Monday, September 19, 2005

It's an epic battle. Me vs. the Cold. I'm on a steady diet of DayQuil/NyQuil, but my fever keeps raging on. I keep changing my clothes because I sweat through the things I'm wearing. I don't think I've been this sick for quite some time. I really disagree with it.
However, even with my sickness, I still don't feel all that bummed out. T-Rev, if you need someone to talk to or whatever, let me know. I'm here to lend an ear or whatever. I hope you start feeling better soon.
For those of you who aren't sick/bummed out, you should be quite happy. And if you want to stay healthy, you should stay away from us sick people. I don't know exactly what it is, but it seems to be going around.
Well, I'm going to try to pick up my room a little bit. If there's one thing I hate more than being sick, it's being sick and living in a messy room.

Friday, September 16, 2005

One to sevendays in frozen time--your life ended, extinguishedflame above Earthin celestial fabric.Bark. -- Death waitsin cold or searing heat.You burned whenyou came back, butfetched crystal pointsfrom the sky into your eyesand you barkedat death. It wasa silent echo--futile sacrifice forscience and poetry.Speak girl.
I have long entertained the idea of working in a career that required me to travel all the time. I hate flying, but I love travel. However, all that time on the airplane is what makes me want to have to fly all that time. Breathing in the stale, recycled air and constantly trying to pop my ears (even when I'm on the ground), my thoughts always stray to death. I always think about what might happen if I were to plummet to the ground in that aerial metal tube. What would people say? Who would get all my stuff from my apartment? Would my body be recovered? I always treat flying a little bit like death.
And I've found this song. There's something about being in a plane, at an airport, on the tarmac -- it always makes me want to write -- to send a message before I ascend into uncertainty. I haven't written anything worthwhile while flying, but someday I'll capture exactly how I feel. Until then, I refer you to this song. It's my favorite from this album.
"Plane"Jason MrazMr. A-Z

Monday, September 12, 2005

I don't have a lot to post about, but I said some funny stuff today, and I felt like posting some of it.

"I think my psychology professor doesn't believe in evolution" - me (it wasn't funny, but I just wanted people to know)

"They said all the gatorade is being sent to Iraq" - T-Rev"That excuse is lamer than FDR's legs" - me quoting family guy and still looking like an a-hole

"the blind woman said, 'it's about time someone took my picture'" - T-Rev"if you wanted to be really mean, you could have said, 'Would you like to see it?'" - me"okay, you've reached your limit for the day" - T-Rev

"Aunt Jemima is a bitch" - me

"I will need fire making material" - iowa"such as?" - me"wood. kindling. if we go out there after dark it will be super hard, and dark is 8:30" - iowa"hahaha I just made you say you need wood" - me"i want you to know that i'm flipping off the screen as hard as i can" - iowa

Monday, September 05, 2005

Drunk girls don't care what you look like.
I decided to go running last about 1 a.m. I donned my usual running apparel: short, a lyrca shirt that wicks moisture away from your body so you don't get as hot, a bright yellow t-shirt so people could see me, and my Nike Free shoes.
I started off by running toward the high rises, ran in front of Dieterich, between the Tower Suites, in front of Phillips and out to Country Club Drive and ran until First Street, where I turned left. I went up to Faustiana Drive, then followed the road down to Grand Avenue, where I turned right. I followed Grand until the second north-south road in the area with the new houses (the road after Edwards), and then I turned left and went out to Munn. I took Munn south until Highway V. I took Highway V to Main Street, and I turned left. I followed Main Street until I got to the statue of Saint Francis of Assisi, where I eventually made my way to Walnut. I took Walnut back down to Seventh Street, and then proceeded to run on campus back to the Forest Village Apartments. Total distance: 6.5 miles.
I was going to relate my "Drunk girls don't care what you look like" story at this point, but now I'm not feeling it. I might tell it in person, but I've decided it's not that great of a story.
Well, I need to head over to Wells Hall to get ready for my 5 p.m. meeting. I've realized being editor means you have to prepare for meetings rather than just show up. I need to remember something so I can get everyone's attention. Managing a staff of 17 is difficult when people all talk at the same time.