Just got back from a Brown county outing. Have some homework to do, some dinner to eat. I miss some frat boys and the excitement they lend to my life. Wish I could have access to them all the time. 60 degrees in B-town, in case you wondered. I'm a lost soul. More later, when complete sentences become important again. Sigh.

Though it's nearly 11.30, I must wish you all good morning, because I've been up for all that long. All my awake time, though, has been devoted to creating the blog you now see before your eyes. I love the stars, they are beyond cool! Through the week, I'll be adding more "stuff" and a tagboard is in the ideas, though I'm looking for one without a thousand ads attached. More on last night. . .so, before adventures with the random street-jumping man, the boys and I knocked over (well, I wanted to, but the boys were feeling law-abiding last night) the Bedford Buy-Low. Anyways, we were the only three people in the store; we walked in together, walked around the store together, and walked to the check-out together. Should seem pretty obvious that we were there, um, TOGETHER, right? Apparently not. As I, the last person in the line, checked out, the woman looked at my groceries (which consisted of a bottle of milk, a mountain dew amp, and chocolate chip cookies) and then looked at Dean's, and then Mike's, who had purchased both beverages, but we didn't need three boxes of cookies, right? Mind you, we were talking the whole time, and doing together things, me and the boys, that is. She looks at me and says, "Huh, that's weird. The three of you bought almost the same thing. That never happens." I was struck mute. Does the inanity of that statement strike anyone else???? I don't know, maybe I'm just harsh on people. Check that. I am harsh on people, but I don't mind it, and I accept it when people treat me the same, though I try not to be dumb enough to where that's a problem. Phew. Hmm. . .need to do some reading today, and talk to my theatre partner to see when we can practice, though I'm not too worried about it. Also, if anyone has a blonde wig I can borrow, I'd appreciate it! Not telling you what for, though. Top secret and the like. I think we (me, Mike, Dean, maybe Matt, cuz he's off work) are going North today, because it seems like the thing to do. Perhaps we'll stumble across our own Brigadoon. I live with the hope that fairytales will come true, though I just can't make it happen. Sigh. Until later. Oh, by the way, check out the poem along the bottom. It's an original, and the first line is "ice against glass" so you can read it in order if you want. Actually, I might try to read it out of order and see what happens. Good poetic exercise.

Just got back from what turned into a mini roadtrip with Mike and Dean. Fun guys, those two. We started out to explore the backroads around B-town, and then we ended up in Bedford, where we participated in a high-speed chase! It rocked out, til we lost the cop car. Then we realized that we were in this creepy industrial area, and there were all these gates and big scary looking machines, so then, out of nowhere, this homeless guy jumps out into the middle of the road! At least, I thought he was homeless, cuz it was like 11.30 and he had the typical brown bag wrapped around a cheap bottle of malt liquor in hand, and this weird looking 80's style plaid jacket kinda thing on, ya know, the kind with the hood, and he was spouting off nonsense in some kind of non-language. Anyways, since he jumped out into the middle of the road, Dean had to swerve to miss him, right? So we ended up in this ditch, kinda sideways, and the wheels start spinning up mud. So Mike opens the door to get out of the car to go push, right, execpt the homeless guy is standing RIGHT OUTSIDE THE CAR, LOOKING AT US. So we had to sit there for a while with our milk and cookies while this guy just looked at us. Seriously, for like 20 minutes or something. He finally walked away, so Mike and Dean were able to push the car out of the ditch while I steered, but still, creepy stuff. What did you do tonight?

Good evening! Just got back from a family day, including a disappointing showing of Miss Saigon, which is a stellar musical, or was, at least, when I saw it ten years ago. Today, it was just. . .eh. The best review I can give it. On the plus side of the day, I am now in possession of THE COOLEST HAT EVER!!! It's a green and white knit tam (look it up, slackers) with the words Erin Go Bragh (means Ireland Forever, for my Gaelic-challenged readers) and some shamrocks on top, plus this cool freakin' lil white ball. If I golfed, this hat would never leave my head. As is, I've been wearing it all day. My new favorite thing. Had a talk with the boyfriend today, and he informed me that my group of friends and I in high school were cruel for sport. . .what do you think, boys, is he right? And even if we were, which I think we probably were, would we change it now that we know? I doubt it. Had some white wine from Oliver Winery, right here in B-town, last night, and it was really good. Kinda sweet, but very heady. Mmm. I feel classy when I drink wine, especially in sparkly wine glasses. My euchre partner and I kicked some ass at spades last night. . .please, someone invent a game that we can't dominate! :) Seriously though, we're pretty in tune card players, I think. Boyfriend is heading to Ireland in two weeks, I'm off to Virginia to visit my best girlfriend from high school. . .miss her beyond words, can't wait to be there. Might hunt for a former frat boy tonight, I hear he's in town, but I doubt I find him. That boy is quite the partier, and I just can't keep up! I try though, and he's a good coach for, um. . .contests. We'll rest it there. Well, didn't really have much to challenge you intellectually tonight, so I apologize. Perhaps it will come later tonight. Perhaps not.

Hmm. . .welcome, seekers of knowledge! I've been thinking about starting a blog for quite some time, as I have lots of things to say and no one particular to bombard with these thoughts. Expect posts several times daily, for those compulsive blog-readers out there. I hope that someone I don't know reads this blog and begins to read it daily. I did that, it was actually my first dip in the blogging pool, a girl by the name of Kensington. Very interesting to try to fill in the holes she left with my imagination. Until, alas, she ventured into the world of password protected blogging, and I see her thoughts no more. I brooded for a while, but I think I'm over it. So, the reason why I've decided to come here today is that I was party to many interesting conversations today, one in particular that left me feeling oddly satisfied yet disconcerted, and the other which simply ignited my "passionate nature" or so said the teacher. Good things first: in my wonderful analysis and criticism class, we were discussing Poe's short story The Purloined Letter, which is a very good story, though a bit verbose, as Poe tends to be, for those of you who haven't read him; also, a grasp on the French language is helpful, but not altogether important for reasons I am about to discuss. In the middle of a heated discussion about whether an implied phallus empowers or castrates a woman, Prof holds up a book and asks, in a quite serious voice, "What is this?"; English teachers are known for playing tricks, so wisely, no one answered. He asked again, "What am I holding?", and a brave student ventures, "A book." Exactly the answer Prof desired! Now again, "What does the word book mean?" We guessed and guessed, until someone says, "An idea." "Close!" cries Prof, "but really, a book is a word." Hmm. . .didn't we know that? Why is it when people ask us these questions we can never seem to answer them at the time, but looking back, the answer is so easy. He then places the book behind his back and explains that language is totally arbitrary, and is only used to describe the lack of something rather than the existence of it. Without lacking or wanting, language would not exist. Huh. Which is very very very important to the story, if you read it. You will feel a lacking, and wonder why. Go read it. Tell me why. On to Comparative Literature, which is a cleverly disguised major for people wanting to combine English and Religion. Drew, look into it, I beg you! Yes, I know you're reading. You are a blog addict! Book being discussed: The Dream of Scipio by Iain Pears. Read it. I'm a big advocate of literacy, which is why I'm glad you are here, reading these words I'm offering up to you. We both win. Anyways, this book is set up kind of like the movie The Hours in that is traverses time in order to show connections to three seemingly unrelated people in history through one particular event and/or item. Manuscripts and poetry, it appears in the case of this book. To the argument, then! Saint Sophia, who I think, though I could be wrong, is the patron saint of knowledge (heavy job!), appears as a central character is this book, and she is shown to be a very Greek character in both her manner of living and thinking. (Saint Benedict is alive and well and running around Europe at this time, to give you a frame) She does not have religion, but is more of a teacher of philosophy; her father was a student of Hypatia, and she picked up many of her ideals from him. At one point in the story, she urges her friend Manlius, who is a strict scholar and poet of the classical writers, and thus, as was in tune for that time, also has no religion, to take a bishoping position within the church. She tells him, "[Socrates] replied that he honored all the cities deities. . .Did he believe they were anything but stories, to comfort the unlettered and present the great ideas of the divine to the simple? Of course not, but as they were so believed, then he maintained a necessary decorum in public. . .[Manlius], worship the three gods of the Christians, the father, son and holy ghost. Make them the sacrifices they require (Pears 39-40)". A boy in my class takes this to mean that she does not understand Christianity, because she refers to deities, plural, instead of the one true God. Mind you, this teaching has not been introduced into the church yet at the time of this discourse. Kudos to Matt for that knowledge! Teacher agrees with Christian Boy, saying that we can't accept her as an authority because she has only studied religion from the outside, and not as a believer. Hmm, sounds to me like we're not gonna believe the woman just because she's not a practicing Christian. . .not a good thing, ladies and gents. No one in the class seemed upset that she was dismissing Classic Roman Polytheism as nothing more then stories, but whenever it applies to Christianity, we get all up in arms. Equal treatment, that's all I'm asking for. . .now mind you, this is not a religion class, but a literature class, so I have a right to demand this equality. That's all on that topic for now. It seems I had a lot of pent-up words to write, so if you, faithful reader, have made it this far, then congratulations. I will bore you no longer today, or at least, right now, today, because I'm going to a movie and making some supper. Until next time!