Post-Quiz

That was one of the easiest things I have done in that class for a while. Huzzah. Everything was on the powerpoint handouts. Everything. Easy as pie.

So, on the bus this morning, this guy in sweats and a hoodie comes and sits next to me. nothing out of the ordinary, right? About five minutes later, I look over at him, and he's got jeans on. What? I guess he wore sweatpants over them to protect himself from the rain...but still. It was kinda weird. I just can't imagine toting around one more bulky item, anyway. Not with the load I already carry.

I took two huge books to the open-book quiz today that I didn't even have to use. Booo.

Oh, the snow'sa comin' down. I already finished my coffee, which is too bad, since I would like to drink it now that I'm relaxed. Ah well.

Ok...a bunch of St. Paul firefighters just strolled past me. I thought I heard truck sirens outside, but didn't think anything of it...odd. And they were just...strolling.

Alright. Now I have to tell you about my yesterday.

I was planning on getting a ton done, which, I got some stuff done, but not nearly enough as I had planned. But, instead, I got to see several people I love, so that totally overruled my homework lifestyle.

First, I walked to my one class in through the chilly, gloomy fall atmosphere in my snuggly plaid vest, clutching a mug of hot chocolate on the way to class. I don't even care what the class was about. I just know that I enjoyed my personal bubble during it.

After returning to my dorm and showering, my sister came by and picked me up so we could go to some craft stores to find a hole punch I needed for Color. unfortunately, after visiting three places in Roseville, they were all out. But who cares. I got to see my favorite sibling. We went to Eddington's for lunch, which was perfect, then stopped by Everyday People, a consignment shop in St. Paul so she could find an outfit for senior pictures. It was quite nice.

When Carla dropped me back off at the St. Paul campus, I went to the computer lab to scan some stuffs. Whatever. On my way to the bus stop, Abby Zilka calls me. Apparently, she had gotten done with a test early, and had about 45 minutes to kill before picking up her brother at YEAH. So, she came and met me in the Student Center, and we talked for a while, which was just wonderful.

And on our way out, the best best thing happened. We ran into Celery Fancy-Pants Sam.

For those of you who do not know Celery Fancy-Pants Sam, he is the head tech guy for the Student Center theatre that both of use worked with during our old theatre productions here. Sam is a quirky man, sort of a bumbling fellow, and just downright funny. I wondered when I would ever run into him, and of all times, I see him when I'm with another CB Productions aficionado. We were just walking, when Abby exclaimed "There's Sam!" We went up to him and said hi, and he looked quite taken aback. He told us, in his stuttering way, that he was the same as usual, and then had to dash off to catch his bus. Abby and I walked away stifling laughter at the joy of our discovery. It was just silly.

As for the Celery Fancy-Pants part of his name, well, that's a nice inside joke. Ha.

Ahh. I have and hour to just chill before my next class. I feel like I should try and do something productive. Whoopee.

People who unashamedly have dance parties in the elevator are mildly amusing. I was carrying my laundry up last night, and this group got on and decided to have a dance part every time the elevator door shut. It was very interesting. Especially their vocal attempts at club-style music.

Oh, music. I miss it. I miss playing it with other people. Just playing alone is not sufficient for a bassist. No, sirree. Where are my crazy jazz people??

I tink I'm going to try and slave away at some design homework. Hurrah.

Later.

"WHO HATES IOWA?" (aka, The Power of One)

Alright. It's the weekend. This is nice.

I think I am going to take this opportunity to fill you in on life's nuances and happenings.

Fridays are good. I dig them alright. I intentionally skipped my geography class Friday so I could catch up on some zeds and work on a project in the mornin'. I really don't need to learn everything about British Columbia first thing in the morning, thanks. Not super relevant to my life. Yay Geog.

So, yes. Friday was a good deal. I slept for a good couple of hours that afternoon, which was beyond beautiful. I am so sleep deprived, it's just sad. I sleep everywhere now. It was parents weekend, so my family called me around 5, and we met up on the St. Paul campus so they could park there, and we could all bus back to Minneapolis for some dinner and some homecoming festivities and merriment. And that is what happened. A slick dinner at Applebees, a stop at the end of the parade route to take a glance at the mayor, the Vulcans, and people handing out safe sex packets (which, after being randomly handed one, I slyly dropped on the ground for the street sweepers. Meh.)

After seeing them yesterday, I still don't understand what the Vulcan Krewe is all about. Would someone care to explain?

Well, the end of a parade route is not the most exciting thing ever, so we trekked on over to the stadium to get good seats, which we did, right behind the field goal. It was cold and wonderful out there. I think we just sat around for about a half hour, looking around, watching Goldie, and freezing our butts off. The actual festivities included lip-synching/dance groups, cheer squads, a gathering of famous Gophers, such as Walter Mondale, Lindsey Whalen, Bobby Bell, and Garrison Keillor. He gave a bit of a speech, which Carla and I highly enjoyed. As he spoke of the greatness of an outdoor stadium in Minnesota, and how tough we are in the cold, he quipped, "The world should not be re-arranged for the sickly and the delicate." Carla and I just adore that quote now. It is very true.

The marching band is so big. Holy cow. some 318ish people, or something. It's impressive.

The night ended with a spectacular fireworks display, and as we exited the stadium, one of the highlights of my night occurred.

On one of the huge staircases that exits the stadium, about 300 of slowly shuffled down the many, many stairs into the street. On our way down, a guy starts yelling, "Who hates Iowa??" His little posse of about 7 then replied, "We hate Iowa!" And he kept yelling and yelling. In the span of about 45 seconds, the entire 300-some person crowd is responding, "WE HATE IOWA!!" to this lone guy's yelling. It was pretty impressive. The power of one, guys. There it is.

Yeah. So, eventually we got back to my dorm, packed up my stuff, and made it home by 12 to eat AMAZING homemade apple pie (with homegrown apples, mind you.) Carla and I started watching Disney's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" at about 1:15, and we both ended up falling asleep.

This is pretty typical, except I usually wake up at the end of the movie and go upstairs to bed. Not this time. Heh, I woke up at 10 AM when my mom sauntered in in her mint green bathrobe to let the dog out. It was so disorienting. I first expected to wake up at school, and if not at school, my own bed, but not in a chair. Really really odd.

My day ended up being an awesome mix of snow, work, sleep, food, family, and paint. Yep.

Ha. So my great great great pal Brenna was down in town from her college, St. Benedict's, up near St. Cloud. We really wanted to see each other, but I had so much homework and all, and Sunday was full, pretty much. So I decided at 1:15 AM, after some text messaging madness, to go see her. My neighborhood is so dead at 1:30 AM. I drive to the end of my street, and Brenna calls, telling me she was a bit too tired to do this. That's legit, so we decided to meet up today at 8:30 AM at my house. Much more reasonable. I took down the note I left for my parents, and went down to tell Carla I had come back ( I had notified her beforehand). Busy busy.

Meh. so much for a late night escapade. It was a better idea to meet int he morning, though, since I was pretty tired myself. I like my Ber.

OH. I found a $20 bill by the side of the road outside of church this morning. Cha-CHING.

Yep. Nothing else to big to report. Not that anything I said was that great anyway. I mostly do this for myself, you know...

More later. This thing is too long.

And we begin with pecan pie.

So, recently, my life has been this turmoil of something we all know as Senior Year. It's been great, overall, despite constant commuting and college-level homework.

But recently I realized that because I am making a ton of memories, and discovering so many things this year, that I just can't keep them in my head. Yet, journaling is impossible for my person because of the excessive writer's cramp that plagues me after the first page or so. So, I dig around for another alternative. Here it is.

I plan to use this tool to put up things I have discovered this year that I find amusing and odd, and perhaps post some thoughts on life.

I sit here now, ravenously consuming some of my mom's homemade pecan pie, and contemplating on what to share with you first.

Let me stew over this a while. I'll get back to you soon.