Giant Update of the Year

OK first, I have a great excuse for not blogging or being in touch. Our email server had been stolen by the Bastard Child of Florida otherwise known as AMU, thus we were affected by Hurricane Katrina and our internet access was down for almost a week. And my first several days here were rather on the bumpy side so I actually prefered being forcibly prevented from wasting cyber space complaining, so now that the comps are working and I'm not in the midst of a meltdown, I'm all set to go.

-the first couple days here were positively Purgatorial, I'm not joking. I wanted to pack up and go back home

-Then Louise assured me that it's actually ok to be a brat for a while since you can't change reality (in spite of the belief of several people on campus that if you say "This semester is going to be great!! We're all going to be best friends by the end of the year!!!" enough times, it will happen). So after that gem, I let myself have my breakdown expecting to be incapacitated and sobbing in the chapel for at least a week...and I was fine in less than two days. This semester will suck...but it will also be great because I want to be here, there are wonderful people here and there's a joy of triumph and going the path you think God wants for you.

-Mel and I have established ourselves as the on-campus fruitcakes. Thus far our room quotes are:
~"It is a known fact that if you sustain eye contact with a guy you could wind up pregnant. So sunglasses are a form of birth control." ~ Mel
~"Is it hot? Do you love it?" ~Me and Mel who are the slightly less trashy personifications of Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie respectively
~"Last night in my dreams this dance was my life." ~Me in discovering that late night insomnia is not entirely fruitless as long as I have magnetic poetry on the fridge

-We've (my friends and I, I mean) also decided to wreck havoc on the quietude that has settled on the campus like an overly optimistic headcold. This translates into many different methods --

-This past Friday involved a movie run with Thom, Joe G., Monica, Natalie, Ryan and snorting with laughter over The Brothers Grimm while the rest the audience sat in stony silence (well I think the others laughed too. Thom and I were laughing so loud it was impossible to hear) They just didn't appreciate the freaky humor with which Terry G. graced the screen. Maybe because they didn't scar their childhoods by reading The Complete Grimm's Fairy Tales like I did. (Yes, I said scar. If you don't understand why I use that word, then you obviously didn't read them...and you should read them. They're great.)

-Mel, Monica G. , Monica W. and I went down to Frog Island Park to take pictures and just as Mel and I were preparing to do the Sharks and Jets dance down the bridge, I noticed three black guys under the overhead bridge and one was holding a gun pointed at another of the guys. Mel, the street smart queen of the hour, saw it also and said, "We need to get the other girls" which meant we had to cross the bridge right in front of them. The guys catcalled us as we crossed, but we walked at a normal pace until we reached the others and herded them away from the situation. It wasn't scary so much as surreal. I mean, the likelihood of anything happening was slim to none but you can't disregard the reality that people die in stupid situations everyday.

-By the time we got back to the van Mel and I were cracking jokes about it. When we told the Pre-thees I think they almost didn't believe us due to our general attitude. Afterward however Mel and I managed our feelings of impotent helplessness and unused adrenaline by practicing self-defense maneuvers...which quickly degenerated into wrestling on the quad which apparently is a bad place if you don't want everyone in the school to watch. Whoops. Live and learn. Wrestling in the room only from now on. Then Mel and I went to the Ark to place games, dance and be generally chaotic. It was a full day.

-Today I have found I am bewilderingly in high demand. This is shocking firstly because I have a terrible self-image so to have everyone and their dog after my services and relative talents is heady. I take this with a grain of salt, because remember there's me...and like 4 other people vying for positions so the choice is not extensive. This does not however change the fact that my weeks will be filled with a truckload of homework (most of which is Benthall's stupid fault) five hours of babysitting Thea who is at least as hyper as my nephew, five hours of library work, my work as president of the film society, theater (if that happens), oh and maybe sleep if I can figure out how to remedy my insomnia. So that's flattering but obnoxiously exhausting. And I won't be resting this weekend since my sister is having her Giant Baby and I plan to drive down as I am the godmother.

Wow, if anyone has finished reading to the end of this blog, I congratulate you.