World Full of Wonders

Today is another splendid day. Nothing in particular made it wonderful, but it's defnitely been nice.

I went to my first class in the replenishing feeling one can only get from a light drizzle dripping over the one eye not concealed by a hat. Imagine your a plant who depends almost solely on water and light--rain has to feel like being flooded in Ghiradelli chocolate to a lily.

My professor made a point of telling me that he really like my paper and knew the potential was there. I turned in all three major assignments due in Brit Lit this morning! One of the girls in my class swears that I look like someone out of Jane Eyre, which is either one of pale classic beauty or of an orphan with no family or friends except a potential lover who's already married to a monster of a woman--I am choosing to dwell on the former. Lastly, I just spent the last hour or so discussing old school "classic" songs playing on KYXY with my new boss!

Whew, do I love life!

Yesterday was a day of crowning accomplishments. See the following for a list of glories from the day:

1) I did my own taxes and will file my own FAFSA this week.

2) My room is not only clean but organized enough that I can tell you where to find things.

3) All of my roommates found the time to go out to dinner together.

4) Dinner was followed by a movie night at a random friend's house where one of my wacky roommates had a dance party with me in the middle of a residential street.

5) Mountain High Mud Pie from Red Robin was one of God's gifts to some culinary genious.

6) This is the best part: I bought the first season of the only sitcom I would ever find interesting enough to watch time and time again--The Cosby Show!

Woohoo, life is good!

Original Moments

The Concert Band had an amazing concert last night. There were a couple of avant guarde (spelling?) pieces as well as things that were a little bit more familiar, but it was all great. My brother came into town for a scholarship audition and they happened to play two of his favorite orchestrated pieces, which was perfect as well--An American Elegy (written in response to Columbine, beautiful) and music from The Empire Strikes Back. The Star Wars piece was last and particularly glorious as the director entered the stage with a Darth Vader helmet on. Apparently no one in the band knew he was going to do it, so they were all cracking up as well. He actually wore it while conducting the entire piece, and then left the stage to take it off before presenting the band for final recognition. It made my week!

Otherwise, the weather is beautiful--I have no complaints about "winter" in San Diego--my family is in town for half the day, and the roommates are going out to community dinner tonight. Life is beautiful, and I'm lucky to be a part of it.

Oh we got trouble...

Apparently alliteration in my post titles has become a trend, so I'll try to come up with a new letter of the alphabet to use every week. That way, if I only write once a week it'll be okay--I'll get to move onto a new letter anyway at the end of the week.

Nothing superb has happened to me recently, but I got a great compliment today. One of my London buddies said I was one of the most cheerful people he knew. I most definitely don't feel that way all the time, and I'm not sure the world would say that if they knew everything that I kept in my head, but it was really uplifting to hear that I play a part in make somebody else's day a little better.

Hmm, what else has gone on lately? Oh, I'm on Public Safety's iffy list because I called in a complaint that they wouldn't let one of my friends on campus for no apparent reason. They said they'd check up on their policy and let me know what happens witht he investigation of the event, but I have this weird feeling that they're investigating me a little bit too. Oh well, I'm not blameless, but I should be free and clear in their book. I've never been caught doing anything but climbing buildings anyway.

Quote of the day: "That jacket is rather fetching."--Jon Titterington

Life flashing before my eyes

I filled out my credentialing program application last night and requested recommendations this morning. Ahh! The real world is biting at my heels, and I don't feel like I know whether to pat it on the head, bite back, or just run. It'll get figured out, I just don't know how yet.

"I'll let you know when it comes." --Tyler Hilton

Last one today...I think

I'm going to try and make this one short:

Props to Brandon Walters and Jon Tittertington because the following statement, which can be found on the opinion page of the Point Weekly, made my semester.

"By the next morning, Sally is convinced that Billy wishes to make her his lady love and lay her down in a bed of hibiscus petals for some covenant-friendly, ASB approved 'Naz-grinding.'"

I should probably mention that it was an article written on the plethora of miscommunications found in potential dating relationships on campus.

Let's hear it for the boys!

So I go to the Caf today after class expecting to just eat by myself since it's almost 2:30, but the workers have already blocked off half of the tables for cleaning. So, I find the one familiar face in the room--my friend, Doug, from Called Out--and seat myself. Not 2 minutes later, there are 7 guys and me at the table--only 2 of which I actually know. I sat quietly for a moment, and they seemed to proceed as if they didn't care I was there, so I just sat and listened for a bit. It was like I was sitting in the middle of a hall in Hendricks. Girls, I don't know what they talk about when we're not around, but when we're sitting there as quiet listeners, this is it:

the love for chunky peanut butter
wusses who like creamy
wusses who like creamy PB&J sandwiches on Wonder bread
wusses who like the above with the crust cut off
feeding peanut butter to dogs and watching them deal with it
putting peanut butter on siblings' faces and letting the dog loose
the lack of creamy peanut butter in the Caf

Dispersed between these sub-conversations were comments concerning kayaking, polygamist communities, Washington's superiority over Oregon, bad journalism, hunting with Dick Cheney, driving with Ted Kennedy, and chunky butterscotch pudding that tasted like nothing at all.

If any of you guys ever actually read this, know that you supplied the entertainment to put a smile on my face for at least 24 hours. This is, in no way, a bad thing. I'm simply easily entertained and your conversation was a great contribution. Thanks guys!

Left Behind

I talked my teacher into changing a major paper assignment for me on Monday. We were supposed to use a literary theory to write a long, laborious paper on a work that I will be sick of by the end of the semester. Then, in class, she joked about how if we had more time in the term we should each write our own theory. I, being the smart aleck that I am at times, was already working on a theory of my own out of my frustration with the limits of those placed before me for study. So, after class I approached her and proposed that I write a major paper on my own theory instead. She somewhat consented, but it'll still be in the works until I, in essence, prove to her that I have something new and innovative to offer to the theoretical world.

This brings me to my dilemma--no one is really as innovative as he or she thinks. Even the modernists who thought they were breaking away from social norms into a realm of complete divergence were really only continuing a trend from the century before by taking it to the next level. At this point in my own thougth pattern, I start to get a little downtrodden. If no one can effectively produce an utterly different thought, than what do I really have to offer? As an artist, a family member, a friend, and many other random positions I hold on this planet, what could I possibly do to evoke stark change in a world that does nothing but slowly evolves? If nothing can be found that did not have its root in something else, where does anyone with ambitions for integrity in form and universality in purpose turn?