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I just got finished reading Tim O'Brien's "How To Tell A True War Story" and right now all I want to ever read or write or have to do with words are the kinds like his. Just reading that, that's a miracle. I don't even know how to respond to it.
Except now I'm going to write a crass, pointless blog that might make a few people laugh or might just make me feel kind of stupid writing it. And I'm just a little bummed because after reading stuff like that, everything else just seems less, I don't know. Meaningful is cliche. And kind of like the story says, there is no moral. I don't know--these are just thoughts. Go read the story and get ready to be floored.
So as far as today, my friends, it was dang cold. And my cold I mean probably the lowest I experienced was about thirty (fahrenheit, of course). But to be fair, that is polar here. This is the south. It's meant to be warm, especially when the sun is out.
Now this morning I had an eight a.m. class, so I was outside at about 740 or so walking to campus and that was fine because I was bundled up in my scarf and mittens (something I rarely do). And then at 850 I turned around and walked back home so I could drive to work. And I was walking through my parking lot when I blinked and my eyes started watering a little bit and all of a sudden, my eyes fogged up. Not even kidding. They FOGGED UP for a few seconds, everything was like when you breathe out air except it was definitely the moisture in my eyes.
Well then I get in my car (TENSE SHIFT) and everything is iced over. The car actually starts without stalling out a couple of times, which is nice, but as I'm sitting there defrosting it, I decide to roll down the windows to see if any of the ice will scrape off.
Except.
The windows won't roll down! They're frozen shut!! So I drive to work and eventually I can get them down. But then four hours go by and it's a little after one and I come home. Now, it's important to note that we don't use the heat in our apartment. And that I'd been complaining all morning about being cold in the office because the thermostat was stuck at 69. And when I got to our apartment, ours was 61, which is actually a good deal warmer than it normally is when we're home, which tends to be night-time.
So I go over to the stove and turn on one of the eyes and warm up over that.
Also, in case you were wondering, the upside down bag of Marshmallow Mateys was my roommate's attempt to warm the apartment up some. She decided to cut the eye of the stove on too, only she turned the wrong one on. And lit the bag of cereal sitting on top of it on fire. Close up:
And I think that speaks enough for the conditions here =)
cheers, guys.
Well, I had no idea how to start this post until I logged onto AIM and saw Nicole's away message and it said:
[insert sarawr's last name]-- are you working tomorrow? movies? lemme knowwww
And I'm fairly certain that's the single greatest thing that's ever happened to me.
Now that said, I had a lot of great things happen to me over Christmas break. And I could write post after post about that but it's all sort of cheezy and, no, it doesn't involve boys. Unless you count Frodo and Gandalf when I read The Fellowship of the Ring for the first time.
So okay. I'm not sure exactly where I'm going with this, but I will tell you: I am never going to get married. I will be the cat lady, and this is why:
boris the cat puking
I've been watching youtube videos like this all night and I just can't stop, they're so amazing. Cats are so amazing when they throw up. Of course it's disgusting and there's something really mean about laughing uncontrollably while your cat's ribs are trying to push their way out of its mouth and its eyes are bugging, but I mean, it's completely involuntary (I say while I replay the movie thirteen times).
But not only will I be a cat lady, I think I'll have to be the kind who dresses the kitties up in doilies and bonnets and sets up the camcorder and tries to make cat-movies with them.
No, not really. What the heck am I saying?
That this is the most random blog ever and I don't know what the heck I'm saying and I'm just making stuff up about cats (except for the puking part).
I was going to blog about how this guy trying to get people to vote for Obama actually told us to, instead, vote for the person who'd eff things up the least, but the real f-word (censored so as not to expose anyone--what am I saying [again]? I didn't like either of them. Buuuh, stop talking about politics, sarawr, get out of this paranthesis). And then I was going to blog about how I drove for about a mile and a half away from the airport with my headlights off because I'm brilliant (that's almost a pun, ahahaa).
But I think what I'm going to blog about is that--I'm not sure, it's just a feeling, but--it's going to be a really good semester, a really good year even. And it's just going to keep getting bigger. I'm going to Romania for the month of July, and hopefully in a year I'll be studying abroad, and I just can't get it out of my head, but I want to go everywhere, travel the whole world. And I don't know about what's going to happen in 2009 as far as that goes, but I do know that it just feels like things are opening up. I don't know how to explain that, maybe like walking down a hallway and it's getting wider until it opens up into a courtyard. And I'm really looking forward to it, because something's going to be amazing =)
cheers.
Well, I have managed to stay up all night completely on accident and it's nearly nine (in the morning) and I'm still awake, so why not write a blog? Since I haven't written one in more than two months, and our poor blog has nearly died, Nicole writing hopeful posts every so often, but it's like this: when I fall off the planet, I can't find it again for another three months.
HOWEVER.
It's the new year, and this is what we do. I want to write once a week--more if I like, sure, but at least once a week. Next semester will probably be as crazy as the last for me, but in a different way, although not only do I mean to blog, I mean to do my homework.
So this is not much of a post at all, but it's New Years Eve and it's the south, so craziness will ensue, which means I'll be blogging soon enough. It's good to be back =)
cheers.
oh blog... our poor little blog. it's been over a month since anyone has shown you any love. i should be doing hw, but i thought of you and how there wasn't even one single post in november, and i couldn't let that happen. it's almost december, after all. how sad! i don't know where we've been. just a crazy month, lots of things happening, i suppose. hopefully we will return to you soon! if not, i fear the pants may remain stolen, never to be returned...
:-(
it's 12am on friday morning and i am weirdly wide awake and decided i wanted to blog. sadly, besides the fact that sam waterson from law and order was on my plane back from charlotte to wilmington, i have no interesting information to give. so, i thought, hmm... what were sara and i just hysterically laughing about thursday afternoon? that would be something good to talk about.
well, we were, of course, brought to tears by none other than the fabulous perez hilton. for those of you less media savvy and up-to-date on your hollywood gossip bloggers, perez is the genius behind perezhilton.com (whose blog is listed at the bottom right of our blog under possible pant thieves you should check out--and yes, you should check it out), where he posts pics and news bits about anyone and everyone that calls themself a celebrity.
sara and i can't decide why we love him more--our shared hate of miley cyrus or how he calls zac efron 'zacquisha,' or any of the other reasons he is hilariously amazing. and i personally share his adoration of a certain musically-inclined trio of brothers from jersey - OJD!! sara knows that i'm slowly fostering the love of them in her, too. because come on, they are just so dang cute, how can you not? but i digress, this is not another post about my OJD, this is about the awesomeness that is perez.
he speaks his mind, which is often the truth and opinions that others have but might not be as inclined to share, and we respect him for that. he is, after all, a king amongst bloggers, whose own celebrity we can only dream of acheiving. though he is loved by many and hated by some, no one can begrudge him the fact that he has managed to turn his little gossip column into a phenonemon that is referenced in tv shows, magazines, and has earned him his own tv slot. all that talk about celebrities has turned him into one! *insert jealously here*
so, here's to you, perez: keep doin' your thang, girlfriend! we'll be reading. much love <3
About twenty minutes ago, I was sitting on my couch completely and totally relaxing, not doing anything at all, which is basically the most amazing thing in the world when you don't ever get to do it (or if you're doing it instead of very pressing homework). Which, apart from hanging out with friends, has been most all of what I've done this weekend (and it has been fabulous).
But anyway, this post is about Kids Say The Darndest Things.
So like I said, was chilling on the couch. And then I hear that fast, insistent, incessant knocking--the way kids who don't know proper knocking etiquette knock. I don't know, whatever, it's annoying. And I figured it was some kids, there have been a few times when they've come over offering to take out the trash for a dollar. Which is fine, and it's sort of cute and if I'd had more than two neighbors within half a mile when I was a kid, I probably would have done the same thing.
Anyway, I went to the door, and it was the kids. Well, I didn't have any cash on me, but I felt bad so I went to see if I had any chocolate bars or anything and I didn't, but I ended up giving them some other candy. But while I was looking, one of the little girls sticks her head in and goes, "Daaang y'all house is dirty."
I'm not a big emoticon person (at least while blogging), but the one that fits this exactly is: -_-
And the truth is, our house is pretty trashed. Basically it's uninhabitable.
But it gets better. I went outside a few minutes later to grab something out of my car and there are the little girls again. We're talking six and seven years old, by the way. And we started talking again for a few minutes and they were asking all those questions kids ask. As follows:
"How old are you?"
"Twenty."
"Oh wow, you're... young!"
"I don't know, I'm kind of old..."
"Do you have a son?"
"No--"
"Do you have a daughter?"
"No, I--"
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No."
Pause.
And the other girl said, "No life, huh?"
Uh--what the heck?? Seriously? Okay.
Well they are silly kids and while I totally disagree and don't even get me started on why being single is actually great right now and the Christian culture (or culture in general, I don't know) puts way too much pressure on getting married and all that, and honestly I do not want to get married five minutes after I graduate. Great for people who do, I just think, as they say, I only have now now. And there's a lot I won't be able to do when I get married so I want to make sure I get to do all the things I want to first. If that makes sense.
Anyway, I didn't actually get that freaked out and mostly I thought it was funny and cute when they said it. And that wow, haha, kids will just say it. And then I told them to go a few doors down (to the roommate's boyfriend's apartment) and knock on his door and try to get his trash. And, not even kidding, when they were describing who sent them, they totally described us as the people with the 'real messy house.'
should be pretty self-explanatory, but let me elaborate.
october is the best month ever because of the following:
1. it holds the highly esteemed, revered, and celebrated date of birth of one the world's greatest living treasures--me.
2. the last day of the month goes out in inimitable style with free candy and costumes and parties and spirits roaming the earth! what more could you ask for! and finally...
3. the much desired and awesomely timed fall break occurs here as well, giving us poor, tired, worn out students a very deserved break in the middle of the semester.
not to mention that this year, the release of the highly-anticipated (not just to me, ask anyone) HSM3 is oct. 24... even better for october's clout!!
fall gets into full swing here, too, so the leaves are changing all kinds of crimsons, tangerines, and butterscotches. and the weather is finally starting to cool down. there are hayrides and leaf-pile-jumping and trips to the pumpkin patch!
i mean, honestly, when does any other time of the year offer so much? that's right, none.
tomorrow it is off to jersey for me. the forecast for both flying dates claims sunny skies, so hopefully there will be no delays or missed flights. i will try my hardest to find some crazy people in the airport yelling at their kids or running to catch their plane in high heels and a mini skirt for me to blog about next week when i get back.
safe breaks, everyone, and happy october!! :-D
