Wordy Me
It is raining violently outside, and I don't feel like venturing out of the campus center. Since I don't have any homework on me, I thought I'd write a post.
I just got out of a Student Senate meeting, and it was not quite as boring as previous weeks, which was a change for the better. We had a little snafu when our SS President left school (due to a drug scandal...!), and the vice couldn't step in due to student teaching responsibilities. The last couple of weeks were spent entirely on slogging through the process of ammending the constitution so that we can elect a president faster. I have no voting rights as senator for Green Alfred, because each club needs to have been together for a year, which is frustrating. So I sit through meetings so that the club gets its funding. I'm learning a little about the senate process, in between bouts of crippling boredom.
Anyway, tonight we actually elected the president, and I was able to vote on that. We also elected a committee to interview the applicants for the Student Senate E-Board position of Diversity Director. These were both fun procedures, because they did not involve arguing about the constitution, and I got to watch the candidates speak about important issues and answer questions. For some reason, I love listening to young people speak in front of crowds while under pressure. Perhaps because even the thought of it scares mis pantalones off.
I liked both the presidential candidates, but I liked Ann (who lived on my hall last year) best. I thought she had better presence and clearer plans for Senate, and she's also been more involved in Senate. Ah well. The guy who was elected seems alright. He is intelligent, slightly hunky, kind... but he doesn't express himself well. He actually said something was "more easier", at one point.
Holly and Sandra write nearly every other entry about something to do with food, and I'm feeling a little left out, so I'm going to descibe the salad I made a couple of weeks ago at home. I told Holly about it already, and she strongly dislikes two of the main ingredients, so she wasn't the best audience. Hehe. The salad was one I found a recipe for in a magazine. It consisted of baby greens and mint leaves with watermelon chunks, orange wheels, thinly-sliced fennel bulb (deliciously crisp with delicate licorice flavor), and cotija cheese, which is similar to feta, but not as agressively salty. The dressing was orange juice and zest, olive oil, crushed mint, grated ginger, salt and pepper. It was INCREDIBLE. I mean it.
Zack and I are heading off to Open Mic Night at the Terra Cotta later. The Terra Cotta is like Java's, only tiny. Several of our friends play and sing regularly, so it's a good time. Holly and Sand, there's this one guy there who I know you two would be eyeballing eight times a minute. He looks like a cross between TLS and a tall, doe-eyed, clean-scrubbed blonde boy. And he has the whole pathos thing going; he's been wearing a neck brace lately due to an injury.
This afternoon Laura and I got it into our heads that we were going to watch Shakespeare in Love. It is not in the library, but our one Brit Lit professor, Dr. Mayberry, had mentioned in class that she owns it. We went to see her during her office hours, but she was mysteriously absent. We stood around for a bit, and eventually Dr. Grove, the other Brit Lit prof, wandered by, sipping a smoothie, and asked what we were up to. We explained the situation, and he sauntered into Mayberry's office and rooted through her movies. Then he handed it to me, saying, "I'll tell her you borrowed it, and I'll take any flak. Enjoy!"
I am trying my hardest not to develop a crush on Dr. Grove. He is quite the rakish one, but he's happily married to the director of the Women's Leadership Center, and it would be a terribly awkward situation.
The English building feels like a Hollywood hotel to me-- all the stars dwell there. There is something about the English faculty here. They are all fascinating and brillant, and probably the best-looking profs on campus. I'm minoring in English just to keep taking classes with them.
So we watched Shakespeare in Love, rejoiced in our new-found understanding of all the Shakespearean jokes and banter, and thoroughly enjoyed all the delightful sex that was over our heads when we first watched it at age twelve. And I once thought Joseph Fiennes was ugly and had eyes that were too close together...
Ohh, it's almost 10:30. That's when Trevor is playing. I'd better go. Raspberry chai latte, here I come!
I just got out of a Student Senate meeting, and it was not quite as boring as previous weeks, which was a change for the better. We had a little snafu when our SS President left school (due to a drug scandal...!), and the vice couldn't step in due to student teaching responsibilities. The last couple of weeks were spent entirely on slogging through the process of ammending the constitution so that we can elect a president faster. I have no voting rights as senator for Green Alfred, because each club needs to have been together for a year, which is frustrating. So I sit through meetings so that the club gets its funding. I'm learning a little about the senate process, in between bouts of crippling boredom.
Anyway, tonight we actually elected the president, and I was able to vote on that. We also elected a committee to interview the applicants for the Student Senate E-Board position of Diversity Director. These were both fun procedures, because they did not involve arguing about the constitution, and I got to watch the candidates speak about important issues and answer questions. For some reason, I love listening to young people speak in front of crowds while under pressure. Perhaps because even the thought of it scares mis pantalones off.
I liked both the presidential candidates, but I liked Ann (who lived on my hall last year) best. I thought she had better presence and clearer plans for Senate, and she's also been more involved in Senate. Ah well. The guy who was elected seems alright. He is intelligent, slightly hunky, kind... but he doesn't express himself well. He actually said something was "more easier", at one point.
Holly and Sandra write nearly every other entry about something to do with food, and I'm feeling a little left out, so I'm going to descibe the salad I made a couple of weeks ago at home. I told Holly about it already, and she strongly dislikes two of the main ingredients, so she wasn't the best audience. Hehe. The salad was one I found a recipe for in a magazine. It consisted of baby greens and mint leaves with watermelon chunks, orange wheels, thinly-sliced fennel bulb (deliciously crisp with delicate licorice flavor), and cotija cheese, which is similar to feta, but not as agressively salty. The dressing was orange juice and zest, olive oil, crushed mint, grated ginger, salt and pepper. It was INCREDIBLE. I mean it.
Zack and I are heading off to Open Mic Night at the Terra Cotta later. The Terra Cotta is like Java's, only tiny. Several of our friends play and sing regularly, so it's a good time. Holly and Sand, there's this one guy there who I know you two would be eyeballing eight times a minute. He looks like a cross between TLS and a tall, doe-eyed, clean-scrubbed blonde boy. And he has the whole pathos thing going; he's been wearing a neck brace lately due to an injury.
This afternoon Laura and I got it into our heads that we were going to watch Shakespeare in Love. It is not in the library, but our one Brit Lit professor, Dr. Mayberry, had mentioned in class that she owns it. We went to see her during her office hours, but she was mysteriously absent. We stood around for a bit, and eventually Dr. Grove, the other Brit Lit prof, wandered by, sipping a smoothie, and asked what we were up to. We explained the situation, and he sauntered into Mayberry's office and rooted through her movies. Then he handed it to me, saying, "I'll tell her you borrowed it, and I'll take any flak. Enjoy!"
I am trying my hardest not to develop a crush on Dr. Grove. He is quite the rakish one, but he's happily married to the director of the Women's Leadership Center, and it would be a terribly awkward situation.
The English building feels like a Hollywood hotel to me-- all the stars dwell there. There is something about the English faculty here. They are all fascinating and brillant, and probably the best-looking profs on campus. I'm minoring in English just to keep taking classes with them.
So we watched Shakespeare in Love, rejoiced in our new-found understanding of all the Shakespearean jokes and banter, and thoroughly enjoyed all the delightful sex that was over our heads when we first watched it at age twelve. And I once thought Joseph Fiennes was ugly and had eyes that were too close together...
Ohh, it's almost 10:30. That's when Trevor is playing. I'd better go. Raspberry chai latte, here I come!