Maybe to clarify things, when I said I had more things to bitch about regarding Germany, it meant more things to bitch about, and it happened to be Germany. Not more things from Germany. Okay, hope I made myself clear.
- posted by L. @ 9:07 PM

 
Not having internet sucks! Maybe I'll go to Kemper and get that whole room change sheet dealio sometime soon, but probably not based on the fact that it's snowing and I'm lazy. Not to mention bored. I'm sitting in the resource center down in Rodman, being bored, skipping a class (well, technically yes, but since I plan on dropping it, no), but hey, whatever works. Mondays, however, seem to bring on a permanent case of the blues, so maybe I'll complain a little bit. Or a lot.
I survived the weekend which was a lot of bid day fun. And by fun I mean not fun. Well, I guess it was fun, but stressful, and busy, and did I mention busy and stressful? We didn't pick up anybody on Friday night, but who cares really? I went to bed at 4:30am, got up at 9:00, etc, et c....
Anyway.
Let's see...what to complain about. We picked up five pledges. No, wait. Six. I guess. It's funny that I heard it second hand (or third hand, or maybe fourth or fifth hand) despite the fact that I'm recruitment chair. Yes, I was out of my ro om last night, but there is such a thing as a telephone. I know this is Ripon...but still...
Six pledges, anyway, a definite good thing, but yeah.
And I have more things to bitch about regarding Germany. And people who got engaged in Germany, and neglected to tell me. And this is not just anyone, but someone I considered a close friend. But this bitching will be later, as I'm too pissed off to think about it now.

- posted by L. @ 2:46 PM

 
Oooooooookay, I still haven't gone to Kemper and filled out my room change sheet, but I will tomorrow! Anyway, in the meantime, I'm finally posting what I was going to post on Sunday in honor of going back to school! Happy 2nd semester!!

It's back to school time and teenagers all over the world will be heading off to college for the first time. So the editors at Shagmail would like to help out by listing the Top Ten things incoming Freshmen can expect from their first year of higher education:

10. Master the art of binge drinking.

9. Learn from other students how to get the calling card Mom and Dad gave you to cover 1-900 charges.

8. Grocery shopping on the change found in the sofa cushions.

7. A steady diet of macaroni & cheese, cereal and Fritos.

6. Quarters are the hottest commodity for laundry, vending machines and drinking games.

5. Alcohol consumed is inversely proportional to grade point average.

4. Weekends start on Thursday.

3. Frat parties are exactly like they are in the movies.

2. You'll be able to stay up all night doing nothing and fall asleep in class in two seconds.

And the number 1 things college kids can expect their first year at school:

1. Hornier girls/guys than in high school.

- posted by L. @ 10:24 PM

 
Delay in the blog! Anyway, I moved on Friday (yay). It was super not exciting. But I now have my own room, and it's not the size of a broom closet! Saweeeeeeeeeeeet! I don't have internet yet, though. Oh well.
Anyway, it's great to be back at school, even though I don't want to go to class or buy books. I registered this morning and bought some of my books, sigh. I don't like being broke. Classes start tomorrow, but I have no Tuesday classes! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, keep posted for something about college students, which should be posted when I get my internet back up. Whenever that may be.
- posted by L. @ 2:32 PM

 
Okay, so I lied about the whole final reminiscent blog. But that's because I'm delaying this posting for a few days - check back on Sunday, when most of the people I know are going back to school. It's relevant, I promise. :)
Today, I am going to feature music reviews! Yeah!!!! However, it's quite possible you will have never heard of any of the people I am going to recommend to you. I am doing this only because my day so far has consisted of going to the dentist at 8:30 this morning (yuck), coming home, reading the paper, watching disc four of Rocky & Bullwinkle Season One (and falling asleep in the middle of episode 23, or 24, I can't remember), sleeping for a few hours, waking up, doing some more laundry, and watching Rocky & Bullwinkle. That's pretty much been it, folks. Later on today, I am planning on packing (UGH! SAVE ME!), and finishing up laundry. Sigh. I hate packing. And moving. Can't wait till Saturday! Or better yet, Sunday!
On to music reviews!
Today we will be reviewing four independent artists; Sam Shaber, Chuck Coleman, The Corner Street Band, and Union Pulse.
Sam Shaber is my favorite of the above!! I got this fabulous CD from my dear friend Joe, where he got it from, I'm not sure, something about a promo CD for WRPN? I dunno. Anyway, Sam Shaber is absolutely wonderful. It's nice to have an artist whose lyrics are refreshing, and completely not sold out. I wish I could drop out of college and spend my life reviewing independent artists, that would be the life. I'd be a huge follower of Sam Shaber, as her CD has been in my CD player (okay, not CD player, but CD player of ghetto-fied laptop that has been serving as my CD player for the whole of break) since Joe gave it to me about a month ago or so. Has it only been a month? It feels like sooooooo much longer. Anyway, back to Sam. Her CD features great songs like El Dorado (which is written for her mother), Rain and Sunshine (which is about her best friend who died in a car crash), When the Roses Run Dry (about love), and Solitaire (about her father). It's a CD that nobody should be without, provided they like independent folksy music.
Next! Chuck Coleman, a 22-year old out of New York City, whose lyrics have been compared to a combination of Rufus Wainwright and Ben Folds (and that in itself should be a seller!). This CD took some listening to before I exactly took to it. The first listen-through I didn't like it AT ALL. But the fact that I had actually paid for the CD led me to actually want to listen to it. :) Chuck's lyrics are new and honest, and his voice is actually very sexy. And nobody can really turn down a sexy voice. Not as sexy as Rufus Wainwright or Van Morrison, but hey, in this day and age, ya can't complain. Some of the best tracks on the album are brian played guitar (talking about how music makes the world spin), march in milan (talking about italy, i think...havent' quite deciphered if there is a hidden message), halley's comet (about halley's comet, but the meaning behind it is not caring what others think), and me and gertrude stein (talking about free thinking? sorry, i haven't exactly spent time listening to meanings of music...). It's great. Everyone should listen to it. And if you don't take to it right away, give it a few spins. It's worth it.
Okay, so I said that there were two other CDs, but I haven't listened to one (the Corner Street Band) enough to review it yet, and the other being Union Pulse...which I also haven't listened to. But regardless, I have to recommend it, because I graduated from high school with their guitar player/lead singer and bassist. And they rule. So listen to them too. Once I get the CD, I'll review it, I promise. In the meantime, the above CDs can be found at cdbaby.com. And they have sound clips too! Ooooooooh. So, I think I'm going to set the middle week of the month to review new artists that I find sexy. So check back for those! Indie is, after all, better than mainstream. :)
- posted by L. @ 6:29 PM

 
Aha! Comments! Yay!!!!!!!
Aside from Indian lunch buffet at Tandoori (is that the name? or Tandoor, or whatever, does it matter? it's hella good food) out in 'Stallis, as well as Best Buy, and of course, installing new headlights on the Astro with Joe, nothing has been accomplished since then...oh well. I now own Dead Poets Society on DVD, which has to be one of the greatest movies of all time, with the most powerful and goosebump-provoking final scenes in a movie ever. It makes me want to cry every single damn time. *tear*
Break is winding down, tomorrow is my final day at home!! Saaaaaaaaaad. But then again, not so sad, either.
This whole reminiscent blog thing has worked out perfectly, with me being a slacker and taking time off from the blog, I now have two more things to post and two more days at home! What a coincidence! Today, we shall take the blog back to feature Paul. Paul spent his freshman year out in New York, but we'll forgive him. Paul also managed to keep me entertained with his commentary on just about everything in all the emails he sent, which showed up on my computer. If only I had access to my ICQ, then we could see some of the ICQ conversations that Paul & I had (especially those after, er, Mardi Gras, when I was, um, tired. Yes. Very, very tired. And stoned. And drunk. It was a good night. LoL).

Laurendog-
There, I just decided if I can automatically be cool if I just add dog to the end of anyone's name when addressing them. When I first moved to the 'Wood, I thought all the white guys talking in ebonics to each other were joking. Then I found out that almost everyone talks that way there. It was kind of funny. It took awhile for me to not burst out laughing when some white guy like Drew O'Malley called me dog. For him it's even funnier, because he's Irish (I assumed this using the skills I've honed in Logic class (PHY 205); O'Malley = Irish.).

Speaking of that freaky girl phenomenon, the freakiest thing happened to me the other day. I was playing chess online, because I was very bored. I started playing some woman that said she was from New York. I didn't ask, but she told me anyway, along with plenty of other info I didn't particularly care to know, like that she strips for a living, and that she's 38 (ewwwwwwwwww!, those two don't mix well. It's like adding acid to water or something bad like that). She had asked where I was from, and I told her New York State as well (what, you didn't expect me to tell her the truth did you? Plus, that's not completely false, I do kind of live here now.). Then she said she could come give me and my friends a strip show if I told her where to go. By this time, I was completely grossed out, but not wanting to be rude, I told her "No, I wouldn't be comfortable with that." So then she asked what's the matter, are you gay? At this point, I just wanted to shut her up, so I said yes. Not another peep out of her, thank god. Luckily, I'm a much better chess player than her, so I beat her in under two minutes, and left. Never again. I will never use the internet again, except for e-mail of course. Too many freaky people out there. Another kind of female to add to the list of females that I'm apparently a magnet to: scary, near-40-year-old strippers. Hooray for me!

A friend from Iowa telling you you drink excessively? You can't really tell him to go to hell; after all, he is from Iowa, the closest place to hell on this earth. Just tell him (or her) to go shuck some corn or something. Slipknot is from Iowa. You know that really freaky band that wears the scary masks and plays really crappy, angry music that somehow made it's way to number 3 or something in the billboard charts. I think the reason they're so mad is because they're from Iowa. It doesn't seem like a real happy place. They've got corn, and then they have some more corn, and ... uh... oh yeah, they have a semi-pro baseball league there that one of my friends plays in. Other than that, not too much. At least in Wyoming we had mountains. And we have Jackson Hole (vacation spot/home of the Clintons and Harrison Ford). We have skiing too. Can't do that in Iowa can ya! Ha ha ha.

I think the taste thing is a male/female issue. Most guys can't tell (or don't care) how good the beer is they're drinking, just as long as it does it's job. My psych teacher told this joke in lecture today, he was talking about cognitive processes (thinking). God gave men 2 organs, but not enough blood for both to function at once. If you don't get it, one of the organs is the brain. For the other, well...just use your imagination.

Does your roommate, the one who locks her door, think you're going to steal something from her room or what? That's weird. I can see why her roommate would move out. Where is this girl from. Was she locked in a small windowless room and given only a bible for entertainment? Who the hell thinks frigging is profanity? It sounds like your roommate is my Mom in an 18 year old's body. The door locking thing has been a problem for me too. Once, I got in the shower when Tom was still in bed, and when I was done, he had left and locked me out. I had to go find him so I could get some pants and a shirt out of my room (I only had shorts, my towel, shampoo and soap, and some flip-flops). Luckily, he only went outside to smoke, so I found him fairly quickly.

You know what I just realized? Lauren G. rhymes with Warren G., the rapper. That can be your alias. That or G-dog or something. Sweet.

What's up with your roommate taking the TV away. Now that's even weirder than her locking the door, I think. She just decided that she wanted the TV in her room? Strange. If you ask me, she's into porn and that's why she needs the TV in her room. She wants it so she can watch her immense and varied collection of porn in private. Just kidding, but maybe she does have a wild side and you just don't know it. Who shares the room with her now, (or does she just have it all to herself)? Also, URINATE? Was she serious? This girl definitely was locked in closet, not a small room. What do her parents do? Are they extremely religious or something? That's crazy. Crazy crazy crazy.

Missing French! What did Calah say!?!?! I can picture it. You're so bad! It starts out with missing one class. You get an adrenaline rush. Then you'll skip other classes. Then you'll not go to class at all. Then you'll drop out and start working the streets, selling your drugs and sleeping in a cardboard box. It all begins with one class Lauren. It only takes one. I could picture her giving you a lecture. Shame on you Lauren. Shame on you. I once overslept, but I made it to class. I just didn't shower and didn't eat. I just brushed my teeth, threw some clothes on, (and some deoderant) and ran to class. It was only Logic though. That class is "wicked hack". As the Boston people say here. Hack means easy to them, and then they just add wicked to everything to increase it's intensity.

Well, that's all I've got for now. Don't miss more classes. The path to destruction can start with one...it only takes one. Anywho, keep it real Lauren G. Later G-Dog.

~Paul (Master P)


And some more Paul-eseque humor.

I had an interesting past Friday. First, I found out I got a 94 on my psych test. The highest grade was a 95, out of a class of 800. So, I was pretty happy with that. Then, at dinner this weird girl came up, sat next to me, and started telling me her life story. It was really strange. She was drinking some of the non-lactaid milk they have in our dining hall, which I think might have some of the same side effects of crack, judging by some of the crazy shit she was telling me. I'd never seen her before in my life, and she told me that she "used to not have a favorite movie, but now it's like Good Will Hunting,
because she's watched that like 50 times and..." (you get the picture). I shit you not. It was strange. I think I'm just a freaky girl magnet, along with adolescent girl magnet. All the freaky girls and 12 year olds think I'm da bomb. Woo woo. Proof? I recently found out that my roommate's sister, who is 15, thinks I'm hot. That was a bit disheartening. I'm sad...very sad (j/k). Then, to add to the strangeness of my evening, some drunk girls, who were drinking in one of the rooms on my floor, tried to grope me. This was just
after they did some serious projectile vomiting in not one, not two, but all three of our floor toilet stalls. It's a good thing I can hit the outside jumper when it comes to using toilets, if you know what I mean (this was one time I'm glad I'm not female). Anyhow, I've decided that I now have a new policy on alcohol: drinking is fine, even getting drunk is alright; puking and unwanted groping is bad. Drunks are fine. Stupid drunks who can't control their alcohol are bad. By the way, my sister thinks I'm horrible now that she
found out that I've drunk alcohol before too. It was alright to suggest that I go try, but not alright when she found out I had already tried it. I haven't had enough experience with alcohol to be able to discriminate between good and bad alcohol though. But then again, I can't tell the difference between coke and pepsi either.

- posted by L. @ 8:54 PM

 
After another short hiatus from blogging, I regret to inform you, loyal blog fan, that my winter break is almost up, and consequently, the reminiscent blog will be a thing of the past (but don't worry, it's in the archives! woohoo!). However, my break still contains two days of sleeping till noon and reading a book until hours after that, sitting on my ass and watching Rocky & Bullwinkle episodes (complete with Boris, Natasha, Dudley Do-Right, Fractured Fairy Tales, Aesop & Son, and fine works of literature read by Bullwinkle J. Moose! Life doesn't get much better than that), and watching movies that I didn't even like to begin with, not to mention figuring out each day what the blog will hold. Friday I have to hasten back to Ripon to move all my shit from point A to point B. Yay!!! Wait...
And if anyone wants some popcorn, come to my house. :)
Today I will feature a list of things you've all been waiting for (insert cheering)!!
A while back, I had a complicated (at least to the eyes of everyone except me) friendship with a male. This male had a rather interesting name beginning with the letter H. And just for the record, we were never dating. In order to reference said male, we came up with a conclusive list of H names, some assembled on our own, others sent by the infamous Joe. So if you're ever looking for an H name, you've come to the right blog!
Due to the fact that my list is 8 pages long, this will be slightly shortened, but nevertheless very effective.

Just thought this arsenal might come in handy during your average Habakkuk conversation! 'Cause you never know when you might need to talk about our dear Herb.

Habakkuk
Hackett
Hadley
Hadrian
Hadwyn
Hagar
Hagley
Hakeem
Hakim
Hal
Halbert
Hale
Halfdan
Hall
Hallvard
Halton
Halvard
Ham
Hamal
Hamilton
Hamish
Hamlet
Hananiah
Haneef
Hank
Hanley
Hannibal
Hans
Hansel
Harcourt
Hardwin
Hardy
Harker
Harlan
Harold
Haroldo
Harper
Harris
Harrison
Harry
Hart
Hartman
Hartmut
Harvey
Hasheem
Haskel
Hastings
Havelock
Hawley
Hawthorne
Hayden
Hayward
Haywood
Hazael
Heath
Heathcliff
Hebert
Hector
Heinlich
Heinrich
Heinz
Heliodoro
Helmut
Heman
Hendrick
Hendrik
Henri
Henrik
Henry
Henryk
Henson
Heraldo
Herb
Herbie
Herbert
Herberto
Hercamer
Herman
Hermann
Hermenegildo
Hernando
Herod
Herrick
Herschel
Hershel
Hertz
Hertzel
Hesiquio
Hessel
Heyward
Heywood
Hezekiah
Hezeklah
Hidalgo
Higinio
Hilario
Hilbert
Hilliard
Hinckley
Hiram
Hirsch
Hirsh
Hirza
Ho
Hoashis
Hobart
Hoffman
Holger
Holman
Holmes
Holmfrid
Holt
Homer
Hong
Hopkins
Horace
Horatio
Houston
Howard
Howe
Hubbard
Hubert
Huberto
Huey
Hugh
Hugo
Humbert
Humberto
Humphrey
Hunter
Huntley
Huxford
Huxley
Hwang

So you should never be at a loss for guy's name beginning with H! And if for some reason you need more, I got more! Happy H Names!
- posted by L. @ 6:33 PM

 
Guess what??? Good news for Milwaukee Rufus Wainwright fans! February 21st is a great day for us! Rufus Wainwright will be at the Pabst Theater!! WOOHOO! I am SO there! Then again, I have right to be a tiny bit nervous, because the last time I went to a so-called concert at the Pabst, half of the concert didn't show up, and being that I wasn't so interested in seeing Bruce Cockburn do a double show, I didn't go at all. But Rufus Wainwright is appearing solo, so maybe there shouldn't be a problem. And I think he'll be coming from Chicago, NOT Dallas. And we all know that Chicago has more than one plane. Not to mention trains and buses and automobiles! So Rufus Wainwright should have NO problem appearing at the Pabst after a night in Chicago. WOOHOO!!
I know I have taken a slight hiatus from the reminiscent blog, but I promise today we will get back on track!
Today's blog features Tara. As many of you may or may not remember, Tara was my awesome freshman roommate. Due to the number of things that we came up with in our suite during freshman year, Tara was led to compose a song about why her life sucked. I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I think this song was composed in honor of the purple foxtail that was given to her as a six-month anniversary present by her then boyfriend Mark. So, here's featuring Tara's song.

WHY MY LIFE SUCKS
By Tara

MY PAPER I’VE BEEN WORKING ON
FOR TWO DAYS STRAIGHT IS DONE ALL WRONG

I HAVEN’T HAD A FULL NIGHT’S REST
SINCE I LEFT HOME AND MOVED SOUTHWEST

I WORK THE STREETS TO PAY OFF MY LOANS
MY LEG HAIR STICKS OUT AND IS OVERGROWN

AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE I GO TO RIPON COLLEGE

MY DORM ROOM’S BRAND NEW PIECE OF ART
IS A PURPLE FOXTAIL FROM MY BOYFRIEND MARK

THERE’S A CHART ON OUR SQUEAKY COMMON ROOM DOOR
TO MEASURE OUT WHO SEEMS TO VACUUM MORE

I ICQ MESSAGE MY ROOMMATE WHO
IS STILL INSIDE OF OUR DORM ROOM

AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE I GO TO RIPON COLLEGE

I CAN READ FIVE CHAPTERS EVERY DAY
AND I’M STILL BEHIND THREE ANYWAY

WE SLEEP WITH THE FAN IN THE WINDOW
EVEN WHEN IT’S FIVE BELOW

I WORK OUT EVERY DAY TO LOSE
THE 15 POUNDS ON MY CABOOSE

THE GREATEST JOY I’VE FOUND SO FAR
IS THAT EVERY DORM ROOM SEEMS TO HAVE A BAR

AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE I GO TO RIPON COLLEGE

- posted by L. @ 1:32 AM

 
I admit to taking a bit of a hiatus from the blog lately, sorry to all those who were on the edge of the chairs waiting for my next posting. As I'm sure that none of you were actually on the edge of your chair waiting, I'm going to fast-forward past this.
Finishing up on January 3's posting, I left out some more excitement that took place the night that Joe and I went to East Garden. Side note: Joe's on jury duty until the 16th. Poop. Maybe I'll delay my return to Ripon a day in order to go out for Thai and such with Joe on the 16th, and go back to Ripon on the 17th. Mike Villeneuwhatever called my house today (oh joy! rapture!) but I didn't actually talk to him - he talked to our answering machine, and left a message in the wrong box.
Anywho, so New Year's eve at about 3:15 in the morning after wrapping up a conversation with my boy (who was at the time in California), I told him to call me as soon as he got home. When I say something like "Call me when you get home" that usually means "call me when you get home unless it's at some ungodly hour when even I will be in bed, so let me sleep and call me in the morning, but not too early, so let's be safe and call me in the early afternoon....yadda yadda yadda." Anyway, this translation was lost on the boy, so after I had drifted off to sleep, and was happily sleeping for an hour, hour in a half...my cell phone rang! At 3:30 in the morning! After lying in bed for a split second, wondering if I was in fact awake or asleep, I realized that this was not a dream, but reality. Hastily I scrambled out of bed, almost tripping over the multiple items in the middle of the floor (they usually are not a problem. i don't tend to walk around my room without my contacts in in the middle of the night.), and grabbed the phone...to find out it was my boy. Normally, I would have been overjoyed at that precise moment, but I was still half asleep, and the phone ringing was almost like a bad dream come true. After hurrying downstairs, trying to find a sweatshirt and flannel pants because boxers and a tshirt aren't going to cut it when the temperature of the house is roughly five degrees below zero, I managed to have a somewhat normal conversation for the next 15 minutes. I had to ask though, why would you call me at 3:30 in the morning?? The answer? Because you told me to call you when I got home. Nice. :)
Anyway, this was all what, a week ago? Since the last posting it has snowed, not a huge amount, but enough. More snow than I think I've seen in the past three years. Sigh.
Anyway, so my younger sister has been denied acceptance to UW-Milwaukee based on the fact - wait, hold on. Someone has been denied acceptance to Milwaukee?? That's a laugh if I ever heard one. But it gets better. My sister has been denied acceptance because she doesn't have a green card. My sister is an American citizen, has been for a number of years. Granted, she's from Central America, but still. She doesn't HAVE a green card as far as I know. Please. Go UWM!
My break is still allowing for 9-10 days left of doing nothing. Except for this weekend, I'm going out of town to escape my house. Sweet! My mother is having an open house, and I've decided to avoid it like the bubonic plague, which is not a bad idea. And after this weekend, only a few more days left at home! YAY! Finally.

- posted by L. @ 3:27 PM

 
Yes folks, it's time for me to (temporarily) break away from the reminscent blog, and fill you, loyal follower, in on what's going on in my life! This shouldn't be too exciting, but there were a few points of interest that were funny! :)
Joe and I didn't get together today, as we got together yesterday, after he spent the day in wonderful Ripon (hehe) and needed to get out of the house.
After a brief conversation in which we made our plans, Joe assured me he would be at my house between 8:30-8:45. At 8:45 there was still a noshow on the part of Joe, but he showed up arond 8:50, chatting animatedly on his cell to the illustrious Maxwell, who apparently called as soon as Joe turned on to my block. So while listening to half of the conversation between Joe and Maxwell, which was quite entertaining, Joe drove aimlessly down Oakland Avenue until we got past North. At this point, past North Ave, Joe hangs up the phone and asked where in blue hell we were (maybe not those exact words, but close enough. you get the point). The entire point of the drive down Oakland was to find an ATM machine, which they apparently don't have on the East Side. We drove back to the 'Wood, only to discover that my lanyard was at home, somewhere, including my ATM card, so Joe decided it would be easier just to pay for dinner (I now owe him Thai food, but that's a-ok!).
After dinner at East Garden, which is home of the best Chinese food in Milwaukee, just ask any Milwaukee paper, and me too, since it's the best (maybe I'm a tad biased, since it's about 2 minutes from my house, and *drool* once you have East Garden, you really can't think of anything else). Except for that whole avoiding taxes thing, East Garden (which looks more like a bank than a Chinese restaurant) is the quintessential place for fine Chinese dining. Just don't ask for the duck. The duck you're eating may have been the pet of one of the East Garden family kids.
Anyway, after East Garden, we took a drive down Capitol Drive to see the excitement that was ensuing (police cars and everything!)...and somewhere in the midst of it, we wondered aloud what would happen if people could hear us making fun of them from inside our car. Which led to the next genius idea - installing a megaphone to the top of the van!!!
So the next idea is to drive into the ghetto, singing "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts...doo doo doo doo..." But maybe that's not the best idea, since we'd like to live to tell the story.
Wait for more fun from a night at Thai kitchen!
- posted by L. @ 11:09 PM

 
Happy New Year!!

Good news for the new year! The well read Genesee Depot Times Gazette has now linked us to their page! Woohoo!! :)
Speaking of Genesee Depot, the infamous Joseph Thomas and I ventured out to Genesee Depot the other night (quite unintentionally, though we realized that Genesee Depot had been sadly neglected by us this summer)! Somehow, the lovely little town had not changed a bit. And once again, we saw it in the dark. Go figure. Someday, maybe someday, we will venture out to Genesee Depot at an hour that is not dark out! Woohoo for sanity drives! And Noodles...mmm.
As for the near future, Joe & I are getting together again tomorrow so I can hear the stories from New Year. And maybe we'll have heard news on the news we're waiting for...
And someone (namely my boyfriend) comes home from California today! Yay! Finally! And I get to have him around here for a few days or so starting Sunday. At least that's the current plan. Updates later. Maybe. ;) My days might actually be interesting for the next few days.
I spent the day in DePere today, yeah, very exciting. I'm starting to be a bit more worried about my grandparents than I used to be, but hopefully things will all turn out okay in the end.
A few months ago, I posted a poem by the famous poet Robert Frost. This poem, The Road Not Taken, is a fine example of poetic literature. However, now, I shall post a poem that may have been composed by Frost had he lived on Fourth and North in Milwaukee....

Choose sump'n like some stah'

O Stah' (down low, da fairest one in sight),
We grant yo' loftiness da right
T' some kinda' obscurity o' cloud --
It aint gonna do t' say o' night,
Since night be whut brings out yo' light.
Some kinda' mystery becomes da proud,
But t' be whol-like taciturn
In yo' reserve aint allowed.
Say sump'n t'us we kin learn
By heart an' when monk-like repeat. Yo' mama.
Say sump'n! Fuck dat shit. An' it says I burn. Ah be baaad...' But say wit'
whut degree o' heat.
Rap Fahrenheit, rap Centigrade.
'esploit language we kin comprehend.
Tell us whut elements yo' ass blend. What a ripoff.
It gives us strange-like tiny-ass aid,
But duz tell sump'n in da fat-lady.
An' staidfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stoopin' from its sphere,
It ax' some tiny-ass o' us in da house. True dat.
It ax' o' us some certain height,
So's when at times da mob be swayed
T' carry praise o' blame too fah',
We may choose sump'n likes some stah'
T' stay our minds on an' be staid.

Okay, so Robert Frost didn't REALLY write this. I got it from Joe two years ago. Maybe he knows who wrote it, or maybe he wrote it himself! Hmm...
P.S. This poem was, at one time, fine literature as well. Read Choose Something Like Some Star (I think that's the name....but I'm not sure. It's written by Frost. Go look it up. And have a nice day!)

- posted by L. @ 7:17 PM