penny stamps, spelling tests, and castle ridge park
friends, family, neighbors, suitemates. hello. how are
you?
sorry that sounded like a funeral. or a wedding. either way, apologies.
i guess i haven't written in here in six years. that's weird, because i go to school for writing and you'd think that writing random thoughts in here would be a good release of thought. speaking of random thoughts...
- iTunes: last night, iTunes offered me an update, which i graciously accepted. if we consider the dialog box that says "there's an update for iTunes!" split ends, then ordinarily, accepting an update from iTunes is rather like getting your hair trimmed. the split ends are gone, but no overall change in appearance or function. but tonight, they pulled out all the stops! it looks different! a noticable change! excellent.
- howard enders: is perhaps, my hero. his hero status in my mind is largely based on the fact that he is old and therefore he says things that only very old men can say. old men tend to recall what was most likely at the time a very small occurance in their lives and turn it into a major life/learning experience. for example, last week, howard talked about making judgements about the intellegence folks harbor just by looking at them. his example for this was, [i'll have to paraphrase here] "when i was young, i collected stamps. every week i would walk to the post office with a ten dollar bill and buy as many stamps as i could. that's a lot of stamps. so one day i'm standing in line and i'm behind this kid a lot younger than me, and he's buying stamps with pennies. pennies, and i had a ten dollar bill! well he was taking forever, so i cut in and said, 'i'm sorry to interrupt, but-' and the clerk cut me off and said 'well, you are interrupting.' well, wasn't that a wakeup call for me! who was i to think that i was any better than that kid?" and so was the story of how howard enders was humbled and taught not to judge intellegence based on appearance. so you see, what he did there was he totally turned a small afternoon from his young life into this big turning point of mindset.
- but that's not the true reason that i wanted to mention howard's awesomeness: he doesn't just tell profound-moment old man stories. he's also really old and therefore funny. we have to sit directly next to him when we read our short stories aloud to the class, because he has a hearing aid and he can't hear us if we sit anywhere else in the room (he actually said that he has trouble hearing the frequency of female voices at all, unless, and i quote, "it's intimate")... after we read my piece, he was talking to someone across the room from him (we sit in a circle) and went to speak to me, but couldn't find me. confused, he looked around - apparently having forgotten his own policy of us having to sit next to him when we read. after saying under his breath, "where'd you go...?" his neck guided his head to the seat next to him, and then he exclaimed, "oh! there you are!"
- pouring rain: it is, outside. tara and i just walked from the hub to here and the icy drops of wet falling from the sky impolitely permeated our clothing... and so now i am wearing the warmest sweatpants in the world. and my castle ridge sweatshirt. yeah, that's right... 1991 vintage.
-hammocks: sometime two weeks ago, hammocks started springing up around campus. for me, this makes it feel even more like we live in this little community of people who all share things. that's cool. but, these hammocks have posed a sort-of problem for one of my dearest friends. for helayna, seeing the hammocks was love at first sight in every sense of the phrase. in between classes, she is sure to spend quality time with a hammock. every time she sees them, she gets a sparkle in her eye. she falls asleep at night talking about the hammocks and how much she loves them. totally in love. this is quite reminiscent of the love she expressed for the library last year. she was spending like 10 hours a day in the library - it was bordering on obsession. well, they broke up... but now she's spending all this time hanging out with the hammocks. not to mention, the hammocks are right outside the library! i guess this is what happens when inanimate objects stop being polite and start getting real. (by the way, that picture is one that helayna lovingly took.)
- disney world: i miss that place.
- the ghost in our suite: i can't remember if i've mentioned this before, but our suite is haunted. i like to think that we're just kidding about that... but the thing is, sometimes i'll be in the bathroom at night when everyone else is in bed and i'll hear a little noise out in the common room. i'll automatically tell myself that it's really just one of my suitemates getting something. that makes me feel better, and then my inner-monologue goes something like this: "well maybe it's the ghost! [that was said in a sarcastic "ghosts don't exist" tone] oh shit. but what if it IS the ghost. shit. that's going to suck when it's really a ghost. i don't even think there's really a ghost, so it's going to SUCK when i come out of this shower and see a dead girl standing there. stupid transparent dead girl. i don't want to see a ghost. jesus christ." then i run into my bedroom and close the door quickly.
- spellcheck: do you remember when we were younger and actually had to look up words in dictionaries if we didn't know how to spell them? and then for a while if i was typing something on, say, livejournal, and i didn't know how to spell it - i'd go to encarta.com or dictionary.com and look it up there. now, i can't even take the time to do that! i open up microsoft word and type it in there, and if there's a red squigly i right-click and chose the right spelling. it's gotten to the point where there are words that i don't even know how to spell anymore because when i am typing in microsoft word, it'll just automatically fix it for me! absolutely ridiculous!
- by the way: i hate when people spell tomorrow wrong. tomarrow? please. that was a spelling word back when i still got recess. tom-or-row. not hard.
- sorry for the agression towards tomorrow-speller-challenged people. it's just always been something that drove me crazy.
- i'm listening to split-screen sadness right now: shout out to you, randie.
okay, i think i'll go now. i have a paper to write. party!
sorry that sounded like a funeral. or a wedding. either way, apologies.
i guess i haven't written in here in six years. that's weird, because i go to school for writing and you'd think that writing random thoughts in here would be a good release of thought. speaking of random thoughts...
- iTunes: last night, iTunes offered me an update, which i graciously accepted. if we consider the dialog box that says "there's an update for iTunes!" split ends, then ordinarily, accepting an update from iTunes is rather like getting your hair trimmed. the split ends are gone, but no overall change in appearance or function. but tonight, they pulled out all the stops! it looks different! a noticable change! excellent.
- howard enders: is perhaps, my hero. his hero status in my mind is largely based on the fact that he is old and therefore he says things that only very old men can say. old men tend to recall what was most likely at the time a very small occurance in their lives and turn it into a major life/learning experience. for example, last week, howard talked about making judgements about the intellegence folks harbor just by looking at them. his example for this was, [i'll have to paraphrase here] "when i was young, i collected stamps. every week i would walk to the post office with a ten dollar bill and buy as many stamps as i could. that's a lot of stamps. so one day i'm standing in line and i'm behind this kid a lot younger than me, and he's buying stamps with pennies. pennies, and i had a ten dollar bill! well he was taking forever, so i cut in and said, 'i'm sorry to interrupt, but-' and the clerk cut me off and said 'well, you are interrupting.' well, wasn't that a wakeup call for me! who was i to think that i was any better than that kid?" and so was the story of how howard enders was humbled and taught not to judge intellegence based on appearance. so you see, what he did there was he totally turned a small afternoon from his young life into this big turning point of mindset.
- but that's not the true reason that i wanted to mention howard's awesomeness: he doesn't just tell profound-moment old man stories. he's also really old and therefore funny. we have to sit directly next to him when we read our short stories aloud to the class, because he has a hearing aid and he can't hear us if we sit anywhere else in the room (he actually said that he has trouble hearing the frequency of female voices at all, unless, and i quote, "it's intimate")... after we read my piece, he was talking to someone across the room from him (we sit in a circle) and went to speak to me, but couldn't find me. confused, he looked around - apparently having forgotten his own policy of us having to sit next to him when we read. after saying under his breath, "where'd you go...?" his neck guided his head to the seat next to him, and then he exclaimed, "oh! there you are!"
- pouring rain: it is, outside. tara and i just walked from the hub to here and the icy drops of wet falling from the sky impolitely permeated our clothing... and so now i am wearing the warmest sweatpants in the world. and my castle ridge sweatshirt. yeah, that's right... 1991 vintage.
-hammocks: sometime two weeks ago, hammocks started springing up around campus. for me, this makes it feel even more like we live in this little community of people who all share things. that's cool. but, these hammocks have posed a sort-of problem for one of my dearest friends. for helayna, seeing the hammocks was love at first sight in every sense of the phrase. in between classes, she is sure to spend quality time with a hammock. every time she sees them, she gets a sparkle in her eye. she falls asleep at night talking about the hammocks and how much she loves them. totally in love. this is quite reminiscent of the love she expressed for the library last year. she was spending like 10 hours a day in the library - it was bordering on obsession. well, they broke up... but now she's spending all this time hanging out with the hammocks. not to mention, the hammocks are right outside the library! i guess this is what happens when inanimate objects stop being polite and start getting real. (by the way, that picture is one that helayna lovingly took.)
- disney world: i miss that place.
- the ghost in our suite: i can't remember if i've mentioned this before, but our suite is haunted. i like to think that we're just kidding about that... but the thing is, sometimes i'll be in the bathroom at night when everyone else is in bed and i'll hear a little noise out in the common room. i'll automatically tell myself that it's really just one of my suitemates getting something. that makes me feel better, and then my inner-monologue goes something like this: "well maybe it's the ghost! [that was said in a sarcastic "ghosts don't exist" tone] oh shit. but what if it IS the ghost. shit. that's going to suck when it's really a ghost. i don't even think there's really a ghost, so it's going to SUCK when i come out of this shower and see a dead girl standing there. stupid transparent dead girl. i don't want to see a ghost. jesus christ." then i run into my bedroom and close the door quickly.
- spellcheck: do you remember when we were younger and actually had to look up words in dictionaries if we didn't know how to spell them? and then for a while if i was typing something on, say, livejournal, and i didn't know how to spell it - i'd go to encarta.com or dictionary.com and look it up there. now, i can't even take the time to do that! i open up microsoft word and type it in there, and if there's a red squigly i right-click and chose the right spelling. it's gotten to the point where there are words that i don't even know how to spell anymore because when i am typing in microsoft word, it'll just automatically fix it for me! absolutely ridiculous!
- by the way: i hate when people spell tomorrow wrong. tomarrow? please. that was a spelling word back when i still got recess. tom-or-row. not hard.
- sorry for the agression towards tomorrow-speller-challenged people. it's just always been something that drove me crazy.
- i'm listening to split-screen sadness right now: shout out to you, randie.
okay, i think i'll go now. i have a paper to write. party!