eloquacity

An Open Letter to the Male Sex

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 18:32:14 GMT

Dear boys,

I enjoy your company. You make good friends. If you've got a problem with someone, you say it straight out instead of creating drama, which I appreciate immensely. You can be rude and crude sometimes, but the world will go on. You can also be adorably sweet and then all of us on the opposite side make squeeing noises.

HOWEVER.

Life would be so, so, so much less difficult without you in the picture. Really. Do you know how many times I've decided to be done with you forever? (Hint: A lot.) And yet you REMAIN IN EXISTENCE. This is unacceptable. I cannot deal with you right now. I am tired. Midterms are coming up and I am screwed. I am emotionally drained over the wreckage of one relationship and the awkward residue of another. I CANNOT DO THIS RIGHT NOW.

Thus, I must ask you kindly to remove yourselves from the equation.

That is all.

Sincerely and with the most platonic of love,
Me

Heeeere we go!

Fri, 05 Jan 2007 20:03:15 GMT

So, off to begin a new year.

This one started rather interestingly -- caught in the biggest snowstorm New Mexico's had in 50 years, right when our car decided to break down. Good times. Luckily, we managed to make it to my grandmother's house, so we had food, water, and electricity for the duration (unlike a lot of people throughout the state, including my aunt across town). But we made it through and made it home, thank goodness.

It was fantastically amazing to see everyone I managed to get together with over break. If I didn't get to see you, I'm sad. Trust me. I had a huge list of peoples I wanted to see and...well, life happened, and weather, and...yeah. Call me. Seriously.

This semester looks promising, and I've decided to be excited about it, because inevitably I'll end up disappointed and disillusioned eventually, so I'm purposely making up for it by being optimistic now.

Monday
1:00 - 1:50 pm: Society & Its Discontents (First class on Monday = ONE PM!! I am in heaven.)
3:00 - 4:15 pm: Language of Poetry

Tuesday, aka Hell Day
9:25 - 10:40 am: Symbolic Logic
10:50 am - 12:05 pm: American Persona
1:35 - 2:50 pm: Women's Chorus
3:00 - 4:15 pm: Consort Singers
4:30 - 7:00 pm: On Motion and Mechanics

(Let's see, that makes it from 9:25 am to 7 pm that I will not be returning to my room. OH JOY. Plus, if I have CLC group after that, it'll be until 8. And when choir gets close to a concert, combined rehearsal will be right after that, bringing the ultimate close of the day to 10 pm, over 12 hours after my first class. Does the ecstasy never end?)

Wednesday
1:00 - 1:50 pm: Society & Its Discontents
3:00 - 4:15 pm: Language of Poetry
PLUS 9:00 - 10:30 pm: Choir rehearsal (church) -- Not a class, but I'll be able to go this semester instead of sitting in my mind-numbing three-hour evening film class. YES.

Thursday
9:25 - 10:40 am: Symbolic Logic
10:50 am - 12:05 pm: American Persona
1:35 - 2:50 pm: Women's Chorus
3:00 - 4:15 pm: Consort Singers

Friday
1:00 - 1:50 pm: Society & Its Discontents
AND THAT'S ALL YAAAYYYYY

...But that doesn't include work, or Honors committee meetings, or CLC events, various Consort Singer performances ("Hey, we need some entertainment for the old rich people coming in tomorrow. OI, CONSORT SINGERS..!"), service org stuff if I end up applying/getting in, maybe writing for the Loyolan (money, yay!), or Taize prayer.

Or, for that matter, Nerf battles, late nights in Sacred Heart chapel, midnight movie expeditions, fort-building, fountain-throwing, girl talk, boy...video gaming(?), hat-wearing, Lucky Charms-eating, your-mother-insulting, incriminating-quote-recording, Honors-Annex-napping, or 3-am-hallway-procrastinating.

And after all, those are the most important things, when all is said and done. Wouldn't you agree?

And you? How does your semester look?

(No, I'm serious. That's really a question, and I honestly want an answer. Really.)

Wed, 27 Dec 2006 07:46:06 GMT

Things that are oddly satisfying in a vaguely indescribable way (in no particular order):

- Settling down in the corner of Barnes and Noble with a coffee in one hand and a good book in the other, and next looking up to realize that two hours (and daylight) have disappeared.

- Wandering across campus alone at 2 in the morning, only to run into a friend doing the same thing and spending the next hour just talking.

- Beating a room full of males at Mario Super Smash Brothers.

- Wandering through antique stores, trying on ridiculous hats and coming this close to buying an ancient and yellowing (but magnificent) wedding dress. Just because.

- After being dragged out of bed at an unholy hour by one's younger brothers on Christmas morning and participating in the materialistic orgy of gift-unwrapping, going back to sleep for three more blissful hours.

- Hot spiced cider and Christmas carols around a roaring fire.

- Seeing YOU.

Merry Christmas, my chilluns. Hope yours was wonderful.

Year in Review

What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?
- Got a job. Then quit that one, went to college, and got another one. Yay!
- Stayed up until 4:30 a.m. working on a paper due at 9. Never before. AND NEVER AGAIN.
- Visited the Museum of Jurassic Technology. Every person on this planet should go. This means you.
- Threw someone into the fountain on their birthday. So far, the tally stands at...seven? Eight?

Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Given that I made none, I guess I met them. And I doubt I'll make any this time around.

Did anyone close to you give birth?
Not that I'm aware of.

Did anyone close to you die?
Thankfully, no.

What countries did you visit?
Alas, none save the US of A.

What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?
The elusive ability to eat food involving small, dry particles (Lucky Charms cereal, kettle korn, etc.) without dropping it on the floor or down my shirt. HAND-EYE COORDINATION IS HARD OKAY.

What date(s) from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Um...being, I must shamefacedly admit, female, a certain person's birthday upon which he and I became officially involved (I think)? (I am embarrassed. Shut up.)

What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Surviving the past three and a half months. There's been more social, emotional, and academic upheaval in those past three months than in the previous three years combined.

What was your biggest failure?
I could have handled certain situations with considerably more wisdom. But I don't think they qualify as failures.

Did you suffer any illness or injury?
Amazingly, no. I managed to make it through the entire semester without once catching a cold. You may bow before my amazing immune system.

What was the best thing you bought?
UM. What? Okay, um, I guess...my black ballet flats? I love those shoes. Seriously, I have no idea how to answer this question.

Whose behavior merited celebration?
BZUH? I haven't the slightest clue. Probably not my own, though.

Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Ahm, I don't think it's appropriate to say in this public forum.

Where did most of your money go?
I DON'T KNOW HONESTLY IT MAKES ME DEPRESSED. Where does money ever go? Christmas gifts certainly didn't help, either.

What did you get really, really, really excited about?
I don't know that I ever got really, really really excited about any one thing in particular. I am retroactively excited (if such a state exists) that I ended up going to LMU, since at this time next year I pretty much would never have dreamed I'd end up there. But it's turned out to be one of the best decisions of my life.

What song will always remind you of 2006?
Aw! "100 Years"! '06, baby!

compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? Hard to say. But I'm definitely happy now.
b) thinner or fatter? Ooooh boy, definitely fatter. CURSE YOU FRESHMAN FIFTEEN!! *shakes fist angrily*
c) richer or poorer? Oh wow, richer, actually, now that I think about it. As compared to this time last year. Suddenly, I feel less despondent about my financial situation! Thank you, meme, for putting things back in perspective! Oh intarwebs, what would I do without you...?

What do you wish you'd done more of?:
Sleep. Well, actually...the times I slept less than I wanted usually involved hanging out with those people I love most. I'm willing to sacrifice some sleep for them, come to think of it.

What do you wish you'd done less of?
Aaaahahahhaaha procrastination.

How will you be spending Christmas?
...IN MY MEMORY, meme. You're late.

Did you fall in love in 2006?
Love? Not sure, unless Avenue Q is right (as, I must admit, it generally is), and "The More You Love Someone (the More You Want To Kill Them)". In which case I've got it bad. (Honestly, I don't want to kill Zach all the time. He just needs...to learn. He's like an untrained puppy. Adorable, lovable, well-intentioned, but possessing a distressing tendency to make a mess on the rug, which you can't yell at him for because he doesn't know any better, but all the same YOU IDIOT LOOK AT MY NEW CARPET GRAAAHHHH.)

How many one-night stands?
Five, unless you count that one time in Tijuana, in which case it's six.
(AAAAHAHAHHAAHA)

What was your favorite TV program?
OMG OMG OMG Arrested Development pwns my soul.

Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
No. I don't hate many people.

What was the best book you read?
Ooooh, toughie. Rather than spend an hour deciding, I'm just going to pick at random My Sister's Keeper by Jodie Picoult. The first book I've read that made me swear out loud because just before the twist occurred, I realized it was coming and NOOOOOOOOOO!

What was your greatest musical discovery?
Hmmm. Nothing earth-shattering. Zach fangirls Josh Groban like a preteen on a sugar high, and I must admit the man's got a voice, but other than OMG WAIT AVENUE Q. That musical is absolute genius. With songs like "What Do You Do With a B.A. In English?" ("Four years of college/And plenty of knowledge/Have earned me this useless degree/I can't pay the bills yet/'Cause I have no skills yet..."), "Everyone's a Little Bit Racist," and "Schadenfreude," what more could you ask? (Correct answer: NOTHING.)

What did you want and get?
To go to a college at which I would thrive. Mission accomplished.

What did you want and not get?
Smooth sailing my first semester. Excuse me while I double over in laughter.

what was your favorite film of this year?
Little Miss Sunshine, no contest. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I reached the age of majority, and...ate cake?

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
I honestly can't think of anything. Some not-so-nice things happened, but they were necessary, I think.

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?
(WTF is this question doing here?) Uh, varied?

What kept you sane?
My friends, both HS and LMU.

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
You know, I think it demonstrates that I've been spending WAY too much time with a group of guys lately that my first, knee-jerk reaction to this question was "Your mom." Yes, I am humiliated.

What political issue stirred you the most?
I've become an apathetic college student, woe! I haven't had time to keep up with much in the way of politics.

Who did you miss?
You. And that's probably true, given that only SPHS peoples read this. I kept thinking I saw SP people on campus, too -- weird sensation.

Who was the best new person you met?
That's a completely impossible question to answer. Everyone.

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006:
Things work out. It feels like they won't, but they do. God has a funny way of knowing best (imagine that). It just takes a little patience and hope, and next thing you know you're on your way.

Peace and ♥.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig...

Sat, 16 Dec 2006 08:56:53 GMT

Well, I'm back.

I'm looking forward to seeing each and every one of you over the break -- I'm leaving for Nuevo Mexico on the 27th or 28th, and I have to be back at school by the 6th of January, so y'all better see me before then.

It's...weird to be home. The past semester has gone by so amazingly quickly; I feel as if only yesterday I left. And I don't feel like I belong at home. There's the fact that I no longer have a room -- or even a bed, really. I've grown accustomed to the rhythm of Life At LMU™, and what's more, I like it.

I love sitting on the patio outside Roski's, by the fountain, drinking Javanilla coffee (heaven!) as cool breezes blow off the ocean. I love sprinting barefoot across Sunken Gardens in the middle of the night, Molly and Carly close behind, all three of us packing Nerf guns and in hot pursuit of Jessica as she (unsuccessfully) seeks sanctuary in Rains. I love napping on the dais behind the altar in Sacred Heart Chapel as Zach or Jessica plays on the piano in an otherwise empty church. I love throwing everyone into the fountain on (or around) their birthday, even people I've never met before in my life (apologies to that girl on the third floor of Rains -- your roommate recruited us). I love our hallway parties the nights before the big papers are due, descending inexorably into delirium as the hours drag on but nonetheless managing to have a good time. I love secretly raiding Matt's boxes of Lucky Charms and laughing when Brandon asks where all the marshmallows went. I love having Public Safety threaten to break up the Honors Christmas Party because of 1.) noise complaints and 2.) alcohol violations (oh, seniors, you tried so hard to get the freshmen drunk; too bad so few of us were interested). I love sitting up in Matt and Jonathan's room (neither of whom are anywhere to be found), talking with Jessica until 3 am about boys and how they make our lives miserable. I love building forts in the lounge and holding ice cream shot contests, choir concerts and CLC small-group meetings. I love everything.

I'm excited to see everyone back at home. I really am. But honestly, I feel more at home on campus than I do at the address I've had for the past twelve years. It's a strange feeling. I thank God for leading me to LMU, even if the path I took to get there was a little...convoluted. It's been a crazy, crazy semester -- emotionally, socially, and even (if you can believe it, which you probably can't, because it's not like I'm going to school or anything) academically, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to relax, catch up on some sleep, and do quite a bit of reflecting on where I'm at right now.

But as much as I know I'll enjoy the next three weeks and that they'll be good for me, I already miss my dorm room, my daily routines, and the amazing people who have been my family for the past three and a half months.

I'm not quite sure how it's possible for me to have so quickly "moved out", in an emotional sense. But I do feel like I've moved out as well as moved on, and it's very strange to be home again.

None of this is to say that I love you (yes, you) any less, and it certainly doesn't release you from the obligation to hang out with me in the next couple of weeks. It does mean, I'm sure, that we'll have lots to talk about.

And you know what? I'm okay with that.

♥

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 06:30:43 GMT

Soooo...

Once the registrar's office decides to NOT BE RETARDED, I will officially no longer be a rudderless, undeclared freshman.

Instead, I will be a rudderless English/philosophy double major freshman. Who will never get a job. Wheeee!

And I would love love love to minor in music (vocal performance emphasis), but I'm so swamped as it is and apparently, the music program is fiendishly time-consuming and difficult. THIS MAKES NO SENSE TO ME. :C It's singing -- come on now, music department, WHY? Then again, the music department is chaired by the woman who directs the choirs I'm in, and she's NUTS. I know you have to be a little unhinged to teach in any of the arts, but she really is a dictator (dictatress? :D). I don't know. Anyway. So I'm thinking maybe not so much with the music minor, even though I'm already earning upper division music elective credit with the two audition choirs I'm in. But that could change, and since I'm definitely not going to major, I still have time to get the credits for a minor later on if I so desire.

Meanwhile, though, I'm happy with philosophy and English. I think English has always kind of been a foregone conclusion for me, if only in the back of my mind, and once the time comes I'll probably go with the writing emphasis rather than literature, though lit is tempting as well. And since I've been here at LMU, I've found myself increasingly drawn to philosophy. The thinking it requires is so vastly different from anything you encounter in high school: no rote memorization here, no recitation of facts, no searching for 'what the teacher wants.' Thinking about thinking (and thinking about thinking about thinking!) is so gloriously mind-bending I can hardly stand it. The more my head hurts coming out of On Human Dignity, the happier I am. I'll be taking Symbolic Logic next semester and I can't wait.

Meanwhile, I love my friends so much. Last night we kidnapped my roommate (it was her birthday), blindfolded her and drove her without speaking to Souplantation, where 20 of us were gathered for a surprise dinner party. We had ice cream shot-eating contests (with hilarious brain-freezing results) and smuggled muffins in our purses, then came back to campus and dumped Molly in the fountain as per the LMU birthday tradition. Then we congregated in our floor's lounge, overturned all the coffeee tables and couches and made a giant fort with everyone's blankets and sheets. Add a couple of board games, a guitar, and popcorn, and the possibilities are endless! ...At least until the party's broken up by the RAs. But whatever. Next time we'll have Nerf guns and WE'LL SEE WHO'S LAUGHING THEN.

HINT: US.

Anyhoo, I'll be back in the 9-10-30 this weekend (for Tiger deadline, YAY!) and of course for Thanksgiving. So I better see y'all, or heads will roll.

I mean that in a very positive and self-esteem-building sort of way, of course.

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♥!

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 04:59:03 GMT

I have a paper due tomorrow that is worth 25% of my grade, and I still can't verbalize my thesis satisfactorily. I've gone in and spoken to the professor and both of us understand what it is I'm trying to say, but still can't explain it. And hand gestures and facial expressions, while helpful in person, do not translate particularly well into type.

It's kind of like writer's block, except THINKER'S BLOCK. Way worse, my friends.

Sigh.

So I will update LJ instead!!

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We had an awesome time on Friday. Who says Honors kids can't party? >:D I seriously spent three hours -- no exaggeration -- draping every exposed inch of the Birds Nest, inside and out, with artificial spiderwebs. Several other dedicated workers set out more food and candy than should ever be allowed to exist in one place, hung up lanterns, plugged in strobe lights, and various sundry Halloween-y things.

(We did an amazing job. If we do say so ourselves. ANYWAY.)

I love, love, love my LMU homies. They are so wonderful and I adore them to pieces.

Me and the roomie, all dolled up and ready to eat candy.

Pirate!Me, Peter Pan!Molly and Sexy Maid!Katie. We were responsible for fully half the decorations in the place. Plus I had to go around and fix everything that Zach did wrong. (DO NOT LET BOYS PUT UP SPIDERWEBS THEY DO NOT KNOW HOW.)

This man is Indiana Jones. Even his ringtone is the Indiana Jones main theme. So awesome omg.

Carly decided to be a bum, so she walked to the nearest supermarket, stole a cart, and trundled it all the way back to campus. That? Is dedication, my friends.

Later that night, Carly crawled through the aftermath of the drunken orgy, groping blindly for her lost eyeball.

Molly was Peter Pan and the only toy knife she could find was one with fake blood in the blade. Which actually ended up being awesome.

Sibling rivalry can lead to ugly scenarios, kids. Don't let this happen to you.

Who needs a karaoke machine when you can just belt into microphones over the sound system? And when you've got half the building singing, nobody knows the difference.

We had a scavenger hunt. We could not use any of our own possessions. A bra was one of the required items. Nobody we talked to was willing to give a group of complete strangers an item of lingerie. Time was running out.

Then, suddenly, Katherine was struck by a brilliant idea.

"To the laundry room!" she cried.

Pawing through bags of unclaimed (but clean, rest assured) laundry, the team frantically searched for a feminine undergarment. At last Katherine caught a glimpse of flesh-toned silk.

"I got one!" she screamed, pulling it out and holding it aloft in all its 36-D glory.

We won.

(We totally returned it afterwards, if anyone's concerned. We never did find out whose it was.)

Aaaand now, a picture that I think sums up the entire dynamic of my and Zach's relationship.

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Happy Halloween, my loves.

Sun, 24 Sep 2006 19:19:17 GMT

So my roommate (Molly of the awesomeness) and I were really pretty tired of doing our essays last night at about midnight, so we had...

AN ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT MARATHON!!!!

I am in love. Seriously. I haven't laughed so hard at a show in a long, long time.

(Now I have to introduce her to the BBC Office. Mwaaaahahaha.)

No, I can't describe the context for this shot. It's impossible.

An update!

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 02:26:25 GMT

Well, it's been a month since I moved in, but it feels a lot longer. Not in a bad way -- it's not as if I drag myself through every day in slow motion. I've not been homesick at all, which surprises me. Instead, I've been having a wonderful time.

Since people (or, okay, just Steph) seem to be recapping their classes, I'll follow suit:

Psych: Eh. An Intro class, so I was never expecting much, but easy and not unbearably boring. I'll take it.

French: So much fun. M'sieur Lony is from French Guiana and is tall, lanky, and funny -- in French! I'm always having to run at top mental speed to keep up with him when he talks, but he's a good professor and very knowledgeable. I enjoy this class because not only am I actually taught things, but it's very small (about 12 people) and a lot of it is discussion-based. I'm terrified of speaking, of course, but the kids in my class are friendly and M. Lony is patient and I'm holding my own, at least. And it's nice.

On Human Dignity: This is our Honors philosophy core class, taught by Sister Mary Beth, the most awesome nun I've ever met. Seriously. I love her. She's a small, elfin, bubbly middle-aged woman whose knowledge and wit never cease to amaze me. Sister Mary Beth I LOVE YOUUUU. Coincidentally, she's also taking over this year as the head of the Honors Program. I'm excited. We've just finished going over Plato's "Gorgias" and are now moving on to the "Apology," and I feel very collegiate reading ancient Greek philosophers, let me just say. Oh, and also it's interesting, but that's secondary to pseudointellectualism, doncha know.

On the Sublime: Of all my classes, this is the one I'm...not sure about. I think I like it. I'm pretty sure I like it. Let's explain. It's our Honors English core, taught by Dr. Harris. Dr. Harris is -- well, let's just say that Dr. Harris is somewhere, but that somewhere is most decidedly not the world the rest of us are inhabiting. Nevertheless, he seems to be having a good time, wherever he is, and I kind of wish I was there, too. Anyway. I always leave that class feeling a little...tripped out, I guess you could call it. But I enjoy it. We went on a field trip(!) to the Museum of Jurassic Technology, which was the single most bizarre experience of my life. I hated it when I was there. Then we got back to campus, I thought about it some more, did a little reading, mulled it over, and now I desperately want to go back. I really can't say much more about it, because I hope someday you all will go, and I don't want to spoil it for you.

Women's Chorus and Consort Singers: Grumble Time! I don't know who decided to schedule these two choirs back-to-back, but it was a BAD IDEA, because it means for those of us who are in both (granted, not too many, but a significant number), every Tuesday and Thursday we have basically three solid hours of practice. THANK YOU, POWERS THAT BE. But despite leaving every Consort Singers rehearsal hoarse, I LOVE LOVE LOVE choir. LOVE. LOVELOVE. The director, while intimidating and a little bit insane (aren't all music directors?), KNOWS what she's doing, and the members are amazing. You know, I'm sorry, Madrigals guys, but you just didn't have the amazing richness of tone that some of the upperclassman voice majors do (yes, I am a music geek, and yes, I swoon for a hot tenor voice. Shut up). In fact, I'm considering declaring in a minor in music (voice emphasis), but it would mean hard-core voice lessons and theory classes and while I'm up for it, my first love is choir. Speaking of which: LOVE. ♥

Art of Cinema: Hee! This is an awesome class. On the syllabus: Living in Oblivion (Steve Buscemi pwns j00!), The Full Monty, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Last Picture Show, Raging Bull, Vendredi Soir, The Piano, All That Jazz, Dancer in the Dark, Y Tu Mama Tambien, Bicycle Thieves, and The Fog of War. I have (had, for the first three) never seen any of them, and I'm hugely excited for the rest of the semester. I really couldn't care less about how the mise en scene contributes to the science-fiction genre of Eternal Sunshine; I'm just here for good flicks, folks. And I can BS my way through any serious analysis. It's a win-win situation!

ENGL 116 - Practicum in Tutoring: I. DON'T. CARE. But I'm getting paid for all hours spent in this class/training. Which makes up for the sheer BORINGNESS of it all.

And, just so Shannon knows, it hasn't been all sunshine and roses. Personal drama = not fun. BUT. I'm enjoying myself, missing my old friends but loving my new ones, drinking Jamba whenever I feel like it (and Chipotle's just down the road!), finding secret gardens in which to study, hitting the snooze four times in a row, going to beach bonfires with the awesome Honors kids, mooching free food from any club hosting an event, and just generally having a good time.

I miss you all and I hope you're having fun, too.

I'll shut up now and write my essay on an object that inspires wonder (Half Dome!). Dr. Harris, is this SUBLIME enough for you?

♥

Sat, 09 Sep 2006 00:29:36 GMT

I am indeed alive. Just extraordinarily busy. Seriously.

I am taking nine classes this semester. NINE! Ten, if you count the no-credit (grr!) lab that goes with my Art of Cinema class. Granted, four of them are one-credit classes (norm is three), but still. I've been busy. In terms of actual work, surprisingly, I haven't been swamped, but I feel like I spend all day every day scurrying across campus. Plus, most of my (TEN) classes are in U-Hall, which -- for those of you unfamiliar with the LMU campus (that is to say all of you) -- is literally the farthest you can get from my dorm and still be on campus. Seriously. Check it out (and behold my mad photoshopping skillz):

Also? U-Hall (or UNH on the map) is a freaking quarter-mile long. And all the Honors classrooms and offices and such are at the FAR END. It's all a vast conspiracy to...keep me in shape, I guess. Well, okay.

I <3 my hall so much. And everyone, really. Also, I'm in two audition choirs this semester (whoo, upper-division music credits!), and I'm incredibly excited for our concerts. I feel really, really young and freshman-y sitting in a small ensemble of musicians who KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING AND DO IT INCREDIBLY WELL, but I'm honestly considering a minor in vocal music now because -- especially since I'm starting the choirs my first semester -- it doesn't seem like it would be TOO much work and plus I would love it.

On a mildly related note, it's hilarious to be undeclared. Everyone from department heads to upperclassmen has been taking it upon themselves to sell their major to me. Admittedly, I may encourage them a little, but it's fun to watch. The only ones I turn down flat are the math majors; it simply wouldn't be emotionally honest of me to lead them on.

So tonight I'm off to get soup-in-a-bread-bowl from the dining hall and watch a movie, projected on a giant screen on the side of a building, from the Sunken Gardens. Whee!

I love you all so very, very much. I will leave you with these, since the meme seems to be experiencing a renaissance of late:

Haiku² for fallohidepride
no safety net and two days this is a point of pride for me back home
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Created by Grahame

Haiku² for fallohidepride
a guess who battle to the death i ate sour cream and onion pringles
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Created by Grahame

Haiku² for fallohidepride
to head out 'on my own ' in that terrified kind of excitement
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Created by Grahame

Truly, truly profound stuff, guys.

And this one just cracks me up:

Haiku² for fallohidepride
only six icons wahhhhh te amo mucho yes she lives status at each
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Created by Grahame

♥

Elle vive!

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 17:56:58 GMT

Je suis la!

It's been a crazy week. Packing up every inch of my room back home, moving in, the Honors Summit in Santa Barbara, returning to campus.

I'm excited.

My room back home, forlorn and empty:

My new room in Del Rey North 130!

Molly, aka The Roommate Made of Awesome

The dramatic Sorting ceremony following the hour-long quest to light a fire. We're pathetic.

Alas, I have no pictures of the epic Quidditch Tournament, but it was a lot of fun. Oh, and RAVENCLAW WON MWAHAHAHAHA THE TROPHY IS OURS FOR A YEAR.

Ahem.

Hiking in the dark. We found a mysterious old abandoned shack and all fully expected to die at the hands of a crazed axe murderer. Alas, the only rush of adrenaline came when John decided it would be funny to start screaming and all the girls reflexively followed suit. But no dramatic deaths.

I miss you all so, so much. I hope you're having a wonderful time, wherever you may be.

Tue, 15 Aug 2006 02:59:05 GMT

I've gone nuts with dorm shopping.

Cute bedspread, or the cutest bedspread?

My sheets are light green. My bathrobe is teal. So is my towel. My washcloths are various shades of green, blue, and white. My shower caddy is teal. My razors are blue. The new shoes I bought yesterday are blue. So are most of my new tops (I love Target. I do, I do). There's more, I know; I just can't think of it.

I am more coordinated than I've ever been in my life. It's sickening.

I LOVE IT. MOOHAHAHAHAHA.

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In other news, one of the student organizers of next week's Honors retreat emailed me out of the blue and asked me if I would be captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team.

Say what?

I agreed. I haven't the slightest idea what I've gotten myself into, but the Honors Summit does sound like fun. Wish me luck with quidditch captaining. Or whatever.