I guess it's been almost a week since my last blog, for this I appologize. This last week has been one jam packed with all kinds of things, particularily tests. On the upside, throughout this last week, I was able to come through to Sunday CAUGHT UP! Now of course there is more to do, but at least it's CURRENT work, and not last week's.
Soua is still sleeping! I am so proud of her. Normally she doesn't come back until late (after I go to sleep) And she's usually awake not long after I go to class at eight, which I don't think must be very pleasant. I'm glad that she's getting all the sleep she deserves.
That all aside now, I must tell of my weekend.
After 41 solid days as an Auggie, I went back to my old stomping grounds... and I found out that it was very very strange. Dad picked me up after World Politics Friday morning, and we "Ran Into" Anthony at Hard Times. It was nice to see Anthony, even though there wasn't much to talk about... at least on my part. He lives around here, and he gave me his card so I could contact him, but I haven't done that yet. Then Home.
The ride was full of beautiful changing leaves, that I am glad I was able to see. Upon arriving in Ogilvie, I drove to the school (I still remember how to drive!) Unbeknownst to me however, it had been an early out, and all the teachers were in meetings. I was only able to talk to Mrs. Erickson and Mrs. Dixon a little before I had to go. Being in there though was enough for me to see that life still goes on, and everything exists without me. The teachers teach, the students are asses ("Lily! Did you go out with Chris?!" Stuff like that... kids making out, being insensitive... all of it.) There was so much I wanted to tell all my teachers, but I didn't get to a fraction of it. It was still fun to answer all of their questions, "How is college?" "Do you like your teachers?" "Are your classes hard?" "How about your room mate?" "What's up with Speech Boy?"
After Homecoming Pep Band (I guess we won) Sara, Megan and I went to Sara's house for free pizza and nostalgia. Sara's living room... my oh my... We didn't have much time, because Megan had to get home to sleep before her swim meet the next day, but all of the sudden everything clicked back into place.
That's where I feel like a skin graft. I've been removed from my original body, and placed on a new one. My stitches aren't even off on the new one, and the wound is still sensitive and fragile, yet already the spot where I came from is healed over enough that it is impossible for me to be part of it again. ... though it's still where I want to be.
Especially after working at KBEK on Saturday. Just going in there and Seeing Scott and Colleen had me nearly in tears! I WAS in tears! I love it there, I love my home! Everything about it is familiar and comfortable, I want to go back. How easy would it be to just slip right back into that mode; working, volunteering, reading books, living, just like before! But because it's already healing behind me, I can't.
Saturday night-or early morning, whatever you think 12:15am should be- was weird too. I was at Sara's after watching Hair (which is NOT a feel good movie) and it was time to go... there I was, in Sara's kitchen just like always... but I knew that soon I would be going back to my new world, and Sara to her's, where we are both starting to have new friends and lifestyles, unknown to eachother. Sara doesn't know Ben, Jenny, Marrta and Andrew, I don't know Ian, Julia, or Cullan... She doesn't know the glory of Augsem Q, and I cringe at the thought of music theory... What worries me the most is that after going back and seeing my old life, it will be easier for me to fully disconnect from it... which is necessary... but when will I realize that I don't need Sara anymore? Or my parents? Or the teachers who were awesome?
Or Gravel, or rat snakes, bunnies and obnoxious pets?
But just the same, when I got back here yesterday morning, THIS clicked back into place. Augsburg. It isn't fully my natural habitat yet, but it definitely is right, so that gives me comfort.
Things are going well.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I see a Rainbow!
I just ate a bowl of sweet and sour chicken with rice, a salad with noodles, a bowl of cereal, AND a burger... Given the opportunity, I'd probably eat more.
Significance? Uncertain... but right now I do feel pretty satiated. My room is cool, Beethoven's Minuet for Piano in G is playing, and I am sipping some of the "Morning Blend" Juice that I bought at the Seward co-op yesterday (To ward off Scurvey.)
I thought that today was really good, I am calm and I know that I shouldn't be. How much better life would be if all classes started after 9. That ONE hour would work wonders. Before class this morning I called my dad because I was really excited for my first performance. It had just struck me that it was a "performance" and that was really neat. I got out of Christian Vocation early, and then played with the brass choir for the opening of the Colloquium. I then stayed after our playing to hear the speaker, Martha Stotz. My mind did wander (it has been doing that a lot lately) But from what I did listen to, it was a good presentation. Very Lutheran.
In my small bit of downtime then, I went back to my room and read some of Twilight and cleaned. I didn't want to set myself to any task that would require time and concentration only to be interupted by History at 1:30. ... Upon arriving to class I was informed that it was cancelled for today... So I COULD have been doing something productive... Instead of wasting time going back to my room, I sat in the band locker area and read the history reading for Thursday.
Jazz band was fun, but it felt like it lasted a lot longer than usual.
Later tonight I am going with Jenny to Stitch and Bitch, and from there it's off to the student lounge to watch the debate.
I still have quite a bit to write in my paper, but like I said, I am a lot calmer than I should be... which is worrisome.
Sorry that this blog isn't one of rollicking adventure.
Significance? Uncertain... but right now I do feel pretty satiated. My room is cool, Beethoven's Minuet for Piano in G is playing, and I am sipping some of the "Morning Blend" Juice that I bought at the Seward co-op yesterday (To ward off Scurvey.)
I thought that today was really good, I am calm and I know that I shouldn't be. How much better life would be if all classes started after 9. That ONE hour would work wonders. Before class this morning I called my dad because I was really excited for my first performance. It had just struck me that it was a "performance" and that was really neat. I got out of Christian Vocation early, and then played with the brass choir for the opening of the Colloquium. I then stayed after our playing to hear the speaker, Martha Stotz. My mind did wander (it has been doing that a lot lately) But from what I did listen to, it was a good presentation. Very Lutheran.
In my small bit of downtime then, I went back to my room and read some of Twilight and cleaned. I didn't want to set myself to any task that would require time and concentration only to be interupted by History at 1:30. ... Upon arriving to class I was informed that it was cancelled for today... So I COULD have been doing something productive... Instead of wasting time going back to my room, I sat in the band locker area and read the history reading for Thursday.
Jazz band was fun, but it felt like it lasted a lot longer than usual.
Later tonight I am going with Jenny to Stitch and Bitch, and from there it's off to the student lounge to watch the debate.
I still have quite a bit to write in my paper, but like I said, I am a lot calmer than I should be... which is worrisome.
Sorry that this blog isn't one of rollicking adventure.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Comfy Pants
It was most definitely a comfy pants day today... Indeed.
Sadly however, since returning from the library I have lost the inspiration to blog... funny how the thought of it distracted me for the hour and a half I was there, and now that it's available I'd rather go to bed.
My weekend started on Friday after our rescheduled Scholar Citizen class. That was at ten ten am, and because I am not part of the Rhapsody in Blue group in band, I didn't have to go. Instead of starting to work on my masses of homework, I fell into despair and took a nap. Josh called at around four, and after joining him we went to the Mall of America. We then embarked on a fruitless quest to find a winter jacket for him. A winter jacket that at once was practical, warm and still sleek and professional.
No avail. There were some prospective winners, but to buy anything new at a mall is $200 plus. My own jacket/coat obessession is easily satisfied with frequent trips to thriftstores. Despite our ill luck, the Mall was still an adventure. Sometime maybe when Sara and/or Nicole visit me I want to go back to Ragstock and try on ridiculous Halloween costumes.
On Saturday... Oh Yes! Saturday was the DFL Founders Day Celebration, and though I hadn't originally planned on attending (I was going to be studious) I went anyway. It was a lot of fun, with a whole bunch of prominent speakers that re-vamped my love for community action (even though I still have no outlet, and don't plan to for the sake of my mental health.) Mostly it was a big plug to get Al Franken elected as State Senator, which I'm all right with. The icing on the cake of course, was Al Gore, who spoke last. Al Gore! I was just a few rows in front of the "Best President we should have had" in Northrop Auditorium... I was there.
It was cool.
And Josh was on Tv... Just him and not me... which is strange.
On the way back to Augsburg we went to the Weisman Art Gallery. I hadn't been there before and it was really neat. My favorite part would have to have been the Citizen exhibit. I forgot the actual title, but they had pictures of people. People. You know? Especially two photographs of women, one was a Share-cropper's wife, and the other a wife of a miner. Things like that really get me. I like photography.
There was also a HUGE Painting of a Chicken production barn, that as you walked towards made you feel as if you were actually walking down the aisle. It was done in the sixties, and I thought that it was pretty awesome.
From there back to Augsburg, and from Augsburg Downtown. We made it just in time for "Eagle Eye," which was highly enjoyable. Even though they don't allow trucks in tunnels, the armed van truely was there, (no way?!) F isn't the same on a trumpet and a saxophone, and that boy would have DEFINITELY noticed that there was a sonic transmitter-bomb detonater- lodged into his lead pipe. He couldn't have played an F if he'd wanted to! That's my rant... It was still a good movie, I just had to share.
Finally today was much slower. After sleeping in we went to Target, and finally found a good warm coat. Then we ate lunch at Pizza Luce (It's no wonder I've gained 5 pounds!) By this time it was mid afternoon, and I had work to do, so Josh went on his way and I bent under the pressure.
Luckily, it didn't take me long to pull myself together, and the study session with Kathy and Catia was highly productive. At least I think so. It helps to speak things out loud and connect the ideas in your head. Hopefully I'll remember. I don't want to reenact my History Mid-term.
I need to figure out a better morning routine. One that involves eating breakfast and being awake BEFORE the end of World Politics.
Sadly however, since returning from the library I have lost the inspiration to blog... funny how the thought of it distracted me for the hour and a half I was there, and now that it's available I'd rather go to bed.
My weekend started on Friday after our rescheduled Scholar Citizen class. That was at ten ten am, and because I am not part of the Rhapsody in Blue group in band, I didn't have to go. Instead of starting to work on my masses of homework, I fell into despair and took a nap. Josh called at around four, and after joining him we went to the Mall of America. We then embarked on a fruitless quest to find a winter jacket for him. A winter jacket that at once was practical, warm and still sleek and professional.
No avail. There were some prospective winners, but to buy anything new at a mall is $200 plus. My own jacket/coat obessession is easily satisfied with frequent trips to thriftstores. Despite our ill luck, the Mall was still an adventure. Sometime maybe when Sara and/or Nicole visit me I want to go back to Ragstock and try on ridiculous Halloween costumes.
On Saturday... Oh Yes! Saturday was the DFL Founders Day Celebration, and though I hadn't originally planned on attending (I was going to be studious) I went anyway. It was a lot of fun, with a whole bunch of prominent speakers that re-vamped my love for community action (even though I still have no outlet, and don't plan to for the sake of my mental health.) Mostly it was a big plug to get Al Franken elected as State Senator, which I'm all right with. The icing on the cake of course, was Al Gore, who spoke last. Al Gore! I was just a few rows in front of the "Best President we should have had" in Northrop Auditorium... I was there.
It was cool.
And Josh was on Tv... Just him and not me... which is strange.
On the way back to Augsburg we went to the Weisman Art Gallery. I hadn't been there before and it was really neat. My favorite part would have to have been the Citizen exhibit. I forgot the actual title, but they had pictures of people. People. You know? Especially two photographs of women, one was a Share-cropper's wife, and the other a wife of a miner. Things like that really get me. I like photography.
There was also a HUGE Painting of a Chicken production barn, that as you walked towards made you feel as if you were actually walking down the aisle. It was done in the sixties, and I thought that it was pretty awesome.
From there back to Augsburg, and from Augsburg Downtown. We made it just in time for "Eagle Eye," which was highly enjoyable. Even though they don't allow trucks in tunnels, the armed van truely was there, (no way?!) F isn't the same on a trumpet and a saxophone, and that boy would have DEFINITELY noticed that there was a sonic transmitter-bomb detonater- lodged into his lead pipe. He couldn't have played an F if he'd wanted to! That's my rant... It was still a good movie, I just had to share.
Finally today was much slower. After sleeping in we went to Target, and finally found a good warm coat. Then we ate lunch at Pizza Luce (It's no wonder I've gained 5 pounds!) By this time it was mid afternoon, and I had work to do, so Josh went on his way and I bent under the pressure.
Luckily, it didn't take me long to pull myself together, and the study session with Kathy and Catia was highly productive. At least I think so. It helps to speak things out loud and connect the ideas in your head. Hopefully I'll remember. I don't want to reenact my History Mid-term.
I need to figure out a better morning routine. One that involves eating breakfast and being awake BEFORE the end of World Politics.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Good day? Bad day? It's hard to tell.
My Oh My! Is the Laundry Room hopping tonight! Seriously, this has got to be the hottest new hang out! The chairs and couch is full, people are sitting on the machines, and I am by myself in the corner... on the floor. I've been looking forward to this all day, though I am concerned that I put too many clothes in the machine at one time.
Enough of that. Today had it's fair share of ups and downs, and now I just feel bland.
Last night I put off writing my paper until late, and then I talked on the phone until even later, by which time I was plenty tired and went to bed. My reasoning was that the paper wasn't due until 5pm anyway, and I could study for History before class too. Oh wait... I have solid classes from 9:40am till 4:30pm... That definitely leaves enough time to do everything! I did manage to scrap together a really basic paper, and I scanned a few terms in the History book.
Augsem was really fun today. We walked across the foot bridge to Franklin Avenue, and then explored Seward Neighborhood. Andrew and I mapped Franklin yesterday, so I was at least a little bit familiar with the area. We went down Milwaukee Avenue which was where the workers on the Milwaukee Rail Line lived. All the houses are really pretty, small, and early 1900sy. Cars can't go down the Avenue, and it's very wooded and well kept. It's a nice dream to live there. I'd sit on my porch and read, and pet my cat. I'd have a hasta garden, and a dorky number sign on my door.
We also went by a house that had a bed sheet on the outside wall proclaiming that... "Freedom is just a system of ..." I forgot. Something to do with money... or socialism. Something. The woman in the yard said it was her neighbor's but we should all go home, get bed sheets and write things on them to make our own public blogs. Quanbeck suggested she put up Janis Joplin's idea of freedom up on her wall... now it's stuck in my head:
"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose..."
I really can't wait to live in a house... in a neighborhood... Four more years... Where will I be?
It has been over a month since I've cuddled with a cute soft animal. It's getting tough. I told my mom to bring me a bunny when she visited today... but she didn't. When I go home next week I am going to get a rabbit and carry it with me everywhere I go... the whole day and a half.
After Augsem I went to History, and did a sub-par job on my exam. I am sure I did ok, but what gets me is that I KNOW I could have done SO much better... and I chose to be irresponsible.
In Jazz band I feel like I am starting to get some of the music, after numerous repetitions. I need to practice.
Mom and Colleen stopped by at five, and they brought me a foam pad for my bed. It is kind of small but I CAN'T wait to sleep on it. Mom also brought another one of my blankets, and some more granola/fruit bars to eat... AND she bought me a smoothie. I really wish they would have hung out longer, but they were off to the Irish Fest Volunteer party. Luckies!
When they left I joined up with Marrta, Lauren, Courtney, Lauren and Andrew and we went to Pizza Luce. I remember having gone to the Duluth place, but I don't remember much about it. Andrew, Marrta and I split a "Baked Potato" Pizza, and it was glorious. I wouldn't have thought so, but it was great. We ate the whole thing. THEN, after already stuffing ourselves, we got a HUGE Peanut Butter Brownie Sundae. We split that between four of us... but still. I was gorged.
Upon returning to my dorm I was feeling apathetic. I didn't even watch the Biden/Palin Debate. Instead I cleaned my room and listened to the other people on my floor laughing at the tv. My room looks even bigger when it's clean! I also wrote out three checks this evening, Phone, Credit Card, and a Mental_Floss subscription renewal (I opted for TWO years this time!) I felt grown up, but at the same time I felt crummy for all the money I spent.
Then I did laundry...
My work load is really heavy, and I am feeling actual physical symptoms of stress. It might be in my best interests to check out the CCHP soon... I need to relax a bit. But when will I have time?
Tomorrow Josh is coming and we're going to go to Mall of America, and then to Hamline to visit Visser. Yay! That will be interesting.
Hopefully I willl be able to still get things done.
Enough of that. Today had it's fair share of ups and downs, and now I just feel bland.
Last night I put off writing my paper until late, and then I talked on the phone until even later, by which time I was plenty tired and went to bed. My reasoning was that the paper wasn't due until 5pm anyway, and I could study for History before class too. Oh wait... I have solid classes from 9:40am till 4:30pm... That definitely leaves enough time to do everything! I did manage to scrap together a really basic paper, and I scanned a few terms in the History book.
Augsem was really fun today. We walked across the foot bridge to Franklin Avenue, and then explored Seward Neighborhood. Andrew and I mapped Franklin yesterday, so I was at least a little bit familiar with the area. We went down Milwaukee Avenue which was where the workers on the Milwaukee Rail Line lived. All the houses are really pretty, small, and early 1900sy. Cars can't go down the Avenue, and it's very wooded and well kept. It's a nice dream to live there. I'd sit on my porch and read, and pet my cat. I'd have a hasta garden, and a dorky number sign on my door.
We also went by a house that had a bed sheet on the outside wall proclaiming that... "Freedom is just a system of ..." I forgot. Something to do with money... or socialism. Something. The woman in the yard said it was her neighbor's but we should all go home, get bed sheets and write things on them to make our own public blogs. Quanbeck suggested she put up Janis Joplin's idea of freedom up on her wall... now it's stuck in my head:
"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose..."
I really can't wait to live in a house... in a neighborhood... Four more years... Where will I be?
It has been over a month since I've cuddled with a cute soft animal. It's getting tough. I told my mom to bring me a bunny when she visited today... but she didn't. When I go home next week I am going to get a rabbit and carry it with me everywhere I go... the whole day and a half.
After Augsem I went to History, and did a sub-par job on my exam. I am sure I did ok, but what gets me is that I KNOW I could have done SO much better... and I chose to be irresponsible.
In Jazz band I feel like I am starting to get some of the music, after numerous repetitions. I need to practice.
Mom and Colleen stopped by at five, and they brought me a foam pad for my bed. It is kind of small but I CAN'T wait to sleep on it. Mom also brought another one of my blankets, and some more granola/fruit bars to eat... AND she bought me a smoothie. I really wish they would have hung out longer, but they were off to the Irish Fest Volunteer party. Luckies!
When they left I joined up with Marrta, Lauren, Courtney, Lauren and Andrew and we went to Pizza Luce. I remember having gone to the Duluth place, but I don't remember much about it. Andrew, Marrta and I split a "Baked Potato" Pizza, and it was glorious. I wouldn't have thought so, but it was great. We ate the whole thing. THEN, after already stuffing ourselves, we got a HUGE Peanut Butter Brownie Sundae. We split that between four of us... but still. I was gorged.
Upon returning to my dorm I was feeling apathetic. I didn't even watch the Biden/Palin Debate. Instead I cleaned my room and listened to the other people on my floor laughing at the tv. My room looks even bigger when it's clean! I also wrote out three checks this evening, Phone, Credit Card, and a Mental_Floss subscription renewal (I opted for TWO years this time!) I felt grown up, but at the same time I felt crummy for all the money I spent.
Then I did laundry...
My work load is really heavy, and I am feeling actual physical symptoms of stress. It might be in my best interests to check out the CCHP soon... I need to relax a bit. But when will I have time?
Tomorrow Josh is coming and we're going to go to Mall of America, and then to Hamline to visit Visser. Yay! That will be interesting.
Hopefully I willl be able to still get things done.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Fall Jacket
Never Do I feel more empowered and Freaking Awesome than when I am walking out of the library at 11:55pm. Especially after two and a half solid hours of reading. Post-Napoleon Europe... Nicholas I of Russia, Louis-Phillipe in France... Conservative take over... Liberal Revolts... On to Deuteronomy with Moses and the Israelites being NAUGHTY. Moses wasn't naughty... He tried. You know who else was naughty? King David. Even though he had plenty of his own wives he wanted the wife of Uriah... so he knocked her up and then KILLED Uriah. God saw through his dastardly scheme however... Buwahahaha!
It's nice to repeat things like this. It helps me remember.
But that's what I did. My eyes start to feel like they are bugging out of my head, but my brain is packed with information. It feels great. Then as I walk back to my dorm I feel so accomplished (even if I didn't actually get caught up.)
The night is beautiful. Even though I can't see the stars I know they are there, and I can smell winter. It's a great feeling. Summer is extraordinary, This summer in particular, but winter... WINTER! I know that it will be cold, and at times miserable, but it's MINNESOTA!
I also have so many fond memories associated with cold and snow. It's really nice. Really, Really, Nice.
I can't wait for my first Minneapolis winter!!!
It's nice to repeat things like this. It helps me remember.
But that's what I did. My eyes start to feel like they are bugging out of my head, but my brain is packed with information. It feels great. Then as I walk back to my dorm I feel so accomplished (even if I didn't actually get caught up.)
The night is beautiful. Even though I can't see the stars I know they are there, and I can smell winter. It's a great feeling. Summer is extraordinary, This summer in particular, but winter... WINTER! I know that it will be cold, and at times miserable, but it's MINNESOTA!
I also have so many fond memories associated with cold and snow. It's really nice. Really, Really, Nice.
I can't wait for my first Minneapolis winter!!!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
wEeKeNd!
It's exactly four o'clock on a Sunday, and as far as my body is concerned, it could be 9:00 am on Tuesday.
I didn't get out of bed until it was nearly one, which is almost forgivable considering I didn't GO to bed until 3am.
Life is good. I am growing up... or at least "Growing In," to this. College, with it's dorms, and food plans, libraries, classes and social circles was like a pair of pants too wide and too long that I bought anyway because I needed pants and knew I would grow into them. Good analagy?
Maybe not, but I think it's appropriate. Little girl from Ogilvie comes to big city and is suddenly lost in it all. Scurrying from place to place, stumbling and getting upset... well, now I just might be getting a handle on it. I'm styling my too big jeans... in a way.
It was Saturday night. Marrta couldn't get into her room, and we didn't want to resign to a night of monotony. We tried the library, but studying on a saturday must be illegal, because the library closed at seven! So we went up to floor seven and found some people who were on their way to a party.
College party. I drug myself to it warily, hoping that it wouldn't involve drinking and badness, because I didn't want to get involved, but it turned out to be my kind of party, even though I didn't really know all the people that well. We hung out and talked, ate brownies and then played Scattergories. (Animal, starts with D. "Dromedary." That's right. Love me Ben. Love me.)
After that we decided to go to First Avenue, and again, I was wary. I didn't know what to expect, and I didn't want to be in a situation that I would regret. First Avenue. It was like the scary dance parties at the Renaissance Festival on the last weekend. Only this time I wasn't 14 and terrified. I had a really great time. At one point I was touched by a strange man, which I had been warned of ahead of time. We only could stay for an hour, so we could catch the train back without having to walk through scary neighborhoods.
Fun Fun Fun.
At twoish we went to the Hard Times Cafe for liquids and foods. That place is beautiful. I plan on spending a lot more time there, considering that it looks and smells like home. Happy.
Today as you know, I slept too late, and now must study. The library might be the best place to do that but I don't feel like leaving my room (which I kind of cleaned today!)
Eventually.
I can't remember if I have expressed this, but I have been having the greatest time listening to angsy-boy-punk-rock on Pandora. In one way it brings me back to my hormonal transition time of Early High School, but in this weird new way it's celebrating my NEW transition time. It's weird. Angry boys singing about infatuations, and angst... It really pumps me up.
The sun is coming out.
Half an hour till dinner... though it feels like breakfast... then off to study for the week.
A big, scary week with exams and page after page after page of reading... Sigh.
This concludes another college weekend.
I didn't get out of bed until it was nearly one, which is almost forgivable considering I didn't GO to bed until 3am.
Life is good. I am growing up... or at least "Growing In," to this. College, with it's dorms, and food plans, libraries, classes and social circles was like a pair of pants too wide and too long that I bought anyway because I needed pants and knew I would grow into them. Good analagy?
Maybe not, but I think it's appropriate. Little girl from Ogilvie comes to big city and is suddenly lost in it all. Scurrying from place to place, stumbling and getting upset... well, now I just might be getting a handle on it. I'm styling my too big jeans... in a way.
It was Saturday night. Marrta couldn't get into her room, and we didn't want to resign to a night of monotony. We tried the library, but studying on a saturday must be illegal, because the library closed at seven! So we went up to floor seven and found some people who were on their way to a party.
College party. I drug myself to it warily, hoping that it wouldn't involve drinking and badness, because I didn't want to get involved, but it turned out to be my kind of party, even though I didn't really know all the people that well. We hung out and talked, ate brownies and then played Scattergories. (Animal, starts with D. "Dromedary." That's right. Love me Ben. Love me.)
After that we decided to go to First Avenue, and again, I was wary. I didn't know what to expect, and I didn't want to be in a situation that I would regret. First Avenue. It was like the scary dance parties at the Renaissance Festival on the last weekend. Only this time I wasn't 14 and terrified. I had a really great time. At one point I was touched by a strange man, which I had been warned of ahead of time. We only could stay for an hour, so we could catch the train back without having to walk through scary neighborhoods.
Fun Fun Fun.
At twoish we went to the Hard Times Cafe for liquids and foods. That place is beautiful. I plan on spending a lot more time there, considering that it looks and smells like home. Happy.
Today as you know, I slept too late, and now must study. The library might be the best place to do that but I don't feel like leaving my room (which I kind of cleaned today!)
Eventually.
I can't remember if I have expressed this, but I have been having the greatest time listening to angsy-boy-punk-rock on Pandora. In one way it brings me back to my hormonal transition time of Early High School, but in this weird new way it's celebrating my NEW transition time. It's weird. Angry boys singing about infatuations, and angst... It really pumps me up.
The sun is coming out.
Half an hour till dinner... though it feels like breakfast... then off to study for the week.
A big, scary week with exams and page after page after page of reading... Sigh.
This concludes another college weekend.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
You know you might be lonely when...
You find yourself alone in your room on a Saturday evening watching Episodes of Lost Season one off the internet...
It's all right though... I thought about what I would do if anyone called and asked if I wanted to go do something amazing... and I decided that I'd be the most content to stay here on my bed watching Lost... and maybe after a while go down to the lobby and get some ice cream.
I thought it was a pretty much accepted that foot ball games are in the evening, even though I KNEW that the game started early today... It's a good thing I decided to get out of bed, because we had to be in the band room at 11:45. I had only gotten up at 11:20. So because I had to just run from here to the band room I didn't get any food.
Pep Band was fun, and we WON against St. Olaf by a lot. I don't remember the actual numbers. Afterwards my friends (Marrta) deserted me, so I ate food and came back to my dorm only to discover that it was already FIVE O'CLOCK! I have no idea when that happened. What now what now...
READING!!! I don't want to do assigned reading on the weekend though... I want to do FUN reading. Like Twilight, or American Gods that Alan is letting me borrow. Neil Gaiman!
Ok. So last night at Ali and Mitch's! As expected, I had a hard time understanding the debate, and that makes me feel... not stupid... just... not as educated as I think I should be. I don't know what's up with me. Afterwards we watched Death at a Funeral, which proved to be a really swell movie. Laughs a plenty.
I sent Andrew a "Huzzah" text in honor of 12:15... but I had the wrong number, so the effect was lost. Very sad.
I will have more chances.
Anyway. I am going to get back to my LOST!
It's all right though... I thought about what I would do if anyone called and asked if I wanted to go do something amazing... and I decided that I'd be the most content to stay here on my bed watching Lost... and maybe after a while go down to the lobby and get some ice cream.
I thought it was a pretty much accepted that foot ball games are in the evening, even though I KNEW that the game started early today... It's a good thing I decided to get out of bed, because we had to be in the band room at 11:45. I had only gotten up at 11:20. So because I had to just run from here to the band room I didn't get any food.
Pep Band was fun, and we WON against St. Olaf by a lot. I don't remember the actual numbers. Afterwards my friends (Marrta) deserted me, so I ate food and came back to my dorm only to discover that it was already FIVE O'CLOCK! I have no idea when that happened. What now what now...
READING!!! I don't want to do assigned reading on the weekend though... I want to do FUN reading. Like Twilight, or American Gods that Alan is letting me borrow. Neil Gaiman!
Ok. So last night at Ali and Mitch's! As expected, I had a hard time understanding the debate, and that makes me feel... not stupid... just... not as educated as I think I should be. I don't know what's up with me. Afterwards we watched Death at a Funeral, which proved to be a really swell movie. Laughs a plenty.
I sent Andrew a "Huzzah" text in honor of 12:15... but I had the wrong number, so the effect was lost. Very sad.
I will have more chances.
Anyway. I am going to get back to my LOST!
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