Pre-draft jitters

In 1.25 hours i have my first (and it turns out only) live fantasy baseball draft of the year. Unfortunately i missed the other because i was driving up to Wheaton (well worth it...plus my bro probably drafted me a better team than i would have). The preparation and projections made prior to a fantasy baseball draft are always pretty entertaining to look back on in October. Some guy who never plays a game of the season usually gets drafted in the first couple rounds, and some stellar All-Stars won't get drafted...we really have no idea what will happen, that's what makes it so great. Yet i still spend lots of time pouring over the ESPN Insider fantasy baseball draft kit and numerous articles by so-called fantasy experts (aka geeks...especially eric karabell)

Today at school two of our teachers were gone and apparently were unable to get subs. And apparently the administration decided not even to bother supervising us because they feel we are trustworthy, which we are when compared to the other classes. That is to say we won;t break anything or be destructive, btu we certainly weren't productive or constructive. In Ancient Lit we reminisced on 8th grade and looked at ancient basketball pictures (we are talkin 1990, guys-shorts-to-make-you-puke style). Our class follows the teachings of Machiavelli...it is better to appear trustworthy than to actually be trustworthy...then you get to reap all the benefits while having the freedom to deceive...mwahahaha. Machiavelli rocked in the same way that movies like Ocean's 11 rock...you just wish you were allowed to do what he did because it's just so dang cool.

Today i also found my creative writing notebook from last year and had some good times reading about how girls are like can openers, the rebellion of black ballpoint pens, phatic devices containing homosexual acts, and much much more. Expect some of those prompts to make it in the ole blog in the future. That's what i got for now...if i get bored in the 20-something rounds of the draft, i will update.

Being Honest

I'll be honest, i was expecting more comments on my visual Sunday. I really put a lot of effort into it with clever captions and all...oh well.

I'll be honest, chemistry is the only class i can walk into and straight up tell the teacher "yeah, about that homework...i didn't do it. In fact, i didn't even try," without having to worry about consequences. She jsut let us do it in class...good times.

I'll be honest, the judges of Creative Writing Poetry at MAACS were pretty dumb. As faithful readers know, the theme this year was "teenagers with Bibles in hand." In the first few lines of my poem, i mention "canon-wielding adolescents," a cool way of renaming the theme. Yeah the judge definitely missed that when he marked my spelling of "canon" as an error. He then proceeded to say he didn't think it was clear how my piece tied into the topic. The poor guy was trying to figure out how adolescents carry massive war machines around, and more importantly, why i was writing about it. Oh my, oh my. The other judge was worse though. This guy didn;t even read what each score was for. One scoring category was ecplained: "Does this poem have a rhyme scheme/how well was it followed/used? If not, does the poem employ the use of alliteration, consonance, assonance and other sound devices effectively?" My money says, the guy didn;t know that poems could be written w/o a rhyme scheme. He gave me a 4 compared to the other judges 10 (out of ten). Good times...good times. I also got a "try to approach the topic more creatively." I guess i was pretty direct...good ole Tri-City.

I'll be honest, i was disappointed to see no Catholic bashing comments on the judging sheets for my Ash Wednesday recitation.

I'll be honest, right now, i am nto really excited about our drama (Merchant of Venice). This is the first time i have ever felt this way about a show (ok, maybe 7 Brides, but i don;t remember that stage). I hope things get better. Having Savannah and Brittany there today was nice for multiple reasons.

I could go on, but being too honest gets me into trouble.

Visual Sunday: Road Trip

Here are pics from our Wheaton trip. I recommend starting at the bottom and going up as you look at them. I intended for them to be in that order but wasn't thinking when i posted them...enjoy!

On a side note, there is more road trip analysis on Saturday's post. If you missed it, check it out, some of the pics will make more sense.

The Fort was gone, but we still slept in the living room the last night. It was pitch black when this picture was taken...i put the camera on timer, sat in on the counter and captured a priceless moment in time. 

Watching the game at Mary Doleshall's (sp?) apartment, aka " Miss I scored the amazing goal in the National Championship game that sent it to PKs" Seriously, the kid wouldn;t stop bringing it up :). 

Night shot of our so-called "porn lights" guiding us to the bathroom when we awoke within the fort wondering where the heck we were. 

Craig going Blue Steel within The Fort 

The Fort, pretty much done...you don't have to flatter me with comments on it's amazingness. It was great seeing the reactions of some of the guys when they came into their house late that night "What happened to our living room"
"We built The Fort"
"Was it necessary to use our curtain rod, curtains, all our stools, two of our chairs, a can of paint, enoch's sheets, Scotch tape, phonebooks, and all three couches?"
"Basically."
"Alright. Man i haven;t heard of guys doing this since third grade."
"Don't hate...appreciate."

The famed paint can on the fort's corner. Personally, i never saw its use. Apparently there was one, but regardless, it came open while we were watching the movie, and latex based (fortunately not oil) paint went all over the floor, a pillow and the stool...pretty funny stuff in retrospect, but kinda annoying at the time...i wanted sleepy

Mikey and i working hard on the fort 

me and the famed MSP chillaxin' during fort construction...hope State pulls it off tonight :). 

This is my nasty hand. How did it get so nasty you ask? Well, there was this pole, the kind you put in the gym floor to attach the volleyball net to. So Enoch and i put the pole in the hole, and i think "Well it sure does look like we need to make it higher (it was adjustable). And it sure does look like the pin is out, so it must be as low as it goes. So if i just loosen this screw, it should move up freely--" The following is no longer in my thoughts, it was vocalized, "AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!"
The upper part of the pole had smashed my hand between itself and the lower part...that felt great.

This is doug and Craig in the new Beamer center. It's kinda like a student union type of place with the post office, a coffee shop, lots of games, a big screen etc. We watched the NCAA games there, and oh yes, played some intense games of shuffleboard...craig and i dominated. 

Wheaties.

Did you know they make multivitamins? Yes, they are orange. No, we don't know why they bother. They smell really nasty. All that is good and well, but my post title really has nothing to do with the whole grain Gneral Mills cereal. It has everything to do with students attending Wheaton College (aka Wheaties).

Wednesday around 6 pm, two friends and i left Topeka and arrived in the Chicago suburb of Wheaton c. 2 am. After conversing with Wheaton Doug for a while, jumping in bed with Enoch (not the one God raptured), and tossing in fear of brown recluses, i fell asleep. The next "morning" classes got cancelled and everyone seemed to be going somewhere (Easter Break), except for doug, us, Miss Sassy Pants, and Techno-Awesome-Man. MSP was a pretty cool chick and a die hard Michigan State fan (feel free to insert a comma between "pretty" and "cool"). She hung out with us most of thursday night even through fort construction and Lock Stock. She's a junior and lives in the fresh/soph dorms...may she be blessed. It takes a real trooper to tolerate our seemingly infinite jest.

Some real highlights of thursday included shuffleboard at the Beamer Center while watching The Tournament, burritos at "Los" (their fact-based catchphrase is "burritos the size of your head"), having MSP ask us to "take our sassy pants off," having MSP tell me "Maybe we could fork," having TAM get really excited as he described his XBOX mods to me, and consturcting the fort to make Frank Lloyd Wright jealous. I also did weird stuff to my hand that will be described in tomorrow's potentially lengthy visual Sunday (hopefully we will have fort pictures and MSP also).

Friday the lazy guys slept in silly-late and we went to Good Friday service after TAM forced us to play Halo wit hhim "Guys, i have been waiting all day for this!"
"Umm, you woke up 30 minutes ago."
"I know" (said in that tone that i always say it in...nathan, you know what i'm talkin about)
"Anything for you Tam."
*Enoch rushes in*
"Hey guys, did you see my new car? It's a Lexus!"
"Ok, yo uand your corporately desired triple majored self go get your signing bonus and make lots of money...i am so jealous!"
"I just want to play Halo man!"
"Alright TAM, see ya Enoch."
"I got a really good deal..."

Ok, anyways, more tomorrow of the good times. Hope to see some of you tomorrow whom i havent see in a while. I also hope not to see some of you tomorrow that i havent seen in a while. There are also some of you whom i have seen very recently that i still hope to see tomorrow. And furthermore, there are some of you whom i haven't seen for a while whom i wish to see, but whom i don't hope to see tomorrow because frankly, it's not going to happen, and why should i waste my time getting my hopes up?

Hit the road (ouch)

I will paraphrase a piece of dialog from Infinite Jest. I would go grab the book, but it's packed in my bag and i am too lazy to go downstairs to get it. Two brothers are talking on the phone.
"No i havent been outside. It was like 90 degrees today, and the sun was blazing."
"That's Fahrenheit i presume?"

O man, it's stuff like that that makes life worth living. And i guess the whole God putting us here on earth to spread his message.

TAD'S IS OPEN! yeah i definitely went there, and i definitely spilled cherry limeade snowcone on my sweatshirt as i was trying to hold two, eat one, and drive. That was after i accidentally hit the panic button in the Tad's parking lot...good times. If anyone wants to go there when i get back (preferably female, or Brady), i am totally game. Maybe that could top of some male DDR domination hehe.

Hope fully i wil ltake some pictures while i am in Wheaton, and if i don't...well then i guess my memory will get mad at me for the neglect i show it, and you might miss out on some funny moments in time captured on a CCD...your loss. Pray that we don't die on our way to Wheaton.

You're nothing to me

The Godfather Part II contains the most passionate acting I have ever seen. Only Al Pacino's face can express the most supreme anger humanly possible while still remaining in complete control. He instills fear by entering a room. Not even his family feels safe around him. In a Mrs. Beaver-describing-Aslan sort of way you shouldn't feel safe around him. It's not wise. I don;t really want to give particulars away, but bottom line, go watch the trilogy (or at least the first two).


If you have never seen Scrabble televised, you haven't lived. My life-fulfilling opportunity came Monday afternoon when i wandered downstairs for a late lunch around 3. I flipped on ESPN2 and saw two ubernerds, as Triumph would call them, showing their acute knowledge of etymology. One was a concert pianist, the other, a math professor. Neither had seen sunlight in years. Lon McCeachern (sp?), the same guy who a few years ago got made fun of for being the loser who announced all the poker shows on ESPN tries to educate the audience as the game progresses. Some former scrabble champ rambles on about what their scabble computer says each player should do each turn. The thing is spitting out all the possible words, bingos, probabilities...scary stuff really. When i play Scrabble, i just hope to get double digits. These guys are losin' it when they go a couple turns without getting a bingo (emptying all your tiles with one word) and the 50 point bonus that comes with it. But props to the concert pianist who won the $25,000 first place prize (surprisingly he had a girlfriend), and even a few props to the math prof whose hairstyle was straight out of the early 90s. I can't even describe it, but you would instantly recognize the look.

So tomorrow i am goin' to Wheaton to visit Doug. You can count on multiple males sharing beds, frugality (or frugalness, whichever you prefer), late nights, NCAA tourney action, video games, and whatever else there is to do when most of the cool people are gone for Easter *sigh*. Welcome home those of you who get back before i do (probably Saturday afternoon).

Visual Sunday Presents: Summer Movies

And i spent way too much time trying to get the pictures to work...as usual, so i have resorted to linking most of them.

Batman Begins

Nolan, director of Memento, is tackling a huge franchise with yet another new Batman (Christian Bale). I hope it's good even though Ben doesn't think it will be :).

A Scanner Darkly

Poster
The use of rotoscoping returns in this star-studded film set in the future. Rotoscoping takes the actual footage and sort of draws over it, using only obvious value contrasts.

Stealth

Stealth Poster
Rob Cohen+Jessica Biel+out of control AI=an inhumane waste of resources. But who knows, can Jaime Foxx really do a Rob Cohen movie? It just doesnt seem right. Over under on number of explosions?

Star Wars Episode III: The Revenge of the Sith

Poster
The finale of the biggest move franchise...ever. Trailers look pretty sweet, and the pg-13 rating ensures more violence...yesssss.

Smile

Poster
Yeah, don't worry if you havent heard of this. I just saw the trailer today and was intrigued. It stole the tagline from Maria Full of Grace, "Based on 80,000 true stories." But i still think it will be good, and i like Mika Boorem.

Wake down

Wake Forest lost tonight. There went my bracket. They played like KU at the end there. Yeah, i had them winning the National Title. Alas, i still love the tourney.

Video games are getting really high-tech (see NBA Live 2005). The idea of a slam dunk contest is sweet. If only i could do a dunk without watching tutorials. Alas, maybe it's cuz i'm white.

Seeing Topeka's new theatres sitting on the hill today made me remember this recounting of one visit to West Ridge 8.

Poor Man's Theatre

No melted butter greased up already
Auto-mechanic-looking fingernails.
No glorified cough medicine or juice
Dehydrated a well-watered palate.
Welcome to the fourth row, counting backwards.
All alone, with arms outstretched, adjacent
Seats silently forbidden to lovers.
Sandaled feet rest on what were once armrests.
"It's dark. Can you see? He's waving, the fool."
Two rows up, frequently drunk teens loudly
Spoke of things private. They wore trucker hats.
"Isn't this too close? No neck craning for
me. One back. How 'bout two? Now over. There
Is a guy! Sorry sir. My silly friend..."
A small plane approaches, something whirs.
Just a projector. Live entertainers
left long ago. The Poor Man's Theatre
Dries up pockets. Teenagers' don't dry out.
Through a spy glass, bulging eyes claim divine
sight. "Blasphemy! Bring new advertisements!"
5-11-04

I'm tired. Today went well though...how bout $105 Nate? Thats always a good deal...you might be needing the money soon though. And i'm not talking about college. Oh snap!

Sometime soon i plan to give you all the DL on door-to-door paint estimate selling...good times.

A Matter of Seconds

Nothing sucks mroe than writing something significant and having it erased.

Ok, this day has straight up sucked. Not really, but allow me to say that it has. I just finished spending the second of two full days wit ha bunch of legalistic baptists who take their fine arts competition way too seriously, who have Wrangler suits (yeah, they make them), who only have two choices for college, Bob Jones or Pensacola, who somehow beat us in every single vocal category we eneterd for the first time ever. They even beat madrigals (i say beat, but really i just mean that the judges gave them better scores. We were obviously better. How could we not be? :) ) for the first time EVER. They don't understand my poetry. They dock points for not bowing together. They are generally overweight and carry enough makeup on their faces to open up their own Mary Kay shop. These people got the satisfaction of saying that they beat the Narnians. Screw you.

Ku lost. Freakin' A. I haven;t posted in so long. What a way to top off my day of losing at everything i did. after i got home, i had to go to a missions trip meeting whic hwas ok, but i missed the crandalls.

If i don't end up going to Chicago over spring break, something will die, and it might be your dog, so watch out! I want to cry right now because the last post i wrote before was s omuch better than this one but i f***ing pressed the window button instead of control when i had the post highlighted and what does that do? It deletes it AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I hate life. Some people are so amazingly dumb. Eat me, i'm going to bed. I hate you, blog.

On Tilt

Some things i learned from watching Tilt:
Calling a good sized raise with J9 from the best player and only player who has more chips than you at the table is a good play as long as you are in late position.

An excellent player will call for all her money with a set when four to the straight are on the board, the only card needed to make the straight is an ace, and two players called her pre-flop raise.

When you are filthy rich and top dog, you still do all the killing yourself.

When playing the WSOP main event, you still have hours and hours of free time on your hands to say...oh i dunno...take a little drive to Tahoe, and kill people.

Ok enough of that, i don;t want to drive all my female readers (and i know there are lots of you) away. Spring Break is just around the corner and you know what? I have no idea what i am doing, but i do want to know what YOU are doing.

Tonight i spent lots of time polishing up my memorization of Ash Wednesday for MAACS. It is quickly becoming my favorite poem not written by me (joke). I have read it a billion times and still understand i little more each time (and still know i havent really scratched the surface).

I am also debating what kind of computer to get for college. i am really leaning the Mac way, but stacking out a PC laptop is pretty tempting. The iMacs are so beautiful! I'm open to any suggestions, pros/cons (i guarantee a comment from ben, and maybe driver), and feedback on Dell's customer service. That's all i got.

we might as well be strangers

There are those people in your life that you are excited about knowing initially, but whom, in retrospect, you wish you had never known. Their existence merely complicated situations, made you upset, and, generally, did nothing to further your pursuit of the good life. Despite the initial fun and excitement, you might as well have been strangers.

I have missed a few days of posting due to my lack of desire on Friday, and my poker pro bro last night. Now i am back.

This week should hold some great events, MAACS (our regional fine arts competition in KC) especially. All of the nazi's drama...o my...i hope that gets better. Friday at Todd's was pretty good times. It was nice hangin wit hsome people i hadn't really hung with in a long time (Scholl Speake). Susanna, you can get that rematch anytime hehe. All this, and it is VISUAL SUNDAY!

Don't we all just love this kid...oh geez, and our hopes ride partially on his shoulders.

Bucknell co-captain Charles Lee

Illionois' Dee Brown. This kid is a punk stud point guard. And i have to say it, does naming your kid Dee Brown increase his chances of being an athletic star?

Ok, i know that was kind of weak sauce as far as visual Sundays go, but hey, i was sick of searching for decent pics. Only three days of school til spring break. I need to go memorize some more Ash Wednesday for MAACS. WHo knows what break will bring...wheaton? lots of reading? nothing?...the possibilities are no where close to endless.

No DFWWotD...the last chunk i read was written from the POV of a grammatically inept pimp...or something...i'm not totally sure, but suffice it to say that the character did not use great words.

Too late

HAHAHA! My blog just tried to screw me over again by erasing my post, but guess what?!?! I had copied the whole past before i tried to publish it...take THAT blogger!! Thats right, i dominated.

I need to go to bed. Tomorrow is Friday at last, and next week i only have to go to school four 3 days although it seems that most kids are supposed to g ofor 4...lucky me. I hope thie weekend brings good times hangin wit hsome kids i haven't seen for a while like the Nephilim aka, Scholl. haha, thats a blast from the past. Hangin wit hsome peeps was good times...too bad i have school tomorrow unlike all you public schoolers...slackers. Apparently i taped survivor on channel 12 tonight which definitely had the big 12 tournament on...doh!! Fortunately, it is re-aired at 130 am...so i'll have to get on it. Nathan, you mihgt as well just watch.

If anyone wants to buy a 97 Ford Taurus, PW, PL, AC, Power seat, remote keyless entry, green, 3.0 L V6, 142000 miles, the asking price is $2800...give us a ring at 286-4006...great car :).

And i guess i'm out. Much love to most of you, and peace when it is appropriate. Try to control your raw passion this week.

DFWWotD
eidetic (i-det'-ick)-Of, relating to, or marked by extraordinarily detailed and vivid recall of visual images.
caper-A playful leap or hop.
croupier (pronounce it like french)-An attendant at a gaming table who collects and pays bets

the sloth inside us all

Not feeling too productive tonight, so i just typed up the poem i wrote for MAACS i must igve credit for the title to the MAACS person who decided to make that the topic to spark our creativity...what a genius. Craig, congrats on the ipod...we'll have to get yo uall se tup this weekend, or tomorrow. I really miss Rubbish andseeing all you public schoolers...alas, i can wait til the weekend (you punks that don't have school on friday...gosh!). Later kids.

Teenagers With Bibles in Hand

Separating like oil and water,
a dichotomy of canon-wielding
adolescents and the morally dead
revealed itself, forced itself upon some.

A jagged face, missing chunks from previous conflict,
took surface level emotions to a new power.
Foam of fury driveled down
eroded canals on the ancient façade,
so much passion from one who had nothing
to be passionate about.

Disdain looked down on the clear water
with nepotistic arrogance.
Compassion looked hopefully through the tar-black mess,
wanting to clean up, but too distracted
by the marred face to do anything but stare.

A gull, sick of pestering crustaceans,
ventured near the conflict.
Flapping wings fought the descent too late.
Now, coated with the oily hate
from Satan’s leaky cauldron,
he sat,
stuck in his mistake.

The waters below remained idle,
waiting for a miracle.
Some bubbles futilely floated upwards,
having no effect on the growing slick.
Others remained, praying for patience
superceding the quantity of kelp
consumed by sperm whales,
or some other amount.

Fire descended in droplets,
burning holes in the expanse
masquerading as a real surface.
Black smoke rose, as did pure waters,
finally free to spread their life.
No fear of contamination
lurked deep in their hearts as before.
Really, it was just cowardice.
If a few had gone together,
even the jagged face, transformed
by their Gospel, would have joined up.
The fires, though unstoppable,
would have fizzled out, no harm done.

sleep, ride, wait, wait, ski, shower (repeat process)

Ok, let's try this ski trip thing again, forgive me if any of this sounds like repeat from nate's blog...truth is i published it first, but blogspot was being gay...i mean dumb...anyways, i will try to give a fresh take on anything i repeat.

It was a blast. The classic skier vs. snowboarder trash talk never gets old, and it started early, as in 1am-waiting-to-get-on-the-bus-to-go-down early.
"Are you practicing the robot there?"
"Are you practicing the sit-on-your-butt?"
"At least i don't need things on both my feet to stand up."
"At least we don't have to strap in and out before and after every run."
"OK, who gets more chicks?"
"More punk-nasty chicks maybe...go be proud of your comfortable boots, we all know that's all you got."
(i actually think boarder chicks are generally pretty hot, but the large number of punk-nasty ones is annoying)

Some highlights worth mentioning include: me breaking a binding and having to ride down in the snowmobile (again...i did the same thing last year), Brittany (spelling?) Swanson going throug hone of those mesh barriers and over a cliff (she didnt get hurt), watching Melody's patience get tried by newbies, taking money--i mean playing poker with the kids from Grace Bible Church (these kids are what dreams are made of for any poker player with moderate talent...i mean you get calls with nine high, and bottom pair. The other great thing is they never make you pay when their hand rocks...you're welcome nathan. We dominated), and good chat w/mark and wendy.

This particular highlight involves an arcade game known as DDR (dance dance revolution, not double data rate you computer nerds). My friends and i usually just watch people play and make fun of them, especially if it is a guy. But this time Nathan and i got interested enough t oventure onto the game just for everyone's entertainment. it was good times. I sweated a lot. Afterwards, Hannah and Staci challenged us to a little DDR battle of the sexes. Each game contains four songs. Hannah and i alternated who picked the song each round. And guess what? I won all four rounds and even had a combo of 117 on the last one (grade=A). Hannah was crying. Nate didn;t fare quite as well, but that's for him to admit to. Sorry Hannah, i guess it was my mad Puerto Rican dance skills shining through.

There is more to tell, but not now.

DFWWotD
sangfroid (sawn-frwah'):Coolness and composure, especially in trying circumstances
ephebe (ef'-eeb): A youth between 18 and 20 years of age in ancient Greece. {thats useful...show off}
crepuscular(phonetic)-Of or like twilight; dim; In zoology,becoming active at twilight or before sunrise, as do bats and certain insects and birds.

Cover art for HP&tHBP

Here is the cover art for HP&tHBP as revealed this morning on Today. If you want more info, check out The Leaky Cauldron link at left. Mary GrandePre is the artist as usual.

Return From Finding Loveland

Right now i am extremely angry. I just wrote a massive ski trip rundown and it all got deleted when i tried to publish cuz the server was down...freakin A. So here is some poetry...i'll rewrite all that crap tomorrow...i am so mad...grrrr...grant me patience superceding "insert massive quantity here"...

Desire Minus Support

The mountainscape outside my window
dominated my thoughts, as did
my back pain. Spirits swarmed the room.
The good and bad angels got a workout.
Good appeared to prevail,
but don't the the battle was over.
If i had spirit glasses to see the demons,
like those cheap 3D scams in cereal boxes,
hellish legions would rage.
"Not this, may these children
be blinded, discouraged, looking
always at eye-level and not up."
Sadly, the children gave in,
again. 3-4-05

Come in, come in, fortunate favorite of the Queen!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY!! I wanted to post a picture of us at Marelli's (Spelling?), or in front of dudes, or playing zoo, but alas, the digital revolution had not yet struck and i don't have a scanner.

March 2, a date which will most likely not go down in history (unless amy or Darby get insanely famous), but one which holds special meaning because tonight is the night of nights. A bus of teens will soon venture into the dark night (as opposed to those nights which aren't dark that come when snow is on the ground and the sky still glows at 2am...i love those nights. Walking out of a friends house to journey home in the demi-dark calms my spirit). I will probably journal events on the trip and post some of them here in humorous fashion when i return...i can't wait. For those of you staying here...well you could go see our middle school play at the Stone Table Theatre. They are appropriately performing Narnia (non-Blumereich version). I'll never forget my third grade year when i was in The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. I played the Bull. I was black. I had two lines. I had a gold ring painted below my nose. One night, Aslan forgot to unfreeze me in the witches castle, so as all the other Narnians roamed around, enjoying their regained mobility, my third grade self crouched in charging position (she had frozen me before my twin horns bored holes in her winter-loving torso). Eventually, he came bac kto me and i was able to lash out at the Witch, "Come and get it then!" Ah, the bliss of third grade, i can still sing some of the songs from that musical...ask me, and i'll sing them.

May you all enjoy nice weather these next few days. I hope to return to find an email in my inbox from some of you :)...that would make me happy. Shed, box, don't die, or miss me too much (this is feeling way too much like i am leaving the country). Now, i retire to a better place.

DFWWotD
teratogenic (ter'-uh-tuh-jen'-ic)-Of, relating to, or causing malformations of an embryo or fetus.
fulvous-Tawny; dull yellow, with a mixture of gray and brown.

And I'm out, Peace

The feeling of finishing that last big assignment before a long break is euphoric. I have been sitting at this computer screen for the last 3.5 hours working on a paper and power point presentation (and checking blogs, email, talking to people on AIM...Chris, i hope you put Outkast in your presentation just so i can see Iliffs reaction). But now its all over. Ski trip in 24 hours! So exciting, and this year i don;t have to endure the first day of falling down that coems w/ learning to ski.

New season of Amazing race started today, just three weeks after the last one ended...way too soon in my opinion. I am almost tempted to not watch. No, that's ridiculous, of course i will watch.

I guess my ski trip room has a bunch of kids from Grace Bible Church. Hopefully they will be cool. I intend to return with many digital photographs and some poetry to show for my trip.

Here's to sleeping on tour buses!

Any bets on how long after our scheduled departure time (11:59 PM) we will leave?
I am guessing 1:15.

Not feeling too inspired tonight and i didnt even read any DFW, so no vocab...my apologies. Tomorrow will be the last post until Monday. LAter kids