Chicago for a day

Went to Chicago for a day during spring break pour faire des achats. That's french for go shopping. I finally saw the bean which I never seen whenever I'm there. Weird. Umm it rained when we were at the bean. I checked the weather ahead of time and brought an umbrella, which I then left in the car. Typical behavior. 

Me and Alex!! We're some novs.

This is a bird in a tree. He was not at the bean.

F.Y.I. if you click on the pictures they get ridiculously huge.

Spring Break > School

I don't want to go back, but the time has come. Usually I head straight back, but today I've taken a nap, baked cookies, watched TV... I  just reeally reeally don't want to go back there. 

Motivation:

Summer is coming soon. Really, really soon. As soon as I get back, I'm starting a countdown like I did last year. Post-it notes and crayons. 

I hate the drive into Greencastle. It's barren and ugly and boring. I like the drive into Indy because I pass by downtown. The skyline is very welcoming. 

Man, I'm really sad about going back. I have to pack now. :(

FedEx Beetles

"Don't you know that for $12 an hour, I will be a swatting fool?"

-Kiara

Marching Bands of Manhattan

I want to draw a picture of a tiny marching band marching out of a mouth, like in the death cab song. I can just see it in my mind. Red top hats with gold chin straps, red uniforms with a gold stripe on the leg. The drummer is on the end, with his big drum, beating either side. His left leg is bent at a 90 degree angle, because he's marching. Trumpet in front of him, his cheeks all puffed out, leg bent the same as the drummers. The rest of the marching band is behind them, but you can't make them out. If I could draw, I would just draw that and I wouldn't have to sit here and type it. A picture is worth a thousand words. I'm really going to try to draw it in my sketchbook which is full of nothing. We will see what happens. 

OH boy...

I really hate how the word "epic" is being used these days. Ex: "Dude, that was so epic." Such a strong word brought down by such weak over-usage. 

I really like watching Spongebob Squarepants even though I'm too old. 

coffee of the iced persuasion

I drink coffee a lot sometimes, and it really doesn't have much of an effect. But this stuff makes me unbelievably jittery. I haven't stopped bouncing my leg for 45 minutes. I can barely type. I itch all over. I keep compulsively changing songs on my iTunes. I'm focused on writing this paper, except for not really because I'm writing this instead. I don't know what they put in this stuff. I love it. I am going to buy a few more. Could that picture be any bigger?

Un rêve

I had a dream I failed a Biology test. I went to go pick up my test and there was a note on it from my professor saying that I needed to come to her office so she could talk to me. Then I turned it over and there was my grade. 55%. That's an F. Three pages of my exam had stuck together and I'd accidently left them blank because I didn't know they were there. Those three pages were worth 300 points. At the bottom of the third page, it said -300. It's been haunting me all day. I feel very uneasy. 

I miss egypt

Aswan

Aswan

Banana Island/Aswan

Cairo

Cairo

Caution, Dangerous Curves Ahead

HAHAHA :D

Please excuse my strange sense of humor...

I read a story for African American Lit class yesterday which I found hilarious. Turns out it was supposed to be a portrait of the struggles and determination to survive/provide for his family of an African American Male during the Great Depression.

But the story goes like this:

A family is in deep financial trouble and needs $100 so the husband puts on his wife's dress and heels and such and takes a job as a housekeeper. Turns out the man of the house likes to get drunk and hit on the housekeeper while his wife isn't home. So the wife walks in during this episode and then freaks out and gets a gun and shoots the guy in the leg. Then a doctor comes over and is like "surprise, this is a man". Then the couple bribes him with $200 not to tell anyone about this whole altercation. So the husband returns home in a borrowed suit, with $200 and bullet wound in the leg. And the wife is as confused as all get out. 

Does that not sound like something from some dark comedy movie? Maybe a prime time sitcom? Either way, I could not take it seriously.

Maybe I'm just abnormal. I was trying hard not to laugh in class. 

In other news, 

I can't stop listening to the hopecore.com radio station on iTunes. It is really great. It's the first radio station I've liked since I was 12. 

I'm excited to go home this weekend and leave Greencastle/DePauw. 

I wish qdoba sold their queso in stores. 

I hope my reaction to my professor's favorite author's work doesn't affect the way he grades my future papers... hmmm... DANG IT. 

hopelessness

is a bad feeling. one my least favorites. and dread. sometimes they go together

Tick Tick Boom

I'm a ticking time bomb!!! 

Even though a time bomb wouldn't form a mushroom cloud. Would it? I might be finding out soon. 

All over the place

I can only be in Greencastle for a week at a time... it's been almost a week and I'm getting restless. I wonder if I can hold out until Spring Break? I will try. 

I knew my lab partner wouldn't show. I paired up with someone else. Then he decided to show up. The pigeon of the guy I paired with was bloody and disgusting. We might as well have grabbed a pigeon of the street it and cut it open. It was so bloody we had to use another pigeon, so we used the pigeon of myself and my former lab partner. However, he had cut the thing to shreds. 

"Where's the heart?" 

"Oh, I think just cut through it?" 

"Where's the trachea?" 

"I cut through it." 

"Is this the large or small intestine?" 

"Oh, I just ripped out the whole digestive system."

Then he left without cleaning up. 

In tenth grade zoology, we did a lot of dissections. The formaldehyde really bothers me. One afternoon the room was really hot for some reason. There was no ventilation and we were all bent over this formaldehyde-drenched dead animal. Class ends, I stumble out of the hot classroom and upstairs to my locker. I start feeling a little dizzy and decide to just take a seat... on the floor... and I sort of pass out... with my stuff everywhere. Jenny comes upstairs, sees me and my things sprawled on the floor and almost dies laughing. I tell her I had a heat stroke. 

Fast forward to today. Two hour dissection of a formaldehyde-drenched bird.. Lunch (bad idea). Work out for an hour (bad/good idea). Hot. Slightly dizzy. Come back to room. Pass out on floor. Awesome. 

I guess I didn't really pass out in the sense of losing balance, tumbling, hitting the ground. Which is good, because there was no one here. But its not very often I'm laid out on the ground for fifteen minutes.

Ben Gibbard. Spencer Krug. Zach Condon. 

This room is really hot right now. I need water! I need to open a window!!

French class tomorrow=cancelled, therefore French test tomorrow=cancelled. 

I'm really miffed that Jack's Mannequin isn't coming to Indy in April anymore. 

I wish our dishwasher didn't make the dishes dirtier than they were to begin with. 

Coffee

"There's a love that transcends all that we've known of ourselves and I'll wait for it to come, I'll wait for it to come. Well it's got to be strong to touch my heart through its shell and I'll wait for it to come, I'll wait for it come down."

-Copeland

Can you turn the bass down?

INTERSTELLA 5555!!!!!!!!!

In other news, 

I'm really restless and I want go somewhere far, far away until I'm ready to come back. I need a change of scenery so bad I feel like blowing something up. 

As much as I hated climbing this mountain in the middle of the night, I'd like to be back there, watching the sunrise.