Doo-doo-doo.

Yesterday, I sat by the river; the part that wasn't flooded. It was white water rapids territory. Errr, brown water. The Red Cedar isn't the youngest or cleanest of rivers. Anyway, there ware enough rapids that what appeared to be a serious kayaker was practicing. I cringed when he was on his side. It was only partly out of considering the idea that I was going to have to dive in and attempt to help him, but more so I feared he'd ingested some of the gross, icky, water.

Yesterday was a social day. Not only did I have the church thing, in which I caught up with a lot of ol' buddies, but my cousin stopped by. We had a good long conversation. I didn't get a lot of studying or reading done though, so of course there was a quiz this morning. *Rolls eyes*

So, the sun coming out and teasing us in the morning is very irritating. It comes while I'm in class, than waves bye bye and hides behind clouds. Boo. I want more sun action.

Awwww, cute little kitty.

Not much going on here.

I went for a walk in the rain. Fun. Well, actually I finished my French test and had to go to Barnes and Nobles. But it was a good time, hair drenched, wet clothes, water finding a way into my shoes, almost can't see through my glasses because of the water drops. Now if only I had some hot chocolate....

For the second time in less than a year, I got a DVD set that was screwed up. What are the chances? Especially twice? I'm tired of beating the odds. Luckily, I got it from bn.com and could easily get a new one at the store. Yeah.

The French test wasn't too bad.

Props to Emily for typing on my tag board...it usually feels so ignored.

So, I signed on for this online Bible study through my church...yeah, there's an online book that I had to download and there are tests. Who can say, Michele didn't know what she was signing up for? But, hey, me being me, having tests will help me to learn the material.

Why aren't there any new Liberty Meadows? I'm so confuzzled.


Stylin'!

It's windy (But it's not storming...I'm sure that will start any minute). I seem to have a thing with waking up at approx. 4 AM for various weather reasons: Storms, winds.
Sigh. I'm wearing a sweatshirt and I don't think I'm being extreme. Knowing my luck, around 10 AM, it's going to be 80 degrees and sunny.

Well, I STILL have a French Test tomorrow. I STILL haven't studied. Gotta get on that...there are like 5 pages of vocab. Something tells me I'm going to freak out later today. But, in my defense, I really wanted to watch Love Actually last night.

Noooooooo! The pain. Suffering. Am distraught. Traveled all the way to the first floor to check for mail (sigh. First blow: no packages...know it's on it's way, due to obsessive tracking capabilities...am saddened to know that my package will sit in the East Lansing post office all day tomorrow, when I am so close. Wah)
I then continued downward spiral by traveling further down to the Mason basement and to the vending machine...normally vending machine=yummy goodness, but not tonight. All I wanted was Starbursts and all its fruity goodness...mmmm...I love the red ones. The machine even had some in...all seemed right and perfect...but noooooo, pressed wrong button...am stuck with "Chewy Trail Mix Bar." Suckiness Batman. I don't want to be healthy. I didn't have money to attempt to rebuy my beloved Starbursts...now am stuck back in my dorm, unwilling to go back down four flights of stairs, and very much unwilling to eat stupid Trail Mix Bar. Wah.

I should be studying or reading. But I think I'll sit and mope while watching a DVD, lamenting the lack of unhealthy, sweet, fruity goodness in my life.

(I have decided fruity is to always be spelled with a y..."fruitie" messes with my head for some reason...my eyes cross and everything.

In other news, I went and sat by the river today. Due to all the rain, the water level was the highest I've ever seen it. Still no flooding. It was a pleasant if not soggy experience. I was attacked by a caterpillar 4 times.

I think I love this cat.

Hooray! It's the weekend for me! The best part: No homework...of course, I have a test on Tuesday...but I'll worry about that later.

(This is yet another entry of notes on a book...you can ignore it)
Vonnegut, Slaughter-House-Five.
-Perceptions of Americans
-Others' views of Billy
-Intertextuality
-repetition of words
-So it goes
-Narrator included (Especially in 1st and last chapter)--bias
-Question meaning of life and insanity

This is how I run too...on the few occasions that I run.

It is SOOOOOOOOO pretty out! I luv it. A little chilly...but, if you're in the sun...PERFECTION! However, I'm not out now...I can't go too long without my precious.

Ohhhh, and for the first time this semester...I really enjoyed a meal. I had choices. As a vegetarian that is saying something.

Church thing tonight. Fun. Fun. Chance of quiz tomorrow...hmmm. Should prepare for that.

La la la. Not much else going on.

If you go to aol.com there's a 10 minute behind the scenes preview of Harry Potter. You all must go to it!!!!!

Ahhhhh! Ron has long hair!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dooby Dooby Doo!

So, my dorm chair is old, squeaky, uncomfortable, and every time I move it feels like it's going to collapse under me. I have this strange image of it breaking in two. Then I'd have to attempt to explain the situation to a dorm maintenance man to get a new chair. The image...or more so movie...involves me screaming "I'm not fat!!!!! It's the chair!!!!!" So, today, when I just happened to notice that the room across from me which is empty for the summer, was being cleaned out. Actually, it had already been cleaned out and the door was left wide open. I wandered in...gently moved that room's chair...noticed it was far sturdier and far less squeaky than my chair. I then proceeded across the hall, grabbed my practically dilapidated chair, looked both ways before entering the empty hall and made the switch. I'm now sitting in what I like to classify as a SILENT chair. I'm rocking back and forth...no noise. I like my new quiet, but still uncomfortable chair. Ahh, dorm life.

I finally got my nap.

I have so much fun buying stuff online...it's a sickness.

It seems the more I attempt to prepare for the GRE, the scarier it becomes. Down with the scary!

(Okay, everyone can ignore the rest of this entry...it's notes on a book that I made for myself)


Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe (what a name)
-Lot's of "O" names
-Question one's own society and its rules
-customs
-contrast between cultures, generations
-differences in technology
-roles and perceptions of genders
-community
-outcasts of society (their willingness to join in the colonizing force)
-religion (and 2 approaches to evangelism)
-Colonization and unfair treatment of the Africans
-Okonkwo's inability to cope with change (that leads him to violate rules of the society he wants to maintain)
-Narrator says Okonkwo is a good member of the African society, but others in that society do not like aspects of his anger (And it gets him in trouble during Peace Week)
-Book follows the life of Okonkwo in the third person, but does leave him to follow general events...especially ceremonies.
-detailed description is rare.

Double YAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWN!

I predict that I will be taking a nap today.

*YAWWWWWWWWWWN* Tired. I didn't sleep well last night.

French is going to be a lot of work. It's a 101 class and the TA is only speaking French. I feel really bad for the people who haven't had any French in the past. The girl that sat next to me is an international student. She seemed kind of frustrated, I don't think I could handle the extra round of translation either.
And the TA quickly realized I took Spanish due to my horrible French translation. It seems to learn French I'm going to have to forget Spanish, and when I take Spanish again in the Fall I'll have to forget French. This summer is going to undo all the wonderful Spanish pronunciation rules I learned last semester.

Today was one of those days where I got a lot of stuff done, but I still feel like I should have done more. Bad feeling.

Lorraine is here. I don't know how I feel about that...we haven't spoken since the first day of last fall. I considered our friendship over mainly because she wasn't putting in any effort...I think she expects us to be able to pick up where we left off...I'm not sure I'm willing to do that.

My parents brought my fridge...YEAH!!!!!!!!



Season 2 of my precious Smallville comes out tomorrow. I might wait to buy it though...when it's used and cheap.

Okay, so I had this elaborate and long post, then I accidentally deleted it (don't ask me how, let's just say I'm an idiot)


Holly and I did the hang out thing one last time. She accidentally forgot my copy of Harry Potter so we ended up hanging out at her house. There we watched birds mate and decided to go for a walk.

During our long walk, we went through the woods. With no visible "Trespassers will be shot" signs we assumed we were safe. There was lots of pretty landscape, including places for camp fires, vines, trees, bushes and mud. And when we finally found a road we also encountered a "No Trespassing sign" Oops.

We talked some more and eventually I went home to have some mother-daughter hangout time. There was no hangout time. My mom had a stomach ache. However, as far as I'm concerned, if you can play solitaire on your PDA while watching TV all night, then you can handle Spartanopoly with your daughter. (Just my theory)

So I made myself dinner and loaded up the car, while thinking about all that a person can accomplish while feeling sick. People have won wars while feeling more sick than my mom.

My mom than made up for her yesterday's shortcomings today, when she thanked me for having done all the heavy lifting in the move in process. We then proceeded to have a decent conversation at lunch and she took me shopping at Urban Outfitters (YEAH!!!!!!!!)


It's not that my mom and I have a bad relationship or anything, but I'd like to have a better one...one in which we're very close friends. I guess all I can do is keep trying and waiting. Maybe someday.

Sigh. My distant cousin is feeling lonely and depressed living alone in Owen. I must go and hang out with her instead of enjoying the nice last-night-of-freedom-alone-time I had planned.

Bugger. Bugger. Bugger.

Yesterday Sarah, Anna and I spent 5 hours watching Buffy. We focused on seasons 5 and 2. We watched the Dracula episode so Sarah and I could finally wipe out the badness of the VanHelsing Dracula (excluding his pretty little hair clip, of course)
During the many episodes we watched, I managed to re-fall in love with both Spike and Angel.


Sexy men!!!! (Except David is a tad bit scary in this picture)

More random quotes of the moment:

"Think of a number, any number."
"Er, five," said the mattress.
"Wrong," said Marvin. "You see?"

"My doctor says that I have a malformed public duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fiber," he muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."

"Come we must go. The ancient nightmare is come again. Doom confronts us all. We must leave at once."
"I fancy somewhere sunny," said Ford."

"Arthur had adopted his normal crisis role, which was to stand with his mouth hanging open and let it all wash over him."

"What are those things people think you're mad if you talk to? Like George the Third."
"Kings?" suggested Ford.

"The Guide says that there is an art to flying," said Ford, "or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."

Well, that's it for the moment. I can't believe it's back to good ol' East Lansing tomorrow...and I have an 8 AM on Monday. I'm excited to be back on campus, but the 8 AM part makes me want to scream.

No matter how many times I click the "remember me" button when I log into blogger, it never remembers me. Oye, technology.

Well, I moved in the vast majority of my stuff into my dorm. Amazingly, this room is even smaller than the on I had a year ago. Once everything is together it should be pretty comfy, though.

I went up and down the stairs a MILLION times, thus exercising my butt off, while my mom attempted to remain in my room while unpacking things...not always best when your daughter is obsessive about everything...I have a specific way the pillow cases need to be put on. She tried to alphabetize my books and DVDs...I didn't like that. I'm full of contradictions. (Everything has its place in the chaos)

Ohhh, I had another weird dream...this one was set in the caf of McDonel (my dorm building last semester) I went to get ice cream, it was being dispensed from the milk dispensers. This might seem boring, except that the actually dispensing part was on the ceiling and the ice cream (orange pop flavor) was improbably hanging down like a paper streamer or upside down see weed. When I pressed the thing for ice cream, it was very difficult to get it all to land in my bowl. Much of it ended up on my jacket. That's the highlight of the dream, but somehow, the music of The Little Mermaid was involved.

Well, it's official now. My reign of academic perfection has come to an end. I blame Santa Claus, because I worked my butt off.

More random Hitchhiker quotes:

"Conceited little megapuppy."

"The Guide is definitive. Reality is frequently inaccurate."

"I just heard on the sub-ether radio report. It said you were dead..."
"Yeah, that's right," said Zaphod," I just haven't stopped moving yet."

"...You miserable heap of maladjusted metal."

"Who are you?"
"A friend!" Shouted back the man. He ran toward Zaphod.
"Oh yeah?" Said Zaphod. "Anyone's friend in particular, or just generally well-disposed to people?"

"My name is Roosta, and this is my towel."
"Hello, Roosta," said Zaphod.
"Hello, towel," he added as Roosta held out to him a rather nasty old flowery towel. Not knowing what to do with it, he shook it by the corner.

"Here, suck this," said Roosta, offering Zaphod his towel.

"Trin Tragula--for that was his name--was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot."

"He was clearly a man of many qualities, even if they were mostly bad ones."

"He had seen the whole Universe stretching to infinity around him--everything. And with it had come the clear and extraordinary knowledge that he was the most important thing in it."

"We knew each other well."
"I had no taste,"

"They want me to find the man who rules the Universe, but I don't care to meet him. I believe the man can't cook."

...that's enough for now.

New quote of the moment:

"If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now."

~Zaphod, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Last night was AWESOME! I turned off the lights, lit a few candles and attempted to read as I watched the super-cool-totally-amazing-rocking thunder storm. Fun fun.



I need to pack for tomorrow. Less fun.

Oh, so I had a weird-strange-crazy dream last night. It was my grandfather's funeral...but it wasn't sad or emotionally taxing. The characters from the show Angel were there.

Also, there was this red-headed German dude that asked me to dance. He couldn't speak English (Although, he did ask me to dance with him in English...hmmmm...but then my mom thought he had asked her) So he spoke in very bad Spanish. And there was this crazy disco dancing man who kept hitting him in the head. Then I woke up. It was 6 AM. It was already light out. I think I'm going to have to go back to closing the blinds at night.

The driving situation for tomorrow still is unresolved. My mom may take off work. I am fully prepared to go into a chant of "Thank you, thank you, thank you" if that is the case.

Awww, Bucky is being cute. MEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Oh he sat beside me for an hour last night. I felt very privileged. Ahhhh! The cat hair is attacking.

Oompa loompa

I finally finished Kavalier and Clay. It did not fail to amuse. Holly is my witness.

Quote of the moment:

"I don't want to die now!" he yelled. "I've still got a headache! I don't want to go to heaven with a headache, I'd be all cross and wouldn't enjoy it!"

The Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy is proving to be very amusing.

Well, the organization process for preparing to go back to school has begun. It should be very doable. However, I did find myself irritated tonight, as I'm going to be facing a less doable job: I will be driving and moving myself in alone on Thursday. The parents were warned in advance...I thought they were prepared...ask for the day off...yadda yadda yadda. But no. They just figured it all out. The conclusion: We'll make our daughter get up early and drive her mother to work so she can have the car, then drive to EL alone to get the key to her new room and move a large portion of her stuff in. ALONE!
*Irritating* The whole being annoyed by the situation makes me want to get away from the house, but I'm going to have to deal and go for a run.

I watched both of the X Men movies today. I fell asleep during the second one. But due to being asleep I couldn't eat any candy from the huge-o bowl. I call it good.

Hmmmm, I need pictures...That works.

AHHHH! Blogger has changed! I can't handle change! AHHHHH!

Yet again, there is still not much going on with me. Lots of watching DVDs and reading. Of course, with all the sitting and eating from the downstairs candy bowl, I've managed to gain two pounds. *rolls eyes*

In other news Feng's Space Bar and Grille is very amusing. And I'm still struggling through The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. My new goal is to finish the book. I'm actually almost done. Yeah! Over a semester of reading...or more so, reading before the spring semester and after, with one hundred pages read during.

Saturday I got my hair trimmed. It's back to shoulder length. I will never have long hair. I'm tempted to stop truing this seemingly pathetic attempt.

So, I'm developing a plan. I want to go to the Meijer Gardens. Sit out side. Read. The only question mark is the weather.

Yeah! I got it. My parents old computer has been struggling to open Blogger and I've been too lazy to break out my laptop.

Not much going on.

Did you know Barnes and Noble has a Western section? Interesting. If there was a sure fire way to find one that was also humorous, I would have bought one.

Spent much of yesterday with Holly. We went for a walk in the woods and played on the playground.

Sigh. I want to go shopping...but I have no money. Problem.

Yeah! My friend Brit has for sure accepted Christ. If/when she gets baptized, she wants me to do it. Exciting. I hope it happens.

See what I did when I was supposed to be studying?

Whose been freaking out about the fact that some of her grades were to be reported today? I have been.
Whose been using this as an excuse to not study? I have been.
Who went to check her grades? I did.
Who discovered that their prof's were big liars and hadn't reported the grades? I did.
Who realized that they spent all day freaking out/calming herself by slacking only to realize she could have studied for her final tomorrow? I did.

Wah.

In other news, evil Santa look-a-like whose not nearly as jolly or nice sent an e-mail to the class. In it he noted that another student and myself never missed class. So, even though he refuses to accept the fact that I spoke everyday in class, he at least realizes that I was there. Perhaps he sees me as a shadow or ghost? I haunted the front right corner of class.
He also spelled my name wrong. Figures.
Now if only he'd report my grade. Crazy Spanish teachers.

I'm going to check the grades website again...because I'm obsessive like that.

I especially like that the TV was not a flat screen.

So, a grade or two might be reported right now. Do you see me checking? No. I'm a coward. I'll check after 5...delay the pain. Plus it's the end of business hours, what not, I don't want to check and then miss a grade coming in later in the day. Yep. Sad excuse.

I'm off to not study.

My parents just visited. My dad was in a bad good for most of the time which made things not fun. They took a lot of my stuff home. For the first time all year, I have less stuff than Jas. Now she's the one taking up space. Ha Ha.
There is one bad part though. They accidentally took my pleasure reading book. I started The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay at the end of Christmas break.



I only had another 200 pages to go. My grand goal of finishing it before I went home is shattered. Wah! Now I MUST read something else...which raises the danger that I will never finish Kavalier and Clay. And I can't have that.

Today is my last day ever with my marvelous GPA. I must enjoy it while it lasts. Tomorrow my Spanish grades will be reported. Doom.

I'm off to not study.