. One of his biggest points was the Second Amendment issue. I felt bad, but I left after the first few questions, I just got too antsy. I liked it though, it was really exciting. I texted Cousin Jack with my happiness :P
"NObama" buttons irk me.
Tomorrow, I just realized I am going to miss Howard Dean. What's with that??? And I'm not even going to have that much time to sign up Obama supporters! ZUT! After all of our classes and practices tomorrow, Ben, Jenny and I, and maybe some other people are going to head down to the RNC. Just to see what it looks like.
Because I'm not studying right now, I have Pandora playing. It's distracting. I have it set on "classic Rock" Radio. Hence the title of this blog. I love it here. Love... but I am sad that I will not be working at KBEK anytime soon. SAD. If it gets too bad, I'll join Kaug, but that might be too much.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Je ne mange pas le petit dejeuner
It's almost nine, I am having water for breakfast.
I only technically get two meals a day, and I slept too late to really get down there. At first I was thinking that I would eat lunch and dinner, but I think the smart thing to do would be to go for breakfast and dinner.
YESTERDAY was a lot of fun. I know I go into each day begrudgingly but in the end it always turns out good. Especially when I DO things instead of holing up in my room all day like I would LIKE to. The highlight of yesterday was probably going to the MIA with Jenny and Ben. I had met them both on line, and Ben briefly at Soar but it was SOOO cool to actually hang out with them in real life. After dinner we had some more free time, so we went exploring around our new neighborhood. We all were astounded with the diversity we have in our little community. Walk 3 blocks and you are in an entirely different world, turn a corner and you can see the bricks of Augsburg.
Before, when people would ask me how I felt about going to college, I would say that I was scared of the city. In Seattle, I walked down one street by myself and came running back with my tail between my legs. Cities were scary. Now, all of the sudden, it's not some big scary place, it's my home. It's my city.
Later, I called the boy and the conversation wasn't emo. It's a real bummer that I can't visit the weekend after next, but now he's saying that he doesn't want to even come for Camp Wellstone. It will be interesting to see how it all works out.
Then we got root beer floats and sat in the lamplight of Murphey Park. It was seriously fabulous.
I wish my Ugly Betty still had Marc left as a month... but I think they used him up on February. It's on Alexis right now, which isn't bad, but Bradford is next! erlach!
As I sit here blogging, and talking on the phone and chatting with Jess, I realize that it would have been to my benefit to go to some of the sessions that happened this morning. It's part of that being responsible for yourself deal...
I'll have to find my classrooms later.
I only technically get two meals a day, and I slept too late to really get down there. At first I was thinking that I would eat lunch and dinner, but I think the smart thing to do would be to go for breakfast and dinner.
YESTERDAY was a lot of fun. I know I go into each day begrudgingly but in the end it always turns out good. Especially when I DO things instead of holing up in my room all day like I would LIKE to. The highlight of yesterday was probably going to the MIA with Jenny and Ben. I had met them both on line, and Ben briefly at Soar but it was SOOO cool to actually hang out with them in real life. After dinner we had some more free time, so we went exploring around our new neighborhood. We all were astounded with the diversity we have in our little community. Walk 3 blocks and you are in an entirely different world, turn a corner and you can see the bricks of Augsburg.
Before, when people would ask me how I felt about going to college, I would say that I was scared of the city. In Seattle, I walked down one street by myself and came running back with my tail between my legs. Cities were scary. Now, all of the sudden, it's not some big scary place, it's my home. It's my city.
Later, I called the boy and the conversation wasn't emo. It's a real bummer that I can't visit the weekend after next, but now he's saying that he doesn't want to even come for Camp Wellstone. It will be interesting to see how it all works out.
Then we got root beer floats and sat in the lamplight of Murphey Park. It was seriously fabulous.
I wish my Ugly Betty still had Marc left as a month... but I think they used him up on February. It's on Alexis right now, which isn't bad, but Bradford is next! erlach!
As I sit here blogging, and talking on the phone and chatting with Jess, I realize that it would have been to my benefit to go to some of the sessions that happened this morning. It's part of that being responsible for yourself deal...
I'll have to find my classrooms later.
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