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?
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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.
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