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Name: [censored]
Psuedonym: Dagger, Dag.
Contact: Dagerswift(at)aol(period)com
I dig: family, friends, yellow roses, taekwondo, art, literature, hats, winter-sky blue, good conversation, non-Western food.
Sucks to: immaturity, willful ignorance, postmodern culture, Freudians, stress, money.
Location: Bloomington, IL
Currently reading: Candide, by Voltaire
the beast what ate me: the book
They give me cardboard box to live in:
Pitas.com
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Updated: Friday, December 19, 2003
01:56 p.m.
listening to: Part of You - Echo 7
AUGH.
Alright. So I'm home. On break. This would all be well and good, were it not for the dishes I have to be doing. When I still lived here, it was one of my usual chores to do dishes. It seems that said dishes, resentful of their tyrannous overlord, have regrouped against me. But that's not all. This is a new variety of dirty dish. Even after soaking, I cannot get the scuzz from these things with anything less then a butter knife.
You read right. A butter knife.
Sigh. Back I go, to my Charge of the Light Brigade-style suicide assault against the rebel mess uprising. Updated: Saturday, September 20, 2003
03:31 p.m.
listening to: nothing
Today's a good day, because I don't have to do anything. Mmm. So I get to catch up on studying and shopping and all that good stuff. As of right now, I need to:
- mail out letters and such
- run to Kroger's to buy soy milk, starch, and cereal
- finish Bio studying
- read up on Psych
- work on Psych report
- Read up on Latin
- work on Latin report
- read up on writing
- work on next essay
. . . the day seemed so much more carefree before I outlined.
-_-; Updated: Thursday, September 18, 2003
10:51 p.m.
listening to: girls in the hallway
Wow. Busy while, around here. I think I'll just post an amusing anecdote, because if I start talking about the past week or so I'm just not gonna stop.
Prof. Groh, my friend Erin, and I were all talking after class. I noticed a National Geographic with zebras on the cover and made some offhand remark about it. Prof. Groh immediately launches into a wonderful semi-lecture, appropos of nothing, as to how there has never been an animal come out of Africa that man could successfully domesticate (except, I believe he mentioned, a certain variety of pheasant). Even the seemingly mild-mannered zebra will clamp down onto your arm and not let go.
Glee, thy name is watching an aged professor and doctor flail in imaginary pain as an invisible zebra latches down onto his bicep.
Good times, good times. Updated: Wednesday, September 10, 2003
01:21 p.m.
listening to: traffic outside
Well, I've been named among the 15 Predidential Scholars of my school. A title which entails no monetary reward, unfortunately. However, I did get front row seats to hear the president of Bolivia speak. I also learned the true benefits of higher academia.
You get really really good food.
The luncheon afterward entailed, in the following order:
salad/appetizer: cold shrimp and mediterranean vegetable compote, assorted rolls and whipped butter
main course: half a roasted cornish hen (which had a wonderful vaguely lemony flavor) and saffron rice in a tomato cream sauce with roasted almonds
dessert: coffee and the most amazing chocolate cake topped with mousse, then a layer of poured dark chocolate
Also, the water glasses were continually refreshed, and there was real cream and sugar for the coffee. And full table service. But the best part of the meal had to be sitting between my writing instructor (who's a professor of archaeology, university chaplain and minister, buff on all things ancient, and just generally an all around amazing guy) and a professor of Latin American studies, having wonderful intellectual conversation. To give you just some idea as to how cool Prof. Groh (said aforementioned cool old teacher) is, his pre-meal prayer came from the Koran. I [heart] this man.
So, yes. My brain has earned its keep today. Updated: Wednesday, September 3, 2003
02:44 p.m.
listening to: vaccuming in the dorm halls
Well, I've been here at college for just over two weeks, and am finally blogging in earnest. Though quickly, as choir starts at 3! ^^;;;
My roomie is pretty cool and nice, we get along well, and I'm quickly becoming addicted to her music (mmm, Something Corporate). The floor is nice, and my classes are this:
Bio: every morning
Bio lab: monday
Latin: M T Th F
Gateway (Wealth and Poverty in Late Antiquity ^^!): T Th
Psych: M W F
Besides which I've found a nearby taekwondo studio, which looks to be a lot of fun. Head-kicking, ahoy!
Quick shout-outs before I leave:
@Kit: You're right, college leaves not much to blog about. Other than Cardboard Box Surfers (details forthcoming, the rest of you).
@Rick: There, I blogged. Nyah. ^_~
@Nick: Mmm, megalaziness. Would I be a shoulder-angel, then? ^^
Ciao!
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