Peace
Was anyone else taught to spell "piece" by remembering that there's a "pie" in "piece"?
Well, I should cover Thursday first, although in general it was uneventful. I didn't have any labs, or any classes. Got up late, went to lunch at Dix with Sam and Dave. Went to the bank. Came back and did some verk in the radio station--including getting my plane tickets set up for the journey to Wisconsin. Went to the library at night and got some more schoolwork done. And walking back from there was a great moment, because I realized I had done all my homework for the evening. I could do whatever I wanted. I also realized that as long as I didn't put anything else on my plate, I'd have plenty of time to do my work, for the rest of the bloomin' semester. I just felt every muscle in me relax a little. Once again, I want to thank that lady who gave me the tarot card reading. "Just because you don't have to work as hard as most people to get things done doesn't mean you should put more on your plate"
Hells yeah.
I've got to say my favorite part of Hiram's campus still continues to be my favorite. It's the main campus green, squared off by Hinsdale, Colton, art and music buildings, and Teachout-Price. I have some of my best thoughts there, because my brain is always zoned out as I'm walking the same path I've walked HUNDREDS of times in all sorts of weather. Honestly, I'll miss that.
Friday was a rollercoaster of activities--aka lots of class--straight through till 4PM, when I watched Trading Spaces with Dena and the lounge at large. Still a weird situation. Why do I feel this need to be validated by those around me? I mean, why do I care if they think I'm some sort of vanilla home-maker wannabe watching my decorating show? If they don't know me for real, it's there loss, right? I guess because it's alot easier to be secure in who you really are if other people see you as such.
Alice came to visit! She pretty much summed up the evening in her livejournal. Played Cranium--tried to do charades of tofu. Got Carrie a drink at Extreme so that she could go to sleep early. Came back, watched something fantastic which I highly recommend viewing.
Crashed Dena's Moulin Booze party, which involved cramming into an overmax-capacity room with heaps and heaps of theatre folk. I wonder, should I have been hanging out with these folks the whole time? They're fun, but still, maybe not for me. I wish I had done more theatre while I was here, but oh well.
Finally, tracked down Dave to Extreme where he was having goodfun drinking with Chewie and Andy. I felt like I was crashing an all-guy event, but hey, I heard Dave was looking for me, and I thought maybe he might want help gettin' home. Besides, my other option was to clean my room :)
Came back, went to sleep, dreamt I was many things, but the best portion of the dream was where I was part of a pack of vampires in an old house. We were killing innocent folks right and left, getting further and further into the house. When suddenly I realized that what were were supposed to do was follow this trail of people-candy all the way down into a basement room, where a group of priests was praying and waiting for us--we'd die. I pretty much felt like I was a character in a movie who just realized that they were in a movie, and decided not to follow the storyline. I mean, you ever wonder what "Alien" would've been like if they'd kept the face-huggered guy in quarantine? Or what "Jurassic Park" would've been like if Nedry had picked some other weekend to take out the power? It was awesome to finally give a movie an alternate ending, even if it wasn't a real movie and it was in my dreams. I told my pack what was going on, and convinced them to leave and pillage the nearby town instead. And so we had great fun, and all the little priests were cowering in the dark, in the basement, wondering what happened to us . ...
mwhahaha!
Well, today I have to work on my APEX a bits. I've gotta convince myself I'm looking forward to it :)
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