You'd be surprised how much fun you can have at a Catholic Halloween dance :p (hehe) Well, okay, it was pretty tame for the most part... BUT... we did get some "Busta Move" and Moby going for a bit, in between the polkas and the country music. Plus, Martha and I (dressed as ninjas, of course) had to frequently thwart the attacks of a couple of mangy pirates (April and Amanda)... pirates and ninjas never get along, so the proposed truces never lasted... so that helped to keep things hopping. A bunch of Martha's friends ended up coming, so I got some dancing lessons from Kent, which was pretty neat.
Last night I also decided on my Japanese ninja name... 狂木鼠. I bet you wish you knew what that meant. (mwa ha ha)
So, now I have to worry about my evaluative essay that is due this Tuesday. Got any ideas for a period in history I could analyze? (hint: Peter Fritz, help!)
More later, after I rest my sore toes (Martha kicked my foot yesterday, and it feels like my big toe is either bruised or slightly fractured...)
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Sunday, October 24, 2004
dancin' in the streets
This whole day has been an excellent start to the weekend :) At 10 this morning, I tested into my yellow belt for karate (yay!). Then we went to Wilke for some good ol' breakfast, and they had pull-a-parts!! I love those things!! They weren't quite as good as the HyVee ones back home, but they were excellent all the same. And then... I got to spend the rest of the day getting ready for the Honors Formal!! Jeremy, April, Saman, and I went to Whitey's for dinner, which, despite the extensively disagreeable name, actually had some wonderful food. The dance was also pretty awesome, although they could have worked on the music selection a bit more than they did. C'mon, let's break out of the mold of playing the Chicken Dance as the last song of the night... aaargh. And I think we probably need to destroy all remaining copies of the Grease mega-mix... definitely would be beneficial to all living beings. AND... Tomorrow morning I get to help make pancakes for a pancake breakfast fundraiser :) It shall be interesting flipping stuff with about 4 hours of sleep in me. Good night, and farewell!
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
in the aftermath of an english paper
Six hours is an incredibly long time to be continuously doing anything, much less writing a hellish philosophy paper for Comp/Humanities. Why can't med schools just accept that maybe I'm not an awesome writer? Plus, it's PHILOSOPHY. What am I supposed to say about other people's philosophy? "Yeah, this person thought lots of things back then... some people agreed with him... other people didn't, and then they shot him... yeah..." Don't tell my Comp teacher this, but I am going to be completely ecstatic once I'm done with this semester :) :) :) The only extra composition class I'll eventually need to take will hopefully be satisfied by Sophomore Honors Portfolio next year... or maybe all I'll need is Spanish Comp next semester (hehe).
But now I'm totally done, which makes me entirely happy about life in general. And, as Dave informs me, now I can totally learn how to play my guitar for two hours a day for the next two weeks (as in, until my next paper is due... now I'm hearing voices of evil english teachers cackling together in their break rooms: "mwa ha ha ha" ...)
Tomorrow I will discover what I've gotten myself into with this new CPR class... and the fact that Thursdays are already crazy-isimo. And the fact I haven't gotten the floor newsletter for this week out!! How bad of a person am I?! Aahh!!
So, countdown to my karate belt test... 3 days... actually, 2 days 10 hours... and at this time in three days, I'll probably be out at the Honors Formal... extremely bored... (haha, just kidding... perhaps we shall take our marauding supplies along, just in case, though). More excitement to come?
But now I'm totally done, which makes me entirely happy about life in general. And, as Dave informs me, now I can totally learn how to play my guitar for two hours a day for the next two weeks (as in, until my next paper is due... now I'm hearing voices of evil english teachers cackling together in their break rooms: "mwa ha ha ha" ...)
Tomorrow I will discover what I've gotten myself into with this new CPR class... and the fact that Thursdays are already crazy-isimo. And the fact I haven't gotten the floor newsletter for this week out!! How bad of a person am I?! Aahh!!
So, countdown to my karate belt test... 3 days... actually, 2 days 10 hours... and at this time in three days, I'll probably be out at the Honors Formal... extremely bored... (haha, just kidding... perhaps we shall take our marauding supplies along, just in case, though). More excitement to come?
Friday, October 15, 2004
prelude to parents weekend!
Tomorrow my parents will be coming up to GF to hang out with me :) Neat! I'm pretty excited, since I only got to see them for a few fleeting hours last weekend. Although... that does mean I need to clean up tomorrow. I hope I'll get to move around my furniture, too. It's not working out so well with my bed in the middle of our room, what with the phone being on my side, and April needing to jump over my bed to answer it... she could probably be re-gimp-ified from such activity... poor April...
I think I may need some congratulating for getting through today. Thursdays are always so tiring. Hey, but I probably shouldn't even talk, because in five days... no, four days, I'll be starting CPR and First Aid, which is Tuesday and Thursday mornings, from 8 to 9:50AM... yuck!
I'm predicting that this weekend will be mucho fun-o... There is a carnival tomorrow... a football game on Saturday... I'll probably go out to dinner with my mom and dad that night... we'll buy a printer and (cross your fingers!) a cell phone, so I can finally call people without being in my dorm room... and maybe my parents will get to see me do some sparring on Sunday.
Next weekend is the Honors Formal, Pre-med Day, and my karate belt test... decisions, decisions...
I think I may need some congratulating for getting through today. Thursdays are always so tiring. Hey, but I probably shouldn't even talk, because in five days... no, four days, I'll be starting CPR and First Aid, which is Tuesday and Thursday mornings, from 8 to 9:50AM... yuck!
I'm predicting that this weekend will be mucho fun-o... There is a carnival tomorrow... a football game on Saturday... I'll probably go out to dinner with my mom and dad that night... we'll buy a printer and (cross your fingers!) a cell phone, so I can finally call people without being in my dorm room... and maybe my parents will get to see me do some sparring on Sunday.
Next weekend is the Honors Formal, Pre-med Day, and my karate belt test... decisions, decisions...
Thursday, October 14, 2004
update
It is past midnight right now, yet there is no real motivation to be starting that spanish story analysis just yet... or reading "Lies My Teacher Told Me"... crappy, stupid book...
So, the weekend was excellently wonderful. I got the opportunity to hang out with the family (mostly my dad, since my mom was working all weekend, and Steph was never there... like usual...). We made some awesome dinner on Saturday, which was definitely cool, because I never get to cook at the dorms here (unless you think cooking involves putting water on ramen noodles and microwaving for three minutes). Plus, I got to hang out with Lucas, Josiah, and got to see Seth Jacobsen at that one space cadet movie. (neat!)
Monday was poop, due to the fact I put off writing my philosophy paper to the very last moment (yes, it was definitely a 3AM night)... and consequently Tuesday wasn't much better. Today I got asked by Saman to the Honors formal, which is pretty cool. Hanging out with the J3 gang will be the best, though... we could all wear ninja outfits under our dresses, so we can masquerade in the middle of it! :) hehe
Anyways ... I should get to my homework.
So, the weekend was excellently wonderful. I got the opportunity to hang out with the family (mostly my dad, since my mom was working all weekend, and Steph was never there... like usual...). We made some awesome dinner on Saturday, which was definitely cool, because I never get to cook at the dorms here (unless you think cooking involves putting water on ramen noodles and microwaving for three minutes). Plus, I got to hang out with Lucas, Josiah, and got to see Seth Jacobsen at that one space cadet movie. (neat!)
Monday was poop, due to the fact I put off writing my philosophy paper to the very last moment (yes, it was definitely a 3AM night)... and consequently Tuesday wasn't much better. Today I got asked by Saman to the Honors formal, which is pretty cool. Hanging out with the J3 gang will be the best, though... we could all wear ninja outfits under our dresses, so we can masquerade in the middle of it! :) hehe
Anyways ... I should get to my homework.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
asthma?!
This is not supposed to happen. I am 18 years old, and I haven't had any sort of problems with asthma for... years... probably about five years to be specific. Why does it choose to haunt me now? The devious asthma demons must have known I had nothing of the sort to help me (no inhalers, no steroids, not even vaporub, for goodness sakes...), so I hope they are at least happy with making me miserable.
Yes. I am an asthmatic. A cold-induced asthmatic, at that. (Think illness, not temperature.)
Anyways, it was sort of thrilling getting to use Brenda's Grand Am to make an emergency trip to the pharmacy (her key remote has a honk button to locate the car in a parking lot!! awesome!!) However, after seeing a car accident outside my window this afternoon... I'm a little bit nervous. I mean, the speed limit there is like, 15 mph, since the crosswalks are always full of pedestrians throughout the day. So it's kind of crazy that a car could have caused that much damage running into another at that speed. Oh, well. I'm mostly happy with my bike. Plus, I get the excitement of almost getting run over by people that don't look when they're driving!! Yay!
Time to get groceries and make the 2 mile bike ride home from Red River. More later...
Yes. I am an asthmatic. A cold-induced asthmatic, at that. (Think illness, not temperature.)
Anyways, it was sort of thrilling getting to use Brenda's Grand Am to make an emergency trip to the pharmacy (her key remote has a honk button to locate the car in a parking lot!! awesome!!) However, after seeing a car accident outside my window this afternoon... I'm a little bit nervous. I mean, the speed limit there is like, 15 mph, since the crosswalks are always full of pedestrians throughout the day. So it's kind of crazy that a car could have caused that much damage running into another at that speed. Oh, well. I'm mostly happy with my bike. Plus, I get the excitement of almost getting run over by people that don't look when they're driving!! Yay!
Time to get groceries and make the 2 mile bike ride home from Red River. More later...
Sunday, October 03, 2004
ode to my pre-teen voice
Well, it's really good to know that I don't have meningitis, ebola, or the black death... but that still doesn't save me from the pain of sounding like a pubescent boy. Hopefully my voice miraculously heals overnight...
Saturday was a horrible day, although we did get to do some "Girls Night In"-type things in the evening. Basically, all I did Saturday was lay in bed, waiting for the day to pass. Sore throat, congestion, fever... I had it all. Yay for being done with it. Boo on having a boy voice.
Oh, but we did get to do some quasi-marauding activities after "Girls Night In," hanging up coloring book pictures in 3rd floor Fulton's bathroom... therefore we didn't go outside at all ("yay!" = jessica's lungs and throat). We ended up watching "The Princess Bride" in Martha's room with about 16 people (talk about claustrophobia!), but I found it kind of boring... and much too much like "Robin Hood: Men In Tights" for me to recognize it as a wholly separate film. (I mean, hello? It's the same guy playing the lead character, same approximate plot: a poor guy trying to win over a beautiful princess, a brutish-but-eventually-good guy as the lead's side-kick, and for heaven's sake, both movies include the characters jumping out of windows onto horses? Shame on the movie industry.)
Tomorrow is another tutoring day at Red River High School. Shall be interesting... a senior boy committed suicide last week... it's really hard to deal with, especially since I might have even seen him walking through the hallways the past few weeks... Why does this have to happen, God? I am tutoring a senior girl in geometry, so we'll see tomorrow if she knew him. I really hope his friends are dealing with it... (geez, even that is something impossible to imagine...) and I pray for his family. God, please take care of them. They need every prayer in the world right now.
Do you remember, back when you were a kid, having dreams that you or a family member died? For some reason, I had those dreams a lot, and I always felt somehow better when it was I who had died, and not someone else. Does "immaturity" explain this? Or is it just human nature? We can deal with our own loss of life, but we can't even own up to the pain and suffering that we would potentially go through in such a reversal of the situation. Why do people refuse to realize the pain that those "left behind" have to deal with because of their own (quote) "personal decision?" There is no possible way for any person to live a purely "personal" life; there are too many ways in which we influence and grow with others every day. Take a moment to think of all the people you love, and to remember that one action you do can affect every single one of them.
And remember: Jesus loves you, and God loves you, too :)
(excerpt from traditional Hensel bedtime prayer)
Saturday was a horrible day, although we did get to do some "Girls Night In"-type things in the evening. Basically, all I did Saturday was lay in bed, waiting for the day to pass. Sore throat, congestion, fever... I had it all. Yay for being done with it. Boo on having a boy voice.
Oh, but we did get to do some quasi-marauding activities after "Girls Night In," hanging up coloring book pictures in 3rd floor Fulton's bathroom... therefore we didn't go outside at all ("yay!" = jessica's lungs and throat). We ended up watching "The Princess Bride" in Martha's room with about 16 people (talk about claustrophobia!), but I found it kind of boring... and much too much like "Robin Hood: Men In Tights" for me to recognize it as a wholly separate film. (I mean, hello? It's the same guy playing the lead character, same approximate plot: a poor guy trying to win over a beautiful princess, a brutish-but-eventually-good guy as the lead's side-kick, and for heaven's sake, both movies include the characters jumping out of windows onto horses? Shame on the movie industry.)
Tomorrow is another tutoring day at Red River High School. Shall be interesting... a senior boy committed suicide last week... it's really hard to deal with, especially since I might have even seen him walking through the hallways the past few weeks... Why does this have to happen, God? I am tutoring a senior girl in geometry, so we'll see tomorrow if she knew him. I really hope his friends are dealing with it... (geez, even that is something impossible to imagine...) and I pray for his family. God, please take care of them. They need every prayer in the world right now.
Do you remember, back when you were a kid, having dreams that you or a family member died? For some reason, I had those dreams a lot, and I always felt somehow better when it was I who had died, and not someone else. Does "immaturity" explain this? Or is it just human nature? We can deal with our own loss of life, but we can't even own up to the pain and suffering that we would potentially go through in such a reversal of the situation. Why do people refuse to realize the pain that those "left behind" have to deal with because of their own (quote) "personal decision?" There is no possible way for any person to live a purely "personal" life; there are too many ways in which we influence and grow with others every day. Take a moment to think of all the people you love, and to remember that one action you do can affect every single one of them.
And remember: Jesus loves you, and God loves you, too :)
(excerpt from traditional Hensel bedtime prayer)
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