Looking through my phonebook, it occurred to me that I know lots of people who have the same name. I know a slew of Stephanies, and some of them I've been pretty tight with, others have been causal friends or acquaintances. I also know several Johns, and at times I've had to call them 'Big John' and 'Little Jon,' or 'Other John.' I have to stop and think when I hit the Michelles in my address book, because I didn't attach last names, and I know several Michelles.
Sometimes one person can ruin a name for me forever (I won't name names), and sometimes one person makes the name forever amazing to me. But generally, I get a good mix of emotions when I contemplate the different Jessies that I know, or something like that. However, I've come to the conclusion that there has been one name that I have consistently liked, respected, and trusted the bearer: James.
Now, many of the Jameses on my list are either fictitious or I've never actually met them. But all of them have been pretty amazing.
King James I of England: he gave us the KJB, and I'm not about to complain.
James (Jim) Hawkins: what person my age didn't grow up adoring Muppet Treasure Island? JimJimmyJimJimJimmyJimJim shall forever live on in my head as the greatest soprano the world shall ever know. And he's not bad in the book, either. :P
James Rocket: I'll admit, I mostly watched Pokemon because of the dashing male half of the Team Rocket, erm, team. I don't even care that he had purple hair, tucked his pants into his boots, and could only capture about five Pokemon. He was gorgeous.
James Kirk: There are so many children named James for this very reason. Captain Kirk was and is phenomenal.
James Bond: He drives sports cars, has a British accent, and has a license to kill. What more do you want???
James McAvoy: Tell me he wasn't an adorable Mr. Tumnus, and an adorable Charles Xavier. And he's British.
James Hacker: This one probably won't ring any bells, but he's the main character in the British (yes, I see the pattern) comedy Yes, Minister. It's a brilliant show, don't let the age of it put you off.
James Norrington: The un-sung hero of Pirates III. If Elizabeth would have been smart, she would have married him up front. None of this William Turner nonsense.
James Possible: Cartoon character Kim Possible's rocket scientist father, who is...a rocket scientist. And very amusing.
James West: Hearthrob of the Wild Wild West (the original series, none of this Will Smith crap will be tolerated), exceptional horseman, secret agent to the president, and generally brilliant.
James Phelps: He played Fred Weasley, for heaven's sake! He runs a joke shop, beats bludgers, and brilliantly humiliated Dolores Umbridge. And that's just for starters.
James May: The other bloke on Top Gear. Who, if you want the facts, is actually the intelligent bloke on Top Gear. The only problem is TG isn't exactly the place nor time to show off your smarts, so you'll just have to trust me on this one.
James Hathaway: Character who plays Inspector Lewis's Sergeant (which is a terribly difficult word for me to spell, btw) on Inspector Lewis. He's lanky, snarky, sarcastic, glibe, and frighteningly intelligent. If you're a girl who always wanted a boyfriend who could recite Shakespeare and Keats, and then serenade you on his guitar, Hathaway is for you.
Cousin James: The brightest 4-year-old I've ever seen. :)
Honestly, I've never met one I didn't like. So if you want a good, solid name for a boy, James definitely has some good people behind it so far.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Snacktime, Part II
Today the missionaries came to Primary. The first elder stood up and introduced himself, then asked the kids where they thought he was from. Several hands shot up, and one little four-year-old boy shouted, "heaven!" The elder said that was the best answer he'd ever got.
The next elder asked, "Who knows where Disneyland is? That's where I'm from."
One of the six-year-old girls hollered, "California!"
Before the elder could tell her she was right, another little girl in the front row leaned forward and pointed at him. "You're from Disneyland!?"
Clearly, we have the two best elders in the world. One is from heaven, and the other is from Disneyland.
The next elder asked, "Who knows where Disneyland is? That's where I'm from."
One of the six-year-old girls hollered, "California!"
Before the elder could tell her she was right, another little girl in the front row leaned forward and pointed at him. "You're from Disneyland!?"
Clearly, we have the two best elders in the world. One is from heaven, and the other is from Disneyland.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Not Even A Spark of Interest
Yesterday was one of those days at the office that ALL I did was stare very hard at my computer monitor. I was in the process of creating a massive amount of PDF files from Word, Excel, and Word Perfect documents.
Click.
Wait fifteen seconds.
Program appears.
Wait another fifteen seconds.
Program loads.
Click *PDF*
Wait.
It was excruciating. At first, it was just the thirty seconds of downtime in between the simple thought of 'click the mouse now," and "click the mouse again," that was eating me. Within an hour of getting to work, I had a Solitaire game up and running that kept me from biting my nails off and pulling my hair out before lunchtime. But by lunchtime, I was bored, my hand was aching from holding the mouse in one position, and I hated Solitaire.
After lunch I tried other games. I attempted Spider Solitaire, but I couldn't figure it out in the thirty seconds at a time I had to spend on it. I tried Hearts, and through beginner's luck won the game. As the afternoon crawled on my computer started slowing down even more (this was a bad sign: to begin with the thing is slower than drying paint being stared), my neck started aching, and my hands started to twitch. With all of this intense staring at a computer screen came the inevitable headache that no amount of cold water and motrin could cure. My eyes were alternately dry and itching or burning and watering under my contacts. My head pounded insistently, and I rubbed my eyes, trying to make the pain go away, but I couldn't even see straight. The black font on the screen was even starting to turn red in spots.
And then the little voice in the back of my head that keeps me from getting myself killed every now and then nudged me. "Look at some paper."
It was the weirdest thing, but it immediately made sense. I got my novel from my purse, closed the Solitaire game, and instead of clicking through cards in my thirty seconds of downtime per program per PDF file, I read half a paragraph of Emma. Truly, after a day of staring intensely at a screen, reading would not seem like the logical thing to dull a headache and lessen the strain on my eyes, but it was. The solid, calm black font on the pale, easy-on-the-eyes grayish paper, sitting on top of a brown desktop, was the answer. My thirty seconds with Emma and Harriet Smith not only pleasantly engaged my mind elsewhere, the paper their conversation was printed on was a relief to my aching head and eyes.
It got me wondering. All of those adds for the Amazon Kindle, the Nook, and now the iPad.... They're not going to work. We stare at computer screens eight hours a day, five days a week. And when we're not staring at computers, we're staring a TV or movie screen. We're playing the Wii. We're scrolling through music options on our iPod. We're texting anyone and everyone, staring at our GPS screens, our digital watches....we see in pixels. And after a few hours, it flippin' hurts.
Still, people are going to use Kindles and Nooks and such. But I can't help but think that it won't be the bookworms who buy the majority of them. It's going to be light readers who like them; people who travel a lot and travel lightly. But the serious bookworm is going to always want the book, the feel of the book, the weight of it, the smell of it. They're going to want to still go into libraries and bookstores and get lost thumbing through novels. There's a lot of reasons serious readers aren't likely to be the ones buying media players, or whatever they're calling them, but I'm absolutely sure that one of the final saving graces of the book is that it's always going to easy on the eyes.
So no, not even a spark of interest for the Kindle. Not for me.
Click.
Wait fifteen seconds.
Program appears.
Wait another fifteen seconds.
Program loads.
Click *PDF*
Wait.
It was excruciating. At first, it was just the thirty seconds of downtime in between the simple thought of 'click the mouse now," and "click the mouse again," that was eating me. Within an hour of getting to work, I had a Solitaire game up and running that kept me from biting my nails off and pulling my hair out before lunchtime. But by lunchtime, I was bored, my hand was aching from holding the mouse in one position, and I hated Solitaire.
After lunch I tried other games. I attempted Spider Solitaire, but I couldn't figure it out in the thirty seconds at a time I had to spend on it. I tried Hearts, and through beginner's luck won the game. As the afternoon crawled on my computer started slowing down even more (this was a bad sign: to begin with the thing is slower than drying paint being stared), my neck started aching, and my hands started to twitch. With all of this intense staring at a computer screen came the inevitable headache that no amount of cold water and motrin could cure. My eyes were alternately dry and itching or burning and watering under my contacts. My head pounded insistently, and I rubbed my eyes, trying to make the pain go away, but I couldn't even see straight. The black font on the screen was even starting to turn red in spots.
And then the little voice in the back of my head that keeps me from getting myself killed every now and then nudged me. "Look at some paper."
It was the weirdest thing, but it immediately made sense. I got my novel from my purse, closed the Solitaire game, and instead of clicking through cards in my thirty seconds of downtime per program per PDF file, I read half a paragraph of Emma. Truly, after a day of staring intensely at a screen, reading would not seem like the logical thing to dull a headache and lessen the strain on my eyes, but it was. The solid, calm black font on the pale, easy-on-the-eyes grayish paper, sitting on top of a brown desktop, was the answer. My thirty seconds with Emma and Harriet Smith not only pleasantly engaged my mind elsewhere, the paper their conversation was printed on was a relief to my aching head and eyes.
It got me wondering. All of those adds for the Amazon Kindle, the Nook, and now the iPad.... They're not going to work. We stare at computer screens eight hours a day, five days a week. And when we're not staring at computers, we're staring a TV or movie screen. We're playing the Wii. We're scrolling through music options on our iPod. We're texting anyone and everyone, staring at our GPS screens, our digital watches....we see in pixels. And after a few hours, it flippin' hurts.
Still, people are going to use Kindles and Nooks and such. But I can't help but think that it won't be the bookworms who buy the majority of them. It's going to be light readers who like them; people who travel a lot and travel lightly. But the serious bookworm is going to always want the book, the feel of the book, the weight of it, the smell of it. They're going to want to still go into libraries and bookstores and get lost thumbing through novels. There's a lot of reasons serious readers aren't likely to be the ones buying media players, or whatever they're calling them, but I'm absolutely sure that one of the final saving graces of the book is that it's always going to easy on the eyes.
So no, not even a spark of interest for the Kindle. Not for me.
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Snacktime, Part I
Definition: the moment in a primary class when you hand out the Smarties and there is 15 seconds of silence.
I have been blessed to be able to teach the primary 4 year old class for nearly two years now. There isn't a Sunday that goes by that one of my brilliant little kids doesn't say something pithy, sweet, or adorably ridiculous. Since not everyone is lucky enough to be a primary teacher, I thought I might share. :)
Me: Why are you so sad?
Sandra: I don't know who I'm going to marry.
Me: Don't worry, you've got a few more years to work on that one.
Sandra: I asked Brandon to marry me, and he said no.
*pause*
Me: Maybe he'll change his mind when he grows up.
Sandra continues to look utterly devastated, towards another boy, and I wonder -
Me: How many boys have you asked to marry you?
Sandra: Just two. But Harper said he was going to marry somebody else, too.
----
While I was taking a couple little girls to the bathroom, another woman came in. Seeing me, she said, "I heard it's your birthday this month. Happy birthday!"
I thanked her and tried to usher the little girls towards the door. One of them glanced up at me and asked,"Teacher, how old are you going to be?"
"Twenty-four."
The little girl's jaw droped and she gaped at the other girl next to her, before looking up at me with wide eyes. "Twenty-four!? My mom's only twenty-one!"
I'm fairly certain her mother is older than me. :)
---
My co-teacher was telling trying to explain to the children that it would be dark inside a Jaredite Barge without any windows. One little boy was not worried about that, though. "No, they can just turn the TV on!"
I have been blessed to be able to teach the primary 4 year old class for nearly two years now. There isn't a Sunday that goes by that one of my brilliant little kids doesn't say something pithy, sweet, or adorably ridiculous. Since not everyone is lucky enough to be a primary teacher, I thought I might share. :)
Me: Why are you so sad?
Sandra: I don't know who I'm going to marry.
Me: Don't worry, you've got a few more years to work on that one.
Sandra: I asked Brandon to marry me, and he said no.
*pause*
Me: Maybe he'll change his mind when he grows up.
Sandra continues to look utterly devastated, towards another boy, and I wonder -
Me: How many boys have you asked to marry you?
Sandra: Just two. But Harper said he was going to marry somebody else, too.
----
While I was taking a couple little girls to the bathroom, another woman came in. Seeing me, she said, "I heard it's your birthday this month. Happy birthday!"
I thanked her and tried to usher the little girls towards the door. One of them glanced up at me and asked,"Teacher, how old are you going to be?"
"Twenty-four."
The little girl's jaw droped and she gaped at the other girl next to her, before looking up at me with wide eyes. "Twenty-four!? My mom's only twenty-one!"
I'm fairly certain her mother is older than me. :)
---
My co-teacher was telling trying to explain to the children that it would be dark inside a Jaredite Barge without any windows. One little boy was not worried about that, though. "No, they can just turn the TV on!"
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Epic of Gilgamesh
I have a habit of naming things. Well, everything, really. One of my late iPods was named Wamba. A pair of my climbing shoes are called Enuma Elish (it means 'when on high'), and my yoga mat is named ma'at (har, har). This January, while flipping through the ads on ksl.com in an attempt to find a decent truck for myself, I noticed a dark greenish-black four door at a nearby dealership. I clicked on the picture, and immediately thought, "his name is Gilgamesh." I know that in a car-buying situation the last thing you're supposed to do is become emotionally attached to a potential car, especially to the point that you've NAMED it.
I should probably pause here, because effectively no one has heard of Gilgamesh, and thus my esoteric imagination has once again proved itself to be...esoteric. Gilgamesh was the King of Uruk (in Mesopotamia), and he and his buddy Enkidu went on all sorts of epic adventures killing the monster Humbaba and attempting to unlock the secret of immortality. Think of them as the original Kirk and Spock. Gilgamesh, in a word, is cool. And so is my truck.
About a week after I saw Gilgamesh online, I owned him. In daylight, he proved to be dark green, possess a slightly hammered back bumper, and have tires a size too large, but I nonetheless owned and rather adored him. Gilgamesh was essentially my ticket to freedom; to being autonomous. With him, I could get to and from work and school on my own, not have to worry about scheduling time to get the family van for my personal, dumb 'I fancy some chips, I should go to the store." But best of all, Gilgamesh lets me go camping. :)
Two weekends ago, I drove him down to Moab and had a fun weekend bumming around Arches and dragging my unfortunate little brother to virtually every rock art site within three miles of the I-70/Highway 128 interchange. (Really, he didn't appreciate it.) We saw lots of Fremont stuff, lots of Barrier Canyon stuff, and then there was the Darth Vader panel...
And the Eye of Horus....
Seriously, a person smart enough to know what the Eye of Horus is should NOT be dumb enough to etch it onto a rock with Fremont art.
This last weekend, to kick of Utah's annual Prehistory Week, my mum and I ventured down to the San Rafael Swell, where we went on a rock art tour. (Golly, can you tell I like rock art??) The weather was amazing, the company was fabulous, the art was incredible, and the four wheeling was intense at some moments. Namely when we drove under a (approximately) 14'x 200' tunnel under I-70 through 6" of sand. No room for fishtailing, and no room for error, especially in a caravan of 11 other cars that have no idea what a decent following distance in circumstances like that should be. It was a few seconds of white knuckle driving, but Gilgamesh came out brilliantly on the other end of the tunnel and continued to show the novices behind us just how four wheeling through sand at a 30' angle is done.
Here's to many future epic adventures with Gilgamesh. :D
I should probably pause here, because effectively no one has heard of Gilgamesh, and thus my esoteric imagination has once again proved itself to be...esoteric. Gilgamesh was the King of Uruk (in Mesopotamia), and he and his buddy Enkidu went on all sorts of epic adventures killing the monster Humbaba and attempting to unlock the secret of immortality. Think of them as the original Kirk and Spock. Gilgamesh, in a word, is cool. And so is my truck.
About a week after I saw Gilgamesh online, I owned him. In daylight, he proved to be dark green, possess a slightly hammered back bumper, and have tires a size too large, but I nonetheless owned and rather adored him. Gilgamesh was essentially my ticket to freedom; to being autonomous. With him, I could get to and from work and school on my own, not have to worry about scheduling time to get the family van for my personal, dumb 'I fancy some chips, I should go to the store." But best of all, Gilgamesh lets me go camping. :)
Two weekends ago, I drove him down to Moab and had a fun weekend bumming around Arches and dragging my unfortunate little brother to virtually every rock art site within three miles of the I-70/Highway 128 interchange. (Really, he didn't appreciate it.) We saw lots of Fremont stuff, lots of Barrier Canyon stuff, and then there was the Darth Vader panel...
And the Eye of Horus....
Seriously, a person smart enough to know what the Eye of Horus is should NOT be dumb enough to etch it onto a rock with Fremont art.
This last weekend, to kick of Utah's annual Prehistory Week, my mum and I ventured down to the San Rafael Swell, where we went on a rock art tour. (Golly, can you tell I like rock art??) The weather was amazing, the company was fabulous, the art was incredible, and the four wheeling was intense at some moments. Namely when we drove under a (approximately) 14'x 200' tunnel under I-70 through 6" of sand. No room for fishtailing, and no room for error, especially in a caravan of 11 other cars that have no idea what a decent following distance in circumstances like that should be. It was a few seconds of white knuckle driving, but Gilgamesh came out brilliantly on the other end of the tunnel and continued to show the novices behind us just how four wheeling through sand at a 30' angle is done.
Here's to many future epic adventures with Gilgamesh. :D
Saturday, April 09, 2011
Graduation =
*exhaustion*
Don’t mind me if I collapse here for a moment and catch my breath...it’s been a while since I’ve felt so relieved. It’s odd, I know. I should feel more excitement and fulfillment or something, but all I can feel is relief. I am DONE. And, being DONE, I thought I’d make a list of things I’d gone through, things that had happened, and stuff I have acquired since starting Weber in 2005.
First of all, academically:
6 years
12 semesters
141 credit hours
42 classes...good number, that
28 professors...I repeated half of my professors at that rate...eh, it's a small anthro department
43 textbooks...and all of the English and anthro ones are still kicking around my bedroom
2 presentations at the Undergrad Research Conference
2 library cards
4 backpacks
1 major department change
...and an infinite number of flash drives. I tend to lose them.
And now we turn to the Ministry of Finances and Transportation:
2 cars: Sadie the '91 Pontiac Bonneville (RIP), and Gilgamesh, the '06 Toyota Tundra crewcab
3 jobs: Ace Hardware, Payless Shoes, and Sagebrush Consultants
1 credit card ...it's not everywhere I want to be
4 wallets
1 parking pass ...ridiculous.
1 bus pass
3 or 5 bus routes ...thank you, UTA.
Technology:
4 cell phones
3 mp3 players...I will never buy an iPod again; you're paying for the name.
2 umbrellas, yes I am technologically un-advanced enough that these count here.
2 laptops...hate Windows, love Ubunto, hate that Ubunto doesn't run Word.
Vacations:
3 days stranded in Moab - best family vacation ever, according to everyone but mum.
3 anthro club trips - Range Creek, Chaco Canyon, and Mesa Verde (lesson learned)
1 insane spring break trip to Chaco Canyon - saw the spring equinox over Casa Rinconada, and a shooting star through a telescope that I am the only one in the world to see.
2 pairs of hiking boots
2 pairs of climbing shoes - new favorite sport.
Pets:
3 dogs: Asta (RIP), Archie, and Samson
2 hamsters: Watson (RIP) and Ophelia...okay, 3 if you count Hammond.
Medical Record:
2 kidney stones: loratab + term paper = not good
3 Doctors...drool
4 Companions
2 Tardis makeovers
Lots of Daleks...seriously, I want to buy Dalek salt shakers.
Self-Preservation and Sanity:
4 water bottles, speaking of which, where is it?
2 cocoa thermoses
1 yoga mat...which I named Ma'at
7 fanfics -maybe 3 of them are decent
6 insane celebrity crushes: Ross Martin, Lawrence Fox, Johnny Depp, David Tennant, Derek Fowlds, and Richard Hammond. Wow, none of them are American
2 primary classes with adorable 4-year-olds - I am totally besotted, and never wish to leave Primary again.
In the Media:
2 Harry Potter novels
4 Harry Potter movies - anyone know when they're sending 7.1 to DVD?
2 Star Wars films
2 Pirates of the Caribbean films, 1 of which left Berit hyperventilating
5 midnight showings (Toy Story 3, Harry Potters 6 & 7, Pirates 2 & 3)
2 seasons of Chip n Dale Rescue Rangers ...Disney, please release the last one, this is mean.
1 additional Kim Possible season - girl power!
1 new Star Trek film, oh my goodness, Karl Urban is a young Ross Martin, be still my heart!
2 Stigs...but it's difficult to tell
2 seasons of Perry Mason "Incompetent, irrelevant, and immaterial!"
2 seasons of Top Gear --> Hammond! James May! Hammond! ooh, Bugatti Veyron.
4 seasons of Wild Wild West...I still insist that I am marrying Artie.
1 season of Inspector Lewis
Miscellaneous, or I REALLY Don't Want To Know:
2 semesters of walking across campus in the dark
too many hours waiting at bus stops
lots of creepers on the bus
hundreds of hikes up and down 36th street to and from work, rain, shine, or snow
thousands of late nights and early mornings
several bottles of motrin
a few times of playing hooky...it generally involved math class
lots of fun lunches with buddies
several anthro club bake sales
fun hours spent sitting on the floors in my professor's offices, killing time
quiet naps in the institute building
tens of hot cocoa and muffin runs to the arts building
dozens of runs up and down the social science building stairs
1 too many broken vending machines
an unhealthy amount of cold pop tarts
gallons and gallons of Dr. Pepper
at least 6 sets of earbuds for my mp3 player
and a whole general lot of fun!
So, yeah. I think I have every right to be flippin' exhausted. I am SO glad it's over. But I am SOOO glad I did it. :D
Don’t mind me if I collapse here for a moment and catch my breath...it’s been a while since I’ve felt so relieved. It’s odd, I know. I should feel more excitement and fulfillment or something, but all I can feel is relief. I am DONE. And, being DONE, I thought I’d make a list of things I’d gone through, things that had happened, and stuff I have acquired since starting Weber in 2005.
First of all, academically:
6 years
12 semesters
141 credit hours
42 classes...good number, that
28 professors...I repeated half of my professors at that rate...eh, it's a small anthro department
43 textbooks...and all of the English and anthro ones are still kicking around my bedroom
2 presentations at the Undergrad Research Conference
2 library cards
4 backpacks
1 major department change
...and an infinite number of flash drives. I tend to lose them.
And now we turn to the Ministry of Finances and Transportation:
2 cars: Sadie the '91 Pontiac Bonneville (RIP), and Gilgamesh, the '06 Toyota Tundra crewcab
3 jobs: Ace Hardware, Payless Shoes, and Sagebrush Consultants
1 credit card ...it's not everywhere I want to be
4 wallets
1 parking pass ...ridiculous.
1 bus pass
3 or 5 bus routes ...thank you, UTA.
Technology:
4 cell phones
3 mp3 players...I will never buy an iPod again; you're paying for the name.
2 umbrellas, yes I am technologically un-advanced enough that these count here.
2 laptops...hate Windows, love Ubunto, hate that Ubunto doesn't run Word.
Vacations:
3 days stranded in Moab - best family vacation ever, according to everyone but mum.
3 anthro club trips - Range Creek, Chaco Canyon, and Mesa Verde (lesson learned)
1 insane spring break trip to Chaco Canyon - saw the spring equinox over Casa Rinconada, and a shooting star through a telescope that I am the only one in the world to see.
2 pairs of hiking boots
2 pairs of climbing shoes - new favorite sport.
Pets:
3 dogs: Asta (RIP), Archie, and Samson
2 hamsters: Watson (RIP) and Ophelia...okay, 3 if you count Hammond.
Medical Record:
2 kidney stones: loratab + term paper = not good
3 Doctors...drool
4 Companions
2 Tardis makeovers
Lots of Daleks...seriously, I want to buy Dalek salt shakers.
Self-Preservation and Sanity:
4 water bottles, speaking of which, where is it?
2 cocoa thermoses
1 yoga mat...which I named Ma'at
7 fanfics -maybe 3 of them are decent
6 insane celebrity crushes: Ross Martin, Lawrence Fox, Johnny Depp, David Tennant, Derek Fowlds, and Richard Hammond. Wow, none of them are American
2 primary classes with adorable 4-year-olds - I am totally besotted, and never wish to leave Primary again.
In the Media:
2 Harry Potter novels
4 Harry Potter movies - anyone know when they're sending 7.1 to DVD?
2 Star Wars films
2 Pirates of the Caribbean films, 1 of which left Berit hyperventilating
5 midnight showings (Toy Story 3, Harry Potters 6 & 7, Pirates 2 & 3)
2 seasons of Chip n Dale Rescue Rangers ...Disney, please release the last one, this is mean.
1 additional Kim Possible season - girl power!
1 new Star Trek film, oh my goodness, Karl Urban is a young Ross Martin, be still my heart!
2 Stigs...but it's difficult to tell
2 seasons of Perry Mason "Incompetent, irrelevant, and immaterial!"
2 seasons of Top Gear --> Hammond! James May! Hammond! ooh, Bugatti Veyron.
4 seasons of Wild Wild West...I still insist that I am marrying Artie.
1 season of Inspector Lewis
Miscellaneous, or I REALLY Don't Want To Know:
2 semesters of walking across campus in the dark
too many hours waiting at bus stops
lots of creepers on the bus
hundreds of hikes up and down 36th street to and from work, rain, shine, or snow
thousands of late nights and early mornings
several bottles of motrin
a few times of playing hooky...it generally involved math class
lots of fun lunches with buddies
several anthro club bake sales
fun hours spent sitting on the floors in my professor's offices, killing time
quiet naps in the institute building
tens of hot cocoa and muffin runs to the arts building
dozens of runs up and down the social science building stairs
1 too many broken vending machines
an unhealthy amount of cold pop tarts
gallons and gallons of Dr. Pepper
at least 6 sets of earbuds for my mp3 player
and a whole general lot of fun!
So, yeah. I think I have every right to be flippin' exhausted. I am SO glad it's over. But I am SOOO glad I did it. :D
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Stopping in the With The Morning Report
Just popping in to say:
-Mad love for the Top Gear boys!
-Ophelia will now sit on my hand!
-Peder brought home pecan pie last night! I may go steal some more.
-Going rock climbing with Berit tomorrow!!
-I'm going to buy a bike! (anyone got an old road bike they don't like any more?)
-Last homework assignment of the undergrad is DONE!
-My Maserati goes 185, I lost my license, now I don't drive.
-I am in the process of composing a list of things that have gone on during my college career...
Anywho, off to watch some more Top Gear and eat some pecan pie.
-Mad love for the Top Gear boys!
-Ophelia will now sit on my hand!
-Peder brought home pecan pie last night! I may go steal some more.
-Going rock climbing with Berit tomorrow!!
-I'm going to buy a bike! (anyone got an old road bike they don't like any more?)
-Last homework assignment of the undergrad is DONE!
-My Maserati goes 185, I lost my license, now I don't drive.
-I am in the process of composing a list of things that have gone on during my college career...
Anywho, off to watch some more Top Gear and eat some pecan pie.
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