Friday, September 30, 2005

Getting things off my chest

(and I'm not talking about my shirt)

So I get a bad midterm. Yeah. Really bad. But Jarvis told me that he feels like I can do better, so I'm getting a second chance! w00t! I love BYU and their belief that people can repent from bad midterm scores!
So now I have a lot to do this weekend. Like apply for an internship, go shopping, watch General Conference, clean my room, fold my clean clothes (they've been done since Tuesday), and all types of other wonderful stuff. My apartment-mates are no longer leaving for the weekend; I was hoping to have the apartment to myself. Oh well.
Band is pretty intense. Our dance for the Incredibles is pretty intense. My shoulders and back are so sore. If only I could get a back rub...
Pizza for dinner tonight. That's what we have on Friday nights, and it's Friday night. So that's how it goes. I'll probably end up watching anime for the rest of the evening. That's all. I'm sorry this isn't a very creative insert, but you'll live, my dears.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

We're sleeping together

Your eyelids start falling with impending disaster. The Dixon Ticonderoga falls from your hand. Analysis from a Topological Viewpoint becomes the chariot that will take your dreams to their heaven.
Yesterday's homework sticks to your sweaty legs; tomorrow's is cuddled in your arms like a lover. And what a sweet lover she is. She whispers sweet nothings into your ear as you are lowered into sleep.
You wake blinking once or twice; the light is still on. You move your arm only to find a strange tribal imprint on your arm left by a cannibal spiral notebook. You turn your head; papers rustle. Underneath the sheets of paper, there are sheets of cloth, three weeks over due for a wash. Stepping out of your bed, a paper tears, you stick your foot onto a textbook and the pages stick to the bottom of your foot. You would make your bed, but why bother? The sheets are all laid out for you already. 2.30 am. Yes.
Yes.
Hit the snooze button and stop the buzzing in your head. Lay back down, the snooze button hit, buzzing is still in your head. Pull a light blanket over yourself and sleep with your work. Sleep with it. Love it. Make love to it. It shares your bed for the next 8 months like a boyfriend who won't commit. 3am. 4am. 5am.
Good morning! It looks like it'll be a cloudy morning opening up to a sun filled day...

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Gender Equality

I figured out why being female is so much better than being male. The answer is simple. Hair dryers. These all-purpose machines don’t just make your hair silky and shiny (or frizzy and dry depending on the day), but they also melt ice, kill bugs, dry clothes, and most importantly, warm feet. Have you noticed that when you get out of a shower, your feet and hands are more cold than usual? You dry them with a towel, but still there are chunks of ice floating through you veins. This is where hair dryers come in. You start drying your hair. It flies in all directions to the cacophonous noise of the dryer. Then you stop. Your feet are cold, but your hair seems so warm. And then suddenly, your feet are receiving the warm blessings that your hair received. That’s what is so great about being female. Men, who have no need for a hair dryer never learn this secret. It is a sacred secret in the fraternity of womanhood.