Thursday, December 09, 2004

Hoo Boy.

I've been so tired the past few days because of homework and last-minute class projects that I'm having trouble seeing straight sometimes. The problem is, I know it's going to get worse before it gets better. I've still got my last project for J102 to finish (that's due Monday) and then on Tuesday I've got a 9:45 A.M. final. I won't get to really sleep in until Wednesday of next week, not even on Saturday or Sunday, because I'm going to a sleepover-girl talk-bonding thing at my church Friday night, and Sunday morning I want to get up and go to church. It helps that I've got my sister here with me; we keep each other going, and she ususally helps me to remind myself to get to bed at a reasonable time of the morning.

Of course, to top it all off, I'm going to have to drive straight from campus to my grandparents' house for Christmas (early). That's a 2.5 hour drive. I don't like driving; it aggravates my trick wrist and my sore ankle. Besides, I work better as a navigator in the passenger seat.

*sigh* Only 10 more days until I get to go home. Well, here's to waiting! *clink*

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

The Dorm Chronicles, part I

My little sister/roommate is a fine arts major, and whenever she sends our baby sister letters she always doodles all over the paper and the envelope. Today's envelope had this inscription on it:
DO NOT: fold
spindle
mutilate
eat
sell on eBay
DO: mail

Yeah, she's a hoot to live with. I've been having a ball. She also got a poster today for giving a correct answer in one of her classes, and she put it up on the wall by my loft. It's really pretty, but the downside is that in the background of the poster is the campus library (looking all pretty and lit up from inside) so now I get to stare at my place of employment even when I'm not at work. *wry smile* It's not so bad. At least I don't work at Burger King.

Well, Okay, I Lied.

I'm not entirely done blogging for the night; I wanted to get this in before I went to bed.
Scott Ott over at Scrappleface* has an article (satirical, of course--everything over there is) about the Groningen Protocol. I think he makes some really good points with his razor-sharp wit, especially at the very, very extreme end.


*Grind up a pig, put it in a can, it's Scrapple! I'm a Scrapple man!

Yeah, if you're not part of my immediate family, you probably won't get it. That's quite all right with me. *grin grin*

Light Blogging Notice

I'm entering into the home stretch; I've started on the last week of classes before finals. As a result, blogging is going to be pretty light--there will be days when I don't have time for it at all. I'll do my best to keep blogging at least something every day, and should get back to my regular schedule next week because I only have one actual final exam to study for, and it's not comprehensive. After that, blogging will depend largely on whether I can get to the library.
C'est la vie, and all that business.

Saturday, December 04, 2004

My mind is a blank slate, but the chalk got lost.

Well, it's blogging time again at the ol' homestead. I made a promise to myself that I would do my best to blog at least one entry every day so that my writing skills could improve, but it's hard to do when there's nothing in the news to write about and I really can't think of anything creative to put in here. I think I'll try a freewrite.
*ahem* *laces fingers and stretches them, palms outward*
Okay, so there was this guy once, okay, and he had a . . . thing, and the thing was magic, and it did, um, something, and so one day the king came by and said "dude, we need your thing," and the guy was all like "no way man, it's my thing. You tell me what you need it for, or get your own thing." And so the king was all like "fine, there's a dragon coming, and only your thing can defeat it." And the guy was all like, "oh, well, that's a different story. Help yourself." So the dragon was defeated and the man got more gold than he could ever possibly use, and everyone lived happily ever after.

Yeah, I got nuthin'. More tomorrow, provided I remember before it's time to go to the twelve-hour Lord of the Rings marathon they're having at my church (it starts at noon). Rohan and Gondor and orcs, oh my!

Thursday, December 02, 2004

That Hideous Strength, part III

Here we go again.

This is really just an update on my previous post; the article contains different details about the Groningen Protocol and what it means for the rest of us. Author Hugh Hewitt makes some good points, not the least of which is this:
If the "severely retarded" may be killed upon appropriate motion, second, debate, and majority vote, why not the moderately retarded? Why not the mildly retarded? Why not, in fact, anyone the "independent committee" deems as usefully dispatched.
He has an excellent point. An even more chilling fact is that the committee's role in these proceedings is greater than that of the parents of the child in question. It smacks of Brave New World, and I don't like it.*


*this sentence was third runner-up in the entirely fictional "Understatement of the Year" awards.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

More reflections

The glare that shines into my room is now coming from the first window on the third floor of the north wall. The rhomboid reflections are now almost gone, and the sky is the same color it was a little while ago.
Come to think of it, "The Rhomboid Reflections" would be a good name for a band, especially one of those ones that does pseudo-intellectual pop/rock. You know, the kind made up of skinny white boys who wear straight-leg jeans and black-framed glasses (or else grow their hair out over their eyes) and who thrash around on their guitars and whine about how everyone's against them and no one understands them except their girlfriends. There are people (guys) in my poetry class who listen to that sort of music and claim to get a lot of meaning out of the lyrics. I say, if you're getting your philosophy of life from an emo-rock lyric, you probably need to get out more.
And no, I'm not ironically cynical, why do you ask? o_~

Reflections on reflections

My room looks out onto a courtyard. Right now there is an interesting pattern of light and shadow in it because the sun is reflecting from the windows on the north wall and casting rhomboid patches of light onto the grass which is already under the shadow cast by the south wall (my window is on the bottom in the middle of the said south wall). The second window from the end in the top row on the north wall is casting its reflection directly down into my room, where it shines right in my eyes in that winterbright way that says Hanukkah and Christmas are coming. The sky is periwinkle blue directly overhead and chickory blue toward the horizon, and the whole scene makes me want to drop what I am doing and cut snowflakes out of paper and stick them up in the window and all over the door of my room.
It must be interesting to have a room with a window that faces south--I've been in the same room for three years now, but the window faces north so I never get the sun shining full into my room. Almost all the windows on the north wall have their curtains shut, and I don't blame them. It's probably getting pretty warm in their rooms. They should open them later, though. Too much time without sunshine turns you into a bat, and that's never a good thing.
An interesting note: it hasn't been five minutes since I started to write this post, and already the reflection from the second window from the end in the top row on the north wall that shone into my room is gone. It's amazing how the sun moves so quickly (or, really, how we move so quickly).