I know, I'm crazy for attempting it. I'm already having enough of a time balancing homework, a social life, sleep, keeping in touch with people back home, and theatre care and feeding, among other things, and in November I'll be having play practice every week and then heck week and then the actual performance, followed by Thanksgiving break. Come to think of it, that isn't so different from last year.
But you know what? It made me write, which I generally only do when there is a contest (SS
“The whole universe? Again? What happened?”
“The sentient elements on one planet created a sort of prophecy that trickled down through their cultural memory and ended up fulfilling itself.”
“That's the fifth time in a row something like this has happened. Isn't there a way to control for this?”
“If they have the ability to deduce the existence of something greater than their material universe, it seems that some of them are inevitably going to hit upon the notion that their univ
I wish I could have been there to hear exactly how this went down.
Also, DIAGON ALLEY HECK YES
And after reading Aristotle, I kind of have to chuckle at the people who accuse me of using run-on sentences on occasion.
So um, raiding unwanted stuff from the theatre department is kind of fun. In addition to the previously-mentioned orange chair, I now have two squirt guns, a stylized metal US seal to put on our room's door (We have the best room in the dorm, FYI, because first of all, it's on the ground floor, which for some reason are the only rooms with bunk beds and the nice new desks, plus, hey, we don't have to climb as many stairs as the other people, and of those rooms, we are the only ones with Christma
Okay, so you know that 'fro I had at Brickfair? And it was all curly and poofy and stuff? Well, the other night I was just chilling in this lounge and playing Apples to Apples with some cool people when the female elements of the group started saying things like "oh, we should straighten Ean's hair" and "plug it in over here!" Next thing I know I'm trapped in a chair as two or three girls attack my hair with two straighteners. Escape would have involved tearing chunks out of my scalp, so I was f
Discovering the Obsolete category on Wiktionary when you are simultaneously bogged down with homework and driven to explore strange new words is not a good thing.
Coming to you from the exceedingly comfortable orange swivel chair which was culled from the theatre department as part of an unofficially sanctioned population control measure, it's...quotes! From college! Which you totes would not have guessed from the title!
Most, if not all, of which you would need a] context and/or b] to have been up at 3 am to fully appreciate. Some other, less newly coined quotes have been added to the appropriate blocks.
Also, I got cast as one of two charmi
So apparently Than is now one of eleven species of extinct wingless bird endemic to New Zealand.
College is going really well so far. Among many other things, I have gone to a sort of bar with some lovely people, stayed up way too late getting introduced to Psych by some other lovely people, and spent ridiculously long periods of time having frank and wide-ranging conversations over the lunch period with yet more lovely people. There has also been a trip to the local donut store at two a.m.
Monday, Wednesday, Friday:
American Literature After the Civil War from 8-8:50
Latin American Civilisation and Culture from 11-11:50 (I might drop this in favor of something actually related to my majors, but then again I might add a Spanish minor because I would like to continue with the Spanishes)
Logic and Nature from 1-1:50
Tuesday, Thursday:
Creative Writing from 8-9:15
Intro to Theology from 10:50-12:15
Whenever:
Production Arts
Totes looking forward to those 8:00 classes. T
I'm in a hotel room in Atchison, adamantly insisting on sticking to Pacific Standard Time even though it's past one over here. The Mountain Dew Slurpee I had recently is probably helping me in this regard. Fairly vague spoilers ahead?
As one of my last acts before leaving home, I went to see Inception, mainly on Ben's insistence, but I'm glad I went. It probably lived up to its hype better than Avatar, although I did feel that the dreams were for the most part entirely too lucid and structure
Monday and yesterday marked the end of the two part-time jobs I've held for the last one and two years, respectively. One was as a lifeguard at the local pool, and the other was as a waiter at an assisted living facility. Lifeguarding paid better and was more convenient in a lot of ways, but you know what? I liked serving meals to the elderly better.
I've rarely blogged about it, probably because it was usually fairly routine, but all the same, there is something extraordinary that goes on th
I:
Am leaving for college in a scant few days and am consequently scurrying frantically to pack up and put away my belongings.
Finally threw away almost all of my Bionicle canisters because I wasn't using them.
Was going to say I have too many books, but that is impossible, so let me instead qualify that statement by saying that I have too many books to be lifted by someone who is not the Thing or the Incredible Hulk or somebody. It is possible that smaller bins might have been better,
Or one of them, at any rate.
First, the "tl;dr" version, for those of you whose attention spans have been ruined by the Internet:
(Photos by ChocoFrogs)
Now for the processed lunch meat of the entry, in excruciatingly pedantic detail:
The journey over went pretty well. I left my house Thursday morning, drove to my aunt and uncle's house where I parked the car, then got dropped off at the Sea-Tac airport and hopped on a flight down to Long Beach, where I met Jason. We managed to
Now that that's out of the way, check out this awesome use for Gresh Stars armor on Natalie Breez, and no, it's not what you were thinking:
More Brickfair reminiscences are forthcoming, but for now, I desire to sleep.
Since you locked your blog entry on the subject for some reason, I felt obligated to explain through another venue that the reasons behind Mr. Witt's promotion are not remotely confusing to those of us who were at Brickfair and especially the Outback Steakhouse in Fairfax, VA last night, and since we comprise a large portion of the staff, this is clearly not an isolated instance of madness like the power struggles of April 1st. Steve Witt was promoted with the consent of all of us (though of cou
I am sad because BrickFair is over.
And because I have to leave tomorrow.
And because college is starting soon.
And because of other stuff.
But there are hope and happiness mixed with the sadness, as is so often the case, and those make all the difference.
This is Arpy reporting from BrickFair, where I got a field promotion to Forum Leader so I could handle the BrickFair voting on this end after it was mostly forgotten due to Smeag's car troubles. I am imagining my name in darker blue and it looks all right. I was considering writing a chilling exposé on the corruption and violence inherent in the system, but I am most likely complicit in some of that so I decided against it.
Today has been quite good so far and has involved coconuts and Von C
I am typing this having had approximately one hour of sleep in the last thirty-eight hours, in spite of which I am doing remarkably well. I have met many splendid people today and look forward to spending the rest of the weekend with them, but I am somewhat saddened that certain of us were unable to find the California Pizza Kitchen and so missed out on some of that time-spending. And if we spend as much time in the car later today as we did yesterday, I shall go insane.
But forsooth! BrickF
Oh my gosh you guys I am leaving for BrickFair in about fifteen hours and I still have two major MOCs to finish and possibly some others, especially since I just picked up Jimi Stringer (<3) and Meltdown and am now getting inspired by their parts, plus I have a ton of packing to do, so um yeah things are getting pretty crazy around here! Good thing I have my store of terrifyingly inspirational songs and cinnamon jelly bears to keep me going!
Bump: I finished one of the major MOCs but not t
The dust motes in the spotlight's stream were dancing stars set free from their orbits by the light of the Sun.
This was a while after some of us jumped ten feet into the Spokane River with a couple of homeless guys and some college students.
Oh my gosh you guys I have added new material to my Comedy-Contest-#4-placing story about a trio of Bohrok with an interesting kind of multiple personality disorder! Now that I am starting to view this as more than a one-shot story and actually have ideas of where things can go, I am fairly excited for this story (now watch as my impending move and adjustment to college totally throws this off and I don't update for like a year)! Anyway, if you have not checked it out and have some time to spare
HOLY MOTHER OF KARZAHNI IN A GRAVY BOAT
THIS IS AMAZING
IT WAS SEEN AT COMIC-CON SO IT IS QUITE PROBABLY LEGIT
HOOOOOOOOOOLY COW
I MEAN CAMEL
NO IDEA WHAT IS UP WITH THAT
BUT OH WOW
THIS IS AMAZING
