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!!!!

Talk About Jumping On the Bandwagon After the Wheels Fell Off...

Hmm. Tonight has been the first night in a while that I feel more like myself again. It's an obscure sort of feeling- but I've definitely been a little off for the last couple weeks. It's also rather unfortunate- it's taken me sleeping through most of the day and avoiding my classes in order to get back up to par. I guess this fall break is going to be a much-needed vacation. Too bad everybody else around here is either too busy or too tired to celebrate the finding of my long-lost Mel-ness with me. I'll have to find some headphones and some Mountain Dew and stay up most of the night playing Free Cell in the computer lab- that would be fairly reminescent of how I spend most of my time on a normal day. And clearly, I use the term "normal" very loosely.

Anyway, apparently I failed to mention the Co-dictator's latent coolness in my last post, which was made manifest last weekend by Meghan and I parking in an intersection at a red light, cranking music, and dancing next to the car, much to the enjoyment of the 5 or so cars full of guys behind us. In the words of one J. Enfield, "Shake what your mummy gave you." (I say in response: That is one of the worst things I've ever heard.) Also fun last weekend: turning what should have been an early night into a 2 1/2 hour photo shoot while playing dress up. This Tuesday night was fun as well, Meg and I stayed up until like 5 looking at photos and putting them in a book. I live for this kind of creativity.

Latest and Greatest:

You Are A: Puppy!

Beloved by all, puppies are energetic, playful, and loving. Your playful and friendly nature is part of what makes you a puppy. Known for their loyalty, puppies make great pets for young and old alike. And an innocent puppy face can melt anyone's heart!

You were almost a: Duck or a Parakeet
You are least like a: Groundhog or a ChipmunkWhat Cute Animal Are You?

excellent. my affinity for puppies is finally being recognized (hint hint). but don't ask me where the duck or parakeet come in, i've never thought of them as particularly adorable, nor do i identify with them in any way. maybe it's because i bite but not effectively enough to do any lasting damage. meh, better luck next time me.

anyhoo, had a fantastic weekend of not being quite productive enough, trying but somehow not succeeding in catching up on sleep, and a trip to the mall with Meg and Corwin. ooh, and Theo, Corwin and I harassed Ripper at work, too. Twas good times. Sometime in the next hour I'll be leaving to pick up my other me, but first i'm thinking it will necessary to find food- no wonder i'm tired, i only had a serving of mac and cheese about 5 hours ago. I need to figure out this whole "eating more than one meal a day" thing.

2 items remaining,
Mel

Ich werde dein Gesicht kaputtmachen!

Well, the insanity continues for about the next month. I've got a huge bibliography and presentation due Wednesday, and overdue Dante paper, and 5 or so papers due in the next 4 weeks, along with the play and other assorted activities. But on the plus side, plans are progressing well for my birthday party. I guess.

On that note, far be it from me to stop the latest blog fad:
7. Mel Needs: to see the doctor… The reckless
approach of copying a glaze out of a mag and then glazing 10 bowls as a
test will have smoke coming from RRs ears.
6. Mel Needs: to become more tolerant, especially of emotions.
5. Mel Needs: to make the most of these cycles, and establish goals with corresponding
deadlines.
4. Mel Needs: an English class.
3. Mel Needs: to take a chill pill.
2. Mel Needs: YOU!!!!
1. Mel Needs: to Handle the Sales End While Someone Else Runs the Company.

so technically #7 would have been different, but I had to edit for content by skipping to the next one. sorry kids.

now, i think i'm going to do laundry and take a nap to make up for the sleep missed during midterms week.

Schoenes Wochenende!

In Case of Rapture, This Car Will Be Unmanned

... a bit presumptious, perhaps, but entertaining nonetheless. Also, probably the most positive thing I've said all day, except maybe "I love you."

Hey, the other options were "2 Generations of Jesuits Who Don't Know a Proper Christology From a Hole In the Ground" or "A Hungry Abortionist Always Runs Faster Than A Pregnant Woman."

Anyway, I'm supposed to be studying for Triune God right now (midterm tomorrow night, followed closely by 2 other Theology midterms on Thursday morning and early afternoon). But of course, in the midst of cramming I always find new and creative modes of procrastination. Among these we find the mandatory blogthing:

Your Fortune Is

Man who run behind car get exhausted.

Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator

A random old picture pertaining to the times.

Humerous away messages created.

Contents of AIM profiles read. For example: ."I am the curse of the market, people think it was because of Hurricane Katrina, but no it was because I, Ben Panning bought stock"

And, of course, threats of zombies investigated.

Here's to all nighters and a decent supply of caffeine! (for today)

P.S. (is what part of the alphabet would look like if you removed Q and R) it’s ok, kalish, I think I’ve figured out a new source for my caffeine. Upon hearing that I won’t be sleeping the next couple of nights, Corwin suggested that he supply me with a liter of Code Red every time he sees me this week.

Ex Nihilo, Nihil Fit

I feel like I've been a total bummer lately. Granted, some would say that I have good enough reasons to be a bit overwhelmed and therefore despondent (or even doleful, dispirited, melancholy, glum, heavyhearted... yeah, in general unenthusiastic). But I say in reply: I hate being that way. Absolutely hate it. There are too many people counting on me to be my usual peppy (or at the very least, overly caffeinated), laid back (read: comatose), ingenious self. So I've decided to reclaim my sanity and take charge of the situation.

Will I mope? No. Will I get bogged down in the stress of having too much to do in too little time? No. Will I fail my midterms? ... Possibly.

On the plus side, I was totally excited about having Metaphysics today, and by God going to class was worth it. Wish I could say the same about some of my other classes, but I'm willing to settle for having my primary motivating factor for those courses to be fear of retribution. In the meantime, I'll study my brains out, rehearse like a madwoman for the play, clean the academic building (and at some point, my apartment), and have all the fun that anybody can possibly have on a half-a-block campus.

*Mel passes out on the floor of the library, then wakes up slightly delirious*


Wow, guys that post looks incredibly inspired and empowered. It was probably written by someone else, or was influenced by the lack of drugs in my system right now. I'm telling you, there is no Code Red in my apartment anymore, and this is a problem. It's only a matter of minutes before the headaches and shakes kick in... nope, here it comes. Ahh well, it was fun while it lasted. Now I have to run out to The Keg for some emergency caffeine and then go to drama practice.

Good luck in your studies, kids!

Minor Accusations and a Busy Schedule

I'm tired. I'm way too busy for my own good (or sanity). I have blood on my shirt. I have a test due tomorrow that I don't feel prepared for. Midterms are next week. I don't know what I have to read for class tomorrow. My dad has been pissy for the last few weeks and I don't know why. I need good food. I miss Bwiggy Bear. My brain hurts.

I guess that's it for now. Thanks for listening to me complain. : )

Signs of the Times

Yeah... so it's 4:48 am, and I just finished my Dante test. and am still fully lucid.
guess it's time to start on that theology reading assignment, eh?

Boredom and Procrastination Are Inspirations

Because I'm too lazy to come up with my own post, quiz results courtesy of Alloy:]

Who Are You in the Band?CONGRATULATIONS!You are:53 % Lead Singer 23 % Bassist 15 % Lead Guitarist 7 % Drummer (attention seeking? who, me??)
Lead Singer: When your parents had guests over when you were little, you used to come downstairs in your jammy's (or that year's ballet costume) and put on a full-fledged show -- opening act, intermission and encore. When it comes to performing and getting noticed, you're no joke. You like to be the center of attention, but you don't let being the head honchette go to your head. While sometimes you take little things too seriously, you are a terrific leader and can easily turn that little nothing into a big something. (pat on the back, me. apparently i'm a perfect person)
Inspiration and Guru: Amy Lee of Evanescence. (just cuz she's so darn hot and cadaverous looking)
Studio Snack: Pizza. (i think that goes without saying)
Favorite On-stage Moment of all time: The Madonna and Britney kiss at the MTV Awards. (NO! i mean, NO!!!)
Must-have Stage Style: Satin Ribbon Tube Tank (question mark? ?)

Meh, so it may or may not be accurate, but slacking off by taking pointless quizzes is fun AND rewarding! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a room to clean and a Trinity to study. You stay classy, Southeastern Michigan!

Even More Hostile Takeover...

messy

Consider It a Hostile Takeover...

So you may or may not have noticed, the previous post was not in fact made by yours truly, but by another who happened to have access to this blog. Any claims made therein are not to be held as legally binding, nor do they necessarily reflect the opinions of this blogger or any of it's associates. Except, apparently, for one.

Anyway, I'm looking into mental health clinics in the area... there are surprisingly few good options, although this is coming from someone who's 3 aunts are trained nurses and are very familiar with modern health standards. Don't worry, if I go crazy, I'll make sure they lock me away in a place that has decent internet access.

Kalish, it was so awesome talking to you the other day; I'm sorry I had to cut our conversation short for drama practice. Let's keep in touch more regularly ok? I know we're all busy and you're in a place decidedly more exciting than Ypsilanti, but this pain inside me cuts like a knife. And let me tell you, that knife does not have a Double-D edge. Did I tell you my plan for my birthday? I'm totally making my mom get a banner that says "Happy Birthday Brigid and Melissa!" and I'm inviting most of Ave and your family to come. If I'm lucky, I can find a hideous picture of the two of us and blow it up... or maybe even get a cardboard cutout of you and set it up at the party. And this is why I shouldn't plan these kinds of things when I'm totally cracked out. Anyway, moral of the story: Keep In Touch(e?)!

Whoa... there are sounds of shrieking demons down the hall, I think I should go investigate...

Oh ok, it's just Thea and her cousin... I could have sworn it was a minotaur or something. And yes, I have been spending too much time with Dante.

Anyway, too much to do, not enough time to do it in... This, unfortunately, leads me to something which I have wanted to avoid. The All-Nighter. Now, granted, there are those who might point out, "Mel, you've already pulled several all-nighters this semester alone." But I say in reply (if this isn't Begging the Question, I don't know what is...) "Those were NOT in fact, School-Related." In any case, I have 5 classes to read for, lines to memorize, several papers to start working on, midterms coming up, and a Dante test due preferably tomorrow. So I'm fully justified in staying up all night for this one, just so I don't fall incredibly behind and end up wondering when we were assigned that paper for Ecclesiology that I never knew about two days after it's due.

And I still want baked goods.