Terribly sorry for my awful delay. All of the sudden finals was done, and then I was home where the computer is old and the internet is slow, so all my Internetting is done at work where I can't really blog because I'm working... Just like I am now, but I feel like I must say SOMETHING.
So much has happened, and so much that I want to blog about, but I don't know how to do it all in an hour between weather breaks.
If I recall, my last blog only mentioned my first final. My others went smoothly, and now my grades are slowing popping into my transcript. I did well my first semester, and it is good to think that it will only get better from here. Perhaps not easier, but at least now I will know what I am doing.
When I should have been studying for religion... so it must have been Wednesday night, I went to the Mall with Britni, Kevin and Jared. I said that I would blog about it, so I am, and it is definitely blog worthy. Our main purpose was for Britni to buy some Christmas presents, but it was great to get into the festive mall spirit (But they made me go into Hollister... I have been tainted) afterwards... we went to IKEA!
Jared and I had never been there before, but for a furniture store it was pretty grand. I want to go there someday when I have a house and money. We had ice cream. It was fabulous.
On Thursday after the Religion Exam, Marrta and I went to the Mall of America to see Mrs. Stodola! She was busy with band stuff, but it was nice to see her, and who else showed up but Codey and Cody! Magnificence. Me and the Cod(e)ys went on the Sponge Bob Ride, I screamed a lot, and it was fun. yay.
Then we did some more christmas shopping and food eating. It was great to see Codey and Cody again, I have missed them a lot. It's a shame I haven't visited...
I was the last to move out on Friday, and I was so slow they locked Urness before I had all my stuff out. Because I was so frazzled at being locked out, I forgot my trumpet... BIG Mistake, and I have yet to practice with my old trumpet.
Since my return back to Ogilvie, my day to day schedule hasn't varied much. Wake up, eat candy, read, and watch Ugly Betty on my Lap top because our dvd player won't work. Luckily I've been working too, and I have some social plans for tomorrow at least.
Last night I started Reading Forrest Gump, and I am in love. It's one of those books that you can't read silently with people around, because you constantly want to share. So I read SIXTY SIX pages out loud to my parents last night. We are going to continue tonight. Meanwhile I have put the Secret History down for the time being.
I'll try to be a better blogger from now on.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Updates from the Lindell Front
As I slam back 6.5 fluid ounces of Starbucks Double shot that is the consistency of whipping cream, and that tastes strangely of bacon, I feel that I must document my time here. Here in the vortex of knowledge. Not the third floor, that is where all the cool knowledge accumulates before it ascends to the heavans... No, I am in the basement, the foundation, the core.
Sorry if this color is hard to read. I am feeling yellow.
I must remember not to drink my Naked Juice too fast... last time I did that I felt ill afterwards... *deep breath* this is it.
My first final was today, and I didn't run my morning as I would have liked. My alarm went off at six forty, but I didn't turn the snooze off until after seven when I decided that I'd just go to breakfast after eight... at eight, I decided that it would be ok for me to sleep until nine, I'll skip breakfast, and at nine, I might as well stay in bed until nine thirty... who needs food and hygiene anyway?
So I got up, brushed my teeth, dressed for war, and went to the first floor lounge to study with Britni. It was nice to review with her, and just brush up on the things from the other tests. Towards eleven I finally did shower, redressed for war, and went to lunch.
After lunch it was my Jury. I went right after Matt who was amazing, and I felt like such a first year. My tone is good, it always has been, but for some reason I didn't feel like I nailed it. All Bob had to say was that, "Your sound is getting better and that that is why you am here..." Shoot.
Spring Jury will be better. I will get a better piece, and and I will rock it so hard. SO HARD!
THen I ran back to my room to get my pen. Of course I could have mooched a pen from someone else, but I felt that I should be at my absolute best, and if that means that I will be writing with a black Pilot Precise V5, of perfect heft and calibur, then dangit, I'd better go back and get it.
Going into the exam I wasn't stressed. I hadn't read up on the Cold War like I should have, but at that point it was out of my control. Sure, I could have studied more, but I didn't, and being that there is nothing I could do about it, I went onward.
The test was easy. Yes, some terms and people escaped me, but Gus knows that that happens. I am about as confident as I was about my last exam... that one wasn't the greatest, but it was still ok, and I still love that class. Yay.
Instead of studying with Kathy and Katia for World Politics afterwards I went with Kathleen to the bank and to Perkins... Irresponsible? Probably. Enjoyable? For sure.
Now I am here. "Premium Coffee Drink" In my veins, some yummy Naked Juice to my right, a mounds bar to my left, and the Scholar Citizen writing prompt on a green post-it above my lappy. I am not the only one who isn't finished. I know where I am going with it, and if I can get it all out tonight, I will have time tomorrow to refine it and catch the "gremlins." Becki (who I talked to earlier to make sure she knew that I didn't hate her) said that she really didn't put much into her last paper... I am going to put what I can into it, and hopefully I won't fill it with too much fluff like last time. I should be ok... but I doubt that I am going to want to study for World Politics after this. (Score: I mentioned the Maastrict treaty in one of my History Essays! We never mentioned it in that class, but I used it! Heck yes!)
Sorry if this color is hard to read. I am feeling yellow.
I must remember not to drink my Naked Juice too fast... last time I did that I felt ill afterwards... *deep breath* this is it.
My first final was today, and I didn't run my morning as I would have liked. My alarm went off at six forty, but I didn't turn the snooze off until after seven when I decided that I'd just go to breakfast after eight... at eight, I decided that it would be ok for me to sleep until nine, I'll skip breakfast, and at nine, I might as well stay in bed until nine thirty... who needs food and hygiene anyway?
So I got up, brushed my teeth, dressed for war, and went to the first floor lounge to study with Britni. It was nice to review with her, and just brush up on the things from the other tests. Towards eleven I finally did shower, redressed for war, and went to lunch.
After lunch it was my Jury. I went right after Matt who was amazing, and I felt like such a first year. My tone is good, it always has been, but for some reason I didn't feel like I nailed it. All Bob had to say was that, "Your sound is getting better and that that is why you am here..." Shoot.
Spring Jury will be better. I will get a better piece, and and I will rock it so hard. SO HARD!
THen I ran back to my room to get my pen. Of course I could have mooched a pen from someone else, but I felt that I should be at my absolute best, and if that means that I will be writing with a black Pilot Precise V5, of perfect heft and calibur, then dangit, I'd better go back and get it.
Going into the exam I wasn't stressed. I hadn't read up on the Cold War like I should have, but at that point it was out of my control. Sure, I could have studied more, but I didn't, and being that there is nothing I could do about it, I went onward.
The test was easy. Yes, some terms and people escaped me, but Gus knows that that happens. I am about as confident as I was about my last exam... that one wasn't the greatest, but it was still ok, and I still love that class. Yay.
Instead of studying with Kathy and Katia for World Politics afterwards I went with Kathleen to the bank and to Perkins... Irresponsible? Probably. Enjoyable? For sure.
Now I am here. "Premium Coffee Drink" In my veins, some yummy Naked Juice to my right, a mounds bar to my left, and the Scholar Citizen writing prompt on a green post-it above my lappy. I am not the only one who isn't finished. I know where I am going with it, and if I can get it all out tonight, I will have time tomorrow to refine it and catch the "gremlins." Becki (who I talked to earlier to make sure she knew that I didn't hate her) said that she really didn't put much into her last paper... I am going to put what I can into it, and hopefully I won't fill it with too much fluff like last time. I should be ok... but I doubt that I am going to want to study for World Politics after this. (Score: I mentioned the Maastrict treaty in one of my History Essays! We never mentioned it in that class, but I used it! Heck yes!)
Monday, December 15, 2008
Off to see the Kraken
Nearly Eleven O'Clock Monday Night. My first final begins tomorrow at 1 o'clock. For some reason my brain is running at a bajillion miles an hour. I feel like I could write papers forever. Or not. I don't know HOW to write papers... and that is a problem. WHOOO! I at least want to write my intro paragraph and thesis. I don't know HOW!
I talked to Mrs. Erickson today. She helped me get some ideas and a format to run with. I think. At least I finished my WOrld Politics Paper... Holy Cow... I finished it!
Nice.
Just a few more hours now Lily.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I read some of the Secret History. AMAZING book! I love it. I had hoped that it would relax me enough to get me to sleep, but it's so INTENSE! BWAH! I can't wait to finish it!
I feel really powerful in my plum colored turtle necked sweater. I am going to wear a turtle neck tomorrow too... and war paint. Oh dear... I don't know nearly as much as I should about my History exam... Oh nonononono.
Mikey said that I can only know what I know, and that I've seen it all before. That makes me feel a bit better. If I go to sleep at one, and wake up at nine, I'll have gotten 8 hours of sleep. Then I'll shower and eat breakfast. I'll study with Britni, and then study some more, and play my jury (and kick ASS! (excuse me)) And then... Then I'll go upstairs to face the Kraken. AAAA!
Phil came to my dorm today. It was a delightful surprise... even though I had been napping. Like a Hogwarts Owl, he delivered to me a sealed envelope bearing my name, and within it were three challenges. I am really excited.
Just now, I got back from late night breakfast. It was action packed... Now... back to work.
I talked to Mrs. Erickson today. She helped me get some ideas and a format to run with. I think. At least I finished my WOrld Politics Paper... Holy Cow... I finished it!
Nice.
Just a few more hours now Lily.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I read some of the Secret History. AMAZING book! I love it. I had hoped that it would relax me enough to get me to sleep, but it's so INTENSE! BWAH! I can't wait to finish it!
I feel really powerful in my plum colored turtle necked sweater. I am going to wear a turtle neck tomorrow too... and war paint. Oh dear... I don't know nearly as much as I should about my History exam... Oh nonononono.
Mikey said that I can only know what I know, and that I've seen it all before. That makes me feel a bit better. If I go to sleep at one, and wake up at nine, I'll have gotten 8 hours of sleep. Then I'll shower and eat breakfast. I'll study with Britni, and then study some more, and play my jury (and kick ASS! (excuse me)) And then... Then I'll go upstairs to face the Kraken. AAAA!
Phil came to my dorm today. It was a delightful surprise... even though I had been napping. Like a Hogwarts Owl, he delivered to me a sealed envelope bearing my name, and within it were three challenges. I am really excited.
Just now, I got back from late night breakfast. It was action packed... Now... back to work.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Calendar 2009
ANd the winner is...
JOHN LENNON!
Of course. My poll was not an accurate demonstration of democracy, especially after discovering that all three of the LOST votes were from Alan. So when I went to the Calendar store yesterday with Laura and Kathleen, it was down to Bunnies and John Lennon. Though it was decided that Peace CAN be found found in Bunnies, John Lennon is even more of a personification... So, for the next 12 months I will have his resplendent facade to keep me company.
I did no studying yesterday, but as my facebook status proclaims, I am a MACHINE! However I am now ill.
From Noon until 20 after three I was in the library. I ate an apple, and a medium coffee with caffeine cocoa in it. I was WIRED! Now I am crashing... My poor abused body... Less than 48 hours until my first exam.
Soua is gone this weekend, so I have exploded all over the floor. Right now I am going to go to St. Paul to visit Daphne and go to her church. I am really excited. First I have to clean up so I look more like a human being than a studying machine. There's a difference.
JOHN LENNON!
Of course. My poll was not an accurate demonstration of democracy, especially after discovering that all three of the LOST votes were from Alan. So when I went to the Calendar store yesterday with Laura and Kathleen, it was down to Bunnies and John Lennon. Though it was decided that Peace CAN be found found in Bunnies, John Lennon is even more of a personification... So, for the next 12 months I will have his resplendent facade to keep me company.
I did no studying yesterday, but as my facebook status proclaims, I am a MACHINE! However I am now ill.
From Noon until 20 after three I was in the library. I ate an apple, and a medium coffee with caffeine cocoa in it. I was WIRED! Now I am crashing... My poor abused body... Less than 48 hours until my first exam.
Soua is gone this weekend, so I have exploded all over the floor. Right now I am going to go to St. Paul to visit Daphne and go to her church. I am really excited. First I have to clean up so I look more like a human being than a studying machine. There's a difference.
Friday, December 12, 2008
The further adventures of Polichick
It is a scarcely known detail, that when Polichick is not hitting the streets and knocking for change, she actually leads the life of first year college student. In fact, it has been a while since Polichick has even shown herself, and she is starting to wonder if the Polichicking buisiness is really a feasible career path.
Regardless, she still plans on being a super hero.
Tonight, her Alias, "Lily Morris" is laying low in Urness.
Being a college student is really taxing on Lily's super powers, having to deal with routines, papers, exams, friends, relationships. Ah yes, relationships... She sighs.
It doesn't matter though. Today the undercover Polichick was NOT PRODUCTIVE! She woke up late and went to class, skipping breakfast (but not forgetting to take her vitamins!) In class, she got a lousy score on her paper, and was so depressed that she went back to her dorm and slept until lunch... after which she slept off the rest of the bummed outedness until 2:15 to the amusement of her roommate (who had only gotten out of bed an hour earlier.) AWAKE and refreshed, she then... did nothing. By the time she'd read part of World POLITICS it was time for spa day and then dinner, and after dinner, it was facebook.
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THat is hard to keep up! Anyway. About half an hour ago, I was settling down into my table at the library when I noted the silence only to discover that I was THE ONLY ONE THERE! Oh yeah... there's this thing called "Fridays." So I am going to take it easy. Tonight only. Tomorrow, I need to get serious. SERIOUS.
I need to read the rest of World Politics- it is really good stuff, and I wish I would have been able to devote more energy to that class! I also need to get a rough draft of the Scholar Citizen paper out, AND if I am really awesome, I will write my Politics essay. Then I will be free to study up on History and Religion.... *whimper
I can't believe this whole week is done... only one week left.
The Women's Resource Center Spa day was magnificent. Ali, being the swell person that she is, signed us up for massages. They also had oils to make spritzers out of! I made one with lavendar, and have been spraying everything and everyone with it. It smells lovely. I also talked to the woman who is going to be my Foundations of Women's Studies Professor next semester. That class is going to be BOMB. :P
She said it's interdisciplinary, with History, Sociology, literature... and awesome. Yay!
Now I am having a dance party with myself and the Across the Universe Soundtrack until it's time for Dr. Pepper Pong at Elisabeth's. Hooray!
Regardless, she still plans on being a super hero.
Tonight, her Alias, "Lily Morris" is laying low in Urness.
Being a college student is really taxing on Lily's super powers, having to deal with routines, papers, exams, friends, relationships. Ah yes, relationships... She sighs.
It doesn't matter though. Today the undercover Polichick was NOT PRODUCTIVE! She woke up late and went to class, skipping breakfast (but not forgetting to take her vitamins!) In class, she got a lousy score on her paper, and was so depressed that she went back to her dorm and slept until lunch... after which she slept off the rest of the bummed outedness until 2:15 to the amusement of her roommate (who had only gotten out of bed an hour earlier.) AWAKE and refreshed, she then... did nothing. By the time she'd read part of World POLITICS it was time for spa day and then dinner, and after dinner, it was facebook.
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THat is hard to keep up! Anyway. About half an hour ago, I was settling down into my table at the library when I noted the silence only to discover that I was THE ONLY ONE THERE! Oh yeah... there's this thing called "Fridays." So I am going to take it easy. Tonight only. Tomorrow, I need to get serious. SERIOUS.
I need to read the rest of World Politics- it is really good stuff, and I wish I would have been able to devote more energy to that class! I also need to get a rough draft of the Scholar Citizen paper out, AND if I am really awesome, I will write my Politics essay. Then I will be free to study up on History and Religion.... *whimper
I can't believe this whole week is done... only one week left.
The Women's Resource Center Spa day was magnificent. Ali, being the swell person that she is, signed us up for massages. They also had oils to make spritzers out of! I made one with lavendar, and have been spraying everything and everyone with it. It smells lovely. I also talked to the woman who is going to be my Foundations of Women's Studies Professor next semester. That class is going to be BOMB. :P
She said it's interdisciplinary, with History, Sociology, literature... and awesome. Yay!
Now I am having a dance party with myself and the Across the Universe Soundtrack until it's time for Dr. Pepper Pong at Elisabeth's. Hooray!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Burnin' through the sky like a Tiger
Am I really getting a Lost Calendar? It would continue my Television/Pop Culture theme... but... I don't know! Regardless, I really need a calendar... I am really going to miss my Ugly Betty one. I can't believe 2008 is already nearly done!
My title is completely random, it just so happens that I am in a pretty good mood and I am listening to Queen.
Life has been pretty hectic since my last blog post. Vespers finished, I've gone to concerts, and denied the impending doom of finals. Today I get to go to the CCHP and talk for forty five minutes... not the full hour because I am going home with Marrta to get her car and to eat real food. Somehow I am going to try to justify this adventure by reading Rorty in the car. I hope I will actually be able to read and not be distracted... Lies.
! Rorty ! I feel like I got a lot out of Scholar Citizen today. I was awake, a little bit nourished, and my brain was working like mad! Amongst many things we learned that EDUCATION IS LIBERATION and that unmarried women live longer, as do people who go to church and sing in the shower.
MONDAY! When I went home over Thanksgiving, I won tickets to a John Lennon Tribute concert at First Avenue. Jenny and I went to that on Monday, and it now holds its place in my top three best days ever, only I forgot what my number one best day was.
I am going to start my papers tonight. There is also Pep, during which I am going to read about International Relations. Whoo! I feel like I get more done that way, because I am multi-tasking. Ugh. It's Wednesday, I don't know how to prepare for finals!
I am going to miss my first semester classes! Even World Politics!
AAAAH!
My title is completely random, it just so happens that I am in a pretty good mood and I am listening to Queen.
Life has been pretty hectic since my last blog post. Vespers finished, I've gone to concerts, and denied the impending doom of finals. Today I get to go to the CCHP and talk for forty five minutes... not the full hour because I am going home with Marrta to get her car and to eat real food. Somehow I am going to try to justify this adventure by reading Rorty in the car. I hope I will actually be able to read and not be distracted... Lies.
! Rorty ! I feel like I got a lot out of Scholar Citizen today. I was awake, a little bit nourished, and my brain was working like mad! Amongst many things we learned that EDUCATION IS LIBERATION and that unmarried women live longer, as do people who go to church and sing in the shower.
MONDAY! When I went home over Thanksgiving, I won tickets to a John Lennon Tribute concert at First Avenue. Jenny and I went to that on Monday, and it now holds its place in my top three best days ever, only I forgot what my number one best day was.
I am going to start my papers tonight. There is also Pep, during which I am going to read about International Relations. Whoo! I feel like I get more done that way, because I am multi-tasking. Ugh. It's Wednesday, I don't know how to prepare for finals!
I am going to miss my first semester classes! Even World Politics!
AAAAH!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Escapist Feminism? Or Relationship Abuse?
Josh Christianson implored that I read an article explaining why Twilight is destroying society. I read the article, and am forced to agree with many of the arguments stated. However, Josh himself claims to have more guilty pleasures than genuine interests, therefore do I not have the right to guilty pleasures as well? Especially as long as I can identify that Bella is a complete moron and that Edward is controlling.
YES! ROMANCE!
What does Ms. Swenson think!?! I must find out...
Last night I had my very first Vespers experience. Brass Chamber played our songs as people walked in, and then we went to the orchestra's set up room and waited for two hours. We played again, and then went home. I enjoyed it, and would like to follow suit tonight, but I have been asked to stay and actually watch the 8 o'clock service. I won't get home until 10, but at least I'll get to see it, and it sounds like it is really cool... I should. Between now and then I need to get dressed, eat food, and do SOME homework. This weekend barely counts as a weekend with Vespers and projects... and then we plunge head on into the week before finals. I am scared, but really happy that it's almost done.
YES! ROMANCE!
What does Ms. Swenson think!?! I must find out...
Last night I had my very first Vespers experience. Brass Chamber played our songs as people walked in, and then we went to the orchestra's set up room and waited for two hours. We played again, and then went home. I enjoyed it, and would like to follow suit tonight, but I have been asked to stay and actually watch the 8 o'clock service. I won't get home until 10, but at least I'll get to see it, and it sounds like it is really cool... I should. Between now and then I need to get dressed, eat food, and do SOME homework. This weekend barely counts as a weekend with Vespers and projects... and then we plunge head on into the week before finals. I am scared, but really happy that it's almost done.
Friday, December 5, 2008
I want a Norwegian Sweater
I am having a hard time feeling like doing anything. It's weird. This morning when I got (late) I caffeinated myself and went to my two morning classes. I loved the classes, and and was feeling good about myself, but as soon as I got back to my room, the glumness that has been about me recently settled in again.
Now I am feeling ill, and mad that I put on makeup, because now it looks bad and my eyes sting.
It's also making me angry how bad I am being at typing, and everytime I have to hit the backspace key I want to throw something that much more.
My eyes hurt and I am hostile. Heck yes.
Vespers later... kind of soon actually. Soon enough that I feel like it would be a waste to actually start something... but what am I going to do between now and then? I WISH MY EYES DIDN'T HURT! Even if I tried to wash them off, I'd still have awesome raccoon marks and, then they'd be all squinty and mad.
A "wow" (to regress to my Community Center Dream Girls days) Would be Velcommen Jul. I went to that with Marrta and some others and it was fun. The more I learn about Scandanavia, the prouder I get, and the more enamoured I am with it. Did you know that it was the Finns that invented the Molotov Cocktail? Well, they did. I want a Norwegian sweater.
I sat with a lady at the lunch thing afterwards, and she told me all about food, and the sweaters that you buy in Norway aren't really made in Norway. They are actually made with Norwegian wool in Korea, and then sent back to Norway. Upsetting.
Last night I went to the Drag show. I wasn't expecting it to be that BIG of a deal, but it was amazing! They actually had girls AND boys from the Gay 90s, and the amateurs in the contest were really good! Like I said, NOT what I was expecting. Scott and I were in a discussion once about how drag shows are degrading. Here are men dressing up how THEY think of women. In that sense they are making fun of Women. I can see how that would be if the makeup was really exaggerated, with bad hair and over generalized outfits, but the girls last night were really HOT! So I actually think it celebrates femininity. Scott continues to argue that it is demeaning saying, If someone was really good at black face, would that make it any less wrong?" Any thoughts?
I really need to wash this stupid make up off my face before I punch someone.
It sucks being this crabby, but I almost don't want to do anything about it.
Now I am feeling ill, and mad that I put on makeup, because now it looks bad and my eyes sting.
It's also making me angry how bad I am being at typing, and everytime I have to hit the backspace key I want to throw something that much more.
My eyes hurt and I am hostile. Heck yes.
Vespers later... kind of soon actually. Soon enough that I feel like it would be a waste to actually start something... but what am I going to do between now and then? I WISH MY EYES DIDN'T HURT! Even if I tried to wash them off, I'd still have awesome raccoon marks and, then they'd be all squinty and mad.
A "wow" (to regress to my Community Center Dream Girls days) Would be Velcommen Jul. I went to that with Marrta and some others and it was fun. The more I learn about Scandanavia, the prouder I get, and the more enamoured I am with it. Did you know that it was the Finns that invented the Molotov Cocktail? Well, they did. I want a Norwegian sweater.
I sat with a lady at the lunch thing afterwards, and she told me all about food, and the sweaters that you buy in Norway aren't really made in Norway. They are actually made with Norwegian wool in Korea, and then sent back to Norway. Upsetting.
Last night I went to the Drag show. I wasn't expecting it to be that BIG of a deal, but it was amazing! They actually had girls AND boys from the Gay 90s, and the amateurs in the contest were really good! Like I said, NOT what I was expecting. Scott and I were in a discussion once about how drag shows are degrading. Here are men dressing up how THEY think of women. In that sense they are making fun of Women. I can see how that would be if the makeup was really exaggerated, with bad hair and over generalized outfits, but the girls last night were really HOT! So I actually think it celebrates femininity. Scott continues to argue that it is demeaning saying, If someone was really good at black face, would that make it any less wrong?" Any thoughts?
I really need to wash this stupid make up off my face before I punch someone.
It sucks being this crabby, but I almost don't want to do anything about it.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Just 14 days left?
There's a song by Ani Difranco called "Fixing her Hair." It goes something like, "She's looking in the mirror, she's fixing her hair, and I touch my head to feel what isn't there." It's a sad song about being in an abusive relationship... but that's not why I mentioned it. I mentioned it because as I started this blog I heard that line and thought about not having hair. My hair is long and annoying, and I want to cut it off.
It is Wednesday already. I don't know what is happening to the time! Three o'clock is still too early to do work, so I am taking it easy.
At one twenty I went to the band room to sight read fanfares for a music composition class. I wasn't warmed up, and I don't think I did very well, but Amanda said I sounded ok. It made me feel like a professional musician. Afterwards I practiced for about twenty minutes, and discovered what a week without practicing can do to your face. Ouch.
Now I am here feeling guilty for not doing anything. My system isn't used to being caught up!
Yesterday I decided I am going to be a sociology minor. I don't know why but it kept coming into my head, and I wasn't exactly sure what it was. I knew it had to do with why people do what they do, but what else? I was looking forward to my 20th Century American History class, because I am excited to learn about the social movements, civil rights, and peace. I want to learn about why Vietnam was a big deal, I want to know what was really up with the hippie movement, and what happened to it.
The difference between History and Past is that the Past is what happened, and History is what we look at to figure out how the past affects us, and how it's going to change the future.
Thinking about that I decided that I wanted to keep learning about the how, and dive into the whys. Then I checked the Sociology department's website, and there's a whole class on the social movements of the 1960s! It fits!
History and Sociology. (Sociology is BLUE) ... are you going to teach?
No, but that doesn't mean that I am sure what exactly I am going to do yet.
I will work at a fancy dancy History museum in New York. I will be interviewed by the History channel. Lily Morris, PH.D Augsburg College.
OR. I will be the head of a team of Historians in a big Hollywood production directed by Baz Luhrmann. They will send me on missions around the world to find things out. Check facts, write briefs... That exists somewhere in the film industry right? I'll ask Adam. Anyway... Baz and I will become friends of course... and I'll go to Red Carpet premiers in pretty dresses escorted by Jim Sturgess, and/or Jackson so-and-so who plays Jasper in Twilight. Yep. I don't see why a History Major couldn't do those things. It's perfectly possible.
It is really frustrating to LOVE something as much as I love History, but then have to cringe at the careers available... (teach?) I cruised around a bit online and found out that a History major can pretty much do anything they want... but I don't know what I want.
Except for Red Carpet Movie Premiers.
It is Wednesday already. I don't know what is happening to the time! Three o'clock is still too early to do work, so I am taking it easy.
At one twenty I went to the band room to sight read fanfares for a music composition class. I wasn't warmed up, and I don't think I did very well, but Amanda said I sounded ok. It made me feel like a professional musician. Afterwards I practiced for about twenty minutes, and discovered what a week without practicing can do to your face. Ouch.
Now I am here feeling guilty for not doing anything. My system isn't used to being caught up!
Yesterday I decided I am going to be a sociology minor. I don't know why but it kept coming into my head, and I wasn't exactly sure what it was. I knew it had to do with why people do what they do, but what else? I was looking forward to my 20th Century American History class, because I am excited to learn about the social movements, civil rights, and peace. I want to learn about why Vietnam was a big deal, I want to know what was really up with the hippie movement, and what happened to it.
The difference between History and Past is that the Past is what happened, and History is what we look at to figure out how the past affects us, and how it's going to change the future.
Thinking about that I decided that I wanted to keep learning about the how, and dive into the whys. Then I checked the Sociology department's website, and there's a whole class on the social movements of the 1960s! It fits!
History and Sociology. (Sociology is BLUE) ... are you going to teach?
No, but that doesn't mean that I am sure what exactly I am going to do yet.
I will work at a fancy dancy History museum in New York. I will be interviewed by the History channel. Lily Morris, PH.D Augsburg College.
OR. I will be the head of a team of Historians in a big Hollywood production directed by Baz Luhrmann. They will send me on missions around the world to find things out. Check facts, write briefs... That exists somewhere in the film industry right? I'll ask Adam. Anyway... Baz and I will become friends of course... and I'll go to Red Carpet premiers in pretty dresses escorted by Jim Sturgess, and/or Jackson so-and-so who plays Jasper in Twilight. Yep. I don't see why a History Major couldn't do those things. It's perfectly possible.
It is really frustrating to LOVE something as much as I love History, but then have to cringe at the careers available... (teach?) I cruised around a bit online and found out that a History major can pretty much do anything they want... but I don't know what I want.
Except for Red Carpet Movie Premiers.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Easily Distracted
I just wasted a massive amount of time defending Stalingrad. All I did was type in Stalingrad to google to do research for History today... and on freeonlinegames.com there it was. I think the furthest I got was to level 5. So much skill... strategy... blood and vinegar. Someday I will be strong enough to keep those German forces (Under Paulus) away!!!
Whenever I think of Turrets I think of Garp, and that makes me happy.
...Arp...
It has been a while since my last blog, and in that time a lot has happened, considering the long weekend away from fast internet.
I came home on Wednesday to a completely re arrainged house. Even my room has been turned into a study of sorts... the bed only in there still because I will be coming back over the summer... which was something I hadn't planned on doing, but what my MOM talked me into!
My room is "clean" by Morris standards now... but... it's still such a difference from my dorm. My dorm is not full of dog and cat hair, and dust. Yuck. I felt like such an outsider... and that worries me. Am I detattaching from my bohemian upbringing? OH NO!
Thanksgiving itself wasn't that exciting. We went to Rick and Evadne's, and had a very traditional meal. I had been looking forward to curry and goat stomach! Nope. Just turkey and ham. We left from there early so I could get to Kbek and work. That was nice, I really like it there. Friday was slow, and I worked again in the evening, and on Saturday I was social.
Sara picked me and Savannah up, and we drove to Megan's house. From there we went to Cambridge and saw TWILIGHT! Yay! I liked it even more the second time, and I really can't wait until break to finish the book. It was great to be back with Megan, Sara and Savannah again. Afterwards we went to Pizza Hut, and then made a side trip to the health foods store to see if Charlie was working.
"Charlie?" Megan and Savannah inquire.
"You'll See," replies Lily and Sara.
And oh we saw! Ok... I just realized how much of a creeper this makes me. Yes I went to the Co-op to see a boy... and just see... god forbid we actualy talk to him! Yes I know his name, and yes, I just showed my friends.
Forgive me.
Ha!
Back at Megan's we played Bananagrams, and my first word was "Storge." I felt learned.
Then Sara brought me and Savannah home. In my drive way, in Sara's car, listening to the last track of Avenue Q, it felt like Marching band again.
Work. Again. Nicole visited me and showed me all the boys she's talked to, and told me about how awesome they all are. I really didn't care. I had just found out about Katie and was not in the mood to talk about boys, muchless Nicole's boys.
So I sulked.
When she finally left 3 hours later, Scott came and I whined to him. I feel bad because I always just whine with him, but he always makes me feel better.
Then he let me go home early. AT home I was still really bummed out about everything, and I couldn't sleep, so I took a bath and watched an episode of Ugly Betty Season 2. That calmed me down enough to be able to fall asleep.
Sunday I came back. Ali and Mitch gave me a ride. I like being back.
It has been a somber couple days around here though. Katie was a big part of Augsburg and the Honor's program. She really was an all around amazing person, and even though I never got to know her, she had impacted my life, and the lives of my friends. I feel strangely detattched from it all. She'll be back, you just wait.
And Josh Called last night, because I told him to. A "ten minute" conversation lasted an hour and a half. There was some anger, but in all, it was closure. Maybe I am not ready to move on yet, but I feel that a lot was said, and it was powerful.
I am going to be ok.
Whenever I think of Turrets I think of Garp, and that makes me happy.
...Arp...
It has been a while since my last blog, and in that time a lot has happened, considering the long weekend away from fast internet.
I came home on Wednesday to a completely re arrainged house. Even my room has been turned into a study of sorts... the bed only in there still because I will be coming back over the summer... which was something I hadn't planned on doing, but what my MOM talked me into!
My room is "clean" by Morris standards now... but... it's still such a difference from my dorm. My dorm is not full of dog and cat hair, and dust. Yuck. I felt like such an outsider... and that worries me. Am I detattaching from my bohemian upbringing? OH NO!
Thanksgiving itself wasn't that exciting. We went to Rick and Evadne's, and had a very traditional meal. I had been looking forward to curry and goat stomach! Nope. Just turkey and ham. We left from there early so I could get to Kbek and work. That was nice, I really like it there. Friday was slow, and I worked again in the evening, and on Saturday I was social.
Sara picked me and Savannah up, and we drove to Megan's house. From there we went to Cambridge and saw TWILIGHT! Yay! I liked it even more the second time, and I really can't wait until break to finish the book. It was great to be back with Megan, Sara and Savannah again. Afterwards we went to Pizza Hut, and then made a side trip to the health foods store to see if Charlie was working.
"Charlie?" Megan and Savannah inquire.
"You'll See," replies Lily and Sara.
And oh we saw! Ok... I just realized how much of a creeper this makes me. Yes I went to the Co-op to see a boy... and just see... god forbid we actualy talk to him! Yes I know his name, and yes, I just showed my friends.
Forgive me.
Ha!
Back at Megan's we played Bananagrams, and my first word was "Storge." I felt learned.
Then Sara brought me and Savannah home. In my drive way, in Sara's car, listening to the last track of Avenue Q, it felt like Marching band again.
Work. Again. Nicole visited me and showed me all the boys she's talked to, and told me about how awesome they all are. I really didn't care. I had just found out about Katie and was not in the mood to talk about boys, muchless Nicole's boys.
So I sulked.
When she finally left 3 hours later, Scott came and I whined to him. I feel bad because I always just whine with him, but he always makes me feel better.
Then he let me go home early. AT home I was still really bummed out about everything, and I couldn't sleep, so I took a bath and watched an episode of Ugly Betty Season 2. That calmed me down enough to be able to fall asleep.
Sunday I came back. Ali and Mitch gave me a ride. I like being back.
It has been a somber couple days around here though. Katie was a big part of Augsburg and the Honor's program. She really was an all around amazing person, and even though I never got to know her, she had impacted my life, and the lives of my friends. I feel strangely detattched from it all. She'll be back, you just wait.
And Josh Called last night, because I told him to. A "ten minute" conversation lasted an hour and a half. There was some anger, but in all, it was closure. Maybe I am not ready to move on yet, but I feel that a lot was said, and it was powerful.
I am going to be ok.
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