pinwheels

2:12AM - my first love

the boy who taught me to shoot an arrow.
the boy who stole pennies from his dad's three foot bank.
the boy who lied to me about his age so we could be the same.
the boy who loved the sandlot.
the boy who loved somersaults.
the boy who slept on the top bunk.
the boy who had the white bear rug.
the boy who sat two inches from the tv.
the blind boy who called me beautiful.
the boy i wed hundreds of times at age four.
hundreds.
with a flower girl.
and a preacher.
and rings.
and a kiss.
and sometimes we laughed.
and sometimes we were serious.
and sometimes we ate cookies after.
and sometimes we played pirates after.
and when it was cold we made snowangels together.
and now he's married

(i married him first...)

haha...i miss childhood...

6:51PM

"we don't know how to tell you this...but we have your husband picked out."
~random insane people from my church

12:21PM - Two bonfires

One night Lauren was visiting the commonwealth castle when it came to our attention that our neighbors were having a bonfire bash.  Lauren, Asia, and I strolled over to the craziness and were immediately ushered in.  We ran into the love of Lauren's life, and he remembered her.  Unfortunately he did not remember her name or even how they knew eachother.  Lauren knew, and bashfully brought it up.  The response:  "No, we never took a class together, we smuggled alcohol into the dorms together!"  Lauren's spirits were amazingly not crushed.  The boys had firm handshakes, and upon receiving a compliment for it, one replied, "It's from all that masterbation!"  All the Canadian accents were almost too much to handle, but on our way out Asia invited the hockey team to Bible study.  Laughter ensued along with an hour and a half interrogation of our virginity and alcohol-lacking lives.  The drunk boys found us fascinating.  After being there for a while, Asia and Lauren needed to sit down.  As I went to take a seat with them, one of the boys shouted my favorite line of the evening, "Ya can't rip pages out of the Bible!  Ya gotta stick together."  Please feel free to post your own memorable quotes...

Now the tables have turned, and we're back at the commonwealth castle.  There's no alcohol this time, just lots of marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers.  The guests started arriving at around 8.  Some lively screaming debate was good for argument's sake, and I'm grateful for all who took up the cause.  The party eventually moved outside to the fire.  Although small, the blazing embers provided a decent coal-walking contest later in the evening (David scorched his foot earning him a ride in a vehicle with flashy lights).  The glee in everyone's eye glimmered almost as brightly as the flaming marshmallows.  Some fistfights broke out among Kevin, David, Lauren, and Samuel, but it wasn't until David missed an arm that he was forced to leave the party.  The jamfest of the century took place under Lola's watch setting the whole house dancing with the rhythm.  A Jenga frenzy took over in the living room, and the tower rose higher and higher with each turn until finally crashing down on an unsuspecting player.  As sleepiness (and giddiness) took ahold of some guests, they exited, but not before saying goodbye to the infamous Alvin, whose flight the following mornning would take him far away to Rome for an entire year.  But not everyone left, and soon the furniture was moved, and wrestling matches began.  They lasted well into the night, with chokeholds aplenty.  When all but one had finally thrown up from physical exhaustion (and the girls were entertained to the fullest), we said a quick round of prayer for this school year and Alvin's year abroad.  As the leftovers finally left we cleaned up and found our way to our beds.  The night will not soon be forgotten...as the bruises will last for a week.

11:28AM

no wonder there's so much violence in brazil.  a police officer goes on a shooting spree and kills 29 people in two hours.  found guilty of 29 homicides, 1 attempted murder, and organization of a criminal gang.  maximum sentence under brazilian law: 30 years.
i'm sorry but you kill 29 people you should serve life at least...

Asia and I are moved into the castle.  We're planning an episode for next week sometime or the next to welcome back the cast to the motor city.

10:09PM - home

now it's all rather surreal...

We finally got comfortable in a second class cabin after being moved twice in the night.  The short overnight train was headed for Prague, and we were exhausted after a grueling hike in the Carpathian mountains of Slovakia.  I let my brother take most of the seat to lie down, and I slept curled in a ball, head against the rattling window.  Yet in my deep slumber, a part of me was still awake, a part of me no one wanted to hear from.  My brother tried to wake me but to no avail.  Slowly the stench filled the small cabin, and the man on the opposite bench left in disgust.  I slept on obliviously as he was quickly replaced by two young ladies, who did not hesitate to open the window.  Morning came quickly, and the rest of my body awoke to glaring stares of repulsion.

who's up for lunch, say....tomorrow?  wednesday the 2nd.  i'll call you.

10:20AM

I updated yesterday, but apparently it didn´t work.
This keyboard is complicated, so here´s the deal.  y´s and z´s are switched, and ä is ´.  now zou get to figure it out from here.
in short,
walking a crayz lot
iäm a phzsical mess...
slept in the er in paris
slept on the street in paris and milan
went over a week without a shower (including nights on street).
have more yits at this moment on mz face than all yits of mz entire life combined
mz hair started to naturallz dreadlock, which was honestlz a bit gross
threw up at the eiffel tower (first time since 4th grade)
mz butt chaffed to the point of bleeding
now the not so gross parts...
loved lisbon
ate piyya and gelato in italz
hung out with bob jones kids and missionaries in barcelona
saw possiblz the hottest guz ever then realiyed that he was an italian movie star
pepsi has sugar not corn szrup...wow, delicious
donät zou want a fanta fanta

gotta go, love zou guzs

1:55PM - 4 hours til takeoff

So now it hits me that maybe I'm a bit nervous after all.  Why am I doing this again?
See you all in mid-August. 

Oh, and just in case, I really do love you guys.

4:01PM - We need to hang out

I'm available...
June 19 thru June 29
I work M,W 1-6ish, and T,Th 1-5ish, and F I'm free.
You know how I am about Th nights, but I am willing to sacrifice for this.
You are required to comment on this with times you are available if your name is...

Miranda Dick
Rosa Chesley
Asia Geiger
Hayley Portman
Kara Parise
Kevin Monroe
David Moore

This is not an exclusive list. Anyone else wishing to join us can also leave all pertinent information in comment form.
Thank you and have a great day.

1:16AM - I was slightly enthralled...

I brushed my hair for the first time in over a week. Pieces of stickers came out on my brush. It brings me to wonder...

8:23PM - full moon??

( Read more... )

2:08PM

i don't know if the bridge to terabithia was a christian school thing or not, but someone's making it into a movie, and i will go to the theater and bawl my eyes out like i'm back in third grade reading the book. anyone want to join me?

2:28PM - a farewell and an introduction

The evening started with a dress up session. What to wear, what to wear? After ensuring our beauty, Hayley, Lauren, and I made our way to the car. The ride was short, the cool evening air was intoxicating, and the music was breathtaking.
"Sometimes I wake up crying at night..."
Upon arrival at the farewell barbeque, we were introduced to the other guests, and began the enjoyment of our night. After devouring delicious hamburgers, he arrived. Yes, him. You know the boy.
"You're not saying yours aren't, are you?"
Nothing too shocking happened until everyone was sufficiently inebriated. For the abstemious, the entertainment began.
"That was more of a faceplant than a backflip..."
The porch became Hayley's territory, while Lauren traveled around the house breaking into random fits of dancing.
"F what ya heard..."
The night continued in such fashion until the hour came to depart. We wished our lovely boys farewell and drove home rather slowly, with the heat on full blast and the windows down, making only one pit stop.
"I saw some spaghetti..."

(In closing commentary, the night has given me a renewed sense of hope in creatures I thought long dead...those blessed butterflies.)

4:43PM - whoa

my boss just offered me a summer undergraduate research project
with a stipend
with dan isaksen
i'm not smart enough for this

4:25PM - Spring Break

( Fresh Episode )

10:46PM - this sounds familiar Hayley

   Near campus vehicle thefts reported to WSUPD, during December 2005,
include:

Dec.  1st     Ford SD at S/B Lodge SD            1993 Plymouth Voyager MV
Dec.  4th     Rear of 5440 Cass                  1991 Pontiac Sunbird 4dr
Dec.  6th     2761 E. Jefferson                  2003 Pontiac Grand Am 4dr
Dec.  7th     Ford SD east of Trumbull           1998 Ford Taurus 4dr
Dec.  8th     W. Ferry west of Woodward          1996 Dodge Neon 4dr
Dec.  9th     Lodge SD north of Warren           1995 Ford Taurus 4dr
Dec. 12th     Warren west of Lodge SD            1996 Dodge Stratus 4dr
Dec. 14th     459 Prentis                        1993 Honda Civic 2dr

3:19PM - deirdre

Rosa, David, and I joined some friends at the local downtown ice rink. Rosa looked romantic-comedy-esque in her adorable gray bucket hat and curly blonde locks. David needed the clown-sized ice skates for his enormous size 18 feet. Somehow they were still too tight though, and his ankles buckled frequently. When Rosa's hat flew off her head because of the 10 mph winds, a dark, handsome boy retrieved it for her. Their eyes met, and they instantly fell in love. But the thought of love scared the boy, and he skated away as fast as his little legs could take him. Rosa wouldn't let her soul's counterpoint get away so easily, so she chased him down at lightning speed and held him close to her heart. "This is love!" they exclaimed together, as two nearby willow trees intertwingled.

3:17PM

Rosa was happily driving Miranda and I around a familiar area when we approached a small bridge over water. This bridge was nothing new but seemed much larger than usual. As Rosa drove closer, we saw that the bridge was raised a little so that Rosa had to "hop a curb" to get on it. Then we saw a street light in the middle turn red. Rosa was utterly confused but continued driving since it was too late to stop. Miranda saw the real issue right away and jumped from the car to safety, while Rosa drove unsteadily upward with me in the back. Apparently this beautiful bridge was converted to a bascule bridge (one of those bridges that separates for boats to go underneath). Rosa thought maybe we could jump the distance since she was going too fast to slow down. Luckily there was a bit of metal a few inches wide still connecting the two sides at the top that she was able to guide the car perilously along. When we finally made it to the other side, we jumped out of the car seconds before it fell down a large hole. A police officer asked if we were okay. Miranda caught up to us as Rosa looked down at her smashed lump of a car. "I only have PLPD," she laughed.

I've also had two dreams since I've been home in which I'm not female. In one I fell in love with a girl that transformed into a cat. Could someone interpret that, please?

~Starla

2:47AM - Me + You = Us....CALCULUS

Stress is at an all time high in room 244 of the Towers. Two serious exams will begin at 8 AM (slightly more than 5 hours from now.) Poor Rosa had a rough night. Brutal attack in Detroit. Miranda needs to learn reactions. I need to learn concepts. On an unrelated and slightly belated note...
Officially added to my Christmas wish list:
A horribly disfigured face with detachable heart.....no feelings spent, none received.
A man...not just any man...he must be a mathematics book. Yes, that's right.

I hope these aren't too hard to find on such short notice.

I smell of Old Spice....Go away, Aqua Reef.

Books are screaming at me....Wow, that's loud.
~Starla

5:03PM - books

11 new books sit beside me. But these books are not unblemished; their pages are yellowing and dog-eared, their bindings creased, their covers faded. Yet they are new and exciting. Whether the pages are cracked and torn, or fresh and crisp, the print on each will take me to the same place. The condition is unimportant, because my imagination does not depend upon the way a book lies in my hands.

Buying books would be a good thing if one could also buy the time to read them in.

1:15PM - lunch date

Rosa, Miranda, and I headed down for a peaceful, delicious lunch in the dining hall. We went our separate ways to get the food we wanted, and when I emerged into the sitting room, I found Rosa at a far off table. The soft blues and greens of the decor glinted with the sun and put a gentle light on our faces. But when I looked up to Rosa's face, I was taken aback by the large red mark on her forehead, directly above her right eyebrow.

"What happened to your face?!" I asked, astounded at how painful the abrasion looked.

"Ummm...," she hesitated, looking embarassed, then blurted out, "I, uh, hit it on the salad bar. I didn't think it would leave a mark. I'm okay! I fall down every day!"

Miranda sat down with us shortly, and as we recounted the story of Rosa's mishap with the salad bar, Miranda's face filled with confusion and exasperation.

"Rosa, you clumsy bitch!"