Awesome idea about the Debate Blog Urs! This should be fun!
Thanks for the help with my senior sem ideas, too! If you could find out if your uncle would like to talk about things, that would be awesome! Right now I am leaning towards McCarthyism, however I think the Nazi prisoner would be an awesome perspective on things! It's totally understandable if he'd rather not talk about things though!
Is anyone else as sick of college as I am?! I love the social scene and everything, but the whole homework scene sucks my dick (if I had one)! I can't believe how much homework I do - usually like a few hours a night is understandable, but I have class until 4, I get home and we have dinner and I do homework from like 5/6 until like 1 in the morning! It's crazy!
Anyways enough whining and stuff - besides it's Friday! Have a good weekend everyone, hope your semesters are going well! Talk to you all soon sometime!
9.25.2003
Attention Lisa! I read your blog about your thesis.... I can't make any promises, but my mother's uncle Joseph was a Nazi soldier and then taken as a prisoner of war by the Allies. He may not want to discuss anything about it, but if you want, I can contact my mother and ask her about any possiblities of getting information out of him
In other news, Urs needs to go to bed
In other news, Urs needs to go to bed
Ok, well I would create a Debate Reunion blog, but I am not sure if setting up a community blog is different from an individual blog. .....so I would need some info on that
In other news, I created my own personal blog. Its basically a daily diary. I need to make few changes, but the big news for today was going to be the Goodyear blimp sighting until about 20 minutes later when I found myself accidentally having lunch with the Assistant Dean of the Law School (of the University of Michigan). That was neat.
Anyway, as soon as I'm sure of the particulars I will set up a new blog for the reunion and maybe even do some work on a form for making online RSVPs. I also welcome name suggestions for the blog. ttyl
In other news, I created my own personal blog. Its basically a daily diary. I need to make few changes, but the big news for today was going to be the Goodyear blimp sighting until about 20 minutes later when I found myself accidentally having lunch with the Assistant Dean of the Law School (of the University of Michigan). That was neat.
Anyway, as soon as I'm sure of the particulars I will set up a new blog for the reunion and maybe even do some work on a form for making online RSVPs. I also welcome name suggestions for the blog. ttyl
9.24.2003
9.22.2003
Holy Crap! (or as Strong Bad would say, Holy Crap!) I wasn't expecting such an overwhelming response to my suggestion and I must say that I am pleased. So, without any ado, these are the things that would need to happen for planning
1. Compile a list of all the people that we should invite. This list so-far includes (but is not limited to): Sig, Rock, Jamie, Lisa Henke, Erica, Lauren, Eric Jung, Mark, Josh, Abe, Ursula, Eric Miller, Jesse Dedyne(?), John Henry, Nathan Thomas, Dan, Lisa Manley, Teresa Brandl, Jamie Jung, Mr. Grumpypants, and that’s the extent of my knowledge. Those of you with access to yearbooks should be able to remember more. I'm wondering if we should extend this to all of the Frenzel related activities and really how far outside of our little group should we go?
2. If we decide that we want to specially reserve a place for the reunion, we should try to determine the receptivity (receptiveness?) of all possible participants with a 'pre-invitation,' otherwise just draft invitations with RSVP information (and remember the pot-luck possibility).
3. Find a place and determine a time. I suggest a weekend night so we can all go out afterwards (this may exclude some of the possible '01 stragglers)
4. Create a webspace for RSVPs, discussions, ect. I suggest forming a reunion blog.* Possible name suggestions could arise out of any of the code words that incite nostalgia in former debaters**, including our slang, things from past resolutions (for instance, who doesn't remember the feelings incited when the words 'we could run guns' were uttered?), or something lame like 'Lincoln Debate.' Also, I am learning php and it might be fun for me to try to create a site and form for RSVPs, unfortunately it may not be ready before we need it. But then again, I just discovered my 539 project.
5. From here on, all that remains is to actually have the event. Of course the main core planners should provide essential foods like a one (vegetarian) main course, drinks, and a desert and of course things for eating like plates and forks (and I also suggest something like cups for drinking)
6. Accommodations - it just occurred to me that some people may no longer have a permanent residence in hell anymore so we may need to provide them with appropriate shelter. Also, we should not have the event RIGHT after or before Christmas because of that same problem. We'll figure something out.
*I am thinking that we should have a separate blog for the reunion for a few reasons
1. I mentioned lying in the invitations to certain people and it would not be good for those people to actually see that post.
2. 17 Bottles Of is not restricted to debate people and would contain a lot of superfluous information
3. In keeping with the above, it may be intimidating and/or rude to ask people to join an existing blog (en masse for a reason other than that for which this blog was created) add people to an existing blog rather than create a new one just for this purpose
**That seems so easy on the surface, but really, how many terms were universal among all of the debaters? I mean guar never permeated far beyond the girlz and even i stopped using it at the end of '98. Honestly, I can't think of much
Are there more things that I am forgetting? Of course, but it doesn't look all that hard really. Especially if we keep everything simple.
:>
1. Compile a list of all the people that we should invite. This list so-far includes (but is not limited to): Sig, Rock, Jamie, Lisa Henke, Erica, Lauren, Eric Jung, Mark, Josh, Abe, Ursula, Eric Miller, Jesse Dedyne(?), John Henry, Nathan Thomas, Dan, Lisa Manley, Teresa Brandl, Jamie Jung, Mr. Grumpypants, and that’s the extent of my knowledge. Those of you with access to yearbooks should be able to remember more. I'm wondering if we should extend this to all of the Frenzel related activities and really how far outside of our little group should we go?
2. If we decide that we want to specially reserve a place for the reunion, we should try to determine the receptivity (receptiveness?) of all possible participants with a 'pre-invitation,' otherwise just draft invitations with RSVP information (and remember the pot-luck possibility).
3. Find a place and determine a time. I suggest a weekend night so we can all go out afterwards (this may exclude some of the possible '01 stragglers)
4. Create a webspace for RSVPs, discussions, ect. I suggest forming a reunion blog.* Possible name suggestions could arise out of any of the code words that incite nostalgia in former debaters**, including our slang, things from past resolutions (for instance, who doesn't remember the feelings incited when the words 'we could run guns' were uttered?), or something lame like 'Lincoln Debate.' Also, I am learning php and it might be fun for me to try to create a site and form for RSVPs, unfortunately it may not be ready before we need it. But then again, I just discovered my 539 project.
5. From here on, all that remains is to actually have the event. Of course the main core planners should provide essential foods like a one (vegetarian) main course, drinks, and a desert and of course things for eating like plates and forks (and I also suggest something like cups for drinking)
6. Accommodations - it just occurred to me that some people may no longer have a permanent residence in hell anymore so we may need to provide them with appropriate shelter. Also, we should not have the event RIGHT after or before Christmas because of that same problem. We'll figure something out.
*I am thinking that we should have a separate blog for the reunion for a few reasons
1. I mentioned lying in the invitations to certain people and it would not be good for those people to actually see that post.
2. 17 Bottles Of is not restricted to debate people and would contain a lot of superfluous information
3. In keeping with the above, it may be intimidating and/or rude to ask people to join an existing blog (en masse for a reason other than that for which this blog was created) add people to an existing blog rather than create a new one just for this purpose
**That seems so easy on the surface, but really, how many terms were universal among all of the debaters? I mean guar never permeated far beyond the girlz and even i stopped using it at the end of '98. Honestly, I can't think of much
Are there more things that I am forgetting? Of course, but it doesn't look all that hard really. Especially if we keep everything simple.
:>
9.21.2003
JAMIE (& everyone else): remember in A Walk in the Clouds when they've got the grape-stomping festivities? Well..there's one in Prairie du Sac coming up soon - Grape Stomp Festival, October 4th and 5th. I think it'd kick ass to get all the girlz that could make it and whomever else and go get our feet wet - so, open invitation to everyone reading this, I can fit 4 other people in my car if no one else would want to drive. [p.d.s. is less than 100 miles from Rapids, so it'd be about an hour 'n half to 2 hr drive]
FYI: Little Abe goes to school here (UWSP) - Jamie and I see him regularly, so we could get Abe's addy if you'd like. Whatever did happen to Josh? I recall he was at UWEC for awhile, when did that change? I'll ask my brother if he knows the whereabouts of various folks from his year, I know they still keep in touch.
9.20.2003
I like this idea, and I even like the idea of bringing a "significant guest." However, I think that there needs to be some debate alone time. Would it be completely rude to request that the guests disappear when Frenzel does? There are several reasons for this:
1. Our guests (well...your guests...I don't have a guest) will be bored to death with our stories and jargon.
2. Some of us might not want to meet/spend time with some of the guests (like...Nathan's girlfriend, John Henry's potential new girlfriend, etc.)
3. It'll be more like old times if we don't have a ton of people unfamiliar with the debate world hanging around
4. The guests will be intimidated/overwhelmed by a room full of old friends speaking in what feels like a foreign tongue
5. I don't like strangers. (This is my selfish side.)
Anyway, yeah...Abe and I briefly entertained the idea of a reunion last year. We managed to hunt down names and addresses for almost everyone. (Josh was among the lost, sadly enough.) Abe has also disappeared, but Little Abe emailed me out of the blue a few weeks ago, so...I'm sure I could get Abe's information from Little Abe. (Yes, Abe IS married again, by the way.) So. I'm willing to help out with the organization and such...
1. Our guests (well...your guests...I don't have a guest) will be bored to death with our stories and jargon.
2. Some of us might not want to meet/spend time with some of the guests (like...Nathan's girlfriend, John Henry's potential new girlfriend, etc.)
3. It'll be more like old times if we don't have a ton of people unfamiliar with the debate world hanging around
4. The guests will be intimidated/overwhelmed by a room full of old friends speaking in what feels like a foreign tongue
5. I don't like strangers. (This is my selfish side.)
Anyway, yeah...Abe and I briefly entertained the idea of a reunion last year. We managed to hunt down names and addresses for almost everyone. (Josh was among the lost, sadly enough.) Abe has also disappeared, but Little Abe emailed me out of the blue a few weeks ago, so...I'm sure I could get Abe's information from Little Abe. (Yes, Abe IS married again, by the way.) So. I'm willing to help out with the organization and such...
While assessing the files I want to save from my laptop, I found the transcript from District Debate 1997 (almost 7 years ago). After reading that, I realized that we NEED a debate reunion for all the debaters from classes 98-00 (some stragglers from 97 and 01 would most likely be welcome - it might be fun to see how Mr. Grumpypants turned out). Here are my suggestions:
schedule a reunion for a time when most people will be in Rapids (meaning in the 4 days surrounding Christmas) at a place with the most amount of space.
Send out invitations encouraging but not requiring people to bring a significant guest* (just one**), and food (a pot-luck is always fun and cheaper for planners). Be sure to invite Frenzel but we will probably want some frenzel free time. She may no longer be our teacher but I don't know how keen she is to hanging out with a bunch of (I'm assuming) increasingly intoxicated 21-23 year-olds. (our age differences seem so much smaller now)
We may want to set up some kind of online discussion system - this blog would be fine
Have people RSVP. We may also what to think about assessing possible interest before proceeding. (that is my classes starting to rub off on me)
Plans for the event itself:
-We should have a tape (like at district)
-would impossible tasks be feasible?
-should we have detailed plans or just let everybody talk?
*This may be problematic considering one time when a former debater did bring a guest to an event with other former debaters and problems arose resulting in his (very necessary) departure. However, with that noted, part of any reunion is to see where people are in their lives and bringing a spouse or serious partner would be a part of that. At the least, I would like to meet Abe's wife or the woman (or maybe man... we don't know ;]) that Mark possibly pinned down (not meant to be sexual). It would also be interesting for the spouse/partner to see what their loved one did in high school. I was also contemplating arrangements that could be made to not allow certain people to bring other people (ie. lie in the invitations).
**Just one guest (I am assuming that the debaters have not taken up polygamy) and not any friends or siblings. I mean I wouldn't mind having some extra people, but this would be a debate event, and part of my idea is to re-create the 'cast' of our debate years. Plus space will not be unlimited, especially if it is going to happen in winter.
I really would like to see a reunion happen. Judging from the weddings this summer, it would be very fun. I know there will be some notable exceptions... right now I'm thinking Dan and John Henry and I know Sig couldn't find Josh... but if it goes well, there could be future reunions? I don't know. Anyway, its time for me to go to work which means posting this and switching computers.
schedule a reunion for a time when most people will be in Rapids (meaning in the 4 days surrounding Christmas) at a place with the most amount of space.
Send out invitations encouraging but not requiring people to bring a significant guest* (just one**), and food (a pot-luck is always fun and cheaper for planners). Be sure to invite Frenzel but we will probably want some frenzel free time. She may no longer be our teacher but I don't know how keen she is to hanging out with a bunch of (I'm assuming) increasingly intoxicated 21-23 year-olds. (our age differences seem so much smaller now)
We may want to set up some kind of online discussion system - this blog would be fine
Have people RSVP. We may also what to think about assessing possible interest before proceeding. (that is my classes starting to rub off on me)
Plans for the event itself:
-We should have a tape (like at district)
-would impossible tasks be feasible?
-should we have detailed plans or just let everybody talk?
*This may be problematic considering one time when a former debater did bring a guest to an event with other former debaters and problems arose resulting in his (very necessary) departure. However, with that noted, part of any reunion is to see where people are in their lives and bringing a spouse or serious partner would be a part of that. At the least, I would like to meet Abe's wife or the woman (or maybe man... we don't know ;]) that Mark possibly pinned down (not meant to be sexual). It would also be interesting for the spouse/partner to see what their loved one did in high school. I was also contemplating arrangements that could be made to not allow certain people to bring other people (ie. lie in the invitations).
**Just one guest (I am assuming that the debaters have not taken up polygamy) and not any friends or siblings. I mean I wouldn't mind having some extra people, but this would be a debate event, and part of my idea is to re-create the 'cast' of our debate years. Plus space will not be unlimited, especially if it is going to happen in winter.
I really would like to see a reunion happen. Judging from the weddings this summer, it would be very fun. I know there will be some notable exceptions... right now I'm thinking Dan and John Henry and I know Sig couldn't find Josh... but if it goes well, there could be future reunions? I don't know. Anyway, its time for me to go to work which means posting this and switching computers.
Life..life is good. I love autumn, and I love UWSP..and I'm very deep in like with a cute energetic lil' athletic-esque girl and my classes all kick ass..I know that life has a tendency to shift from good to bad and back again in a sort of endless cycle, but I really hope I'm still on the upward swing and that it'll hang in the "good" section for a bit, I'm kind of enjoying it :) P.S. i miss you all!
9.17.2003
No, thank you, I do not need any more falafel
Ann Arbor has a lot of great food. There's Rendevous which serves great middle eastern cuisine, Jerusalem gardens with great middle eastern food and oh, that Greek restaurant on the corner which serves - you guessed it - amazing middle eastern food! Not that I don't enjoy a good hommus and falafel wrap every now and then, but please. Of course there are other restaurants, plenty of Chinese, Mexican, Indian and American places, but they're usually quite expensive. Earlier today I was pretty close to just walking into any place and ordering some pad thai with mock duck. Pretty close, that is, until I walked down Church street and found an unassuming building with the words "Korean Food" on the front. It looked a little small, even intimidating for someone unfamiliar with this particular Asian food, but it looked quiet and while it wasn't from the particular peninsula off of the main Asian body that I was looking for, it would do.
There seemed to be few vegetarian options and I settled on Spicy Tofu, ordered it and sat down to wait for it to come to me. Eventually a lady came to me with a tray of various foods. It didn't look how I expected it, but when she looked at me and said "Spicy Tofu?" I had to nod. The presence of several Asian people eating with chopsticks scared me - what if I did something wrong - and there were three other little dishes of stuff next to the HUGE plate of food in front of me. The little things didn't look too scary - some cooked bean sprouts, a cup of some brothy stuff and a little dish of what appeared to be cabbage in a reddish sauce - but I didn't know if they were supposed to go on the spicy tofu or be eaten separately, so I left them alone. I learned very fast that the spicy tofu wasn't like spicy tofu would be in Minnesota and got up to get more water. Now it wasn't *amazing* and the tofu needed to be marinated a little longer, but it was Asian food, and a lot of it for less than $7 so I was happy. I found out that the broth was Miso soup and that I don't like Miso soup and that the cabbage dish was just that, called Kimchee. Nothing was supposed to go on the spicy tofu, I did it right and found a great new place to eat.
Ann Arbor has a lot of great food. There's Rendevous which serves great middle eastern cuisine, Jerusalem gardens with great middle eastern food and oh, that Greek restaurant on the corner which serves - you guessed it - amazing middle eastern food! Not that I don't enjoy a good hommus and falafel wrap every now and then, but please. Of course there are other restaurants, plenty of Chinese, Mexican, Indian and American places, but they're usually quite expensive. Earlier today I was pretty close to just walking into any place and ordering some pad thai with mock duck. Pretty close, that is, until I walked down Church street and found an unassuming building with the words "Korean Food" on the front. It looked a little small, even intimidating for someone unfamiliar with this particular Asian food, but it looked quiet and while it wasn't from the particular peninsula off of the main Asian body that I was looking for, it would do.
There seemed to be few vegetarian options and I settled on Spicy Tofu, ordered it and sat down to wait for it to come to me. Eventually a lady came to me with a tray of various foods. It didn't look how I expected it, but when she looked at me and said "Spicy Tofu?" I had to nod. The presence of several Asian people eating with chopsticks scared me - what if I did something wrong - and there were three other little dishes of stuff next to the HUGE plate of food in front of me. The little things didn't look too scary - some cooked bean sprouts, a cup of some brothy stuff and a little dish of what appeared to be cabbage in a reddish sauce - but I didn't know if they were supposed to go on the spicy tofu or be eaten separately, so I left them alone. I learned very fast that the spicy tofu wasn't like spicy tofu would be in Minnesota and got up to get more water. Now it wasn't *amazing* and the tofu needed to be marinated a little longer, but it was Asian food, and a lot of it for less than $7 so I was happy. I found out that the broth was Miso soup and that I don't like Miso soup and that the cabbage dish was just that, called Kimchee. Nothing was supposed to go on the spicy tofu, I did it right and found a great new place to eat.
9.16.2003
Jamie: Yeah - what Lauren said.
In addition: You will be leaving UWSP soon, and probably - hopefully - this part of the world. Let's face it...people in these parts are incapable of appreciating your awesomeness. Once you root yourself in a city with a population of more than a few thousand you'll be able to escape from the little small-town box that all of the local boys try to shove you into. Life will get better the instant you find yourself in Chicago, or Boston, or L.A., or the Cities, or New York...or any place where the population is large enough to allow for deviation from the accepted norm. (In other words, you need to find a place where there really isn't a norm. This is easy enough to do - the hard part is being ballsy enough to go.)
In the mean time, remind yourself that boys are mutants and that you're not in a big rush to have your heart crushed and your soul stomped on. That can wait, right? You've got plenty of years ahead of you for that. :)
In addition: You will be leaving UWSP soon, and probably - hopefully - this part of the world. Let's face it...people in these parts are incapable of appreciating your awesomeness. Once you root yourself in a city with a population of more than a few thousand you'll be able to escape from the little small-town box that all of the local boys try to shove you into. Life will get better the instant you find yourself in Chicago, or Boston, or L.A., or the Cities, or New York...or any place where the population is large enough to allow for deviation from the accepted norm. (In other words, you need to find a place where there really isn't a norm. This is easy enough to do - the hard part is being ballsy enough to go.)
In the mean time, remind yourself that boys are mutants and that you're not in a big rush to have your heart crushed and your soul stomped on. That can wait, right? You've got plenty of years ahead of you for that. :)
That's what friends are for, Babe. We love you in all of your perfections...I know it's not the same as being loved by someone who'll fuck you - literally and metaphorically, yes - but all you really need to get by in this big, bad motherfucker of a world are a few folks who know you and love you dearly, and you've got'm. So..don't be discouraged, plenty of time to find the romantic (read: full of crap/fantasy-based) love, you're gonna be at least a hundred before you bite the dust anyways so live it up whilest unattached, m'hija.
9.15.2003
God, I hate boys/dating. It seems like once you finally get to someone you SEEM to like, after weeding out the Desperate, the Gross, the Psychotic, the Stupid, the Arrogant, the Player, the Loser, the Socially Inept, and all the other mutants, the "normal" ones turn out to be freaks, too. Like, they collect human skin, or, worse and far more difficult to comprehend, THEY don't like ME. I mean, I really don't see how they cannot...I'm somewhat attractive, I'm funny, I'm fun and vivacious...but yeah. They don't like me. And that led me to think about The Breakup, and how THAT came about, because that boy actually KNEW me, knew everything about me, so there should be NO confusion about my awesomeness...which led me to a horrible possibility and, seemingly at this point, probability....
I'm NOT a Woodland Nymph Fairy Goddess of the Night.
I don't know how this could have gone on for so long without my knowing. I mean, I go to bed covered in my fairy dust glitter, branches and dead leaves imbedded in my sexy, tousled and knotted hair (Pixies don't have time for brushing, you see) and wake up painfully and disgustingly average...my body not emanating a glow, my skin not perspiring rose water. How is it that I, who once bathed in lagoons beneath the moonlight and held sexual awakenings in my bat-infested lair could now be a 21-year-old college student with no idea as to her future and, worse yet, actually WORRIES about such a thing? My fingernails are actually clean and free of the gritty dirt that used to encase them from clawing at the ground beneath me. Isn't that terribly sad? I wear SHOES on my elfin feet, and, I'm ashamed to say, clothes. It's no WONDER I'm alone in a world full of soulmates...I can taste the love in the air like dew drops on the flowers I once consumed for nourishment...I can taste but I cannot swallow. I am but a shadow of my former self...constantly worrying, biting, chewing up my happiness like grain. In a world without love what's the point of living? How can one live without love?
I'm NOT a Woodland Nymph Fairy Goddess of the Night.
I don't know how this could have gone on for so long without my knowing. I mean, I go to bed covered in my fairy dust glitter, branches and dead leaves imbedded in my sexy, tousled and knotted hair (Pixies don't have time for brushing, you see) and wake up painfully and disgustingly average...my body not emanating a glow, my skin not perspiring rose water. How is it that I, who once bathed in lagoons beneath the moonlight and held sexual awakenings in my bat-infested lair could now be a 21-year-old college student with no idea as to her future and, worse yet, actually WORRIES about such a thing? My fingernails are actually clean and free of the gritty dirt that used to encase them from clawing at the ground beneath me. Isn't that terribly sad? I wear SHOES on my elfin feet, and, I'm ashamed to say, clothes. It's no WONDER I'm alone in a world full of soulmates...I can taste the love in the air like dew drops on the flowers I once consumed for nourishment...I can taste but I cannot swallow. I am but a shadow of my former self...constantly worrying, biting, chewing up my happiness like grain. In a world without love what's the point of living? How can one live without love?
9.13.2003
Return to rugby..fall season commences
Our first match was today - that was fun, 30 soaking girls beating the crap out of each other on a muddy field..would've been a lot more fun if we wouldn't have sucked, but c'est la vie, n'est pas? Now I'm a bruiser just like the Jmo, 'cept hers are gone b/c she hasn't been hanging around her brother a lot recently. So..girlios..I met the cutest freshman (haha, cradle-robber, I know) Wednesday...and she (J) was totally checkin' me out, so..yeah. We'll see how that goes, I don't want to jump into anything after my last fiasco. Actually, I'm kind of relationship-wary after all the psychological crap from EazyE, I care about him but damn, I am not responsible for his life or anything that happens in it unrelated to me, it's not like how I was doing ever mattered to him. Anyways, J seems to be a little butcher than me, but not anything like E..but I'm still worried, I want to avoid anything boi-related in the future..learn from my mistakes 'n all. She seems really nice though, and happy, not all "pissed at the world constantly and going to take it out on my gf"-esque - b/c that I am NOT doing again, ever, that sucked sweaty-fat-grandpa ass. I think she's athletic too, she looks the part anyhow. But whatever. I'll hang out with her more before deciding if it's a go or not, she can't be dumb or psychotic or it won't work..well, maybe psychotic, it seems that's my preference, lol..but not dumb, ugh, not smart-but-dumb like E either, that was stupid and annoying. Okay, enough of a rant, I need to gastar some dinero ahorita.
Our first match was today - that was fun, 30 soaking girls beating the crap out of each other on a muddy field..would've been a lot more fun if we wouldn't have sucked, but c'est la vie, n'est pas? Now I'm a bruiser just like the Jmo, 'cept hers are gone b/c she hasn't been hanging around her brother a lot recently. So..girlios..I met the cutest freshman (haha, cradle-robber, I know) Wednesday...and she (J) was totally checkin' me out, so..yeah. We'll see how that goes, I don't want to jump into anything after my last fiasco. Actually, I'm kind of relationship-wary after all the psychological crap from EazyE, I care about him but damn, I am not responsible for his life or anything that happens in it unrelated to me, it's not like how I was doing ever mattered to him. Anyways, J seems to be a little butcher than me, but not anything like E..but I'm still worried, I want to avoid anything boi-related in the future..learn from my mistakes 'n all. She seems really nice though, and happy, not all "pissed at the world constantly and going to take it out on my gf"-esque - b/c that I am NOT doing again, ever, that sucked sweaty-fat-grandpa ass. I think she's athletic too, she looks the part anyhow. But whatever. I'll hang out with her more before deciding if it's a go or not, she can't be dumb or psychotic or it won't work..well, maybe psychotic, it seems that's my preference, lol..but not dumb, ugh, not smart-but-dumb like E either, that was stupid and annoying. Okay, enough of a rant, I need to gastar some dinero ahorita.
9.10.2003
...I think it fits this blog quite nicely, don't you?
(stolen from Alex, who stole it from someone else.)
9.09.2003
I keep track of everyone I've ever known. I have a little blue and yellow book filled with addresses, phone numbers, email addresses and birthdays. I meticulously update, periodically checking to make sure that everyone is in the right place, making sure that everyone still lives in the apartment penciled into my little book. I can't help it. I have an unexplainable desire to know where everyone is all the time. (I drove Jillian crazy in the dorms. She couldn't walk out of the room without me saying, "Where are you going, Jilly? When will you be back?") Somehow, it's comforting to have a concrete piece of information about everyone. It's good to know that, even if I don't know anything else, I know where my friends are sleeping at night. I know where to find them in an emergency, I know what number to call when I need something.
I was checking up on Rock and that John Henry kid just now, knowing that mid-August is the time of year when everyone in Madison plays apartment tag. (Madison makes my job easy; they update their directory annually, even for the off-campus students.) I found Rock right where she belonged, but John Henry had moved on me. He had vacated the crumbling green house, the last place I visited him.
The place was a shithole, and I'm not surprised that he left. I'm not surprised that he didn't bother to tell me about the move. Still, I am a little bit sad about it. I've contemplated this before, of course. I knew that there would come a day when he wouldn't bother to notify me of his whereabouts. I knew that, eventually, he'd fall off the face of the earth into complete anonymity. I knew that he wouldn't want me to bother him anymore (not that I've been bothering him; I haven't) and I knew that, at some point, I'd be unable to find him.
He'll graduate from college and I won't find out until I try to look him up and he's not in the directory anymore. He'll go to grad school in some state far, far away and I'll never hear from him again. I won't know that he's married, that he's got kids, that he's in a jazz band, that he's happy. I'll wonder, but I'll never be able to find him. He'll just disappear. He's good at that.
I've been expecting this. John Henry simply isn't one for maintaining contacts. Once you're out of his life, you're out. I'm not just referring to myself here, either. I wouldn't make a good example, obviously. John Henry doesn't speak to Nathan Thomas, his best friend from high school, either. They stopped being best friends almost immediately upon leaving for college. John Henry just doesn't do distance. It's too much work for him, I guess.
He was a strange kid, that Mr. Henry guy. He was at the same time the most ambitious person I ever knew and the laziest. He acted as though it would kill him to make a phone call or take a shower, but he'd practice his guitar forever to make a certain note sound exactly the way he wanted it to, or he'd forego sleep for days in order to make a computer program do exactly what he wanted it to. It's strange...I used to know him better than anyone else did, and now I don't know him at all.
...chances are that I'll never know him ever again. Ever. I don't like that.
I was checking up on Rock and that John Henry kid just now, knowing that mid-August is the time of year when everyone in Madison plays apartment tag. (Madison makes my job easy; they update their directory annually, even for the off-campus students.) I found Rock right where she belonged, but John Henry had moved on me. He had vacated the crumbling green house, the last place I visited him.
The place was a shithole, and I'm not surprised that he left. I'm not surprised that he didn't bother to tell me about the move. Still, I am a little bit sad about it. I've contemplated this before, of course. I knew that there would come a day when he wouldn't bother to notify me of his whereabouts. I knew that, eventually, he'd fall off the face of the earth into complete anonymity. I knew that he wouldn't want me to bother him anymore (not that I've been bothering him; I haven't) and I knew that, at some point, I'd be unable to find him.
He'll graduate from college and I won't find out until I try to look him up and he's not in the directory anymore. He'll go to grad school in some state far, far away and I'll never hear from him again. I won't know that he's married, that he's got kids, that he's in a jazz band, that he's happy. I'll wonder, but I'll never be able to find him. He'll just disappear. He's good at that.
I've been expecting this. John Henry simply isn't one for maintaining contacts. Once you're out of his life, you're out. I'm not just referring to myself here, either. I wouldn't make a good example, obviously. John Henry doesn't speak to Nathan Thomas, his best friend from high school, either. They stopped being best friends almost immediately upon leaving for college. John Henry just doesn't do distance. It's too much work for him, I guess.
He was a strange kid, that Mr. Henry guy. He was at the same time the most ambitious person I ever knew and the laziest. He acted as though it would kill him to make a phone call or take a shower, but he'd practice his guitar forever to make a certain note sound exactly the way he wanted it to, or he'd forego sleep for days in order to make a computer program do exactly what he wanted it to. It's strange...I used to know him better than anyone else did, and now I don't know him at all.
...chances are that I'll never know him ever again. Ever. I don't like that.
9.06.2003
9.05.2003
Jillian: You already heard this story. Don't bother to read on.
Everyone Else Who Writes In This Blog: Being my athletically challenged friends (sorry, guys, but it's true...remember softball?), I figured that you all could appreciate this story just as much as I did.
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I was forced to be an athlete today. I had to play with my freshmen at the university's ropes course. Prior to playing on the ropes, however, I had to play other little athletic games with them. One of these games included a race in which I was on a team with a few of the freshmen. This race required us to sprint across an open field while carrying one of our teammates. I, along with Brock - one of the four guys in a class of 25 - was responsible for carrying the tiniest little freshman girl across this field. Brock is much more of an athlete than me. He can run faster. His legs are longer. So, as we ran while carrying this girl, he got ahead of me. I tried (and failed) to catch up to him. I lost my footing, dropping the freshman girl (who kicked me in the back on the way down). I got a grass stain on both of my knees. I landed on my shoulder, which - twelve hours later - is finally starting to hurt. The freshman scraped the shit out of her arm because the grass is no longer grass; it's really hard and prickly and she fell about three feet at a fairly rapid rate of speed. Yeah. I injured one of my freshmen today. Somehow, I don't think that's part of my job description.
So. There was a bathroom break between this race and playing on the ropes and, for once in my life, I didn't have to pee. During the break I announced to my Jew that I was not an athlete, and that I do not do athletic things...like running while carrying a freshman or climbing ropes. This led in to a discussion of my being forced to climb that horrible blue rubber pole in elementary school. I hated that. I can still remember how it made the gym smell all synthetic. I can remember standing in line for the pole, nervous as hell and dreading the moment that it was my turn to climb, watching Jordan Hanneman scale the thing faster than a goddamn monkey. I simply couldn't do it. I couldn't even stay on the pole. I always slid off. We were supposed to race against the person climbing the other pole...but I couldn't even go up an inch. I couldn't hold on.
My Jew apparently had this problem as well. Her experience was a bit more extreme than mine, though. When she was unable to climb the pole her gym teacher forced her to stay after school every day until she was able to make it to the top. Eventually, she did it. On her last day of servitude to the gym teacher, my Jew climbed all the way to the top, climbed back down, pushed the gym teacher, and kicked sand into her eyes. (This was in California; they had outdoor gym class.) She was promptly suspended.
My Jew is my new athletically retarded hero. I wish I could go back to elementary school and kick sand in Mrs. Brock's eyes. She was never mean to me but I still hated her for making me climb that fucking pole, serve that fucking volleyball, run laps around that fucking gym, scoot around on that fucking scooter board, play that fucking Around the World game...
Yes. Siggie is a little bitter.
Everyone Else Who Writes In This Blog: Being my athletically challenged friends (sorry, guys, but it's true...remember softball?), I figured that you all could appreciate this story just as much as I did.
I was forced to be an athlete today. I had to play with my freshmen at the university's ropes course. Prior to playing on the ropes, however, I had to play other little athletic games with them. One of these games included a race in which I was on a team with a few of the freshmen. This race required us to sprint across an open field while carrying one of our teammates. I, along with Brock - one of the four guys in a class of 25 - was responsible for carrying the tiniest little freshman girl across this field. Brock is much more of an athlete than me. He can run faster. His legs are longer. So, as we ran while carrying this girl, he got ahead of me. I tried (and failed) to catch up to him. I lost my footing, dropping the freshman girl (who kicked me in the back on the way down). I got a grass stain on both of my knees. I landed on my shoulder, which - twelve hours later - is finally starting to hurt. The freshman scraped the shit out of her arm because the grass is no longer grass; it's really hard and prickly and she fell about three feet at a fairly rapid rate of speed. Yeah. I injured one of my freshmen today. Somehow, I don't think that's part of my job description.
So. There was a bathroom break between this race and playing on the ropes and, for once in my life, I didn't have to pee. During the break I announced to my Jew that I was not an athlete, and that I do not do athletic things...like running while carrying a freshman or climbing ropes. This led in to a discussion of my being forced to climb that horrible blue rubber pole in elementary school. I hated that. I can still remember how it made the gym smell all synthetic. I can remember standing in line for the pole, nervous as hell and dreading the moment that it was my turn to climb, watching Jordan Hanneman scale the thing faster than a goddamn monkey. I simply couldn't do it. I couldn't even stay on the pole. I always slid off. We were supposed to race against the person climbing the other pole...but I couldn't even go up an inch. I couldn't hold on.
My Jew apparently had this problem as well. Her experience was a bit more extreme than mine, though. When she was unable to climb the pole her gym teacher forced her to stay after school every day until she was able to make it to the top. Eventually, she did it. On her last day of servitude to the gym teacher, my Jew climbed all the way to the top, climbed back down, pushed the gym teacher, and kicked sand into her eyes. (This was in California; they had outdoor gym class.) She was promptly suspended.
My Jew is my new athletically retarded hero. I wish I could go back to elementary school and kick sand in Mrs. Brock's eyes. She was never mean to me but I still hated her for making me climb that fucking pole, serve that fucking volleyball, run laps around that fucking gym, scoot around on that fucking scooter board, play that fucking Around the World game...
Yes. Siggie is a little bitter.
9.04.2003
UMich Squirrels are quite strange, in fact, I do not think that they are really squirrels, rather they are "Attack Rodents." First of all, they are red, signifying evil and secondly they are huge. The final cue that they are not normal is their behavior. The other day I was walking to class and one was in the sidewalk. Rather than running upon sight, it stayed in position and then assumend attack mode until I was about three feet away, then it ran.
Unfortunatly, I cannot hate these squirrels as I have just joined the Michigan Squirrel Club. Aside from having the most awesome T-shirts EVER, they get together every once in a while to feed squirrels peanuts on the main mall of the campus (called the Diag). So, as strange as the UMich Squirrels are, I could not pass up the chance to be a part of the best univerisity organisation on campus.
Unfortunatly, I cannot hate these squirrels as I have just joined the Michigan Squirrel Club. Aside from having the most awesome T-shirts EVER, they get together every once in a while to feed squirrels peanuts on the main mall of the campus (called the Diag). So, as strange as the UMich Squirrels are, I could not pass up the chance to be a part of the best univerisity organisation on campus.
9.02.2003
...excerpt from "Rain" by Madonna...
It's strange. I feel like I've known you before, and I want to understand you more and more and more. When I'm with you I feel like a magical child - everything strange, everything wild.
Waiting is the hardest thing. I tell myself that if I believe in you - in the dream of you - with all my heart and all my soul, that by sheer force of will I can raise you from the ground and without a sound you'd appear and surrendor to me - to love.
It's strange. I feel like I've known you before, and I want to understand you more and more and more. When I'm with you I feel like a magical child - everything strange, everything wild.
Waiting is the hardest thing. I tell myself that if I believe in you - in the dream of you - with all my heart and all my soul, that by sheer force of will I can raise you from the ground and without a sound you'd appear and surrendor to me - to love.
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