The title means nothing, but doesn't it sound cool? "Animal Fur." Or even the words by themselves, "Animal" Is a happy word, it rolls off of your tongue and makes you think of all the great creatures in our world... some of them even have "Fur." That just makes me happy. I made a list of words in Groven's class yesterday. The other one was "Phenomenal."
I am in the Student Senate office again. I can't believe I haven't blogged since Tuesday! I have had much inspiration, but not enough time I guess. A man just came to the door to ask where orientation was, and I pointed him-hopefully- in the right direction of undergraduate admissions. I told him to take a right at the top of the stairs... and I realize now that will lead him to Coopers. It reminds me of my tour, when I did the same thing. I came in through the doors down here by the Auggie Nest, and I had to ask for help. I am pretty sure it was Mike Grewe's office that I poked my head into, and he showed me up stairs. It's easy to get nostalgic and think of the New World magic of my pre-college days. It will never be like that ever again... but I do suppose I wouldn't want to do it over.
It would be tedious to go over every day since Tuesday in detail... but I can at least say that the Student Senate Meeting on Wednesday was nice. It was held in the Century room, and not that many people made it, due to Ash Wednesday. The meeting itself was short, I took good notes, and I drank a Dirty Polar Bear from Coopers. I think I have roughly 5 signatures on my petition for Sophomore Senator. I don't know if I mentioned this, but I am running, and apparently a lot of people in my year are running too. I still think I stand a chance. Especially if I campaign.
Thursday was only yesterday! Big Day. I took my Odyssey test in the Honor's Suite in the morning, and then I went back to my room after finding a BEAUTIFUL "Still Life With Woodpecker" reference in the Echo Horoscopes. I called my mom, and even she didn't remember who Bernard Mickey Wrangle was! So I am pretty sure that joke made sense to a total of two people on campus: Me and Colin, three if you count Sam.
I wish I could devote more time to "Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas." Q-Jo is still missing, and Gwen is about to meet that crazy stalk market guy with the esparagus and the Nommo Card. OooOooOo! I really love Tom Robbins. He would be quite the man to know.
Right now, I am listening to "How to Disappear Completely" by Radiohead. I can easily see this album, and the others by Radiohead that I have finally ripped onto my computer becoming the soundtrack of this era of my life. OH! And how appropriate! For once a group for my era FROM my era.
This is the first Radiohead song I consciously listened to. Fred showed it to me that Friday a couple weeks back.
It makes me feel good.
:)
Returning to yesterday... I went back to my room and watched Wednesday's episode of Lost, which was satisfying, but not as mind blowing as last week. Ofcourse not. For the record I still think I am on team Ben.
I drug myself out of my room, and walked all the way to Oren for Writing, only to find out it had been canceled. In the interim hour and a half I decided to wallow in introversion, so I went to Murphey's grill, and got some chicken strips, which I ate while looking out the window at the cars, and people traveling through the heavy snow. It was very peaceful, and I was able to write down some thoughts.
Classes were cancelled at three, but the whole jazz band showed up anyway. We played through a few songs and were done.
After that, Tad and I helped Kathleen fix her trunk, which entailed us watching her discover that she didn't really need help. Then we went to dinner. Even though I was still sated from my chicken strips, I tried to force myself to eat a salad... which wasn't fun. When I was done with dinner, I was very full, but I went with Jenny and Ben to the Lucky Dragon on Riverside. That was enjoyable.
Finally, with the day finished, and no pressing obligations, I met Kathleen at Ruth's, and we drank hot-chocolate and watched Home Alone 2 on Tv. It was a wonderful evening.
Alan is coming today, and we are going to Duluth! That will be great.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Oh what a beautiful Morning, Oh what a beautiful Day...
...Oh what a beautiful FEEEEEEELING! Everything's going my way!
I don't know the rest of the words, but that has been the chorus in my head ALL day. This day was good from the start. Every bit. I showered last night so I was clean, I woke up on time even after hitting the dismiss button on my alarm, and got to breakfast in time to eat before 8. At first I sat by myself, but then Jake beckoned me over to sit with him and his room mate, who also wakes up early. It was really cool. I kept up with my regular morning routine, and went to the library where I "finished" my writing draft on light rail expansion, and then I went to Women's Studies.
There was definitely a bounce in my step as I hummed to myself and reflected upon the immense personal accomplishment of last night.
It could be argued that it wasn't a big deal, and that I am just really obsessive... but... dangit, it was an accomplishment.
SO. Women's Studies. Jenny was there before me (!) and we sat in the front row to watch "Wrestling with Manhood," A documentary on WWE. I hadn't really been looking forward to it, because I was more excited about the other movies like, "Kissing Jessica Stein."
Wrestling Entertainment is AWFUL. I am not going to go into detail, because that is what the Thursday discussions are for, but I want to express how sickened I am. I am sickened by the rampant heterosexuality, dominance as sign of manliness, homophobia, and the degradation of women. What is worse than all of those things however, is the audience. The people who put millions of dollars each year towards this "foundation" because they find it "fun." FUN. They claim that it's ok because it's not real, but the fact that they find that kind of behavior entertaining is simply wrong.
One of the quotes that inflamed me especially was from a man who thinks it's ok to let his young daughter watch men beat up on women, "Welcome to the real world" he said.
A real world where women "get what they deserve?" I don't think so.
Not my world.
Needless to say, that was definitely a downer in my day. I went to a library study room and listened to Ani DiFranco to recover. Then I sent out the Senate minutes. On a roll.
Classes went smoothly, and I ate dinner with a fragment of the family. Then, in a last ditch effort to procrastinate, I went with Kevin and Jared down to the Auggies nest to print something off. I forgot to blog about Kevin the last time I told him I was going to blog about him... So, Kevin. I bailed on his hair dying party the other day, and now his hair is dyed. It looks SWEET. He and his people got their "Riverside Explorers" special interest floor house in Anderson. Congratulations! Aaaand... Kevin is cool. Hoooray!
Now I am off to the Honors Suite to read. I am NOT bringing lovely Dante with me though. If I don't NEED a computer, the only other purpose it would have would be to go on facebook, and that would get nothing done. Up, Up, and AWAY!
I don't know the rest of the words, but that has been the chorus in my head ALL day. This day was good from the start. Every bit. I showered last night so I was clean, I woke up on time even after hitting the dismiss button on my alarm, and got to breakfast in time to eat before 8. At first I sat by myself, but then Jake beckoned me over to sit with him and his room mate, who also wakes up early. It was really cool. I kept up with my regular morning routine, and went to the library where I "finished" my writing draft on light rail expansion, and then I went to Women's Studies.
There was definitely a bounce in my step as I hummed to myself and reflected upon the immense personal accomplishment of last night.
It could be argued that it wasn't a big deal, and that I am just really obsessive... but... dangit, it was an accomplishment.
SO. Women's Studies. Jenny was there before me (!) and we sat in the front row to watch "Wrestling with Manhood," A documentary on WWE. I hadn't really been looking forward to it, because I was more excited about the other movies like, "Kissing Jessica Stein."
Wrestling Entertainment is AWFUL. I am not going to go into detail, because that is what the Thursday discussions are for, but I want to express how sickened I am. I am sickened by the rampant heterosexuality, dominance as sign of manliness, homophobia, and the degradation of women. What is worse than all of those things however, is the audience. The people who put millions of dollars each year towards this "foundation" because they find it "fun." FUN. They claim that it's ok because it's not real, but the fact that they find that kind of behavior entertaining is simply wrong.
One of the quotes that inflamed me especially was from a man who thinks it's ok to let his young daughter watch men beat up on women, "Welcome to the real world" he said.
A real world where women "get what they deserve?" I don't think so.
Not my world.
Needless to say, that was definitely a downer in my day. I went to a library study room and listened to Ani DiFranco to recover. Then I sent out the Senate minutes. On a roll.
Classes went smoothly, and I ate dinner with a fragment of the family. Then, in a last ditch effort to procrastinate, I went with Kevin and Jared down to the Auggies nest to print something off. I forgot to blog about Kevin the last time I told him I was going to blog about him... So, Kevin. I bailed on his hair dying party the other day, and now his hair is dyed. It looks SWEET. He and his people got their "Riverside Explorers" special interest floor house in Anderson. Congratulations! Aaaand... Kevin is cool. Hoooray!
Now I am off to the Honors Suite to read. I am NOT bringing lovely Dante with me though. If I don't NEED a computer, the only other purpose it would have would be to go on facebook, and that would get nothing done. Up, Up, and AWAY!
Monday, February 23, 2009
More Lost Ponderings
Monday Monday Monday!
(I still like Mondays)
I usually get a lot done on Mondays, and that is why I like them... right now however... I just spent too much time doing nothing, and now I blog.
I am still on my Lost Buzz. I just watched a video blog on it, and something was pointed out to me: ***********SPOILER WARNING*************
When Kate went back to Jack's apartment, and leaped passionately upon him it was because SHE KNEW THAT SOMEONE ON THE PLANE HAD TO BE PREGNANT!
AAAAAAAAAAA! That means that she is going to have Jack's baby... JACK'S! Why? And now, after three years in civilization AWAY from Sawyer... how is this all going to play out? And Did Hurley bring the guitar because Charlie had a guitar? Then, when Kate said, "Just because we are on the plane, doesn't mean we're together." At first you think, "Aw yeah, of course... poor Jack thinks they're together now..." BUT NO! The blog guy said that they are still all on different planes. Time. Existence. Woah.
Ummm... I think that's it for now. I can't wait until Wednesday... Thursday for me... Oh well.
I think I might try video blogging. I have a web cam, and it would help me to get better at vocalizing my thoughts.
This week will more productive, and less stressful than last. There are no big ordeals, and nothing to get ready for. I am just accomplishing tasks, one at a time, until they are done. Sadly, I am already off on a bad start... If I try hard enough, I should be able to get a bunch done after dinner. I shouldn't fret yet.
Soua is watching the Ugly Betty Episode that I watched Yesterday. GOOD STUFF.
I miss Lost... I miss Sawyer, and Faraday, and Locke, and Kate... Why do the men all go by last name? And why is Kate the only female protagonist? Besides Juliet... Why did she have to leave Aaron behind in order to come to the island? Does that have to do with the idea that women can do both family and career? Or is it just to better match the conditions of flight 815? Am I just thinking too much? I should restrict myself to just one Lost Blog per week.
P.S. Ali: Why do you hate Joseph Campbell? You weren't even assigned the whole book, and how, from those couple chapters can you justify such a strong dislike?
(I still like Mondays)
I usually get a lot done on Mondays, and that is why I like them... right now however... I just spent too much time doing nothing, and now I blog.
I am still on my Lost Buzz. I just watched a video blog on it, and something was pointed out to me: ***********SPOILER WARNING*************
When Kate went back to Jack's apartment, and leaped passionately upon him it was because SHE KNEW THAT SOMEONE ON THE PLANE HAD TO BE PREGNANT!
AAAAAAAAAAA! That means that she is going to have Jack's baby... JACK'S! Why? And now, after three years in civilization AWAY from Sawyer... how is this all going to play out? And Did Hurley bring the guitar because Charlie had a guitar? Then, when Kate said, "Just because we are on the plane, doesn't mean we're together." At first you think, "Aw yeah, of course... poor Jack thinks they're together now..." BUT NO! The blog guy said that they are still all on different planes. Time. Existence. Woah.
Ummm... I think that's it for now. I can't wait until Wednesday... Thursday for me... Oh well.
I think I might try video blogging. I have a web cam, and it would help me to get better at vocalizing my thoughts.
This week will more productive, and less stressful than last. There are no big ordeals, and nothing to get ready for. I am just accomplishing tasks, one at a time, until they are done. Sadly, I am already off on a bad start... If I try hard enough, I should be able to get a bunch done after dinner. I shouldn't fret yet.
Soua is watching the Ugly Betty Episode that I watched Yesterday. GOOD STUFF.
I miss Lost... I miss Sawyer, and Faraday, and Locke, and Kate... Why do the men all go by last name? And why is Kate the only female protagonist? Besides Juliet... Why did she have to leave Aaron behind in order to come to the island? Does that have to do with the idea that women can do both family and career? Or is it just to better match the conditions of flight 815? Am I just thinking too much? I should restrict myself to just one Lost Blog per week.
P.S. Ali: Why do you hate Joseph Campbell? You weren't even assigned the whole book, and how, from those couple chapters can you justify such a strong dislike?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Simple things make us happy...
Well, it is almost two o'clock on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. BEAUTIFUL.
Last night, I didn't get back to my room until 4am, and I promptly fell asleep. This morning I was awakened by my mom texting me at ten. I didn't mind. I called my mom, told her about my day yesterday, and then, I got down to business.
First, I drug my computer into my bed, and watched the most recent episode of Ugly Betty. My parents had really hyped it up, and though it was AMAZING, it wasn't entirely worth their hype. Some of it was also lost on me because I haven't been caught up. Betty Suarez really is my hero. In this episode, she discovered what it really meant to be a "fashion girl" and she saw that it is not a terrible thing that she found herself at Mode.
The title of the episode was "There's No Place Like Mode" and there was a shot of her clicking her heels. That made me happy.
When that episode finished, I was bubbling with the excitement of the heel clicking symbology, which meant I was ready for Sunday morning phase two.
I put on some sweat pants, and my favorite weekend shirt (Barack Obama!)and went down to Coopers for a lunch. After this exciting weekend, I felt SO happy to be here. To be walking in these sky ways, in my weekend clothes, it was beautiful. Especially after seeing all the new faces yesterday, and wishing them the best of luck in the hours that will change their lives... My life was changed last year, and here I am! HERE I AM!
Here!
I brought MY food back to MY room, and crawled up into MY bed. I set up my computer again, and clicked on Lost episode Six, "316." This is when I got even happier.
I got caught up yesterday afternoon, but I saved the last episode for today. Because I was so behind, I didn't take notes, though I kind of wish I would have... My Honors training is having a hay day with Lost.
**Caution** Light Spoilers
1) "Why is the episode titled, '316?'" Those aren't the numbers! 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42... It is ALWAYS those numbers... 316 has no place! ...wait... wait... those numbers are important... I've heard them before... Ok, so the Oceanic 6 are getting on flight 316... !!! JOHN 3:16!!! Squee!
I whip out my Good News Bible and...
"For God so loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not die but have eternal life."
I know that I am not reading too deeply into this. Groven said that in life things happen, but in art, NOTHING is by accident. I've been paying attention. I saw the painting of Thomas the Apostle before they pointed it out, I stopped and said, "Why?" So a question pertaining to something as obvious as the episode TITLE is not crazy at all. Jack Shephard is going back to the Island. He is sacrificing himself. He is giving HIS life,just like John Locke gave his, so that the others can live eternally on the island. ... "John?" At first I thought that it was Jack sacrificing... but now I say "Duh" because it's JOHN. JOHN 3:16!
2) Shoes. A couple weeks ago in Liberating Letters, We discussed the story of Cinderella and the glass slippers. We discussed how shoes could be a symbol of the soul. Walking a few miles in other people's shoes... Shoes fit people specially etc. Jack took his father's (Christian's) Shoes and put them on John's body. Again, all Daniel's mother said was to give John something of his father's, the fact that it was a pair of SHOES is no coincidence.
3) JOSEPH CAMPBELL'S HERO ARCHETYPE! HAHAHA! (let me crawl off my bed and get my Liberating Letters folder...!!!!... back)
HERO ARCHETYPES!!!!!!!!
It follows the structure exactly!!!
A. Call to Adventure.
Ben: "Jack, Go back to the Island. They need you."
B. Refusal to Call
Jack: "No."
C. Supernatural Aid
Daniel's Mother. The shoes. The fancy Island finder room. Ben. Jacob. Jin's wedding ring. John's letter, "I wish you would have believed me."
D. Crossing the First Threshold
Jack accepting his duty, getting on the plane.
E. The Belly of the Whale
Crashing Plane. Back on the Island.
I could go on...
Goddess: Kate
Temptress: Kate?
ATONEMENT WITH THE FATHER!?!?!?!
Ok. I need to stop... BUT I CAN'T! Rescue from without, MASTER OF TWO WORLDS, Refusal of return, Magic Flight, RESSURECTION...
Gotta stop gotta stop.
So many layers... this analysis was just for Jack as the Hero. What about John? Ben? Kate?
Deep breath.
Sorry about that rant. I hope someone will understand.
Last night, I didn't get back to my room until 4am, and I promptly fell asleep. This morning I was awakened by my mom texting me at ten. I didn't mind. I called my mom, told her about my day yesterday, and then, I got down to business.
First, I drug my computer into my bed, and watched the most recent episode of Ugly Betty. My parents had really hyped it up, and though it was AMAZING, it wasn't entirely worth their hype. Some of it was also lost on me because I haven't been caught up. Betty Suarez really is my hero. In this episode, she discovered what it really meant to be a "fashion girl" and she saw that it is not a terrible thing that she found herself at Mode.
The title of the episode was "There's No Place Like Mode" and there was a shot of her clicking her heels. That made me happy.
When that episode finished, I was bubbling with the excitement of the heel clicking symbology, which meant I was ready for Sunday morning phase two.
I put on some sweat pants, and my favorite weekend shirt (Barack Obama!)and went down to Coopers for a lunch. After this exciting weekend, I felt SO happy to be here. To be walking in these sky ways, in my weekend clothes, it was beautiful. Especially after seeing all the new faces yesterday, and wishing them the best of luck in the hours that will change their lives... My life was changed last year, and here I am! HERE I AM!
Here!
I brought MY food back to MY room, and crawled up into MY bed. I set up my computer again, and clicked on Lost episode Six, "316." This is when I got even happier.
I got caught up yesterday afternoon, but I saved the last episode for today. Because I was so behind, I didn't take notes, though I kind of wish I would have... My Honors training is having a hay day with Lost.
**Caution** Light Spoilers
1) "Why is the episode titled, '316?'" Those aren't the numbers! 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42... It is ALWAYS those numbers... 316 has no place! ...wait... wait... those numbers are important... I've heard them before... Ok, so the Oceanic 6 are getting on flight 316... !!! JOHN 3:16!!! Squee!
I whip out my Good News Bible and...
"For God so loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not die but have eternal life."
I know that I am not reading too deeply into this. Groven said that in life things happen, but in art, NOTHING is by accident. I've been paying attention. I saw the painting of Thomas the Apostle before they pointed it out, I stopped and said, "Why?" So a question pertaining to something as obvious as the episode TITLE is not crazy at all. Jack Shephard is going back to the Island. He is sacrificing himself. He is giving HIS life,just like John Locke gave his, so that the others can live eternally on the island. ... "John?" At first I thought that it was Jack sacrificing... but now I say "Duh" because it's JOHN. JOHN 3:16!
2) Shoes. A couple weeks ago in Liberating Letters, We discussed the story of Cinderella and the glass slippers. We discussed how shoes could be a symbol of the soul. Walking a few miles in other people's shoes... Shoes fit people specially etc. Jack took his father's (Christian's) Shoes and put them on John's body. Again, all Daniel's mother said was to give John something of his father's, the fact that it was a pair of SHOES is no coincidence.
3) JOSEPH CAMPBELL'S HERO ARCHETYPE! HAHAHA! (let me crawl off my bed and get my Liberating Letters folder...!!!!... back)
HERO ARCHETYPES!!!!!!!!
It follows the structure exactly!!!
A. Call to Adventure.
Ben: "Jack, Go back to the Island. They need you."
B. Refusal to Call
Jack: "No."
C. Supernatural Aid
Daniel's Mother. The shoes. The fancy Island finder room. Ben. Jacob. Jin's wedding ring. John's letter, "I wish you would have believed me."
D. Crossing the First Threshold
Jack accepting his duty, getting on the plane.
E. The Belly of the Whale
Crashing Plane. Back on the Island.
I could go on...
Goddess: Kate
Temptress: Kate?
ATONEMENT WITH THE FATHER!?!?!?!
Ok. I need to stop... BUT I CAN'T! Rescue from without, MASTER OF TWO WORLDS, Refusal of return, Magic Flight, RESSURECTION...
Gotta stop gotta stop.
So many layers... this analysis was just for Jack as the Hero. What about John? Ben? Kate?
Deep breath.
Sorry about that rant. I hope someone will understand.
Friday, February 20, 2009
SCHOLARSHIP FRIDAY!
Well, today is the Friday of Scholarship weekend. One year ago I was here, I was lost, nervous, and exhilarated... It's Friday already, but there is still much to do. I have my day planned out on a note card in red and black ink. I mean business. So far I have done everything on the list, except do laundry, but I found clothes anyway, so all is well.
Finishing papers makes me very happy, and not just finishing them but proof reading and editing them TWICE and then having the satisfaction of stapling them together and putting them in the folder ready to be turned in. This is especially grand after laboring over it for 3 hours the night before. Mmm. It feels good. I know that this particular paper isn't very good at all, but it's finished! I need to stop settling for acceptable... but I'll do that later.
Passive voice does not make me happy. In High School, Ms. Swenson pretty much beat the passive voice out of me. She said that I was REALLY bad, but by the time I graduated I got better, but now I get papers back with angry "P's" written all over them. ... That's what I was struggling with last night. I couldn't figure out how NOT to be passive. So that was frustrating.
... I think I might be looking forward to today. It will be fun... I just hope that my Hostee won't hate me. Lllllots to do. After this I am going to our trumpet sectional, and I might practice a little before that, because I need to get into that habit, then I have to go to admissions and be a runner for three hours. At four I pick up Laura-my hostee- and then I take people to dinner. I don't know what tonight is going to be like. I fear that I am a rather boring person, who likes to go to bed early and do otherwise boring things.
Tomorrow I get to serve on the Honor's panel, and do some other Admissions running, and then it's done. *sigh.
There have been many other things happening lately, but I don't know what to write about, so I will finish with this lamentation for dear Emmanuel in Superior:
NEXT week, Alan and I are going to Duluth to see some of his friends and the Vagina Monologues. I told Sara because that means I will be able to see her, and she told Emmanuel. HOORAY! However, She believed that I would be coming TODAY, which is false... hopes and dreams were crushed, and sadness ensued. Even I was so heartbroken by this misunderstanding that I dreamed of Superior last night! I dreamed of Emmanuel, even though we've never met! Isn't that beautiful?
Awww...
Finishing papers makes me very happy, and not just finishing them but proof reading and editing them TWICE and then having the satisfaction of stapling them together and putting them in the folder ready to be turned in. This is especially grand after laboring over it for 3 hours the night before. Mmm. It feels good. I know that this particular paper isn't very good at all, but it's finished! I need to stop settling for acceptable... but I'll do that later.
Passive voice does not make me happy. In High School, Ms. Swenson pretty much beat the passive voice out of me. She said that I was REALLY bad, but by the time I graduated I got better, but now I get papers back with angry "P's" written all over them. ... That's what I was struggling with last night. I couldn't figure out how NOT to be passive. So that was frustrating.
... I think I might be looking forward to today. It will be fun... I just hope that my Hostee won't hate me. Lllllots to do. After this I am going to our trumpet sectional, and I might practice a little before that, because I need to get into that habit, then I have to go to admissions and be a runner for three hours. At four I pick up Laura-my hostee- and then I take people to dinner. I don't know what tonight is going to be like. I fear that I am a rather boring person, who likes to go to bed early and do otherwise boring things.
Tomorrow I get to serve on the Honor's panel, and do some other Admissions running, and then it's done. *sigh.
There have been many other things happening lately, but I don't know what to write about, so I will finish with this lamentation for dear Emmanuel in Superior:
NEXT week, Alan and I are going to Duluth to see some of his friends and the Vagina Monologues. I told Sara because that means I will be able to see her, and she told Emmanuel. HOORAY! However, She believed that I would be coming TODAY, which is false... hopes and dreams were crushed, and sadness ensued. Even I was so heartbroken by this misunderstanding that I dreamed of Superior last night! I dreamed of Emmanuel, even though we've never met! Isn't that beautiful?
Awww...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
crisis and calm
This morning has been strange. I went to the library after breakfast, and was ready to sit down and do the Senate Minutes, and read for History... but then I checked my email to find a reminder that there was an Executive board meeting this morning at 8:40. SO, instead of being productive, I played facebook scrabble until it was time for me to go.
After the meeting I came here to the Honor's Suite to finish the minutes. I opened them up, and started putting letters and numbers in front of what Jasmine so graciously typed for me. It wasn't long before I realized that THAT WAS ALL THERE WAS! Everything that I typed up was gone, because I had been using Adam's computer, which, being a Mac was foreign to me. I must not have saved it, because when he sent it to me all was lost...
Ok, So I sent out an email explaining my situation... now I can do my History reading! ... which won't load and freezes the screen every time I try.
So what happened to my super productive morning? The morning that I was fretting over all of last night? Seriously! What a waste of worrying!
I can't do anything... lalalalala...
Last night Jenny and I went to the Mall to see Coraline. I wish we hadn't gone to the mall, because it's so much further away, but at least it's a change in scenery from what we're used to. I also got to go to Ragstock and spend $10. I bought a skirt because I wanted one, and a shirt that doesn't really go with it, but I am going to make it work anyway.
Coraline was fun, we got 3D glasses and everything! I didn't appreciate the first part because I was fretting over my work being left undone, but once I got over that, it was awesome. I think it's safe to say that I am in love with Neil Gaiman, and According to Scott, Neil Gaiman officially calls Minneapolis his home!!! That means I could run into him on the street... but like Jenny said, he just looks like any other normal guy. Anyone could be Neil Gaiman!
It's only a matter of time before the Sandman is made into a movie, and when that happens, I am going to dress up like Death, and it will be hot.
I don't like Coffee. I don't know why I bought a cup... Perhaps I thought it would help me get through the Minutes... that don't exist. Now I need to drink it all up before I go over to practice my trumpet. GROSS.
Brass Chamber and Band later today, and then yet another Student Senate meeting. I am actually looking forward to it, and I really hope that I will be able to be a senator next year.
Yuck. Coffee.
After the meeting I came here to the Honor's Suite to finish the minutes. I opened them up, and started putting letters and numbers in front of what Jasmine so graciously typed for me. It wasn't long before I realized that THAT WAS ALL THERE WAS! Everything that I typed up was gone, because I had been using Adam's computer, which, being a Mac was foreign to me. I must not have saved it, because when he sent it to me all was lost...
Ok, So I sent out an email explaining my situation... now I can do my History reading! ... which won't load and freezes the screen every time I try.
So what happened to my super productive morning? The morning that I was fretting over all of last night? Seriously! What a waste of worrying!
I can't do anything... lalalalala...
Last night Jenny and I went to the Mall to see Coraline. I wish we hadn't gone to the mall, because it's so much further away, but at least it's a change in scenery from what we're used to. I also got to go to Ragstock and spend $10. I bought a skirt because I wanted one, and a shirt that doesn't really go with it, but I am going to make it work anyway.
Coraline was fun, we got 3D glasses and everything! I didn't appreciate the first part because I was fretting over my work being left undone, but once I got over that, it was awesome. I think it's safe to say that I am in love with Neil Gaiman, and According to Scott, Neil Gaiman officially calls Minneapolis his home!!! That means I could run into him on the street... but like Jenny said, he just looks like any other normal guy. Anyone could be Neil Gaiman!
It's only a matter of time before the Sandman is made into a movie, and when that happens, I am going to dress up like Death, and it will be hot.
I don't like Coffee. I don't know why I bought a cup... Perhaps I thought it would help me get through the Minutes... that don't exist. Now I need to drink it all up before I go over to practice my trumpet. GROSS.
Brass Chamber and Band later today, and then yet another Student Senate meeting. I am actually looking forward to it, and I really hope that I will be able to be a senator next year.
Yuck. Coffee.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Easy Monday... so far
Mmmm. I am hoping that this Wild Cherry Pepsi that I am drinking will give the kick I need to make it to at least 10. It feels so good to HAVE a Wild Cherry Pepsi, that I bought WITH CASH from a vending machine. My oh my does it feel great!
I got my first pay check today, and then I went with Kathleen to the bank. I am really happy now, because I will be able to pay up on my spring tuition, and then be able to register for housing! Hooray!
I took it pretty easy today, with a CCHP appointment at 9, and then class at 11. It was just a lecture, and I was very tired. At the time it didn't feel like a problem, but I should have probably taken more notes. My trumpet lesson at 12:05 went well, but I hadn't practiced, so we looked at solos and some jazz music. The solos she gave me are INSANE. She says that I should be able to handle it, and I could-if I practiced for an hour every day until next year! The Carnival of Venice looks super fun. Sara soloed that one on clarinet last year, so I think it would be neat to rock it on trumpet... but there are sometimes 3 flags on those notes! It hurts to look at! The other one isn't much better either. It's what I want... I want to be able to sound good on fast stuff... but seriously! I need to practice more.
I took a nap after getting back from the bank, but it was awful to get up to go to band. When I was sleeping, it felt like it wasn't very deep, but I was dreaming like crazy! In band it was just the Gershwin group, and Irina the pianist from Romania was there. The piece is super cool with piano, and I think that Irina is only about my age! She was amazing. I am really looking forward to Romania!!!
Right after that I went to dinner, only to realize a couple minutes ago that there was a super important Honor's meeting at five. Now I feel really stupid especially because it had all the important details about this weekend! AH!
Adam sent me my senate notes, and should probably do that now, but I am SO tired I can hardly think of doing ANYTHING! I have some reading for tomorrow that I also don't want to do, and could probably get away with NOT doing, but that is bad, and I should probably get on that.
I got my first pay check today, and then I went with Kathleen to the bank. I am really happy now, because I will be able to pay up on my spring tuition, and then be able to register for housing! Hooray!
I took it pretty easy today, with a CCHP appointment at 9, and then class at 11. It was just a lecture, and I was very tired. At the time it didn't feel like a problem, but I should have probably taken more notes. My trumpet lesson at 12:05 went well, but I hadn't practiced, so we looked at solos and some jazz music. The solos she gave me are INSANE. She says that I should be able to handle it, and I could-if I practiced for an hour every day until next year! The Carnival of Venice looks super fun. Sara soloed that one on clarinet last year, so I think it would be neat to rock it on trumpet... but there are sometimes 3 flags on those notes! It hurts to look at! The other one isn't much better either. It's what I want... I want to be able to sound good on fast stuff... but seriously! I need to practice more.
I took a nap after getting back from the bank, but it was awful to get up to go to band. When I was sleeping, it felt like it wasn't very deep, but I was dreaming like crazy! In band it was just the Gershwin group, and Irina the pianist from Romania was there. The piece is super cool with piano, and I think that Irina is only about my age! She was amazing. I am really looking forward to Romania!!!
Right after that I went to dinner, only to realize a couple minutes ago that there was a super important Honor's meeting at five. Now I feel really stupid especially because it had all the important details about this weekend! AH!
Adam sent me my senate notes, and should probably do that now, but I am SO tired I can hardly think of doing ANYTHING! I have some reading for tomorrow that I also don't want to do, and could probably get away with NOT doing, but that is bad, and I should probably get on that.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thank Zeus It's Friday
I don't want to leave the student senate office. No one will be here for another hour, and what's the good in getting up and moving everything now? Nothing. So I will stay. What is it that I am supposed to be doing here anyway? Normally I would have worked on the Minutes, but Adam hasn't emailed them to me yet.
Well, Wednesday proved to be a great and terrible day. I loved every bit of it, until I got burned out. Dinner was amazing. Paul Maccabee brought actual FBI files for us to look at, and when you open them up, most of what is written is blacked out. His fun was in tracking down the originals to find all the real information for his book. I could do that some day. There's a movie coming out about some of the top crime guys in the midwest, starring Johnny Depp... but Paul said that there really isn't a demand for historians in the film industry... there goes that dream. At seven when we walked into the Marshall room, I felt especially important as an executive member of the History Society, accompanying the key note speaker along with Michael Lansing, Beckie and Mikey. Paul Maccabee's presentation was really good. He was very animated, and excited about his stories, and It's gotten me really interested in the Gun Molls of the Twin Cities.
Especially the ones who grew up, and remarried, never to tell their new families the truth about their past.
Maybe I'll write a bad teen fiction about it some day. Everyone likes crime and love right?
By the end of the day though, after the student senate meeting, and our Defense meeting, I was beat. I didn't want to go to bed because it would hardly be a break before plunging head long into again.
So, on Thursday morning, I woke up like usual, but after I submitted my Women's Studies Paper, I went back to my room and went to sleep. I simply gave up and said that I wasn't going to two of my classes. Jenny supported me. In fact, she told me NOT to go to my classes. Typically that isn't a good thing to do, but it definitely made me feel better. I emerged from bed in time for our last hearing in Liberating Letters. I am pretty confident that we'll get off on the Assault charge, but probably not burglary or live stock theft. I really don't care all that much, I just don't want the prosecution to be feeling smug about themselves.
Jazz band was short, and after I'd eaten some real food, I felt much better. Being that I knew I had nothing due for today, I DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. It felt great. I hung out with Kathleen, watched How I Met Your Mother with Jenny, and then went with Kathleen and her friends and learned how to play Hearts. I didn't lose, and that's all that matters.
I am not going to do anything today either. It' s trivia weekend, but I don't know how I am going to fit that in. Though I am pretty caught up, I shouldn't add anything else. I've got to get back to work tomorrow.
Well, Wednesday proved to be a great and terrible day. I loved every bit of it, until I got burned out. Dinner was amazing. Paul Maccabee brought actual FBI files for us to look at, and when you open them up, most of what is written is blacked out. His fun was in tracking down the originals to find all the real information for his book. I could do that some day. There's a movie coming out about some of the top crime guys in the midwest, starring Johnny Depp... but Paul said that there really isn't a demand for historians in the film industry... there goes that dream. At seven when we walked into the Marshall room, I felt especially important as an executive member of the History Society, accompanying the key note speaker along with Michael Lansing, Beckie and Mikey. Paul Maccabee's presentation was really good. He was very animated, and excited about his stories, and It's gotten me really interested in the Gun Molls of the Twin Cities.
Especially the ones who grew up, and remarried, never to tell their new families the truth about their past.
Maybe I'll write a bad teen fiction about it some day. Everyone likes crime and love right?
By the end of the day though, after the student senate meeting, and our Defense meeting, I was beat. I didn't want to go to bed because it would hardly be a break before plunging head long into again.
So, on Thursday morning, I woke up like usual, but after I submitted my Women's Studies Paper, I went back to my room and went to sleep. I simply gave up and said that I wasn't going to two of my classes. Jenny supported me. In fact, she told me NOT to go to my classes. Typically that isn't a good thing to do, but it definitely made me feel better. I emerged from bed in time for our last hearing in Liberating Letters. I am pretty confident that we'll get off on the Assault charge, but probably not burglary or live stock theft. I really don't care all that much, I just don't want the prosecution to be feeling smug about themselves.
Jazz band was short, and after I'd eaten some real food, I felt much better. Being that I knew I had nothing due for today, I DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. It felt great. I hung out with Kathleen, watched How I Met Your Mother with Jenny, and then went with Kathleen and her friends and learned how to play Hearts. I didn't lose, and that's all that matters.
I am not going to do anything today either. It' s trivia weekend, but I don't know how I am going to fit that in. Though I am pretty caught up, I shouldn't add anything else. I've got to get back to work tomorrow.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Will I make it out unscathed?
I am a bit frightened about what this day might hold.
I woke up at 7 like usual, got out of bed and to breakfast by 7:40, ate breakfast and came to the library. I need to write papers! I have my Women's Studies paper due tomorrow morning, and I have two pages and an entire restructuring to do, but because I have a tour in less than an hour, I feel that it would not be helpful to try to start paper writing now.
This is probably false.
Regardless, I have two papers coming due, and two tours today. My first tour ever at Nine Thirty, then another at Two Thirty. THEN at five ten I am meeting Beckie, Professor Lansing and Paul Maccabee who is here to speak at the Chrislock Lecture, for DINNER! That right there is probably the most nerve wracking part of my day. Eating dinner with a published historian. According to an astrology website, Tauruses are most comfortable in the prescence of food, and that an ideal social situation would be around a meal... but I am terrified, because I don't know what I will say, how I will eat, WHAT I will eat... seriously. I am the most scared about that.
Then, I will get to watch the lecture, IF I find someone to take notes on the first part of the Student Senate meeting. I will... Claire said she would if Abbey couldn't. I don't want to miss the lecture, this is a big deal! Plus it's about St. Paul and the gangs! Pretty exciting I'd say! When that is done then, I will have to go back to the student senate meeting anyway. Hopefully it won't be that long.
Finally, I have a Defense meeting at 10:15pm. Yesterday, our firm stayed in the Honor's Suite for 2 and a half hours working out our questions for tomorrow. I think that we will be set and ready to bring down Crockett firm. Though I must stop that attitude. I must approach this situation in a cool manner, because it's not like I despise the WHOLE Crockett firm... tee hee. That's devious.
I can't wait for this to be done though, so I can take a break on the jury for a while... until it is time to PROSECUTE Dorian Grey. How am I supposed to do THAT? It must be hard to prosecute, because I feel like it's easier to dig up ways OUT of accusations than to find a solid way in.
Anyway, I've wasted too much time, but I don't know what to do next. Grr.
I woke up at 7 like usual, got out of bed and to breakfast by 7:40, ate breakfast and came to the library. I need to write papers! I have my Women's Studies paper due tomorrow morning, and I have two pages and an entire restructuring to do, but because I have a tour in less than an hour, I feel that it would not be helpful to try to start paper writing now.
This is probably false.
Regardless, I have two papers coming due, and two tours today. My first tour ever at Nine Thirty, then another at Two Thirty. THEN at five ten I am meeting Beckie, Professor Lansing and Paul Maccabee who is here to speak at the Chrislock Lecture, for DINNER! That right there is probably the most nerve wracking part of my day. Eating dinner with a published historian. According to an astrology website, Tauruses are most comfortable in the prescence of food, and that an ideal social situation would be around a meal... but I am terrified, because I don't know what I will say, how I will eat, WHAT I will eat... seriously. I am the most scared about that.
Then, I will get to watch the lecture, IF I find someone to take notes on the first part of the Student Senate meeting. I will... Claire said she would if Abbey couldn't. I don't want to miss the lecture, this is a big deal! Plus it's about St. Paul and the gangs! Pretty exciting I'd say! When that is done then, I will have to go back to the student senate meeting anyway. Hopefully it won't be that long.
Finally, I have a Defense meeting at 10:15pm. Yesterday, our firm stayed in the Honor's Suite for 2 and a half hours working out our questions for tomorrow. I think that we will be set and ready to bring down Crockett firm. Though I must stop that attitude. I must approach this situation in a cool manner, because it's not like I despise the WHOLE Crockett firm... tee hee. That's devious.
I can't wait for this to be done though, so I can take a break on the jury for a while... until it is time to PROSECUTE Dorian Grey. How am I supposed to do THAT? It must be hard to prosecute, because I feel like it's easier to dig up ways OUT of accusations than to find a solid way in.
Anyway, I've wasted too much time, but I don't know what to do next. Grr.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Epic Starling
I face a predicament. Do I leave the waning sunshine for the recesses of the library, solely for the sake of productivity? Superego says yes. Yes, get your butt away from the comfy couches and windows and over to a hard chair and table where you can read Rauchway by artificial light. Countering this argument is my grey bunny of an id saying, no. You haven't been able to experience much warm sunshine lately, and it's probably really good for you. So what that you fell asleep, you needed it! How do you expect to get anything done if you have no energy? And how will you feel when the sun goes away? You will feel that you wasted a perfectly beautiful experience.
So, here I sit. Third floor of the library by the big windows soaking up lovely sun rays. I read some of Rauchway, so I'm not a complete bum, there is much more to be done, but... The sunshine will be gone before too long.
You may remember that poetry book that I've mentioned, in which it informs readers to make their own names using words they think are cool. The first name that I created was "Sanguine Moon Monster" to represent the deep thinking angst ridden self at 3 o'clock in the morning. The other day I thought that "Epic" would be an unfortunate, yet interesting name, and was surprised that there haven't been children named that. Then just now I was thinking of those poor baby starlings in that roof, and decided that "starling" is a very pretty word. Even if it is the name of an invasive and obnoxious species.
So, say hello to Epic Starling. This is my rock star, super powerful, I could bench press a moose ego. Though, considering I have spent the last hour and a half lounging in the sun, I don't know if that is very appropriate.
I am sad that the weekend is already past. It was nice though. Yesterday, Visser came over for brunch, and we walked to Hard Times. She had never been there before, and has now declared that she wants to become a regular. It is a really neat place. We sat for a nice chunk of time discussing astrology and eating a black berry walnut muffin. When Visser left, I had to go to the Leadership Conference, which was really enjoyable. I like Conferences. There was a key note speaker, and then we had break out sessions. I attended those on Women's Sufferage, Social Justice, and The Leadership Wheel.
The leadership wheel was quite fun. We took personality tests and figured out what our leadership style was. Because I am prone to busyness, and micromanagement, I am a Warrior. My strengths include courage, and integrity, and I am very goal oriented. The other girl who was a warrior and I shared a love for lists and organization as well. I never would have thought that I would become THIS extreme. I knew that I would have to develop better habits in college, but goodness!
On a whim, Jenny and I went to see Milk at Block E. I cried and cried and cried, thought that doesn't take much. I love that movie. LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT.
We had planned on going to Too Much Love that night too, but by the time I got back from Milk, I was pretty worn out, and I knew I had to wake up early. I still feel bad for bailing on Jenny.
I had to wake up early because the Jazz band had a run this morning. Two services at Chaz's church in... Bloomington. As always, it was fun, and especially good because they fed us. After getting back, I had a plan to read Rauchway and write papers... but... it has been 3 hours, and I have yet to accomplish much.
At least the sun is going down now. I won't feel as bad for deserting it for the dark inner library.
So, here I sit. Third floor of the library by the big windows soaking up lovely sun rays. I read some of Rauchway, so I'm not a complete bum, there is much more to be done, but... The sunshine will be gone before too long.
You may remember that poetry book that I've mentioned, in which it informs readers to make their own names using words they think are cool. The first name that I created was "Sanguine Moon Monster" to represent the deep thinking angst ridden self at 3 o'clock in the morning. The other day I thought that "Epic" would be an unfortunate, yet interesting name, and was surprised that there haven't been children named that. Then just now I was thinking of those poor baby starlings in that roof, and decided that "starling" is a very pretty word. Even if it is the name of an invasive and obnoxious species.
So, say hello to Epic Starling. This is my rock star, super powerful, I could bench press a moose ego. Though, considering I have spent the last hour and a half lounging in the sun, I don't know if that is very appropriate.
I am sad that the weekend is already past. It was nice though. Yesterday, Visser came over for brunch, and we walked to Hard Times. She had never been there before, and has now declared that she wants to become a regular. It is a really neat place. We sat for a nice chunk of time discussing astrology and eating a black berry walnut muffin. When Visser left, I had to go to the Leadership Conference, which was really enjoyable. I like Conferences. There was a key note speaker, and then we had break out sessions. I attended those on Women's Sufferage, Social Justice, and The Leadership Wheel.
The leadership wheel was quite fun. We took personality tests and figured out what our leadership style was. Because I am prone to busyness, and micromanagement, I am a Warrior. My strengths include courage, and integrity, and I am very goal oriented. The other girl who was a warrior and I shared a love for lists and organization as well. I never would have thought that I would become THIS extreme. I knew that I would have to develop better habits in college, but goodness!
On a whim, Jenny and I went to see Milk at Block E. I cried and cried and cried, thought that doesn't take much. I love that movie. LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT.
We had planned on going to Too Much Love that night too, but by the time I got back from Milk, I was pretty worn out, and I knew I had to wake up early. I still feel bad for bailing on Jenny.
I had to wake up early because the Jazz band had a run this morning. Two services at Chaz's church in... Bloomington. As always, it was fun, and especially good because they fed us. After getting back, I had a plan to read Rauchway and write papers... but... it has been 3 hours, and I have yet to accomplish much.
At least the sun is going down now. I won't feel as bad for deserting it for the dark inner library.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Caffeine + Tour Guide Test
I continuously forget that I am a small person, and that I really DON'T need that much caffeine to make me go crazy. One little can of Starbucks double shot is enough to keep up until 3am... so why do I think it wise to consume 16 ounces of Sobe Adrenaline Rush 20 minutes before my test tour run with Devon?
Ha!
Three factors were working against me:
1) Caffeine
2) Nerves
3) Myself. I already talk too fast...
He still passed me though. HOORAY!
I had the general full Thursday yesterday, but I think it was also quite wholesome.
In Writing, we had a "demonstration" of how to formulate arguments. It started out as an innocent writing exercise, and left me in flames. Irvine read to us: "A pair of starlings gets into the rafters of a house through an unpatched hole in a screen. They proceed to build a nest and lay eggs. When the eggs hatch, it becomes noisy as the parent birds are flying in and out and feeding their chirping chicks. This noise is a disturbance to the residents of the house, as it interrupts their precious sleep in the morning. So, they do what any other narrow minded, nature conquering human would do, and patch the hole. The parent birds are no longer able to feed their chicks, and they subsequently die of starvation. Is this animal cruelty? Why or why not?"
We wrote down our feelings for five minutes, and THEN he made us divide into those of us who DID think it was cruelty, and those who didn't. Yes in the back, No in the front.
The rage began burning in me when I saw those who didn't think it was cruel, and it only escalated from there.
They sent me up to write and argue our points, and I was in such a fury. The opposition's argument was that "Humans build houses to separate themselves from nature, it's their right to remove pests from their house." AAAH!
The fact that people like that exist is what upsets me the most. It is those who believe that nature is theirs for the taking who are thoughtlessly destroying what we have left. Who don't care about species going extinct, and cruelties being committed.
THEN, all fired up, we went to Liberating Leters, where we are starting our trials. My nemesis from the bird debate is on the Prosecution, and I am on the Defense. They are going DOWN I tell you! DOWN.
Anyway, I have to go to band. Eek!
Ha!
Three factors were working against me:
1) Caffeine
2) Nerves
3) Myself. I already talk too fast...
He still passed me though. HOORAY!
I had the general full Thursday yesterday, but I think it was also quite wholesome.
In Writing, we had a "demonstration" of how to formulate arguments. It started out as an innocent writing exercise, and left me in flames. Irvine read to us: "A pair of starlings gets into the rafters of a house through an unpatched hole in a screen. They proceed to build a nest and lay eggs. When the eggs hatch, it becomes noisy as the parent birds are flying in and out and feeding their chirping chicks. This noise is a disturbance to the residents of the house, as it interrupts their precious sleep in the morning. So, they do what any other narrow minded, nature conquering human would do, and patch the hole. The parent birds are no longer able to feed their chicks, and they subsequently die of starvation. Is this animal cruelty? Why or why not?"
We wrote down our feelings for five minutes, and THEN he made us divide into those of us who DID think it was cruelty, and those who didn't. Yes in the back, No in the front.
The rage began burning in me when I saw those who didn't think it was cruel, and it only escalated from there.
They sent me up to write and argue our points, and I was in such a fury. The opposition's argument was that "Humans build houses to separate themselves from nature, it's their right to remove pests from their house." AAAH!
The fact that people like that exist is what upsets me the most. It is those who believe that nature is theirs for the taking who are thoughtlessly destroying what we have left. Who don't care about species going extinct, and cruelties being committed.
THEN, all fired up, we went to Liberating Leters, where we are starting our trials. My nemesis from the bird debate is on the Prosecution, and I am on the Defense. They are going DOWN I tell you! DOWN.
Anyway, I have to go to band. Eek!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
On the Fast Track
It is amazing how much extra time you have if you simply stop eating.
Don't tell my Mom, because I am certain she would disapprove, but I have decided to fast. :) I will assure you that it is not because I think I need to lose weight, or anything like that, just thought it would be fun to try fasting. Online, it says that a typical juice fast lasts 30 days, and a water fast 10. When they say "Juice" I think they mean the kind where you actually take whole fruit and juice it yourself... At Perkins last night eating deep fried, fried food with eggs and gravy on top, Kathleen and I decided that now would be a good time to start our fast. We bought jugs of Cranberry juice (the store kind that's probably just sugar water) and gum, and were on our way. I think Kathleen has already bailed.
In the summer, especially when Polichick is at large, I often forget to eat for a day or more... it just happens. Here, I have made it a point to have food in my schedule. Real food. I even make sure to get veggies when they're offered at the Cafeteria. ... I have been meaning to make and eat a real salad too... but not today.
I haven't seen her, but I think Marrta's in on it too. It reminds me of the 30 hour famine, especially the Cool Mint flavored chewing gum.
I don't think I am going to try to make it last any more than a day. I am pretty sure my Dad heard some where that some people routinely fast one day a week to cleanse their systems. That makes sense. Perhaps that is why it is even in the Bible! Until tomorrow though, Lots and lots of juice.
Ok. So I started a blog yesterday, until I realized that I am boring. It's looking better today.
Michael Lansing Lectured in class today. Honestly, I think I prefer lectures to interactive days. Discussion is great, and I like that too, but I also really like just sitting there taking in all that information. We learned about Hoover, and FDR, the Bonus Army, Communists, the AAA, CCC, NRA and FDIC, Labor Unions... the Teamster Strike in Minneapolis!?!?! HOLY COW! In the 30s, Minneapolis wasn't very Union friendly, but at the same time was considered a Trotskyite hot bed. Roar!
Floyd B. Olson! Wow Man. Wow.
Before Class, I went to the Financial Aid Offices, and got my game plan figured out. Augsburg is great. I hate thinking about money, and usually when bills come I pretend they don't exist, until it becomes really apparent that they do exist and I freak out... well, I handled it today. I actually got to have a sit down meeting with an advisor, and she told me everything that was happening, and what I needed to do. All is well.
After my Trumpet lesson I stopped by Memorial Hall to visit Professor Gus. He was meeting with a student, but I still got to say hi, and how I pretended to be Ivan Denisovitch over break.
These things make me really proud to be an Auggie. I don't think that many other schools can boast an experience as simple as that.
Don't tell my Mom, because I am certain she would disapprove, but I have decided to fast. :) I will assure you that it is not because I think I need to lose weight, or anything like that, just thought it would be fun to try fasting. Online, it says that a typical juice fast lasts 30 days, and a water fast 10. When they say "Juice" I think they mean the kind where you actually take whole fruit and juice it yourself... At Perkins last night eating deep fried, fried food with eggs and gravy on top, Kathleen and I decided that now would be a good time to start our fast. We bought jugs of Cranberry juice (the store kind that's probably just sugar water) and gum, and were on our way. I think Kathleen has already bailed.
In the summer, especially when Polichick is at large, I often forget to eat for a day or more... it just happens. Here, I have made it a point to have food in my schedule. Real food. I even make sure to get veggies when they're offered at the Cafeteria. ... I have been meaning to make and eat a real salad too... but not today.
I haven't seen her, but I think Marrta's in on it too. It reminds me of the 30 hour famine, especially the Cool Mint flavored chewing gum.
I don't think I am going to try to make it last any more than a day. I am pretty sure my Dad heard some where that some people routinely fast one day a week to cleanse their systems. That makes sense. Perhaps that is why it is even in the Bible! Until tomorrow though, Lots and lots of juice.
Ok. So I started a blog yesterday, until I realized that I am boring. It's looking better today.
Michael Lansing Lectured in class today. Honestly, I think I prefer lectures to interactive days. Discussion is great, and I like that too, but I also really like just sitting there taking in all that information. We learned about Hoover, and FDR, the Bonus Army, Communists, the AAA, CCC, NRA and FDIC, Labor Unions... the Teamster Strike in Minneapolis!?!?! HOLY COW! In the 30s, Minneapolis wasn't very Union friendly, but at the same time was considered a Trotskyite hot bed. Roar!
Floyd B. Olson! Wow Man. Wow.
Before Class, I went to the Financial Aid Offices, and got my game plan figured out. Augsburg is great. I hate thinking about money, and usually when bills come I pretend they don't exist, until it becomes really apparent that they do exist and I freak out... well, I handled it today. I actually got to have a sit down meeting with an advisor, and she told me everything that was happening, and what I needed to do. All is well.
After my Trumpet lesson I stopped by Memorial Hall to visit Professor Gus. He was meeting with a student, but I still got to say hi, and how I pretended to be Ivan Denisovitch over break.
These things make me really proud to be an Auggie. I don't think that many other schools can boast an experience as simple as that.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Ice Cream
Mmmmm... I am feeling very reflective as I digest my first pint of Ben and Jerry's since October. So much of myself is tied into that product, and it was difficult with every spoonful being reminded of him. I don't want to get REALLY reflective and eventually emo about this topic, but it is true that experience has been a big part of my life at college. Even now.
I don't remember the date that it ended, but I remember August 18th and September 8th. I don't realize how much it still hurts me when I put all emotions aside and focus on my work. So what do I do? I wonder if he will read this, and I wonder what he will think. Will he be mad? I hope not. I don't want to portray him as bad, I don't want there to be anything negative about it... but then the situation doesn't even make sense.
It's hard to think about what Dobie Gillis or Shutterbabe would do, so I won't think about it. Someday, I will be able to eat Ben and Jerry's and it won't make me want to cry.
I appologize for the vagueness now (...It's coming back so clearly... and I loved you so dearly... ha) I don't want to go into detail, but like I said it has been a really big part of college so far.
At this moment I am sitting in the laundry room with Marrta. My laundry is done, but I am hanging out with her until her's is done. Then I am going to work out, read some more of the Flivver King and go to bed. We spent 4 hours in the Honor's suite today. Four hours and I don't feel like I accomplished much. I read 20 pages in the Flivver King, filled out an insurance application, and started to work on the Student Senate minutes until I realized that there was SO MUCH and I gave up. When we started singing Bohemian Rhapsody, I put it on my computer and we danced around... we thought that dancing around would make it easier to study... but all it accomplished was us listening to more music... and getting nothing more done.
To get laundry money we had to walk to the gas station to break a twenty, and I finally redeemed my Credo Coupon, and that is where the Karmel Sutra came from. I had been hoping for Magic Brownies... but alas... Ice cream is ice cream.
Oh gosh! I almost ended this blog before I realized that YESTERDAY was amazing. Savannah had been visiting her dad, so she came and saw me! We ate at Nabo, and then I took her along to play pep band. She rocked the Trombone, and it was glorious. Afterwards, in celebration of Ember's 20th Birthday, Marrta, Elisabeth, Amy, Aj, Caitlin, Rob and Tracy went to Block E to eat at Applebees! Yum. THEN we went to New In Town. It wasn't a very good movie, and I think that Renee Zellwigger is funny looking, but it was set in New Ulm, so that made me happy. I LOVE MINNESOTA SO MUCH! I even love the snow and cold, it just makes summer that much better, and I LOVE being a Minnesotan! Where on February first we bundle up to go to the gas station to get ICE CREAM! Where we ice fish and make hot dish. Drink pop and find joy in first snows.
Ah yes. 'Tis a great place to be alive.
I don't remember the date that it ended, but I remember August 18th and September 8th. I don't realize how much it still hurts me when I put all emotions aside and focus on my work. So what do I do? I wonder if he will read this, and I wonder what he will think. Will he be mad? I hope not. I don't want to portray him as bad, I don't want there to be anything negative about it... but then the situation doesn't even make sense.
It's hard to think about what Dobie Gillis or Shutterbabe would do, so I won't think about it. Someday, I will be able to eat Ben and Jerry's and it won't make me want to cry.
I appologize for the vagueness now (...It's coming back so clearly... and I loved you so dearly... ha) I don't want to go into detail, but like I said it has been a really big part of college so far.
At this moment I am sitting in the laundry room with Marrta. My laundry is done, but I am hanging out with her until her's is done. Then I am going to work out, read some more of the Flivver King and go to bed. We spent 4 hours in the Honor's suite today. Four hours and I don't feel like I accomplished much. I read 20 pages in the Flivver King, filled out an insurance application, and started to work on the Student Senate minutes until I realized that there was SO MUCH and I gave up. When we started singing Bohemian Rhapsody, I put it on my computer and we danced around... we thought that dancing around would make it easier to study... but all it accomplished was us listening to more music... and getting nothing more done.
To get laundry money we had to walk to the gas station to break a twenty, and I finally redeemed my Credo Coupon, and that is where the Karmel Sutra came from. I had been hoping for Magic Brownies... but alas... Ice cream is ice cream.
Oh gosh! I almost ended this blog before I realized that YESTERDAY was amazing. Savannah had been visiting her dad, so she came and saw me! We ate at Nabo, and then I took her along to play pep band. She rocked the Trombone, and it was glorious. Afterwards, in celebration of Ember's 20th Birthday, Marrta, Elisabeth, Amy, Aj, Caitlin, Rob and Tracy went to Block E to eat at Applebees! Yum. THEN we went to New In Town. It wasn't a very good movie, and I think that Renee Zellwigger is funny looking, but it was set in New Ulm, so that made me happy. I LOVE MINNESOTA SO MUCH! I even love the snow and cold, it just makes summer that much better, and I LOVE being a Minnesotan! Where on February first we bundle up to go to the gas station to get ICE CREAM! Where we ice fish and make hot dish. Drink pop and find joy in first snows.
Ah yes. 'Tis a great place to be alive.
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