Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Don't get your hopes up


I don't really have anything to say, since I haven't done a whole lot of anything during the past few weeks. Well, other than getting a cute orange skirt a few days ago for seven dollars, and getting a black eye tonight for free. I'll give you internet people a picture of the cute orange skirt, since the picture of the black eye didn't turn out very well.

Mainly I just wanted to reassure you that I'm still alive, and the blog is not dead. It's just in a dormant phase while I have a boring life for a few weeks. I've got some tricks up my sleeve, though. I have plans to obtain a job really soon (I'll be applying at every place of business in a five mile radius of my house on friday), and I also have supersecret amazing plans of coolness that will make me less lonely. No, I'm not hiring a male escort, I'm thinking about buying a pet. But not just any pet! It's a supersecret amazing pet that if I actually get one, I'll tell you more about. Here's a hint as to the species: it has fur. Is it a hippo? Is it a stoat? Is it a yeti? Those of you not in the know, please leave a comment with your guess as to what would be my perfect pet. If you have a better idea than me, I might just change my mind!

Monday, May 8, 2006

Grammar Nazi

I used to be one, probably from grade 8-11. My senior year of high school, I relaxed a lot about it, realizing that people are going to talk the way they talk no matter what I thought about it, so I should just chill. Then I took a linguistics course during my freshman year of college, in which I learned about descriptive and proscriptive grammar. Now I essentially root for descriptive; if everyone in history was all grammar nazi-like, nothing would ever change, and we'd only speak one language, and talking would be boring. Innovation and evolution are part of language, so all you people who visibly cringe when someone uses a word "improperly," you can all just shut up. I hate you. Alright, I really don't hate you, but people who use their so-called superior knowledge to make normal people look up to them, they really annoy me and sometimes make me angry.

That all being said, I still have little bits of my past control-freak that surface now and again. One that really bugs me? When people try to type "Voila," but end up saying "viola." Those two words are not the same. It really shouldn't bother me, since spelling isn't terribly important in the grand scheme of things, and especially since neither of those words is used very frequently. But still. Every time I see "Viola!" in somebody's writing, I think to myself, "Cello! Bassoon! Marimba!," even though I know what they really meant to say.

Saturday, May 6, 2006

Now What?

I'm back home. I spent the day with my parents, going to lunch with them and grocery shopping with them. Much as I love them and have missed them, I really hope that the rest of my days don't follow that pattern this summer. I guess I need to find a job, and I hope that the job will keep my busy enough to forget the fact that I don't have any friends in this country. Sigh. Eight months doesn't seem like a long time, but I feel so amazingly out of the loop here. I went back to my old workplace just now to visit, which was a mistake. It only depressed me, and the two people who I was hoping to see weren't working at the time. The few coworkers I did recognize were vaguely friendly, but not very interested to see me, as I was not very interested to see them. I've been back in town for about a whole 24 hours, and I'm already lonely and sad that I left Canadia. Also very bored. Perhaps I'll watch a movie tonight, to distract me from the fact that I have absolutely nothing to do: no school, no work, no friends to call, no shopping to do (because of the lack of money to spend), no jobfinding to do until monday morning. Not even parents to hang out with; they've got a previous engagement with friends and food. Thank you for reading my long paragraph of boringness. Sorry I'm not more exciting right now, but perhaps my life will pick up again when I see people at church tomorrow, and start looking for a job on monday. Cross your fingers for me.

Tuesday, May 2, 2006

A Quick Update on the Trip

I'm not going to detail the past three days. I'm far too tired. Suffice it to say that each day has been excellent beyond belief, and I'm loving the whole idea of hostels, especially the four most recent ones we've stayed at. Each one has been so absolutely cool and breathtaking, with great locations in cities and in the middles of nowheres, and wow. Just great. Tonight we're staying about 50 feet from the ocean, and I'll leave you with a picture of our explorations on the beach this afternoon.
(please don't mock my giant calves. They're genetic and I can't do anything about them)

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Two Weeks of Homelessness: Day 4

Our day did not start well. In fact, it started pretty badly. Not only was it raining when we woke up, but it was raining on the bag of my clothes that was sitting on the roof of my car where my bike should have been. Apparently it's not a good idea to park your car overnight in the area of town where our hostel was located. Sigh. Not only was the bike stolen, but one of the side windows of the car was smashed in and all of our stuff rifled through. It seems that they got away with my bike (minus the front wheel) and my Gamecube. They left the car, with all of its confusing mess of stuff useless to thief-type people, for us to continue our trip with. Lucky!

Our day seemed doomed as we sucked up our loss and tried to find our way to the next place we were supposed to go, but became sadly lost and Very Grumpy in the rain. We magically found our way to the ferry, though, and our day became pretty dang good from there on out. The ferry ride was excellent, although rather cold and windy. We saw two (two!) bald eagles, and a group (herd?) of seals swimming about in the water, as well as other fun stuff like kayaks and sweet little cottages on islands. I will not show pictures of the car, since I didn't take any, but I'll show you some happy pictures of what we saw today and where we are now.

Our hostel tonight is way cool. It smells good, and has fun people, and fun artwork, and fun everything. We look forward to our stay here being happy and non-car-breaky-into. Cross your fingers.

Friday, April 28, 2006

Two Weeks of Homelessness: Day 3

I forgot to mention this earlier, but for the next little while (I believe till a week from today?), this site will be more of a travelogue than my normal blogginess. Just so you all know.

Today's drive was lovely. We went through the mountains for like forever, and we saw numberless lakes and trees and snow-capped peaks and all that great stuff. We also saw numberless signs warning of elk and deer and moose and elephants and what have you, but the only wildlife we saw was maybe like three deer and a couple of woodchuck things. The drive, though lovely, was very long, ending up being about 13 hours when you include the rush hour traffic in the city of our destination. We are both pretty tired, after each driving more than six hours through curvy mountainy rubber-neckingly beautiful terrain.

Our hostel tonight leaves something to be desired, and that "something" is managers with a proper grasp on the English language, and rooms that don't smell like old chinese food. I hate to be all ethnocentric, it's just that those two things have been trying for us. It took a long time for the guy to find our reservation when we were already tired and grumpy coming from 12 hours of mountain driving and one hour of rush hour traffic, and being that we were still kind of woozy from the drive and the vertigo of finally not being flying down the highway, the smell caught our grumpy selves off guard. Fortunately, we're only here for one night, and the place we're staying at tomorrow looks to be coolness surpassed only by Disneyland itself. Hopefully it lives up to the pictures and description on the website.

Tomorrow should be a good day, once we get out of the hostel and into the city to look around. We've got a relaxing, enjoyable day planned, which will be the first of several stops that we expect to be great.

Update: we seem to have found the source of the smell. It appears to be coming from the kitchen, where we found a bowl of clam shells in water, and what we believe to be the body of an ill-fated crustacean. These items were left on the table despite signs in the kitchen which direct you to wash and deal with your dishes when you're done with them.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Two Weeks of Homelessness: Day 2


Day one was alright. We drove up to Parts Moreknown, partially to give us a nice, easy start to the trip, and partially to regain a couple of books I had lent out last semester. The trip was fairly uneventful, and we spent some time walking around the cute river area before heading to the home of a friend where we stayed the night. It was a pretty laid-back night, just talking and letting my sister get to know my friends a little bit.

Day two was a little more strenuous. We snuck out the house around seven in the morning, and drove hard for a solid 7.5 hours, stopping only to purchase gas and to take pictures of us at the sign announcing the new province. Oh yeah, and that other stop, where there was this little town that had a whole bunch of dinosaurs. We took a lot of pictures there, too. We got to our destination for the night around 2 in the afternoon, a city bigger than I've been in for a long time. We got a little bit lost downtown (well, not lost, we just missed the street we wanted to turn on, and had to backtrack), and had a close call involving a commuter train (more like a blonde moment. Not dangerous, Mom). We're now in the hostel, after having napped for a couple of hours, and walked around downtown for an hour or so. We're going to try and get showered up and then find dinner at one of the many varied restaurants around here, and get to bed kind of early- tomorrow's drive is a good 11-12 hours. Ugh. Hope everyone is well, and so far we haven't killed each other. Fingers crossed.

Monday, April 24, 2006

No more greasy Denny's food for awhile, please

My sister is here! Her planes didn't crash or anything, and she didn't get barred from the country by the customs people, and she was even in a good enough mood after a day of travel to go to Denny's with some of my friends when she got here. We ate greasy food, chocolate milkshake, and pancakes as she and my friends unconciously tried to one-up each other by mentioning various inside jokes. All in all, I won, because I knew all of the inside jokes. Good times, and more fun will happen tomorrow!

Sunday, April 23, 2006

So Very Confused

Last night I dreamt that I was in Hong Kong, in a mall, trying to find a Taco Bell. I never found one, so instead I ate at some fast food chinese place, then went to explore the mall. This mall was odd in that it was like fifteen stories high, and each level was specialized. I only saw the first two levels, and the stairs between levels were really strange, too. They were like, not made up of 90 degree angles, but of a bunch of really obtuse angles, so it was more like trying to climb up a steep ramp with a bunch of bumps in it. I ran up the stairs, and as I came onto the landing of the second level, some guy who was watching me commented, "it's intrinsic." I don't know what he meant by that. So the first floor was like clothing and restaurants, and the second level was all stores to cater to children, with like supermarket pony ride things, you know the ones where you stick a quarter in and they rock back and forth, and the stores were set up so you made like a western movie of your kid riding this plastic horse thing. It was all very bizarre. I went into one of these stores, to ask where I could find a Taco Bell, and the guy asked me where I had eaten. I told him, "Oh, some crappy fast food place with like chinese fast food," and he got really upset. Apparently in Dream Hong Kong, they don't use the word "crappy" as liberally as I do, and he was insulted. He finally told me that there was one Taco Bell in Hong Kong, in the Seyoon province, right near Leningrad. I kid you not. That is exactly what he said to me. After being told where to find Taco Bell, I went back to the first floor by way of stairs on the outside of the building, because the mall was really dark inside, and who do you think I saw standing in a very small crowd of people? That's right, George Bush. I had my camera with me, so I took a picture of him to show to the people back home. I also took pictures of the strange obtuse stairs, and I had some person take a picture of me wearing a very sparkly coat while holding a giant dictionary, in one of the clothing stores.

Perhaps I shouldn't have drunk that mixture of milk and pineapple juice before I went to bed last night.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Hooray!


I finished my last final a few hours ago, then walked back to my apartment the outside way, and giggled and talked to the groundhog things out there, then went to dinner with one of my roommates and ate a tasty burger at a Chili's-like restaurant. I am now going to ride my bike around the lake, partially because it's so darn SPRING out there, partially because I'm so darn HAPPY I'm done with the semester, and partially because I ate so darn MUCH for dinner, and I feel the need to exercise some of it off.

If you need me in the next hour or so, too bad. I'm having fun.

Edit: I'm back from my ride, and it was excellent fun. Now I'm going to have fun in a different way, known as playing ping pong with the Long Haired Christian, and eating orange jello. Perhaps even watching a movie? Who knows! The night is young! It's only seven o'clock!

Edit again: apparently during finals, it's 24 hour quiet hours so people can study. Apparently during quiet hours you're not allowed to play ping pong. Apparently this rule is really dumb. Instead, we played pool for a little while, then sat around and watched Star Wars ep. IV and V, since the LHC had never seen them before. How in the world do you live for 20 years in North America without having seen Star Wars? It's unheard of! Absurd!

Thursday, April 20, 2006

The End is Near


I can feel it coming. I'm leaving in less than a week. Leaving forever. It's been tough, watching my roommates gradually packing stuff up and taking it back to their hometown about an hour south. Every time I look around the apartment, it seems less and less like home, and more and more like the empty shell I saw when I first moved in 8 months ago. It's going to be hard to say goodbye to people, to the university, to the wide open prairies. Excuse me while I let out a sad little sigh.

On the other hand, I've only got one more final to write tomorrow, then I'm free to do whatever I please for the next few days. Probably "whatever I please" is going to be packing up all my stuff, getting a big ol' oil change, and doing a bunch of business-like stuff to get ready for not living here anymore. Maybe I'll set aside some time to play with my $5 badminton set with a friend, spending some last minute quality time. I also have grand plans of playing ping pong on monday night in between FHE and when I have to head over to the airport to pick up my sister.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Russia's Greatest Love Machine


My friend, who I once dubbed Nameless Joe, has some pretty great music in his computer. No, that guy in the picture is *not* Nameless Joe. I would not make friends with someone that looks like that. That man is Rasputin, the subject of one of the many strangely fascinating songs in NJ's library. Aside from the roughly 5 hours of Bee Gees and ABBA music, he also has some really cool Swedish music, and some other really cool music that's from Russia (but not about Rasputin), and one song that feels like it's an eternity long, but is really only about 3 minutes long, it only feels like an eternity because it's SO BAD. I need to remember to ask him to send me a list of all the fun music he has, so I can get it for myself and not forget about it when I go back home. Everybody go out and get Rah Rah Rasputin by Boney M, because it's pretty rad. You'll like it.

Friday, April 14, 2006

I wish I could wear makeup like that all the time

Last night, as I revelled in my complete absence of responsibilities (it being my first evening free from schoolwork) and watched Jeopardy, I noticed that there were a few people in my apartment that I didn't know. They walked back and forth between the bedrooms of two of my roommates, in various states of dress and undress, hair being done, makeup being applied. This makeup was something else, though.

Everybody had one eye all done up crazy cool-like, as you can see. Upon seeing one of these random girls walking by with the makeup done, I became curious enough to leave the Jeopardy game to find out who these people were and why they were so cool.

Turns out last night was the performance final for a dance class in which each student had to coreograph a dance and get their friends to perform it. My one roommate had been practicing this for months on end for one of her friends, and I finally got to see it happen! The whole evening was free, since it was a final and not a "real" performance, and included an acting class, a dance class, and a lighting design class.

The actors did the typical "I am...................a leaf!......Blowing,... blowing............... in the winddddd........!" type of performance- each had a few sentences to say, and they had to incorporate movement into their performance. Let's just say I saw a whole lot of running in circles and jumping in the air like an explosion, but not a whole lot of good acting. I dunno. I guess I just don't like that genre very much. There were two or three that I actually liked, but that's out of maybe twenty performances.

The dances were Very Cool. They were all kind of, uh, how would you call it? Modern Dance, maybe. You know, dancers in leotards with strips of fabric wrapped around them, doing Strange and Beautiful things in a random-seeming manner. I'm not really a fan of that kind of thing, either- it can get pretty cheesy and predictable, but these were pretty fun. As similar as the dances were, they were each very unique, using different types of music, sending different messages, etc.

The lighting design class did pretty well, as well. They collaborated with the dance students, mainly lighting a scrim with bold colors, and using backlighting (but it came from the sides of the stage. Is that sidelighting?) to make the dancers look all shadowy. They also lighted them just normally sometimes so you could see the amazing makeup jobs on the dancers. I know I probably sound dumb trying to look like I actually know what I'm talking about with the lighting stuff, Sis. Maybe you could explain to me what these things are actually called. Anyway, the effect of the lighting was very nice, but for some reason it took a looooooong time for the lights to go up after the dancers were positioned on the stage. Like, the dancers would actually be standing there, ready to dance, for up to two minutes, and this happened for *each group*. I don't know whose fault it was, or maybe they were just trying to drag out the performance or something, but it got a little tedious.

Ha! I almost forgot the acting class' group performance! The teacher of the class had explained earlier that he had coreographed their performance and they had been working on it since September, or something like that. I think this teacher had watched Quidam a few too many times before "creating" this piece. Not that it was cut-and-pasted from the show to their class, but they definately used some of the same effects, like the "slow walk of the group, huddled together, from the back of the stage to the front, slightly cowering," and the "some person pretending they're walking when they're actually floating through the air," and the "everybody is wearing suits and looks exactly the same, and they're all walking fast through harsh, contrasty lighting so it looks all confusing and weavy and stuff." It seemed like they had a little more original content towards the end, though. Perhaps I just haven't seen the original of what they stole the end from, though :).

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Somebody call me a wah-mbulance

I have to write this whole big long paper for tomorrow, and although I did work on it last night for two hours, I still have nothing to show for it.

I fell down the stairs and hurt my foot while descending through the auditorium to turn in my dance final. Dubya tee eff? I *never* fall down the stairs. So much for "I believe this class has greatly enhanced my confidence during physical activities. I feel less self-conscious than I used to." I hate doing reflections on finals anyway.

Whatever the bones are that you use to sit on a bicycle seat are, they hurt right now. A lot. Like, I think I may have bruising. Dumb hard bicycle seat. Dumb me for riding through bumpy grass.

My roommates' classes for the past two days have all been like fifteen minutes long, and consisting mainly of eating cookies or getting hints for the finals, since it's the last day of class. My poetry class is meeting a half-hour early today, so we can have an extra-long time to get through all the material we haven't gotten to yet. Hooray for me!

And I have the hiccups.

At least after tomorrow afternoon, I'll be relatively free to do as I please. Once I finish that paper, that is.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Yet another fun way to spend an evening

Spend three hours straight playing doubles ping-pong while having a full-on shouting fight (debate. whatever.) about whether socialism is a feasible system, and if it isn't, what is? Try not to die laughing when your opponent runs into the corner of the table and rips open a huge gash on his side. Pretend to be sympathetic, then mock him when he can't bend over to pick up the ball because it hurts too much. Realize around midnight that maybe it's about time to head home and get to bed. Oh yeah, and spend the whole evening blaming all of your opponents' faults on the fact that they're Canadian, while they mock you for being American; it's even more fun than yo' mama jokes!

"Oh yeah, well, your country's so stupid they cracked that Liberty Bell. You know if that was OUR bell, it'd be in primo condition. Or at least, we'd try to fix it if we did break it..."

Saturday, April 8, 2006

I know this will only make sense to maybe one of my readers, but I feel the need to say it anyway

As I listen to the Frances the Mute album by the Mars Volta, I wonder to myself, where is the rest of the song Cassandra Geminni: E. Sarcophagi?

And more importantly, why isn't the whole rest of the album just. like. that. song.?

Friday, April 7, 2006

*Sigh of contentment. Also of tiredness.*

Holy moley, I just had a wonderful evening. After a very rocky start (an hour late because I couldn't decide on an outfit. I'm such a girl), I made it to the last formal activity for the Chrazy Christians group (my name for them, not theirs). It was billed as a "Swing Dance," and I went with all intentions of it being a fun night.

I was so totally right. My outfit was perfect, my hair was perfect, and most importantly, my attitude was perfect. I danced for most of the time, doing Jive and looking like a frickin expert thanks to my dance class, also learning a Charlston-like thing, and getting that down pretty well, and even going so far as to try the polka. It was such glorious fun just to get out there and dance my little heart out with other people who wanted to do the same.

Favorite part? The way I was pretty much the most graceful girl when it came to spinning out during jive, and the way my skirt twirled just the right amount to make me look cute.

Absolutely fun night, talked to a lot of people, danced with a lot of people, and oh yeah, ran into a lot of people- my partner for the waltz was not the best leader :P


What are my plans for tomorrow, to top such fun tonight? Go on a walk around the lake, work on papers, then have an indoor birthday barbeque with my roommates. I made the cake and it looks delicious.

Thursday, April 6, 2006

Bummer

I was sitting here at my (very messy) desk today, thinking about money. Specifically, still groggy from sleeping, I was wondering why I always have more meat than I can think what to do with in KoL, while I can't seem to hold onto money for very long in real life. Then I realized what the problem was: in KoL, I can get pretty much anything I want by beating up a bunch of people until one of them drops what I want.

Too bad real life doesn't work that way. I could be rich.

Wednesday, April 5, 2006

Check me out!

If all goes according to plan, I'll have finished my term paper for my poetry class a day and a half before it's due. I don't think this has ever happened before. Oh yeah, and if I get THAT amazing feat accomplished, I'll start on my paper for my shakespeare class a week before it's due. With luck, I'll have THAT finished before the due date, too!

In other news, I just cleaned my bathroom and the kitchen in a very. thorough. manner. because I failed my cleaning inspection two days ago. Not because I'm a bad cleaner, but because I just didn't feel like cleaning right then. Hopefully I'll pass with flying colors tomorrow, so I don't have to pay the $35 to have the cleaning ladies clean for me. Although, I really don't see how they could fail me when I actually did clean. I would eat off of that bathroom counter. Not the toilet, cause that's just nasty, but the counter is spotless. Also, I never knew that you could make your own windex with ingredients from your kitchen. Here's the secret recipe: use vinegar.

Simple as pi.

Sunday, April 2, 2006

How to start your day off right

Step 1: write all over your mirrors with window markers that you have to register for next semester's classes at 7 in the morning. Forget that 7 in the morning at home is actually 8 in the morning here. Do this step around 1 in the morning, the night before.

Step 2: go to bed, enjoy the sheer loveliness of being asleep.

Step 3: nearly have a heart attack as you're awakened by the fire alarm. Stumble in a stupor around the apartment as you put on pants and a sweatshirt, and shoes but no socks.

Step 4: continue to stumble around the apartment, trying to find your keys.

Step 5: stumble some more as you enter the hallway, and become confused when the across-the-hall neighbors ask if your roommate has already gone outside. Realize that she must have come back home after you went to bed, and reenter the apartment to encourage her to leave.

Step 6: emerge from the stairwell and enter the cold, wet, outside world. It greets you with the loving embrace of biting wind.

Step 7: huddle with the across-the-hall neighbor and her friend, watch your roommate walk off to her car to spend the night at her boyfriend's house.

Step 8: trudge toward another building that people seem to be going into. Hooray for our sheeplike quality of following anything that moves!

Step 9: sit around inside the other building and watch as the firefighters enter your own building. Listen to your friend from the 7th floor say that she smelled smoke coming from higher up in the stairwell. Great. It's actually on fire.

Step 10: realize just how many people are still up and drinking at five in the morning. ugh.

Step 11: get confused when the firemen tell you to go back into your building, that someone just pulled the alarm- the alarms are still going, and your friend said she smelled smoke, right?

Step 12: note the strange powder dusted all over the stairwell as you and your 1000 closest friends all try to go up the stairs at the same time. Ash? Weird sprinkler powder? I thought they said there was no fire...

Step 13: wonder briefly if this is the firemen's idea of an April Fools' Day joke. Decide that it's not april 1 anymore, and that would be in terrible taste. On the other hand, you could see the firemen's point- let the drunken idiots burn.

Step 14: try to figure out how you're going to get back to sleep- the alarms are still going off, and your system is pumped to capacity with adrenaline.

Step 15: sigh with relief when the alarms mercifully stop.

Step 16: spend 45 minutes trying to get back to sleep, which is hard. Your arms are hot, and don't want to go under the covers. However, you know from experience that it is impossible to sleep with exposed arms: the boogeyman will come and pull on your fingers and bite your elbows if you do. Much like the way he gets really close to your head and mumbles things if you don't cover your ear as well.

Step 17: after finally falling asleep, wake up a half hour later to your alarm clock calling you to register for classes. Curse the sun, then realize that you actually have an hour until registration actually begins. Continue cursing the sun, but in a more upbeat manner, as you go back to bed for another 45 minutes.

Saturday, April 1, 2006

Those hats are everywhere

There's a group of about 7 guys outside below my window, where the football guys were yesterday. These guys are practicing jumping their skateboards. I can just imagine the email:

"Meet between the dorms and the gym at dusk. Make sure you're wearing your cigarette pants and a black tshirt. Wear a castro hat if you've got one. Oh yeah, and if you have the time, try and dye your hair black to match the darkness of your soul. Bring your skateboard."

Friday, March 31, 2006

Retraction

Ok, something happened between this morning, when I wrote the previous post, and 1:30, when I went to my poetry class. Not quite sure what it was, but it made my day like fifty times better. I was sitting in the kitchen, eating freshly made corn muffins with my roommate, watching Days of Our Lives, when something flew by our (2nd story) window. It just barely caught my eye, but I wondered, and went over to get a better look at the outside world.

There were four guys out there, in tshirts, playing catch with a football. I stood there watching them for maybe twenty minutes. They seemed so happy and carefree, running around outside and having fun. When I went outside to my poetry class, it was like breathing in, I don't know. Like, Sprite, or pure oxygen, or a ferris wheel or something.

Poetry class was excellent, as we were discussing Ozymandias by Shelley. This guy in my class grows more like a friend from home every day, and he was hilarious today. We had a really fun time in class, and I left thinking, it's so nice out today. I should go for a walk.

So I did. I left at 2:30, and just got back at 5:30. I walked all the way around the whole lake, and the walk was just perfect. It was like, "I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing right now, and that's fine with me." I didn't wear a watch, I didn't bring my phone, nor any headphones or anything else to distract me. Just me, my sweatshirt, and my water bottle. For awhile I even took my sweatshirt off and went in my tshirt, because it was that nice out.

I have no idea how my mood changed from so depressed and annoyed and worried to so happy, so lighthearted so fast. All I know is, I like the change. I even found myself singing "What a Difference a Day Makes" out loud as I got ready to go for my walk. Twas an excellent day.

Grump, grump, grump

What with this and that, the next few weeks I have a sneaking suspicion will be a grumpy time. Here's a list of things I want to complain about, but don't have the energy or patience to explain:

Money

Dance class

My trip home, which will be fun, but right now is a stressful thing to plan

My room is messy

I hate writing papers

I kind of want to stay here forever, but also kind of just want to be home right now

I hate working. I would look forward to summer, but I'm going to have to get a major job (see Money), so I'll still have to be in a specific place at a specific time.

My roommates are never home on weekends, so I pretty much end up being a total slob, sitting on the couch watching tv by myself all day on Saturdays

My one roommate, who I don't know very well at all. Who moves in halfway through the second semester, then spends maybe one night out of four actually in the apartment? I'd rather have my bad roommate back than this one who once in a while shows up out of the blue and uses the bathroom when I need it, then disappears for another four days.

Nyargh

We never seem to have anything good in the fridge, but we don't want to go stocking up on stuff now, since we've got less than a month left before we all move out.

I'm sure there's something else I forgot, and the fact that I forgot something bugs me, too

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Vaguely related thoughts after volunteering at a soup kitchen

Ugh, the food doesn't really smell all that good.

It's really hard to understand homeless people when they try to tell you a story. They pause dramatically in the middle of sentences, and mumble a lot. Mostly what I got from this one lady was that her mom had cancer, and as she (the lady) was hitchhiking home to see her mother, the trucker knew that her mom was sick. Except that it turned out that there really wasn't a trucker. Or maybe he was an angel, and disappeared? At any rate, she ended up at home with no idea of how she got there.

A lot of people drink coffee.

Even their young children.

I'm not a people person. I find it very difficult to remain calm and pleasant when some man is gripping me by the hand and telling me he struggles with alcoholism. No, I wasn't in danger, yes, I realize that he just needs someone to talk to and validate him (perhaps some counsellors and doctors, too), but I'm not good with that kind of thing. Same way as I really don't do well going to nursing homes to cheer up the old folks.

Hey, the water in the mop bucket is the same color and cloudiness as the coffee I've been serving to all those people. Don't know whether that says something about the state of the floors or the state of the coffee. Don't want to know.

I'm glad I have a home. Also food, and a shower.

Sad that those people do not, and that about 85-90% of them happen to be of the same marginalized ethnicity. Like, there were maybe two white people there.

Working there for an hour is possibly more stressful than knowing you've got two 10-page papers due in the next two weeks that you haven't started yet. Possibly.

I'm tired.

Oh yeah, and I kind of felt bad when my roommate and I went home and made ribs, garlic bread, rice and corn for dinner. We had leftovers.

Friday, March 24, 2006

My friday night

"As everybody knows, a poke will contain and conceal a marketable pig;-- even two actively wallowing pigs, according to Chaucer..."

If you're having a slow night, go down to your local university library and pick up a copy of Shakespeare's Motley, by Leslie Hotson (published by Rupert Hart-Davis, London, 1952). It's an odd little book about the costume of Shakespeare's fools, which is not exactly what you've always thought it was. Unless you're Leslie Hotson's child, in which case it probably is exactly what you've always thought it was.

If anybody needs me, I'll be wallowing in my poke. Rather, I'll be reading this book while wrapped up in a blanket. Have a great night.

How to tell when I'm having a slow week


The reason I haven't said much here during the past week or so is because I haven't done much in the past week or so. Aside from going to classes, going to the gym, and making dinner once in a while, my life has been pretty boring lately.

Except for that one night when I made a cubic ton of bread, "helped" a friend paint his home orange, stalked this one guy by sitting outside his house in a car and laughing like 13-year-old girls, then got in trouble for eating frosted cake with my hands in the back of my friend's car, and took a tour of the nice, rich people area of town, all before coming home to watch a movie. That night was pretty fun. Oh yeah, and so was the night when we did makeovers to practice for the day when we become ladies of the night.

Ok, so maybe the reason I haven't said much here during the past week is because I'm lazy. That's a much more likely excuse, coming from me. However, next weekend I'm going on a trip that promises to be exciting, hilarious, or disastrous, or all three. You can look forward to my writeup of that event when I get home, probably I'll have something to say about it by next monday night. In the meantime, hope that I get less lazy and at least put something vaguely interesting up on the site just to keep you guys from taking me out of your bookmarks.

Oh yeah, and the snow is beginning to melt. You can't really tell, since the pile of snow on the left of the picture is as tall as the (not pictured) door leading into that building, but in the lower right hand corner, you can see a stream of water running into a drain. Sigh. Oh snow, I barely knew ye.

I didn't even need to wear a jacket outside for the past three days. Excuse me while I choke back a sob or two.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

My fear of pickles and mustard is ruining my life!

You know that there's something wrong with the world when that's the title of an episode of Maury, and it's totally not a joke. Like, they treat the subject as seriously and legitimately as any of their other subjects. Let me just ask this: Who in the world is afraid of mustard??? "Aaah! There's a tasty, tangy condiment coming towards me! Oh noes!"

Favorite part of the show: when a helper brings out a tray just heaped with a mountain of gloppy mustard, and the guest runs screaming into the audience.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Can you say "Total Hottness" ?

Today being St Patrick's Day and all, what better way to celebrate than with bagpipe music? I'm not sure, but I thought St Patrick drove the snakes from Ireland, not Scotland. Either way, I was totally pumped when I walked out of my poetry class on the 5th floor of the Catholic college on campus, and heard bagpipes and drums playing on the 1st floor. As I descended the stairs, I sniffed, and thought, "it smells like lovely bread is baking," then I realized that duh, it's St Patrick's Day, so they obviously have some beer-selling thing going on (colleges here are a lot more open about the amount of beer consumed by their students, and use it to their advantage, having beer tents and other events in which they make a lot of money for the school). I gleefully ran down the stairs to find four bagpipers and one drummer standing in a circle in the middle of the big common area near the stairs, playing to their hearts' content. I sat and listened for about half an hour as they played several songs I didn't know, and ended up with Scotland the Brave, naturally. All in all, an excellent way to spend a Friday afternoon.

Oh yeah, and I'm now partially deaf. Them bagpipes is loud!

Written from a hospital bed with two broken ankles, a dislocated hip, and hypothermia*

Good thing healthcare in the Wild North is free!
*no, not really. I'm completely uninjured. Mom, you can start breathing again.

I went skating for the first time outside last night. It was pretty fun, except for the fact that my skates were just slightly too small, and the ice was all irregular and bumpy (seeing that it's naturally-occuring, and not zambonied every half hour). It was also only a very small area we could skate on, since it had snowed that morning and only maybe 1/6th of the rink had been cleared off. Still, it was fun. I kind of got the hang of it, and never actually fell down (mainly because I was going too slow). I wore my tocque and two pairs of mitts, and my happy down vest. I fully intended to document my first skating experience for everyone to see, but when I tried to turn on my camera the batteries died, which was vexing. Fortunately, I've already got plans to go again with another person on Saturday afternoon, so I can charge my batteries in preparation for that outing. Plus, those pictures will be taken during the day time, so they'll be more likely to come out well.

All is going well, except I should probably get started on writing some papers for my classes... Tonight I'm going to a pizza potluck, and I'm not sure if they just mean to buy a pizza and bring it, or actually make one yourself. I'm going the safe route and making one myself. It'll be more fun and less greasy that way.

You know how a couple of weeks ago I drove east? Well, in a couple of weeks, I'm going to drive west, with a different set of friends. It will be great fun, and I'm very excited to go. I'm even more excited, though, for my big trip that's coming at the end of April. I've been planning out routes and places to stay on the way, and it'll be all kinds of fun. My first real road trip! All these other trips I've been on this year don't count, since they only take less than a day of driving to get to the final destination. This'll be a full-blown, longer than a week drive with zany adventures and youthful hijinks. Well, perhaps no hijinks, but it'll still be fun.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Lovely


My roommate and I went on a walk around the lake the other day, finally. It's been like, seven months since I got here, and I've never actually walked very far on the lake walkway. It was beautiful, all snowy and perfectly white and stuff. I took some fun pictures, and here is one of them. That's the one beautiful building in town, and it's across the lake from where I was standing at the time. We were walking on that bridgey thing, away from the lake, then turned around and saw the great framing of the building by the trees. It was a pretty cold day, and we spent about an hour and a half walking around outside, so by the time we got home we were incredibly rosy-cheeked, and our legs were frostbit. Interesting sensation- it's like, your legs get really itchy for maybe 15 minutes, and then they're really hot for another 10 minutes or so, then they're magically better. Anyway. It was a fun afternoon, and I should use that walkway more often during my last month here. It's nice.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Slightly Disturbed

Would someone care to explain to me why the pants I just wore to the gym smell like the inside of a rental car?

Saturday, March 11, 2006

No Clam Eyes to Cry Clam Tears

I have three songs about clams in my iTunes playlist. Yes, clams. I've only got one song about lobsters. Looks like the mollusks beat the crustaceans by a landslide.

Wednesday, March 8, 2006

BTW

I don't know why I wrote that last post in the voice of a man. That's just the way it came out. No, Mom, I'm not a lesbian.

Academic Infidelity

I feel like I have a mistress. I am married to Sociology. This is the major I have chosen, the major I have gone through college with, telling everyone I love and care for. I've put so much time into my marriage with Sociology (time, but not really a whole lot of effort) that I don't want to quit now. But I've fallen out of love with Sociology. I'm not even sure I ever loved her to begin with.

Internet, please don't tell Sociology, but I've been seeing someone else, almost from the very beginning. I love English. I love English so much more than Sociology. When I have rough times, I run to English for comfort. She understands me in a way that Sociology never will, and since I'm not married to her, our relationship causes little to no stress in my life. Everything comes so much more naturally with English.

I don't know what to do; I love English, and want to be with her, but it is so much simpler to maintain the status quo. I'm not sure I want to rock the boat, and I don't think that Sociology suspects a thing. But isn't that even worse? I'm not doing right by Sociology or English: lying to Sociology, and not admitting my true love of English. I feel so guilty, knowing that no matter what I do, I can't have both ease and happiness.

If I switch to English now, it will mean another year of school, another year of tuition. If I stay with Sociology, I'll have to deal with getting a degree in something that I don't really like as much as I thought I would when I declared my major. Should I be happy with finishing school as quickly as possible, with a Sociology degree and minor in English, or should I switch them around, getting an English degree that takes longer but is more fulfilling, and minoring in Sociology? Any advice is welcome.

Academic Infidelity

I feel like I have a mistress. I am married to Sociology. This is the major I have chosen, the major I have gone through college with, telling everyone I love and care for. I've put so much time into my marriage with Sociology (time, but not really a whole lot of effort) that I don't want to quit now. But I've fallen out of love with Sociology. I'm not even sure I ever loved her to begin with.

Internet, please don't tell Sociology, but I've been seeing someone else, almost from the very beginning. I love English. I love English so much more than Sociology. When I have rough times, I run to English for comfort. She understands me in a way that Sociology never will, and since I'm not married to her, our relationship causes little to no stress in my life. Everything comes so much more naturally with English.

I don't know what to do; I love English, and want to be with her, but it is so much simpler to maintain the status quo. I'm not sure I want to rock the boat, and I don't think that Sociology suspects a thing. But isn't that even worse? I'm not doing right by Sociology or English: lying to Sociology, and not admitting my true love of English. I feel so guilty, knowing that no matter what I do, I can't have both ease and happiness.

If I switch to English now, it will mean another year of school, another year of tuition. If I stay with Sociology, I'll have to deal with getting a degree in something that I don't really like as much as I thought I would when I declared my major. Should I be happy with finishing school as quickly as possible, with a Sociology degree and minor in English, or should I switch them around, getting an English degree that takes longer but is more fulfilling, and minoring in Sociology? Any advice is welcome.

Monday, March 6, 2006

Total Greatness

Uffish's good mood from yesterday magically switched over to me today. Not only am I still excited about having skates, but I also had lots of fun in badminton today, where we played silly games, like "badminton volleyball," and sillier games, like, "I'ma dump like 20 birdies on the court, and give you like three minutes in which to hit them. Whoever has the least birdies on their side of the court at the end, wins." We've only had three classes so far in the course, but I already feel an improvement in my ability to hit the birdie where I want it to go, and more importantly, in being able to hit the birdie at all.

Beyond badminton, I enjoyed my dance class as well. I finally found a suitable pair of shoes for the class (knock-off walmart Keds for like $4), so I didn't have to dance in socks today. We're putting the finishing touches on our group projects (make your own line dance!), and will present on Wednesday. Hooray for not feeling nearly as clumsy as I imagined I would!

I amazingly got my reading and writing done for my monday afternoon sociology class, and I went to my poetry class where I totally rocked all the professor's leading questions (what do you think the field and single tree could represent in Wordsworth's Intimations on Immortality? :the garden of Eden and the tree of knowledge of good and evil, duh!). I'm rapidly pulling away from the rest of the class, who only could muster the "duh" part of my answer. Hooray for growing up in a religious atmosphere, as well as an intelligent atmosphere. Who knew those things would come in handy in a poetry class? :P

Hmm... what else good happened today? Sociology was pretty boring, and I made the mistake of eating a fruity snack before, instead of during class, and therefore had a giant blood sugar drop in the middle of class and nearly fell off my chair in sleepiness.

OH! OH! I just remembered why I started this post to begin with! As I was leaving my soc class, I saw a bunch of boxes sitting on the floor outside the map library, with a sign taped above them that said, "Students, feel free to take these." I totally felt free to the amount of five cute little book things. The insides are full of boring words and stuff, but the covers are sweet and green with nifty little pictures on them. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with them, but I know they'll come in handy for something. Better safe and possessing a bunch of fun little books than sorry, I always say.

Sunday, March 5, 2006

Guess what I'm wearing!

Ok, you'll never guess, so I'll tell you. I'm wearing my argyle tights, a pink tank top, some light blue seersucker shorts, and an old pair of ice skates, borrowed from a friend of a friend. Any time I tell you I'm excited about what I'm wearing, it's a good possibility that I'm wearing my argyle tights. They make every outfit more charming. Having reported that I have ice skates in my possession, let the nonstop prayers (protecting me from my dangerous activities) of my mother begin!

In other news, today at church, the Mathematical Knight taught me how to solve a rubix cube. Hooray! One of my life goals has been accomplished. It's surprisingly easy: he taught me the various steps in probably about a half hour, and I solved it twice in the next 15-20 minutes. Hah! I am a master.

Friday, March 3, 2006

YO-GA! YO-GA!

I'm taking some activity courses this semester. I'm taking badminton early in the morning, then after that I go directly to a dance class. This makes my life somewhat difficult- I need to be able to run around and be all exercise-y in badminton, so I would like to wear shorts. But I would feel dumb going to dance in shorts. I have therefore gone on a little shopping spree, and purchased 3 pairs of yoga pants. They're perfect, cause I can exercise in them like shorts, they are totally comfortable, and they look good so I'm not embarrassed of them in dance class. I'm also eager to wear them to the gym- they won't ride up like shorts do on the treadmill, and they're not as hot or ugly as sweatpants. Last night, I even wore them around the apartment to watch a movie in. They're THAT wonderful.

Wednesday, March 1, 2006

I never knew I was an emotional person

I've never been one to cry in public about things that are beautiful, or moving, or whatever. Usually when I cry it's because I'm mad, or feel insulted or embarrassed or something. I pride myself on being an oversensitive baby, not on being an emotional blubberer.

I now know what it is that can turn me into the second type of person: sports. I know, you're thinking, "huh?"

During the Olympics, I got all misty at least three times, as teams won hard-fought games, as an exhausted cross country skier's little daughter ran through the snow to hug her after she won gold, etc, etc.

I'm not sure where I was going with this train of thought. I have no pithy statement to make at the end of this post, no punchline. Sorry.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Stupid Idea #37

Stay up till all hours of the morning watching movies at a friend's house: watch a funny one first, then end the evening with the 6th Sense. Proceed to go home at 3:30 in the morning in the dark, and walk through a big open snowy area with previously mentioned giant snowmonster rabbits lurking nearby. Startle the rabbits into jumping out from their sneaky little hidey places, which in turn startles you when you jump to the conclusion that they're scary dead girls running to vomit on you.

Stupid M. Night Shamalama-ding-dong.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Oh, those Crazy Canucks

Leave it to them to serve you a dish that looks like enchiladas, but tastes funny and includes parsley and miracle whip, then call it fajitas, but pronounce the word as "fee-adas."

I sure love these people. Their ignorance in the realm of mexican food is kind of endearing. The lack of any corn tortillas in the entire province, however, is not endearing. How am I supposed to make real enchiladas?

What do you do when your wife is in love with a priest?

This evening I went over to a friend's house to watch movies. Which friend, you may ask? You know that guy that I haven't been able to come up with a suitable 'nym for yet? Yeah, it's that guy. Tonight I found out one more thing that he isn't, and a few more things that he is, but none of those things would be good for making up a name. Well, one would be, except I might someday want to tell him about the site, and I'm not sure he would be flattered by the name. Perhaps I'll just call him Nameless Joe for now.

So Nameless Joe, one of the short Christian girls, and I watched movies tonight- one was What To Do In Case of Fire, a German film about a group of anarchists who grow up and sell out, then have to get back together when one of their unexploded bombs suddenly explodes unexpectedly. Very funny, pretty interesting. The other movie was I Confess, an older Hitchcock movie that I'd never heard of. You've probably never heard of it, either, and for a good reason: it's not that great of a movie. It wasn't a bad movie- while I was watching it, I found it pretty gripping and interesting, but when it had finished, I felt strangely unsatisfied. Kind of jipped, you know? Like I had been tricked into watching something that wasn't quite right.

The evening as a whole was entertaining, enlightening, and enrapturing. Ok, not really enrapturing. I just wanted something to round out my alliterative phrase. I learned much about my host, a fair deal about the other guest, and a good bit about fun, fun music.

Ra, ra, Rasputin!

Monday, February 20, 2006

Man oh man

Okay. I'm pretty sure you all need to go over to Albino Blacksheep (there's a link on the left) and take a look at Brokeback to the Future. It's about the funniest thing I've seen for... well, for an hour. But that's only because I just heard a guy describe himself as having "washboard abs," then amend it by saying that there's "a load in the wash."

Anyway. Go see Michael J Fox and Christopher Lloyd in the roles they were truly meant to play.

What I did over my summer vacation, I mean this weekend


I'm back! The trip was very fun, and I'm sad that we couldn't have stayed longer. As it is, though, I got to see the city, meet new friends, go sledding and geocaching, get lost, get unlost, eat at a fun health-food restaurant, and nearly freeze to death taking pictures at the border in what must have been minus 40 weather and wind (oh, how windy it was!).

We also spent about 45 minutes in a cool indoor market that reminded me of the farmer's market in LA, then out to run around a few hundred yards east of there where people were playing hockey on the river, and there was an ice skating path on the pedestrian bridge that went over the lake. We didn't have any skates, but we had fun sliding around on the slick ice, and scurrying out of the way when we saw somebody skating towards us at high velocity.

We mostly hung out with a cute semi-newly married couple, who live in a cute brown house in the cute French area of town, right near downtown, convenient to everything. They enjoyed going caching with us, and the husband and the guy we came with had fun racing each other through the park to where they thought the cache was, then back through the park to the car, making their way through knee-high snow, leaping down into the streambed and climbing back up the other side. Us ladies took it a little slower :).

It seemed like everywhere we drove in the city, there were these huge snow sculptures that people had made; not like snowmen, but like things that could easily have been permanent granite statues and works of public art. I believe there's a bunch in the downtown here in Parts Unknown, and since I have the week off, probably I'll go and take a look at them today or tomorrow.

It was a great weekend, kind of a whirlwind trip. For awhile I considered staying for a day or two in Parts Moreknown, where I dropped off my travelling companions, before heading back home, but by the time we got there, I was ready to sleep in my own bed, bathe in my own shower, and eat more normal, non-trip food. I made my way home therefore, and the trip seemed to go by really quickly, even though it was a 2 1/2 hour drive. I played music and sang along really loud, and stuffed fig newtons down my throat to keep myself awake. The fig newtons and singing seemed to work very well, as I didn't really feel tired until I got out of my car and started the long trek from the parking lot to my apartment.

I now have had my share of fun and adventure for this week, and can spend the next 7 days doing homework and getting prepared for the rest of the semester. Hooray! I guess a fast and short trip was the best thing all around, giving me time to have fun and time to do work.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Leavin' on a Jet Plane

Or rather, leavin' in my car. With a couple of friends. On a spur of the moment (alright, planned two days ahead) trip.

This will be the most spontaneous thing I've done so far... in my life. I guess. Well, I guess coming to Parts Unknown was a spontaneous decision, but after the decision, I still had like 6 months to prepare. Anyway. We drive East on Friday. With the wind.

Perhaps I should start packing.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Happy St Valentine's Day!

I will be celebrating by going to the gym and getting sweaty, then coming home and studying for awhile, then to top it all off, I'm going to go compare prices on printers!

I hope you all have days as wonderful as mine will be.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

My final final

Yup, I'll be done with worrisome tasks on April 21. Just so you know. In case you wanted to, you know, fly up here and have a road trip with me.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

I think I just electrocuted my lips




I have this bad habit of putting things into my mouth. Things like small toys, pencils, my fingers, and anything else that is smooth or brightly colored.

I now know one more thing that I shouldn't put in my mouth or on my lips: the firewire cord for my iPod when it's plugged into my computer.

No, Mom, I'm not damaged. Neither is my computer. Nothing exciting happened, I just brushed it against my lips and felt heat, kind of a popping like if you spread pop rocks on your lips. And now that I know what it does, I will not do it again.

I am a human being, and I learn from my mistakes.

Wednesday, February 8, 2006

Sweat is apparently a good thing.

What a wonderful feeling it is when you come home from the gym in the evening, and talk to your roommate, who tells you "Good Job!"

That feeling is topped, however, when that roommate continues, saying that her mom (who was over a few days before) asked if you had lost weight. Yes, people, the change is significant enough for my roommate's mom to notice.

I think I'll strut around the apartment with my fists on my hips, looking proud.

Tuesday, February 7, 2006

More details to come, when I'm less tired

remind me to tell you guys about the escapade the LHC and I had tonight. Hint: it involves snow.

What kind of socks do pirates wear? :arrrrrgyle!

I’ve got these two friends at church, who for some reason, think I’m the funniest person on the planet. I therefore feel encouraged to be funny, and say things that I usually only let myself think. Today I had to go out, but all of my jeans were dirty, so I instead wore my only other pair of pants, some orange plaid capris that I think are pretty snazzy. However, since it was snowing, I thought it best to wear something to cover the rest of my leg, as well. When you’re wearing orange plaid pants, you can’t try to look normal, so I figured it’d be best if I went with the feeling, so I wore a green robot tshirt, and pink white and blue argyle tights under my pants. And some white tennies with blue stripes. The ensemble was pretty striking, and I put my hair up into two buns, like you might see on a sailor moon character. When my two friends saw me, they both started laughing, and told me how cool I looked. And they really thought I looked cool. As they remarked on my clothing, I simply said to them, “Happy Laundry Day!” My little holiday caused quite the stir, and several people came up and told me how much they liked my outfit, &c. Not sure how many really enjoyed it, and how many were just trying to be free and accepting of my weirdness in order to look Hip and With It. At any rate, I completely stole the evening, and my two friends were pretty much hysterical for about ten minutes, not because I said anything particularly funny, but because they expected everything I said to be funny, and therefore found it that way. It makes me happy to be so entertaining to my friends.

I’m going to have to declare Laundry Day more often.

Monday, February 6, 2006

We're not that close

My roommate and I both walk out of our rooms at the same time, preparing to go to bed. She's in her pink bathrobe with a towel in her hair, and I'm in a tshirt and pj bottoms. We stand at opposite ends of the hallway, facing each other, and silently wave.

"How're you doing over there?"
'Good. I'm putting this stuff on my knuckles because they're all cracked and dry.'
"...what?"
'My knuckles' (I hold my hand up, to illustrate). 'They're really dry.'
"You don't even want to know what I thought you said just now."
'Do you really think that's something I would even say out loud?'
"...well, you ARE getting more comfortable around us..."
'Not that comfortable.'

Saturday, February 4, 2006

In this city, "east" pretty much means "south"


After a couple of hours of do-gooding at the local rescue mission, we were to go to a supposedly great toboganning hill on the north side of town. Being unfamiliar with the north side of town, I got directions from a girl who lives up there on how to get to the hill. I must have missed something she said, because we drove straight out of town, and were pretty much headed for the north pole before we realized, hey, it's really foggy out, and it doesn't look like we're in the civilized world anymore. We turned around, and headed back towards town. During this little trip, I learned that turning your brights on in fog actually makes it harder to see, not easier. Good thing there wasn't anyone else on the road for miles and miles for me to run into.

We finally found our own way to the hill, and being unfamiliar with the park it's in, we parked on the wrong side of the hill, and it was a mighty hike to get to the top. It was worth it, though. There's something beautiful about going sledding with a group of people, with no one else there, on a lovely foggy night. Especially when the fog intermittantly turns to cute snow. We had fun, and I got to experience going on a long sled, with like four other people on it. They all said that the best seat is in the front, but I've decided the best seat is in the middle, because in the front, you can't hear what anyone is saying, and you feel responsible if the sled turns sideways.

The evening culminated at a friend's house, where we drank hot chocolate and played mafia till about two in the morning. It took a surprisingly long time- we played twice, and it took two hours. Perhaps it was just because most of the people hadn't played before. Anyway, it was a grand evening with the Long Haired Christian, and the guy who still has no name, because I still haven't decided on a suitable 'nym. As well as several other fun people who I know even less well.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Broketoe Mountain

I think I broke my toe. This isn't a statement made lightly or capriciously. This is a statement made with about three months' proof behind it. My toe (the middle one on the left foot) never used to hurt when I went to crack it. I generally crack my fingers two times a day, and my toes once a day, and my shoulder any number of times a day. I always do it in the same pattern, starting with the first toe (like the pointer finger), then move down the line to the pinky toe (or "the tiny one," as my mom likes to remind me I used to call it), and finally ending with the big toe, since it has the most satisfying crack.

Anyway, to get to the meat of the story, for the past three months, when I try to crack my middle toe, it hurts, and it won't crack. Not just that it hurts too much to bend it far enough to crack, though; I ignore the pain and bend it as far as it will physically go, and still it doesn't crack. I must conclude, therefore, that my toe is broken, and never will crack again. Le sigh.

Monday, January 30, 2006

I feel so righteous

I love the feeling that you get when you go to your classes and turn in your writing assignments, and the professor approves of the approach you took in your assignment when you explain it during class. It makes me feel so.... free. So non-guilty. So righteous.

If I can finish reading As You Like It before 11 tomorrow morning, I'll be able to continue my righteous feeling another day!

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Winter isn't all fun and games

So I learned one of the harsh realities of life today: snow isn't soft. At least, old snow that's melted and refrozen several times isn't soft.

The Long Haired Christian and I went sledding last saturday, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. It's like, you're sliding down a hill, really fast! So cool! So we decided that we should go every saturday. So we went today, even though it hasn't snowed for more than a week now, and the snow on the ground is not so thick and not so fresh anymore.

We stood at the top of the hill and looked down for a few minutes, then LHC went down first. She seemed to do alright, and then disappeared beyond the crest of the hill. I decided to go down after her, before she climbed back up to the top of the hill. As I was sliding in a generally downward direction, I thought to myself, "self, it seems a little faster than last week." And so it was, because the entire hill was slick with refrozen snow. I zoomed past LHC, who was starting back up the hill, then realized I was heading for the trees, and at that point I decided to try and slow down. Apparently, my body's instinctive reflex was to throw myself backwards (but in the same direction as I was sliding in, since I had gotten turned around) off the slidey-disc, and land on my head.

I always listen to my instincts, so I went ahead and landed on the back of my head, making snow shoot down the back of my shirt, and simultaneously making my skull slightly throb in pain. Turns out that LHC had similarly landed on her head, and after that first run, we decided to find a smaller hill. Too bad all the smaller hills were covered in smaller people. Not wanting to look like losers sledding with all the 5-year-olds, we went and visited LHC's sister and her fiance instead. We played cribbage, and I lost. Thus ends my story, with a moral: don't hit the back of your head on the snow, because even though it looks soft and cushy, it's really hard, and will make you cold and wet as well.

Why I love Gmail

Because when you go to your spam mailbox, at the top of the page, it gives you links to recipes for things like "Spam and Linguini" or "Ginger Spam Salad." That feature alone makes it ten times better than any other email service.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

As far as I know, this isn't going to become a workout blog.

This whole "being a responsible adult" thing is totally a drag. Like, I'm supposed to be awake every day before noon? And during the wee morning hour of 8:30 I have to be at the gym? Expending energy? Ugh.

Well. I've made it the past three weeks, working out at least 3 times each week. I haven't died or fainted or broken any machines yet, and it seems to be getting a little easier to work out for an hour straight than it was three weeks ago, so I guess that's a good thing. I need to up the frequency of my workouts to every day, though. That's my current goal, which will probably take another three weeks to fulfill. After that I'll probably try out for the Olympics or something. You know, just to keep myself going.

Oh yeah, you know the other thing I don't like about being responsible? Reading stuff and being ready for classes. Also going to classes isn't fun. Well, I guess it IS fun, just, it isn't fun to decide to go. Pretty much anything that's good for me, it takes me like ALL of my willpower to get up and go do it. Like, I can be sitting in my room, thinking, "I can't possibly go to the gym today. I'm way too asleep and don't have enough time," but as long as I get shoved out the door by one of my roommates or by my guilt, I have a great time, not tired at all, completely fine with working out for an hour. Same with going to class or church or grocery shopping. Except for my class last night. I really was too tired for that, as I found out when I had the hardest time sitting upright in my chair for that hour and a half. Ugh.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

And I guess that's why they call it the blues

I just spent three hours sitting on the couch, watching some PBS shows on the Blues. It was truly fascinating stuff, and I enjoyed it, but I found something odd about it. During one of the shows, they had various current musicians playing old songs by old musicians- they would show the current person singing and playing for a good thirty seconds, then their name and the name of the song would pop up on the screen. Anyway, as I was sitting there watching, they showed an older, red-haired woman singing. I looked at her, and thought to myself, "that's Bonnie Raitt." Turns out, hey, I was right! The odd thing is, I don't really know who Bonnie Raitt is. I don't know what kind of music she generally plays, I don't know what her voice sounds like. I have no idea how it is I recognize her face and place her name with it, when I know absolutely nothing about her. And that, my friends, is my slightly interesting story for the day.

Friday, January 20, 2006

You learn something new every day

Really, you do. My roommates and I are always getting into conversations that lead us to discover some fun difference or other about our cultures. My Fun Fact For the Day has to do with climate, rather than culture: it gets colder when it's sunny out, and warmer when it's cloudy and snowy. This is because the clouds help insulate everything and keep the warm air close to the ground, and when there's no clouds, the warm air just shoots up into space, making us cold. I also note that it was like thirteen degrees colder today at noon than it is right now, at midnight. For a person raised in the southwest states, this is confusing beyond belief.

Also? I check beneath my window every night, and there's an increasing amount of snowmonster bunny tracks in the snow around the plants. I keep a careful eye out, but have yet to observe the snowmonster bunnies in action. Rest assured, though, that if I do see them, you, the internet, will be the first to know. I've sometimes been accused of sticking commas into places where they don't belong. I think the fact that I just used 5 in one sentence may prove my guilt. My name is Violasaint, and I'm a Commaholic.

Hey, that makes me think- WHY, if it's called "Alcoholics Anonymous," does everybody get up and the first thing they say is their name? I guess they don't say their last name, but still. Let's keep it anonymous, folks.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Horror of Horrors!

I had a terrible nightmare last night. I actually had several interesting dreams last night, but I only remember this one in such vivid detail because it was so disturbing. I dreamt I was in a backyard, just kind of sitting around doing nothing, and I fell asleep out there. As I fell asleep, I vaguely saw a ladybug land on the ground in front of me, towards my right.

When I woke up in the yard, I saw with my sleepy, foggy eyes a moving red blob. Focusing my eyes on the blob, I realized that the ladybug had multiplied, and there were thousands of ladybugs in a horrible, writhing mass! As if this wasn't awful enough, there were several of these masses all around the yard, most of them centered around some small, defenseless plant.

The most truly horrific part of the dream was as I turned away from this undulating scene of chaos. It was at this point that I noticed one more group of ladybugs around a bean plant I had apparently grown with love and care. The beans were eaten through, and had fallen on the ground. The ladybugs were HUGE. Huge, and spotless. As in, they didn't have any spots- they were pure red and pure evil. Evil ladybugs as big as your head. I turned and ran.

I awoke in my bed, sweating and breathing hard. Man, I am so glad that was only a dream.

Wednesday, January 4, 2006

Ell-oh-ell, man. Ell-oh-ell.

I went to the grocery store today with my roommates. We bought $200 worth of food, which is going to have to go for a long time, for how much it cost. Anyway, that isn't what I meant to talk about at all. What I meant to tell you is that when we were walking down the aisle, there was like a row of ketchup, and (really, I actually thought this, and meant it completely seriously) I thought to myself, "why in the world would people buy ketchup from the store, when they can get it from the hermit? I mean, come on! At the mall, it costs like 100 meat, while a hermit permit is only 30 meat! What a bargain!"

Then I stopped, and realized that I've been playing like WAY too much KoL.

Monday, January 2, 2006

This is for you, Uffish.

Here I am, updating my blog instead of packing. Just to make you happy. I am sad that I couldn't go spelunking with you this christmas, and I am also sad that we couldn't go see Pride and Prejudice. Sigh. On the other hand, I'm very much looking forward to my next semester at the University of Parts Unknown, and hoping it doesn't go as fast as the first semester did. If it does, I'll be back home in like, a week, and I really want to enjoy a longer-feeling time there. Because it's fun and nice there. I especially like it there because there is snow, and as you may have noticed, I enjoy playing in the snow. In fact, I plan to do fun snow activities the first weekend back. Tonight is my last night at home, and we're going to make casts of our hands, and go out to dinner, and my sister's going to come. I'm going to steal mass quantities of music from her, and mass quantities of recipes from my mom. Happy New Year, and I'll see you maybe sometime this summer, depending on both of our schedules.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Uh, weird.

I was just looking through my old yearbooks, because I told my roommates I'd bring one to show them what my high school was like. I just noticed something: Molly and Will from my italian class a few semesters ago, who I think are so fun and interesting, went to my high school. (!!!!!!!!)

How messed up is it that my school was so big that I don't even recognize the faces of the people in my own graduating class? I find it truly fascinating that we sat together and did several projects together, and never figured this out. I'm sure they knew each other, but I don't think they knew that I went to the same school as them, either. Huh.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Home for the Holidays

It's good to be home. I love Parts Unknown, but I love home, too. And I feel so loved every time I run into someone I know- they're all happy to see me, and excited to hear how my life's been going the past few months. So if you're from home, gimme a call. I want to hear from you. If you're from Parts Unknown, don't worry! I'll be back there in January, and we can have a whole nother fun semester of hanging out and running around in the snow and stuff. Yes, I know you guys don't find the snow as fascinating as I do, but still. I need to go toboganning (sp?) and snowboarding and icefishing yet. Oh yes, and skating on the lake. We mustn't forget that one. I may or may not post again while I'm home, so if I don't, I wish you all the best of Christmases, and safe and happy New Years.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

2 Reasons why I'm royally pissed off at Cory

1. He broke my speakers for my iPod. My roommate's iPod was on it, and he had it turned up really loud, and the phone rang. Instead of turning the music off, he forcibly ripped the iPod off of the dock so he could speak on the phone without background noise. This didn't completely ruin the speakers. They still play music, but they don't charge the iPod, and that's one of the things I love about my speakers. And now they don't do it! Frickin want to throw my shoe at him.

2. He made me get mad for the first time in four months. I haven't had a truly bad day in four months, and he ruined my happy streak. For this, I want to throw my other shoe at him. Preferably, a pair of steel-toed doc martens. Thank you, Cory, for making me mad. This is totally the week when I want something more to go wrong, right when I'm stressed about doing finals and getting everything done and figuring out how to get through customs and three airports to get home. I need to go to bed, because writing this blog is not cathartic. It instead is making me more angry and more wanting to do something harmful to him.

Good night, internet. Don't worry too much about me. This is really going to be a good week- I've got fun stuff I'm doing after my finals, and I'm going home soon, so just talk to me in a few days once I'm done stressing and beginning to enjoy my Christmas break.

Saturday, December 3, 2005

Wow.

I'm pretty amazed. I never knew that drunk people could articulate words in song so quickly.

In other news, the snow continues to fall, and I continue to like it. I'm going to send out Christmas cards on monday. Christmas cards, like snow, make me happy.

Friday, December 2, 2005

Why I love Parts Unknown

Because I just spent an afternoon walking around downtown, shopping. I went with one of my roommates, and we spent a long time in a record/movie/book store, and we bought some hot chocolate, and we window shopped and bought christmas presents and got some dinner and then went exhaustedly to walmart for some groceries. I love it here because you can spend a wonderfully cold day just going around doing nothing, and not knowing what time it is, and feeling your nosehairs freeze, watching your breath rise above you, and then go home to be warm in pj's and watch a movie. That's what I'm going to do right now. I hope you all have as good of a day as I am having.

Thursday, December 1, 2005

I am so very Not Happy

I guess it's kind of my fault. I always had to plug in my computer in a plug further to the left of where I was sitting. If I had plugged it into a socket to my right, this never would have happened. Or maybe it's Apple's fault. Why did you put the power cord thingy coming out of the right hand side of the iBook? And come to think of it, why is the usb and firewire port and everything else on the left hand side? Kay, think about it. Most people are used to using their right hand for the mouse. But having the usb on the left side makes mousing all obnoxiously problematic, cause you have to find a cord long enough to go around the back of your computer. But a cord that long makes it tough to keep tidy and un-cordy. Alright, Apple, it's totally your fault. You need to put all the usb and crap on the right side, and the power on the left, and then I could mouse happily and my frickin power cord wouldn't have to perpetually bend in the same spot to the point of breaking the casing open, exposing the wires, and eventually becoming totally nonfunctional. Why, Steve Jobs, why? Why did you have to put the usb on the left hand side? While I'm berating you, why don't you have an apple store in every capital city in North America? Cause if you did, my life would totally suck less right now when I have to use these nasty Old Dells in the computer room to write my term papers. Not that I'm writing them anyway, cause I'm too bitter and annoyed and I need to tell the internet about how annoying my life is. Two weeks until I go home; two weeks until I can get to an apple store and get a new power cord. Two weeks of PC torture.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

57 Bobby Pins

And when you're picking them out of sticky, day-old hairsprayed hair, that's all noodly and confusing, it takes you a dang long time. It was still worth it.

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder


This was my favorite quote from this evening. No, I didn't drink any, although I smelled it. It smelled like Listerene, and from what I heard, it tasted like it, too. Anyway. The evening was perfect in its imperfections. Main imperfection: my dress never arrived in the mail. Go figure. Stupid postal service hates me and doesn't want me to go to masquerades. So today was a fun rush to borrow a dressy skirt, and a quick (amazingly quick) trip to purchase a dressy shirt, shrug, nylons and shoes (I bought shoes, mom! Pretty ones, that make me look good! Aren't you proud of me?). I ended up looking a whole lot nicer than I expected to, and my roommates did my hair to make me look like... fancy. They did my hair, then "booted 'er outta there" to get home for the weekend, leaving me with the task of getting dressed and makeuped on my own. I never thought I was good at doing makeup, but I looked prooty hot tonight. I was actually sad that I was going to wear a mask, because my face looked so nice! But the mask made the whole outfit that much more fun, and I did spend a good portion of the evening with the mask pushed up to the top of my forehead so I could see.

We had a lovely formal dinner, a fun speaker who gave a witty account of Edgar Allen Poe's life (the evening was called the Masque of the Red Death), door prizes (none of our party won anything), and great "19th century games," such as charades and do you love your neighbor. I didn't know that those games were such classical things, but we had good fun playing. The Outgoing Mexican lost another earring tonight, for which we are sad, but other than that and the fact that I was in an unexpected outfit, the night went perfectly. Once we got tired of the masquerade, we ran back to my car ("oh, it's not that cold out here..." *wind* "oooh, now it is- run, run!") and drove home to watch the Princess Bride up in my apartment. After the movie, the Outgoing Mexican realized that her earring was lost, and we went back to my car to look for it, to no avail. And now I'm writing about it all at 3:30 in the morning, with my hair all still done up and makeup clinging to my face. I'm too tired to undo it all, so I fear that I'll just have to go to bed like this, and wash the makeup and hairspray off my pillowcase in the morning.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Thanksgiving will be excellent

The picture, so you all know, is taken from the driveway of the house I stay at when I'm in Parts Moreknown. It was a really nice weekend- barely cold at all, no snow, sunny the whole time.

I'm gearing up to give my roommates and some other friends a great thanksgiving. I'm still waiting on how to make gravy from my mom, but other than that I've got everything covered. Trying to gather everything up and get organized so that when I start cooking, I know what all I have to do, and not forget anything or whatever. I'm mad at iTunes, though. I'm trying to buy Alice's Restaurant, because thanksgiving isn't complete without it, but it won't let me purchase it, and it's really starting to make me annoyed. Happy tuesday, everybody! Maybe I'll go watch Harry Potter tonight. Seems like the whole world has already seen it. I'm already mad at one roommate, three friends, and the entire city of Parts Unknown for seeing it without me. Anybody else seen it yet? Can I be mad at you too?

Oh- Mom and Dad, I've made something of a christmas list. I'm going to try and get it to you tonight or tomorrow. We've been decorating our apartment in christmas stuff. Last night we painted christmas tree balls, and today we're making a tree out of clothes hangers, and my one roommate and I are going to do a library class where you decorate a frosted ornament. Oh yeah! I got a library card! I'm so excited! I even checked two movies out yesterday. I already watched them, too. Very fun.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Yay!

When I went to Parts Moreknown a while ago, it was an Expedition. This weekend I went again, and this time it was a Visit. You have no idea how happy that makes me. I have friends in a city I've never lived in! And they're awesome friends. We had a party and a bunch of people came and we played games and talked and stayed up till all hours of the night. After most of the people had left, those of us who remained went upstairs and did a group scripture study that was pretty amazing.

The first time I went to that city, I saw this cool ad for 7up painted on the brick wall of a building, all old and faded and stuff. I vowed to take a picture of it the next time I went there. I didn't take the picture this time. Even though we drove by it like three times. You know what this means? I'm going to have to go again in like three weeks. That's what it means. Plus, I want to do some Christmas shopping up there, and my friend from Parts Unknown wants to show me Faraway Parts, the city she lived in about a year ago, which is about an hour and a half north of Parts Moreknown. Am I confusing you yet? Good. Anyway. We're going to try and bring the Outgoing Mexican along with us this next time, because she still hasn't been to Parts Moreknown.

And now, I have to hit the showers before it's time to go to class again. Cause my hair seriously needs some washing.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

I've almost mastered the art of bubblegum bubble blowing

What I have not mastered at all, however, is how to not get sticky gum-film all over the outside of my mouth, nose and chin. Seriously unpleasant.


Now for the cool part of the post. So I've spent about 20 hours during the last two weeks in the library and the study room. I go to these places because it's harder to get distracted there, and I had two 10-page papers to write. These were hard papers. Research papers. I had to like, read these academic books that were written by sociologists 100 years ago. Like 15 of these type of books, all told. So I spent some major time studying. And writing. I found that it's better to read in the library, and write in the study room. The library is comfy and stylish and book-smelling. I sit on the 6th floor, which has a great view of the lake, and it's fun to look out the window while it's snowing. It also has these couches. Are they not so modern and 50's looking? It's like the breakroom on the starship Enterprise, or something. In other words, the sixth floor of the library is the most wonderful place on earth to sit and read for hours on end. But it's too stimulating to try and think up my own thoughts in. So when it's time to write, I go back to my apartment building, up to the fourth floor where the most boring room in the world exists: the study room. It's a room with tile floors and hard chairs and some boring tables and white walls. You sit there, and your options are 1. writing your paper and 2. staring at the wall. So you write your paper, and it gets done in maybe like five hours instead of like ten or fifteen hours.

Now that the past two weeks are done, I'm feeling excited and happy. They were my school-dominated weeks, and the next two weeks are going to be my social-dominated weeks. I'm doing fun things all the next week, and then the week after, I'm going to throw a Thanksgiving for my roommates and some other friends. I'm very excited. I can't wait to make pies, and do a turkey, and eat stuffing. Roommate #1 and Semi-Roomie are making fun of me for wanting to make a pie and stuffing and mashed potatoes from scratch. They say that here in Parts Unknown, you buy the pie, and you use StoveTop stuffing. Fortunately for me, the evening is being billed as my American Thanksgiving, so what I say goes. Why would you buy a crappy store-made pumpkin pie? I may opt for the stovetop stuffing just for simplicity and cost effectiveness. But definately a homemade pie.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

You know your life has changed for the better when...

You spend two nights in a row playing board games with two different groups of people in parties that don't break up till two in the morning. And you eat enchiladas on the second day.

Tonight I played games with the Christians at the house of (holding out on a name for this one: the jury's still out on his character, personality and outstanding features). Very nice house, though. And tonight, I became a man (in a coming-of-age sort of way, not in a sex-change sort of way). Or rather, I finally played Settlers of Catan. The guys used to always play it when they came for game night in my old apartment back home, but I was always too interested in playing boggle or uno or whatever to try. Plus, I was afraid it'd be confusing or stupid or something. I was wrong. It's a pretty fun game- it's a good bit like monopoly, only more interesting and not as long, a bit like risk, something like pit, and all kinds of cool. I plan on involving myself in more games of Settlers, whenever it's convenient. It's also safer feeling- games like Taboo are loud and fun and great for bunches of people, but I kind of like the non-frantic, slow paced, very limited group you get with Settlers. Nice way to spend an hour with three other people. Oh, and I lost, but only because I opened my big mouth a round before I would have won. Anyway. It's time for me to go to bed, if i'm going to be awake for any of the morning hours tomorrow. Or I could just sleep till noon again like I did today. I love this whole not-having-a-job thing, because it means that weekends are really times when I can relax and do not much.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Photos are working again


Today it is completely clear and sunny, and dry, and not really cold at all. But Tuesday, it snowed. And Outgoing Mexican and I had a snowball fight, and made snow angels, and made a snowman (he's the one in the middle). Now, when I proudly showed this picture to my roommates, they laughed at me: "Snowmen are supposed to be three balls, not a big lump!" Well, excuuuuuse me. I thought he was pretty darn cool. We even gave him coin eyes and a pinecone nose. Not to mention a hat and scarf and gloves.

While we were making the snowman, two other Mexicans joined us. Why have I never met them before? Why have I not even heard about them? Kind of like how I learned of a few English people lately, too. It's sad that they don't come to all the fun stuff with us when we go places or have parties or what have you. Anyway. So when the two Lesser Mssrs joined us, we decided to throw some more snowballs, since it's more fun when you have more choices of who to hit. So we had a somewhat larger snowfight, then realized that half of us couldn't feel our fingers (I was wearing gloves, and was quite comfortable). So we all trooped up to my apartment and had hot chocolate. It was a fun night.

Ooh! Ooh! So they have this thing called Remembrance Day here. It's like Veteren's Day back home, only here they have like services and stuff, and the whole week before, everybody walks around wearing these fake red flowers (Poppies- you know, like "in Flanders fields the poppies grow...") pinned to their jackets and stuff. I went and gave a donation and got my poppy yesterday. I feel so patriotic, or something. I'm glad I did it. So also today we have no school, which is good because there was a planned power outage this morning that I forgot about when setting my alarm clock last night, and I didn't wake up until noon, since I didn't go to bed till about 3.

Last night I had some friends over. (I have friends! And I invited them over! And they came!) We played a whole lot of Uno, and I made a cake, and we talked, and I introduced people around, and we ended up watching a movie at the end of the night. Then my roommate came home with one of her friends (one of our two semi-roommates), and most everybody left except the Long Haired Christian (I sure do love making up names for people. Is that one ok, LHC?). Me and Roomie #1 and Semi-Roomie and LHC stayed up and colored coloring pages that they printed out. I colored a ninja turtle, and a cinderella, and a smurfette. And I learned that colored pencils are not colored pencils, but pencil-crayons. We had a fight about which was the most appropriate name for them. The fight ended when they pointed out that I chose to live here, so I have to assimilate into their culture.

Oh, and by the way, there was a reason for the coloring pages. Semi-Roomie's birthday is coming up, and they're going to make invitation cards with a colored page on each. I think it's a fun idea.

Tuesday, November 8, 2005

Blogger hates me

Ok, so I don't post that often. The one time I've got something I really want to talk about, and show you, blogger gets all stupid about the photo thing, and won't upload my picture. The whole post is pretty much worthless without the picture. So you guys get nothing. Really. I was actually going to write out a fun story, and tell you all kinds of cool stuff, and make my post more than a sentence long, but no. Maybe I'll still feel like talking later when blogger feels like cooperating. Maybe.

Friday, November 4, 2005

Holy It's Still Snowing, Batman!

I'm not used to precipitation that hangs around and keeps going for hours on end. I'm used to rain that comes for maybe fifteen minutes, then moves on and you don't get rain again for a month. This is insane and cool. Today I walked outside into the snow. It was so cute! Like down feathers, or powdered sugar or something. I will admit, though, that when it's windy, a snowflake in the eye is fairly unpleasant. Not that it's cold or anything, just that you can't see very well. It's like a bug in the eye, only gentler and it doesn't leave bug guts in your eye. Also, thanks mom and dad for the scarf. I still haven't had time to knit one for myself (I just finished the one for the underpriveledged children), so this'll be good to have between now and when I make my own. When I got the package, I thought mom had accidentally mailed me an empty box, cause the fleece is so light. I was about to laugh, when I opened it and saw the scarf.

Thursday, November 3, 2005

Holy SNOW, Batman!


Yes, it has happened.

Brief Interlude


I'm partway through writing a hugely long paper, and just thought I'd show you all what I saw when I looked out my bedroom window this morning. Yes, folks, the trees, they were white. So was the grass, and so were the edges of the leaves on the cute little bushes that have big red berry things. No, it wasn't snow (although I hear it has snowed in Parts Moreknown this morning, so it's only a matter of time. Short time, I hope). It was frost. And isn't it the prettiest thing ever? On the downside, when I went to my car last night to drive to the movies, I was required to borrow an ice scraper to make my windows see-throughable. Guess I need to go buy one of my own, in case there isn't someone around to lend me one next time.