Thursday, September 23, 2004
I just tried on the Panhellenic Recruitment T-shirt. It devoureth me whole-eth. I think they made every one a large. Unless it shrinks, I think I could get away with using it as a sleepshirt as well. Some of the more diminutive girls I saw at the informational meeting could probably use it as a dress, perhaps taking it in at the sides, altering the sleeves, and adding sequins, possibly wearing it to the formal-attire recruitment events as well.
It's huge.
I really should be eating now. I should eat, according to my Examined Life professors. Leftover pizza...let's see, that has tomato sauce, tomatoes are vegetables, so I have the veggies covered for this evening's dinner. I already had my legumes in the form of coffee beans in some Cowboy Coffee. As for the "fats, sweets, and oils" category, I'll have no problem meeting that requirement for today...just to be sure, I should have some Junior Mints. (Hey, chocolate...comes from cacao [sp?] beans...more of those healthy legumes like I had in my coffee...that can't hurt!)
It's huge.
I really should be eating now. I should eat, according to my Examined Life professors. Leftover pizza...let's see, that has tomato sauce, tomatoes are vegetables, so I have the veggies covered for this evening's dinner. I already had my legumes in the form of coffee beans in some Cowboy Coffee. As for the "fats, sweets, and oils" category, I'll have no problem meeting that requirement for today...just to be sure, I should have some Junior Mints. (Hey, chocolate...comes from cacao [sp?] beans...more of those healthy legumes like I had in my coffee...that can't hurt!)
More random thoughts, as I can't really think well enough to do homework right now. Grr!
A clarification on my non-sweaty existence: I dislike sweat unless it's in good fun and it's done with friends or other interesting people. I don't know, if I could plan with someone else in BIC as to when we'd do all the "exercising" for Examined Life, it might not suck so much. However, I live in The Cave--the predominantly non-BIC hall of Memorial. Supposedly it was all supposed to be University Scholars housing 'til they found that not many University Scholars applied for Memorial. Oh well. I'll have to go upstairs and see when other BICers are "doing aquatic activities" (goofing off in the SLC pool), "kayaking" (playing pirates at the marina) or "urban hiking" (making a Common Grounds run).
Ah...brings back memories of a Semi-Naughty "Buffy" quote of the day: BITCA. I somehow feel like the personification of this word, and I feel slightly guilty for that, but mostly I just want a nap and my Spanish homework to be eaten by giant green gnomes.
A clarification on my non-sweaty existence: I dislike sweat unless it's in good fun and it's done with friends or other interesting people. I don't know, if I could plan with someone else in BIC as to when we'd do all the "exercising" for Examined Life, it might not suck so much. However, I live in The Cave--the predominantly non-BIC hall of Memorial. Supposedly it was all supposed to be University Scholars housing 'til they found that not many University Scholars applied for Memorial. Oh well. I'll have to go upstairs and see when other BICers are "doing aquatic activities" (goofing off in the SLC pool), "kayaking" (playing pirates at the marina) or "urban hiking" (making a Common Grounds run).
Ah...brings back memories of a Semi-Naughty "Buffy" quote of the day: BITCA. I somehow feel like the personification of this word, and I feel slightly guilty for that, but mostly I just want a nap and my Spanish homework to be eaten by giant green gnomes.
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"'Multiple exclamation marks,' he went on, shaking his head, 'are a sure sign of a diseased mind.'" --Terry Pratchett
I despise Examined Life right now. It's been called BIC's version of self-help for freshmen, but when it starts to interfere with my eating and exercising habits (or occasional and usual lack thereof), I get angry.
Repeat after me, boys and girls: STEF HATES TO SWEAT. Understand? Let's say that again, a bit louder now so I know you're getting it right: STEF HATES TO SWEAT.
Now for part two: I HAVE TOO MUCH HOMEWORK TO EAT. Good, good, see, you're getting it! Again? I HAVE TOO MUCH HOMEWORK TO EAT.
Pardon me, but I get more exercise than I have in years walking to and from my classes all day. I usually hike over to Common Grounds at least once a day, too, and although I don't have a measure of distance for that, it's longer than I'd walk to most places. (Never mind the fact that I get super-fatty caffeinated coffee drinks there. Coffee comes from beans. Beans are healthy. Therefore, coffee is healthy. Understand? Good.)
But this bleeping Examined Life project is pure excrement! I know this is probably keeping me from taking two extra Human Performance courses, but sheesh, I really need to place getting enough sleep before working out or walking the Bear Trail. Many of my hallmates will spend all afternoon at the SLC (Student Life Center, the gym place) and then be up 'til goodness-knows-when working on homework. When I do that, I sleep through things and have to rush just to change out of PJs to get my bum to Spanish. I don't want to sleep through my classes. I still want to put forth enough effort into my schoolwork so that I understand the bleeping material for quizzes and such. I'm not a read-on-the-treadmill sort, either. I take notes, then I look at the notes before class to remember what the heck I read. It doesn't work for me.
My teacher is going to have to be content with me listing things like "hike to Common Grounds" and "BIC Water Fight" as exercise. I enjoy my non-sweaty existence. I am content with my eating habits. In class, the speaker was explaining how corn tortillas have less calories than flour ones. "So, class, which tortilla should we have?" I answered flour, because they taste better. Even if I was a calorie-counting nutcase, I would still choose flour ones because corn tortillas are icky-tasting. I enjoy food. It's great when I have time to sit, eat, and enjoy my food. Why begrudge me this pleasure of a non-healthy lifestyle?
I do a couple things well, though--only eating if I'm hungry and walking faster between classes than a leisurely stroll. However, that first one tends to be more like only eating if I'm hungry and I have time to sit down and eat. I'm really tired. Let me rest. Then I can get up, go to class, and turn in all that other stuff I'm required to do. Grrrrrrr.
On a happier note, I registered for sorority recruitment today. I got a t-shirt and a cup, wheeeee. However, the white "Go Greek--Recruitment 2005" cup looks deceptively like my Cowboy Coffee from Common Grounds. I picked it up earlier and wondered where my coffee went. You know you're sleepy when...
And luckily, I'm not the only person who is feeling Rhetoric is a fluffy class. Come on, I want evil grammar beatings and more direction on what the heck I'm supposed to be doing, not a "congratulations, we're going to discuss what the ancient Greeks discussed about discussion, and you're going to write a lot about the New York Times even though we live here in Waco and most of us have no idea what's going on in the city around the Baylor Bubble."
I demand a BIC toga party and reports on The Rope. Arr.
"'Multiple exclamation marks,' he went on, shaking his head, 'are a sure sign of a diseased mind.'" --Terry Pratchett
I despise Examined Life right now. It's been called BIC's version of self-help for freshmen, but when it starts to interfere with my eating and exercising habits (or occasional and usual lack thereof), I get angry.
Repeat after me, boys and girls: STEF HATES TO SWEAT. Understand? Let's say that again, a bit louder now so I know you're getting it right: STEF HATES TO SWEAT.
Now for part two: I HAVE TOO MUCH HOMEWORK TO EAT. Good, good, see, you're getting it! Again? I HAVE TOO MUCH HOMEWORK TO EAT.
Pardon me, but I get more exercise than I have in years walking to and from my classes all day. I usually hike over to Common Grounds at least once a day, too, and although I don't have a measure of distance for that, it's longer than I'd walk to most places. (Never mind the fact that I get super-fatty caffeinated coffee drinks there. Coffee comes from beans. Beans are healthy. Therefore, coffee is healthy. Understand? Good.)
But this bleeping Examined Life project is pure excrement! I know this is probably keeping me from taking two extra Human Performance courses, but sheesh, I really need to place getting enough sleep before working out or walking the Bear Trail. Many of my hallmates will spend all afternoon at the SLC (Student Life Center, the gym place) and then be up 'til goodness-knows-when working on homework. When I do that, I sleep through things and have to rush just to change out of PJs to get my bum to Spanish. I don't want to sleep through my classes. I still want to put forth enough effort into my schoolwork so that I understand the bleeping material for quizzes and such. I'm not a read-on-the-treadmill sort, either. I take notes, then I look at the notes before class to remember what the heck I read. It doesn't work for me.
My teacher is going to have to be content with me listing things like "hike to Common Grounds" and "BIC Water Fight" as exercise. I enjoy my non-sweaty existence. I am content with my eating habits. In class, the speaker was explaining how corn tortillas have less calories than flour ones. "So, class, which tortilla should we have?" I answered flour, because they taste better. Even if I was a calorie-counting nutcase, I would still choose flour ones because corn tortillas are icky-tasting. I enjoy food. It's great when I have time to sit, eat, and enjoy my food. Why begrudge me this pleasure of a non-healthy lifestyle?
I do a couple things well, though--only eating if I'm hungry and walking faster between classes than a leisurely stroll. However, that first one tends to be more like only eating if I'm hungry and I have time to sit down and eat. I'm really tired. Let me rest. Then I can get up, go to class, and turn in all that other stuff I'm required to do. Grrrrrrr.
On a happier note, I registered for sorority recruitment today. I got a t-shirt and a cup, wheeeee. However, the white "Go Greek--Recruitment 2005" cup looks deceptively like my Cowboy Coffee from Common Grounds. I picked it up earlier and wondered where my coffee went. You know you're sleepy when...
And luckily, I'm not the only person who is feeling Rhetoric is a fluffy class. Come on, I want evil grammar beatings and more direction on what the heck I'm supposed to be doing, not a "congratulations, we're going to discuss what the ancient Greeks discussed about discussion, and you're going to write a lot about the New York Times even though we live here in Waco and most of us have no idea what's going on in the city around the Baylor Bubble."
I demand a BIC toga party and reports on The Rope. Arr.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Attention Microsoft Word: "Crawfish" is not a verb.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Whoo-hoo! I'm registered to vote...in McLennan County, Texas. (Bush's county...wooooow!) It makes more sense to register down here because I'll probably go to Overton this summer and I won't have a clue what's going on in Washington by then, so I might as well start off here, hear all kinds of randomness about folks here in poli sci classes, and stick with it. Yay voting!
Anyway, aside from that, there's been something that's been pestering me lately. Paying over 200 bucks for a pretty white purse doesn't automatically exempt it from the changing of the seasons. Does nobody else have a sense of timing or a calendar anymore? Dude.
I said the "no white shoes after Labor Day and before Easter" was a commonplace because the teacher wanted us to try thinking of ones that weren't religious in nature, and people thought I was a little silly. I didn't have time to really explain it in class, but it's more than just a cheesy fashion rule--it's acknowledging and sort of paying tribute to the seasons. It's not just that this is the time of year to carry around a darker purse, it's being glad that it's fall, finding beauty in those surroundings, and trying to match it or complement it with the way you look. I can wish it to be summer all I'd like and carry around a white purse, but the truth is, it's not going to revert to summer and I might as well make the most of how it is, and sort of try to match it. The springy white version of my purse is going to look rather silly once the trees lose their leaves and things start to look a little dead.
Or it could just be that I have my shallow moments and/or it's one of those "mama said" rules of the universe. Oh well.
Anyway, aside from that, there's been something that's been pestering me lately. Paying over 200 bucks for a pretty white purse doesn't automatically exempt it from the changing of the seasons. Does nobody else have a sense of timing or a calendar anymore? Dude.
I said the "no white shoes after Labor Day and before Easter" was a commonplace because the teacher wanted us to try thinking of ones that weren't religious in nature, and people thought I was a little silly. I didn't have time to really explain it in class, but it's more than just a cheesy fashion rule--it's acknowledging and sort of paying tribute to the seasons. It's not just that this is the time of year to carry around a darker purse, it's being glad that it's fall, finding beauty in those surroundings, and trying to match it or complement it with the way you look. I can wish it to be summer all I'd like and carry around a white purse, but the truth is, it's not going to revert to summer and I might as well make the most of how it is, and sort of try to match it. The springy white version of my purse is going to look rather silly once the trees lose their leaves and things start to look a little dead.
Or it could just be that I have my shallow moments and/or it's one of those "mama said" rules of the universe. Oh well.
