Friday, October 26, 2007

All you ever didn't care to know about moi...

Well since the premise of this is me at college, I should probably talk about it....

I go to Purdue University. I double major in Political Science and History with a minor in Classical Studies. I live on campus in the dorm-excuse me, residence halls. For some reason, saying "dorm" is taboo now. Apparently the word dorm is associated with negative things so we have been hounded to NOT SAY dorm when we talk about where we live. I say hounded because I am a tour guide for my residence hall and also the President of Freshman Governing Board, which is a subset of Windsor Residence Hall Club (basically a student council type thing). I'm a member of Alpha Lambda Delta Phi Eta Sigma Honor Society, Liberal Arts Honors Program, Dammon Dean Scholar's Program Alumnus, and I'm on the email list for Purdue Camera Club even though I stopped going to the meetings last Christmas.

Whew. That felt like a scholarship application. Boring. Anyway, I have the coolest roommate. Her name is Catherine but I call her C-Fizzle because of a joke we started in junior year of high school when we met. She was the valedictorian of our class. And she's total awesome.

we pretend to be normal.

But mostly we're not. We have a lot in common. We're book nerds and have the same sense of humor. We're both way too interested in foreign policy theory (we're taking a class together) and it's not uncommon to see us walking down the street together animatedly discussing nuclear proliferation.
^^True story.
She's obsessed with football, I'm obsessed with music. She quizzes me on the "Football Position of the Week" and I play "Name the Band" with her. Sometimes we converse entirely in French to feel cosmopolitan. Hopefully, someday we'll be able to do it without passing a language dictionary between us.

Honestly, I don't know how anyone can stand us.

Anyway, this weekend is/was Homecoming. (Depending on when I actually post this.) We're playing Northwestern. Editor's note: at press time, we learned that we crushed them. BOILER UP! There's a lot of hype around here for this event. His Holiness The Dalai Lama came and spoke on Friday, and security was nuts because apparently China is trying to do him in. Especially now that our dear leaders had to go and hand him a Congressional Gold Medal Thursday last. China's pretty steamed about the honor so I wasn't too jazzed about having one of their top enemies here on campus but no one asked me. Ah well, with a campus of nigh unto 40,000 students, they can't reach everyone.

So there was a parade last night and I went with C-Fiz and some of our floormates and didn't make the connection that pouring rain would ruin my faux silk shoes but I had a grand time and got free stuff even though I DID ruin the shoes whilst I tried to ford the raging river between the street and the curb. That was a ridiculously long sentence. Then I went back to the room and laid on the floor in the dark and painted stars on the ceiling with my complimentary glow sticks.

Today was the game and since I am ticketless and not willing to fork over 25 american pesos for one, I stayed behind and studied for my History Exam. When Catherine got back, we ordered pizza and then went to Walmart to get stuff for her Halloween costume. Then I was supposed to go over to someone's house but those plans feel through.

But it's cool. I helped Catherine get ready for a party and got a little more studying done for History. We have an understanding that she goes partying sans moi and I hold down the fort and make sure the carpet is free of large obstacles before I go to bed. There was a nasty incident with a box a few weeks back....
It's a good arrangement. She doesn't pressure me to do anything I've put my foot down about and I don't leave anything on the floor that she can put her foot in.

Well, I should turn in. I leave, fully realizing I have painted myself as the biggest nerd on the planet. All I'm missing is a pocket protector. Lucky for the world, I will never have one because I do not own a shirt that has pockets. Hellooo, tacky! For the record I will also never, ever wear or own the following: Crocs, Uggs, or anything that contains velvet. Also, I will never wear any pants or shorts that have words written across the seat. They might as well say "I don't get enough attention at home". Yes, Mom, I have renounced the Ft. Walton Beach sweatpants. Even for sleeping. But my beef with popular fashion is a story for another time.

Good night.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


what a stupid name. "The Ellievator at College"?

Well, it's better than the first draft, which was "A Ride on the Ellievator". Which has a vaguely negative connotation....
well who knows what eyes will wander across this blog. Got to keep it safe for the masses!

Ha. Masses. I'm so conceited. Masses of internet tumbleweeds, maybe.

Anyway, back to the original thought. Ellievator, or elevators, rather. It's slightly ironic because there's hardly any working elevators on this campus. There's only one in my residence hall and only service staff are allowed to use it. "Whiny teenager..." Well you try walking up six flights of stairs after spending all day in class or 45 minutes in the gym. It becomes an epic journey. The last gasping breath you take before you reach the summit and pull open the heavy wooden door to the hallway; it causes you to reflect on your life and say a few prayers in case you don't reach your room. Sometimes I carry a small pillow so I have aught to lay my head on while I regain my strength in the vast wasteland that is the landing between floors 2 and 3.

I am so dramatic. And terribly out of shape.

So this has been a thrill but I must retire. It is an hour of the night not meant for human conciousness. Plus I have class in the morning.
Good day.

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