Saturday, April 30

SGF, part deux

First things first: I have finished and turned in my senior paper. It was due yesterday at 5 p.m., and I got it done at about 4.45. One of my friends dressed himself in a 39-page draft of his paper when he went to turn in his final copy. He somehow ended up looking like a samurai, complete with helmet and staff. I rolled up an extra copy of my paper and sword-fought him.


SGF stands for strip go fish, which I played last night. That makes it twice in the span of less than a month. Unfortunately for me, I did not win. A lot of times. There were a lot of naked people last night. Before SGF, we played poker, which I do not know how to play, and drank. Huzzah for Peachtree's peach schnapps! I was a little more thunk than I drunk I was.


I would also like you to know that I have gotten emails from the following persons:
Slung H. Cervixes ("Haven't we met smrhewoee broefe? :)))")
Damask G. Silencer ("What's your pleasure, squire?")
Kleptomania I. Microfilmed ("Wlel I neevr did!")
Barley E. Sliest ("RE: Unkownn e-book on how to have sex with any woman ...")

... and I just had to share.


And also, I found out that The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy IS playing in Decorah afterall, despite Yahoo! having nothing to say on the subject. I knew I shouldn't trust Yahoo. The bastards. But I'm going to a recital tonight, and I don't know that I'll be able to go see it.

But I should.

Wednesday, April 27


As I finish these last few bites of this banana from Watertown, WI, I'm thinking about our concert last night. It went so incredibly well. It was our last chance to sing together as a whole choir, since not everyone will be able to sing for Baccalaureate, and we sang with such unity -- it's very hard for me to find the right words. But I loved every minute of it, even when our two presidents of the choir (one in particular) decided to give a very moving devotion that made almost everyone in the choir cry. I was still holding back tears as we marched onto the risers and sang our first set ("Cantate" and "Agnus Dei" were the worst, emotion-wise, and there was a moment just before we started "O Come Little Children" that JoFo whispered to me, "Neil Diamond", where I almost lost it.)

So I hope you have a good day, and hey: if you're going to be leaving Luther soon, look around and absorb the things that make you happy. This place is pretty special.

Monday, April 25

Paul, Emily, Dick, Sue

So. Choir tour.

It was long. It got chilly. I bought two shirts from the women's section of Old Navy.

The first home stay that my tour roomie and I had was great. We stayed with a couple, Emily and Paul, both of whom were retired. They talked about the yacht club a lot -- they have a boathouse (not a house boat). And Paul had a Jag in the garage. A red one. He's had it for a year.

I thought the yacht club was pretty exciting, but then I stayed with two of my choirmates in a couple's retirement home on Lake Michigan. On Lake Michigan. As in, "Why don't you girls walk along the bluff after breakfast for a little bit before we take you back to the bus?"

You see, Dick and Sue are the sort of people who donate the art to the museums. One of their yard sculptures, which we could clearly see from our breakfast nook while eating French toast, was already promised to the Milwaukee Art Museum. Dick said that it would probably be in a rose garden.

And another thing: we stayed in the basement, where we got a suite to ourselves, JoFo, ShanNaNa and I. There was a wine cellar just across the way. (No, we did not try to open the door.)

Dick "dabbles" in photography. There are stunning shots stuck up all over the house with pushpins, intermingling with art from rather well-known artists. Dick's sailed over 50,000 miles. He's been everywhere in the world. Twice.

Dick told us that part of his company's mission statements is that the company "is directed by Old Testament wisdom of Jesus' example."

He also told us to read Stephen Covey's The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, because it is imperative in this day and age.

Thursday, April 21

On tour

I'll be back Monday around 1 a.m. ... I'm going on choir tour.

Catch y'all on the flip side.

Sunday, April 17

Weekend update

So I went to church this morning.

Calm down -- I won't be spouting any of that religious stuff. I promise. If I do, you can hit me. But I did have a good time. It was quiet, except for the bilingual operatic soloist who made a few appearances. I met some very cute children -- one boy and one girl --, who were sitting with their parents in front of me (Sidney, the girl, is four or five; Alexander is probably two or three). Not having to sing (like my mother always requests when I'm home), not knowing anyone (except for Du Huang, who turned out to be the choir director), not being obligated to say anything, not having to do anything whatsoever -- except wonder if I've stolen someone's seat -- is something that I don't get to do very often (at least when I actually go to church). But no, I don't plan on attending the United Methodist Church again. After all, it was only for anthro class.

So anyway, we (Dustro, Shoe Diva, the verysmallRA and I) watched Glorious, which was hilarious, as always.

“'(complete nonsense through stretched-out lips),' said a posh person to me today… He also said, '(nonsense resumes)' And I believe him! It’s my duty to go. Little Johnnie, little Susie, I’m off to the war.”
“Don’t go, Daddy, don’t go.”
“I must go.”
“Bring us back something, Daddy, will you?”
“I’ll bring you back a Nazi with real hair.” (Walks away normally, then turns into a galloping giraffe.)

- Eddie Izzard, Glorious
from Cake or Death

And yesterday I got to do a little catching up with Jenn the Wonder Medic, who came for the big Westie-palooza. We talked about lots of random things; she got me up-to-date on some of the people I went to high school with, we compared hair (hers is also natural colored, but much longer than I've seen it in years), I told her about the crazy roommate, she told me about living alone (and I was jealous), and she told me about the new school she'll be teaching at this fall (there's a bronze pillar just inside the main entry, which they will apparently be covering with bark to make it look like a tree). It was good times. Hooray for Dorian!

So I should go, after having written this novella of a post twice (since Blogger went temporarily insane a little while ago). I've got things.

Saturday, April 16

Vegetarian Revelation

In an unprecedented contest against my roommate, I will become a practicing vegetarian for the next week, while she will avoid all dairy products. [Milk and cereal bars have not been cleared as non-dairy at this time, and will be substituted by PopTarts.]

In other news, I'm going to finish translating my Greek homework:

Revelation 3.16: ουτως οτι χλιαρος ει και ουτε ζεστος ουτε ψυχρος, μελλω σε εμεσαι εκ του στοματος μου.

Because you are tepid and neither hot nor cold, I am about to vomit you out of my mouth.

Friday, April 15


I hate that I get ready to type up a post and then get all distracted by something else. This usually happens when I'm trying to multi-task but then get sidetracked on one thing. Here's what I mean: I open my email, then decide to see if there are any new comments on the Chips website, then decide to finish the post that I started yesterday afternoon, go back to the email, open the NYTimes digest that I get daily, go back to Blogger, see something interesting on the Dashboard page, get side tracked by two links ...

and then it's time for Linguistics.

What a vicious cycle.

Tuesday, April 12

A few

• Our shower is broken.

• I have gotten more paper cuts in the twenty-first year of my life than in all of the other years combined. Have I suddenly gotten considerably clumsier?

• Upon walking to Koren, I thought, Maybe I should turn around and get a sweatshirt, but I didn't.

• "Our planet could be seething with alien bugs without anyone suspecting it" is the best line I've read in a NY Times op-ed column yet.

• The word "necro-porn" in the next article comes close. (Both parts of that work are Greek, from νεκροσ and πορνεω.)

• I have to go to class.

Saturday, April 9

A list

These are the things that I did last night.

1) Performed as a rather smashing Brian Littrell in our rendition of "I Want It That Way", despite the inebriation of one of the other boyband members.
2) Went back to LaurLar with Boobalicious Girl, Mismatched Patterns, and Angelina Lips (all of whom were rather inebriated); proceeded to be very loud in the study lounge. (I hope the verysmallRA wasn't too angry with us.)
3) Went to BG's room in O-town, saw MP and AL streak down the hill for a couple of meters. (Glad to only have seen the ass parts.)
4) Took a shot of Absolut.
5) Watched the other three be hilarious for a little while.
6) Took a shot of Absolut.
7) Decided that we needed to play Strip Go Fish.
8) Lost only one article of clothing.
9) Took a shot of Absolut.
10) Found myself being relieved that my invisible cards are waterproof salivaproof.
11) Proceeded to win (and not removing any more clothing).
12) Saw MP lose. Including the dangly bits.
13) Was very close to said dangly bits. Very.
14) MP and AL left; heard AL mutter something about unfinished business.
15) Talked for a very long time with BG about things including lesbianism, very unhealthy relatives, and her being "satisfyingly profound".
16) Walked back to LaurLar in a foggy haze.
17) Slept for a very long time.

Friday, April 8

I want it that way

Yes, I'm quoting the BSB song. In to too long, I'm going to be doing a fabulous rendition of the boyband we all know and love.

What have I gotten myself into?

Thursday, April 7

It just takes some time

I'll be back soon. I'm changing the colors, and I don't apologize if it hurts your eyes.

Pull out his eyes,
Pull out his eyes.

Pull out his eyes,
Pull out his eyes,

James Joyce
A Portrait of the Artist
as a Young Man

Monday, April 4

Monday Monday

"Some men form the opinion that they are irresistible stud muffins, and they do not change this opinion even when their faces sag and their noses bloat to the size of eggplants and their eyebrows grow together to form what appears to be a giant forehead-dwelling tropical caterpillar." - Dave Barry

I also finished knitting the most enormous womb in the world, and I'll post pictures of it tomorrow or something. It really is enormous.

I have a headache and a stomach ache and so I'll just leave you with that.

Saturday, April 2

Last night

Pope's dead.

But that's not why I've come to write a post. Even though it's sad, he's old and death is imminent for everyone. I came to post pictures of last night's fun.