Again, I spent an evening living out all my college dreams.
Spur of the moment, Jenny and I asked Erin if we could go with her to the Queer Womyn's march in Uptown to support a woman who got attacked and beaten recently for being a lesbian. Oh my goodness.
This is what I read about in newspapers at Double JJs on Summer afternoons, and I hoped and hoped and hoped that one day, I could be part of that... and then, there I was!
At one point, Sweet Pea (From Lili's Burlesque Review) Was speaking, and she told us to close our eyes, and imagine the white light gathered around all of us there. Hundreds of us. I closed my eyes, and I felt it. I was there!
Yes, I was stupid and I didn't wear warm socks or bring a hat... but that mild discomfort has passed. It was SO GREAT!
Erin and Ani brought us to their apartment and we got to meet their cat Charlie, it was wonderful to see a cat! :) then we met their land lord and went to the march.
I really don't know how to express how amazing it was! Finally, I am a part of something!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
20th Century Corporate Values lead to a Depression...
With temperatures reaching highs in the upper teens, it feels as if winter is loosening her harsh grip upon us...
But these hopes are futile knowing that it is but January, with the days of February and March yet to come. With this in mind though, there is hope as well, just as Thursday summons Friday, February brings March.
March being bitter and cold, often the longest and most miserable of winter months, also bears us into April.
Muddy, wet, volatile April. It may not be pleasant, but it is spring time all the same.
If the school year was a week, we'd be now coming into Wednesday evening.
My hopes and plans for efficiency were thwarted from the start. Not only did I not read the promised ten pages of the Flivver King last night... but I stayed in bed until eight, an abhorable action. I still managed to finish the reading before class, but it didn't get me any further in the Odyssey. After class I went to the Library for an hour until I got too hungry to focus, I got a sandwich at Nabo, ate it along with a cup of Sierra Mist (I pretend that it's Limonad and that I'm French), and then went into an Oren Study room for a little change of scenery. The scenery was wonderful! For after pulling two comfy chairs together to rest my legs, I proptly fell to dreaming. I dreamed for an hour until I was awoken by my own snoring.
"Efficient" is not a word to describe today's behavior.
I have since made many attempts to finish the reading, but each has only left me frustrated, so I am now passing time until Band. Oh Lovely band!
I bought a couple three ring binders from the book store today, and I just sorted my Women's studies into one. I like being organized. It is especially fun because the binder is purple to match the folder I got, AND it has dragon flies on it, with "Augsburg College" written in girly letters at the bottom.
... Or not "girly" I shouldn't be projecting genders upon it...
Anyway. My second student Senate meeting takes place tonight! Megan said there are some "things we can talk about about the minutes..." Wish me luck!
Also, the pictures I took from the Lunar New Year have been posted on Homemade's flikr site! They actually turned out pretty cool! You can get to them by going to one of Ali's most recent posts, or from the Homemade website itself!
But these hopes are futile knowing that it is but January, with the days of February and March yet to come. With this in mind though, there is hope as well, just as Thursday summons Friday, February brings March.
March being bitter and cold, often the longest and most miserable of winter months, also bears us into April.
Muddy, wet, volatile April. It may not be pleasant, but it is spring time all the same.
If the school year was a week, we'd be now coming into Wednesday evening.
My hopes and plans for efficiency were thwarted from the start. Not only did I not read the promised ten pages of the Flivver King last night... but I stayed in bed until eight, an abhorable action. I still managed to finish the reading before class, but it didn't get me any further in the Odyssey. After class I went to the Library for an hour until I got too hungry to focus, I got a sandwich at Nabo, ate it along with a cup of Sierra Mist (I pretend that it's Limonad and that I'm French), and then went into an Oren Study room for a little change of scenery. The scenery was wonderful! For after pulling two comfy chairs together to rest my legs, I proptly fell to dreaming. I dreamed for an hour until I was awoken by my own snoring.
"Efficient" is not a word to describe today's behavior.
I have since made many attempts to finish the reading, but each has only left me frustrated, so I am now passing time until Band. Oh Lovely band!
I bought a couple three ring binders from the book store today, and I just sorted my Women's studies into one. I like being organized. It is especially fun because the binder is purple to match the folder I got, AND it has dragon flies on it, with "Augsburg College" written in girly letters at the bottom.
... Or not "girly" I shouldn't be projecting genders upon it...
Anyway. My second student Senate meeting takes place tonight! Megan said there are some "things we can talk about about the minutes..." Wish me luck!
Also, the pictures I took from the Lunar New Year have been posted on Homemade's flikr site! They actually turned out pretty cool! You can get to them by going to one of Ali's most recent posts, or from the Homemade website itself!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
20th Century Corporate Values
Since sitting down at my desk I have lost the great ambition I had had to post a wondrous blog.
Instead, I held true to the corporate values of the early 1900s and took to plotting the science and efficiency behind finishing the Odyssey before Thursday.
With 278 pages yet to read, I can divide that into 10 reading sessions, each of 27.8 pages in length. I rounded that to 28, and measured the length of time required to read 28 pages, my result being 34 minutes (with distractions.)
Therefore, it will take me approximately 5 hours to finish my reading, which can be conveniently sized down to 10 simple half hour segments. One hour after breakfast until nine, at which time I will finish the required Flivver King readings that will take me an hour and a half. By that time it will already be ten thirty, and I will be late for my trumpet sectional... Hm... That detail will be more closely examined.
After class, I will have 3 hours and 4o minutes before band which is ample time to read three more segments, and set to work again on the last half of the Flivver King.
Once I have been released from band I will eat dinner until approximately five thirty, when I will break until six. At Six I will read two more segments up to seven o'clock, at which time I will ready myself for the Student Senate meeting. With just an hour and a half left, I will settle in the library reading Odyssey segments between whatever else it is that is required for Women's Studies.
It really is a precise science... And in the time I spent planning it out I could have been sleeping.
I don't like to make it sound like I work too much... but I do.
The pathetic thing is that if I don't follow that schedule to the dot, I will not finish, and that is necessary.
Ah!
Today was, as you probably know, TUESDAY! Regardless of my brain being convinced that it was in fact Wednesday. All my classes were marvelous, and I was alert and chipper after breakfast, and after eating apples at Ali's recommendation. In Women's Studies we had a great discussion about Intersex and what it really means. We also touched on what it means to be transgendered or trans-sexual.
It was beautiful.
In writing we just looked over eachother's rough drafts. I was pretty happy with mine, but whoever did the proofreading was not convinced of my brilliance. They said that the way snakes eat is "creepy" and that learning about how freakin' awesome it is how they move is "unnecessary."
Ha!
Groven's class was a blast as we talked about the SPAA boys... my lovely lovely SPAA boys. Dear Socrates, Dear Plato, Dear Aristotle, and Dearest of all the Resplendent Alexander.
Yes! My precious, darling Alexander III of Macedonia. Alexander the Great.
I smiled like a goon that entire portion.
We also got to learn about Groven's one experience with detention!
From there I drug myself not entirely willing to Jazz band... where I stood, the lone trumpet for five minutes. Luckily, Matt did show up, but two trumpets isn't a very grand number. For once Bob actually had to HEAR me... and he showered me with praises! After practice, while talking to Matt, he pointed to me and said, "She's a good trumpet player!"
With that compliment I feel that I have at least redeemed my failure during my juries... but I still don't feel that it was all that deserved.
The rest of my night was spent studying, except for a trip to the gym. I RAN! Today in anticipation for my work out, I thought, "Well Lily, it has been three weeks of work on the eliptical, and bike machine thing... Three weeks... Do you think you might be able to run a quarter mile without stopping like you had to do in your one season of track?" So, I tried it, and I've decided that the distance measurement MUST be off, because I ran a quarter mile easily, so I went on to do half a mile! Just like my 800 meter days... with out stopping! Granted I didn't GO that fast... but still, something must be up.
The rest of my muscles were too sore for much else.
Now I am here, to bed!
Instead, I held true to the corporate values of the early 1900s and took to plotting the science and efficiency behind finishing the Odyssey before Thursday.
With 278 pages yet to read, I can divide that into 10 reading sessions, each of 27.8 pages in length. I rounded that to 28, and measured the length of time required to read 28 pages, my result being 34 minutes (with distractions.)
Therefore, it will take me approximately 5 hours to finish my reading, which can be conveniently sized down to 10 simple half hour segments. One hour after breakfast until nine, at which time I will finish the required Flivver King readings that will take me an hour and a half. By that time it will already be ten thirty, and I will be late for my trumpet sectional... Hm... That detail will be more closely examined.
After class, I will have 3 hours and 4o minutes before band which is ample time to read three more segments, and set to work again on the last half of the Flivver King.
Once I have been released from band I will eat dinner until approximately five thirty, when I will break until six. At Six I will read two more segments up to seven o'clock, at which time I will ready myself for the Student Senate meeting. With just an hour and a half left, I will settle in the library reading Odyssey segments between whatever else it is that is required for Women's Studies.
It really is a precise science... And in the time I spent planning it out I could have been sleeping.
I don't like to make it sound like I work too much... but I do.
The pathetic thing is that if I don't follow that schedule to the dot, I will not finish, and that is necessary.
Ah!
Today was, as you probably know, TUESDAY! Regardless of my brain being convinced that it was in fact Wednesday. All my classes were marvelous, and I was alert and chipper after breakfast, and after eating apples at Ali's recommendation. In Women's Studies we had a great discussion about Intersex and what it really means. We also touched on what it means to be transgendered or trans-sexual.
It was beautiful.
In writing we just looked over eachother's rough drafts. I was pretty happy with mine, but whoever did the proofreading was not convinced of my brilliance. They said that the way snakes eat is "creepy" and that learning about how freakin' awesome it is how they move is "unnecessary."
Ha!
Groven's class was a blast as we talked about the SPAA boys... my lovely lovely SPAA boys. Dear Socrates, Dear Plato, Dear Aristotle, and Dearest of all the Resplendent Alexander.
Yes! My precious, darling Alexander III of Macedonia. Alexander the Great.
I smiled like a goon that entire portion.
We also got to learn about Groven's one experience with detention!
From there I drug myself not entirely willing to Jazz band... where I stood, the lone trumpet for five minutes. Luckily, Matt did show up, but two trumpets isn't a very grand number. For once Bob actually had to HEAR me... and he showered me with praises! After practice, while talking to Matt, he pointed to me and said, "She's a good trumpet player!"
With that compliment I feel that I have at least redeemed my failure during my juries... but I still don't feel that it was all that deserved.
The rest of my night was spent studying, except for a trip to the gym. I RAN! Today in anticipation for my work out, I thought, "Well Lily, it has been three weeks of work on the eliptical, and bike machine thing... Three weeks... Do you think you might be able to run a quarter mile without stopping like you had to do in your one season of track?" So, I tried it, and I've decided that the distance measurement MUST be off, because I ran a quarter mile easily, so I went on to do half a mile! Just like my 800 meter days... with out stopping! Granted I didn't GO that fast... but still, something must be up.
The rest of my muscles were too sore for much else.
Now I am here, to bed!
Monday, January 26, 2009
As much as I'd like it to be, the library is not my nest
/groan/stretch...
I just fell asleep in the library, and it's safe to say that the act was premeditated. I've done it before. I woke up BEFORE seven, got out of bed at ten after, finished breakfast far too early, and then came to library. I finished book four of the Odyssey, realizing just how far behind I am, and then I pushed two of the comfy-ish chairs together and took a snooze... an hour later I forced myself to regain consciousness. Now I am here feeling unmotivated and frustrated with myself.
I don't have time for library naps, however delightful they feel! Especially when I am STILL only on book five of the Odyseey, when I need to be on book 12, which is at least an inch away. Plus that rough draft, and making connections... it's not that bad. I'll stop whining, but I am still angry that I am so tired and easily tempted by sleep and pleasure.
Last night Jenny drug me to the gym because I told her to. I told her because I didn't feel up to it at ALL, but I knew that once I got there it would be good. We worked out for about an hour, doing the bike machine, tread mill, eliptical, and a couple new weight machines. My calves are getting massive again, just like they looked when I was young and rode my bike all the time, or when I was in marching band. Today my arms are a bit sore.
Before that, I ate dinner, and before THAT I finished guide training. I am an Auggie Guide! I am pretty scared, especially after training yesterday when we were told of all the pressures put upon us. I am on the third floor of the library, and I just heard Mike underneath me saying, "Down there is the circulation desk... that is where you can check out books, movies..." Ha.
That is going to be me! but I need to sign up for walk a longs... oh dear. I could have done that today had I not been sleeping.
I can not let up, I don't knowp why this day has been so difficult to get into.
Maybe I need caffiene... Or... at least a Naked juice, because I don't feel like going all the way back to Coopers.
GRAH!
Soua gave me a bag of movie theather pop corn last night, which I ate while checking my facebook, trying NOT to go to bed at nine thirty. Now there are pop corn husks all over my computer.
Ooops.
Back to work.
I just fell asleep in the library, and it's safe to say that the act was premeditated. I've done it before. I woke up BEFORE seven, got out of bed at ten after, finished breakfast far too early, and then came to library. I finished book four of the Odyssey, realizing just how far behind I am, and then I pushed two of the comfy-ish chairs together and took a snooze... an hour later I forced myself to regain consciousness. Now I am here feeling unmotivated and frustrated with myself.
I don't have time for library naps, however delightful they feel! Especially when I am STILL only on book five of the Odyseey, when I need to be on book 12, which is at least an inch away. Plus that rough draft, and making connections... it's not that bad. I'll stop whining, but I am still angry that I am so tired and easily tempted by sleep and pleasure.
Last night Jenny drug me to the gym because I told her to. I told her because I didn't feel up to it at ALL, but I knew that once I got there it would be good. We worked out for about an hour, doing the bike machine, tread mill, eliptical, and a couple new weight machines. My calves are getting massive again, just like they looked when I was young and rode my bike all the time, or when I was in marching band. Today my arms are a bit sore.
Before that, I ate dinner, and before THAT I finished guide training. I am an Auggie Guide! I am pretty scared, especially after training yesterday when we were told of all the pressures put upon us. I am on the third floor of the library, and I just heard Mike underneath me saying, "Down there is the circulation desk... that is where you can check out books, movies..." Ha.
That is going to be me! but I need to sign up for walk a longs... oh dear. I could have done that today had I not been sleeping.
I can not let up, I don't knowp why this day has been so difficult to get into.
Maybe I need caffiene... Or... at least a Naked juice, because I don't feel like going all the way back to Coopers.
GRAH!
Soua gave me a bag of movie theather pop corn last night, which I ate while checking my facebook, trying NOT to go to bed at nine thirty. Now there are pop corn husks all over my computer.
Ooops.
Back to work.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Augsburg: My own personal brand of heroine
That Twilight quote just seems the most appropriate. I am in a relationship with college, and if facebook would let me, I'd make it official.
The last two weeks have been the most intense ever, but what is frightening, is that it is still only the beginning! I haven't even had any papers due yet! Regardless, I have been working like I never have before. I wake up every morning (except for weekends) at 7am, I eat breakfast, and go to the library to read before my first classes. All my obligations fit into precise time slots, and if I don't follow, and fill them accordingly, everything is thrown out of whack. And I know that I can't let up at all, or else I will fall hopelessly behind... so instead of pouting about having so much work to do, I just have to keep at it.
Friday was an especially empowering day. I woke up at seven and at 7:07 I went down the hall to brush my teeth. Half way there I realized I didn't have my keys, so I went back to knock on the door. I knocked, even though I didn't really want to wake Soua up, and I felt like I was waking EVERYONE up... I knocked for 20 minutes before I thought, "What if Soua stayed somewhere else last night and I didn't notice?" So I went to DPS, who let me in, only to find Soua soundly asleep. I didn't make an effort to get ready quietly after that, and later when I told her she had absolutely no idea. Aside from that incident, deep sleep is definitely a good quality in a room mate... especially when we both snore.
By the time I left my room for real, it was too late for me to get breakfast, so I went down to the Auggie's nest to work my Senate office hour. Megan wasn't there right away, so I set up my computer and started working on the minutes. Once I was let in, I worked on the minutes long after my hour was up, and then I went to practice my trumpet before the sectional. After the sectional I had class. A wonderfully "mellow" class that felt out of context to my previous schedule. I ate lunch with the "family" and then went to the library.
After getting nice and settled, I checked my augnet to see an email from Lynn, my trumpet teacher saying that I wasn't registered. ACK! I repacked all my supplies and went to the Enrollment center... didn't have a signature... went to Tina, got one from her, came back and was registered. That made me feel powerful because I was solving my own problems...
Back to the library. I finished the minutes! A grand accomplishment, but I was unable to send them, so I read for Groven and Women's Studies. Since it was Friday, I made it a rule for myself NOT to do ANY homework after five.
Ali had offered for me to take pictures at AASA's Lunar New Year show, so at 5 I got a camera from her, ate a hasty dinner and went to east commons to pretend to be Shutterbabe. As it turns out I am a really poor photographer, especially when it comes to moving subject matter. Hm.
I did get some good videos though that will be posted somewhere around the Homemade website.
The show was really great. Soua had been working on it until ridiculous hours for weeks, and now it finally paid off. I am really glad that I went.
When that was all done, I watched tv with Marrta and Lauren, and afterwards I had a time of deep self reflection, which to emphasize the drug to college metaphore made me want to read ahead in Women's studies to drown my angst. I am ok now. I just need to accept that I have to work this hard.
Nothing is more satisfying than crossing things off the lists I am a slave to.
SATURDAY then was relaxing. I slept in, and had a slow morning until Alan picked me up around 5. We went to Macalister to pick up Rye, and then we ate dinner at an Afghani restaurant right off the Macalister campus. It was delicious. From there we went to the Ritz theater for an amazing, AWE INSPIRING show.
It is safe to say that I am a changed woman. :)
I didn't get home until after one, and I stayed up a little longer because Soua had some friends over watching movies. I didn't mind.
Now I am here! Sunday, so back to work. I have Auggie Guide training at three, and until then I am going to be reading.
Blog: Crossed off list :)
The last two weeks have been the most intense ever, but what is frightening, is that it is still only the beginning! I haven't even had any papers due yet! Regardless, I have been working like I never have before. I wake up every morning (except for weekends) at 7am, I eat breakfast, and go to the library to read before my first classes. All my obligations fit into precise time slots, and if I don't follow, and fill them accordingly, everything is thrown out of whack. And I know that I can't let up at all, or else I will fall hopelessly behind... so instead of pouting about having so much work to do, I just have to keep at it.
Friday was an especially empowering day. I woke up at seven and at 7:07 I went down the hall to brush my teeth. Half way there I realized I didn't have my keys, so I went back to knock on the door. I knocked, even though I didn't really want to wake Soua up, and I felt like I was waking EVERYONE up... I knocked for 20 minutes before I thought, "What if Soua stayed somewhere else last night and I didn't notice?" So I went to DPS, who let me in, only to find Soua soundly asleep. I didn't make an effort to get ready quietly after that, and later when I told her she had absolutely no idea. Aside from that incident, deep sleep is definitely a good quality in a room mate... especially when we both snore.
By the time I left my room for real, it was too late for me to get breakfast, so I went down to the Auggie's nest to work my Senate office hour. Megan wasn't there right away, so I set up my computer and started working on the minutes. Once I was let in, I worked on the minutes long after my hour was up, and then I went to practice my trumpet before the sectional. After the sectional I had class. A wonderfully "mellow" class that felt out of context to my previous schedule. I ate lunch with the "family" and then went to the library.
After getting nice and settled, I checked my augnet to see an email from Lynn, my trumpet teacher saying that I wasn't registered. ACK! I repacked all my supplies and went to the Enrollment center... didn't have a signature... went to Tina, got one from her, came back and was registered. That made me feel powerful because I was solving my own problems...
Back to the library. I finished the minutes! A grand accomplishment, but I was unable to send them, so I read for Groven and Women's Studies. Since it was Friday, I made it a rule for myself NOT to do ANY homework after five.
Ali had offered for me to take pictures at AASA's Lunar New Year show, so at 5 I got a camera from her, ate a hasty dinner and went to east commons to pretend to be Shutterbabe. As it turns out I am a really poor photographer, especially when it comes to moving subject matter. Hm.
I did get some good videos though that will be posted somewhere around the Homemade website.
The show was really great. Soua had been working on it until ridiculous hours for weeks, and now it finally paid off. I am really glad that I went.
When that was all done, I watched tv with Marrta and Lauren, and afterwards I had a time of deep self reflection, which to emphasize the drug to college metaphore made me want to read ahead in Women's studies to drown my angst. I am ok now. I just need to accept that I have to work this hard.
Nothing is more satisfying than crossing things off the lists I am a slave to.
SATURDAY then was relaxing. I slept in, and had a slow morning until Alan picked me up around 5. We went to Macalister to pick up Rye, and then we ate dinner at an Afghani restaurant right off the Macalister campus. It was delicious. From there we went to the Ritz theater for an amazing, AWE INSPIRING show.
It is safe to say that I am a changed woman. :)
I didn't get home until after one, and I stayed up a little longer because Soua had some friends over watching movies. I didn't mind.
Now I am here! Sunday, so back to work. I have Auggie Guide training at three, and until then I am going to be reading.
Blog: Crossed off list :)
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Too busy for History... :(
History is being made, as I am barely catching my breath. One thing after the other, class class class, work work work. In honor of the day, I am wearing my Barack Obama Hope t-shirt, but that is all I can afford... No time.
I signed up to facilitate the next women's studies class because I know I will only get busier as the semester progresses. Plus, I get to do it on the media, which means I can rant about Dave Ryan.
My latest grievance with him is that the other day he said, "Guys, if you have a girl friend, we'll be right back to tell why you need to keep her away from Twilight and Rob Pattinson..."
I am not the biggest fan of Twilight, but it shouldn't be the man's job to keep his girlfriend away from anything! She should be able to do, and especially READ anything she pleases! And if the boyfriend is falling short of Edward Cullen, well, she shouldn't settle.
So there.
I love Women's Studies.
Visser and I watched Thelma and Louise this weekend. From a feminist standpoint it was amazing. I am glad I am taking this class.
This weekend, I sucessfully visited Visser! It was the first time since Halloween, and that is NOT acceptable. We had some GREAT conversations, and being that I am so used to LETTERS in which you pour out a lot, and then wait a week or so, I wasn't used to pouring... and still pouring... all in real time! We watched the first disc of the L word, ate chex mix, talked some more, and stared at her computer screen until about one or two when I drifted from conciousness. After of course realizing that I am only a figment of my own imagination.
Sunday, we went to Ginko's for brunch. In the last 5 years, all my college fantasies have looked like that. There we were, sitting in an independently owned coffee shop, drinking our coffee and vegatarian dishes, discussing life, love, politics, philosophy, drugs and society. It was pure beauty.
After that we watched Thelma and Louise. That was set in 1991, and everything about it made me love everything social, Sociology, Women's studies, anthropology, psychology, History. I watched it from an intellectual stand point. Visser shared my glee.
By the time the movie was done, I had to make the scary walk to the bus stop in the dark. I missed the bus by a minute and waited by myself for twenty more.
Then I got off at the wrong stop, and ended up walking from who knows where in the University Campus, all the way back to Augsburg. I hope that never happens again. I was wiped out.
All social skills were lost until last night. I went crazy.
Now it's back to school! I am happy. Happy, but tired, and terrified.
I'm just going to keep surfing I guess. Not much else I can do, it's not going to let up until April, so why fool myself otherwise!
Barack Obama is our PRESIDENT!
I signed up to facilitate the next women's studies class because I know I will only get busier as the semester progresses. Plus, I get to do it on the media, which means I can rant about Dave Ryan.
My latest grievance with him is that the other day he said, "Guys, if you have a girl friend, we'll be right back to tell why you need to keep her away from Twilight and Rob Pattinson..."
I am not the biggest fan of Twilight, but it shouldn't be the man's job to keep his girlfriend away from anything! She should be able to do, and especially READ anything she pleases! And if the boyfriend is falling short of Edward Cullen, well, she shouldn't settle.
So there.
I love Women's Studies.
Visser and I watched Thelma and Louise this weekend. From a feminist standpoint it was amazing. I am glad I am taking this class.
This weekend, I sucessfully visited Visser! It was the first time since Halloween, and that is NOT acceptable. We had some GREAT conversations, and being that I am so used to LETTERS in which you pour out a lot, and then wait a week or so, I wasn't used to pouring... and still pouring... all in real time! We watched the first disc of the L word, ate chex mix, talked some more, and stared at her computer screen until about one or two when I drifted from conciousness. After of course realizing that I am only a figment of my own imagination.
Sunday, we went to Ginko's for brunch. In the last 5 years, all my college fantasies have looked like that. There we were, sitting in an independently owned coffee shop, drinking our coffee and vegatarian dishes, discussing life, love, politics, philosophy, drugs and society. It was pure beauty.
After that we watched Thelma and Louise. That was set in 1991, and everything about it made me love everything social, Sociology, Women's studies, anthropology, psychology, History. I watched it from an intellectual stand point. Visser shared my glee.
By the time the movie was done, I had to make the scary walk to the bus stop in the dark. I missed the bus by a minute and waited by myself for twenty more.
Then I got off at the wrong stop, and ended up walking from who knows where in the University Campus, all the way back to Augsburg. I hope that never happens again. I was wiped out.
All social skills were lost until last night. I went crazy.
Now it's back to school! I am happy. Happy, but tired, and terrified.
I'm just going to keep surfing I guess. Not much else I can do, it's not going to let up until April, so why fool myself otherwise!
Barack Obama is our PRESIDENT!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Ah, Solitude
Ah Friday...
I can't believe that it is here already, yet it feels that I have been here forever.
Since getting back I have been running a rigorous schedule in which I wake up every morning at 7am, eat breakfast, sit in front of the CCHP Light, go to class, and then read all night. I have also been exercising every other day... which at this point only means once on Monday and Wednesday.
After Monday's workout session I wanted to write a blog post about New Year's Resolutions, and other reasons I am a beast, because that is how I felt. I felt awesome about all the cool stuff I'd done that day... but I was too exhausted, and I don't think my lappy would connect to the internet.
My classes today were done at 12, and I ate lunch with the "family." I was able to because I slept through breakfast. Then when I came back to my wonderful dorm Soua and I raised my bed up, and put my dresser underneath it. We also moved the fridge to where my dresser was so we now have a "kitchen." Our dishes are on top of the fridge now, and when I get my coffee pot that's where I am going to put it.
Mmmm Coffee...
I am happy with how the room looks now. I like change.
Since getting back here, I haven't left my room. I read one essay in the Women's Studies text, and then filled out a silly thing on facebook. It was the one where you put in songs at random into the questions. My favorite was, "What do you like in a boy or a girl?" and the response, "Caring is Creepy" by the Shins. Hahaha! I like chilling by myself. Yum.
I am going to slowly work through my readings for next week, but I think I deserve this recharge time, because I have been working non-stop since Monday. This is what I need to do to not have a melt down... right? I hope so. I don't want to have any melt-downs.
Another thing I am trying to do this semester/year is to remember the relationship that I have with my Education. My mom told me to write a manifesto... I should do that. Anyway, I haven't been thinking about any romantic relationships at all, and I think that might be part of my ability to get SO MUCH DONE! ahahaha! I will try to keep that up as well.
Anything I can do to do my absolute best in every class must be done.
My favorite class so far I think is Women's studies. It makes me feel good.
And with that, I am going to leave on feminist rant from this morning:
I was in the bathroom and the radio was on 101.3 really loud, the morning crew, or whatever they call themselves was having their, "hot topics." The question was, "How many people can a woman have slept with before it's 'too many?'"
The main guy, Dave (I think) said, "Ten to Fifteen." He went on to say something along the lines of, "If you had your slut days, or if you're a recovering slut, we don't want to hear about it."
"Well Dave, how many women have you slept with?" One of the other Djs asked.
"70."
Seventy women without shame.
What gives him the right to have had sex with SEVENTY women, and talk of "Recovering Sluts?"
I believe that my anger is justified.
That is all.
I can't believe that it is here already, yet it feels that I have been here forever.
Since getting back I have been running a rigorous schedule in which I wake up every morning at 7am, eat breakfast, sit in front of the CCHP Light, go to class, and then read all night. I have also been exercising every other day... which at this point only means once on Monday and Wednesday.
After Monday's workout session I wanted to write a blog post about New Year's Resolutions, and other reasons I am a beast, because that is how I felt. I felt awesome about all the cool stuff I'd done that day... but I was too exhausted, and I don't think my lappy would connect to the internet.
My classes today were done at 12, and I ate lunch with the "family." I was able to because I slept through breakfast. Then when I came back to my wonderful dorm Soua and I raised my bed up, and put my dresser underneath it. We also moved the fridge to where my dresser was so we now have a "kitchen." Our dishes are on top of the fridge now, and when I get my coffee pot that's where I am going to put it.
Mmmm Coffee...
I am happy with how the room looks now. I like change.
Since getting back here, I haven't left my room. I read one essay in the Women's Studies text, and then filled out a silly thing on facebook. It was the one where you put in songs at random into the questions. My favorite was, "What do you like in a boy or a girl?" and the response, "Caring is Creepy" by the Shins. Hahaha! I like chilling by myself. Yum.
I am going to slowly work through my readings for next week, but I think I deserve this recharge time, because I have been working non-stop since Monday. This is what I need to do to not have a melt down... right? I hope so. I don't want to have any melt-downs.
Another thing I am trying to do this semester/year is to remember the relationship that I have with my Education. My mom told me to write a manifesto... I should do that. Anyway, I haven't been thinking about any romantic relationships at all, and I think that might be part of my ability to get SO MUCH DONE! ahahaha! I will try to keep that up as well.
Anything I can do to do my absolute best in every class must be done.
My favorite class so far I think is Women's studies. It makes me feel good.
And with that, I am going to leave on feminist rant from this morning:
I was in the bathroom and the radio was on 101.3 really loud, the morning crew, or whatever they call themselves was having their, "hot topics." The question was, "How many people can a woman have slept with before it's 'too many?'"
The main guy, Dave (I think) said, "Ten to Fifteen." He went on to say something along the lines of, "If you had your slut days, or if you're a recovering slut, we don't want to hear about it."
"Well Dave, how many women have you slept with?" One of the other Djs asked.
"70."
Seventy women without shame.
What gives him the right to have had sex with SEVENTY women, and talk of "Recovering Sluts?"
I believe that my anger is justified.
That is all.
Monday, January 12, 2009
It is easier to call Chicken home than Chase Chicken home
I wish I could blog as much as Ali...
Hey guys! I am home! Oh how I love it!
I had hoped to get back right at noon when the dorm opened, but we didn't even get out of the house until after noon, then after a few visits to my dad's friends we didn't get here until around four. Kathleen met up with me right away, and after a quick good bye to my dad I was here again. The dissonance wasn't as profound this time, though I had had plenty of time to fall into a slow, easy going Ogilvie life style.
Maybe it's a good thing. In just three weeks of break, I feel like I have acclimated myself to myself. I think that the two planes of my existence have clicked together in a way that works, and I am ok with it.
I AM Lily Morris!
haha...
I was so happy to see my friends, and to sleep in my bed... even though it does crinkle when I move.
Yesterday morning I had a ... tense discussion with my already stressed out Mother. I was a basket case because I wasn't ready to leave, and I had done nothing productive. The fact that my phone bill was going to be over due, and that I hadn't ordered books yet was also a disturbance.
Now, life is magnificent. I got most of my books this morning, and there is nothing to worry about at all. :) Everything is going to happen in the best way.
So yesterday when I was stressing, I picked up some clothes from the hall bench at random. When I looked at what I'd grabbed, there was my Queen shirt! I've been looking for that shirt for months! Then, when I had nearly forgotten about it, there it was. Metaphor for life?
We have chickens at home, a nice little flock. At night when it is time for the chickens to go into the coop, sometimes they don't want to. It is very vital that they DO go into the coop so that they won't get eaten by skunks and weasels and raccoons, so we NEED to get them in. Sometimes we get frustrated and try to herd them into the coop, which more often than not sends them cackling deeper into the woods. However, when we hold still and call them, they'll walk right in with no hassle.
In regards to this, my mom once said, "It is easier to call Chicken home than chase Chicken home."
Therefore, in life we must not try to rush things, or force things to happen even if we know very well it is out of our control. If we just let go, the Universe, (or God) will provide for us.
:)
Hey guys! I am home! Oh how I love it!
I had hoped to get back right at noon when the dorm opened, but we didn't even get out of the house until after noon, then after a few visits to my dad's friends we didn't get here until around four. Kathleen met up with me right away, and after a quick good bye to my dad I was here again. The dissonance wasn't as profound this time, though I had had plenty of time to fall into a slow, easy going Ogilvie life style.
Maybe it's a good thing. In just three weeks of break, I feel like I have acclimated myself to myself. I think that the two planes of my existence have clicked together in a way that works, and I am ok with it.
I AM Lily Morris!
haha...
I was so happy to see my friends, and to sleep in my bed... even though it does crinkle when I move.
Yesterday morning I had a ... tense discussion with my already stressed out Mother. I was a basket case because I wasn't ready to leave, and I had done nothing productive. The fact that my phone bill was going to be over due, and that I hadn't ordered books yet was also a disturbance.
Now, life is magnificent. I got most of my books this morning, and there is nothing to worry about at all. :) Everything is going to happen in the best way.
So yesterday when I was stressing, I picked up some clothes from the hall bench at random. When I looked at what I'd grabbed, there was my Queen shirt! I've been looking for that shirt for months! Then, when I had nearly forgotten about it, there it was. Metaphor for life?
We have chickens at home, a nice little flock. At night when it is time for the chickens to go into the coop, sometimes they don't want to. It is very vital that they DO go into the coop so that they won't get eaten by skunks and weasels and raccoons, so we NEED to get them in. Sometimes we get frustrated and try to herd them into the coop, which more often than not sends them cackling deeper into the woods. However, when we hold still and call them, they'll walk right in with no hassle.
In regards to this, my mom once said, "It is easier to call Chicken home than chase Chicken home."
Therefore, in life we must not try to rush things, or force things to happen even if we know very well it is out of our control. If we just let go, the Universe, (or God) will provide for us.
:)
Saturday, January 3, 2009
#3 Happiest Time
#1 Spending time with and watching Jonathan Delehanty at Sticks and Stones 2007
#2 John Lennon Tribute at First Ave with Jenny
#3 Hanging out with the coolest possible group of people in Zeb's basement.
Again, I am blogging at work. In 8 days time I will be back within the walls of Urness, with fast internet, and ease of life... (I am so lazy!) Today however, I am still reveling in the shadow of last night.
There is something magical about waking up stiff and cold on someone's floor, and though that sounds ridiculous, it's true. Certainly as age starts getting the best of me, I will feel differently. This morning, I woke up stiff and cold on Zeb's floor next to his Christmas tree at the feet of Kari, Tom, and Rye.
Anyway, I felt really happy last night with those people, even though I am sickeningly shy and awkward. Someday... Someday I will be their friend for real.
Ah... Pathetic.
Work until late tonight. I don't feel well, and I hope that I won't get whatever it is that every other KBEK employee has. I also just opened a can of purple Amp I found in our fridge, but it is dated November 2008. It's probably toxic.
Then Tomorrow, it's just one week until my return. Huh. I still haven't bought books... I wish I would have done more.
That is all.
#2 John Lennon Tribute at First Ave with Jenny
#3 Hanging out with the coolest possible group of people in Zeb's basement.
Again, I am blogging at work. In 8 days time I will be back within the walls of Urness, with fast internet, and ease of life... (I am so lazy!) Today however, I am still reveling in the shadow of last night.
There is something magical about waking up stiff and cold on someone's floor, and though that sounds ridiculous, it's true. Certainly as age starts getting the best of me, I will feel differently. This morning, I woke up stiff and cold on Zeb's floor next to his Christmas tree at the feet of Kari, Tom, and Rye.
Anyway, I felt really happy last night with those people, even though I am sickeningly shy and awkward. Someday... Someday I will be their friend for real.
Ah... Pathetic.
Work until late tonight. I don't feel well, and I hope that I won't get whatever it is that every other KBEK employee has. I also just opened a can of purple Amp I found in our fridge, but it is dated November 2008. It's probably toxic.
Then Tomorrow, it's just one week until my return. Huh. I still haven't bought books... I wish I would have done more.
That is all.
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