Not An Enema?( ! )

Ewey. (for all of you concerned readers, no this post is not about enemas- I stole the title from the ever-so-ingenious mix CD I listened to while writing this.)

Captain's Log, Stardate: Nov. 29, 2005
Second day of late-night paper writing sessions this week. Hope to continue the pace through Friday, when the assignments will decrease in volume and pressure. Morale is somewhat low amongst the others in the lab. Must remember to monitor A. Grutter for signs of fatigue and/or derangement. T. Ferrant demonstrates high degree of stability under these conditions.

Resources are running low- it will soon be necessary to find other sources of caffeine, if carbonated beverages are not replenished.

Sporadic activity on the preferred instant messaging system has been observed, results inconclusive.

More as the study progresses.

Consider It a Lesson Well Learned...

I think being at Ave (more than anything else) has taught me that some people like to shove a stick up their ass to make up for the spine they don't have. To be perfectly honest, I do love it here, and I hold the education I've received as invaluable; I frankly am not even particularly misanthropic where the college is concerned right now. (Although I will be the first to admit a certain degree of ambivalence at times). But it has recently come to my attention that two of the problems here most worthy of reprimand are [1] that certain members of the community have difficulty relating to others in an appropriate manner, respecting the gift of the human person and remaining charitably considerate of this relationship, and [2] that many of the students (although not necessarily through any fault of their own) severely lack the confidence to see the truth for themselves and stand up for it in the face of opposition.

As a great and worthy philosopher once said, "Cowboy up and grow some balls."

That being said, I'm discouragingly busy this week, with a massive number of pages to write (and even research before the writing can begin). It is this time of year which frequently begs the question, "Can I be done yet?"

Which I suppose does little except motivate me to procrastinate by pursuing happiness for myself and others until I have no other choice but to finish the assignment and pray that by the time I have to turn it in, I've at least been writing in a consistent language the entire time. If we're lucky, I'll be able to to this by the end of the week.

I'm a Terrible Friend

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

now get the crap off my arm.

Where Is Your God Now?

Take that, Corie.

Behold, the power of Bruce Campbell's Chin. This is my boomstick.

Fogged Up Contact Lenses

For those of you familiar with staying up late, you'll recognize this all-to-common symptom of keeping your eyes open too long: the rebellious contact lens. I begin experiencing this fairly early on in the night, although for various reasons I procrastinate in actually remedying the situation- like a severe lack of motivation to walk all the way upstairs to where my glasses are. Especially when my legs are so sore from kicking my butt on the dance floor on Saturday. (Literally???) Maybe I should get implants.
I live for this kind of thing.

But luckily, friends are always willing to encourage me when I have to push myself so hard to get my work done:
HighlandsGirl83: good night!
HighlandsGirl83: sleep well
HighlandsGirl83: get some sleep when you do get the chance you weirdo
HighlandsGirl83: I can't massage you all the time!
HighlandsGirl83: what do you want?
HighlandsGirl83: Mary Poppins
HighlandsGirl83: I mean that would be cool
HighlandsGirl83: but I don't think we can afford her

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEGGIE-BEAR!!!!!!!!

And for those of you studying for the Purgatory test: orthodoxy isn't everything.

g'night, folks!

Cabin Fever, Fear of Change, and Professorial Nutjobs

It has recently come to my attention (through strict observation) that a strange phenomena at Ave Maria College results in the following equation:

given that 1 day<>
and that average student income < $500/month

(small populus)/(limited campus area) + (psychotic authority figures + large amounts of homework) - (steady drug supply + extracurricular activities) + (-food) = neurotic tendencies and eventual nervous breakdown

Thank you, Corwin, for providing such endless entertainment this week with Project: Daybringer. Methinks we all need something beyond classes and transfer applications to worry about in our times of high stress. Distractions, I've found, are somewhat necessary. And for all of you who depend upon late-night dining for study-time maintenance, I recommend you look into your local Coney Island.

Kel: sorry I neglected you in my previous post. my only possible way of making it up to you at this point is by increasing traffic on your xanga. Oh, and maybe inviting you all to a dance this saturday??

Everyone else: yeah, I know you were looking forward to a better post the other day, but my only defense is that I was way behind on my paper and blogger hates me too much to allow me to post pictures for some reason. not my fault.

Sugar, We're Goin' Down

Well, things aren't progressing so well with the paper, so in the interest of time, I've decided to give you some highlights from my friends AIM profiles:


Courtesy of Lillie:
LILLIE! STOP PUTTING CHEESE ON THE DOG! -Mom

Why the guidance wing thinks I'm "suicidal", ala my essay for Dr. Love:
"Because of proportionate equality, there are no fixed and unchanging sentences for individualized crimes. For example, when a student is found guilty of murdering her theology teacher, corporal punishment is not immediately hoisted upon her. Instead, a jury looks at the circumstances of her act of murder (which may involve being bored to insanity during a class-thus causing the student lose all rational thought and then proceeding to chop her teacher into small pieces and store his body in a Wednesday Box) and decide that she was acting upon the heat of the moment and upon insanity, and may instead put her on parole with heavy guidance."

Courtesy of Miguel:
Ninja, Ninja, RAP! Ninja, Ninja, RAP! GO GO GO GO!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO: Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO: Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
GO GO GO GO!


"yeah [thanksgiving music] just doesn't inspire as much artistic cheese as christmas music"
---ping

meegaman01: MAYbe if i tALKed like thIS
meegaman01: no WOman would be ABle to reSISt my wooING

meegaman01: i want to look exotic and mysterious, not disgusting
meegaman01: trying to WOO not repel


Courtesy of KatieMa
DanMan4779: lamps don't use technology, they work by magic
skaduck1: oh good point
skaduck1: see im not a science major, so i dont know these things
skaduck1: i only learn useless knowledge

-if my knowledge is useless, class must be too...i should just stop going.
classes till 8.

"Animals have two primary purposes in today's world: to be delicious, and to fit well."

Our soul waits for the Lord
Who is our help and shield
For in the Lord our hearts rejoice;
in Your Holy Name we trust.
May Your kindness, Lord, be upon us;
We have put our hope in You.
-Psalm 33:20-22

"That is the only really satisfactory way of dealing with evil, not simply binding it so that it can do no harm, but whenever possible overcoming it with good."

"For He loves each one of us as though there were only one to love."

"Love is like cancer, it randomly shows up and then it grows."


Courtesy of Dan:
Quote of the Random Time Period
"Son, a woman is a lot like a... [looks around] a refrigerator! They're about six feet tall, 300 pounds. They make ice, and... um... [spots his can of Duff] Oh, wait a minute. Actually, a woman is more like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you'd step over your own mother just to get one! [downs the beer] But you can't stop at one. You wanna drink another woman!"
-Homer

Peer To Teen Choice Behaviors...

So yeah, lots going on lately- had my mind on serious topics, which has put me in a rather deep contemplative mood.

I blame Dr. Russel and Dr. Fedoryka. And Corwin.

But in any case, my desire for discursive cognition and an upcoming allnighter will give rise to one, if not more, procrastinative blogger updates. Go grab your reading glasses just in case.

GET OFF MY BACK ALREADY!!!

Geez, being popular and in high demand leaves so little time for lounging in front of a computer composing witty and visually stimulating Blog posts.

it's not my fault I haven't updated. Honestly.

It's Hell Week- i.e. the week of The Play, where I have no free time to go to the bathroom, let alone spend countless hours in front of the computer playing solitaire. I feel this week like I'm sleep deprived, even though I've been ensuring myself at least a few hours every night so I don't crash and burn in the middle of performance.

I've got 5 papers due next week.

Father Roy hates me- interestingly enough, this fact has now been emphasized by him calling me "Mel" repeatedly, and looking awkward and correcting himself each time. Weird. Anyway, at least I got him to let us put on the play (since he was threatening to shut it down) and I'm pretty sure he'll let me get through the rest of the semester with minimal harassment about fictional notes I've been writing during class to Tom VanRiper.

Oh, I almost forgot- for Halloween (aside from the all-important Ave Halloween party) Justin and I went to his mom's and went trick-or-treating with his little sisters. Good times, good times.

Too lazy and hungry to update more right now. I'll get back to you after the play.
or after i kick justin's ass.

Quick Update on the Update

Sorry guys- I know I haven't posted recently. Trust me, a really cool post is on its way! Hopefully this week but no guarantees- but I promise you (or even pinky swear) that the next one will somehow, someway, include pictures!

Happy Birthday BwiggyBear!!!!