The Myth & The Majesty

My computer just spontaneously restarted, and my heart broke. I was mid-post, but I think I can reproduce it with decent accuracy. So here we go ... Here's what's going on in my head right now. InterVarsity snagged me the first hour I was at Tech. I remember it rather clearly. I was sitting on my bed, looking around this glorified closet I was going to live in, wondering when my roommate (whom I had never met) would appear. These two girls poke their heads in, obviously going door-to-door, and invite me to hike Harney Peak with them and their friends the following Saturday. I asked what organization they were with and almost had a heart attack. You see, I wanted to find two groups: a Christian one, and a hiking one. It just so happened that I found both with one group. Within an hour of showing up at Tech, I was sold. There was a small group that met in the (now nonexistent) March-Dake lobby, and I got invited to that, too. The people were interesting, largely not what I expect...

Something I wrote last week (that I never published): I am the crazy lady. I realized that today while I was walking to lunch, having a very animated conversation with ... myself. That's right. Not only was I talking to myself (admit it, you do it too!), but I was having both sides of the conversation, speaking with large gestures, and generally looking like I had lost my mind. It's entirely possible that the genuinely eccentric were avoiding me. I looked like a madwoman. I've decided that I may still be the crazy lady. Partially because of my convoluted life plans (none of which involve me making much money, but that's okay), partially because I've been listening to Christmas music since Halloween, but mostly because I was talking to myself again, this time walking in from my parking spot in Fargo. A friend of mine told me that 80% of women have expressed a fear of becoming a bag lady. I thought about it and told him I wasn't really afraid of it ... and ...

300 posts! In honor of this, my 300th post, I'd like to review the last 3.45 years. They've been moderately exciting ... I've had two relationships end, been to Russia, had 3 jobs, all of which (thankfully) lasted at least 6 months, cleaned up squished gerbil, a year's worth of grease on a fume hood, and chemical spills. I've used this blog to rant about almost every major holiday, weird news, and things that generally bug me. Why summarize any more? If you're truly interested -- well, that's what the archives are for. In the last week, I've seen my first Salvation Army Santa, braved the elements and the manic shoppers, eaten more than should be humanly possible, and heard almost every Christmas carol written. It's been a pretty typical Thanksgiving weekend. Several levels of awesome, hoards of shoppers and all ... And, despite myself, I'm getting excited about the end of school. It probably has something to do with the fact that I'm no...

This is gonna be a great weekend. I mean, hello? Holiday based on food? Where can you go wrong? Actually, that's not all I'm thankful for this particular weekend. I'm also thankful for NOT driving 5 hours (in my poor Flying Jeep ... I'm worried about him). I'm thankful for family coming out here to visit. I'm thankful for having a place to disappear to for the weekend. I'm really, really thankful for the escape from RC and school for a few days. And, believe it or not, I'm thankful for the uncertainty of the coming 3.5 weeks. It's going to be interesting, if nothing else. (I'm less thankful that I just lost.) This is probably it for me this weekend. I think I'm going to do some homework before I watch the sunset and wait for the rest of the family to join me. Gotta enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts! Have a great weekend, everybody!

So I'm working on my homework and, for the life of me, I can't get it to work. I make the mistake of deciding to come back to it later. Now the file won't open and I can't figure out why. I'm even on the same computer, for crying out loud. I'm giving up. If the professor is at class today (that class is taught by several profs, so they don't usually come unless it's their turn to teach), I'll ask him, but if not -- well, I suppose I'll figure something out. Right now, my level of caring has dropped to an all-time low. Besides that, it's something like 63°F outside and I intend to enjoy it. Time for a walk! Have a great week, everybody!

... for input. Let's say for a moment that I'm considering living in North Carolina. Any thoughts?

I've discovered that there are things in life that I never thought would come into consideration when I started trying to figure out what comes next. While pondering this, I realized there are plenty of things that none of you, my faithful (ish?) readers know about me. In light of that, here are a few random facts: - I love movies. My sister probably thinks I'm a little too forgiving -- I tend to enjoy even some of the famously bad ones. Next on my list to see are "The Guardian" and the new Bond. I've also got a morbid curiosity for "Babel," "Stranger Than Fiction," and "Borat." (Any input would be helpful!) - Bananas give me a stomachache. So does chicken noodle soup. Neither of these make any sense to me. - I don't generally get cold too easily, but I overheat. Mostly because of this, I prefer winter over summer (except that the hiking tends to be better during the summer). - I love to read -- books, magazines, newspape...

Email: Check. Class: Check. Homework: Still not done. Creative writing paper: Half-check. Very close. This weekend was great. Mom, Dad, and the little brother were out for the weekend (deer hunting season again!), and Mom was wonderful and took me grocery shopping. Besides that, there was some excellent family time (including when my sister called from Italy -- that was fun) and great food. Altogether an awesome weekend. Today? Boring. Just plain boring. I wish I had topics. I wish I had some more drive to write. Mostly, I just wish things were more interesting. No, I take that back. I wish for interesting and bad things happen. That's an unsound wish. Hrm. Well, that's about it. I should finish that creative writing paper ... My apologies for the dull post.

I've switched to the Blogger beta, and I think I like it ... It's not tremendously different, but a few things have shifted. I'm particularly happy that my posts are sorted by year now. That was getting messy. So ... I'll take suggestions, if y'all have any!

You want to improve even more on a great weekend? Let it be warm enough outside to wear flip-flops, even though it's November. It's making it a little harder to work on homework, but all the same, I'm happy my awesome weekend can be continued just a little bit. Have a good day!

:) This weekend was awesome. Just -- awesome. 10 of us drove down to Denver to catch a concert (The Sleeping, Plain White Ts, Emery, Relient K, and Hawthorne Heights, in that order). Friday: We load the 10 of us into two cars and head out. It's ... um, cozy. We're approaching a highway change (yeah, I have no idea what highway that was) and Darren smacks into a huge rabbit. Not necessarily a high point, although rather funny (especially hearing Justin's description of the poof of fur he saw from the car behind us). In Denver, we crashed at Darren's mom's place and watched "Over The Hedge," which is absolutely HILARIOUS. Highly recommended! Saturday: It all started with a run for groceries. Darren, Dyan and I ended up at this great little coffee shop that was apparently started by two Russian brothers. Darren liked the name, Dyan liked the coffee, and I liked the random Russian phrases on the cups. After breakfast, we headed towards downtown Denver. First w...

Here we are, in the wee small hours of the morning, and once again I'm sitting at my computer. My real purpose here is to write an analysis over a paper for my creative writing class, but I can't come up with anything to say. Perhaps it would help if the story wasn't written by my professor ... I strongly suspect that this particular fact is contributing to my writer's block. On the bright side, my own story suddenly hit me today and I managed to get a good chunk of it on paper. I think I may finally have something to contribute to the class. Thank goodness. Okay. I need to get to work. It's late ... or early ... or in any case I want to get to bed. I have a long, LOOOOOONG day ahead of me. And an exhausting weekend. Later, folks.