Eh..HEM
No, that is not me trying to get your attention, that is me trying to clear my throat. I have a really annoying cold that WON"T GO AWAY! I got it last week, and then I thought I was over it, and now it's back with a vengence. I coudln't sleep at ALL last night cause I was so chilled, and so stuffed up and so coughing. I bough better medicines for tonight I think. I think I'm in the final stages....but I'd like to kick it out. My cold doesn't pay rent, and it isn't a welcome houseguest.
Rachel had one before me, and she is still in the coughing stages, even though the major part of the cold is gone for her now. I have been drinking lots of juice, and plenty of water, and hot cocoa (hey, it makes ME feel better) and hot cider and hot tea, and taking my vitamins, so now it's just a matter of time. Still, I'd like to know where the battle horn for raising the white blood cells and T-cells is. Nae, any ideas? I think gollum stole it. Or maybe one of the fighting Uruk-hai broke it. Maybe Denethor is staring at it in his White City now, thinking it is the horn of Gondor that his dear Boromir carried, all the while it's just the broken horn of a college student who can't rouse her white blood cells into action. Without my horn, who then will come to my aid?
I went grocerying this evening, and remembered to buy more hot cider and orange juice, but forgot the chicken soup. I will have to nourish myself with something other than the "perscribed medicines for cold". Mayhap some noodles, or...Potato and Ham chowder--even if it doesn't sound like a good soup to Katie. It will have to do. Unless of course there are people in internetland who want to travel to middle earth, steal my horn back, and bring it here--along with chicken soup--to help this heroine get better.
Or maybe...I just need the King. After all, the hand of a healer are the hands of the King, or so Ioreth the healer would tell us. Where is the King of Gondor when you need him?
Monday, September 29, 2003
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Ice caves
Had another dream last night--two actually, but the details of the second one are too sparce to write down. I was on a grand adventure (I seem to be doing this a lot lately...maybe I'm being told something) I was climbing down a cliff, and when I got to the bottom, and had walked away from it a ways and looked back up, I noticed that I was really climbing down a giant carving in the cliff (aka my handholds were outlines of things). It was like the Argoneth or a giant carved Tapestry from the middle ages. There were people carrying things and leading animals and a war scene and in the top scene there was the King. I kept walking, next to a river by the cliffs and I looked at another cliff carving, and this was was intricate geometric designs. Someone was at the top, one of my companions, and I wanted to take a picture with them on top to get scale. So I aimed the camera that magically appeared in my hands, and I was about to take the picture when the person jumped. Now, these things are about 1000 feet tall or so, many heights of man, way more than any building, save perhaps the sears tower. But my companion jumped just as I took the picture, and I watched them move out of my shudder range just before I snapped the pic. I was ok with it though, aparently this person can jump that far and not be hurt, I could too, I guess, but I enjoyed climbing. My companion...I don't know if they were male or female, though I suspect male, and all in black, with a trench coat thing happening. Still it was more "vampire movie" than "matrix movie" Then we walked along the river and eventually got into an boat. The boat looked very much like an elven boat from Lorien, but it was made of ice. It sailed itself down this river, whick looked much like the River Anduin from the Fellowship of the ring. At some point we got out of the boat to swim. The water was very clear, and of a blue green color, and very, very cold. Colder than Lake Michigan, yet it was a cleaner-almost sterile cold. Where the lake feels more...Organic. I don't know how to describe that, it's just what came to mind. So we swam, and we were more in an underground now. IT was man made, with tile, but looked like a giant room under a temple or something. At the end was a grand pool, and many steps that led out of the water into this room under the temple or great building of some sort. I got out of the water there, and woke up.
Had another dream last night--two actually, but the details of the second one are too sparce to write down. I was on a grand adventure (I seem to be doing this a lot lately...maybe I'm being told something) I was climbing down a cliff, and when I got to the bottom, and had walked away from it a ways and looked back up, I noticed that I was really climbing down a giant carving in the cliff (aka my handholds were outlines of things). It was like the Argoneth or a giant carved Tapestry from the middle ages. There were people carrying things and leading animals and a war scene and in the top scene there was the King. I kept walking, next to a river by the cliffs and I looked at another cliff carving, and this was was intricate geometric designs. Someone was at the top, one of my companions, and I wanted to take a picture with them on top to get scale. So I aimed the camera that magically appeared in my hands, and I was about to take the picture when the person jumped. Now, these things are about 1000 feet tall or so, many heights of man, way more than any building, save perhaps the sears tower. But my companion jumped just as I took the picture, and I watched them move out of my shudder range just before I snapped the pic. I was ok with it though, aparently this person can jump that far and not be hurt, I could too, I guess, but I enjoyed climbing. My companion...I don't know if they were male or female, though I suspect male, and all in black, with a trench coat thing happening. Still it was more "vampire movie" than "matrix movie" Then we walked along the river and eventually got into an boat. The boat looked very much like an elven boat from Lorien, but it was made of ice. It sailed itself down this river, whick looked much like the River Anduin from the Fellowship of the ring. At some point we got out of the boat to swim. The water was very clear, and of a blue green color, and very, very cold. Colder than Lake Michigan, yet it was a cleaner-almost sterile cold. Where the lake feels more...Organic. I don't know how to describe that, it's just what came to mind. So we swam, and we were more in an underground now. IT was man made, with tile, but looked like a giant room under a temple or something. At the end was a grand pool, and many steps that led out of the water into this room under the temple or great building of some sort. I got out of the water there, and woke up.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Blustery Day
Today it is very windy. I'm thinking it just started raining too, and it wasn't supposed to, but my window is getting wet and there isn't a sprinkler in the neighborhood that can reach the third story flat we live in. I just about was blown away by the wind as it fought with trees and buildings and I think just blew to show what a mighty wind it was. It's getting colder now, really starting to feel like fall. Today I relearned taht sweaters have holes in them, and sweatshirts don't. Note to self: wear a sweatshirt next time.
Last night I had a really strange dream. Part of it was Mark and another guy getting in the wrestling match, adn then I got involved and my cellphone face cracked. I don't remember why this happened, and only remember being mad i cracked my cellphone. Then later in the dream, I took the Circulator bus (the little busses we have on campus that go around east bank or st paul) to Wales (yes, the country...don't ask how the bus got there, I'm not sure myself). I took it to the bus stop by the train station in Bangor, and I wanted to get to Caenarfon (which is kinda pronounced (can-a-rvOn long O) took a while to get that one right. Anyway, I had to run to this other bus stop, and I wanted the 'H' bus, but it wasn't going that day (it was saturday) so I ran to catch the B bus, which went somewhere else, and I was bemoaning the fact that I couldn't stay at Trodder's , and would have to find somewhere in Bangor. Then I realized that the bus I was on, the "B" (these have nothing really to do with the actual busses in wales, not even the right letters/numbers) was taking me to chicago and to a giant "El/bus combo station" where I had to meet my parents at their hotel after changing to a train, and tell them why I was late, which somehow tied back to the being over at some random wood grained apt. room and watching mark and some other random person wrestle. Like I said...strange.
Today it is very windy. I'm thinking it just started raining too, and it wasn't supposed to, but my window is getting wet and there isn't a sprinkler in the neighborhood that can reach the third story flat we live in. I just about was blown away by the wind as it fought with trees and buildings and I think just blew to show what a mighty wind it was. It's getting colder now, really starting to feel like fall. Today I relearned taht sweaters have holes in them, and sweatshirts don't. Note to self: wear a sweatshirt next time.
Last night I had a really strange dream. Part of it was Mark and another guy getting in the wrestling match, adn then I got involved and my cellphone face cracked. I don't remember why this happened, and only remember being mad i cracked my cellphone. Then later in the dream, I took the Circulator bus (the little busses we have on campus that go around east bank or st paul) to Wales (yes, the country...don't ask how the bus got there, I'm not sure myself). I took it to the bus stop by the train station in Bangor, and I wanted to get to Caenarfon (which is kinda pronounced (can-a-rvOn long O) took a while to get that one right. Anyway, I had to run to this other bus stop, and I wanted the 'H' bus, but it wasn't going that day (it was saturday) so I ran to catch the B bus, which went somewhere else, and I was bemoaning the fact that I couldn't stay at Trodder's , and would have to find somewhere in Bangor. Then I realized that the bus I was on, the "B" (these have nothing really to do with the actual busses in wales, not even the right letters/numbers) was taking me to chicago and to a giant "El/bus combo station" where I had to meet my parents at their hotel after changing to a train, and tell them why I was late, which somehow tied back to the being over at some random wood grained apt. room and watching mark and some other random person wrestle. Like I said...strange.
Friday, September 19, 2003
Today Prime Minister, Tomorrow...
Head of the entire class? Yeah, in my Poli/sci class we did an excercise where we had to run for office and then, since I ran for a legislative type position, and I'm calling our legislative body parliment, cause I can, and I was "speaker of the house" for my "parliment" that makes me Prime Minister! Call it creative license, or maybe political license, heaven knows most political leaders try to bite off more than they are allowed to chew. But I didn't. I was a good prime minister, I kept order, yelled at the interlopers, and got a decent immigration policy passed through in our 20 minute 'legislative session'. It kept most of what I wanted--I mean--what was good for the people, and made all the (5) political parties of Trumania happy...ok, only 4. There was this whole gripe about actually having Trumanian blood. But we couldn't have that. That's...well....yeah.
At one point, I got a bit snippish with the TA. She kept interupting my legislating team to ask if people from the class could immigrate to my--errr--our country. I got the vote to say yes. After all, more citizens means more people trying to find work and out of our recession...well, there is a bit more complexity there, and it also involves Beer--but that is another story. So, I told her to stop interupting...so did some of my other parlimentary members. SHe told us in real life interuptions happen all the time. I told her that In real life we'd table it to the next legislative session.
I decided I make a great world leader, even if I am only head of a fake government in one third of a class. You have to start somewhere, right?
Head of the entire class? Yeah, in my Poli/sci class we did an excercise where we had to run for office and then, since I ran for a legislative type position, and I'm calling our legislative body parliment, cause I can, and I was "speaker of the house" for my "parliment" that makes me Prime Minister! Call it creative license, or maybe political license, heaven knows most political leaders try to bite off more than they are allowed to chew. But I didn't. I was a good prime minister, I kept order, yelled at the interlopers, and got a decent immigration policy passed through in our 20 minute 'legislative session'. It kept most of what I wanted--I mean--what was good for the people, and made all the (5) political parties of Trumania happy...ok, only 4. There was this whole gripe about actually having Trumanian blood. But we couldn't have that. That's...well....yeah.
At one point, I got a bit snippish with the TA. She kept interupting my legislating team to ask if people from the class could immigrate to my--errr--our country. I got the vote to say yes. After all, more citizens means more people trying to find work and out of our recession...well, there is a bit more complexity there, and it also involves Beer--but that is another story. So, I told her to stop interupting...so did some of my other parlimentary members. SHe told us in real life interuptions happen all the time. I told her that In real life we'd table it to the next legislative session.
I decided I make a great world leader, even if I am only head of a fake government in one third of a class. You have to start somewhere, right?
Monday, September 15, 2003
"She's Everything to me, I'll bet she's 23"
That would be a lyric from a little ditty called Candycane by Down and Above. Always was one of my fav dancing-to-and sing-alonging-to songs. Yup, this weekend I turned 23. It's a bit odd, I don't feel older--other than the sense of impending doom that nags whenever I think of that life-after-school thing. I chilled with Katie and Chris and Lance for my b-day. Friday night Katie, Lance and I had chicken and fried potatoes and steamed veggies for dinner before having a few drinks and watching Superman, which Chris joined us for. Then it was a late night to bed. I took a benadryl for my snuffy nose and was promptly groggy and fast asleep at the same time! Saturday was for a bit of shopping and then it was out to eat to Old Chicago and then to watch Count of Monte Christo with Chris and Katie. Then sunday I watched the Packer game --GO PACKERS (yay for beating the Lions) -- and then I want to dinner with Katie and Chris before Katie went home again. All in all a good weekend. I was pleased.
Now, for the pleasure of all who read, here are the lyrics to Candycane
Bare feet in the grass she watches as I pass
I turn around, she looks away
Twinkle in her eye the color of the sky
I want to wrap myself around her
She's everything to me
I'll bet she's 23
I know that she's the one
Can't live without you dream about you all my life
Dancing in the rain and licking a candycane
I just can't walk away
Daisies in her hair, laughs without a care
I think she's beautiful
(you can listen to other dna songs here
That would be a lyric from a little ditty called Candycane by Down and Above. Always was one of my fav dancing-to-and sing-alonging-to songs. Yup, this weekend I turned 23. It's a bit odd, I don't feel older--other than the sense of impending doom that nags whenever I think of that life-after-school thing. I chilled with Katie and Chris and Lance for my b-day. Friday night Katie, Lance and I had chicken and fried potatoes and steamed veggies for dinner before having a few drinks and watching Superman, which Chris joined us for. Then it was a late night to bed. I took a benadryl for my snuffy nose and was promptly groggy and fast asleep at the same time! Saturday was for a bit of shopping and then it was out to eat to Old Chicago and then to watch Count of Monte Christo with Chris and Katie. Then sunday I watched the Packer game --GO PACKERS (yay for beating the Lions) -- and then I want to dinner with Katie and Chris before Katie went home again. All in all a good weekend. I was pleased.
Now, for the pleasure of all who read, here are the lyrics to Candycane
Bare feet in the grass she watches as I pass
I turn around, she looks away
Twinkle in her eye the color of the sky
I want to wrap myself around her
She's everything to me
I'll bet she's 23
I know that she's the one
Can't live without you dream about you all my life
Dancing in the rain and licking a candycane
I just can't walk away
Daisies in her hair, laughs without a care
I think she's beautiful
(you can listen to other dna songs here
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
I'm a great 'Holder-of-the-Rod'
And I'm great at reading instruments! I had my first Surveying and Mapping lab today, all about leveling. Let me tell you, after 2.5 hours out in the sun, we were pretty good at leveling. First I held the rod. A nice stick that is 7.35 feet tall, but doubles, and walked about campus being cute. Many people stopped to ask the obivous, "are you surveying something". Funny-"no I'm holding this stick becuase I like to know how tall things are....in the middle of a field" Then I got to record things in my new, orange, field notebook. Lastly, I got to play with the instrument, and level it and read the nice rod that one of my lab partners was now holding. We did the same route (well close) three times, each taking a role. We were only off by 3 hundreths of a foot (about 3/8 of an inch)--we're pretty rockin for our first try. I think I'm gonna like that class!
And I'm great at reading instruments! I had my first Surveying and Mapping lab today, all about leveling. Let me tell you, after 2.5 hours out in the sun, we were pretty good at leveling. First I held the rod. A nice stick that is 7.35 feet tall, but doubles, and walked about campus being cute. Many people stopped to ask the obivous, "are you surveying something". Funny-"no I'm holding this stick becuase I like to know how tall things are....in the middle of a field" Then I got to record things in my new, orange, field notebook. Lastly, I got to play with the instrument, and level it and read the nice rod that one of my lab partners was now holding. We did the same route (well close) three times, each taking a role. We were only off by 3 hundreths of a foot (about 3/8 of an inch)--we're pretty rockin for our first try. I think I'm gonna like that class!
Monday, September 08, 2003
Heat Wave
There are better things to have waves of than heat you know. I like wave pools, and waves of knowledge or creativity. *sigh* School is now in full swing. I have assignments due and tests this week already. I finally broke down and just bought the course packet for one of my classes. It waas 78 dollars so I was going to use reserve and not pay for it, but at the same time, It was more inconvienent to do my homework on the little time I had between classes going to the library,checking it out, and reading it, than it was to pay for the packet and bring it home. I have to type the homework tonight and then hopefully use my roommate's computer to print it since my printer is still broken. Grrr. Anyway, I have lots of homework to do tonight, and none of it that I want to do, well-practicing my punches for self defense is always fun. Good frustration releaser.
I know I havne't posted much lately, and i mean to remedy that--soon, for now though I am going to get back to work.
There are better things to have waves of than heat you know. I like wave pools, and waves of knowledge or creativity. *sigh* School is now in full swing. I have assignments due and tests this week already. I finally broke down and just bought the course packet for one of my classes. It waas 78 dollars so I was going to use reserve and not pay for it, but at the same time, It was more inconvienent to do my homework on the little time I had between classes going to the library,checking it out, and reading it, than it was to pay for the packet and bring it home. I have to type the homework tonight and then hopefully use my roommate's computer to print it since my printer is still broken. Grrr. Anyway, I have lots of homework to do tonight, and none of it that I want to do, well-practicing my punches for self defense is always fun. Good frustration releaser.
I know I havne't posted much lately, and i mean to remedy that--soon, for now though I am going to get back to work.
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Monday, September 01, 2003
School Days, School Days
Today is labor day, which means that tomorrow is the first day of school. I don't even get to ease into it. I have to go to class from 9AM to 9PM. SUCK! I have self defence, politics in the changing world, surveying and mapping, and rise in civilization. There are a few breaks in there, but for the most part, I have to be on campus the whole day. I may try to swing comign home, but I'm not sure about that whole first day and not being late thing. I should be a good girl this semester, no skipping class, and paying attention in class too :) I'll be working Monday, Tuesday and Friday. Hopefully I have time for fun, and now-to bed in preparation for the new semester!
Today is labor day, which means that tomorrow is the first day of school. I don't even get to ease into it. I have to go to class from 9AM to 9PM. SUCK! I have self defence, politics in the changing world, surveying and mapping, and rise in civilization. There are a few breaks in there, but for the most part, I have to be on campus the whole day. I may try to swing comign home, but I'm not sure about that whole first day and not being late thing. I should be a good girl this semester, no skipping class, and paying attention in class too :) I'll be working Monday, Tuesday and Friday. Hopefully I have time for fun, and now-to bed in preparation for the new semester!
