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.


  1. wow, you sure can paint a picture with words. keep the pillow handy, but don't give up!!! xoxo

  2. Yay!!!! YAY!!! Ellie's joined the cool blog world!!


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