wednesday wish list

...if only...

the young collegiate

all of my time recently has been filled with papers, reading

midterms, pie, reading, not doing laundry (yikes)

and completing 10 major art projects.

and did i mention midterms? seriously. you college graduates couldn't have warned me more? really? not ok. i'm making it my life purpose to warn all incoming freshman.

but c'est la vie. they're over... and now i've got about a week of almost no homework, and i'm filling it with lovely things.

my schedule?
monday- sleep til class, master the microfiche scanner, dinner at zuzu's (family tradition restaurant from when we were little) and massive pie-making (5!) with emily

tuesday- school school school
wednesday- advising meeting, class class class... SUFJAN STEVENS CONCERT!!!
thursday- class class, visit the central market cheese festival with anna (friend from school)
friday- class, cinderella ballet with caitlin and hayden
saturday- cvc's willy wonka (go travis and daniel!), then ice cream with mackenna and summer (old friends from theatre and high school)

yup. best week of the world.

things that make me happy today

1 - spending my afternoon break watching "enter the dragon" with hayden and eating peanut butter and jelly from a spoon

2- watching some super dumb frat boys paint the spirit rock with loads of exuberance.

3-the green hall juice vending machine. seriously? it's like a robot. its SO STINKING AWESOME. it doesn't just drop your juice bottle... it removes it from the shelf with a pulley system and puts it in the thing you get them out of with a robotic arm. oh my goodness.

4- watching happy old couples holding hands to go into the university theatre together for the arthur miller play.

something that doesn't make me happy today: sitting out in the courtyard of jonsson waiting for hayden to get out of his dumb chem lab. bah. hurry up!! i'm not impatient i'm just tired of waiting!!

He is there

God is in my life... so so very in my life.

i don't believe that God ordains every tiny minute detail of my life... but i am a firm believer in His involvement and control over the things in my life. i believe in it as a kind of fate... God puts certain people in your life at key times, that is fate...

i'm not the best about prayer. i don't pray as much as i should or the way that i should... but i try, and when i do the results are wondrous. i pray when i can't find my car keys... when i'm late for class... when that scary 18-wheeler starts coming over into my lane alongside my tiny tiny car (yes, mr mac or moe or whatever you're called, two of my cars can fit in one normal sized lane. but you barely fit in yours! so... sorry. but lane-sharing c'est ne'existe pas.) i pray for the small things, if for no other reason than that praying for small things renews my excitement to serve a God who is active and present in my life, who cares about the details.

hurricane earl

a few weeks ago hurricane earl hit texas
...it was a fail. a major, major fail.

no trees blown down, no school cancelled, no flooding, no school cancelled.
all that happened was some horrid ridiculous ginormously ridiculous rain
and by rain... i mean buckets of rain being thrown at campus with force from every possible direction at once, making my walk from the back of parking lot b all the way across to west campus RIDICULOUS, textbook ruining, clothes-soaking (try sitting in all your air-conditioned classes soaked to the bone and shivering and see if you can concentrate!)

when i finally got home it was soooo nice to touch dry things, cause everything, inside and outside, on campus was soaking wet all day. oh dry pants. i love you.

(the above is a picture taken as i sat in my car debating whether getting out of the car and going to class was actually worth it. i decided yes. bad decision!!! make good choices people!!)

um, hallo there "Wugs"

yes we just learned about this in intro to psychology

there's a developmental psychology technique called the Wug test. it shows a kind of learning without conditioning... meaning that things children have learned about real things that make sense, they can apply those facts to nonsense things.

its cool, yes. but the thing that made my day was the image that came with it...

oh my oh my

me and the fellers (cecil and percy of course) have been mighty busy recently
percy went through a phase of wanting to be nicknamed "perce", which thankfully cecil and i have almost talked him out of. that was not a good time. any words of discouragement on this issue would be greatly appreciated.

recap!

funny how i only ever have to recap when i've been an awrful awrful blogger... funny how you only have to stay up late doing homework if you procrastinated... funny how pie tastes SOO amazing (just had to throw that one in there).

ok... so we all know i graduated. with high hopes and lovely intentions. and we all know i'm in college now. with high hopes, lovely intentions, and permanently sore legs from ballet class with the amazing Miss Micki, the worlds most graceful gypsy.

the myyyyystery is... what happened between those two times?

well here tis.

June: i went to harmony hill... at which i studied for a math test (which i passed, with suprisingly flying algebra score colors... humm humm such a big flag for such a stupid subject) ... hung out with the world's coolest 5 year old, Kate L., (who informed me when i asked if she wanted to sit on the ground with me that "no, i don't want to make my dress old.") was the witness to 20 minutes of Davis, Gabor, and John jumping up into the air and clicking their heels (um hallo, it = AMAZING). then if i'm remembering this right i slept for the rest of the month. no never mind, i studied for that math test. and then nailed it. whaat.

July: ugh. with a happy heart, a train ticket, a new dress, a she and him ticket, and the thought that i hadn't been all that sick, it was just exhaustion giving me a fever and cough, i packed my bags and flew to birmingham, hung out with the bestest : Mary-John... and then drove on to Georgia, to stay a week or two with the best second family a girl could ask for. WHALL not so soon, life gets in the way. well, really, sometimes life sees that you're walking one direction and intentionally plays that awkward "which side are we gonna walk on" game for weeks and weeks, completely halting your known existence!!

a few days in to the visit i was so sick that i physically couldn't leave the couch without getting exhausted and so out of breath it would take me 10 minutes to recover. few things dampen the spirits more than not being able to get oneself a tissue during a particularly emotional masterpiece theatre movie. at this point i realised what wonderful wonderful people the Fulmers are even more than i had ever ever known. i can't count the number of cups of Anne's famous homeade ginger tea, the long comfortable conversations with Gabe, Chris's soul-enlightening readings from "Emma"... and ohhh whall words don't describe. them Fulmers is like human-shaped-non-gross-bowls-of-chicken-noodle-soup. ...? anyway. i wound up almost dying, yeep, getting rushed to the Atlanta hospital in what one nurse called "the nick of time" in a colloquialistic fever, and my doctor described as "5 hours before too late." chills down the spine.

so. for a week there i was in ICU isolation room, on full oxygen, not allowed to eat, room temperature kept at freezing levels because i was running brain-damage kinds of fever (which, by the way, doesn't make you feel hot. it makes you feel freezing cold cause your environment feels like ice), watching "telemundo" and selections from the odd hospital library. oh yes. and more horrors i won't describe because i don't like thinking about them. think IVs going bad and making me faint from pain... waking up every morning at 4 am when the xray techs and blood collection people came in (no, not vampires... that's not a real thing. c'est ne pas l'existe.) with my back to a window i didn't even know was there until the 4th day, after a few hours of sleep, still unable to take a natural breath, still in the same weird smelling mask, still in a white room full of machines that beep with the whiny melodramatic tones assumed by anything that keeps you alive. it's like the machines know that without them you'd be gone, and every second they feel they have to beep, to remind you... "still here! still being cooler than you! still being the reason for you! ha ha!! i win. i'm better than humans."

maybe thats crazy. anyway. i got out. i lived. food is the best thing in the world, especially when you lose 10 lbs. because of not being allowed to eat it for a really really long time. i have vivid memories of everything i ate in the hospital. what stands out most are the cookies Rachel Mundy and co. brought me. tasty tasty. and pink. and made by 3 little girls who wanted me to get better. hoorah.

what doesn't stand out that i wish did stand out better is a very foggy memory that Hayden has since told me is quite real... wherein he came to my isolation room and said hallo. ?? memory is a bit foggy there but i seem to remember wondering if he was wearing shoes.

anyway i wanted to thank everyone here for all the emails and texts i got after everyone figured out where i had gotten off to ... and for the oddness on facebook ... friends are the best. i hate sounding cheesy... but cheesy is good sometimes. especially when in context of a pizza. or a pear pie. or friends keeping your soul from dying.

and then when i got home from the hospital i went to the Grace Chapel meeting and got to sing in a dear friend's beautiful wedding. oh and i got a pretty vintage dress.

and then college started. and my life stopped being like it's ever been before.
and that brings us to today. =)

ok fine whatever but i'm doing it because i want to not because you told me to!

so maybe i can't stay away. i'm trying again. mostly because somehow blogging makes me feel like some small part of my life is noticeable... if that makes any sense and doesn't sound too, too lame. mostly, though, i must be honest... mostly i just feel like i'll forget my life if i don't record it. and despite its horriblenesses... i rather like my life. rather. not always. not today. not... sunday. yesterday i did. i'm rambling.

point is... i'm giving it another chance. cecil, percy, edie and i are having some rather topping adventures and some rather amazing and shocking changes to our life plans... so hold on to yerr goats and hurr we go yunguns!

whoosh!

well i'm going back and forth on whether or not to keep up with on here during this phase in my life... so... until i decide...

i'm in college! just finished my first day and i kind of love it. a lot. and i'm writing this on my fancy pantsy mac that i got for school... i'm double-majoring in animation and art... so... yay!

til i make up my ever befuddled mind... farewell

ps hayden and caitlin are cool. and emily. just. anyway. bye now.