(i didn't make it, i just found it on google image.)
Sunday, October 30, 2005
good morning!
And welcome to the end of Daylight Savings. Oh, it is a glorious end... One extra hour in which to sleep and fully prepare for the day. It would be nice to always have an extra hour in the day, but I suppose that once it got to be a norm, it wouldn't be as nice as if it were every once-in-a-while. The downfall to the end of daylight savings is that we aren't saving the daylight and therefore it gets darker earlier. In the winter, it's hard for me to fathom that it stays light so late in the summertime. I forget what summer is like and feel like winter is going on forever. But I know that summer will eventually come. And with winter comes bundling up and snow! That is going to be fun.
Oh boy. I never have anything to talk about. I'm becoming boring.
My schedule's going to be slightly harder next semester, I think. I'm going to have to register while at Windy Gap and hopefully too much won't go wrong.
Umm, Purple pens are amazing! I love them so much!
Yeah. I got nothin.
Oh boy. I never have anything to talk about. I'm becoming boring.
My schedule's going to be slightly harder next semester, I think. I'm going to have to register while at Windy Gap and hopefully too much won't go wrong.
Umm, Purple pens are amazing! I love them so much!
Yeah. I got nothin.
Friday, October 28, 2005
a forward, but hauntingly close to home
TO ALL THE TRUE CAMP PEOPLE OUT THERE: YOU KNOW YOU'RE A CAMP "LIFER" IF.
Abnormality is a compliment.
ACA standards are met religiously.
All your coworkers could be clinically classified as either pyromaniacs,
multiple personalities, or obsessive compulsive.
Being at home makes you homesick.
Dressing up only involves slightly cleaner clothes.
Everything you have has your initials on it.
It's socially acceptable to cry in front of your boss.
Most of your stories start with "and then there was this one time, at
camp..."
On the job training includes "the Cup Game."
Peanut butter is its own food group.
Sandal/watch tan lines are a competition.
Screaming and running at the same time is a coveted skill.
Sharpies and duct tape are worth more than gold.
The following letters make sense: JC, CIT, ACA, AED, CPR, and WSI.
Using logic could get you in trouble.
Water cures all ills.
Camp has been over for 22 minutes, and you're already thinking about next
summer.
You are convinced that there is no way you can date someone who is not a
camp guy/girl, because no one else really understands.
You can burst into song about anything.
You can make anything out of duct tape, including band-aids.
You can make up a song about anything.
You can shampoo, wash, and shave your legs, etc in less than 5 minutes.
You can think of 50 ways to use a bandanna off the top of your head.
You can walk the woodsy paths at night without a flashlight.
You feel naked without a Walkie-Talkie strapped to your body.
You cell phone bill in the summer is very small because of reception issues.
You don't think non-camp people can understand your summer job.
You've made friends with the "office people" or the camp nurse just so you
have a place to hang out.
You eat ketchup with everything.
You ever wonder why camp people give the best hugs.
You go to college just to fill time between summers.
You have a camp set of clothes.
You have a collection of outfits for theme weeks.
You have about 20 mosquito bites in 1 square inch of skin.
You have an entire volume of camp-friendly mixed CDs.
You have ever tried to dance inside a moving vehicle.
You don't do this for the money - and you mean it.
You have no clue what's on TV until mid-September, cause you never watch it
at camp.
You have to routinely prevent yourself from shouting, "walk, please!" or
"where's your buddy?" at random kids at the mall/at the grocery store/etc.
You know all 753 1/2 verses of "Boom-Chica Boom."
You know exactly how to get to camp from home by car, boat, plane or any
other means of transportation.
You know that laughter, hiccups, sneezes, itching, and yawns are contagious.
You can be blindfolded and lost in a remote location - and you'll still know
exactly how to get to camp.
You were disappointed to find that you cant major in "camp."
You never refuse free food.
You refer to your campers as YOUR kids.
You relate better to people 10 years younger or 10 years older than you than
to your actual age group.
You save anything and everything campers have ever made for you.
You still enjoy the same songs you did at 5 years old.
You value the friendship bracelet you got at carnival last summer more than
any other piece of jewelry.
You write song parodies for fun.
Your "real-world" friends have ever limited you to only 5 camp stories a
day.
Your barter system relies on hugs, backrubs, and chocolate exchanges.
Your car won't start until all seatbelts are buckled.
Your closer with your coworkers than with your own family.
You long for bug juice in winter.
Your friends know you're never home from June till September.
Your idea of a good song starts with the words "This is a repeat after me
song."
Your primary method of diplomatic resolution is rock, paper, and scissors.
Your tan lines are also your dirt lines.
Your teachers know you as a camp person.
Your voice quality at the end of the week is inversely proportionate to how
good it was.
Your water bottle and windbreaker are as essential as your underwear.
Your year only has two seasons. (Summer and Non-summer)
You've ever given up time off to comfort a crying camper.
You've ever had to read a policy on bathroom usage.
You've ever written a paper about camp for a class.
You refer to all your friends as "dude" even though you live no where near
the west coast.
You've used your frozen Nalgene as an icepack.
You've written down the camp address instead of your own.
You know exactly who you're going to pass this email onto...
Abnormality is a compliment.
ACA standards are met religiously.
All your coworkers could be clinically classified as either pyromaniacs,
multiple personalities, or obsessive compulsive.
Being at home makes you homesick.
Dressing up only involves slightly cleaner clothes.
Everything you have has your initials on it.
It's socially acceptable to cry in front of your boss.
Most of your stories start with "and then there was this one time, at
camp..."
On the job training includes "the Cup Game."
Peanut butter is its own food group.
Sandal/watch tan lines are a competition.
Screaming and running at the same time is a coveted skill.
Sharpies and duct tape are worth more than gold.
The following letters make sense: JC, CIT, ACA, AED, CPR, and WSI.
Using logic could get you in trouble.
Water cures all ills.
Camp has been over for 22 minutes, and you're already thinking about next
summer.
You are convinced that there is no way you can date someone who is not a
camp guy/girl, because no one else really understands.
You can burst into song about anything.
You can make anything out of duct tape, including band-aids.
You can make up a song about anything.
You can shampoo, wash, and shave your legs, etc in less than 5 minutes.
You can think of 50 ways to use a bandanna off the top of your head.
You can walk the woodsy paths at night without a flashlight.
You feel naked without a Walkie-Talkie strapped to your body.
You cell phone bill in the summer is very small because of reception issues.
You don't think non-camp people can understand your summer job.
You've made friends with the "office people" or the camp nurse just so you
have a place to hang out.
You eat ketchup with everything.
You ever wonder why camp people give the best hugs.
You go to college just to fill time between summers.
You have a camp set of clothes.
You have a collection of outfits for theme weeks.
You have about 20 mosquito bites in 1 square inch of skin.
You have an entire volume of camp-friendly mixed CDs.
You have ever tried to dance inside a moving vehicle.
You don't do this for the money - and you mean it.
You have no clue what's on TV until mid-September, cause you never watch it
at camp.
You have to routinely prevent yourself from shouting, "walk, please!" or
"where's your buddy?" at random kids at the mall/at the grocery store/etc.
You know all 753 1/2 verses of "Boom-Chica Boom."
You know exactly how to get to camp from home by car, boat, plane or any
other means of transportation.
You know that laughter, hiccups, sneezes, itching, and yawns are contagious.
You can be blindfolded and lost in a remote location - and you'll still know
exactly how to get to camp.
You were disappointed to find that you cant major in "camp."
You never refuse free food.
You refer to your campers as YOUR kids.
You relate better to people 10 years younger or 10 years older than you than
to your actual age group.
You save anything and everything campers have ever made for you.
You still enjoy the same songs you did at 5 years old.
You value the friendship bracelet you got at carnival last summer more than
any other piece of jewelry.
You write song parodies for fun.
Your "real-world" friends have ever limited you to only 5 camp stories a
day.
Your barter system relies on hugs, backrubs, and chocolate exchanges.
Your car won't start until all seatbelts are buckled.
Your closer with your coworkers than with your own family.
You long for bug juice in winter.
Your friends know you're never home from June till September.
Your idea of a good song starts with the words "This is a repeat after me
song."
Your primary method of diplomatic resolution is rock, paper, and scissors.
Your tan lines are also your dirt lines.
Your teachers know you as a camp person.
Your voice quality at the end of the week is inversely proportionate to how
good it was.
Your water bottle and windbreaker are as essential as your underwear.
Your year only has two seasons. (Summer and Non-summer)
You've ever given up time off to comfort a crying camper.
You've ever had to read a policy on bathroom usage.
You've ever written a paper about camp for a class.
You refer to all your friends as "dude" even though you live no where near
the west coast.
You've used your frozen Nalgene as an icepack.
You've written down the camp address instead of your own.
You know exactly who you're going to pass this email onto...
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
i love fall!!!
Today was an absolutely gorgeous day. All random bad thoughts and insecurities and lonliness flew out of my head and I was able to just exist in this beautiful world that God intended for us to enjoy. My mind had been so cluttered and negative and hormonally depressed, but going to bed early and falling asleep to Mulan was the beginning of the remedy. I was able to wake up on my own before my alarm (one of life's simple joys), take a shower and take my time getting ready while listening to Nichole Nordeman. It made me feel happy, and I forgot the depressing thoughts. Then I went to church, my mood brightened even more by the lovely weather. The church service was good, too. I love the Summit. I want to try other places, too, but I'm liking the Summit so far. It's a good mix of contemporary and traditional, and the preacher is really good. And a lot of people from Carolina go, whom I've seen at Crusade and Young Life and just around campus. Anyway, the service brought my focus back to where it should've been before. It sounds a bit weird, but it's true. After church and lunch with Liley and Erika, I went and did my homework out on the E-haus lawn. It was so beautiful, though, that all I wanted to do was sleep. So I took a mini nap. And was just happy. So now I'm in the midst of procrastinating my homework, but I don't feel so overwhelmed with work. My room is clean and I've been listening to good music all day (which puts me in the greatest of moods), and Grey's Anatomy is on tonight. Good TV shows make my day. So, basically, this weekend was like a mini rollercoaster, with a good end. I got to see Paige and I got to see Elizabethtown (which was quite good) and I got to relax on Sunday, and I get to go home for a much needed Fall Break on Wednesday! Ok, enough procrastination. Time to get down to business.
p.s.-- while at Late Night with Roy on Friday, I realized how much school spirit I actually have. It's almost ridiculous-- I was really sad that I wasn't here last year. I miss Jawad and Sean and Rashad. (i don't remember the other guys, haha) And even though we might be bad this year, I'm still looking forward to going to the games and cheering for UNC. Oh, and Tyler Hansbrough is my favorite player. (Casey's too, we like the tall, basketball-playing type, hehe)
p.s.-- while at Late Night with Roy on Friday, I realized how much school spirit I actually have. It's almost ridiculous-- I was really sad that I wasn't here last year. I miss Jawad and Sean and Rashad. (i don't remember the other guys, haha) And even though we might be bad this year, I'm still looking forward to going to the games and cheering for UNC. Oh, and Tyler Hansbrough is my favorite player. (Casey's too, we like the tall, basketball-playing type, hehe)
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Sunday, October 09, 2005
and i'm back
After a long and fun weekend at home, I'm faced with the reality of too much homework and a week of school ahead. Eh, whatever. It should be fun.
My sony handycam is the most fun thing there ever was. It's fun to just break it out and start taping in a random place to catch fun and funny hangout moments. I broke it out this weekend and captured some hilarious stuff at Tay Ray Pony's house. A fun time was had by all.
Ugggh I was trying to post so I would have an excuse to be putting off my mounds of homework, but it's not working so well. I have a cold so I cough a lot. It's not so much fun. It's cold here in Chapel Hill. I want to be wearing slippers. I brought some home, so it's a definite possibility. Enough random sentences. Off to work. Uggghhh.
My sony handycam is the most fun thing there ever was. It's fun to just break it out and start taping in a random place to catch fun and funny hangout moments. I broke it out this weekend and captured some hilarious stuff at Tay Ray Pony's house. A fun time was had by all.
Ugggh I was trying to post so I would have an excuse to be putting off my mounds of homework, but it's not working so well. I have a cold so I cough a lot. It's not so much fun. It's cold here in Chapel Hill. I want to be wearing slippers. I brought some home, so it's a definite possibility. Enough random sentences. Off to work. Uggghhh.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
i'm a dweeeeeeeeb. total dweeb. i'm typing this post lying on the floor of what used to be Jill's room next to a bed piled high with clothes that i left behind and right now i'm lying literally face down in the carpet with my hands outstretched to reach the keyboard to type this randomness even though i can't see what i'm typing and have to lift my head every time i think i've made a mistake so i can correct it. so, yeah. it's funny for things to be different yet the same. our friends' hangout style is the same but we all have new styes with new people that are all diffferent from each other. also, hanging out at college is so much easier because everyone's within a short distance of each other. going somewhere in MA requires driving and therefore some higher degree of planning and it crushes some of the spontaneity of it all. i do love seeing old friends, though. it was funnnn. i love them. i'm like falling asleep on the floor right now. this is quite a comfortable position, actually. i wouldn't mind sleeping like this. maybe it's because i'm so dang tired. why am i still up if i'm so tired? seriously. i don't make any sense. typing is so much more fun when you are lying down. i feel like nothing is coming out like i want it to, but then it miraculously is spelled right on the screen. i mean, i guess we don't really look at our hands much when we type anyway, or at least i don't. my jacket smells like smoke from copollas. poo on smokey restaurants. second-hand smoke kills. it's true. i think this typing while tired and on the floor thing allows for my thoughts to flow more freely and things that i would normally cancel out of my blogging part of my brain are coming out onto the screen. silly thoughts.
change. i want some things to change. i welcome it with open arms, but just enough change. other things i want to stay the same forever. i wish i could know when things are going to change if they ever will. but that's the thing-- i can't control it and i need to relinquish my control or my thought that i could have control. my thoughts run rampant but my actions rarely reflect what i wish was happening. i can't change what's happening. but i pray that it will and that it will be a very happy and wondeful change.
wow. i realllly don't make sense. silly me.
xoxo, loves. that's all for the latenight post from the floor.
change. i want some things to change. i welcome it with open arms, but just enough change. other things i want to stay the same forever. i wish i could know when things are going to change if they ever will. but that's the thing-- i can't control it and i need to relinquish my control or my thought that i could have control. my thoughts run rampant but my actions rarely reflect what i wish was happening. i can't change what's happening. but i pray that it will and that it will be a very happy and wondeful change.
wow. i realllly don't make sense. silly me.
xoxo, loves. that's all for the latenight post from the floor.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
it's cold outside cause it's october
Dag, Oprah is getting serious. She gave a very impassioned speech today on her show about how they need to rise up in the streets to convict child molestors. And she has a new, less homey-looking set. She likes to be serious.
And I like to procrastinate. I'll keep doing it until it burns me, but it hasn't burned me yet so I'm good.. I have to be doing a chem lab today but I'm going to wait until after YL and go to the library. But I'm really pumped about going to the library this time. I get work done there and I forget there's an outside world. My dorm room is sooooo the wrong place to try and do work. I get too distracted and my posture gets bad and I just generally don't like it. So Library, here I come!
I played Frisbee golf with YL boys on Friday. I'll tell you why it was funny. Reason #1: It's just for boys. And I'm a girl. Which really isn't that bad, because the rule isn't set in stone and I was bored and it's YL people who are easygoing anyway. Reason #2: It's for boys who are good at frisbee. I'm not good at frisbee. When I try to throw it, it never goes the direction I want it to. Reason #4: It's for boys who are good at frisbee and therefore have their own frisbees that they have especially picked for their goodness at frisbee golf. I had a dinky frisbee that I got from the California Museum of Science. So I was embarassed to show them my frisbee. Reason #5: None of the boys were freshmen from College Life. They were all upperclassmen who were already leaders and had been playing Frisbee on fridays for a while. There was some senior in high school there, but he was good and a boy and had a good frisbee. I sat it out on the first round because I didn't feel comfortable enough, but then finally started playing at about the 3rd hole during the second round, after drawing much attention to the fact that I was insecure and nervous. They were like "honestly, what's there to be nervous about?" They encouraged me and gave me pointers, so I didn't feel so insecure towards the end. Now all that lingers is the embarassment of the awkwardness of it all. I mean, I don't even know if they sensed the awkwradness. I've rationalized that the more awkward situations I go into and come out of relatively unharmed, the more I'll learn how to deal with them in future situations. It would've been totally awkward if I hadn't have even attempted to play. So it was only halfway awkward, because I sat it out at first. This situation haunts me because last night I had a dream that I was shopping for frisbees and couldn't find a good one. It was a stressful dream, for sure. I woke up feeling insecure but I'd forgotten the dream, so I worked to remember it so I would understand the random insecure feeling. So, yeah. It makes me laugh. I need another YL experience to cancel the awkwardness of this last experience out. And that would be tonight. Hey, I'm a funny girl-- I can joke my way out of many weird situations. Yay!!
Oh boy. I'm going home this weekend. I told myself I would wait until Fall Break, but I'm not going to give up a chance to see my big brother! That would be silly. I miss Will, and the family is going to see him on Saturday (if everything works out as planned), and MA people are coming from here to there this weekend, so it all works out very well. I also don't have a big test (that I can think of) that I would be studying for anyway. So, yeah. It's hard for me to look forward to things past big tests. Like I look forward to fall break, but I also can't relax until after my Enst 35 midterm the Wednesday of fall break. And I can't look forward to Christmas without realizing that I will be completely done with this semester (and all the exams and such that that entails).
bloggity blog blog bloggggg. I like writing in my blog but I forget sometimes.
yay for sweatpants and t-shirts weather! my favvoorritteee. I'm such a bum in the winter and I love it. yayyy!!!
i'm in an oddly good mood, considering my current workload. hah. life is funny like that sometimes.
in conclusion, my favorite part of anchorman is when ron's in the glass case of emotion. and when he's on the phone to ed and tells him that he's always been a good friend.
in for real conclusion, the human torch was denied a bankloan.
And I like to procrastinate. I'll keep doing it until it burns me, but it hasn't burned me yet so I'm good.. I have to be doing a chem lab today but I'm going to wait until after YL and go to the library. But I'm really pumped about going to the library this time. I get work done there and I forget there's an outside world. My dorm room is sooooo the wrong place to try and do work. I get too distracted and my posture gets bad and I just generally don't like it. So Library, here I come!
I played Frisbee golf with YL boys on Friday. I'll tell you why it was funny. Reason #1: It's just for boys. And I'm a girl. Which really isn't that bad, because the rule isn't set in stone and I was bored and it's YL people who are easygoing anyway. Reason #2: It's for boys who are good at frisbee. I'm not good at frisbee. When I try to throw it, it never goes the direction I want it to. Reason #4: It's for boys who are good at frisbee and therefore have their own frisbees that they have especially picked for their goodness at frisbee golf. I had a dinky frisbee that I got from the California Museum of Science. So I was embarassed to show them my frisbee. Reason #5: None of the boys were freshmen from College Life. They were all upperclassmen who were already leaders and had been playing Frisbee on fridays for a while. There was some senior in high school there, but he was good and a boy and had a good frisbee. I sat it out on the first round because I didn't feel comfortable enough, but then finally started playing at about the 3rd hole during the second round, after drawing much attention to the fact that I was insecure and nervous. They were like "honestly, what's there to be nervous about?" They encouraged me and gave me pointers, so I didn't feel so insecure towards the end. Now all that lingers is the embarassment of the awkwardness of it all. I mean, I don't even know if they sensed the awkwradness. I've rationalized that the more awkward situations I go into and come out of relatively unharmed, the more I'll learn how to deal with them in future situations. It would've been totally awkward if I hadn't have even attempted to play. So it was only halfway awkward, because I sat it out at first. This situation haunts me because last night I had a dream that I was shopping for frisbees and couldn't find a good one. It was a stressful dream, for sure. I woke up feeling insecure but I'd forgotten the dream, so I worked to remember it so I would understand the random insecure feeling. So, yeah. It makes me laugh. I need another YL experience to cancel the awkwardness of this last experience out. And that would be tonight. Hey, I'm a funny girl-- I can joke my way out of many weird situations. Yay!!
Oh boy. I'm going home this weekend. I told myself I would wait until Fall Break, but I'm not going to give up a chance to see my big brother! That would be silly. I miss Will, and the family is going to see him on Saturday (if everything works out as planned), and MA people are coming from here to there this weekend, so it all works out very well. I also don't have a big test (that I can think of) that I would be studying for anyway. So, yeah. It's hard for me to look forward to things past big tests. Like I look forward to fall break, but I also can't relax until after my Enst 35 midterm the Wednesday of fall break. And I can't look forward to Christmas without realizing that I will be completely done with this semester (and all the exams and such that that entails).
bloggity blog blog bloggggg. I like writing in my blog but I forget sometimes.
yay for sweatpants and t-shirts weather! my favvoorritteee. I'm such a bum in the winter and I love it. yayyy!!!
i'm in an oddly good mood, considering my current workload. hah. life is funny like that sometimes.
in conclusion, my favorite part of anchorman is when ron's in the glass case of emotion. and when he's on the phone to ed and tells him that he's always been a good friend.
in for real conclusion, the human torch was denied a bankloan.