Wednesday, January 30, 2008
You know you're at wheaton when...
I was just looking at Ryan's blog about swapping communion bread recipes and it reminded me of something that happened today. I was walking toward the cafeteria when I suddenly burst out into "Thank God from whom all blessings flow..." And suddenly I thought: You know you're at Wheaton when you have the doxology stuck in your head :)
Monday, January 28, 2008
Here it is...the update that you have all been waiting for. I apologize before hand for its length. I'm also sorry this title is so long.
I’ve fallen behind in blogging…again. It’s funny how once you stop it’s hard to get into the swing of things again. But I have been reading other people’s blogs even if I haven’t written anything myself. Anyway, I’m not sure what to post, so I’ll give an update, and I’ll try to throw in a few “fun facts” I’ve discovered in the last month. So here it goes: I’ll start with a fact.
*Scientists are estimating that redheads will go extinct in as soon as 100 years. Yikes! That means me! I’m practically an endangered species, so I’ve been seriously considering writing the government and requesting some sort of pension or protection. People pour thousands upon thousands of dollars into saving endangered species such as ¬seahorses. Aren’t redheads important too?
Another thing I didn’t realize is that redheads only make up about 2% of the world’s population. That makes sense if you consider that there are over a billion Chinese aand over a billion Indians. Nevertheless, I thought there were more redheads out there than that. Well, I should say that I thought there were more natural redheads out there than that. Thanks to Loreal and Herbal Essence, we can sleep easy, knowing that even if the redhead gene dies, Hair dye will live on.
There is fun fact number one. Now, I’ll fill y’all in on some of the mischief I’ve gotten myself into since Christmas.
On December 27th, I got my four wisdom teeth extracted. Overall it was a very painless (and dare-I-say-fun) experience. The pain killers did start to mess with my head a little. Most likely my combination of prescription pain killers and Unisom was not a wise choice, but it did knock me out cold. Besides getting my wisdom teeth removed, my break was fairly uneventful. I had some quality daddy-daughter moments at the movies and tromping around Brandon. It was also fun to cook with mom. In fact, I was surprised how easily I fell back into step with my regular routine. Every morning I would fix myself oatmeal and work the puzzles in the newspaper after reading Apartment 3-G. (There’s an embarrassing confession, but I’m going to own up to it. I read apartment 3-G. There. I said it! It’s all out in the open now…) It is one of those guilty pleasures in life. One that, deep down, you know are pointless and lowering your IQ, but you turn to them anyway.
It’s kind of like coffee. Coffee is a bad taste that you get addicted to. If I think about it, I realize that it isn’t very good, and yet I still love it. In fact, I’m a bit dependent on it. Not only do I notice when I haven’t had my morning cup-of-joy, but my friends notice too. If I seem out of it, they automatically ask, “Have you had your coffee?” If I say no, they sigh and say, “Should we go get you a cup?” I think psychiatrists refer to them as enablers. Anywho, I also want dad to note that I’m now drinking my coffee black. Strong and black, and I like it so much more. I had gotten in the habit of adding a bit of cream because the coffee offered at Wheaton is so awful that I was desperate to mask the flavor. Now that I’ve gotten some travel mugs, I don’t have to worry about buying coffee. I can brew it in my room and have it to-go. It really is a pleasure. Ahhh. Now I want a cup, but it’s after five, and it will keep me up. Well, it doesn’t keep you up , but it doesn’t let your brain shut down when you finally get to sleep.
Speaking of simple pleasures, I’ve also gotten into the habit of using a fountain pen. Daniel is the one who converted me, and now I don’t know if I could go back to using ball point. I’m not sure whether to thank Daniel or be miffed at him. Most likely I’ll choose the former because fountain pens are a pleasure to write with. I’m working on converting those around me to using them. I think I already made good head-way with my geology teacher, who happened to see my pen case on the table and asked out of curiosity what it was. I then showed him my fountain pen and let him write with it. He seemed impressed. Bruhahahah. Little does he know that I have introduced him into an expensive hobby that can cost you hundreds of dollars!
Oh, that reminds me. I haven’t said what classes I’m taking yet. Right now, I’m enrolled in Geology, Greek, British Literature from the 17th to 20th Century, and the History of Music. So far, I’m loving all of them. I’d like to take this moment to say, I love being at a liberal arts school. I think I was born for the aristocracy of the Renaissance. Not only would I have fit in better with my pale skin, but I would have loved to spend my days pouring myself into music, art, language, and the classics. Ah well, I guess I’ll just have to settle for Wheaton if I can’t have 16th century Italy.
Speaking of Italy, I’m seriously considering, Wheaton’s Summer in England program for next year. The courses they offer include Creative Writing, Travel Writing, Shakespeare, and Theatre. I have this unnerving feeling that I might be leaning towards a classics/literature major. AAHHH. But the problem is I can’t get a job with that. Ugh. If only someone would pay me to critique books, write books, and read books all day long. I need to get my head out of the clouds, but I do love gallivanting about with Dumas, Donne, and Dante.
Actually I’ve never read any Dante, but it was another author whose name ended with “D.” Now that I think about it, I’m appalled that I’ve never read Dante. What have I been doing these past 18 years? Probably reading more fairytales than I have any business doing. Although I’ll will give myself some credit. At least I was reading Grimm and Anderson. None of this frilly Disney junk that always demands a happy ending. Give me some tragedy with a bit of irony thrown in and I’m happy! Ah, Oedipus.
Sorry, I’ve started to ramble, and I just realized this post is ridiculously long, and I haven’t even mentioned my trip to Michigan or my exciting stolen wallet episode or my new aspirations to be a camp counselor or my tiramisu baking extravaganza! Boy, am I behind….
More to come soon! (I hope).
*Scientists are estimating that redheads will go extinct in as soon as 100 years. Yikes! That means me! I’m practically an endangered species, so I’ve been seriously considering writing the government and requesting some sort of pension or protection. People pour thousands upon thousands of dollars into saving endangered species such as ¬seahorses. Aren’t redheads important too?
Another thing I didn’t realize is that redheads only make up about 2% of the world’s population. That makes sense if you consider that there are over a billion Chinese aand over a billion Indians. Nevertheless, I thought there were more redheads out there than that. Well, I should say that I thought there were more natural redheads out there than that. Thanks to Loreal and Herbal Essence, we can sleep easy, knowing that even if the redhead gene dies, Hair dye will live on.
There is fun fact number one. Now, I’ll fill y’all in on some of the mischief I’ve gotten myself into since Christmas.
On December 27th, I got my four wisdom teeth extracted. Overall it was a very painless (and dare-I-say-fun) experience. The pain killers did start to mess with my head a little. Most likely my combination of prescription pain killers and Unisom was not a wise choice, but it did knock me out cold. Besides getting my wisdom teeth removed, my break was fairly uneventful. I had some quality daddy-daughter moments at the movies and tromping around Brandon. It was also fun to cook with mom. In fact, I was surprised how easily I fell back into step with my regular routine. Every morning I would fix myself oatmeal and work the puzzles in the newspaper after reading Apartment 3-G. (There’s an embarrassing confession, but I’m going to own up to it. I read apartment 3-G. There. I said it! It’s all out in the open now…) It is one of those guilty pleasures in life. One that, deep down, you know are pointless and lowering your IQ, but you turn to them anyway.
It’s kind of like coffee. Coffee is a bad taste that you get addicted to. If I think about it, I realize that it isn’t very good, and yet I still love it. In fact, I’m a bit dependent on it. Not only do I notice when I haven’t had my morning cup-of-joy, but my friends notice too. If I seem out of it, they automatically ask, “Have you had your coffee?” If I say no, they sigh and say, “Should we go get you a cup?” I think psychiatrists refer to them as enablers. Anywho, I also want dad to note that I’m now drinking my coffee black. Strong and black, and I like it so much more. I had gotten in the habit of adding a bit of cream because the coffee offered at Wheaton is so awful that I was desperate to mask the flavor. Now that I’ve gotten some travel mugs, I don’t have to worry about buying coffee. I can brew it in my room and have it to-go. It really is a pleasure. Ahhh. Now I want a cup, but it’s after five, and it will keep me up. Well, it doesn’t keep you up , but it doesn’t let your brain shut down when you finally get to sleep.
Speaking of simple pleasures, I’ve also gotten into the habit of using a fountain pen. Daniel is the one who converted me, and now I don’t know if I could go back to using ball point. I’m not sure whether to thank Daniel or be miffed at him. Most likely I’ll choose the former because fountain pens are a pleasure to write with. I’m working on converting those around me to using them. I think I already made good head-way with my geology teacher, who happened to see my pen case on the table and asked out of curiosity what it was. I then showed him my fountain pen and let him write with it. He seemed impressed. Bruhahahah. Little does he know that I have introduced him into an expensive hobby that can cost you hundreds of dollars!
Oh, that reminds me. I haven’t said what classes I’m taking yet. Right now, I’m enrolled in Geology, Greek, British Literature from the 17th to 20th Century, and the History of Music. So far, I’m loving all of them. I’d like to take this moment to say, I love being at a liberal arts school. I think I was born for the aristocracy of the Renaissance. Not only would I have fit in better with my pale skin, but I would have loved to spend my days pouring myself into music, art, language, and the classics. Ah well, I guess I’ll just have to settle for Wheaton if I can’t have 16th century Italy.
Speaking of Italy, I’m seriously considering, Wheaton’s Summer in England program for next year. The courses they offer include Creative Writing, Travel Writing, Shakespeare, and Theatre. I have this unnerving feeling that I might be leaning towards a classics/literature major. AAHHH. But the problem is I can’t get a job with that. Ugh. If only someone would pay me to critique books, write books, and read books all day long. I need to get my head out of the clouds, but I do love gallivanting about with Dumas, Donne, and Dante.
Actually I’ve never read any Dante, but it was another author whose name ended with “D.” Now that I think about it, I’m appalled that I’ve never read Dante. What have I been doing these past 18 years? Probably reading more fairytales than I have any business doing. Although I’ll will give myself some credit. At least I was reading Grimm and Anderson. None of this frilly Disney junk that always demands a happy ending. Give me some tragedy with a bit of irony thrown in and I’m happy! Ah, Oedipus.
Sorry, I’ve started to ramble, and I just realized this post is ridiculously long, and I haven’t even mentioned my trip to Michigan or my exciting stolen wallet episode or my new aspirations to be a camp counselor or my tiramisu baking extravaganza! Boy, am I behind….
More to come soon! (I hope).
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