Bloomington is just so lonely...
This past weekend was spent catering to BBYO Jews at camp GUCI in Indy. Steph works there in the summers and asked if Car and I would like to work with her this weekend.. but because of last minute plan changes *cough* it was just Steph and I. Friday night the dish washer broke- so 100 dishes, forks, ect were washed by HAND. Blech. But it was fun. Made me actually kinda miss youth group. But it was BBYO.. so.. not really. Last night, Steph and I went to bed at 10:30!! Hell yes! Granted we were up at 8am, but still... I haven't gone to bed before 12 since I've been at school.
I'm in the processes of doing 4 loads of laundry. How can I resist $.50 washes? Plus, clean sheets to come back to and clean clothes to take home with me.
NO ONE seems to be here. I'm still planning on Mario-ing it up tonight with Tall Alex, but he seemed less then excited yesterday. Who knows. At least my room will be insanely clean and organized! But I already miss people- and it's only been 2 days.
Just got off the phone with the 'rents. Now I'm in a bad mood and stressed about Tuesday. I am attempting to fly standby because I don't want to get in at 11pm on Tuesday... But things are just going poorly. Think positively for me!
Off to eat and hopefully play Mario! SLP- I'll be there soon!
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Friday, November 19, 2004
The Circle Game
by Joni Mitchell
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Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
by Joni Mitchell
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Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Friday, November 12, 2004
THE UNEMPLOYED JEWISH ACTOR
Moishe, a Jewish actor, is so down and out he's ready to take any acting gig that he can find. Finally he gets a lead, a classified ad that says:
"Actor needed to play an ape."
"I could do that," says Moishe. To his surprise, the employer turns out to be the Central Park Zoo.
Owing to mismanagement, the zoo has spent so much money renovating the grounds and improving the habitat, that they can no longer afford to import the ape they needed to replace their recently deceased one.
So until they can, they'll put an actor in an ape-suit.
Out of desperation, Moishe takes the offer.
At first, his conscience keeps nagging him--that he is being dishonest, by fooling the zoo-goers. And Moishe feels undignified in the ape-suit, stared at by crowds who watch his every move.
But after a few days on the job, he begins to enjoy all the attention, and starts to put on a show for the zoo-goers: hanging upside-down from the branches by his legs, swinging about on the vines, climbing up the cage walls, and roaring with all his might whilst beating his chest.
Soon, he's drawing a sizable crowd.
One day, when Moishe is swinging on the vines to show off to a group of school kids, his hand slips, and he goes flying over the fence into the neighboring cage, the lion's den.
Terrified, Moishe backs up as far from the approaching lion as he can, covers his eyes with his paws, and prays at the top of his lungs, "Sh'ma Yisro'ael A'donai Eloheinu A'donai Echad!"
The lion opens its powerful jaws and roars the response, "Baruch Shem K'vod Malchuto L'olam Va'ed!"
From a nearby cage, a panda yells, "Shut up, you schmucks. You'll get us all fired!!!"
Moishe, a Jewish actor, is so down and out he's ready to take any acting gig that he can find. Finally he gets a lead, a classified ad that says:
"Actor needed to play an ape."
"I could do that," says Moishe. To his surprise, the employer turns out to be the Central Park Zoo.
Owing to mismanagement, the zoo has spent so much money renovating the grounds and improving the habitat, that they can no longer afford to import the ape they needed to replace their recently deceased one.
So until they can, they'll put an actor in an ape-suit.
Out of desperation, Moishe takes the offer.
At first, his conscience keeps nagging him--that he is being dishonest, by fooling the zoo-goers. And Moishe feels undignified in the ape-suit, stared at by crowds who watch his every move.
But after a few days on the job, he begins to enjoy all the attention, and starts to put on a show for the zoo-goers: hanging upside-down from the branches by his legs, swinging about on the vines, climbing up the cage walls, and roaring with all his might whilst beating his chest.
Soon, he's drawing a sizable crowd.
One day, when Moishe is swinging on the vines to show off to a group of school kids, his hand slips, and he goes flying over the fence into the neighboring cage, the lion's den.
Terrified, Moishe backs up as far from the approaching lion as he can, covers his eyes with his paws, and prays at the top of his lungs, "Sh'ma Yisro'ael A'donai Eloheinu A'donai Echad!"
The lion opens its powerful jaws and roars the response, "Baruch Shem K'vod Malchuto L'olam Va'ed!"
From a nearby cage, a panda yells, "Shut up, you schmucks. You'll get us all fired!!!"
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
It happened- slightly shy of 3 months in to school. In some regards, I'm surprised it didn't happen earlier. Well, I guess it did on a smaller scale, but now it's a real problem. What am I going to do now? Grrr...
12 days... they could not come any quicker!
I finally remember what I like about crushes. That feeling! I've found that in college, it's hard to just have a crush on someone. There is usually an ulterior motive (i.e. sex) behind most guys. I had forgotten what it's like to actually want to spend time with someone. I had forgotten when it's like to get that happy feeling when you see them in passing. I had forgotten what it's like to wonder if they like you, too. And I like it. I like feeling giggly. I like feeling happy. I like the chase.
I've noticed that I never feel rested. Despite sleeping around 8 hours of sleep a night, I still long for my bed at all hours of the day. Granted I don't go to bed before 1- and that's if I'm lucky. When I go home for thanksgiving, I kinda wish I could just pause time, and just catch up on my sleep. But I have a feeling that I'll be catching up with people and will put sleep on the back burner. I can sleep everyday- but I can't see my girls anytime... whateve..
I AM SO SICK OF TALKING ABOUT CLASSES FOR NEXT SEMESTER and I'm not even sure why really. Maybe I just don't want to think that these have THAT much of an impact on my future. Maybe I just don't want to try to plan out the next 3.5 years of my life. Maybe I simply don't care what everyone else is taking. Ok- I'm done with that rant.
I'm off to read 212 pages for tomorrow. Good job, Libby for procrastinating till the LAST possible minute.
Miss you all more then you know!
12 days... they could not come any quicker!
I finally remember what I like about crushes. That feeling! I've found that in college, it's hard to just have a crush on someone. There is usually an ulterior motive (i.e. sex) behind most guys. I had forgotten what it's like to actually want to spend time with someone. I had forgotten when it's like to get that happy feeling when you see them in passing. I had forgotten what it's like to wonder if they like you, too. And I like it. I like feeling giggly. I like feeling happy. I like the chase.
I've noticed that I never feel rested. Despite sleeping around 8 hours of sleep a night, I still long for my bed at all hours of the day. Granted I don't go to bed before 1- and that's if I'm lucky. When I go home for thanksgiving, I kinda wish I could just pause time, and just catch up on my sleep. But I have a feeling that I'll be catching up with people and will put sleep on the back burner. I can sleep everyday- but I can't see my girls anytime... whateve..
I AM SO SICK OF TALKING ABOUT CLASSES FOR NEXT SEMESTER and I'm not even sure why really. Maybe I just don't want to think that these have THAT much of an impact on my future. Maybe I just don't want to try to plan out the next 3.5 years of my life. Maybe I simply don't care what everyone else is taking. Ok- I'm done with that rant.
I'm off to read 212 pages for tomorrow. Good job, Libby for procrastinating till the LAST possible minute.
Miss you all more then you know!
Sunday, November 07, 2004
"With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry La Prise, the man who wrote 'The Hokey Pokey,' died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in... and then the trouble started."
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
"Dear Supporter,
Earlier today I spoke to President Bush, and offered him and Laura our congratulations on their victory. We had a good conversation, and we talked about the danger of division in our country and the need, the desperate need, for unity for finding the common ground, coming together. Today, I hope that we can begin the healing.
In America, it is vital that every vote counts, and that every vote be counted. But the outcome should be decided by voters, not a protracted legal process. I would not give up this fight if there was a chance that we would prevail. But it is now clear that even when all the provisional ballots are counted, which they will be, there won't be enough outstanding votes for our campaign to be able to win Ohio. And therefore, we cannot win this election.
It was a privilege and a gift to spend two years traveling this country, coming to know so many of you. I wish I could just wrap you in my arms and embrace each and every one of you individually all across this nation. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you.
To all of you, my volunteers and online supporters, all across this country who gave so much of themselves, thank you. Thanks to William Field, a six-year-old who collected $680, a quarter and a dollar at a time selling bracelets during the summer to help change America. Thanks to Michael Benson from Florida who I spied in a rope line holding a container of money. It turned out he raided his piggy bank and wanted to contribute. And thanks to Alana Wexler, who at 11 years old and started Kids for Kerry.
I thank all of you, who took time to travel, time off from work, and their own vacation time to work in states far and wide. You braved the hot days of summer and the cold days of the fall and the winter to knock on doors because you were determined to open the doors of opportunity to all Americans. You worked your hearts out, and I say, don't lose faith. What you did made a difference, and building on itself, we will go on to make a difference another day. I promise you, that time will come -- the election will come when your work and your ballots will change the world, and it's worth fighting for.
I'm proud of what we stood for in this campaign, and of what we accomplished. When we began, no one thought it was possible to even make this a close race, but we stood for real change, change that would make a real difference in the life of our nation, the lives of our families, and we defined that choice to America. I'll never forget the wonderful people who came to our rallies, who stood in our rope lines, who put their hopes in our hands, who invested in each and every one of us. I saw in them the truth that America is not only great, but it is good.
So here -- with a grateful heart, I leave this campaign with a prayer that has even greater meaning to me now that I've come to know our vast country so much better and that prayer is very simple: God bless America.
Thank you,
John Kerry"
Earlier today I spoke to President Bush, and offered him and Laura our congratulations on their victory. We had a good conversation, and we talked about the danger of division in our country and the need, the desperate need, for unity for finding the common ground, coming together. Today, I hope that we can begin the healing.
In America, it is vital that every vote counts, and that every vote be counted. But the outcome should be decided by voters, not a protracted legal process. I would not give up this fight if there was a chance that we would prevail. But it is now clear that even when all the provisional ballots are counted, which they will be, there won't be enough outstanding votes for our campaign to be able to win Ohio. And therefore, we cannot win this election.
It was a privilege and a gift to spend two years traveling this country, coming to know so many of you. I wish I could just wrap you in my arms and embrace each and every one of you individually all across this nation. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you.
To all of you, my volunteers and online supporters, all across this country who gave so much of themselves, thank you. Thanks to William Field, a six-year-old who collected $680, a quarter and a dollar at a time selling bracelets during the summer to help change America. Thanks to Michael Benson from Florida who I spied in a rope line holding a container of money. It turned out he raided his piggy bank and wanted to contribute. And thanks to Alana Wexler, who at 11 years old and started Kids for Kerry.
I thank all of you, who took time to travel, time off from work, and their own vacation time to work in states far and wide. You braved the hot days of summer and the cold days of the fall and the winter to knock on doors because you were determined to open the doors of opportunity to all Americans. You worked your hearts out, and I say, don't lose faith. What you did made a difference, and building on itself, we will go on to make a difference another day. I promise you, that time will come -- the election will come when your work and your ballots will change the world, and it's worth fighting for.
I'm proud of what we stood for in this campaign, and of what we accomplished. When we began, no one thought it was possible to even make this a close race, but we stood for real change, change that would make a real difference in the life of our nation, the lives of our families, and we defined that choice to America. I'll never forget the wonderful people who came to our rallies, who stood in our rope lines, who put their hopes in our hands, who invested in each and every one of us. I saw in them the truth that America is not only great, but it is good.
So here -- with a grateful heart, I leave this campaign with a prayer that has even greater meaning to me now that I've come to know our vast country so much better and that prayer is very simple: God bless America.
Thank you,
John Kerry"
Monday, November 01, 2004
Je ne sais pas...
It's 10:10, and I just lost my English paper that is due tomorrow at 5:30. I'm in a bad mood. And all I want to do is crawl in to my bed and cry myself to sleep. But that will just help me flunk out of college sooner, wont it?
In high school, I was a master at last-minute papers, doing HW the class period before it was due, and all around bullshitting. Yes, in the broad scheme of things I knew that wouldn't fly once I got to college. But here it's hitting me in the face and it stings pretty bad. Tonight I plan on getting absolutely no sleep. I have a 3-6 page paper due on something that I have no idea on what to write. I get no feedback from my moronic teacher. I have a stupid presentation in my pretend math class. I need to make up HW for that class so that I can up my grade because the way things are looking... that might be my only grade that slightly resembles an A in any form. I resent the kids next door that are sitting watch battle of the sexes. I resent the kids who are chillin in their friends rooms. I resent the kids who can manage their time well. And mostly I resent the fact that I still haven't figured out how to do that. Even when I try to get ahead, something comes up and fucks up my agenda. This sucks shit. My bed is looking more appealing every minute. I feel so guilty for being here. I should not be here. My family is paying an outrageous sum of money for me to be here, and what do I do? Fuck it up. Good job, Libby. In some regards, I wish I was socially awkward, and didn't have friends. That way- at least I'd have good grades cuz I would have nothing to do but study. It's times like this when I realize how much I took for granted High School and how much you could get away with. And I shouldn't have been so naive and realized that you really can't bullshit your way through the real world.
Ok- I'm taking a break from the present... This past weekend I ventured to Cleveland, OH with Anna and Jason. It was really nice to be away from Bloomington and be in a house, and eat food not from Greshm dining hall, and see people of all ages, and get a hug from an adult, and sleep in a big bed. And I really enjoyed getting to know Anna and Jason better. Who would've thought that after only 2 months, I would go to a different state with someone to meet their families. It was a good time. Thanks, guys!
I'm off to pick up the pieces of my life.
VOTE TOMORROW!!
It's 10:10, and I just lost my English paper that is due tomorrow at 5:30. I'm in a bad mood. And all I want to do is crawl in to my bed and cry myself to sleep. But that will just help me flunk out of college sooner, wont it?
In high school, I was a master at last-minute papers, doing HW the class period before it was due, and all around bullshitting. Yes, in the broad scheme of things I knew that wouldn't fly once I got to college. But here it's hitting me in the face and it stings pretty bad. Tonight I plan on getting absolutely no sleep. I have a 3-6 page paper due on something that I have no idea on what to write. I get no feedback from my moronic teacher. I have a stupid presentation in my pretend math class. I need to make up HW for that class so that I can up my grade because the way things are looking... that might be my only grade that slightly resembles an A in any form. I resent the kids next door that are sitting watch battle of the sexes. I resent the kids who are chillin in their friends rooms. I resent the kids who can manage their time well. And mostly I resent the fact that I still haven't figured out how to do that. Even when I try to get ahead, something comes up and fucks up my agenda. This sucks shit. My bed is looking more appealing every minute. I feel so guilty for being here. I should not be here. My family is paying an outrageous sum of money for me to be here, and what do I do? Fuck it up. Good job, Libby. In some regards, I wish I was socially awkward, and didn't have friends. That way- at least I'd have good grades cuz I would have nothing to do but study. It's times like this when I realize how much I took for granted High School and how much you could get away with. And I shouldn't have been so naive and realized that you really can't bullshit your way through the real world.
Ok- I'm taking a break from the present... This past weekend I ventured to Cleveland, OH with Anna and Jason. It was really nice to be away from Bloomington and be in a house, and eat food not from Greshm dining hall, and see people of all ages, and get a hug from an adult, and sleep in a big bed. And I really enjoyed getting to know Anna and Jason better. Who would've thought that after only 2 months, I would go to a different state with someone to meet their families. It was a good time. Thanks, guys!
I'm off to pick up the pieces of my life.
VOTE TOMORROW!!
