rain.

Mmmmm....it's rainy, drizzly, dreary...the kind of day where curling up with a book, wearing your room mate's comfiest sweater, and sipping chai tea is the most tempting way to exist.
Too bad I probably won't do this. Instead, I'll do my homework, go grocery shopping, and go to class--the practical things that I am supposed to do. Aargh. I wish I didn't have the oldest-child syndrome in which responsibilities always take precedence over living life fully and abundantly! Someone should tell me to take my life, screw the responsible living, and curl up with that book and sip my chai...

Aside: For some interesting coffee art, go to http://www.ebaumsworld.com/videos/coffee-art.html

ice cream.

I love my room mates. A lot, actually. BUT we need to work on Food Communication 101. We have ice cream in our freezer. Too bad I didn't know it was room ice cream. I am blessed to say that I scrounged a bowlful, unlike yesterday's spaghetti conflict. But I missed out on a great many stress-relievers that more bowls of ice cream could have provided earlier this weekend (like last night, writing the worst paper ever). Uh-oh. My room mate just spotted my bowl of ice cream. She's going to the freezer to take the last of it. My only consolation is remembering that the calories that should belong to my body are going to be on her's. Unfortunately, it's not that great of a consolation, because I can't say I care about calories. I'd actually prefer the ice cream over no calories. Oh...and let me re-emphasize that I really do love my room mates despite all!

spaghetti.

Today my room mates made spaghetti. It is my favourite food. And then they didn't call me for supper. And they ate it all. I am sad. And hungry. Now, I am eating whole-wheat crackers. They are dry and unfulfilling, albeit healthy. I will eat my crackers and continue working on the worst paper ever now.

styrofoam.

Aaargh. I have a question: Why do people make fun of me for being anti-styrofoam? I don't get it. I want one good reason why we shouldn't care about the environment, especially as stewards of God's creation. If someone could explain why using styrofoam doesn't matter, I'd appreciate it, for real. Honestly, I don't understand that mindset at all.

it exists.

School really does exist. For a long time now, I've been able to convince myself that homework was a figment of my imagination. Unfortunately, the textbooks whacked me in the head this week, woke me up from my Utopian dream, and threw me back into reality. And here I sit, doing homework.

In actuality, this is useful stuff that I'm studying. Stuff that will get me a job so I can say I'm fulfilling my calling. But the fact that I have to sit down and do it...well...I can think of some semi-useless other things that I'd rather be doing right about now, like blogging. A proposal should be given to Ken Boersma which states that seniors should not be allowed to have or do homework in the last month of school, as it should be spent 'building community' with those around them (ie. socializing).

have a hug, kramer.

Spring Break makes me feel as if I've entered the wardrobe into Narnia for one week, and then stepped back into Dordt life again as if Narnia never happened--as if Spring Break has been a figment of my imagination. 33 Tim Horton's coffees and 5 wins later, Rachel, Jenn and I leave my home and native land and head back to Iowa.
'Twas a good adventure, albeit strange. Strange, because my Dordt-World and my Home-World collided, two worlds which had previously been distinctly separate, save for the commonality of me existing in both of them. From exploring the sophisticated activity of wine-tasting to hopping on a hay-ride for a maple syrup tour, we saw everything Canada has to offer, from a well-rounded perspective of a med student, an ed student, and a Bohemian Canadian.
Highlight stories:
Disney on Ice: A sketchy man selling colouring books calls out to Rachel, "Hey, want to colour with me tonight?" Rachel, being the excited education major that she is, replies, "Yes, yes! I'd love too!"
Jenn meets Henry: For the first time in two years, Henry met someone who shared a same passion for biology as himself. This married man followed her around the maple syrup farm to bask in her knowledge on maple syrup. She even knew, afterall, that syrup boils at 104 degrees Celsuis and is only 66 percent sugar. Unbeknownst to him, all her info came--not from being a biology major-but from reading his pamphlet.
Mom is happy: Jenn performed her first surgery, replacing my pussing piercing with something a little less obtrusive. My mom can look at me and love me again.
Cheers!

hello, chantale.

Hello, to my dearest littlest sister, Chantale, also known as Jellybean...
Sources tell me that you've been a faithful follower of this blog...so I thought I'd say "Hello." AND GUESS WHAT? I get to give you a humongous hug in less than 2 days! I love you...your favourite older sister...

new post.

There. I now have a new post. I didn't know that keeping a blog would be so difficult. I had meant it to be for my own personal creative expression--and now I have friends and the responsibility to entertain them. Thus, "Hello, friends!" This is me entertaining you.

Let me rack up a story for you...hmmm...actually, I'm not sure I have one. I have self-diagnosed myself as suffering from Seasonal Depressional Disorder/Cabin Fever, and am therefore actually not very much fun to be around right now. Haha. Poor Rachel and Jenn, who will be spending all of Spring Break with me. No, likely The Break will do me some good. [sigh] Sitting around with my parents with a glass of wine, visiting old friends, hanging out with my grandmas, regurgitating memories of Toronto with friends-- oh joy, oh bliss--less than 24 hours and one World Religions Presentation away and I am free at last. Safe travelling, all Dordt people! Praying for safety, fun and rejuvenation...

PS. If you are ever looking for something intriguing to do with my blog whilst waiting for me to post something, try counting the times I say "thus," "therefore," and "thereby," following which, feel free to rate me on a Geek-o-meter (which Mike K will develop...).