As many of you know, my roommate Dyan and I really like Borat. For those of you who dont know who/what Borat is, look him up on Youtube. We named our plants Borat, Natalia, and Tisché (if you read my last blog, you'd already know that).
This amazing movie is set to come out in theatres Nov. the 3rd. We were so excited that a few days ago, we wrote "Nov. 3. It's going to be NIIICE!" on our window in large white letters with window chalk. We were just announcing to the world that Borat was coming out soon.
I came back to my room tonight and Dyan informed me that we had to either add more of an explaination to our window, such as "movie fun" or we could clean the writing off our window. Apparently, girls had been worried, confused, stupid and asked the dean's and RA's what was going on on Nov. the 3rd. There were rumors of bomb threats even.
Our window was even brought up in tonite's RA meeting. Insane.
Easy people, you just need to be a little more aware of pop culture. It's not a bomb. Suggested ammendments to the window included: Borat Movie, Nov. 3, It's gonna be nice" or my personal favourite, "Bitch Please! It's a Movie!"
Friday, October 27, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Earth Friendly
As some of you may know already, my room is green and brown and tan. It's a relaxing change from what my room was last school year. I'll be honest. I'm not a big purple fan. (apologies to my x... Roommate that is..) This year, things are better. My room makes me feel good. I recently made a rather extensive pillow/throw purchase to re-vamp my bed into a gorgeous day bed/lounge area. It's so hot.
I have mentioned in a previous blog that I would like to try my thumbs out on gardening. I took a big step tonite at 10:30. Yes, I hit up walmart and bought a rather handsome plant that turned out to be three small plants. Other items purchased include premium potting soil, and another pot.
I re-planted them on the picknic tables in front of the College Store. If you find to you dismay that there is a pile of dirt where you'd like to study, I'm sorry. It's dirt. It happens. Ah the smell of soil.. dusty and light. A great experience. Hopefully Tisché, Natalia and Borat survive. (dyan and I have named them already!!!) Stay tuned for photos.
I have mentioned in a previous blog that I would like to try my thumbs out on gardening. I took a big step tonite at 10:30. Yes, I hit up walmart and bought a rather handsome plant that turned out to be three small plants. Other items purchased include premium potting soil, and another pot.
I re-planted them on the picknic tables in front of the College Store. If you find to you dismay that there is a pile of dirt where you'd like to study, I'm sorry. It's dirt. It happens. Ah the smell of soil.. dusty and light. A great experience. Hopefully Tisché, Natalia and Borat survive. (dyan and I have named them already!!!) Stay tuned for photos.
Sunday, October 8, 2006
Backstabber
Yes. I am a loser. I lost my I.D. card already. I know it is ONLY the second week of school. Some how I managed it. Oh well. I'll at least have a better picture, whereas my last one was me running with my mouth open past the camera on my way to buy books for my first class...I'd like to take the time to point out that it was not an attractive portrait of who I am at all. (Please see the MASK for a more attractive portrayal).
Losing my I.D. card means that I can't get into my room at all... so last night when I came home (aka dorm) at 2:30 a.m. I realized that I couldnt get in my room. I called front desk thinking that one of the deans (who was just there when I walked in) would come up and unlock my door.
Apparently not. I guess it was necessary to call my poor sleeping R.A. to unlock my door instead of taking the elevator one floor up. Shame. Oh well, I guess that's what you get for showing up the rest of us with your goody-tooshoed-ness and getting to be an R.A. I guess I'm either too much of a free spirit, or the deans just think I'm a badass. Whatever. I thought it would have been a decent way to earn some money out of my already sleep deprived nights.
One dean here in particular reminds me of ... a snake? She (ok, i'm getting real specific here with the gender, see if you can guess who...) can be so nice to your face, and then just turns around and stabs you in the back... kind of like what I'm doing to her right now... Ok... bad blog topic.
I apologize for any deans who may or may not have read this but are just offended in general with who I am. I'm sorry and goodmorning.
Losing my I.D. card means that I can't get into my room at all... so last night when I came home (aka dorm) at 2:30 a.m. I realized that I couldnt get in my room. I called front desk thinking that one of the deans (who was just there when I walked in) would come up and unlock my door.
Apparently not. I guess it was necessary to call my poor sleeping R.A. to unlock my door instead of taking the elevator one floor up. Shame. Oh well, I guess that's what you get for showing up the rest of us with your goody-tooshoed-ness and getting to be an R.A. I guess I'm either too much of a free spirit, or the deans just think I'm a badass. Whatever. I thought it would have been a decent way to earn some money out of my already sleep deprived nights.
One dean here in particular reminds me of ... a snake? She (ok, i'm getting real specific here with the gender, see if you can guess who...) can be so nice to your face, and then just turns around and stabs you in the back... kind of like what I'm doing to her right now... Ok... bad blog topic.
I apologize for any deans who may or may not have read this but are just offended in general with who I am. I'm sorry and goodmorning.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Rain and Sparks
Sitting here in my frigid dorm room facing college ave, I find myself missing my summer roommate. Kaskade's 'It's You, It's Me' blairs from a trendy looking iMac G5. Cars pass by. It's getting dark and a little drizzle is falling. Coldplay's 'Sparks' comes on and takes me away. I could daydream all day in my room. My view is gorgeous, perfectly chosen. The rain and smooth, mellow sounds make me a little lonely. I realize I havent seen my family in ages. I am surrounded by a large number of friends even though school hasnt started, but I still miss my family.
Seven years ago, I would never have imagined myself where I am now. I hated my family, the world, and never suspected that I'd have ended up here, at WWC. From that to this. It's funny how things turn out... and how others dont. Going to Southern for a year. How did I even end up there? I haven't a clue.
My room is missing plants. I'm thinking about getting some dirt from a flowerbed outside, putting it in my empty little russian flowerpot. As far as buying a plant, I am not going to buy one. There's plenty already here in the dorm. I'll steal half a plant that's ready to be repotted, and put it in my room. I hope I have a green thumb still. I was quite the little gardener as a child.
I have early memories of playing in a garden while we still lived in Germany. We had pumpkin plants and pumpkin pie eventually. My dad is kind of a hippie. He has a green thumb and he used to find vacant lots around town and start his own gardens there. I used to think it was a bad idea and get embarassed. We had no gardening space back then, and it was a great idea. I kind of want to do that here in Walla Walla if I end up staying here next summer. Living in the dorm, I have no gardening space and it seems like a relaxing hobby. Who knows. I can make College Place a greener place!
We'll see if it actually happens.
ciao.
Seven years ago, I would never have imagined myself where I am now. I hated my family, the world, and never suspected that I'd have ended up here, at WWC. From that to this. It's funny how things turn out... and how others dont. Going to Southern for a year. How did I even end up there? I haven't a clue.
My room is missing plants. I'm thinking about getting some dirt from a flowerbed outside, putting it in my empty little russian flowerpot. As far as buying a plant, I am not going to buy one. There's plenty already here in the dorm. I'll steal half a plant that's ready to be repotted, and put it in my room. I hope I have a green thumb still. I was quite the little gardener as a child.
I have early memories of playing in a garden while we still lived in Germany. We had pumpkin plants and pumpkin pie eventually. My dad is kind of a hippie. He has a green thumb and he used to find vacant lots around town and start his own gardens there. I used to think it was a bad idea and get embarassed. We had no gardening space back then, and it was a great idea. I kind of want to do that here in Walla Walla if I end up staying here next summer. Living in the dorm, I have no gardening space and it seems like a relaxing hobby. Who knows. I can make College Place a greener place!
We'll see if it actually happens.
ciao.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Hot Show
Yes. I saw what i can only believe was a street hooker. Actually she was probably an "entertainer." She was standing on the corner of 39th and Hawthorne in black lingeree, heels and fishnets, all while talking to a few people. Awesome "I know I'm in portland when... " moment.
Anyways, that's not the "hot show" I was speaking of. This last Saturday, my long-time side-kick Natalie Joy Crosby turned the epic age of 21. To celebrate, Kacey and I drove to Portland and crashed at Nan's dad's house. (Amazing house 2 blocks off hawthorne, I'm planning to buy it in like 10 years... it has a sunroom, hardwood floors...awesome front porch, i'm in love! Actually, it probably wont happen...) Saturday we slept in and... shame of all shames... we didnt attend church. Instead we went to fred meyers to get waffles + Nutella... we had no food to speak of, so it was justified. I'm sure of it. Positively sure.
The amazing show was at the Crystal Ballroom. This last weekend, musicfest Nw was going down in Portland. There were great shows everywhere. Smoosh (two 14 year old looking girls with amazing skills played. They had great baselines, and good beats. The girl on the drums was pretty much the runner up to my hero of the night. Next, a band that I didnt catch the name of. they were good, reminiscent of coldplay, a little darker, but similiar vox.
Then, this blonde guy took the stage with nothing but a guitar and a boom box. I thought he was a complete joke, until i recognized half of what he was playing. Turns out, he is the front man of Spoon. Amazing band. look 'em up if you havent already. He now lives in Portland, and is loving it.
Ok. The most amazing band of the evening: the helio sequence.
I cant even begin to describe their greatness. natalie gave me their cd, and i thought they were okay, but now i have a new appreciation for them. The drummer was amazing. Such enthusiasm, feeling, and turns out he's modest mouse's drummmer too, Benjamin Weikel. Amazing guy. The vocals were shouted, but the amazing space-vibe wailings of ... gosh, I dont now what it came from, but it was amazing... were spine chillingly beautiful. The lead singer/guitarist, brandon summers seemed contained. Calm almost, as he swaggered around the stage, spouting off vox and amazing riffs. In short, I loved it and I cant describe it. For more, go to www.myspace.com/theheliosequence.
That is all.
Anyways, that's not the "hot show" I was speaking of. This last Saturday, my long-time side-kick Natalie Joy Crosby turned the epic age of 21. To celebrate, Kacey and I drove to Portland and crashed at Nan's dad's house. (Amazing house 2 blocks off hawthorne, I'm planning to buy it in like 10 years... it has a sunroom, hardwood floors...awesome front porch, i'm in love! Actually, it probably wont happen...) Saturday we slept in and... shame of all shames... we didnt attend church. Instead we went to fred meyers to get waffles + Nutella... we had no food to speak of, so it was justified. I'm sure of it. Positively sure.
The amazing show was at the Crystal Ballroom. This last weekend, musicfest Nw was going down in Portland. There were great shows everywhere. Smoosh (two 14 year old looking girls with amazing skills played. They had great baselines, and good beats. The girl on the drums was pretty much the runner up to my hero of the night. Next, a band that I didnt catch the name of. they were good, reminiscent of coldplay, a little darker, but similiar vox.
Then, this blonde guy took the stage with nothing but a guitar and a boom box. I thought he was a complete joke, until i recognized half of what he was playing. Turns out, he is the front man of Spoon. Amazing band. look 'em up if you havent already. He now lives in Portland, and is loving it.
Ok. The most amazing band of the evening: the helio sequence.
I cant even begin to describe their greatness. natalie gave me their cd, and i thought they were okay, but now i have a new appreciation for them. The drummer was amazing. Such enthusiasm, feeling, and turns out he's modest mouse's drummmer too, Benjamin Weikel. Amazing guy. The vocals were shouted, but the amazing space-vibe wailings of ... gosh, I dont now what it came from, but it was amazing... were spine chillingly beautiful. The lead singer/guitarist, brandon summers seemed contained. Calm almost, as he swaggered around the stage, spouting off vox and amazing riffs. In short, I loved it and I cant describe it. For more, go to www.myspace.com/theheliosequence.
That is all.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Speak Up
People don't communicate. I used to think that it was only guys that had communication issues. Typical stereotype. I have met some men very good at communicating what they wanted. The typical person doesn't have the courage to just speak up for themselves. I began to wonder, why is it that people don't just speak up?
After some recent 'field research' I've determined why no one will speak up. Nobody knows what they really want in life, what their passion is. They arent passionate about their lives. They dont realize that, ultimately, they make the decision where their life goes. Figuring out what you're passionate about is a step in the right direction.
After some recent 'field research' I've determined why no one will speak up. Nobody knows what they really want in life, what their passion is. They arent passionate about their lives. They dont realize that, ultimately, they make the decision where their life goes. Figuring out what you're passionate about is a step in the right direction.
Monday, August 7, 2006
Emo Anorexia
After contemplating how to spend our Saturday night, Natalie, Kacey and I decided upon some local "Battle of the Bands" being hosted by that new coffee/art house VERVE. Sounded cool, but as can be expected, it turned out to be a bunch of emo teens, mostly ranging in age from 13 (shocking!) to at the most, 17.
After standing around on the sidelines, debating whether or not to leave and do something better with my time, we spotted a familiar face. Yes, it was the attractive/super-cool guy who waited on my friends and I at our usual Friday ladies lunch. We (meaning I) decided to stay. There were super cool kids there, but it wasn't as much fun, because we couldn't say they were hot. Come on, they weren't even legal. (Not that they need be [we don't do those sort of things]) (too many parentheses).
Perusing all of the teens that were out, we noticed a trend in the guys clothing. Very tight black jeans, reminiscent of 'My Chemical Romance'. Natalie and I decided that we need to be able to wear pants such as these at least once. To be emo posers for just one day. To do so, both of us need to become anorexic. Thus, the birth of the Emo-Anorex Diet.
The plan is to eat nothing, and then after we become deathly/skeletally thin, we will wear our emo pants for one day. Soon after, we will eat only fruits and veggies, hopefully to regain our health/become a bit more normal. (I'd like to point out that we are not actually going to do this, it was just a scheme, the product of not enough to do on a Saturday night). Hint-hint!!!
After standing around on the sidelines, debating whether or not to leave and do something better with my time, we spotted a familiar face. Yes, it was the attractive/super-cool guy who waited on my friends and I at our usual Friday ladies lunch. We (meaning I) decided to stay. There were super cool kids there, but it wasn't as much fun, because we couldn't say they were hot. Come on, they weren't even legal. (Not that they need be [we don't do those sort of things]) (too many parentheses).
Perusing all of the teens that were out, we noticed a trend in the guys clothing. Very tight black jeans, reminiscent of 'My Chemical Romance'. Natalie and I decided that we need to be able to wear pants such as these at least once. To be emo posers for just one day. To do so, both of us need to become anorexic. Thus, the birth of the Emo-Anorex Diet.
The plan is to eat nothing, and then after we become deathly/skeletally thin, we will wear our emo pants for one day. Soon after, we will eat only fruits and veggies, hopefully to regain our health/become a bit more normal. (I'd like to point out that we are not actually going to do this, it was just a scheme, the product of not enough to do on a Saturday night). Hint-hint!!!
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