a vestige of thought...
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
A huge new undertaking
Monday, March 27, 2006
Why Saturday night made my trip
I wish I could communicate this stuff more clearly. I guess my point is that some questions that I have had for a long time were answered and I feel more at peace now than I did before.
Our highly intellectual conversation was interrupted when someone came to tell us that the band needed to move their equipment for "entertainment night" for the campers. After that I went back to the cabin with the band who put together a laptop and an amp of some kind for an almost-theatre-like viewing of Bruce Almighty complete with lots of pop, microwave popcorn and other varieties of junk food. Paul Birkhalter (summer '04 intern) came up to STC to visit since he lives nearby and joined us for the movie. That was pretty cool. The group of us hung out until nearly 1:30 before collapsing into our respective beds. It was great fun.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Middle School: the only time when trying to kill a person is a sign of affection
Brandae: "Christy, I have never ever heard a noise like that come out of you!"
After dinner a 12-year-old tried to pick me up with some group support from his buddies. That was funny.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Sharp Top Cove
To be continued...
Thursday, March 23, 2006
404.5 miles on I-75
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
I want to invent a font that is my own handwriting. I wish I knew now to do this. I think I shall add it to my list of things to do before I die.
The strange effect of mountian air:
I was kidnapped my Saddam Hussein. He kept me and a bunch of other prisoners in these sort of chicken yards with low fences around them. At some point a guy came out and shot all the prisoners. I lay there on the ground for awhile, waiting to die, and then it occurred to me that I didn't feel very much like dying. Nothing hurt and I couldn't feel blood anywhere, so I figured the bullet must have missed me. I lay there for a while longer, playing dead, just for good measure. After a time I got up and went to the edge of my yard, where Saddam was standing. I said something to the effect of, "Um, excuse me. I'm not dead." He said (in a British accent), "Oh. Well, can I give you a haircut then?" Of course, I didn't argue. I figured the worst he could do to my hair would be better than being dead. So he gave me a haircut and it actually looked pretty good. I complimented him on it. Then he took me into his super-secret back room where he kept lots and lots of American Girl dolls and cut their hair in his spare time. He told me all about how cutting dolls' hair was his passion and how he was thinking of leaving politics and terrorism and going into the doll fashion business. I told him I thought this was a fantastic idea. And then I woke up and laughed.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
The Best of All Worlds
Now I'm watching Jeopardy! and across the bottom of the screen I saw this notice (among others):
THE LITERARY COUNCIL: CANCELLATION OF APPRECIATION DINNER CANCELLED. I guess that means the dinner is on then? I hope all the attendees are literate enough to understand that.
I got my car back today. It's all pretty and shiny and working again! I'm so happy to have it back. The car repair place gave me an aloe vera plant. Haha. So, I was traumatized by being in a wreck, had to call about 80 thousand people, do without my car and everything in it for a week, and spend $10 more to fill up the tank that I do with my car, but I figure I came out ahead because now I have an aloe vera plant.
Today I spent most of my lunch time trying to figure out how to download and install Open Office so that I could open Microsoft Word documents. After reading lots and lots of information on the internet and fiddling with lots of different applications I got it to work... and then discovered that I could open Word documents all along with Appleworks. Go figure.
Random fact about me: My mom keeps carrots in a tupperware container with water to keep them from drying out. I like to drink the water that the carrots have been soaking in. Lots of vitamin A. Maybe that's why I can see in the dark better than Andrea.
Monday, March 20, 2006
~Roasted apples! With cinni-shug! Most superb.
Somebody: If you have a mummy bag, it's warmer to wear fewer clothes.
Somebody else: I'm strippin'!
Jaimi: Me too!
Jaimi: I'm FREEZING!
Me: The key is if you have a mummy bag, ya dork.
Me: My thighs are cold.
Jaimi: My thighs are amazing.
Me: *nearly died laughing*
~Me 'n' Caitlin singing Disney songs for a really long time
~On the team ski-walking things: "1,2,3 RIGHT! 1,2,3 LEFT! 1,2,3 AHHH!" (everyone falls over)
~spooning with Cait on the bus
~Violin and cello duet! Encoring at Experience and possibly at church soon!
~Mae forgot Rachael
~Laura is an awesome french-braider
~Mae makes me happy
~I <3 my Weird Wyoming girls!
~Chief, the grumpy bus driver
~Caitlin: "From now on, everything is Chief's fault"
~Kara broke her foot while singing Veggietales and dancing a jig. That's about the most amusing way I've ever heard of to break a foot.
~I nearly took a shower, but didn't.
~ENDLESS Mafia games on the bus!
~Turley always died first
~Paul SO needs a girl
~Ghost stories with Mae and the Wyoming boys.
~Paxton trying to get me to hide in the dark woods. It didn't work.
~"Humans can lick fingers too."
~Lee freaking out. "Geeze, why'd you tell me that! You said it wasn't scary!"
~Mrs. Hensey bought me Jelly Bellies!
~Margarita ("My parents were hippies and it means Daisy in Spanish")
~"Brandae! A HA HA HA HA (Kara laugh)"
~Memories of the murder pit
~LOTS and LOTS of spaghetti
~Henrietta, the wood stove
~The floor under Henrietta catching fire
~communion with white bread and apple juice
~"What color underwear are you wearing?"
~Zaxby's (I didn't get any, but I ate everyone else's)
~Caitlin and her beef jerkey
~Caitlin and her starburst belly jeans
~Caitlin and her rogurt yovered caisins.
~How to get guys: wear beef jerkey around your neck.
~"Signs" that didn't work
~Killer Wink WON'T work on the bus!
~Andrew, the awesomest mayor
~Mae killed me
~I was the Mafia and I WON!!! Bwahahahaha!
~Livy! My favorite Plunge freshman!
~screwy age distribution (freshman & sophomore guys and jr. and sr. girls)
~rumors of the "loft of love" in the guys cabin
~We got hoodies!
~Headline: "Girl on way to Asbury College, murdered in cold blood"
I'm sure I'm forgetting some, but that's all for now. Stay tuned for more later and please add your own!
Two Weeks Back
Thursday, March 16, 2006
I have discovered Mae.
This one is my favorite. The words are great, but the piano part is amazing. I listened to it about 15 times on my way to and from Physics today.
We're So Far Away
About my world and when you came
Wondering, the change you’d bring
Means nothing else would be the same
Did you know, what you were doing
Did you know? Did you know
How you would move me, well
I don’t really think so
But the night came down
And swept us away
And the stars, they seemed
To paint the most
Elaborate scene, today
How could we know, that so this show
We learned so much about ourselves
From Toledo, to Tokyo
The words were scribed on every page
And now there’s books up on our shelves
Did you know, how you would move us
Did you know, When the lights
First came upon us, and we
Saw the everglow
And the moments magic swept us away
And the young mans dream
Was almost seen so plain
When was the night
That showed us the sign
Revealed in the sky
To leave all behind
But where to begin
Throw the caution, to the wind
We’ll reach for the stars
Everything is now ours
Did you know, how you would move me
Did you know? Did you know
How you would move me well
I don’t even think so
But the moments magic swept us away
And it’s so close
But we’re so far away
It’s so close
But we’re so far away
Ok, I'm done complaining. Why don't stupid people pay attention when the light is red and the people in front of them have stopped?!
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
I like hymns
In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone! – who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save:
‘Til on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied –
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine –
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
‘Til He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand!
Sunday, March 12, 2006
I'm really only 15...
Last night I went with a bunch of girls to the Wildwood Inn in Florence, KY to celebrate Brandae's birthday. It was quite a lot of fun. The things we talk about... my goodness. Haha. I can't say as I was terribly impressed with the hotel staff though. The indoor pool area was amazing. Besides the large pool, there was also a huge hot tub with a waterfall in it. Apparently you had to be 16 to use the hot tub. I did not know this, as I did not have my glasses on and could not see the signs. But no matter. I am, after all, 18. It should not have mattered. The first time I got into the hot tub there were several other girls there. Again, I had my glasses off and was pretty much blind. I guess they all looked underage because the pool official guy came over and said, "Everyone under 16 has to get out!" A bunch of girls grumbled and groaned, but got out. I didn't move. The guy stayed there and looked at me and stated very emphatically, "Everyone under 16 must get out!" I said, "I'm 18." He said, "Do you have ID?" It was in my hotel room, and I told him so, adding that honest, I'm 18, and you can ask my friend's parents over there. "Are you sure you're 16?" "I'm 18!" And then, in a very rude tone, "You sure as hell don't look 16! Get out!" Well, I tell you, I was STEAMED! He could have been civil and said that he really needed to see ID. I would not have been pleased, but I would have gotten it. Perhaps even in this circumstance I overreacted. I stormed out of the pool area, snatched my towel, stomped across the parking lot in the cold rain (in only my bathing suit and, now, my soaking wet towel), threw my stuff around in my room until I found my drivers' license, stopped in to tell the other girls to bring their IDs with them, and stormed back over to the pool and got back into the hot tub. The guy never came back over, but I so would have loved to shove that in his face. In that respect, it's probably good that he did not come back. I wrote an email of complaint to the hotel today. I'm curious to see if they will do anything. I'll keep you posted.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Sometimes I read other blogs and I think to myself, 'why can't I write excellent blog-things like that?' And I get in the mood to try. Whether I succeed is up for debate. It seems to me that a successful blog must have at least five readers, which I am fairly certain that I do not. I could be wrong, of course. I read enough random people's blogs to realize the chance that someone random may read mine. But it is probably conceited to consider that my ramblings are interesting enough to capture the attention of someone who does not already know me. I suppose, though, that all blogs are really written with the hope that someone who would not already know the blogger's opinions and circumstances will read the blogger's blog and be inspired to think about something in at least a slightly different light. Public platforms are more readily available at this point in time than ever before, but luck is much more necessary than ever before in gaining an audience.
I followed someone I know home from work today on the highway. Not purposely, of course. I just happened to be behind their car. Actually, it was the person's dad who was driving the car. But that is beside the point. I drove home in the rain with my instrumental music playing thinking, once again, about graduation and change and all that crap. I started thinking about this person and how many times I had been in that car- that I was now following- on the way to youth group and whatnot and all the great conversations that hey and I and several others used to have and how hey used to make me laugh and how I never even speak to hem anymore. And I sighed a profound sigh and got off at the proper exit and promptly forgot about it until this, the time of day when I pull random thoughts out of my head and parrot them off for my pseudo-audience to read (or perhaps just for myself).
I like to go up to Panera and drink tea or coffee and type. But I have had to give up blogging there, unless it is simply typing. For whatever reason, I cannot connect to Blogger there. I can also not send emails. I can receive, but not send. If anyone knows why this is and can tell me how to fix it, I would be forever in heir debt.
I hate it when I get really motivated to write something and then get distracted and lose all desire to work on it.
Something does not become officially mine until their is a pen mark on it. My sheets and my pillowcases are covered in little pen dots and lines that fade with washings, but never go away. When I was younger I wrote messages on my walls, which are now scrubbed and painted over. I usually have pen marks on my hands and sometimes on my clothes. Even my computer has a pen mark on it. There is a little dot on the button of my trackpad that found its way there only two days after I got the computer. I saw it, and I laughed.
Fact about myself that you maybe did not know: I very rarely take steps one at a time. At my house I always get a running start and go up them two or three at a time. Other places (such as church and the mall) I take them two at a time in a very dignified manner. Of course, when I really have to be dignified I walk up steps normally, but bounding is so much more fun.
And that is all for today's edition of Randomness Theatre. Tune in next week for more enjoyable unpredictability and pretentious spelling mishaps.
An afterthought: I find it a bit ironic that Blogger's dictionary does not have the word 'blog' in it.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Today's money system is weird when you think about it. I work two or three days a week selling chicken. Every two weeks I get a piece of paper with some numbers on it. I go to the bank and give them the piece of paper. Then I go home and sign on to my online banking account. I see the numbers in my two accounts. I need to pay a bill, so I click on the numbers in my savings account and move some of it to my checking account. Now there is a bigger number in my checking account and a smaller number in my savings account. I then type some more numbers, click send, and the number in my checking account is smaller too. But now the Computer People won't come after me because I sent them Numbers to appease them.
Never mind, I don't want to share that thought.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
rambling... what else?
That was all pretty pointless.Â Really I just wanted to say the word Dufflepuds.Â I was reading Dawn Treader to Lisa earlier and I've had the word stuck in my head ever since.Â Dufflepuds.Â Hehe.
Something I don't like about iChat: I always forget when I have an away message up.Â It's not a nice big box like on AIM, just a tiny red dot (as opposed to a green dot, which means I'm available).
My socks are developing holes.Â This probably has a lot to do with the fact that I like to run down the stairs and slide across the hard wood floor.Â It's quite difficult to choose between having whole socks or enjoying the thrill of floor-sliding.Â Â
I get to sleep late tomorrow, so I think I shall go read for a bit. I'm nearly finished with The Phantom of the Opera. The book is SO much better than the movie (but then, when have I ever not said that?) More on that topic later. I'm off to enjoy staying up late.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Two months, 19 days, but who's counting?
I also have to choose a song to be played before the ceremony. That's going to be difficult. And I have to decide which violin piece to perform. At least that choice is more limited than the former.
Graduation is breathing down my neck all of a sudden. Oi.