An Explanation.

i haven't had much time to think lately, hence the last post. if you don't believe me, here's my weekend:

Friday
8:00pm Tasha arrives to Morey 109
9:03 Leave for the theater to see V for Vendetta
11:52 Leave the theater in shock, preparing for our inevitable fate. Return to the Quad, hoping it hasn’t been blown up, listening for the 1812 Overture.

Saturday
12:23am Put on Death to Smoochy in 1st Morey-Shepard lounge.
1:17 Katie gives in and heads back to the room, where she will stay up for another hour.
2:20 Emily and Tasha return to their rooms, not before making asses of themselves while trying to be quiet and not wake Katie.
3:28 Emily goes to bed.
10:54 Katie wakes up Emily to see if she wants to go to Perkins. Emily says, “ehhhnn.”
11:13 Emily, Katie, and Christine go to Perkins, where they see Emily’s Latin American History professor and his girlfriend.
1:05pm Leave Perkins, randomly decide to drive to Garvin Heights.
1:17 Arrive at Garvin Heights, take The Famous Pictures, then leave.
2:07 Arrive back at Quad, SHOWER.
4:32 Start fascist regime with Jared Stene, given title of Secretary of Homeland Communications. Immediately begin phasing out Secretary of Government-Coffee House Relations.
5:27 Christine arrives in preparation for dinner.
5:31 Tasha Arrives.
5:45 Girls leave, walk to Godfather’s Pizza for Kelly Herold campaign dinner.
6:11 Arrive to dinner. Meet future husband, put full support behind Kelly, eat bad pizza, get an internship.
7:17 Kelly leaves, the Ropes bashing begins. Goulet.
7:58 Dinner ends, everyone goes their separate ways.
8:19 Back at the Quad, Little People, Big World, bad TV, National Geographic show about hippos.

Sunday
12:16am Andrea shows up scared because she is watching What Lies Beneath. So are we.
12:42 Movie ends, flip back to show about hippos. Then watch random show about leopards. Katie meuws.
1:36 Andrea goes back to her room, Katie goes to sleep. Emily stays up to watch Jane Eyre on MoviePlex.
4:23 Emily goes to sleep.
9:38 Emily wakes up and puts on clean clothes.
9:45 Walks over to Kryzco to wait for the van.
10:03 Rick shows up with the van, we all climb inside and wait for Travis.
10:08 Leave for Rushford.
10:24 Arrive at Rushford-Peterson High School. Begin making delegate badges and chatting about how much we don’t like Sharon Ropes.
12:00 Register as a DFL Delegate for Ward 3 Precinct 1.
1:00pm- DFL convention, involving the following schedule:
4:00 1. Call to order and Pledge of Allegiance
2.Welcoming statements
3.Reading of Affirmative Action Statement
4.Appointment of Parliamentarian, Convention Secretary, Tellers, and Timekeeper
5.Report of Credentials Committee
6.Election of Convention Chair
7.Adoption of Rules and Agenda
8.Treasurer’s Report
9.Endorsement of State Senate candidates
10.Election of Party Officers
a.Chair
b.Associate Chair
c.Secretary
d.Treasurer
e.Affirmative Action Officer
11.Election of State Central Committee Alternates
12.Other Business (passing of Domus Resolution)
13.Adjournment
4:00 Announcement of Sharon Ropes’ endorsement. All hope is lost.
4:13 Endorse Gene Pelowski as House Representative Candidate for Senate District 31A. Hop back on the van, decide that the College Dems are, in all actuality, The Partridge Family.
4:38 Arrive back in Winona, Tasha, Emily, and Christine go to the Caf and eat baaaaaaad burgers.
5:26 Emily goes back to her room and chills for a while.
7:02 Having decided dinner wasn’t satisfactory, Katie, Christine, and Emily decide to go to Hardees and get better food. Not much better, but I digress…
8:00 Desperate Housewives.
8:58 Tasha comes over.
9:00 Grey’s Anatomy. A rerun, but still amazing.
10:02 Tasha leaves to do schoolwork like a good student.
10:34 Andrea shows up to make animal noises, and decides she wants to drive somewhere.
10:49 Iowa is decided upon, preparations begin.
11:02 Piled into Grandma, Andrea, Carla, Katie and Emily begin their adventure.
11:15 After a quick trip to Kwik Trip, the ladies are on the road.

Monday
12:26am Rrealize that we are, in fact, headed in the wrong direction… turn around and leave Wisconsin, headed west.
1:27 Back to 90 West, now going strong.
1:58 Stewartville. Bathroom break, gas up, ice cream.
3:08 IOWA BORDER. Take pictures, freeze our patooties off, hop back in the car and make an illegal u-turn.
4:24 Back in Winona. Lots of teeth brushing. SLEEP.

it seems to me if you can't trust, you can't be trusted.

something's going on in my head right now, and i can't really put my finger on it. but that would require drills and holes and brain dammage, so never mind.

i'm doing something. finally. i talk about being remembered or doing important things, or making a difference, or being politically active, but i never follow through. for once i think i'm going to. on thursday i'm going to be nominated for Vice President of the College Democrats for the 2006-2007 school year. i don't know if it will be a contested race or not. i haven't heard anything yet. but both rick and jared have told me it's a good idea. i don't know. what do you think? can i pull this off? if i am running against someone else, what makes me think i'm a better candidate, that i could do this? all things i need to think about before thursday.

i'm scared.

i've never wanted anything like this.

or like the other thing, but that's a different story that i don't want to tell right now. too many people know. i don't like it. secrets are better. don't you agree?

sunday was the best day ever. it made me forget all about friday. 3 years is a long time to hold on to things like that. maybe tom was right when he yelled at me. more things to think about.

so what's everyone else thinking about this week (non school related, please. i can't take anymore acedemia)? i honestly want to know if i'm the only one who can't sleep at night because her mind just won't stop working. if i were religious this is when i would start praying. i say "if i were ______ this is where i would _____..." a lot, i've noticed. but i'm not those things, so i need to stop thinking about them.

i've gone way too long without a full blown mental breakdown, but i told myself i couldn't without eva here to climb the bluffs afterwards with me. i have found that the only way i can clear my head is be in a high place when it's cloudy and windy. but i hate heights.

and there in lies the problem.





wanna go on another road trip?

I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Remember, remember, the fifth of November, gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
to blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah! A penny loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o' cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah! Hip hip hoorah!

you know who you are.

wow. i really hate you right now.

please don't talk to me if you're just going to be an asshole.
you don't know me as well as you think you do, so stop trying to tell me what i'm doing wrong. you've got your own problems to deal with.

this needs no explanation.

rubbermcshenis: i heard I missed a lot of penis last night. (last night?)
waxon0waxoff: oh man. there were uncircumsized, circumsized, flacid, erect, even one that looked like a dragon
rubbermcshenis: A PENIS THAT LOOKED LIKE A DRAGON?!
rubbermcshenis: That's my dream.
rubbermcshenis: Literally.
rubbermcshenis: I've always wanted a phallis that can breath fire.
rubbermcshenis: Just on cue, though. I don't want accidental flame eruptions
waxon0waxoff: you've never seen the dragon penis!?!?!?!?!?
rubbermcshenis: NOOOOO
waxon0waxoff: hold on. i'm getting you a link.
rubbermcshenis: sometimes I really wonder what's in my history.
waxon0waxoff: *link*
waxon0waxoff: i really should clean mine out before i turn in my computer
rubbermcshenis: holy hell! I did not expect that!
waxon0waxoff: what did you expect?
rubbermcshenis: Not that.
rubbermcshenis: It seems so awkward that I'm looking at dragon penises while listening to "You are my sunshine" by Johnny Cash.
waxon0waxoff: hahahaha
waxon0waxoff: johnny cash and a serpetine phallis. go great together in my book.
rubbermcshenis: I don't want to know what the rest of your book consists of.
rubbermcshenis: It'll be like Julie Andrews and clitoral mutilation.
waxon0waxoff: funny you should bring that up
rubbermcshenis: that's never a sentence you want to hear after "clitoral mutilation"
waxon0waxoff: we were talking about clitoral mutilaiton last night. after we discussed the proper pronunciation of clitoris
rubbermcshenis: sometimes I wonder about you people.
waxon0waxoff: the germans?
rubbermcshenis: that, or the jews. or the clitoral mutilation children.
rubbermcshenis: which, by the way, was the name of my first suicide cult
rubbermcshenis: it didn't go over so well.
waxon0waxoff: i imagine it wouldn't.
waxon0waxoff: my first cult is going to be the Leibowists
rubbermcshenis: good name. are you going to wear berets?
waxon0waxoff: no, we're going to wear tan velour jumpsuits, brand new blue chucks, and those groucho marx big glasses/fuzzy mustache disguises
waxon0waxoff: i've thought this out
rubbermcshenis: you're going to look like garbage men who love mustaches.
rubbermcshenis: I dont know if thats what youre going for.
rubbermcshenis: but it sounds fantasmic.
waxon0waxoff: it's mostly just the fact that if we're all wearing groucho glasses, we really can't judge one another.
waxon0waxoff: plus i just really like the feeling of velour against flesh
waxon0waxoff: did i mention that underwear is prohibited?
rubbermcshenis: no you did not. but thats an excellent rule.
rubbermcshenis: except for the old people
rubbermcshenis: youll have to replace the jumpsuits often
waxon0waxoff: there will be no old people
waxon0waxoff: this ain't cocoon
rubbermcshenis: well good. that solves the entire problem of urinary issues.
rubbermcshenis: by the way, I feel doubly cool for being in your profile again.
waxon0waxoff: hahaha
waxon0waxoff: you own that bitch
rubbermcshenis: but Ive noticed a trend.
rubbermcshenis: everyone else says something nice and funny about you
rubbermcshenis: and I talk some random shit about sauces and shenanigans.
waxon0waxoff: being called evil doesn't fall in my "nice" classifications
waxon0waxoff: i think that embodies my personality more than evil
rubbermcshenis: let me rephrase. nice now means accurate.
waxon0waxoff: hahahahahahaha
waxon0waxoff: i just like that in the last week i've been called:
waxon0waxoff: dangerous, evil, a rebel, neato, depressing, a ray of sunshine, mitch headberg reincarnated with big tits, and a wench.
rubbermcshenis: I can see Mitch with big tits.
waxon0waxoff: i think it was the hair and glasses at the time
rubbermcshenis: and I like how a ray of sunshine is right after depressing.
waxon0waxoff: yah, those came from the same person, too
rubbermcshenis: I would come up with a nickname that accurately represents what I think of you but I can't combine "egomaniacal," "mountain-top stainer with semen," and "funky" into one word.
waxon0waxoff: Ego Spunky
rubbermcshenis: I was going to say egosperm fun! but that just sounds like a kid's game gone wrong
waxon0waxoff: milton bridle, milton bradley's sex crazed cousin came up with it
rubbermcshenis: damn, why didn't I get to sleep with the cool cousin? All Bradley wanted to do was play with his dog and refused to say anything other than "Sorry!" in the sack.
waxon0waxoff: i don't know. unless you're into role-playing, leather straps, and being asked to "whinny like you mean it," bridle probably isn't for you either. you'd be better of with uncle morty bradley. he's just now getting around to 1973's number 1 best seller, The Joy Of Sex Without Plastic Game Pieces.
rubbermcshenis: Hey, Morty Bradley sounds like the type of man I'd meet in a bar otuside of a paper mill where everything smells like body odor and beer nuts are considered a delicacy. I think I'll go with the role-playing. I've always wanted to be a transsexual princess leia.
waxon0waxoff: it just doesn't help that Bridle really does look like Jabba the Hut. but hey, i guess that works for some people.
rubbermcshenis: It works for me for damn sure. Who wouldn't love a giant growling piece of crap?
rubbermcshenis: Hey, sounds like my second husband!
rubbermcshenis: that joke would work better if I had a second husband.
rubbermcshenis: or a first.
waxon0waxoff: just switch out husband for boyfriend. or lover. or sugar daddy.
rubbermcshenis: sugar daddy is the only one out of the list of suggestions that works.
rubbermcshenis: they are easier to come by and easier to lose.
rubbermcshenis: meaning, of course, death.
rubbermcshenis: by aids.
waxon0waxoff: at least that's what you tell the coroner when he asks where all the lesions came from. i think that poisonous leeches would give away your master plan of the perfect murder.
rubbermcshenis: dude, leeches are not my forte. I'd be afraid to touch one of them. They'd find my blood much sweeter than that of a pimp and eat me instead. and I'd never get to see george bush be impeached.
waxon0waxoff: then your best plan for sugar daddy homocide is probably iocane powder in his nightly glenn livit. colorless and odorless, no man can survive it. not even one with more track marks than courtney love.
rubbermcshenis: dude, how do we even have these conversations?
waxon0waxoff: i was just asking myself that.
rubbermcshenis: sometimes I wonder about how many brain cells we are losing by thinking of ways to kill sugar daddies. then I think of how many brain cells I lose by drinking and it doesn't seem so bad.
waxon0waxoff: i think of these conversations as a way of stimulating my brain cells after a week of high-intensity jack daniels fitness camp. what doesn't kill em just makes them stronger.
rubbermcshenis: or warps them into some unrecognizable brain cell that thinks its name is Bartholomew and calls its mother "madre"
waxon0waxoff: i think mine are past Bartholomew-Madre relationships. we're into Rahoul-Crazy Aunt Ida territory.
rubbermcshenis: oh fuck. you've got an edge on me. And I thought it was bad that mine are listening to hair bands while watching "Say Anything" over and over again.
waxon0waxoff: don't diss lloyd dobler, man. it takes guts to tell john mahoney he has a stellar juke box, then deliver a letter from his daughter, saying she doesn't love him anymore because his idea of providing for her involved tax fraud and geriatric thievery.
rubbermcshenis: "I gave you my heart and you gave me a pen."
rubbermcshenis: It's my motto to live by.
rubbermcshenis: Or, break up with someone by.
waxon0waxoff: "the rain on my car is a baptism. the new me. Ice Man. Power Lloyd. my assault on the world begins now."
waxon0waxoff: that's MY motto.
rubbermcshenis: I like mine better. it involves pens. and...dammit YOU WIN! okay? are you happy now? you beat me with say anything quotes!
waxon0waxoff: i could beat john cusack with say anything quotes.
waxon0waxoff: i could also beat him with a baseball bat, but quotes just scream "poetic justice" a little bit more.
rubbermcshenis: when did assualt with an object used primarily to smack 60 mile per hour balls turn into a vicious rather than helpful and encouraging thing?
waxon0waxoff: when the mob got their hands on it.
waxon0waxoff: around the same time horse heads became a symbol of foreboding.
rubbermcshenis: horse heads with or without horns?
rubbermcshenis: dude, that was alliterative.
waxon0waxoff: way to kill the flow with SAT words.
waxon0waxoff: if i were an emperor who slightly resembled a llama, people would be yelling at you right now
rubbermcshenis: I highly believe people are yelling at me right now even though you are not an emperor. so you suck at your anti-llama-turning-into-ness.
waxon0waxoff: i'm sorry i don't have evil ancient cat witches following me around with dimwitted ex-seinfield characters. that's just not how i roll.
rubbermcshenis: Well I roll like a tricycle.
rubbermcshenis: beat that, foo!
waxon0waxoff: i roll like a fuckin big wheel.
waxon0waxoff: spin out lever and everything
waxon0waxoff: you just got SERVED
rubbermcshenis: since when did something invented by a caveman kick the ass of a dangerous and foolish looking children's toy?
rubbermcshenis: oh yeah thats right NEVER
waxon0waxoff: i'm talkin Big Wheel, as in the awesome 80s lowrider plastic three wheeled vehicle, only utilized by the baddest of the bad
waxon0waxoff: jeez, tasha.
rubbermcshenis: I was going to say that I'm a barbie jeep but that's the lowest of the low
rubbermcshenis: so I am done.
rubbermcshenis: fin.
waxon0waxoff: light weight.
rubbermcshenis: I must be off to sleep to stop interrupting my roommates with my typing and crazy maniacal laughter at the mention of John Cusack.
waxon0waxoff: i love that a man whose work includes such titles as "must love dogs" and "sixteen candles" creates maniacal laughter.
rubbermcshenis: I cant even respond to that because I'm gigglin at "sixteen candles"
rubbermcshenis: dont forget high fidelity
rubbermcshenis: his masterpiece
waxon0waxoff: which i must now go watch.
waxon0waxoff: i think i might just fast forward to the end when jack black sings Let's Get It On
rubbermcshenis: dude, you best not be watching that movie without me.
rubbermcshenis: i will string you up by your toenails.
rubbermcshenis: and i do literally mean string. I know your toes like the back of my hand.
waxon0waxoff: how's the hangnail goin?
rubbermcshenis: you're corrupt. and I think this entire conversation should be a profile.
waxon0waxoff: if only they could fit this much.
waxon0waxoff: they should talk to the people at Ford in the minivan division about getting the most out of your space.
rubbermcshenis: don't even mention minivans in a positive light.
rubbermcshenis: the only thing worse than minivans are station wagons.
rubbermcshenis: if they could start a plague that would kill only cars, that would be the proper victim.
waxon0waxoff: what about this new trend of refridgerator box cars? like the scion and honda element. i think those should be high on the list as well.
rubbermcshenis: thats very true. the element would also be a wise target. but i think they should be infected with a different strand that reflects how square they are. like nearsightedness.
waxon0waxoff: or tennis elbow.
rubbermcshenis: haha or carpal tunnel syndrome.
rubbermcshenis: god we rock.
waxon0waxoff: seriously. people wish they were this cunning and witty.
rubbermcshenis: for sure. but i must be off to sleep. or off to attempt to read a novel at 1:12 in the morning.
waxon0waxoff: good luck with that.

Spring Break Recap

i'm just going to start out by saying that a week away from winona really brings out the best in some people. if you don't know what i'm talking about, don't worry. it means less competition for me.

alright, since it was only 8 days long, let's do a day by day of my spring break. don't worry, i'll keep it interesting.

Saturday
woke up and had myself some cinnamon rolls. nice nice. kept tabs on the UK game. went to jenni's to hang out and play cards. nothing monumental.

Sunday
tom and beth came over for dinner. mmmm jambalaya. i miss real food already. watched the bracket announcements for march madness. got really pissed off.

Monday
got my steak and shake fix for the week. hung out with the fam a little bit.

Tuesday
rented Goodnight and Goodluck and watched it with my dad. very good very good. i really liked the movie, and am now more in love with george clooney than ever.

Wednesday
traveling Girodet exhibit from the louvre was at the art institute of chicago, so mom and i went. very cool. i really like his portraits. ate at cosi. i love that place. got some jamba juice. more love. went to hollywood blvd. with deanna, julie, and amy to see failure to launch. not bad. funnier than i thought it would be. and i really liked the whole dinner theater idea.

Thursday
buffalo wild wings with deanna, julie, amy, and porter. forgot about the U of I game, so it was a litte crowded, but a good time was had by all. dropped off porter and went back to julie's. played catchphrase and watched sahara. i take that back. we played 8 intense rounds of catchphrase, with a few pauses to admire a shirtless matthew mcconaughey. key C.P. moments: blank blank = oh romeo. it smells great, but it tastes like shit. the guy who does the retarded telethons. cucaw cucaw.

Friday
UK game vs. UAB. a bit of a nail biter. St. Patty's dinner with the fam. man i love corned beef and potatoes. watched must love dogs with deanna and amy, while deanna *tried* to cut the sides to make a fleece blanket. went home and watched 40 year old virgin, and was just really uncomfortable. love steve carrell, love paul rudd, but for some reason the movie wasn't as endearing and funny as it was awkward.

Saturday
saw a matinee of she's the man with deanna, julie and amy. again. found a new obsession: channing tatum. yummy. went to urban outfitters and walked around a bit, found some GREAT books. almost bought a flask. i wish i had.

and there you go. it was pretty tame, but i enjoyed it. nice break. and now it's back for tests and caucuses.

Weather Sucks

the nicest day of break so far has been the one where i was in the car for five hours. it was a nice drive though, quicker than usual, and i had an ass load of good music with me.

it's only monday and my mom is already on my nerves to the point of breakage. this is why i didn't come home between winter break and now. i just can't stand her sometimes. let's see, what else has been going on...

UK lost in the second round of the SEC championship. not too happy about that. even less happy about their placings in the march brackets. i don't think they'll make it past the second round. i'm not even sure if they'll be able to get past UAB right out of the blocks, and then to go on to UCANN right after? the team's too young and they just haven't gelled this year. i don't see them going very far at all.

other news... saw jenni saturday night. she was supposed to have a bonfire, but of course the rain, thunder and lightening shooting off from all the major storm systems swirling around didn't leave much room for that, so by the time i got there everyone was playing asshole in her kitchen and getting smashed on orange juice and champagne. it wasn't a bad time though. it ended up being me and jenni, and four random guys, none under the age of 23. i had met two of them the night we sang karaoke and one went with us to see willy wonka on imax, and i think the other one was just a friend of one of the guys. nothing really happened, just cards, booze, wrestling, ding dong ditching, and a little bit of fresh prince to cap off the night. but it was nice to see jenni. i haven't seen anyone since christmas. i miss them all. i'll be seeing de a couple times this week, and then next weekend all of the U of I kids will be here and i'll get to see amanda and such, so that will be nice.

alright, i've bored the crap out of you. i'm going to go eat some food that isn't scooped out of a big metal bin.

i'm thinking about what a giraffe looks like when it has the hiccups.

hahahaha. my blog comes up when you search him again. i love that i keep checking. is it wrong that i think this whole situation is freakin hilarious?







no. so leave me alone.

so i think i'm in love with my western civ teacher, matt lindaman, in a totally non sexual way. this is the one i went to that junior high history contest with, who apparently thinks i'm plotting the revolution. anyway...

i had his class yesterday at one, but he let us out after 10 minutes so he could go to a speech about indiana basketball/be out of the building while his wife did an interview. so he pretty much just gave us the test questions for two weeks from now, then left. i stayed in minne for a while, just chatting with betsy and working on my computer. at about 3:30 lindaman came back and all of a sudden, he powerwalked out of his office (he always seems like he's in a hurry) and came up to me with a newspaper article that he'd pulled out.

i guess the fact that i judged the contest for him makes me his new friend, which i don't hate in any way shape or form, because that means he gives me newspaper articles that give me the answer and a citeable source for the last essay question on the test. what this means is, i already know one of the questions on the test, so out of the 5 he gave us to prepare, i only have to look at 3. a lot less busywork for me. it also means he thinks i'm worth the effort, which is a good indicator of how i'm doing in the class. and i like the direction that's taking.

i'm just glad that in this hand full of weeks i usually have such a problem with, i'm getting positive feedback and keeping things upbeat. not too much depressing crap. i did have a bit of a breakdown last night with beans, but i pulled it out in the end with humor and grace, if i do say so myself. that by ne means suggests that the problem is solved... it won't be until about april. but that's ok. spring break starts tomorrow.

i'm realizing right now, that's only the second time i've mentioned spring break so far. maybe it's because it's probably just going to be a week of me sitting on my ass studying, capped off by st. patty's day celebrations. at least i'll be in chicago, though.

immigrants don't like beans?

dems was at the DFL tonight to hear a snippet from becky lourey. i honestly think she's got my vote for governor. i mean, there's still a lot of time before november elections, but i was extremely impressed with her energy and enthusiasm. it's just what we need right now. i think, though, what pushed me over the edge was a little comment made right at the end of her speech. someone in the audience brought up fred phelps and his protesting of military funerals. it seemed as though the person was in support of the proposed bill to ban protesting at funerals. and becky took a stand. she wasn't going to skirt the issue and try to please everyone in the audience, she said what she felt. her son was killed in iraq, and she would never want his funeral protested, but's free speech, plain and simple. you may not like it, it may be hateful and disgusting, but they have every right to say it. this all goes back to one of my favorite sayings of all time, "i may not agree with what you have to say, but i'll defend to the death your right to say it." i guess that's really important to me.

oh, and by the way, i've decided to run for vice president of the college democrats for next year. rick and paddock and tasha and amanda talked me into it. but mostly i did.





i'm really excited/nervous.

what the hell is wrong with me?

i have a feeling next week is going to crash and burn, because this week has just been amazing.

today betsy and i went to holmen middle school over in wisconsin to help judge a national history day project contest. the students were told to pick a hitorical figure or event who encapsulated taking a stand. they could either make a display board, a website, a documentary, or do a skit. first, betsy, lindaman and i started out judging the performances. they were so-so, 8th grade quality, until about the third one. it was a group of three girls talking about the White Rose group and anti-Nazi leaflets. somehow on the internet they found out there was one remaining survivor, and got his contact information. they ended up getting a two hour phone interview with the guy. amazing. i was totally blown away.

after that we judged a couple booths, nothing too noteworthy. then lunch. lindaman sat there and told us all the new dirt in the history department, it was hilarious. and we talked about ristow's defficiencies, and lindaman told us that, supposedly, he got covered in chalk during his interview. definitely ristow. it was just so much fun, and i can't really explain why. you could tell the other judges didn't like us very much, though... i think we were stepping on some toes by coming over from minnesota. and the rides there and back with betsy, jammin to guster in her lil car were just perfect.

i seriously couldn't be happier right now. and my shoes should be in my mailbox right now, which just makes everything even better.

oy.

word of the day: cloning.

man life is funny. i was having the shittiest day in recent memory up until 1 o'clock when i went to my world civ class. now, normally our discussions of the rise of christianity, feminism in ancient greece, and the stupidity of the romans doesn't exactly preheat my oven, but for some reason lindaman was just really enjoyable today. and everyone was talking, and laughing, and discussing the societal ramafications of WWIII and the nuclear holocaust. i'm really angry with myself that i was on the verge of skipping. it turned out even better as i walked out of class to find betsy on one of the couches. we chatted for a bit, then she said she was going back to talk to lindaman, see if he could get her out of some of her classes tomorrow. he told her that he's going to be a an area middle school judging some sort of history contest thingy. and then he asked if she wanted to help him. of course she said yes, because it's lindaman, and it means she doesn't have to go to latin american history tomorrow. then she came back out to the couches and asked if i want to come with. oh hells yes. a legitimate and educational excuse to skip ristow's class? i'm all about that shit. so we went to tell lindaman i'm coming with, and he and i made fun of betsy's tuesday/thursday school marm attire.

cut back to the lounge like 15 minutes ago... betsy has left for her class, and i'm sitting here waiting for christine (still am). ristow comes out to use the bathroom before his class, so i flag him down to tell him i'm not going to be there tomorrow, and to see if i need to do anything or read anything special to make up for missing class. he walks over and is all smug and sarcastic and like "i usually don't promote these sort of educational endeavours blah blah blah blah" and i'm playing along, but the whole time in my head i'm thinking "you're just pissed because betsy and i aren't going to be around to entertain you and feed your ego." so he goes on some long-winded shpiel about getting the notes from someone else that could have, in all actuality, taken 30 seconds and not involved him coming over and semi-sitting down, and i just keep saying "ok cool, yah, sure, that's fine...." and then he takes a swig from his refilled plastic dr. pepper bottle, and i have to work really hard to stifle the laughter bubbling up.

and that right there is why i'm in love with being alive right now. for some reason things just seem to be working out for me. i'm happy. i feel loved. i have these little moments that just vindicate everything i've been feeling and going through for the past two months. and to top it all off, jerry fuckin gerlach is back in town. i'm not quite sure what to make of it, but i'm going out today to buy an orange vest and learn how to dodge birdshot.

i guess i'm dangerous.

hahaha if you google ristow's name my blog is like the fourth thing that comes up. why didn't that happen before? oh well. professor ristow, if you're reading this... you really should invest in those chalk mittens. you were covered in dust today. oh, and you really need to fabreze your office. when your door is open, you can smell the stale coffee and cigarettes all the way down the hall. and get a new water bottle. reusing a plastic one like that can contaminate the water and make you sick. then think of all the work you'd have to do to make up for missing class...

FOR SOME REASON MY INHIBITIONS AND SENSE OF SHAME HAVE DISAPPEARED!!!!!

sssssssssuck it.






i don't know why i just said that.