"With the chance I've been given, I'm gonna be driven as hell!" -Legally Blonde the Musical
Well, there's that for a study night. Me. In the library. With a soundtrack. Nothing that different from normal. In all probability, it's a little different considering that I'm in the library, disrupting the majority of studying students with my dancing and sneezing. I'm not sure if I'm using this quotation as a sense of motivation for myself now that speech is done, that I identify with it, or that it's just freaking catchy. But regardless, I'm sticking with it now.
Oh yes, MN has caught up with the rest of the world, it's allergy season here and that means I'm probably the most worthless here pretty soon. The good news is that Voice Juries are done, and so is the Forensics showcase (Pictures? Some are really attractive, so be jealous: https://picasaweb.google.com/116804446869401815266/ForensicsShowcase?authuser=0&feat=directlink), so the meetings are wrapping up and so are my speaking obligations. That means that my semester is also getting progressively less fun. Instead of performing, talking, or having any kind of strange adventures, I'm stuck with the regular kinds of adventures you can have by making regular days awkward days around the people you don't know. Sound familiar? Need I remind you about all of the strange people I happen to wink at? Or the ones that "judge" (read: envy) me for dancing recklessly in the library? There are many of those occurrences.
Other things of interest as of late. Let me list them, everyone loves lists.
1) Dancing in the down pour of rain with Vanessa. I mean this was of biblical proportions. The kind that you envision flash flood warnings coming from. We got out there within the first 10 minutes of the rain starting and the drains were already over flowing, the puddles in the street over ankle deep, and people everywhere! So much splashing and being wonderful individuals. Needless to say, I have a few goals in life, and one is that when given the opportunity to dance in the rain: do so with glee.
2)Tornado watch at GAC. Silly Minnesotans. Rain does not equal deadly twister. And if it does, get me cell service and internet in whatever hovel of a basement of a building you are going to sequester me. Boo.
3) Found out some rooming things (not for sure, but it's gonna happen) for the summer. Ava, me, Mariecus, and Colleen. What a splendid group full of all kinds of amazing wonderful adventure potential.
4) Speaking of summer, if you are reading this and like to get letters, give me a holler and an address for the summer and we shall initiate Letter Leader Board Phase 2! I write letters like I listen to Ke$ha: all da time. And often her lyrics make an appearance in said letters. It's a good deal.
5) Choir tour. This actually happened before #1 over here, but it deserves mention. It was fun, we survived it. Saw some GAC history, laughed a little, met some good people, sang pretty. Yup.
6) OH (not Ohio, that was three weeks ago), last weekend (honors day and that stuff) there was this dance milieu that was the shit! Pardon my French, but seriously, the best. Props to all of you dancers out there who happen to read this. Our Place, In Place was super spectacular. Gave me shivers every time.
7) Speech people are fascinating individuals who tend to make regular life more interesting just by using facial expressions that don't typically appear in daily conversation. I like that.
8) Apparently one of my projects for the summer is going to be burning discs off of my hard drive... My computer seems to think that it is full of pictures and music. How silly.
9) Cross words are fun and occasionally make you feel smart. Thanks Ch-low for that tip. I'll now sometimes feel smart while I am maintaining my A in Stats.
10) There may or may not be an escaped State Hospital patient running around on campus. We have had many alerts but I like to think of him meditating in the arb, or streaking the football field, or just watching the mysterious dial in Nobel, or climbing the art building. Mostly because those are the first things I'd do if I escaped the State Hospital in St. Peter. Chances are that he's hitched a ride someone, I would be hard pressed to climb a hill after working so hard to get outside walls.
You lucky mallards, two posts in a day. Dig it. Live it. Love it.
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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Nifty January
Why hello blog-o-sphere, it's been a while. So I'll do my best to update you on my life.
The short version is actually more like one word: Speech. The long version is really comprised of a bunch of jargon and nonsensical ramblings that only make sense to a very small portion of the population. So I'll spare you the gritty details and if you really want them, we'll just have to chit chat. Swell? Ok great.
Gustavus likes to do this nifty thing called J-term and then follow it up with this other nifty thing called touring break. For those of you not in the know, J-term is where we take one class for the month of January, and then once our brains are stuffed with that knowledge that is usually not related to our major(s) then we call it quits and take a week off. This essentially dovetails into that second nifty thing called touring break. In theory it means that music groups and those who tour leave on their adventures while the rest of the general population have the option of staying on campus to soak up some more MN life, or to go home (which for approximately 75% of the student body still means soaking up MN life, but that's a different story). So campus is pretty quiet for the week, for better or for worse, but it gives the rest of us a chance to be productive in those things that we sweep under the rug or claim to be too busy for during the semester. If that wasn't clear enough for you, that means things like "cleaning" and "laundry" or "sleeping". You know, the things that college kids tend to ignore when given the opportunity.
That being said, I've been somewhat productive in my quest to get my shit together. That means everything from revising speeches to sitting in the caf people watching, to actually walking down to Econo. All of these things are good things, and now that I have the chance to accomplish them after a good 12 hour sleep, all is well with the world. You know, all of this can be topped off with a fire alarm, athletes in my hall and their misguided actions.
This brings me to my mini series that narrates my past week.
Episode 1: The Towel.
Now most of you know that I am incredibly nearsighted. We can blame this on my mother or her profession, but regardless, I'm pretty blind. That being said, when I wake up in the morning, more often than not, I do not put on my glasses, but rather go straight to the bathroom where I wash my face and put in my contacts. Now this is only a problem when upon opening your door you are immediately accosted by a girl wearing only a towel. And I do mean a girl wearing nothing but shower shoes and a towel.. And she ran up to me in a panic asking me to call campus safety for her. Now I've only been awake for 4 minutes and have been vertical for about a minute of that. So I mutter something that sounded like, "gekdbdifpl" but meant "sure?" and then grabbed my phone I couldn't remember what the number was so we were forced to resort to the phone in the room. I dialed then gave the phone to her because I've never seen her. Remember? I'm nearsighted. So she described her room to the officer, and although she couldn't remember her room number, she got the dorm right, so that's something. And with that I went to find some contacts and face wash.
Episode 2: The Wink
Now for those of you who know me know that I am marked by God to have awkward moments in the caf. It's like my calling. So it's Sunday after noon and as I'm sitting in the caf pondering my life and looking for answers in my Cheerios, I notice that a friend of mine, Jessica, sitting in the corner. Now if you have my thought process, you will stare in that direction subtly until she looks this direction. The only problem with this is when there is someone sitting directly within your line of sight. Although this would deter most people, I'm much more determined than most people. So as I am staring at Jessica and the girl sitting between us is looking in my direction when suddenly, Jess turns my way and I wink. And not just a casual wink, much closer to a wink you do in a ridiculous mime interpretation or to indicate a secret treaty from miles away. And lucky lucky me, my seductive wink was intercepted by the girl who happened to be in the crossfire. An that's the second time I've had a wink intercepted in the caf. You would think I would learn.
And for the moment now I am fresh out f touring break stories. Considering it took me a week to type all of this up and the first week of class is over, that's not a terrible update.
The short version is actually more like one word: Speech. The long version is really comprised of a bunch of jargon and nonsensical ramblings that only make sense to a very small portion of the population. So I'll spare you the gritty details and if you really want them, we'll just have to chit chat. Swell? Ok great.
Gustavus likes to do this nifty thing called J-term and then follow it up with this other nifty thing called touring break. For those of you not in the know, J-term is where we take one class for the month of January, and then once our brains are stuffed with that knowledge that is usually not related to our major(s) then we call it quits and take a week off. This essentially dovetails into that second nifty thing called touring break. In theory it means that music groups and those who tour leave on their adventures while the rest of the general population have the option of staying on campus to soak up some more MN life, or to go home (which for approximately 75% of the student body still means soaking up MN life, but that's a different story). So campus is pretty quiet for the week, for better or for worse, but it gives the rest of us a chance to be productive in those things that we sweep under the rug or claim to be too busy for during the semester. If that wasn't clear enough for you, that means things like "cleaning" and "laundry" or "sleeping". You know, the things that college kids tend to ignore when given the opportunity.
That being said, I've been somewhat productive in my quest to get my shit together. That means everything from revising speeches to sitting in the caf people watching, to actually walking down to Econo. All of these things are good things, and now that I have the chance to accomplish them after a good 12 hour sleep, all is well with the world. You know, all of this can be topped off with a fire alarm, athletes in my hall and their misguided actions.
This brings me to my mini series that narrates my past week.
Episode 1: The Towel.
Now most of you know that I am incredibly nearsighted. We can blame this on my mother or her profession, but regardless, I'm pretty blind. That being said, when I wake up in the morning, more often than not, I do not put on my glasses, but rather go straight to the bathroom where I wash my face and put in my contacts. Now this is only a problem when upon opening your door you are immediately accosted by a girl wearing only a towel. And I do mean a girl wearing nothing but shower shoes and a towel.. And she ran up to me in a panic asking me to call campus safety for her. Now I've only been awake for 4 minutes and have been vertical for about a minute of that. So I mutter something that sounded like, "gekdbdifpl" but meant "sure?" and then grabbed my phone I couldn't remember what the number was so we were forced to resort to the phone in the room. I dialed then gave the phone to her because I've never seen her. Remember? I'm nearsighted. So she described her room to the officer, and although she couldn't remember her room number, she got the dorm right, so that's something. And with that I went to find some contacts and face wash.
Episode 2: The Wink
Now for those of you who know me know that I am marked by God to have awkward moments in the caf. It's like my calling. So it's Sunday after noon and as I'm sitting in the caf pondering my life and looking for answers in my Cheerios, I notice that a friend of mine, Jessica, sitting in the corner. Now if you have my thought process, you will stare in that direction subtly until she looks this direction. The only problem with this is when there is someone sitting directly within your line of sight. Although this would deter most people, I'm much more determined than most people. So as I am staring at Jessica and the girl sitting between us is looking in my direction when suddenly, Jess turns my way and I wink. And not just a casual wink, much closer to a wink you do in a ridiculous mime interpretation or to indicate a secret treaty from miles away. And lucky lucky me, my seductive wink was intercepted by the girl who happened to be in the crossfire. An that's the second time I've had a wink intercepted in the caf. You would think I would learn.
And for the moment now I am fresh out f touring break stories. Considering it took me a week to type all of this up and the first week of class is over, that's not a terrible update.
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