Monday, January 31, 2005

Well Hello!

Well its been quite a while since you have seen a blog from me, but what can I say its been a while since I have had time! I mean really, I didn't think I was that busy, but considering its been about 2 weeks since I have posted I guess I was. Ya see the only thing is I don't know what I was busy doing. I guess just school and work and fun stuff with friends just took up my time. I have been to more hockey games (I think, I just really can't remeber what I have been doing), I went to some facial things and a Mary Kay party. I don't remeber last weekend, it is a total blur in my mind, and NO I WAS NOT DRINKING! I am only 19 and for others that might be the perfect reason to drink, but I for one don't believe in underage drinking, I have seen too many people hurt by it to do it myslef. Plus I hate babysitting my drunk room mates! Any ways, I have been doing a lot of bonding with most of my suite, at least with my suite-mates (who I will call J or S). My room mate is another story. Let's just say we (meaning the suite mates and I) had huge issues happening with her. Let's just say its appropriate that the song "When I think about cheatin'" is playing on the radio right now. ;) That same night, which happened to be Monday night/Tuesday morning, my suite mate S got a call that one of her really good family friends had died. She was really upset and I was the only one here, so I comforted her. She was crying and we just hugged each other, it really bought our bond closer. Later that night when we were having problems with my room mate, we started talking, she started thinking and started crying again. So J, S, and I were all sitting on the bathroom floor crying together (J and I happen to both be sympathetic criers). Any ways it was cool! So we now have a pretty good bond going on in our room. Other than that I guess its been just a blur of things that I can't remember. But I will try to be better about posting, but there are NO garuntees!

Quote of the Day: (these two are actually for my friend Judit {I couldn't decide what one I like better}):

~"Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up." ~ James Bladwin

~"If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were." ~Anon

Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species

Ahhh!! All I have to say is ahhh!!! Logic class was very frusterating for me today. We learned the philosophical defantions of genus and species today. Unfortunatly for poor little public schooled me, they were quite a bit different from the definitions I learned in biology class. Ahh!!! Dr. Cuddebeck asked for an example of a genus, my first thought was cainus. Some one said frog and another trout. Apparently they were both right and I was left reeling. How is this even possible? It only got worse when the question, "What is an example of a species?" came up. My automatic response was lupus and then I thought familiarus. Nope, wrong again. Or maybe not wrong, just different. Good grief. That was weird. Then we ended up trying to figure out if man could be divided into multiple species. By then Dr. C could have told me I was a pink fluffy bunny and I'd have asked for some carrots to eat. Oi! But I have found that watching people try to get from classes in the commons to classes in the library via the path through the woods is a great source of entertainment. It basically consists of two huge hills, one almost straight up and down. It's not an easy path normally, but covered in ice and snow, it's down right near impossible. Regretfully, I will say that the best part of my day thus far has been watching a certian freshman male (who will remain nameless *cough, cough*) go flying down the hill backwards and land flat on his back on the bottom. Ok, back to Christian charity now.

Breakfast musings...

"When the toast has burned,
And all the milk has turned,
And Captain Crunch is waving farewell;
When the Big One finds you,
May this song remind you,
That they don't serve breakfast in Hell!"
WHAT?! They don't serve breakfast in Hell? Do they need to serve breakfast in Hell? I mean seriously, if you have no body, then you don't really need to eat, now do you. But by that way of thinking, then you wouldn't need breakfast in Heaven, either, so what was the point of that song? "Yes, I would like french toast and bacon"... "What do you mean, you don't serve breakfast in Heaven?"... "Well, where DO they serve breakfast?!"
Word of the day: Pirate, because of the Veggie Tales song that Reliant K performed!

Saturday, January 29, 2005

This one's not so random... Sorry

Why is everyone writing NOVELs on the blog lately? Don't get me wrong, I thouroughly enjoyed reading both Judit's and Lorena's entries, but man did they get long!
Anyway,I decided to name my guitar. It was originally going to be Símon, but that was too close to Judit's computer, Simon. So I changed it to Antonio. It's very fun naming inatomate objects (Yeah, I'm pretty sure I misspelled that!). Everyone should try it some time! Anyway, Antonio went to the music supply place (Pauer Sound) today and he is now all better! Yeah, I know it took me a LONG time to get him fixed, but I've been busy and sick so I finally got around to it after about three weeks of brokenness. Unfortunately I can't pick him up today because Pauer Sound just closed. But I can pick him up on Monday. Oh, Antonio, how I pine for you!
Well, nothing as random as sniper attacks or jedi mind games have come to me, subconsious or consious (which is weird because my thoughts are usually pretty random). But I promise that next time, I will have a good one!
Word of the day: buzz. Two guys at school got their hair butchered this past week. One of them is in my grade and his is uber short, like a 1/16 of an inch or something, and the other one is a grade younger and his hair was WAY too beautiful before the cut for it to be even remotely funny! It's not quite as short though; maybe only a 1/2 inch!

The Great Naming!

So I have decided, after reading that lovely vignant from Meche, to name some inanimate objects. I got off work 2 hrs early (weehee!) so I know have some awesome fun time off! What better way to spend time wasting it on things that could care one way or the other.

my computer = Viktor
my car = The Millenium Contour
my mouse = Mimi
my phone = Hunter I'm bored now.

Naming things is fun and all, but who REALLY wants to READ about it. Sorry guys, this post kinda stinks. But I'll end it by saying that J POP is kind of freaky and Bananorama is a cool word!

Friday, January 28, 2005

Random and Strange Thoughts Right Before Logic Class

“Hey Carducci! You gotta come over here, T.J. was trying to teach that girl that he always dances with how to skateboard and she just nose dived into the gravel!”

The time was midday. The place was some obscure church in Front Royal, VA. Me and many of my friends from Christendom College had gone to a big Christian festival. As I was telling Carducci the funny thing I had just seen (which strangely resembled a part out of Matt’s movie), we heard shouts from the police. Carducci and I went over to check out what all the commotion was about. Last we had known, there was no reason for the police to be there. As we approached, we discovered that the girl T.J. was trying to teach to skateboard had just DIED! Oh goodness. Let me tell you, I felt pretty bad. As the police chief was trying to get information out of people, her body disappeared. The area around her had been completely clear and there was no way anyone could have taken her. The police chief began to get very angry and started shouting at people.

It was at this time that Carducci and I decided that maybe it would be better if we put some distance between us and the scene of the crime. I was wide eyed in fear and was on the verge of panicking. Carducci was so kind as to calm me down by teasing me. (What a friend.) She continued to rail on me for being a sissy until a shout went through the crowd saying that the Front Royal Snipers had been called in. At which point, she fainted. (Harrumph!) I, and many other people, realized that this would be a good time to leave. Unfortunately, the police chief found this to be the opportune time to lock and guard all the doors. Fire escape. Of course!

So I picked Carducci up and carried her much like a mother (or father) carries a new born. As I neared the exit, I saw Claire collapsed on the floor. (Must I carry EVERYONE?) So I picked her up, also. But I found great difficulty in carrying both Carducci and Claire at the same time. Luckily, Thomas Francis happened by. So I gave Claire to him. Shortly there after Carducci woke up and gave my poor tired arms a break. But the break was momentary, for we found Ryan collapsed on the floor. So I picked him up and began carrying him. Though I found it was much easier to carry Carducci. As I was about to drop him and leave him for lost, we reached the fire exit and I gladly handed him off to Thomas Hambilton, who was helping everyone down the fire escape. He promptly threw him over the side. (This would be a good point to mention we were on the 4th story.)

“Oh my gosh! OH MY GOSH!! RYAN! YOU JUST KILLED RYAN!! OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH!!” To this, Thomas merely shrugged. I ran down screaming knowing that my poor friend Ryan was now dead. When I reached the bottom I began sobbing for poor dead Ryan. A girl came up to me and told me whenever she finds someone who is having a problem, she gives them the name and number of her mother. So she gave it to me and told me she’d pray for my poor dead friend.

I stood up and realized that everyone was out, well everyone I knew, and they were all going some where. So I grabbed Ryan and began to follow. It was still difficult to carry the guy, but I felt bad for him, because he was dead. It was a good thing that carried him, because it turns out he wasn’t dead. (And there was much rejoicing.) So he got up and left without so much as a thanks for lugging his poor unconscious body around. It was at that point that we all realized that the snipers were coming outside and we were supposed to be inside. (Making snipers made is not a good idea.) So a bunch of people hid in this abandoned green house, while the rest of us hid outside. Sam was one of the ones in the green house. He gave me a look, like, “Ha ha, I’m on a bench and you’re lying in the dirt.” So I gave him one back saying, “Ha ha, you’re in plain sight and I’m hidden.” Silly Southerners. Eventually the snipers went back inside. (Probably to eat donuts.) We all formed a large group to try to decide what to do.

“Hey! Listen up everyone!” Yes, my poor, once dead, friend Ryan has decided to take over the group of persecuted Christians.

“Okay, we all need to leave here in very small groups, otherwise it will be suspicious. But we will all meet at this one river in Illinois. I’m not sure what river yet, but I’ll tell you when I get there. Never mind! I can’t because my stupid cell phone is out of battery!” Ryan is now yelling as he throws his phone at the ground in a temper tantrum. The funny thing is, I noticed as it bounced by me, that it was actually Carducci’s cell phone. Whatever. Then Ryan went and sulked.

I decided maybe it would be better to look for leadership somewhere else. I looked for Sam (why Sam?) but couldn’t find him anywhere. Everyone was milling around and there was basically general confusion. Eventually I found Sean, Matt, and Peachy inside the church, which looked strangely like the rotunda in the new library. They were discussing where we should go. My first suggestion was to the home of the girl who had conveniently given me her phone number.

“I can call her being my cell phone still works.” Okay, maybe I was a bit bitter about Ryan not bothering to thank me for dragging his poor unconscious body all over God’s green earth. Unfortunately, I had lost the phone number in the confusion. Dag! So we began contemplating other places to go. I suggested Laura Serafin’s house. It was shot down not for the inconvenience of getting there, but because we didn’t want to put her mother in danger. I suggested going to South Dakota and we were all up for it, until Peachy pointed out that it was twenty four hours away by car and we needed to be back for class on Monday. While we were deliberating, the snipers came back. We made a trench out of mattresses and hid and prayed like we’ve never prayed before.

“Jenne, good grief! You look like someone’s about to shoot you. Calm down, it’s no big deal.” Ah, Matt. What can I say, snipers have guns pointed at us and he’s making fun of me because I’m a bit nervous.

“Ha, ha, you’re right. She looks like she’s trying to be one with the ground or something!” And the stupidity continues with Sean. I love my friends. I told both of them to shut up and that we were going to attract the attention of the snipers. I lay on the ground with my eyes squeezed shut. I can just feel the bullet entering my spinal column. I look up and see a sniper coming towards me. He raises his gun and…

I’m walking into the school kitchen a little confused as to how I got there. I have the distance feeling that someone’s chasing me. I began talking to some of the work study students in the kitchen, trying to figure out what has happened. They don’t give me any information, but do put me to work. Ah, work study students. As I’m working, Sam walks by.

“Sam! Sam what happened?! Where is everyone? How did you escape?” I’m not often aware of the level of my voice, and maybe this was one of those times that I should have. Sam promptly shushed me and told me he had no idea what I was talking about, as only Sam can.

Later on, I was walking back to my dorm, I heard a whistle. Then another. Then another. I turned around and Sam was behind me. He nodded to a strange man walking near us in a long green velvet trench coat. He mouthed “One of them.” to me. I realized that this was not over.

RIIIIIINNNNGGGGG!!! My alarm went off and I realized I was in my bed in Campion and it was time for me to go to my logic class. Weird.

All I have to say is, maybe I shouldn't have eaten those two day old Wendy's french fries right before I took my nap today.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Somedays I just wish I were a Jedi....

No seriously! Wouldn't that kick pirate booty if you had mad Jedi skillz? Erica and I have thought extensively about this and we have decided that it would be a great career choice. Some college has to offer, "Using the Force: 101". I mean, c'mon.

Those Jedi mind tricks are pretty cool. I've tried using them on people before, but they just don't seem to go over very well. Most people just look at me like I'm crazier than usual. And those lightsabers!! They are sooo pretty and deadly. I really wish I had one. I mean, I suppose that I could go to the local Walmart and purchase one of those dinky plastic ones...but they don't make cool noises and they certainly don't utilize the crystals that give lightsabers their mystical glow! Colored light bulbs don't cut it people! I'm talking the real thing here!

Plus, if I had Jedi skillz, I could move things! Not in the physical sense that I overcome the inertia with the net force of of my arms, feet, noise, and/or earlobes, but with my awesome Jedi mind powers! When Luke tries to pull that X-Wing out of the Degobah was really cool.

Speaking of X-Wings...if I was a Jedi, I could pilot REALLY cool ships. Like X-Wings, and A-Wings, and *gasp* have an awesome cool smuggler friend like Han Solo and pilot the, the, the MILLENIUM FALCON! But I suppose if I were a Jedi, I'd just have to settle for pimping out the Contour. We don't really have advanced hyperspace technology here in little old South Dakota. Maybe if I lived somewhere cool like Virginia or something I could find something...but not. I could install a navigation system and everything on the Contour...I could call it..the MILLENIUM CONTOUR!! I IS a 2000! Maybe install some an orange jumpsuit..I'd have it made!

Plus, Jedis have an awesome sense of style. I would LOVE to wear one of those cool brown hoods all day! Maybe I'll grow my hair out and put it in some awesome braids it looks like I have two Danish pastries hot glued to the sides of my head.

The best part about being a Jedi, though, is the killer soundtrack. I mean you can't go ANYWHERE without some wicked John Williams playing in the background. Even little old abandoned Tatooine gets some tunage. If you think about it Tatooine is a lot like South Dakota except it's kind of a LOT colder here.

So anyways, being a Jedi would be really, really cool. If you come across any colleges that offer Jedi Knight as a major...please let me know! I would really appreciate the school code for my upcoming ACT test in April! Until then, I'll be out shooting Womp Rats in Begger's Canyon. May the force be with you!

Love always,
Lorena/Robyn/ Kra-Ro Gaabe <--that's my Star Wars' name!!

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

We were merely Freshmen

Um, sorry I haven't blogged in awhile. I'm still here. Reading the blog, but don't have much to say. So yea, life goes on.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Ben Jonson's Song to: Celia

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine:
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It might not whithered be.
But thou thereon did'st only breath,
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee.

Yeah, I have to memorize that for my English class. It's a beautiful poem, don't get me wrong, but I find it pointless to memorize something... especially when I know I will forget it right after the test.
Anyway, word of the day: possum. Because possums are awesome! Judit got me saying "Awesome possum" all the time so now it's sort of my catch phrase! Or at least, one of my catch phrases.

I hate living here and I hate technology in general.

So, I was on my way out of town, and yeah, I didn't even get twenty miles out before I had to turn back. We couldn't even see the front of our car. There was so much snow blowing, didn't even know if we were still on the road. I hate the winters here! This is why I hate living here. I wish I lived in Hawaii, or even Oregon would be better than this. I am so moving when I am old enough and out of college.
Also, I hate modern technology. So, for some reason out remote when on the fritz and because of the way our TVs are set up, now we have to watch the same thing up and downstairs. Right now, everyone but me is watching football. I hate football. So, I get to sit in front of my computer and type this stupid blog. I don't know why my remote went on the fritz, but now we have to use the downstairs remote because we can't control the channels with anything else, not even the buttons on the TV work for that. Stupid!! The downstairs remote now controls both TVs so, one show for all of us to watch. I am overruled by a majority. Three want to watch football, and I am the oddball who does not. So, here I am in my exiled state, finally writing a blog. I am not quite sure why it was sooooooo important for me to do so, but here ya go. Ya'll happy now???? I am sorry if I bored anyone, but ya could have stopped reading a while ago. Actually, if anyone is still reading this, kudos to you!! Alright, I am done ranting and raving now, talk to ya'll later!!
I feel like I should leave ya'll with something besides my rants, ummm, thinking. . . Okay, can't think of anything, I'll add something later. Have fun.

Saturday, January 22, 2005


This is another not so happy blog, but for a better reason. For thirty-two years, the US has silenced it's most vulderable and delicate citizens. For thirty-two years, this nation has executed it's future. For thirty-two years, the "land of the free" has enslaved its women (and its men) by telling them that killing is okay. Today is the anniversary of Roe versus Wade. It marks the legalization of abortion, and the greatest death toll our world has ever known. Our nation is now known not for the good it has done for its people and the people of other nations, but for its downright ruthlessness to innocent children. Abortion stops a beating heart. It does NOT just terminate a sack of tissue, it HURTS, MAMES and MURDERS babies. They are defenseless but they feel. They have brains, fingers, toes, eyes, ears, mouths: everything grown humans have and yet it is not a crime to kill them. Our nation has truly hit an all-time low now that we can legally destroy its future. How can we expect the next generation to care for us as we get older if we cannot care for them now? How do we know there will even be a next generation?
The best defense we have is prevention. We need to inform our young people exactly what pre-marital sex can do, how to best defend themselves from date-rape, and of the horrors of abortion. People have been killed. Children have died. Jesus, have mercy on us and show us how to stop this silent killer.
Today has no word of the day for it is a day of mourning. I pray that we can turn Roe versus Wade around and make murder illegal in EVERY case!
PS: Everyone who posts on this sight is or has been a member of an organization called Teens for Life. We represent our unborn brothers and sisters and strive to be their voice.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Return of the School Blog!!!

Yes, it's true. I am at school right now. If anyone read my last blog (probably just Judit) they will know that I had one entry that I typed at school! Unfortunately the next day, it had been blocked. Hopefully I don't have the same results here. We'll see. Anyway, the play is tonight! I can't wait. I don't even know what it's called. It has something to do with desert, I think... and it's supposed do be a comedy, but that's about all I know. I just really want to see it. Yeah, I know, I'm a nerd, right? That's okay. I like being nerdy.
We have got to get Magdelena to blog. Until she does, she is officially uncool!
Oh, and the word of the day is tard. Just because I like to use that word and I haven't in forever.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Silent Judit

Well folks, the unthinkable has happened. Judit has lost her voice. I'm trying to figure out what happened. I had it last night. I must have set it down somewhere... I think I may have left it in Ren/CARDUCCI's room. I must go check later on today. (Maybe they'll give me more hot coca!) Anyway, today was my first day of Mon/Wed/Fri classes. I think they'll be grand. History is going to be uber interesting and I'm already loving Dr. Cuddeback for philosophy. The only down part about that class was I knew a couple of answers, but I knew trying to talk would be fruitless. But never fear, Andrew to the rescue. One time I relayed my answer to him, but someone else got it before I finished. And another time he just read my mind so that worked out quite lovely. But about that. Dr. Cuddebeck was talking and I picked out some random words that I thought would make a nice title for my notes. I happened to look over while I was writing it and Andrew was writing the same thing. That is not a normal occurrence. So I have this theory that Dr. Andres and Andrew think with the same mind. Throughout last semester they slowly began talking more and more alike. Then they began picking up on each other’s mannerisms. Toward the end of the semester they were telling jokes that only they got and finishing each other’s sentences. Creepy. But apparently I’m joining the club. That frightens me more than a bit, but oh well, I’m using all my energy to fight this blasted cold. Oh, and as far as English goes, uh….. I think maybe not. Unfortunately, it’s a required class. My notebook is filled with sarcastic remarks. Not about the teacher, mind you. Just about random things, like the oracle at Delphi and the Po River.

100 Grand... that is sooo cheap!!!

Okay, so here's how cheap my school is! We as SADD (Students Against Destructive Decisions) members are hosting a contest to see who can find the 10 rules to avoid aggressive driving. We will be hiding them in strategic locations (or just random ones) around the school. The first 20 people to find all 10 rules get prizes from the office. Well, we were going to give away no-uniform passes (that's right, we have to wear uniforms) but the Dean decided that wasn't a good idea. Apparently no-uniform passes are strictly for the Magazine Drive and if we used it for something as trivial as oh, say, SAVING PEOPLE'S LIVES, it would take away from the excitement of the Magazine Drive. So instead, we're forced to give away 100 Grand... candy bars. Yeah, that's right, for finding these 10 rules, you get a lousy candy bar. And I'm not talking King Sized here, I'm not even talking regular sized. No, I'm talking about those puny little bite sized candy bars! We were gonna go so far! We were gonna recruit people with this! We were gonna look cool for once! But no, all our dreams had to be dashed by one Mrs. Levsen: Dean from you-know-where! Hm, gone a bit off her, haven't I? Oh well, I'm sure I'm not the only one who has!
Today's word of the day is Ooga-booga because it wasn't played at Search and it made me sad :( Hm, this does not appear to be a happy blog entry. Oh well, maybe next time!

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

You must arrive to lecture ON TIME.

Ah, good ol' Fr. Mastreoni. Today was my fist day of classes of the 2nd semester. I can't believe how happy I am to be back in class. I mean really, this means more work than I could possibly ever want, but I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing. I guess CC really is turning me into a nerd. Last night I got the urge to run down to the library and study. Of course I had nothing to study, so I didn't. Instead I hung out in the commons with a bunch of people and sang songs. Haha, only at CC would you be able to run through the entire productioins of My Fair Lady, The Music Man, Phantom of the Opera, The Sound of Music, and the Fiddler on the Roof. We also sang a bunch of hippie songs, but they were rather out of place. And the guys sang happy birthday to Mummy over the phone. Hurray for the Birthday Singers!

Anyway, classes are going well. Scientific Thought is just astromony in disguise. Well, at least for awhile. Who knows, I think it'll get better. Theology is always great fun. I really had the urge to hug Fr. Mastreoni. I'm going to be very, very sad when he's no longer my teacher. Even though I'm still scared of him. But now it's more I'm worried that one day he's gonig to realize what a blundering idiot I am rather than I'm afraid he's gonig to make me cry in class or something.

In other news, I've come to realize why I don't like the dark. Things hide in the dark. More specifically, things that can trip you hide in the dark. Granted, they're there in the light and I take full advantage of them at all hours of the day & night, but in the dark it's more suprising. Take last night for instance, I was talking to John through Ambrose's window. When I went to leave, I didn't see the pipe that was in the bushes. I ened up flipping over & rolling halfway down the St. Ben's hill. I came to a stop in the middle of the hill with my head pointing down the hill and my feet over my head. Not very ladylike. But I was alright. Then later on that night I was going to my dresser, but didn't bother to turn the light on. All would have been well if I'd remembered about Eustice. Eustice is my cow-horse. After all these years of asking for a horse for Christmas, I finally got one. Dominick gave me a foot tall leather (hence the cow part) horse. So I slammed into him and was sure that I'd broken him & my toe & woken up Laura. But in reality, none of that happened and all was well.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Happy Birthday to ME! (well yesterday actually) AND Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day

Thats right yesterday was my birthday, I turned 19 -- SCARRY! I mean this is so weird, it is my last year as a teenager (thanks for pointing that out Fr. Oderman). WOW, I was kinda freaking out after he said that, I mean really I have almost been alive for two decades, it seems really odd to me. But anyways I guess it happens to everyone, so what ya gonna do.
I had a pretty good day and it was pretty busy. I got up at 10:30 and showered and got ready then me and my suitemates went to brunch. Then I did laundry and cleaned the bathroom (ya I know real exciting stuff to be done on your b-day, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do). Then I got ready to go out to eat with my friends we went to T.G.I. Friday's, it was so fun and so good. We ended up with 16 people there, it was so neat! I got this scarf from my friend that she made herself and a stuffed animal and lots of cards (but I am not complaining, I am in college and that is all I ever get people, I am poor). I got free deserts and then I came back and went to mass. It wasn't anything wild or crazy, but it was still one of the best b-days ever! Later that night at like 11 one of my suitemates and I started talking about how weird it is to be almost 20 yrs. old. We ended up talking for and hour and a half about what we used to do when we were little and about other fun things. Then after that I went to my other friends room and we talked for like an hour so it was almost 2 by the time I got back to my room! craSy! So it was a great day!
~Just have to point out something cute -- when I got back to the room at about 4:30 my room mate and her boyfriend were watching a movie and they had ordered pizza, the movie got over about 15 mins later and then she fell asleep, and he was playing on the computer. Well the room was kinda messy with the pizza and pop cans and their stuff everywhere, so he just got done going around the whole room and cleaning everything up! That is so sweet and cute -- I guess my boy experiences have never included anything like that so I just thought I would blog about how cute it is.

~Quote of the day: "The true way to soften one's troubles is to solace those of others. ~Madame de Maintenon

Um, Judit, you've got a tail...

Yes, the inside-out pants have hit Christendom and people have noticed my tail. Ah, life is grand. I can't believe how much I missed the moutians and the trees and heck, I even missed the city! (I never thought I'd live to see the day when I'd be glad to see a 4 lane highway with hideous glass mondern art wacked out buildings. Okay, maybe missing the yucky buildings are a bit of a stretch...) Anyway, as fun as the mountains are to look at, the hills aren't that fun to climb up and down. Yea, so Constancia, there is NO WAY you can even begin to complain about your hills. Totally complain about the weather all you want, but not the hills. It was great, when Katie picked me up from the airport, I was wearing a tee-shirt. Granted it's gotten much colder since then, but it hasn't dipped below the freezing point, so I shant complain. It's kind of crazy, I have no money (well, it's in check form and the banks are closed due to Stonewall Jackson day, as they call it down here. *rolling eyes*) to buy books. But I already have my books for theology and I'm sure Dr. Townsend won't mind for one day. Oh and everyone should watch the Red Green Show, because duct tape truely does fix everything. Seriously. I am severely amazed at some of it's uses. Irons are pretty darn amazing themselves, but duct tape, that's just a whole 'nother kind of cool. So happy 19th to Constancia yesterday and happy 50th to Mummy today!!! :) It is now my intention to take a long nap, however I doubt that will happen since I and my roommate have gone a bit nuts (as we do after every break.)

Have you ever wanted to be alone with a bunch of people?

Okay, so today I didn't have school because of Martin Luther King Jr. Day. So I decided to go to daily Mass with my mom and we found out that today is the feast of St. Anthony of the Desert. Apparently St. Anthony wanted to be a martyr (die for his faith) but at the time, there weren't too many people being killed for their faith anymore. So he decided that he just wanted to suffer instead. He went to live out in the desert as a hermit (you know, by himself), but people followed him out there! So he started a religious order (I can't remember what they're called, maybe Judit or Constancia will know) in the desert for monks who wanted to be hermits. Yeah, basically they were a community of hermits. Kind of weird, I know. Isn't the point of being a hermit to be by yourself? Sounds like a great example of an oxymoron to me!
Anyway, just thought I'd share. By the way, daily Mass is a great way to start the day. I haven't gone since the end of summer vacation but man, it's really cool!
The word of the day is wholesome. One of the guys from Search was talking about this word because someone from January 2004 Search had used it during the strenght session (when the small groups get together and tells each other the good qualities they found in each other). We decided it sounded like an advertisement for breakfast cereal. "She's wholesome and healthy with fortified vitamins and minerals!" Yeah, that's a compliment!

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Peanut Butter!!!

I think I just experienced one of the best weekends of my life!!! I just got back from Search, which is a weekend-long retreat. I gave a talk ("Who am I") and I was a chapel group leader. I think this was one of the most amazing chapel groups I've ever had the privilage of participating in. Everyone opened up right away. It was nice not having to pry things out of them like I was the dentist or something! I think Judit being there the first night helped because she set an example by answering questions, so they started commenting, too.
Oh, and Constancia, happy birthday!!! Too bad you don't have tommorow off. It would have been fun to have your birthday at Search! Maybe they would have done something special for you!
So, I know this one is kind of short, (okay so it isn't that short!) but I just can't really think of anything else to blog about that wouldn't give things away, so here's the word of the day! Peanut Butter! Because it's peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly and a baseball bat! Peanut butter jelly and a baseball bat! Now break it down and breathe. Break it down and breathe. Away-a-away-a-away-a!!! (yeah, ask Judit about that one!)

Off to work! really stinks. I worked 9 1/2 hrs yesterday!! QUE LOCO! Anyways, Constancia is really nagging on me to post something, so here goes!! Posting away. It's kinda fun because my little Google toolbar thing at the top of my browser lets me blog from any site! Que Chevere! I like it.

I also want to wish Constancia a very happy Birthday!! She is nineteen!! YAY! I also want to thank Constancia for remembering my username...because I forgot it. hehe. So anyways...

This blog is gonna be awesome. I'm really excited because now I can read all about my crazy friends!! YAY! By the way, Constancia, it is cold here in good ol' South Dakota too! VERY COLD. Is it legal to have school when it's -36 outside?

Saturday, January 15, 2005

Has Hell frozen over cuz our campus has!

ok, so I know you are probably thinking that this is the only thing I blog about, how {insert swear word here} cold it is. But really its the only thing that I can think about. I mean really -20 degrees with a -40 windchill and I still had to walk to classes. I had to walk from north campus to south campus and by the time I got to south I couldn't feel my legs. Thats not normal!! But there is good news we're in a heat wave its only -3 degrees right now, that is like really warm! I mean you know its really cold when you would rather stay in your room and eat cheezits than walk to the cafeteria for mashed potatoes.
~I thought I need a ski mask last week, I really need one now.

In other news, I went to Coach Carter last night (fri.), and I would recommend it to everyone! Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't the best movie I have ever seen, but it was pretty good, I don't feel like I got ripped off. So you all should go see it!!!

*This was written on Saturday morning but not published untill Monday I wanted to add more, but forgot about it until now :S

Friday, January 14, 2005

Grunt! Jump! Squish! Count to 3, Jump again. Spring! Clothes everywhere! Swear! Jump again!

Finally, the suit case is shut. I'm almost half done packing. I'd spent a small amount of time throwing most of my closet into my suit case and a LARGE amount of time trying to close it. Wait, where's the cat? Oh, there she is. Phew. Comeing home for the summer is going to be fun! Yes my friends, my two days short of a month stay in this balmy weather is rapidly comeing to an end. Very shortly I will be going back to the land of rain, rain, and more rain. Okay, I suppose it does rain more in other places of the world (like the Amazon) but what's a night without a bit of exageration. I finally have a ride home from the airport. Hurray for Katie!!

But I'm going to miss home. Good food, sleeping in, Simon, Mum telling every time the cat goes to the bathroom.... Okay, maybe there are some things I won't miss!

Oh, just an after thought, periodental disease can be prevented, so brush your teeth!!

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Guitars can be frustrating!

Okay so I don't have a lot of time to blog today. I have dance in a 1/2 hr and it's really snowy so I have to leave fairly early. But yesterday, I broke a guitar string for the first time. That was interesting! I'd seen it done before by a guy I know but it's never happened to me. See, it snapped on my hand and now I have this sort of backwards question mark thing across the knuckles of my right hand. It wasn't so cool. But that's not all! Later, after I bought new strings and was trying to decide exactly how to get one on the guitar, another one snapped! Luckily I pulled my hand away in time (reflexes of a cat, let me tell you!).
Yeah, I'm sort of a new guitarist. I only got it at Christmas and I really have no clue how to replace strings, so it's now at my school waiting patiently for the aformentioned guy to show me how to do it. Unfortunately, he's got a respiratory infection and he's only at school 1/2 days (grrr on respiratory infections!).
So that's my rant on guitars... or at least MY guitar. Yeah, I was pretty ticked off when that second string broke. Kinda crazy that it would all happen in the same day! Oh well, what can you do?
So, the word of the day is knight. Not like a knight of the round table, but a k-nig-it. Yeah, I am obsessed with The Holy Grail... but apparently so is my sister because this word was her idea. Thanks Taige! is obviously the right thing for a cow to jump over the moon.

Ah, gotta love good ol' G.K. (Chesterton, that is. :P) I'm still reading the Everlasting Man. I was supposed to have finished it for history this last semsester, but that didn't happen, oh well, I still got a B in the class. Hurray for Bs! (I honestly never thought I'd say that, but Bs are pretty darn good at CC.) Alas, my grades were not quite what I had hoped, but they were what I expected. Anyway, I'm still here! Hurray for not flunking out my first semester! Although, I think if I did, I would go be an airline stewardess. I think that'd be cool. Carducci and I were talking about that one day. Well, it'd be fun for a little while. I mean, you could fly all over the place, see lots of things, meet lots of people. But I think it'd get old pretty quick. Living out of a suit case, handing people pretzles, yea, I don't think I could do that for more than a year or so. But it'd be fun while it lasted. For some reason, that reminds me of the country song "What was I Thinkin'?" by Dirks Bently. Good song. Not to sure why I thought of that right now. Anyway, back to cows jumping over the moon. See G.K. was talking about myths and how they are an art and people try to treat them as a science, which they, most certianly, are not. I would like to refer to the movie "The Prince & Me." A lot of people got mad and didn't like it, because it was unrealistic. IT'S A MOVIE. Nobody stormed out of "Spiderman" because it could never happen. I have yet to meet someone who disliked "Pirates of the Carribean" because it was unrealistic. People didn't refuse to buy "Big Fish" because it was a fairy tale. In fact, they bought it all the more. If you look at almost all of the movies in theatres and video stores, you will find stories, tall tales, folk lore, yarns, in other words THEY AREN'T TRUE. Human nature (except for my dear mother) longs for myth and yet we try to science it away. Thus we bring myth into our religion as the pagans did. Am I suggesting we are becoming a pagan nation because we deny ourselves simple fairy tales? No, it's much bigger than that. But is it a factor? I think so.
"And throwing your grandmother into the sky is not good behavior; but it is perfectly good taste." ~ G.K. Chesterton, "The Everlasting Man"

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

I gotta get a ski mask, no like for real I need one.

I'm sure we have all heard the old line "when hell freezes over." Well ladies and gentlemen I think it has happened. I am really serious, walking to class in below zero temperatures is in NO WAY cool, neat or fun. I mean I think I might have left part of my nose, and the rest of my face is out there on the sidewalk, frozen with frostbite covering it. I mean you really know it is cold when your eyes are watering from the wind blowing into them, then the tears freeze to your face and glasses. I mean I knew my sister was making some sense when she said " why are you going to ND for school, I mean we are all ready in SD do you really need to go further north, you are crazy, you are gonna freeze your but off." I guess I lisetened to her, but not well enough. I came up here anyways and now I think of her warm and cozy down in TX. I got a card from her and she said "is it cold up there, o wait you are in ND its damn (sorry about the language) cold there!" So I think the only solution to this coldness problem is to buy a ski mask. No I don't want to look like some psyco killer, but I seriously think it is the only way to keep my face intact.
So if any one out there is thinking about coming to ND, I would tell you to DEFINATLEY NOT come now. Cause ya know it sucks big time.

I think I will be starting a quote of the "day" (it will only be posted on the days I post):

Today's quote:
~Doubts are the ants in the pants of faith. They keep it awake and moving.
- Frederick Buechner

Monday, January 10, 2005

Highly Illogical

I have come to the conclusion that humans are more like Spock than they would like to believe. This epiphany was helped along by Fr. Morgan's homily yesterday. Yesterday was the Baptism of the Lord (no more Christmas season). He talked about how St. John the Baptist didn't understand the Lord's plan and thus didn't want to go through with it. That's totally like the rest of us. I mean seriously, I'm like, ok, I'll do what You want as long as You explain in small words and maybe a couple of diagrams (helpful ones, not those of people eating batteries...) Yup, faith like a mustard seed. Or something.

In other news, I took pictures of the 1st Communion/1st Confession kids today. I saw some of the cutest 2nd graders ever!! Oh man, I can see why some one would want to be an elementary teacher, or a mom of, like, 11. Hehe

Sunday, January 09, 2005

My first blog ever: Welcome to the college life

Well this is the first blog that I have ever done, I don't know about this, I mean I think it will be super fun, but who knows how many times I will remeber to post. But like the others said, this blog could and probably will be pretty nutty, I mean when you get a group of teenage girls who are friends there could be some crazy things happening.

Well enough of that, have you ever had one of those days that was really just a waste, or better yet even most of a weekend that was wasted? Well I am right now. Now don't get me wrong, there were parts of this weekend that were fun. These parts of the weekend included Friday night and kind of Saturday. On Fri. I had all kinds of fun, becuase Judit and Meche were here at the University of Mary to visit me. We hung out with my suite mates, went to walmart, then the grocery store and then we came back and made smoothies. Fun Stuff!! Then on Saturday we slept for a long time, when we got up we went and ate then went to some of the other dorms and visited some friends. Then we came back and sat around for a while and then we went to Starbucks and then they had to leave. That was sad :(

Well today is Sunday and what have I done? Well I took a shower, but thats about it. I haven't gone to mass yet but that will happen in a little while, but ya know what are ya gonna do, there isn't anything to do here besides watch the Vikings game, so I better get back to that, cuz the vikes might win (maybe).

Hope you all enjoyed my first blog, I think its probably real boring but I'm not the one who has to read it, os not my prob. ;P :)

Judit's wacky friend strikes again... er, ah... for the first time then

Hello. This is my first entry in "¿Qué?" (yay for me!) I used to have a more different blog at a more different blog sight, but this is so much better, I must admit. Judit was right. In this blog you will run into many, many, many wacky things because the people who will be posting are crazy-go-nuts at all times! The entries in this blog will be almost never always true or made up. Expect the unexpected while visiting and don't forget to take lighthearted things lightheartedly and serious things seriously. Seriously. I have something of a tradition of ending my entries with a "word of the day." This word (or phrase) may pertain to the blog entry, something that recently happened in my life or absolutely nothing at all. Every word will be followed by a short (or long) explaination, but not always a definition. If you really wanna know, is always useful. But sometimes it's not, especially if I make the word up.
The first word of the day is: air-speed-velocity. Judit and I were discussing exactly what this meant on our way to Bismark this weekend. We figure it just means velocity (which has to do with speed and direction) but it sounds so much better when used with "air-speed." Monty Python kicks butt. Watch the Holy Grail.

This blog may contain nuts!

Wow, I feel really special! I'm the first person to blog on this blog! Maybe because I'm the only member of this blog who is noctural! My mum is actually telling me to go to bed right now. But I would just like to welcome everyone to our blog, "¿Qué?" (Translation, "What?" in Spanish.) This is a tri-state blog spanning the the greater United States and maybe even some of Canadia. You know, I'm not going to limit our blog, we go all over the place. There is a good possibility that there are going to be posts made from all over God's good earth. Now I would just like it to be known that, as with any group, we may at some point have differing opinions about things. Thus, the veiws of one person do not neccessarally represtent the veiws of all or any of the other members of this blog. When microwaved, this blog may become hot and require caution while ingesting. This blog should not be operated while under the influence drugs or alchohol. Objects in the blog are closer than they appear. Please keep your seats and trays in their upright and lock possitions untill the blogger has turned off the seatbelt sign. This blog is a smoke-free environment. Small children and rear facing carseats should not be allowed in the front seat of this blog. This blog was bottled under pressure, point cap away from face and others while opening. This blog is not yet rated. It may contain content unsuitable for children under a certain age. I can assure you though, that this blog will almost definatly prove offesive to someone somewhere. All of us bloggers tend to be influenced by the teachings of the Catholic Church and I am under the impression that there are those out there who are offended by that. I WILL PRAY FOR YOU! Anyway, I think that covers everything. Those are the usual disclaimers. Oh wait, this blog was possibly made near wheat products (like, I think I ate a cookie by my computer once...), may contain traces of wheat. And not only does this blog contain nuts, it was created and is written by them!