So, let me begin by apologizing for my spelling error in the last post. That's the last time I rely on spell check! And hey, it's not my fault that I've had more cause to write the word "condemn" than "condom" over the course of my life. But thank you for catching it, Kristen. The fact that you, of all people, caught it has provided me with a level of entertainment and satisfaction that far outweighs the temporary embarrassment of being the English major who can't spell. :)
Anyway... apparently Emily went out with some people for breakfast today. And Kristen, as per usual, briefly expanded on some event she attended with a real live person (a tendency she has been developing since the start of college) for me earlier. And Tom... well, he's Tom. Duh. But beyond the foursome (I mean that in the most platonic way possible), everywhere I look there are people who know each other that are doing homework or eating or talking or eating and talking when they are supposed to be doing homework, or some other form of human-to-human interaction. The closest I usually get is spending time in a room where other people are interacting. Not to say that I haven't tried, and with some (very limited) success. Basically there are familiar faces that I wave to and converse briefly with if our paths cross, but largely nothing beyond that.
I don't understand it. Me? I'm social by nature! I'm supposed to be the person that is... I don't know, somewhat of a social presence! I have good verbal abilities and an affinity for people. Why has it not translated into my college life? Maybe I was wrong about myself in high school. Maybe I'm more annoying to listen to than anything, and the people I knew in high school were just much more enabling then those in college.
Now thankfully I have some Phi Alpha Delta (pre-law frat) events in the near future that could help remedy this situation. I heard a lot of the returning members say that they joined in part because they didn't know anyone and they were having trouble adjusting, and they subsequently made some amazing friends in PAD. I sincerely hope the same is true for me. Also, I have just barely started to get to know the group of people who juggle on campus every week. I juggled with them again today (I'm improving, by the way! Yay!) and found out more about the people in the group. One woman is a special ed teacher who wants to teach abroad. Another woman is a math teacher at a local high school and her husband is also in the group. I'm not sure what Mark does, but something in psychology. One of the younger guys talked about maybe going to Ohio or something of college next year... maybe he goes to Pima Community College? At any rate, I am actually the only UA student in the group. Does it count as meeting people if they're older than I am and they don't go to the school? I think it should. But if it doesn't, PAD will likely provide actual UA friends, plus rehearsal for Rosencrantz and Guildenstren starts on October 7, and I really hope they are receptive to me: a freshman with a small role. I'm sure going to give it the old college try. (Please forgive the painfully obvious pun...)
I took my examen muy grande de espanol hoy. I think I did bien. Posiblemente an A, pero maybe a B. Seguromente no lower than that, which is fabuloso. Estudie mucho, and it helped a lot, yo pienso.
I really hope I can speak that language con fluencia one day. :)
Oh ok, I just remembered something else I wanted to mention: there's this girl that I met at orientation whose name (I think) is Erica... and considering she just said hi to me and called me by name, I sincerely hope that is her name. Anyway, at orientation she seemed pretty nervous about college, and I was my usual self, cracking jokes and making conversation that seemed to put her at ease (but she could have been having an aneurysm because of my speaking... I've lost nearly all confidence in what I formerly believed to be my one talent: talking). But the other day I saw her hard at work at IQ Fresh (eating place on campus) and I thought to myself, "This is the girl who was worried about adjusting... she seems to be doing fine after all..." and then just now she came down, said hi to me over here, and then began conversing with the two people playing ping pong. (For anyone who is now wondering where I am, I'm in the rec room in the basement of my residence hall. Sorry, no ping pong party going on in my room, which is a cryin' shame, since that is one of the best alliterations ever.) So basically she is doing great in college, along with everyone else on the planet besides me. Well good. I've always liked being unique.
Oh man, I just watched this girl introduce herself to the folks by the ping pong table, and she has this Ms. Sarager happiness about her, and then she started playing ping pong and promptly insulted (in the most sugar-coated, undetectable, Marie Barone kind of way) the girl opposite her, who just looked a little confused. Oh wait, she just did it again... seriously, there is no way I'm worse off than airy-falsetto-voice-too-happy-for-color-tv chick over here. But maybe so...
Don't you love the "real time" entry thing I've got going on here? It's like the good ol' days of radio. :)
I'm kind of putting off ending this entry because I know there are like two things I wanted to write about that have totally escaped my mind... gah, I hate it when that happens. I'm only almost 19. You would think my mental retention would be fairly good still. I blame Stafford. One too many pointless essays eroded my brain capacity.
Ooook, I'll give up on whatever brilliance I have yet to write for now. Something for us all to look forward to.
Oh wait! Ok, two things for next time: the stupidity of college students' self-induced sleep deprivation and "the digestive biscuit" perspective. See? Now you're hooked. And I don't even think those were what I wanted to write about... I'm just full of useless crap. But then I am an English major.
Oh wait, the other girl playing ping pong just said to the strange girl, "I love how you passively insult people..." And in case you couldn't tell, the statement was said facetiously. And those of us bystanders just can't help watching. It's the conversational equivalent of a car wreck that keeps happening.
Verse of the moment: "Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. For you died, and your life is now hidden wit Christ in God." -Colossians 3:1-3
In Him,
Lindsey
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Many a musing...and the day is only half over!
College is a very interesting place. I have a feeling UA is pretty tame compared to Yale and other such liberal, well-established institutions, but Kristen would give herself perpetual hiccups from going "Uh!" too frequently if she went here (consequently she would promptly drop dead at Yale). Today I overheard the representative from the UA Women's Resource Center, who was passing out information to students, announce that they also had free rape whistles and condemns available. I guess they wanted to have something for everyone...anyway, immediately after I walked away, shaking my head at the world we live in where rape whistles and condemns are the norm for young people--or people in general, for that matter--I began listening to a DJ who was playing music out in the open for the listening pleasure (I use that phrase quite liberally) of us all, and in between songs, while he was talking, he nonchalantly dropped the F word. This sort of thing is indicative of college, I have noticed. Vulgarities and lazy language are such the norm, even for intelligent or principled people (that sounds elitist, I know), that everyone feels free (possibly compelled?) to cuss. Even people who previously never used bad language naturally, perhaps unknowingly, integrate it into their everyday language once in college. I'm not judging, I just think it's interesting. I wonder if UA is more, we'll say, open than the average university or if cussing and being sexually active (or at least being willing to be sexually active) is really an integral part of college and the lives of college students. Again, I'm not judging. At least I certainly don't intend to. It has just be a jolting shift for me personally.
On a different note, I also find that college is an amazing testimony of how diverse the USA truly is. Today I saw a booth for a Christian club right next to the booth for the Jewish club (I was disappointed, they didn't have Kosher hot dogs like last week...), and then later in line at Chickfila I overheard two kids talking about going to mosque on Friday. I don't know, I just think it's cool.
Oh, and on a different staff (I don't know...what do you call a segway slightly bigger than "a different note"?), Chickfila is trying to sabotage me. Once last week they gave me Coke when I asked for Diet Coke, and believe me, anyone who prefers straight sugar but has forced his or herself to drink aspartame (because for some inexplicable reason he or she would rather die thin and of some aspartame-caused deformity than fat and of type two diabetes) can tell instantly when they have been given sugar, and believe me, sometimes this can be as detrimental as spiking the drink of an AA member. And then twice since that attempt, they have given me waffle fries when I expressly ordered the sandwich only...and both times I threw them away! Crazy? Quite possibly. Oddly, despite these grievances, I continue to get food from Chickfila. It's a very Fountainhead-esque Howard Roark/Dominique kind of love/sabotage relationship. Except for that metaphor to be truly accurate, I would have to gladly endure the sabotage of Chickfila, which would mean eating the fries and drinking the sugary Coke...but what can I say? I've never been a huge Objectivism fan.
Alright, for now I am done. If anyone has actually made it through all this babbling and nonsense and is still reading at this point, bless you. You have incredible fortitude.
I'm off to my Geology class now. Maybe I'll blog from there...if not today, one of these days. There is just something poetic about blogging during lecture. :)
Verse of the moment: "But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions--it is by grace you have been saved. And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--not by works, so that no one can boast." Ephesians 2:4-9
Oh, and the verse from the last blog was Hebrews 4:14-16. I forgot to add that. You think God will bust me for improper citation?
Love to all! I'm now late for leaving to class...yay, go me.
In Him,
Lindsey
On a different note, I also find that college is an amazing testimony of how diverse the USA truly is. Today I saw a booth for a Christian club right next to the booth for the Jewish club (I was disappointed, they didn't have Kosher hot dogs like last week...), and then later in line at Chickfila I overheard two kids talking about going to mosque on Friday. I don't know, I just think it's cool.
Oh, and on a different staff (I don't know...what do you call a segway slightly bigger than "a different note"?), Chickfila is trying to sabotage me. Once last week they gave me Coke when I asked for Diet Coke, and believe me, anyone who prefers straight sugar but has forced his or herself to drink aspartame (because for some inexplicable reason he or she would rather die thin and of some aspartame-caused deformity than fat and of type two diabetes) can tell instantly when they have been given sugar, and believe me, sometimes this can be as detrimental as spiking the drink of an AA member. And then twice since that attempt, they have given me waffle fries when I expressly ordered the sandwich only...and both times I threw them away! Crazy? Quite possibly. Oddly, despite these grievances, I continue to get food from Chickfila. It's a very Fountainhead-esque Howard Roark/Dominique kind of love/sabotage relationship. Except for that metaphor to be truly accurate, I would have to gladly endure the sabotage of Chickfila, which would mean eating the fries and drinking the sugary Coke...but what can I say? I've never been a huge Objectivism fan.
Alright, for now I am done. If anyone has actually made it through all this babbling and nonsense and is still reading at this point, bless you. You have incredible fortitude.
I'm off to my Geology class now. Maybe I'll blog from there...if not today, one of these days. There is just something poetic about blogging during lecture. :)
Verse of the moment: "But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions--it is by grace you have been saved. And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--not by works, so that no one can boast." Ephesians 2:4-9
Oh, and the verse from the last blog was Hebrews 4:14-16. I forgot to add that. You think God will bust me for improper citation?
Love to all! I'm now late for leaving to class...yay, go me.
In Him,
Lindsey
Monday, September 22, 2008
A Dingo Would Have Ate My Baby
So before anyone comments on the grammatical inaccuracy of the title, let me provide this justification: although technically it should be "A Dingo Would Have Eaten My Baby", the integrity of the movie reference is only truly maintained if I leave the word "ate" in the quote. So it was a personal choice out of respect for the line made famous by Elaine on Seinfeld ("Maybe the dingo ate your baby!" ha...classic moment...) but first spoken (worded slightly differently, I admit) in panic by the main character of the movie "A Cry in the Dark", played by the illustrious and exceptional Meryl Streep. :)
Ok, so enough of that. Time for a weekend recap (and the eventual explanation of the blog title): Emily came down to visit me at UA from ASU. I picked her up at the Greyhound bus station -- a harrowing experience, to be sure. Everything looked sinister in the poorly lit, run-down area of Tucson (that narrows down the possible locals of the station severely, doesn't it? oy...), and I got hit up for money from poor, slightly off-setting people twice just on the way there. I swear, Tucson is like downtown Phoenix without the uptown part.
So anyway, I picked her up and brought her to the school where she surprised Allison with her visit (Allison's scream made it sound like she had just been maimed in some horrible way) and we spent the remainder of the weekend together. Saturday night we went to see Mamma Mia (my seventh time, Emily's tenth...don't judge) and afterward we headed home in the direction we believed would bring us back through the up-standing area of Tucson that surrounds our campus. Naturally we grew concerned when, after a considerable amount of driving, our eyes were not assaulted by chain-link fences and poorly maintained buildings, but rather darkness and long, lonely stretches of highway. When I finally voiced my concern and we decided collectively to turn around, the first sign we saw was once that said "Tucson - 25 miles". Yes, that's right. Somehow we ended up 25 miles outside of Tucson! To many this would seem a blessing, but since none of us had our passports and we all had to pee, continuing on to Mexico seemed a bad option.
That was not the last time we got lost that evening, and two hours after leaving the theater, we arrived back at the university, which is about 15 minutes away from said theater. The movie line that sprang to mind while driving in the incredible darkness was "The dingo ate my baby!" We were in baby-eating dingo territory, to be sure. It was a very humorous experience, to say the least.
Besides that the weekend was enjoyable but adventure-free. Now I have a HUGE Spanish exam on Wednesday to prepare for, I am continuing the joining process with Phi Alpha Delta (the dry, professional, co-ed, pre-law frat on campus) tomorrow, on Wednesday the group of folks I recently started juggling with will be here and I will hang with them, I only have one class tomorrow so much study will ensue (theoretically...), for those who don't know: I was cast in the small part of Gertrude in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead recently and I am very excited about that...and that's all I can think of at the moment.
I sincerely hope my blogs become more interesting in the near future, but let's not despise small beginnings. :)
I love and miss you all! Talk to you soon!
Verse of the moment: "Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are--yet without sin. Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."
In Him,
Lindsey
Ok, so enough of that. Time for a weekend recap (and the eventual explanation of the blog title): Emily came down to visit me at UA from ASU. I picked her up at the Greyhound bus station -- a harrowing experience, to be sure. Everything looked sinister in the poorly lit, run-down area of Tucson (that narrows down the possible locals of the station severely, doesn't it? oy...), and I got hit up for money from poor, slightly off-setting people twice just on the way there. I swear, Tucson is like downtown Phoenix without the uptown part.
So anyway, I picked her up and brought her to the school where she surprised Allison with her visit (Allison's scream made it sound like she had just been maimed in some horrible way) and we spent the remainder of the weekend together. Saturday night we went to see Mamma Mia (my seventh time, Emily's tenth...don't judge) and afterward we headed home in the direction we believed would bring us back through the up-standing area of Tucson that surrounds our campus. Naturally we grew concerned when, after a considerable amount of driving, our eyes were not assaulted by chain-link fences and poorly maintained buildings, but rather darkness and long, lonely stretches of highway. When I finally voiced my concern and we decided collectively to turn around, the first sign we saw was once that said "Tucson - 25 miles". Yes, that's right. Somehow we ended up 25 miles outside of Tucson! To many this would seem a blessing, but since none of us had our passports and we all had to pee, continuing on to Mexico seemed a bad option.
That was not the last time we got lost that evening, and two hours after leaving the theater, we arrived back at the university, which is about 15 minutes away from said theater. The movie line that sprang to mind while driving in the incredible darkness was "The dingo ate my baby!" We were in baby-eating dingo territory, to be sure. It was a very humorous experience, to say the least.
Besides that the weekend was enjoyable but adventure-free. Now I have a HUGE Spanish exam on Wednesday to prepare for, I am continuing the joining process with Phi Alpha Delta (the dry, professional, co-ed, pre-law frat on campus) tomorrow, on Wednesday the group of folks I recently started juggling with will be here and I will hang with them, I only have one class tomorrow so much study will ensue (theoretically...), for those who don't know: I was cast in the small part of Gertrude in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead recently and I am very excited about that...and that's all I can think of at the moment.
I sincerely hope my blogs become more interesting in the near future, but let's not despise small beginnings. :)
I love and miss you all! Talk to you soon!
Verse of the moment: "Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are--yet without sin. Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."
In Him,
Lindsey
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