Wow

Once upon a time, there was a silly girl. One day, this girl decided to take up her teacher on a dare he had given in class (for which he offered extra credit). Thus, she found herself singing in a subway car. She earned a Euro. This made her very happy. The end.

Oh yeah

Here are those pictures I told you about. :)




















Apparently, brown paper bags over the head are all the rage in Europe. Who knew?

Bruges

Wow. I went to Bruges today. It was dang sweet. I mean, I love Paris dearly and I find myself intoxicated with her quite frequently, but it was nice to go somewhere else for a little bit. Seriously folks, Bruges was gorgeous.

I rode in a horse-drawn carriage with some friends. Our driver was an absolute riot. He practically pushed out the French tourists (keep in mind that the French do not believe in standing in a line unless it is at the bakery) who had climbed into his carriage because he had seen us waiting (about five or six other drivers before this had just taken the French tourists and left). He rang somebody's doorbell as we rode through the city, only to hurry on to ensure that we were gone when the resident came outside. He waved his arm towards a bearded, somewhat Arabic looking carriage driver and told us that the man was actually Osama Bin Laden. It was amazing.

I ate lots of chocolate. And Belgian waffles (which are truly glorious in Belgium). And fries. Oh my stars, those fries were amazing. To make them even better, there were all of these crazy sauces available. My favorite was a super spicy one called Samurai that would have been useful when I was a child trying to convince the thermometer that I had a fever. So good. Heh. I bought about 3/4 kg of chocolates. Oh happy day.

I took some pictures that I will most definitely need to post because, well, dang. I laughed so hard when I saw it (but I won't spoil it for all y'all so you'll just have to check back later to see them).

Well, I have church in the morning, so goodnight.

Dumb Questions

On my way to Paris, I asked two of my dumbest questions ever (even beating out the great novelty mug incident).

For the first one, I was confused that there were two seat numbers on my boarding pass. I went up to the lady by the gate to ask her about it and she looked at me with a forced sweet look (reminding me of Brian Regan's sketch about airlines) and informed me that there was only one. I was in seat 13A. One of them had the one printed in such a way that it was camouflaged by the box around it.

For the second question, I asked an information lady in the Philly airport where my gate was. After looking at my ticket, she gave me the same look. A26. It was on the boarding pass. Oi vey. That's why I needed to sleep. :P

My sister

I would just like to take this opportunity to pseudo-publicly thank my sister. She is amazing. She is wonderful. Without her, I would not have been able to get packed in time. I certainly wouldn't have passed my cleaning check. All of my stuff would still be in the apartment. I wouldn't have checked out. She has lost a lot of sleep for me the past few days. I love her dearly and owe her my life. Seriously.

On a completely and totally random side note, I had fun chatting with some people from my Syntax class yesterday. One of them had a fantabulously nerdy experience that I felt the need to share. One of the females (a huge fan of Wicked) with some friends when somebody's cell phone went off with Popular as the ring tone. Immediately, alternative lyrics sprang to her mind: Copular. It's all about copular. It's just with the verb to be... and I'll stop there. It made me happy. :)

Please note

If you're in one of the quiet areas of the library, don't sit on your cell phone to talk to your boyfriend. I don't care if you're speaking English or not.

Heh

Tonight I ran into a parking lot barefoot, belatedly realizing that there were bits of broken glass scattered all around. Luckily, I didn't step on any shards, but I was mincing along when one of my friends saw me. When she noticed that I wasn't wearing any shoes, she told me to hop onto her back so she could give me a piggyback ride to my apartment. I thought she was kidding, but when she crouched down I could tell that she was serious. I "gracefully" jumped upon her back and she trotted over to my stairwell where I slid off.

It was fun. It's been a long time since I've gotten a piggyback ride. :)

Shameless Plug

So, does anybody happen to want some canned mushrooms? If so, please let me know ASAP so I can see about getting them to you. :)

I heart friends

So, last night one of my awesome friends helped me carry an obscene amount of books to the library.

After that, I went to and watched the Office and made some new friends.

Also, I've been running into friends all day.

Friends make me happy. :)

Hmmm...

This morning, I awoke early with my carnivorous streak alive. I was craving meat, undeniably so, but I feared that I would not have enough time to fix anything before leaving to help with the French fair (helping to navigate a whole crapload of high school students around the JFSB; joy). Besides, I was running a tad late as it was so even if I got there early enough, I would probably only get a pop tart. Thus, I speed-walked up to campus in the chill morning air, loving the feeling of crisp freshness streaming through my still damp hair.

I arrived on campus a few minutes and asked one of the people running the event where I should go to help with the spelling bee and was informed that I wouldn't be needed for another hour. Oh joy. I could have slept another hour.

The good news was that this meant I had a little more time for breakfast. I headed over to the vending machines, planning on purchasing a my little packet of pop tarts, but then my carnivorous streak reared its head once again. I felt this irrepressible urge to eat meat. Thus, I did the ridiculous and bought a double cheeseburger. At 7:30 am. I felt somewhat feral eating lunch/dinner meat this early, but hey: it was yummy. :)

Note to my friends

If you want to upset me, spitting on me is a good way to do that.

A Couple Things

First: My post yesterday was at least somewhat sarcastic. She was very frustrated and wanted to rip my head off (and anyone who knows her can tell you exactly how serious I'm being), so I was just sharing for a minute.

Second: I was taking a final in the HFAC today when the fire alarm went off. That was exciting. :)

:(

Tangerine hates me. I know it. She even told me herself.


:'(

Sigh

My orchestra concert went pretty well. It was fun :)

So, after I got home I noticed that I had a missed call on my phone from a number I didn't recognize. I had only missed them by a few minutes, so I called them back. It turns out that it was a guy in my ward. He was calling to ask me out and I was totally going to say yes (Planetarium show with a random nice guy? Sure!), but then I remembered that I had a monstrous (25-30 page) paper due the next morning. Sigh. So much for that.

Shameless Plug

For anyone interested, symphony orchestra has a concert tomorrow night (April 10) at 7:30 pm in the De Jong. We're playing all Tchaikovsky (except for a Bernstein at the beginning). It will be awesome. You should come.

:)

P.S. It's free.

Hehehe...

It's amazing how much we can miss when we don't pay attention.
It turns out that I know another Board writer. Heh.

Nyms and Nonsense

This weekend has been fun. I mean, it was insane and crazy, but I definitely enjoyed myself. :)

Friday night I visited a friend who I haven't seen all semester (it turned out to be quite the adventure). Saturday night I visited some more friends who I hadn't seen for a while. We watched a movie and played some games. I am now a fan of Curses.

On Sunday night, I went to pick up my laptop from a friend (it was having some issues and he had offered to work on it). It turned out that he had forgotten about it, but he kindly got it out and started cleaning up the clutter on the hard drive. In the meantime, we (meaning my friend, two Board writers, and myself) had a nice little chat.

Well, while working on the little lappie, my friend restarted the computer. This caused google talk to pop up. With my nym address on it.

That was slightly awkward.

Hey. At least now I can say that I understand how it feels to have your nym revealed in a truly ridiculous manner.

Oi vey.

Why I do what I do

Recently, I have spent a bit of time figuring out the identities of a few of the Board writers. I felt kind of weird as I sleuthed around, picking up little clues here and there. I told myself that I was just curious and liked the puzzle, but that answer didn't satisfy me. I knew that there was something more.
Today, I was thinking about a blog that I read a while back. In it, Just Another Cassio talks about how sometimes you see somebody and want to get to know them, but there isn't any good way to do it. I realized that that is the reason why I try and figure out who the Board writers are. I have seen something in people that has grabbed my attention and made me want to get to know them better. The difference is that it wasn't a person's hair or the shape of their body or their face that made me want to know them. Rather, in reading the writers' responses I have been given a brief glance into their minds, their hearts, their souls. From what I've seen, the writers are truly awesome and amazing people. I'm just looking for a way to get to know them better.

Wow

As I was leaving my apartment this morning, I totally biffed it (translation: I slipped and fell down hard). It was actually very funny, but only in retrospect. :P

I can see, it's a miracle!

My glasses got fixed this weekend. Hooray!

I'm looking forward to a day of school where I do not have to deal with my old pair of contacts (*blink blink* *rub rub*) and I will not be falling asleep due to the darkness (although the paparazzi will be all over me if I don't have my shades).

Today is going to be dang busy, but dang sweet as well. :)

Lent!

Today is the first day of Lent. Thank goodness I'm not Catholic, because meat sounds really good today.

Yesterday was a bit long, but it was a good day. I came to an unpleasant realization in one of my classes (I don't know what's going on in there), but I'll be visiting the teacher today to talk to him about that. I went to Go Club. That was fun. Tangerine is amazing, but somewhat deceptive. When you first meet her, she seems fairly quiet and sweet. When you play Go with her, you realize exactly how vicious and bloodthirsty she is. Wally was there, too. He's pretty dang awesome.

I wasn't planning on doing anything for Lent. I never have, simply because I don't see a point to it. Seriously. I'm Mormon. Lent is for Catholics. Besides, how does abstaining from something silly (like socks or junk food or bread or new year's resolutions) make me a better person? I always thought Lent was a foolish little exercise.

Well, last night I was sitting in bed doing Sudoku. It was past the time when I had planned to go to bed, but I was having a very difficult time putting the puzzle down. While mindlessly filling in the numbers, I began to think about all of the time I wasted playing Sudoku (both on paper and online). I must admit that I have a bit of a problem. I am easily distracted, yet Sudoku manages to hold my attention for long periods of time. I have had days when I had made plans to get my homework done, but I ended up sitting down at a computer and doing Sudoku instead.

A common trait in my family is an easily addicted personality. Whether it's a TV show, a game, or whatever, once we start we have a hard time stopping. While sitting on my bed I realized that my easily addicted personality (exemplified by my Sudoku habit) was a natural tendency that was causing me problems. It is a part of my natural man that I have a hard time controlling. Lent is about controlling one's passions (and I must interject that although passion can be a good thing, it is important to remember moderation in all things).

Thus, at 11:30 last night, I decided to give up Sudoku for Lent.

Shhhh... I also decided to do one more, seeing as it would be a while before I'd do another one.

This should be interesting. Maybe I'll spend more time amusing myself by thinking up interesting questions to ask the Board. :)

Blah: Addendum

So, I talked to my roommates about the game situation. (Please note: The game is, in fact, Monopoly.) One of them came up with the ultimate response.

"Do not pass go. Do not collect $25."

It's times like this that remind me of why I really love my roommates. :)

Blah

So, I'm still sick. Not very fun. My head feels all floaty and funny.

I just looked at my facebook and saw that I had received a facebook message from a former roommate who moved out at the end of last semester.

You know how sometimes, when a roommate moves out, you remain friends with her (or him, if you are a guy). Her departure was a sad experience and you exchanged heartfelt goodbyes. You still chat online sometimes to reminisce about the good ol' days. You miss her dearly and wish that she would come back.

This former roommate, is not a former roommate of that sort.

She had some very annoying bad habits (which I shall not enumerate here) and caused more than a little bit of contention in the apartment. I felt sort of bad for her because she always assumed that people were out to get her. Always. Thus, she was always on the defensive. Still, if a girl keeps trying to cut my legs out from under me, I might become less than friendly.

One of the numerous difficulty that we (the other 5 roommates) had with (to limit confusion, I shall invent a name) Tiffany was that she had lots of stuff. I realize that that may sound a bit vague, but I shall expound a bit. When her door was left open, it was clear to see that she took up, not only her side of the room, but a good half of the other roommate's space as well. She managed to fill our entire closet (and it's a dang big closet). Almost everything in the kitchen belonged to her. She had lots of crap. Inevitably, her stuff had a tendency to vomit throughout the apartment. There were weeks when we wouldn't see the kitchen table because her stuff was all over it. It was not uncommon to find her half-full two liters of soda throughout the apartment. Needless to say (especially seeing as any attempt to talk to her was seen as a personal attack), it was very difficult living with her.

When she left, things were not on good terms, to say the least. She quite literally slammed out the door, not pausing to say goodbye. This wouldn't have bothered anybody too much except for one tiny detail: she left at least half of her crap. We (the roommates), were very upset by this. We looked in the closet to see that Tiffany had left a bit of money and note to one of her friends in the ward asking her (the friend) to swing by to pick up all of her stuff to ship to her. Please note: included in the pile of stuff were numerous games, snow tires, opened packages of food, dirty clothes, cooking equipment, along with many other things. Heavy things. Heavy things that would require more money to ship than what Tiffany left.

One of the roommates who hadn't left yet (and who was still on decent terms with Tiffany) called her about all of the stuff. It had to be out of there by the end of the term, otherwise management would throw it away. Tiffany's friend didn't have a car. How did she expect it to ship back properly? Tiffany (grudgingly) said that all of the stuff (with the exception of a few items) should be donated to DI or something. We (the remaining roommates) shrugged, pulled a few items out, then walked away from the situation (after all, going home for Christmas is a wonderful way to distract you from things like that).

Upon my return, I discovered that management, upon hearing about Tiffany's stuff, had taken everyone's stuff from the closet (thinking that they were just getting hers). I was told that all of Tiffany's stuff was going to be thrown away within a short time. I went out to the storage shed and picked out my stuff, along with a few of Tiffany's things that I thought it would be a shame to let get thrown away (some games and such). Time passed. It became February. I forgot about such things.

About a week ago, my roommates told me that one of Tiffany's friends had stopped by. She had taken any of the items that used to be Tiffany's that she saw and asked about a few other things. Specifically, she asked about a board game (which, apparently, held the money that Tiffany left). My roommates told her that they knew that I had the game, but it was probably in my room somewhere, so they'd mention it to me later. When I heard this, I was a bit miffed. Tifanny has been gone for well over a month. She had already given her stuff up. I was fine with returning the money (I had no idea that it was in the game), but had (and have) no plans of returning the game. I took the money out and put it on the fridge so the girl could come get it.

Tiffany's friend asked me about the game on Sunday. I let her know where the money was, but I made it clear that I wasn't planning on returning the game (even if it's simply out of principle at this point).

Today I got a message from Tiffany on facebook (as a side note, after she left, she unfriended everyone from my apartment; oh, such lame revenge). In her message, she insists that I need to return the game or pay her for it (even though, essentially, I saved it from the garbage can). She then proceeded to cite the honor code, saying that it's really up to me, whether I feel good about it or not.

Am I planning on returning the game? No. When a roommate leaves stuff behind (especially if they say to give everything to DI)(also, when the roommate makes a list of exceptions, everything else is fair game), she loses all rights to it. Technically speaking, it became the property of management (or the dumpster, depending on your point of view).

I am sick. I have my famous smoker's cough. I feel lightheaded. And now I am angry. Blah.

Blah

I'm sick.
I don't have internet access at my place.
Blah. I guess I'll see y'all later.

I'm going to... wait a minute...

Don't you love it when you have plans, but then you realize that your procrastination has caught up with you?

Let's just hope I can get this French test done and still make it to the dance on time. That is, of course, without my cell phone, so if I'm running late, it isn't even like I can just call a friend for a ride. So, essentially, I need to be home on time if I want to go. Oh fun.

At least there's the Humanities Dean's List reception. Hehe. They said no dress code. Today I was tired enough to take advantage of it. Hopefully I won't stick out too much. Hopefully, they'll give us cookies. :)

Dry as the desert

So, my glasses are currently out of commission. I didn't feel like wearing my prescription sunglasses all day today, so I put my contacts in this morning.

It's been a while since I wore my contacts.

Also, I felt silly having my contacts in while not wearing any make-up, so I put on full make-up.

My eyes are now very dry, not to mention the fact that there are little bits of mascara stuck in them. It will be fun taking my contacts out tonight. It feels like they're glued to my eyes.

Hmmm... and I haven't eaten dinner yet. Maybe I should do that...

Go!

I went to Go Club tonight. That was pretty dang fun.

I got to meet Tangerine and Wally. That was pretty dang fun as well.

Wally referred to me with a wrong, but totally awesome name. The Chalice of Malice. Sweet...

From the library

Please note: I might think it's great that you like to listen to Numa Numa, but that doesn't mean I need to hear it too.

Oi vey. Buy better headphones.

I'm not a pretentious style snob, I swear...

By the time I got to campus today, I could tell that something was wrong. I wasn't sure about exactly what it was, but I was starting to get a headache. As I kept pushing my glasses up, I finally thought to look at them. They are bent. This stinks.

Luckily, I had my prescription sunglasses in my backpack. Thus, I am walking around campus (even inside buildings) wearing sunglasses. I know. I'm just so hot.

Tee hee hee...

I got a little bit bored in one of my classes today. In order to amuse myself, I began thinking of questions that I could ask the 100 hour board. I've now got about 50 ideas. This is why it's not safe for me to be bored...

Fun Stuff!

Today I wandered over to the 100 hour board booth. Most of them were wearing fake name tags. It was beautiful.

They all seemed really fun and funny. I even figured out a writer's identity (scandal!). Yeah. It was dang sweet.

Snow!

On a lighter note, there's snow outside! That makes me so unspeakably happy. Yet cold. And squishy. Hmmm... I'll be good.

Maybe I can make time this week(end) to go sledding. That would be pretty dang sweet...

Blah

Have you ever had one of those days that makes you want to find a nice sturdy wall to bang your head against?

For me, that day would be today.

Actually, I exaggerate. Today has been a fairly good day. I'm just feeling a bit frustrated right now. :P

Today, I didn't have class until noon, but (for once) I got up this morning and caught up on some readings and such. I took the time to do my make-up carefully and ate a nice, leisurely lunch. Then I looked at the clock and realized that I should have left five minutes before. Oi vey.

So I rushed up to campus and made it into my class right behind the teacher. Ok. Slightly winded. More than slightly stressed. But ok.

Class was pretty good. It's a class on French and Italian cinema, and today's movie was fairly interesting and amusing and should provide me with plenty of info to write up a paper about it. Unfortunately, though an excellent film, it lasted almost two hours and wasn't started until almost 1:00. Please note: my class immediately following it is on the other side of campus.

Thus, I rushed to my next class, barely arriving before the bell rang. Winded. Stressed. Alive. Ok.

As the teacher talked, I had a horrible realization: there was a paper due today. We're not talking about an easy-to-fake one page write up, but rather a 3-5 demi-research paper. I was glad to discover that the teacher doesn't dock too much for lateness, but I was still very frustrated.

At this point, I want to go home, work on some homework, chill a bit, and do other things of that sort. Unfortunately, that isn't really an option. I have to help with a performance that starts at 7:15 and doesn't end until long after that. Sigh. Even if it wasn't for the performance, I still wouldn't go home. I would stay at the library and do my paper.

I want a nap. Or chocolate. Maybe even a nap and chocolate. That sounds nice. And a hug. I could use a hug, too.

Things should be clearing up a lot after this weekend. I just have to make it through the weekend. :P

Good Afternoon!

I always have all sorts of random things that happen and I think to myself, "Self, you should put that on a blog!"
Well, I finally convinced myself (obviously, seeing as this is a blog), so here it is. Have a good day!