I find it interesting how in the fall, when the temperature drops to about 55 degrees, us Michiganders start wearing coats and putting on tennis shoes and packing away the shorts, but after winter, as soon as it hits 40, I see people all over campus in flip flops and shorts. It's really pretty great actually. I wore flip flops for the first time Monday, but my qualifications were that it had to at least be 45. I did wear shorts today too. It seemed warm enough.
I like the time of year when you can taste a little spring in the air. The snow is melting, and only the big piles are left, though they're much smaller. I'd almost forgotten how wonderful the sun was. I think it's been at least a week since I have shivered while walking to class or to dinner. I really think winter should be illegal. About 5 in 100 people actually like it, and 4 of those 5 are under the age of 12, which is the age before you have to shovel it, clean it off your car, or drive through it. And the other one is Marissa. That's just my take anyway. All in favor say "aye."
I am at home now for SPRING BREAK!!! I'm pretty sure this is the first spring break in a long time that it hasn't been snowing, or least considerably colder. Last year this time, I was in New York City doing street ministry. I'm pretty sure it was like 12 degrees most of the time. Right now, in New York City, it's about 40, which isn't exactly a huge heat wave, but it's WAY warmer than when we were there. I wonder what New York City is like when you can actually feel your extremities. I miss New York City.
Today I packed up my room and drove home. I watched Michigan State lose, which was pretty sad. But it's okay, because I'm too excited about the next coming days to let it bother me too much. For tomorrow I leave for (da da da da) TEX-AS!!!
I'm roadtripping with my parents. Quite literally road tripping. We're not driving straight there and straight back. We're stopping quite a bit, but I'm excited to see more of the country. A lot of my Spring Break will be spent in a car, either watching movies on the newly purchased Lehman Portable DVD Player, reading and highlighting a 45-page source on prostitution in Thailand, or skimming through a Philosophy or Popular Culture textbook. Probably some sleeping too, I would imagine. But my backpack is bursting at the seams with books and papers and such that need to be read, written, or graded. A little different than the days when I would bring play-doh and crayons, but that's life. Actually, I need to burn a couple CD's to listen to for my driving shifts, and I need to charge my camera battery so I can take some pictures.
By this time tomorrow, I will have made my way through Ohio and minimally explored Nashville, Tennessee. We're leaving at about 10 a.m., give or take a few trips down and up the driveway. I'm not sure my family has successfully made it out of the driveway without remembering something we had forgotten and turning back. I kind of like it that way. What's life without some quirks that you can count on?
Well I will certainly try to blog on the Lehman journey to Texas. I used to feel bad calling our vacations "Lehman" excursions because my sister was technically a Lehman too, (and we haven't gone on a full-family vacation since I was in fourth grade.) However, Kathy is a Smith now, as of May, and Kris has been a Breidenstein for quite awhile. I am the only Lehman girl left. So it truly is a Lehman journey : )
I am going to watch new office episodes, mainly Pam having her baby, and perhaps an episode of King of the Hill to get me ready for Texas, and then I will call it a day. Peace and blessins.
Happy Trails to you.....
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Boring Blog.... it's titled, happy bri?
Oh mylanta am I behind...
Well let's see here... quick catch up:
-Thursday; i don't remember much. oh. well, i went swimming, found out about the writing assessment test. i passed but i was NOT happy with the score i got. jerks. jammed with wes, and then stayed up until the sun rose and then went to bed. at 7:30 am. and slept til like 3. that was interesting. latest ive ever stayed up in my life i'm pretty sure.
-Friday: Bri and Rae came over. we ate squash soup. and watched julie and julia. well bri and i did anyway. rae was in and out.
-Saturday: went to Kacie and JD's bball games. they're ballers. went to kris's. ate pizza, played the wii with JD, came back. stalked a spider for 45 minutes b/c rae and i were too scared to kill it til livia got there. wrestled rae, haha, made an AMAZING orio pudding pie (as well as omelettes,) and watched dodgeball.
-Sunday: ate more soup, hung out at home with rae and bri, came back to school, and did up some hw. well sparknotes anyway : ) also bought a bikini.
-Monday: GOT A SWEET GRADE ON MY PHILOSOPHY PAPER!!! SUCK IT WRITING ASSESSMENT GRADERS!!!! ummm yeah. read about some genocide. that was interesting actually. scorekept for 2 hours, watched someone blow chunks everywhere, got out of reffing, picked on heidi and the natural peanut butter, watched someone juggle fire, and watched bri's nose bleed everywhere. went to bed wayyy too late. mmhmm
-Tuesday: i went to international human rights, then to HPR, then to lunch. took a super long and needed nap. went to choir (we're screwed) and pulled notes out of my butt and laughed at livesay making up meanings to words that don't even exist within the song. oh those evening tides. ate some dinner with the Jessica Clarke who sacrificially fit us into her schedule. haha. went to night class and the played some basketball. now working on studying for my philosophy exam. sooooooo boring blog. bummer yo. lo siento. peace out
Well let's see here... quick catch up:
-Thursday; i don't remember much. oh. well, i went swimming, found out about the writing assessment test. i passed but i was NOT happy with the score i got. jerks. jammed with wes, and then stayed up until the sun rose and then went to bed. at 7:30 am. and slept til like 3. that was interesting. latest ive ever stayed up in my life i'm pretty sure.
-Friday: Bri and Rae came over. we ate squash soup. and watched julie and julia. well bri and i did anyway. rae was in and out.
-Saturday: went to Kacie and JD's bball games. they're ballers. went to kris's. ate pizza, played the wii with JD, came back. stalked a spider for 45 minutes b/c rae and i were too scared to kill it til livia got there. wrestled rae, haha, made an AMAZING orio pudding pie (as well as omelettes,) and watched dodgeball.
-Sunday: ate more soup, hung out at home with rae and bri, came back to school, and did up some hw. well sparknotes anyway : ) also bought a bikini.
-Monday: GOT A SWEET GRADE ON MY PHILOSOPHY PAPER!!! SUCK IT WRITING ASSESSMENT GRADERS!!!! ummm yeah. read about some genocide. that was interesting actually. scorekept for 2 hours, watched someone blow chunks everywhere, got out of reffing, picked on heidi and the natural peanut butter, watched someone juggle fire, and watched bri's nose bleed everywhere. went to bed wayyy too late. mmhmm
-Tuesday: i went to international human rights, then to HPR, then to lunch. took a super long and needed nap. went to choir (we're screwed) and pulled notes out of my butt and laughed at livesay making up meanings to words that don't even exist within the song. oh those evening tides. ate some dinner with the Jessica Clarke who sacrificially fit us into her schedule. haha. went to night class and the played some basketball. now working on studying for my philosophy exam. sooooooo boring blog. bummer yo. lo siento. peace out
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Ooh da lolly ooh da lolly golly what a day....
I couldn't think of any other way to start this, so that seemed sufficient.
Today was the Focus series, which was nice because I did get to sleep in until 10:30, but I still only got about 7 hours of sleep and then had to sit through 3 hour long speakers today. They were interesting, though there didn't seem to be a whole lot of disagreement, like there was last year, which disappointed me a little bit. I think what I'd really like to see would be a panel with the social work/sociology department versus Gary Britten and other dudes like that. Anyway. The one guy was Tomas something-or-others, some economic guru from the Czech Republic who helped them transition from communism to capitalism. He was really smart and interesting. I was expected a Latino guy when I heard Tomas, but he was very much white and had red, course hair, almost like dreads. He also really liked to talk about the Matrix. There some other dude who was the grandson of Oscar Mayer who gave away like a million dollars or something. And that about sums it up.
After the Focus stuff got over, Rae, Bri and I went to the gym to shoot around but it was kind of awkward because we were in the middle of a track practice. We went to dinner, but as soon as we got to the DC, my stomach started hurting and I felt dizzy and light headed with an increased heartrate. I called my mom and she calmed me down and talked me through two saltines and a bagel (which is a lot, and a long time when my acid reflux kicks up like it did.) I then proceeded to sleep for 2 and a half hours. Wowee. (I sound like my roommate, Madeline.) I woke up from my nap, ate two pb&j sandwiches that my roommate Bri generously made me, and went to basketball.
Tonight we played Muffitt, which was the team that I really had a vengance for after yesterday. We'll just put it this way: their ego is probably a sixteenth of the size that it was last night. It was a mighty Muffitt masacre. I think we beat them by something like 40 points, and we really didn't even try the second half. One of their two best players wasn't there tonight, but I'm still pretty confident that one player won't be able to make up a 30 point deficit. There was one girl in particular that t'd me off last night. She's their best player, and she scored probably just about all her points. She had it out for me too, which kind of made me laugh. I had some good moves tonight, but I also missed some two-footers, which is always very frustrating. I can just hear JT saying "You gotta finish! Ya gotta finish!" It was fun though, and we didn't try to run up the score or anything. I hardly even played defense the second half.
I've felt a sore throat coming on. I hope it decides to leave. Normally I wouldn't mind getting a cold cuz then I could skip classes, sleep, and watch movies, but this one happens to be coming closer to the weekend, and I'd much rather be sick during the week than on the weekend, especially because Rae and Bri are coming this weekend and we're going to watch Kacie and JD's final basketball games of the year. So hopefully it will be like Muffitt's pride, a one day sort of thing. Bri and I just watched a couple of episodes of Bones, and I once again made it on the highscorer page of bubbleshooter. Oh my pathetic life. I'm off to bed now! So long
I couldn't think of any other way to start this, so that seemed sufficient.
Today was the Focus series, which was nice because I did get to sleep in until 10:30, but I still only got about 7 hours of sleep and then had to sit through 3 hour long speakers today. They were interesting, though there didn't seem to be a whole lot of disagreement, like there was last year, which disappointed me a little bit. I think what I'd really like to see would be a panel with the social work/sociology department versus Gary Britten and other dudes like that. Anyway. The one guy was Tomas something-or-others, some economic guru from the Czech Republic who helped them transition from communism to capitalism. He was really smart and interesting. I was expected a Latino guy when I heard Tomas, but he was very much white and had red, course hair, almost like dreads. He also really liked to talk about the Matrix. There some other dude who was the grandson of Oscar Mayer who gave away like a million dollars or something. And that about sums it up.
After the Focus stuff got over, Rae, Bri and I went to the gym to shoot around but it was kind of awkward because we were in the middle of a track practice. We went to dinner, but as soon as we got to the DC, my stomach started hurting and I felt dizzy and light headed with an increased heartrate. I called my mom and she calmed me down and talked me through two saltines and a bagel (which is a lot, and a long time when my acid reflux kicks up like it did.) I then proceeded to sleep for 2 and a half hours. Wowee. (I sound like my roommate, Madeline.) I woke up from my nap, ate two pb&j sandwiches that my roommate Bri generously made me, and went to basketball.
Tonight we played Muffitt, which was the team that I really had a vengance for after yesterday. We'll just put it this way: their ego is probably a sixteenth of the size that it was last night. It was a mighty Muffitt masacre. I think we beat them by something like 40 points, and we really didn't even try the second half. One of their two best players wasn't there tonight, but I'm still pretty confident that one player won't be able to make up a 30 point deficit. There was one girl in particular that t'd me off last night. She's their best player, and she scored probably just about all her points. She had it out for me too, which kind of made me laugh. I had some good moves tonight, but I also missed some two-footers, which is always very frustrating. I can just hear JT saying "You gotta finish! Ya gotta finish!" It was fun though, and we didn't try to run up the score or anything. I hardly even played defense the second half.
I've felt a sore throat coming on. I hope it decides to leave. Normally I wouldn't mind getting a cold cuz then I could skip classes, sleep, and watch movies, but this one happens to be coming closer to the weekend, and I'd much rather be sick during the week than on the weekend, especially because Rae and Bri are coming this weekend and we're going to watch Kacie and JD's final basketball games of the year. So hopefully it will be like Muffitt's pride, a one day sort of thing. Bri and I just watched a couple of episodes of Bones, and I once again made it on the highscorer page of bubbleshooter. Oh my pathetic life. I'm off to bed now! So long
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
It's a Wonder Jesus Didn't Weep More
Today was an interesting day to say the least. I'm going to be brief, and actually start with the middle of my day. After HPR and lunch, Rae came into the room when I was studying for Marriage and Family probably about 1 or 2. We chit-chatted a bit, and she happened to mention she only got 3 hours of sleep. I told her she was going to die of sleep deprivation, to which she replied, "But I'm not even tired." I gave her "the glance," to which she replied, "Fine. I'll take an hour nap," as if she was doing me a favor. She then fell asleep, within 5 minutes, pretty much in a sitting-up position. She slept from then until sometime after 4, after I had left for choir. Silly goose.
Once again, choir made me quite sad. We ran over some of the old songs, and those sounded pretty good. Well, accurate anyway. But the new songs aren't even accurate, let along memorized and expressionate. I feel that we could possibly be humiliated on choir tour. I miss high school choir oh so much...
I think the Marriage and Family test went alright. I pretty much wrote a novel for the essays. I hate tests with more than like, 2 essays. I guess this one only had 3, but I thought I was gonna write my poor little hand right off. Afterwards, I went to one of the opening Focus series workshops. It was pretty interesting, despite the people near me being quite obnoxious, but we won't get into that for fear that I could get in trouble.... I just wish a certain friend of mine would wisen up. We'll put it at that. It kind of makes me scared to fall in love, because love is capable of blinding.
I scorekept for basketball tonight, Gainey South against Muffitt. Muffitt killed them, poor things, and of course Muffitt thinks they're all hot to trot. I can't WAIT to play them and show them what's up. I suppose I shouldn't get ahead of myself, but I'm really not too concerned. They're on top of the world, too, after winning both hockey and volleyball. I feel like it is the stark opposite of last year. But I am quite excited to play them in basketball.
So now to the beginning of my day. I woke up, pretty groggy because I was maybe lucky to have caught five hours of sleep last night. I knew we would have a sub today, so I was just hoping I wouldn't fall asleep during the movie. I had no idea what to expect.
We watched Schindler's List. It was possibly the most horrific thing that I have ever watched. I couldn't watch. I couldn't even listen. I was shaking. I couldn't fathom such a thing as being a reality. Not only years ago during World War II, but still occurring in countries today. I cannot fathom it. I couldn't even watch a movie that portrayed it. I'm not sure how men can actually take part in it, and not feel anything. Evil is a terrifying thing. I just wanted to cry. All I could think was "God, make it stop make it stop!" The worst thing was that I could not find any source of redemption, and source of light. Sure, the war ended, but it ended far too late. I'm still pretty shaken up by it. This is what I wrote in my HPR notebook afterward:
"There may be a million reasons to smile, but there are also a million reasons to weep. It is easy, perhaps essential, for humanity to bury beneath the lies that depravity does not exist. Once you allowed to see the truth, you cannot be the same, at least not for awhile. Though truth does set free, It's not necessarily the kind of freedom you hope for. We rise, we sleep, we work, we eat, we turn oxygen into carbon dioxide. But we also kill and cheat and lie and steal and tear each other apart, limb from limb. Worst of all, we justify. We justify the way we destroy each other, the way we destroy those with whom we share humanity. We bury beneath the lie that we could never do such a thing and that we are not involved in the problem. Each of us is capable of and active int he evils that scar this world. That is the cold, hard, earth-shattering truth. It is the truth of original sin, the innate human instinct of evil. It is not healthy to hide so deep beneath the lies, and the longer we do, the worse it gets at the surface, the worse it gets in reality. However, just as it is unhealthy to live under the lies that everything is okay, it is unhealthy to live beneath the lie that nothing can be done. Thanks be to God, there is grace. There is grace that pulls us out of the bottom of the well. There is grace as a gasp of air just before we drown in the fallen state of the world we created. For every evil, there is a chance for good. And only by the grace of God may we take it."
That's all I got down. Perhaps I'll expand at some point. But that is what I got out of today. There's still so much question I have in my mind. Hopefully I can sleep tonight.
Once again, choir made me quite sad. We ran over some of the old songs, and those sounded pretty good. Well, accurate anyway. But the new songs aren't even accurate, let along memorized and expressionate. I feel that we could possibly be humiliated on choir tour. I miss high school choir oh so much...
I think the Marriage and Family test went alright. I pretty much wrote a novel for the essays. I hate tests with more than like, 2 essays. I guess this one only had 3, but I thought I was gonna write my poor little hand right off. Afterwards, I went to one of the opening Focus series workshops. It was pretty interesting, despite the people near me being quite obnoxious, but we won't get into that for fear that I could get in trouble.... I just wish a certain friend of mine would wisen up. We'll put it at that. It kind of makes me scared to fall in love, because love is capable of blinding.
I scorekept for basketball tonight, Gainey South against Muffitt. Muffitt killed them, poor things, and of course Muffitt thinks they're all hot to trot. I can't WAIT to play them and show them what's up. I suppose I shouldn't get ahead of myself, but I'm really not too concerned. They're on top of the world, too, after winning both hockey and volleyball. I feel like it is the stark opposite of last year. But I am quite excited to play them in basketball.
So now to the beginning of my day. I woke up, pretty groggy because I was maybe lucky to have caught five hours of sleep last night. I knew we would have a sub today, so I was just hoping I wouldn't fall asleep during the movie. I had no idea what to expect.
We watched Schindler's List. It was possibly the most horrific thing that I have ever watched. I couldn't watch. I couldn't even listen. I was shaking. I couldn't fathom such a thing as being a reality. Not only years ago during World War II, but still occurring in countries today. I cannot fathom it. I couldn't even watch a movie that portrayed it. I'm not sure how men can actually take part in it, and not feel anything. Evil is a terrifying thing. I just wanted to cry. All I could think was "God, make it stop make it stop!" The worst thing was that I could not find any source of redemption, and source of light. Sure, the war ended, but it ended far too late. I'm still pretty shaken up by it. This is what I wrote in my HPR notebook afterward:
"There may be a million reasons to smile, but there are also a million reasons to weep. It is easy, perhaps essential, for humanity to bury beneath the lies that depravity does not exist. Once you allowed to see the truth, you cannot be the same, at least not for awhile. Though truth does set free, It's not necessarily the kind of freedom you hope for. We rise, we sleep, we work, we eat, we turn oxygen into carbon dioxide. But we also kill and cheat and lie and steal and tear each other apart, limb from limb. Worst of all, we justify. We justify the way we destroy each other, the way we destroy those with whom we share humanity. We bury beneath the lie that we could never do such a thing and that we are not involved in the problem. Each of us is capable of and active int he evils that scar this world. That is the cold, hard, earth-shattering truth. It is the truth of original sin, the innate human instinct of evil. It is not healthy to hide so deep beneath the lies, and the longer we do, the worse it gets at the surface, the worse it gets in reality. However, just as it is unhealthy to live under the lies that everything is okay, it is unhealthy to live beneath the lie that nothing can be done. Thanks be to God, there is grace. There is grace that pulls us out of the bottom of the well. There is grace as a gasp of air just before we drown in the fallen state of the world we created. For every evil, there is a chance for good. And only by the grace of God may we take it."
That's all I got down. Perhaps I'll expand at some point. But that is what I got out of today. There's still so much question I have in my mind. Hopefully I can sleep tonight.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Today was the first day of March, and I'm feeling pretty optomistic. The saying goes that March comes in like a lion and leaves like a lamb. Today wasn't too ferocious of a lion, so I'm pretty pumped to see the lamb. First of all, it was beautiful out today. The sun was out and it was warmer, which was very nice.
Today was my tech fast. I didn't feel too much "withdrawl symptoms" today like I have the other times, but I guess today was the worst for Bri. It started with chapel because they sat in a different location than usual, and it was dark when I walked in. I found a spot, and Jessie Hughey found me, so I survived. Chapel was alright. I'm pretty sure what the preacher said was pretty sweet, but I was somewhat distracted by my scribblings after the worship. Mostly negative. *Sigh* the weight of cynacism. I suppose I was already a little bothered because I was only two rows behind the "cute couple" row, and had perfect sight of another couple that I would rather prefer NOT to see. Such is life.
I went to class and lunch, played some guitarra which is always good, as well as some keys. Went to Popular Culture, which dragged on today, and then to choir, which was actually one of the worst classes in awhile. We ran sectionals on a song Livesay just introduced I believe last week. We have three weeks, 7 rehearsals until choir tour, one of those weeks being Spring Break, and he decided to introduce one of the hardest songs just last week, and expects it to be learned, polished, and memorized in 7 rehearsals. Good luck with that Livesay. It sounded basically horrible today. Oh the pain....
After that, we went to dinner, and then I took an hour nap. We went to open mic night for a bit, and then to basketball. I would say it safe to say (though it was only the first game) that Delpha is very likely a contender for the championship. We swept the floor with the Apartments/K Houses/Commuters, and won 60-28 (and either 4 or 6 of those 28 were given to them. Literally. In the last minute, Kip handed them the ball to go make layups.) There is no other team I would rather humiliate than them. I don't know if that's mean, but that is definitely how I feel. I had some good boards and good moves down below, and it felt so good to play again : )
I heard that tonight was a repeat of my senior year for Lansing Christian Girls Varsity. I feel for them, but it also makes me feel that I was not a failure as a captain. Perhaps this is terrible. Oh well.
Both Angie and Bri have had sore throats within the last week. I am hoping to not be the third...
Well I have to finish a little homework, but then I am OFF TO BED! : ) only to rise for my 9:20 class = / chances for a nap are slim tomorrow afternoon as well, but wednesday is Focus series, so I should be able to find some quality nap time that day. Here's hoping.
Peace
Today was my tech fast. I didn't feel too much "withdrawl symptoms" today like I have the other times, but I guess today was the worst for Bri. It started with chapel because they sat in a different location than usual, and it was dark when I walked in. I found a spot, and Jessie Hughey found me, so I survived. Chapel was alright. I'm pretty sure what the preacher said was pretty sweet, but I was somewhat distracted by my scribblings after the worship. Mostly negative. *Sigh* the weight of cynacism. I suppose I was already a little bothered because I was only two rows behind the "cute couple" row, and had perfect sight of another couple that I would rather prefer NOT to see. Such is life.
I went to class and lunch, played some guitarra which is always good, as well as some keys. Went to Popular Culture, which dragged on today, and then to choir, which was actually one of the worst classes in awhile. We ran sectionals on a song Livesay just introduced I believe last week. We have three weeks, 7 rehearsals until choir tour, one of those weeks being Spring Break, and he decided to introduce one of the hardest songs just last week, and expects it to be learned, polished, and memorized in 7 rehearsals. Good luck with that Livesay. It sounded basically horrible today. Oh the pain....
After that, we went to dinner, and then I took an hour nap. We went to open mic night for a bit, and then to basketball. I would say it safe to say (though it was only the first game) that Delpha is very likely a contender for the championship. We swept the floor with the Apartments/K Houses/Commuters, and won 60-28 (and either 4 or 6 of those 28 were given to them. Literally. In the last minute, Kip handed them the ball to go make layups.) There is no other team I would rather humiliate than them. I don't know if that's mean, but that is definitely how I feel. I had some good boards and good moves down below, and it felt so good to play again : )
I heard that tonight was a repeat of my senior year for Lansing Christian Girls Varsity. I feel for them, but it also makes me feel that I was not a failure as a captain. Perhaps this is terrible. Oh well.
Both Angie and Bri have had sore throats within the last week. I am hoping to not be the third...
Well I have to finish a little homework, but then I am OFF TO BED! : ) only to rise for my 9:20 class = / chances for a nap are slim tomorrow afternoon as well, but wednesday is Focus series, so I should be able to find some quality nap time that day. Here's hoping.
Peace
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Productive Weekends: My Least Favorite Kind
This past weekend wasn't necessarily my favorite, but it was relatively productive, and I suppose those are necessary now and then.
Friday was a fun day, and really the only free time of my weekend in which I did not feel guilty if I was doing something non-academic. Perhaps I should have felt more guilty, but that is not the point. I spent the evening with Rae, and we went to the Western basketball, where I met Rae's intimidating uncle, who turned out to be the girls varsity soccer coach (funny how worlds collide.) We went to the game to see Rae's cousin get crowned the Snowfest King, which I'm pretty sure means homecoming king. It was a little bit ironic because I had actually watched both Western teams a week before, only that time I was rooting against them. After that, we went back to Spring Arbor, and played about 2 and a half hours of volleyball. Had I known I was going to do that, I wouldn't have worked out as much as I did this past week, but I guess it was good for me. It was a lot of fun though, a good mixture of having fun but still taking it seriously. It was better than intramural volleyball too because I didn't have to wait in line in order to get into the rotation. I got to play the whole time. What's even better, I spent time with guys! I don't really know them that well, but they have penises nonetheless, which is refreshing. They were pretty funny too.
Bri and I came back from volleyball, went to Awaken 24, and watched AEon Flux, which was sort of a grown up version of spykids. Super bizarre, yet intriguing. It was also one of the shortest action films I've ever seen.
Saturday, I woke up, decided I couldn't afford to go to Calvin, and then went back to bed for an hour nap. After that, I went to the library with a list of 21 things to get done, of which after 5 hours of studying/working, 2 were accomplished. Ang, Bri, and I went to WalMart for like 2 hours, and then came back. Oh how entertaining any task is with those two. Bri and I watched Bones, and She's the Man while I debated the morality of tattoos via Frank Cugini's facebook status. Who'd-a thought?
Today, I woke up later than I expected to, and listened to a church sermon while in the shower, just in case my Grandma called to ask if I went to church. The sermon wasn't the best I had heard from that particular speaker, but the video it started out with was pretty powerful. I spent the majority of the day on the floor on my back, with my legs on the futon, either laying on a heating pad or a leaky bag of ice. I may have enjoyed 2 and a half hours of volleyball, but my body did not. I fear this means I am getting old, which I'm not too crazy about. I worked on homework/checked facebook/played bubbleshooter/did anything else that didn't mean homework just from that position just about all day. I got what needed to get done, done though. The grand 21-item list did not get anywhere near completed = / such is life I suppose. But the work for Monday and some of Tuesday was completed.
Well now I am off to bed, once again later than I had originally intended. Tomorrow probably will not be any better. I have to study for my Marriage and Family test, which I think is the only thing I have left to do for Tuesday, but I'm slightly terrified. Naomi Larsen seems to be a tough, no-nonsense woman. Seems a pretty common attitude for Sociology profs (Jeremy Norwood comes to mind.) I also am fasting my phone. Last day for the phone fast though. Hopefully I'll be able to find some time to eat pancakes and go to open mic night, perhaps even gather the courage to sing. Well, here's to a good night's rest.
Peace and balessens : )
Friday was a fun day, and really the only free time of my weekend in which I did not feel guilty if I was doing something non-academic. Perhaps I should have felt more guilty, but that is not the point. I spent the evening with Rae, and we went to the Western basketball, where I met Rae's intimidating uncle, who turned out to be the girls varsity soccer coach (funny how worlds collide.) We went to the game to see Rae's cousin get crowned the Snowfest King, which I'm pretty sure means homecoming king. It was a little bit ironic because I had actually watched both Western teams a week before, only that time I was rooting against them. After that, we went back to Spring Arbor, and played about 2 and a half hours of volleyball. Had I known I was going to do that, I wouldn't have worked out as much as I did this past week, but I guess it was good for me. It was a lot of fun though, a good mixture of having fun but still taking it seriously. It was better than intramural volleyball too because I didn't have to wait in line in order to get into the rotation. I got to play the whole time. What's even better, I spent time with guys! I don't really know them that well, but they have penises nonetheless, which is refreshing. They were pretty funny too.
Bri and I came back from volleyball, went to Awaken 24, and watched AEon Flux, which was sort of a grown up version of spykids. Super bizarre, yet intriguing. It was also one of the shortest action films I've ever seen.
Saturday, I woke up, decided I couldn't afford to go to Calvin, and then went back to bed for an hour nap. After that, I went to the library with a list of 21 things to get done, of which after 5 hours of studying/working, 2 were accomplished. Ang, Bri, and I went to WalMart for like 2 hours, and then came back. Oh how entertaining any task is with those two. Bri and I watched Bones, and She's the Man while I debated the morality of tattoos via Frank Cugini's facebook status. Who'd-a thought?
Today, I woke up later than I expected to, and listened to a church sermon while in the shower, just in case my Grandma called to ask if I went to church. The sermon wasn't the best I had heard from that particular speaker, but the video it started out with was pretty powerful. I spent the majority of the day on the floor on my back, with my legs on the futon, either laying on a heating pad or a leaky bag of ice. I may have enjoyed 2 and a half hours of volleyball, but my body did not. I fear this means I am getting old, which I'm not too crazy about. I worked on homework/checked facebook/played bubbleshooter/did anything else that didn't mean homework just from that position just about all day. I got what needed to get done, done though. The grand 21-item list did not get anywhere near completed = / such is life I suppose. But the work for Monday and some of Tuesday was completed.
Well now I am off to bed, once again later than I had originally intended. Tomorrow probably will not be any better. I have to study for my Marriage and Family test, which I think is the only thing I have left to do for Tuesday, but I'm slightly terrified. Naomi Larsen seems to be a tough, no-nonsense woman. Seems a pretty common attitude for Sociology profs (Jeremy Norwood comes to mind.) I also am fasting my phone. Last day for the phone fast though. Hopefully I'll be able to find some time to eat pancakes and go to open mic night, perhaps even gather the courage to sing. Well, here's to a good night's rest.
Peace and balessens : )
Monday, December 21, 2009
So, just as I believed, I failed in the motivation/free time department of blogging, and have sucked at updating. Normally, I would refrain from using "sucked" in my blogs, because I kind of aim to sound intelligent, but there really is no other word I can think of to use to describe my lack of entries.
Really, I've written a lot. I had a lot of papers to write, and actually, I've got some lyrics down for a couple songs, which is pretty impressive because it's been a couple years since I've really been inspired to write lots of music, more than one song every 6 months anyway. Then again, with a November like the November I just had, there's bound to be some type of artistic expression.
So what happened in my November? Well long story short, I thought I was dying of throat cancer, my boyfriend broke up with me, and my dog died. I was most devestated by the dog. I'm still soaking tissues for that one. I haven't cried over the boy since the night it happened. I kind of like it that way. Which perhaps points to the problem I've had with relationships...
Anyways. Perhaps it isn't so much the lack of motivation or time for the blogs. I think I just figure I can only blog under the influence of divine intervention, or blissful contentment, and loss of relationship, whether by decision or death, didn't really feel like that. In my last entry, I sounded so delighted to be living. Apparently that doesn't happen very often. Not to say that I'm not happy to be alive, or even enjoying life, I just can't sound that inspired everyday. In fact, I'd probably sound downright cynical. So here you go. Cynical rant of today:
After my breakup, I kinda realized I enjoy being single too much right now to really be committed to putting the work and time into a relationship. Honestly, between the days I've been with somebody and the single days, the latter have been the better. I thought I was pretty content. Then, I watched The Notebook. Now before you jump to conclusions and think that it turned me into a hopeless romantic, it just turned me hopeless.
I have an idea of what I want, but at the same time, I either feel like what I want doesn't exist, or that I actually haven't the slightest clue as to what I want. To make things worse, I discovered that a guy from high school that I secretly thought was the embodiment of the type of guy I wanted has grown a mullet. Not just any mullet. This is like, business-in-the-front, repunzel-can-climb-down-for-the-party-in-the-back mullet. I will never understand the fascination guys have with the mullet. Ever. Or their fascination with creepy, pedophile-in-the-trailer-park stache. To each his own I suppose.
I feel like a facebook bumper sticker, but really, I wish I would meet a guy that would prove to me that they're not all the same. I'm sick of the guys that want to "get some." I'm sick of the guys that say that they don't, but bail when you don't "put out" and run to some easy chick that does all the work for him. I'm also sick of guys that are too shy, and who you have to keep a paper bag handy for because they might hypervenelate if you so much as hug them. I guess I thought going to college would mean there were a bunch of men, but so far, all I've seen is just an extended population of boys.
I could sit here and depict what I want in a guy, create the stereotypic girl checklist for what I'm "shopping" for, and explain why all guys fail at these characteristics, but I won't. It's gotten old. I kind of just want to screw dating, and the whole idea of serious relationships for awhile. Ever since I hit puberty, dating advice and ideas about relationships have been crammed down my throat, and none of them have worked. Honestly, I'm tired of my only options being the "thou-shalt-not-touch" approach, and the "we-must-spend-every-waking-moment-making-everyone-around-us-nauseous" approach. I just want to flirt.
So here's to the single life, and just having fun, for heaven's sakes. And here's to peace of mind about any type of serious relationship. Until some guy comes and sweeps me off my feet and proves to be the right piece that fits perfectly into my puzzle of a heart, I'm just gonna be a girl that has some fun. If this piece even exists. I feel as though it may be years until I find him. Right now, guys are just boys who sing too loud, think they're too smart, and don't know a good girl when they see one.
I'm really just begging for some guy to try to prove me wrong...
Really, I've written a lot. I had a lot of papers to write, and actually, I've got some lyrics down for a couple songs, which is pretty impressive because it's been a couple years since I've really been inspired to write lots of music, more than one song every 6 months anyway. Then again, with a November like the November I just had, there's bound to be some type of artistic expression.
So what happened in my November? Well long story short, I thought I was dying of throat cancer, my boyfriend broke up with me, and my dog died. I was most devestated by the dog. I'm still soaking tissues for that one. I haven't cried over the boy since the night it happened. I kind of like it that way. Which perhaps points to the problem I've had with relationships...
Anyways. Perhaps it isn't so much the lack of motivation or time for the blogs. I think I just figure I can only blog under the influence of divine intervention, or blissful contentment, and loss of relationship, whether by decision or death, didn't really feel like that. In my last entry, I sounded so delighted to be living. Apparently that doesn't happen very often. Not to say that I'm not happy to be alive, or even enjoying life, I just can't sound that inspired everyday. In fact, I'd probably sound downright cynical. So here you go. Cynical rant of today:
After my breakup, I kinda realized I enjoy being single too much right now to really be committed to putting the work and time into a relationship. Honestly, between the days I've been with somebody and the single days, the latter have been the better. I thought I was pretty content. Then, I watched The Notebook. Now before you jump to conclusions and think that it turned me into a hopeless romantic, it just turned me hopeless.
I have an idea of what I want, but at the same time, I either feel like what I want doesn't exist, or that I actually haven't the slightest clue as to what I want. To make things worse, I discovered that a guy from high school that I secretly thought was the embodiment of the type of guy I wanted has grown a mullet. Not just any mullet. This is like, business-in-the-front, repunzel-can-climb-down-for-the-party-in-the-back mullet. I will never understand the fascination guys have with the mullet. Ever. Or their fascination with creepy, pedophile-in-the-trailer-park stache. To each his own I suppose.
I feel like a facebook bumper sticker, but really, I wish I would meet a guy that would prove to me that they're not all the same. I'm sick of the guys that want to "get some." I'm sick of the guys that say that they don't, but bail when you don't "put out" and run to some easy chick that does all the work for him. I'm also sick of guys that are too shy, and who you have to keep a paper bag handy for because they might hypervenelate if you so much as hug them. I guess I thought going to college would mean there were a bunch of men, but so far, all I've seen is just an extended population of boys.
I could sit here and depict what I want in a guy, create the stereotypic girl checklist for what I'm "shopping" for, and explain why all guys fail at these characteristics, but I won't. It's gotten old. I kind of just want to screw dating, and the whole idea of serious relationships for awhile. Ever since I hit puberty, dating advice and ideas about relationships have been crammed down my throat, and none of them have worked. Honestly, I'm tired of my only options being the "thou-shalt-not-touch" approach, and the "we-must-spend-every-waking-moment-making-everyone-around-us-nauseous" approach. I just want to flirt.
So here's to the single life, and just having fun, for heaven's sakes. And here's to peace of mind about any type of serious relationship. Until some guy comes and sweeps me off my feet and proves to be the right piece that fits perfectly into my puzzle of a heart, I'm just gonna be a girl that has some fun. If this piece even exists. I feel as though it may be years until I find him. Right now, guys are just boys who sing too loud, think they're too smart, and don't know a good girl when they see one.
I'm really just begging for some guy to try to prove me wrong...
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