Wednesday, May 26

Plain yogurt.

That's what the theme is for the moment. [I do like the new templates ... mine felt a little lacking. Now I just need to fiddle around with some colors ... and we be good.]

Things are good here at home. I am at the library right now, and, after bopping around town, I have seen a couple of acquaintances from high school. One almost didn't remember me, and the other one has married and picked up a mysterious Missourian accent. She's not from MO, as far as I know. And it seems as though her husband works with her [step]father, and that her last day working at the bank is this Friday, after which she will be working for her father with her husband. And she said, "And if that doesn't work out, I'll get fired and start a family." [Begin sarcasm.] Sounds like *someone* has it made. [End sarcasm.]

Alas, nothing else of note to tell. Poor Timmy's car's in a bit of a fix after a non-starting session yesterday on our outing. He's headed toward Franzoesisch's place, though, and off to NYC tomorrow. Woo! In the words of that annoying neighbor kid in Home Alone, "Bring me back something French!"

Friday, May 21


You'd think that after nigh on twenty-one years one would be able to handle a little severe weather. Thunderstorm warnings, tornado warnings and watches, high winds, hail ... kind of the supreme pizza of weather, if you get what I mean.

Goddamn*, the weather sucks. Right now there was a lovely burst of thunder. That's just a very small taste of what I drove through. I left Winterset at around 4.30p after gassing up, and drove, and drove, and drove. I decided to take the scenic route [Highway 20 to 63, through Waterloo]. In the end, I'm not sure whether that was the best choice or not. Farther north [from when I left the interstate for the aforementioned 'senic' route] there was some pretty crappy weather. From listening to the weather reports on about five different stations while I was driving, I think the weather was relatively the same in both directions. North of Waterloo, I hit the worst weather I have ever driven through in my life. [This not being too much, as I don't drive nearly as much as some people I know.]

The sky was terribly dark, the clouds were low [thunder crashed just now], it was pouring, and lightning flashes made the sky around it purple. There were about ten miles of hail, and somewhere between Waterloo and New Hampton, I lost my passenger side wiper. It broke right off. After a small freakout fit, I kept going, because there was nowhere else to go. I could barely see ... I followed the taillights that happened to be in front of me.

Once I finally hit New Hampton, I pulled in to a hotel parking lot to rest for about a minute. Then I drove through the town, and found a KwikStar, and called AE. I decided that it was best to keep on trucking, so to speak, because the weather that I had avoided from the other direction was still behind me. So I drove the thirty-five miles in about forty-five minutes, which, now, wasn't too terribly bad. [.. news break: there was a tornado, I see, about ten miles south of where I was driving along Highway 20, it seems, sometime near when I went through there ..] Except for the other wiper, which I lost about a mile outside of Decorah.

Long story made a little shorter - I'm back, and I don't want to drive any more. And I have to buy new wipers. And Michael's musical was really good. As stressful as the drive was, I'm very glad I got to see it.

*You know how often I swear in my typing, so you'll pardon me.

Tuesday, May 18

Greek to me.

I've finished my final, er, final. Well, mostly. There's the orgia Byronis* tomorrow afternoon at Chez Byron. It will include coffee with yummy frothed milk and other unimaginable delecatable goodies and conversations. I'm looking forward to it. [And I can get rid of my Latin take-home final - I'm quite tired of Laocoon and his snake-y adventures.]

I'm also listening to a Depeche Mode CD that Lina burned for me ... disc one of The Singles. It's so nice. [I haven't popped in disc two yet. I'm going to head back up to my room shortly and do it.]

That should be about it for now. I can't believe school's pretty much over. Just the fun stuff left - the orgia Byronis, trekking home to see Michael's musical on Thursday, and singing for baccalaureate. Then summer will begin. Dorian's not too far away now! Yay! [John Deer green shirts for the counselors ...]

*Secret rites of Byron.

Monday, May 17

Books galore.

I found a list of 101 books that one should read in order to plan for college today on angst-ident prone, with the original list here. So I'll paste the list and tell you which of them I've read [probably about three of them] or started or whatever. [Read +, Started *, Enjoyed ++]

Achebe, Chinua: Things Fall Apart
Agee, James: A Death in the Family
Austin, Jane: Pride and Prejudice
Baldwin, James: Go Tell It on the Mountain
++ Beckett, Samuel: Waiting for Godot
Bellow, Saul: The Adventures of Augie March
Bronte, Charlotte: Jane Eyre
Bronte, Emily: Wuthering Heights
+ Camus, Albert: The Stranger
Cather, Willa: Death Comes for the Archbishop
Cervantes, Miguel de: Don Quixote
Chaucer, Geoffrey: The Canterbury Tales
Chekhov, Anton: The Cherry Orchard
Chopin, Kate: The Awakening
Conrad, Joseph: Heart of Darkness
Cooper, James Fenimore: The Last of the Mohicans
Crane, Stephen: The Red Badge of Courage
* Dante: Inferno
Defoe, Daniel: Robinson Crusoe
* Dickens, Charles: A Tale of Two Cities
Dostoyevsky, Fyodor: Crime and Punishment
Douglass, Frederick: Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass
Dreiser, Theodore: An American Tragedy
Dumas, Alexandre: The Three Musketeers
Eliot, George: The Mill on the Floss
+ Ellison, Ralph: Invisible Man
Emerson, Ralph Waldo: Selected Essays
* Faulkner, William: As I Lay Dying
Faulkner, William: The Sound and the Fury
Fielding, Henry: Tom Jones
Fitzgerald, F. Scott: The Great Gatsby
Flaubert, Gustave: Madame Bovary
Ford, Ford Madox: The Good Soldier
Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von: Faust
Golding, William: Lord of the Flies
Hardy, Thomas: Tess of the d'Urbervilles
* Hawthorne, Nathaniel: The Scarlet Letter
* Heller, Joseph: Catch 22
Hemingway, Ernest: A Farewell to Arms
Homer: The Iliad
+ Homer: The Odyssey
Hugo, Victor: The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Hurston, Zora Neale: Their Eyes Were Watching God
++ Huxley, Aldous: Brave New World
+ Ibsen, Henrik: A Doll's House
James, Henry: The Portrait of a Lady
James, Henry: The Turn of the Screw
* Joyce, James: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
+ Kafka, Franz: The Metamorphosis
Kingston, Maxine Hong: The Woman Warrior
+ Lee, Harper: To Kill a Mockingbird
Lewis, Sinclair: Babbitt
London, Jack: The Call of the Wild
Mann, Thomas: The Magic Mountain
* Marquez, Gabriel Garcia: One Hundred Years of Solitude
Melville, Herman: Bartleby the Scrivener
Melville, Herman: Moby Dick
Miller, Arthur: The Crucible
Morrison, Toni: Beloved
O'Connor, Flannery: A Good Man is Hard to Find
O'Neill, Eugene: Long Day's Journey into Night
Orwell, George: Animal Farm
Pasternak, Boris: Doctor Zhivago
++ Plath, Sylvia: The Bell Jar
Poe, Edgar Allen: Selected Tales
Proust, Marcel: Swann's Way
Pynchon, Thomas: The Crying of Lot 49
Remarque, Erich Maria: All Quiet on the Western Front
Rostand, Edmond: Cyrano de Bergerac
Roth, Henry: Call It Sleep
+ Salinger, J.D.: The Catcher in the Rye
+ Shakespeare, William: Hamlet
+ Shakespeare, William: Macbeth
+ Shakespeare, William: A Midsummer Night's Dream
+ Shakespeare, William: Romeo and Juliet
Shaw, George Bernard: Pygmalion
* Shelley, Mary: Frankenstein
Silko, Leslie Marmon: Ceremony
Solzhenitsyn, Alexander: One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
+ Sophocles: Antigone
+ Sophocles: Oedipus Rex
Steinbeck, John: The Grapes of Wrath
Stevenson, Robert Louis: Treasure Island
Stowe, Harriet Beecher: Uncle Tom's Cabin
Swift, Jonathan: Gulliver's Travels
Thackeray, William: Vanity Fair
Thoreau, Henry David: Walden
* Tolstoy, Leo: War and Peace
Turgenev, Ivan: Fathers and Sons
* Twain, Mark: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Voltaire: Candide
Vonnegut, Kurt Jr.: Slaughterhouse-Five
* Walker, Alice: The Color Purple
Warton, Edith: The House of Mirth
Welty, Eudora: Collected Stories
Whitman, Walt: Leaves of Grass
Wilde, Oscar: The Picture of Dorian Gray
Williams, Tennessee: The Glass Menagerie
Woolf, Virginia: To the Lighthouse
Wright, Richard: Native Son

So in other words, I'm kind of embarrased. I haven't even heard of some of these.

Sunday, May 16

Save the olives!

I've changed it up a little, but I doubt you'll notice it unless you go to a previous post. Anyway, it's been a good day. B and I went to have our training day at Chez Pizza Ranch, only to find that Sr John wasn't really prepared for us to do anything ... so we got a tour of the place. The tour included a lecture on the dangers of chicken and delivering pizzas, at which point B said later, "He makes it sound like the only people that die in car accidents are results of pizza delivery." [This was true, it seemed he emphasised that a little too much for our comfort.] He also littered the tour with stories about pizza delivery-related deaths and some guy saving something like $10000 in costs by removing one olive from salads on a plane. Wow. He's long-winded and odd.

The long and short of it is, we were all prepared to work for five hours, be we were there for about half and hour, maybe forty-five minutes. Hmph.

So I'm off to dye my hair.


Friday, May 14


"Every man is the architect of his own fortune," said Appius Claudius.

I don't necessarily want fortune, but I'd like to have a nicely unique structure.

Warm fuzzies.

And suddenly, to my surprise, I got mail. Not the $100 check I was hoping for, but something completely random. Once upon a time I put my name up at and then promptly forgot about it, as I thought the site had gone under. Long story short, I got a short-but-sweet card from Brooklyn. I was very excited, and I'm going to send something cute back, as soon as I think of it. Yay!

Thursday, May 13


Well, except for finals, my junior year is over. I finished my last class at about 1.50p today. We got out early from soc [as usual], so the end came faster than I thought.

Woo! College!

Wednesday, May 12


"Everyone's got a vice. Some smoke, some drink, some strip, sinning is what makes the world go round!" exclaimed someone on the Chips forum.

Yes, I agree. At least about the vices. I've got plenty. I won't tell you right now, though, because it's getting to that time where it's crazy in the office. There are lots of people still here. Wah!

Tuesday, May 11

Two things.

Firstly: On a small quest for hilarity while scanning AIM profiles, I ran across this article at the [Minneapolis-St Paul] Star Tribune.

Secondly: You may recall the field of daffodills in the movie Big Fish. I know I do. It was very touching, heartfelt, and obsessive.

I've noticed something similar happening on campus [right in front of Main], but it is definitely not touching or heartfelt, although it may be a bit obsessive, if in disgusting and not-very-pleasing-in-the-least sort of way.


I don't really know why everyone thinks they're so wonderful. I mean, look at them. They look kind of trampled and nasty and invasive.

I could be wrong, of course. Perhaps they're attempting to match the dandelions to the bright marigold color of the freshly-painted lines on the street. They draw the color in so nicely - it's like tying the grass in to the street, using dandelion-marigold-yellow as an accent color ...

Monday, May 10

In der Sonne

Seems as though Blogger has gotten a new look. Interesante.

Ah - und ich denke, dass habe ich gestern zu viel in der Sonne gelegt. Oops. I have a nice sunburn, thanks to being outside for a couple of hours during Gertrude's Birthday Kegger, our all-hall social. It was only root beer, however, which was fine with me. As some of you may know, I think that beer tastes like feet.

And now I'm going to see if I can come up with something for my Latin project, otherwise I will be in extremis, and that's just not a good thing to be.

Thursday, May 6


Ja, ich bin krank und müde, weil ich heute menstruiere. Ich weiß, dass das widerlich ist. Behandeln Sie es!

Aber ich bin heute meine Urgroßmutter nachgedacht, und ich bin traurig über sie. An achtzehnt Mai letztes Jahr, sie ist gestorben. Sie ist sehr krank gewesen und, ich denke, dass Sie war müde von Leben. Sie ist lange Zeit im Hospital gewesen. She hat nicht vielmals gegessen.

Und eines Tages ruft mein Vater mich an, und er hat gesagt, dass meine Mutter hat mich gewünscht sprechen. Er könnte nichts sprechen. Und meine Mutter hat gesagt, dass meine Urgroßmutter ist gestorben. Ich habe gesagt, "Machte sie? " und meine Mutter hat gesagt, "Ja." Dann wir zugleich weinen. Es war ein schlechter Tag. Es ist fast ein Jahr jetzt gewesen, und ich bin noch betäubt.

Wednesday, May 5

Yummy day

An ancient tree stands on the green in front of the ugly Main building. It is my favourite tree on campus, and at this time of year, if you walk under it, it's like going through a green waterfall into a fairyland. Today is a special day, though, because it's just beginning to rain. The sky is getting a little darker, but is still bright around the edges. Drops of water are beginning to fall from the sky, and a nearby tree celebrates spring with its white blossoms. Petals from the tree fall in the gentle breeze like another rain - rain on rain in rain with rain. Everything mingles in the spring. Things are growing.

Tuesday, May 4

Verba beata sunt.

I admit that I do not read everyone's blog full time. Sometimes I forget, sometimes I just don't want to read through a lot of drivel, especially when I haven't been keeping up. Forgiveness is asked, and hopefully recieved.

It's beautiful outside today, and I'm heading out to take advantage - perhaps I'll go think about verbs in the sun.

Monday, May 3

Slightly Shakespearean.

"The clock - it hath no face nor hands with which to tell the time," I proclaimed loudly in the CFL, after having purchased tickets for this weekend's opera. [Which is The Marriage of Figaro, by the by.]

Perhaps my drama has not fled me as I had previously thought.

Sunday, May 2


Yesterday was a very fulfilling day. I had a nice, long sleep [after having watched six episodes of the first season of Sex in the City and becoming moderately hooked]. I had a leisurely lunch with JoHo and BeJu, and later went to work out with BeJu. Yes, I actually did some physical activity for once. I was so stinkin' excited, you have no idea. It was great. I need to do it more often. It would be a very good idea. [And I had no idea that there was a wonderful floaty feeling after going 1.75 miles on a treadmill.] Later, after a relaxing shower, I moved around the furniture in my room, very happy to discover that my bed does in fact fit width-wise. I went to dinner with JoHo and BeJu, and then saw Big Fish with them here on campus. It was a pretty cool movie - comical in all the right places, and a little teary at the end. Very very ncie.

Dare I say that I'm becoming more feminine? The Sex in the City, the working out, the tearing up at Big Fish ... hell's bells. I might actually be a woman after all.