(you'll probably wanna turn up your volume to hear, I had to.)
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"I have read that beyond our own solar system, beyond our own galaxy, there are some 100 million galaxies—each containing more than 100,000 million stars. These numbers are incomprehensible. We can pass them around and write them down on flash cards, memorize them to appear smarter, but we can't ever really grasp that kind of size. The size of that kind of universe goes beyond our ability to know. It follows that God must be similarly sized. 'What is man that you take thought of him,' the ancient songwriter sang. When peering out at the stars, it seems like a good question."
My bike is all better now! Hooray! I only had to get a new tube in the back tire, which cost a mere $4.32. I rode it to my circolo d'italiano this evening (that's italian club for all you laymen) without a problem. Holla.
And I really don't have much homework to do right now. That makes me very uneasy....
I would also like to take this moment to briefly implore you to, if you are not already, sponsor a child. I do it through World Vision, but I've also heard good stuff about Compassion International. All I do it pay $30 a month and occasionly send/recieve stuff to/from little Ive Chimpango in Malawi (isn't Ive such a cool name?). Just $30. Maybe you think you don't have $30 to spend a month, but think about it. That's less than 10 dollars a week. That's a couple CDs. That's 3-6 meals out. That's a pair of jeans. You can do it. And it's so rewarding, but more than that, it's so needed. According to World Vision, "on any given day, we have thousands of children who are still waiting for sponsors — their photos have been taken and their profiles written, but they are still waiting to hear that they've been sponsored." They're just waiting for you! Ok, now I'm sounding kind of cheesy, but seriously yo. Look into it. I got a letter from Ive a little while ago. She is too young to write for herself right now, so the letters are written on her behalf. She drew pictures though. I can't wait til she is old enough and and can hear stuff straight for her. That'll be neato.
In my anthropology book, on the chapter concerning genetics, there is a big picture of Wolverine in the "Mutation" section. "..the positive side of mutation is fictionalized in the special talents of the X-Men..." That makes my day a little.
Happy Birthday to Willl! I went on an impromptu voyage home this evening for said birthday. This picture is a result of that.
Those are some goodlookin' twenty-somethings. (yes, a zero is a something)
We'll just say its funny, ok? Saying its funny makes it so much less aggravating.
I crashed my bike on Monday and the front tire of it has been out of commission until today, when I went to Bicycle Outback and got a new tube put in. So all this week, I've been walking to class, because I don't have a parking pass, and, even if I did, finding a parking spot is more trouble than its worth. So I was really looking forward to having my bike back, to riding it to class tomorrow. But then, a few moments ago, I was airing up the back tire, and the valve broke off. Just snapped off when I detached the pump. So now my back tire has no air, and there's nothing I can do about it.
I really just want to scream, but I don't think my roommates would appreciate that.
And Common Grounds isn't hiring anymore. Apparently "many of [their] employees (which [they] weren't sure about) came back to work, and the positions were opened to them first."
And I had this whole fiasco with a textbook that I don't feel like explaining.
Do you ever just want to turn life off for a few minutes?
"Art is never an empy container; rather, it is a vessel loaded with meaning, subject to multiple interpretations, and always represeting someone's point of view." Janson's History of Art (my Art History textbook)
And that's why I'm majoring in Art History. Mostly.
I have like the next 2 1/2 hours free and I have no idea what to do with myself. I'm just not used to that. This week, I've been busy almost nonstop, except for an hour here or there, but 2 1/2? That's ridiculous.
I'm nervous about class starting.
I got my books today.
So my body is pretty tired right now. All us Welcome Week leaders met in front of Collins this morning at 5:30 am and moved girls in til about 11:30. And you should remember that Collins has six floors, and that Collins girls are known for their ...high maitenance -ness, so there was lots of stuff (and I can say that because I was a Collins' girl myself last year). It was kind of fun though. I like stuff like that, manual labor stuff. I don't know why, that's kind of odd, especially since I'm a girl. But it also just really frustrates me when I see people who are supposed to be here to help, just standing around in the shade. It makes me want to work even harder. And so I do.
So, Welcome Week is beginning. Pretty exciting.
I can't believe classes start on Monday.
I could really go for a massage.
So I did something kind of spontaneous today...I applied for a job....at Common Grounds. Ah! That's how I feel. Ah! It's a good Ah! though. We were hanging out there last night and I saw they had a "Now Hiring" sign out and a thought started forming in my head...... then last night, I couldn't get to sleep because our neighbors were blaring Justin Timberlake, and so I started thinking more about the aforementioned "Now Hiring" sign...and how I have a lot of free time this semester because I'm not in FCC anymore....and I thought about how it would be fun to work at Common Grounds...So today, after lunch, I went by and picked up an application. The guy working said that they were needing worker(s) of the female variety, and I'm a female, so that works. So I came back to the loft and filled out the application. It's was a long, beastly, but also kind of fun application. I turned it back in a few hours ago. The same guy was working. And I got a Strawberry Bomb smoothie. I've kept the cup sitting on my desk for good luck. I rinsed it out though, don't worry, its not that gross.
So yeah that would be way sweet if I got the job, but I'm trying not to expect to. I think a job at Common Grounds would be highly coveted. I'm just kind of proud of myself for applying.
And later, when we are more settled in, I will definitely put pictures up of our loft. I already have "before" pictures, of how it looked after bringing all my boxes in. I'm waiting to take the "after" pictures, its not quite ready for that yet. So stay tuned.
Oh, and we went to UBC this morning! That was splendid, seeing everyone and being back in the building and all. Simply splendid.
So here I am in Waco, in my new loft. It's pretty snazzy, I'm not gonna lie. I'm almost totally unpacked. You should come visit me. Allison is going to today.
Oh yeah, and I'm twenty, my birthday was yesterday. It's was a good birthday, my first spend away from home. I ate empanadas at One The Border, got some presents, got a Brownie Batter Blizzard from Diary Queen, went swimming in our pool (it's salt water, not chlorine.) and chilled with friends. Good times.
I can't believe this is my life now, living here. I love it! Though there is still lots to do, as far as settling in goes. Only three of the six of us have moved in yet, and the rest will arrive within the week. I wonder what it will be like once all six of us are here, I wonder how crazy it will get.
I have a lot of clothes. I remember coming to that realization this time last year, as I was packing for school. Lot's of clothes.
I move-in to my loft tomorrow. I'm mucho excitedo.
Genevieve is a pretty name. I like it. You ever play that game where you could change your name to any name in the world? I think I'll add Genevieve to my list. And then there's Desiree. And Esther. And a bunch more, but I can't think of them on the spot. You know, like when someone asks you what your favorite movies are, and you know there are many that you love, but you can't think of them all right then? Kind of like that.
Sorry, I'm in the midst of reading a book that much of it is the point of view of a 4th grader, so now I think I'm kind of writing like that. The name Genevieve is in it; the book I mean, not the fourth grader. That's what spurred this post, the name Genevieve, not the book or the 4th grader. Oh dear, this is getting confusing. Is spurred the right word? ..... Yes, spur =to "cause or promote the development of; stimulate." Also "a device with a small spike or a spiked wheel that is worn on a rider's heel and used for urging a horse forward." But that's not what I mean, that's not even a verb.
I'm watching Me and You and Everyone We Know. It's this quirky independent film I recently procured at the "Pre-Viewed" section of Blockbuster.
"I don't want to have to do this living. I just walk around. I want to be swept off my feet, you know? I want my children to have magical powers. I am prepared for amazing things to happen. I can handle it."
I liked that.
I also got Dopamine. It's another independent film. Not as quirky, but just as thoughtful. I don't have any clever quotes from that one though.
And on another note, here is a wiggity wack picture of Allison and I that she took last night on her new pink phone. I think I was possessed or something, look at my eyes. They're like, black.
So I went to Waco yesterday, caught up with some friends, moved some stuff into my loft. It was nice, and made me super excited about moving in. Super. Super duper pooper scooper. And I got my Common Grounds fix. That was pretty sweet. Literally.
So yesterday I went to the Dallas Museum of Art, by myself ("miss independent, miss self-sufficient..."). I'm not really very experienced as far as art museums go, so I don't have anything really to compare it too, but I liked it, I enjoyed myself. And I didn't know this when I decided to go, but the first Tuesday of every month = free admission. That was a pleasant surprise. Before I go back to Waco I would like to check out the Kimball and the Modern in Fort Worth. Apparently they are better than the Dallas Museum of Art. It's a good thing I went to Dallas first then, so it wouldn't be a let down, you know? Oh, but I was molto proud of myself for finding my way there and back all by myself. My directional skills are not something I boast about, so I was a little concerned about getting lost. But I didn't. Go me.
I go to Wacko Waco today to check out my new digs con mia mamma e Allison. I'm excited about it.