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| Hey everybody! Look, it's me, that really lazy kid who's been horrible and not posted anything for over a month. Feel free to like throw rotten fruit at me or whatever your outraged-fan-heart may desire.
I'm running on not much sleep right now, but that's because this last weekend was a huge pile-up of ridiculous papers and quests which I had to write and/or plan last weekend (literally, a paper for friday, quest for friday night, another paper and a reading with writing assignment for monday), plus trying to be vaguely social.
Oh, yes, I do mean to say I planned a quest last weekend. It was for the medieval club here on campus, and it was really fun. It's basically a scavenger hunt where you have to go all over campus (this time we limited it mostly to one building because it was for a special larger event there, Friday Night Live) dressed all funny and have to do tasks and decipher clues and save princess people from evil overlords and whatnot. But having to plan it, i.e. write the clues, assemble the people, organize so everyone knows their job and it all runs smoothly, etc. is crazy hectic, and ridiculous. Luckily (and awesome-ly) because I based it on a real medieval epic poem (Parzival by Wolframm von Eschenbach), it made it a little easier to come up with a basic storyline and ideas, but it was still a bunch of work. But proved fun in the end, and everyone enjoyed themselves despite the fact that it was ridiculous hectic. Even our faculty sponsor, Zina, brought her kids and they went on two of the three quests (they were divided into three mini-quests). Great fun, all told.
And the papers turned out really well, I think, even though they stressed me more than they should have. The paper I wrote about Hadewijch (medieval mystic poetess who wrote love poetry to God) and her idea of the multi-gender sexuality of God (it's really interesting, in her poetry she describes God's love as a Lady who the soul as a Knight should make love to [i.e. woo] but in her visions also her fairly overtly "sexual" relationship with the masculine God) was really mind-bending and fun and awesome. I love when crazy ancient stuff surprises you and blows your mind and you realize there have been fascinating people in all time periods. Sometimes we get the idea that all the smart/interesting people happened right now or something. Silly ethnocentricity.
But now I want to be lazy for awhile, even though I know that'll never happen, because I'm kinda the worn out. The end.
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| Hey I should post, shouldn't I? Though I think there's only like one person who ever checks here anymore (anybody but Sarah? Please stand up). Oh, well, it's still fun.
First week have run it's cycle of getting here, getting settled in, not having any homework and getting lazy (reading a ton of books, I finished the Lightning Thief, reread Sabriel and then read all the way through Scott Westerfield's Midnighters: The Secret Hour, which was really good), then all the homework suddenly collapsing at once on top of me yesterday and me crazy scrambling, then making it.
Saturday I went to a concert and it was really boring at first, then when the Aquabats came on it was amazing. Because they are amazing. I love them, so much. Then the Format came on, who I liked, and after them were Toad the Wet Sprocket, who I loved so much as a youngin and who were really, really disappointing live. By the time Dashboard Confessional came on I was too tired and cold to pay a lot of attention, but I don't think they're my favorite either. I realized I'd heard of them a ton, but never heard any of their stuff, or not that I had noticed/remembered it in any way, shape or form.
So it was crazy. Now the week starts it's little week cycle running again . . . once more into the . . . mundane . . . dear Friends . . .
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| Hey peoples! I'm back in Austin, so we should do stuff if it has not already been planned. I only have another week or so (flying out the 31st).
Other than that, I'm just being lazy, reading books, playing silly games, watching movies, etc. (so if you want to do something, anything, I'm probably free and probably game, seriously, even if we already have other stuff planned already, more is better [I don't sound lonely/desparate at all, do I?]). It's been a nice little break, though, too. Sometimes I burn out when I keep going all the time, but I do it so I never have to feel bored.
The crazy young peoples conference in Germany was way cool. I totally dug it, even the slightly awkward bits were funny. And I totally learned the crazy european dance that all them German-speaking mormons do, whacha! I was very proud of me. I actually learned some cha cha, too, and so I feel like I might have some idea what's going on in my social dance class next semester. And I met cool people, saw people I'd known before, and went to some fun classes.
And . . . . the end. Anticlimactic, no?
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| So the school part of my trip is over (having finished a really
annoying 10-page paper which has been bugging me the last few days),
which means I get to enjoy being lazy around Vienna and running around
with my parents, who're flying in today, for the next week, hurrah!
Then I'm going to a week long church young peoples week long outing in
Germany; I'd always heard about these things and wondered what they're
like, so I figured I'd give it a shot. Should be more interesting
because it's all German-speaking mormons . . . Who knows. I'll tell you
all how it went after it's over.
Then I'm visiting some people from my mission until the 14th, when I
fly back. I'll be in Austin for the last half of August, then I'll go
back to school again . . . hehehe. I never stop, but that's kinda how I
like it. It was so weird because this summer the one thing that bugged
me the most was that the classes were engaging enough. I actually
wanted them to be harder. Oh, well, it's still been pretty freakin
awesome.
Man, I should write more, but I'm too lazy. I love you all. Stay awesome!
The end.
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| I am living this movie. And we watched it, and it was surreal, because
not only do I now recognize the places that before to me were just
romantic and european and pretty, because I've been there, but I've
fallen in love here with a girl who lives hundreds of miles away, and
have no idea how it's going to work, and . . . I can feel the scene in
the trainstation creeping up on me, panicing and clutching desperately
at last moments and not knowing how it will work out.
But not thinking about it now. Now I'm just enjoying the next two days we have left together.
Why is love always hard?
P.S. Her name is Leah and she's amazing! But she lives in St. Louis.
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