Tuesday, January 30, 2007


When I went to Pueblo's with Sarah, Marta, and Ben, I realized how similar they are are to us. In fact, the first thing that Sarah said was "Ben, you are the sole male amongst all these girls. You must protect our carnal treasure." This comment was in reference to a movie (Win a Date with Tad Hamilton- supposedly the Chickiest Chick-Flick around [I didn't like it]) that we had watched during girls' night in V5 the night before. The comment also succeeded in making Ben state that he really should find some new friends...

Now, we did meet Emily, Karla, and Karla's sister Maria at Pueblo's. But that was only after Sarah decided to take a non-confirmed shortcut to Dahlonega and we had a discussion about whether girls or guys were really the more competetive sex. There being only one representive of the male sex in the car, it was decided that females are indeed the more competetive sex. By this time, the shortcut had been officially confirmed.

To be honest, I don't really remember that much of the dinner conversation; I was too busy laughing. I do remember that when the check came it was NOT seperated (because, you know, we didn't say seperate checks five times or anything...). Then Sarah, who was sorting out who owed what amount of money, declared "There are seven of us. We ate $12.00 worth of cheese." At which we all kind of stared and then laughed and shook our heads over how pathetic that is.
It was good cheese, though. We all should go one day and just eat the cheese. And the fresh torilla chips.

Then, there was about ten chaotic minutes of "how-are-we-going-to-pay-for-this-because-someone-managed-to-leave-behind-a-handy-little-thing-called-a-debit-card-and-now-is-rooting-through-all-of-his? her?-belongings-to-find-enough-cash-but-is-still-.75-short-and-Marta-(who did not leave behind a debit card, but brought along $3.00 in laundry quarters and other miscellaneous change)-this-isn't-an-AMERICAN-dime!-which-produced-a-squeal-from-Emily-"There's my Canandian dime!-and-ensuing-fight-about-whose-money-it-actually-was-and-oh-shit-we-need-to-leave-a-tip-to-"No! we CANNOT leave a tip of $3.00 in CHANGE!!!"

O.k. maybe they're a little worse than we are. I can't imagine what we'll be like next year. We will drive every waiter and waitress in Daswonville to quit his or her job.

When we finally got up to go pay, Emily noticed that Ben was wearing a John Paul The Great University and began to stomp up and down exclaiming whinily, "Marta!! You got him a shirt before you got me a shirt! That's not fair!! I want one!!!!" WHICH she proceeded to do even after we had gotten into the cars. Marta flicked her off.

On the ride home it was "Pick on Marta Night". I could really sympathize with her. Alot. Of course, when Ben picked on her, she retaliated by smacking him in the face with her leather glove. We took 400 to get back to Dawsonville. This prompted Marta to ask Sarah why she took that way. "Marta, the reason I took 400 is because halfway between Dawsonville and Dahlonega is an animal shelter where I can drop you off. "

When we got back to campus Ben decreed "I'm never going out with you people again!"

Sunday, January 21, 2007

What a dreary, dreary day

It's 37 degrees and raining. Hard. I should be doing homework, but I'm not motivated enough because I know that Tuesday is going to be one of the most boring days ever. Plus, I'm still figuring out how to work my glasses. It's quite tricky when descending stairs. It looks as if the next step is further than it really is- not fun. Especially not in heels...

Tomorrow will be interesting, though. I've never been to a march. Not quite sure what to expect. Something good, I guess. I wonder how many people across the country are going to be at one of these marches. And then I wonder how many are actually prolife, not just anti- abortion. There is a difference. Can we really get anywhere with the whole prolife thing if men and women don't recognize their own dignity? How can someone respect the dignity of others (especially vulnerable others) if they do not respect themselves. How many people marching tomorrow are all for "assisted suicides" or pro- birth control? I wouldn't think there would be too many of the former, but I bet there are a LOT of the latter. In fact, I would bet that there are a lot of people at the marches who advocate birth control/ "safe sex" as an answer to abortion. But what does that accomplish? It still only leaves us swimming in our own refuse.

O God, our Creator, all life is in your hands from conception until death. Help us to cherish our children and to reverence the awesome privilege of our share in creation. May all people live and die in dignity and love. Bless all those who defend the rights of the unborn, the handicapped, and the aged. Enlighten and be merciful toward those who fail to love, and give them peace. Let freedom be tempered by responsibility, integrity and morality. Amen

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Library Chronicles

I have forgotten how incredibly long and boring the weekends are here. This weekend has been so boring that I'm almost finished with all my homework for Tuesday AND Wednesday. They're even more boring than weekends where I live when I'm not at school. Which I guess most people would term 'home' but I'm not sure that fits for me. Home is where the heart is, right? I don't think I really have a home.

What an un-happy type of a post for my surroundings. The library. With Jill, Lauren, and Weasle. Who just said that KFC kills their chickens using "chicken concubines"...
I think he meant to say chicken concenetration camps. if THAT makes any sense.

Zak And Sara... Ah, it's nice being the Rulers of The Library. With nothing pressing to do. And Dan on the way. Hey! Jill clapped at the right place!!! Yay Jill!!! NOOOO!! The song is gone!! Stupid computer. Stupid MySpace that doesn't work on the (stupid) computer. But It's ok. now we're listening to Dan. And Weasle's gone.

Now, Jill is showing off the gay snowmen to Dan. Who just said "yeah, they're clearly gay; they both have tophats and neither of them have snowbreasts".

*Sigh We've been here a week. It sort of feels longer. Sort of feels shorter. It definitely feels different than last semester. I actually talk to my roomate... haha.

I thought I would write more later but I didn't feel like it.

Friday, January 12, 2007

The original reason I created this silly thing is the same as Amy's. But I think I might start to actually use this thing. It looks funny with the little saying "no posts found that match your query". It begs to be utilized. I just hope Amy succeeds. I'm about to watch her leave the library and attempt to covertly deliver a letter to our beloved Dr. Urbanczyk. Oh wait. The letter has been given to Laura to give to Dr. Urbanczyk. That might work. But maybe not. An oh, Brian, if you happen to read this, Amy decided to put a personal touch in the letter. Not in the text of the letter. I think he can figure out who it's from... Hmmm... Wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing...

The letter has been delivered. Now we wait. For what? For Amy to bring her tiny vaccum cleaner to clean up the confetti that Laura spilled while she was complaining about the man in the bathroom. Personally, I'd take that complaint to Mrs. DeBell, not a library intern.

Speaking of Mrs. DeBell, she just walked by reading a piece of paper. Hope it wasn't ours. THAT could be bad. Now Dr. Combee walked by reading a piece of paper. Hope it wasn't ours, either.