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 Archive -- Week 72: 11/9/03 - 11/15/03
Song of the Week: Fall Out Boy - Grand Theft Autumn

November 9, 2003 - there and back again
I drove more than 550 miles this weekend... that's like 2.2% of the Earth's circumference. But believe me, it was worth it. It felt so great to spend the whole weekend with Brian, Milda, Larry, and Ashley.... We talked about marshmallow fluff and gravityless sleep and heated clothing and all sorts of fun stuff. I miss being around people who know me... people who can have a fantastic time doing anything at all. It's senseless to try and explain it all on here, but let's just say I had a great weekend, and leave it at that.

As for now, I've come back to the wonderful world of college. I have much homework and several tests this week, and I'm really looking forward to winter break. I'll just use my memory as a time machine; it will be the beginning of winter break, and this very moment will seem like just a second ago. Alright, that's all for now... Adios.
 
 
Image of the Day

These skeletons were on sale at CVS for thirty-five cents... I originally bought just one, but I decided to leave it in the diner holding the tip for our server. I figured no one would buy the other nine skeletons, and then they'd get thrown out, so I bought all of them... and made this beautiful scene with Larrold and the Mildster.


Quote of the Day - Robert Southey

"No distance or place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth."
 
November 10, 2003 - larry is a dancin' fool
"I drove more than 550 miles this weekend... that's like 2.2% of the Earth's circumference." How did I use that as my opening line yesterday and not think it was nerdy?? I'm half trying to finish my homework right now, so this won't be a very long update, plus I think people should read the excerpt of the day, and I don't want to bore y'all with meaningless drivel up here. So yeah, I'm off! Enjoy your days!
 
 
Image of the Day

Larry busting a move this weekend at Brian's. (Actually, he was just getting up, but I thought it looked like he was doing a sweet dance move.)


An Excerpt About Depression  - from Undercurrents: A Life Beneath the Surface, by Martha Manning

    "I am sick of having to tiptoe around you all the time. I am trying to help you and all I get is your anger. I don't deserve it," he tells me.
    I know he's right, but I still feel angry at him. I start to cry, out of a combination of frustration and guilt. I realize that I am sick of his help, of continually feeling like a patient with my own husband. I tell him, "I don't want you to help me. I want you to be with me."
    He looks at me like he has no comprehension of the difference between those things.
    "I don't need a therapist-in-residence," I say. "I need a husband."
    "I'm not trying to be your therapist," he replies. "What do you want from me?"
    "When I tell you how lousy I feel, I don't want to run down my medications with you, I don't want to have to answer your questions, to try to put it all into words. I don't want to listen to a pep talk, or a list of suggestions."
    "Then what the hell do you want?" he demands.
    "Just hold me. Sit with me. Put your arm around me. Listen as I struggle to tell you what it feels like, without thinking you have to tie it all up in some cohesive clinical bundle. I don't expect you to make this better. I know you can't. But I think you can feel that if you just try hard enough, that you can." We drive a few blocks in silence.
    He says, "Y'know, Marth, this is hard on me too.... I see you slipping and I am scared.... I'm losing you, and nothing I try brings you back."
    In our first agreement of the morning, I admit, "I know."
 
November 11, 2003 - eleven eleven
So I just spent most of my day writing a paper on Isaac Newton's use of natural logs. Now, it was only the rough draft... but once I finish the final draft, maybe I'll post it on here (if you're lucky). Anyway, my story of the day... Steve had an early class today, so he got up around 7 as usual, and went to take his shower. To my surprise, he came back into the room not more than a minute after he came in. I figured he'd forgot something. Nope, not the case. Apparently, the new thing to do around campus is detatch shower stall doors... That is, we have separate showers, each with their own door (pretty much just like a bathroom stall)... well, that is, we USUALLY have separate shower doors. Today we had no shower doors. But alas, we just spent the day showerless. The doors are fixed now, but I'm not sure what to expect when I awake tomorrow morning.
 
  
Image of the Day

This one was sent to me by Brian-O (or if you'd prefer, Brian O.).


Quote of the Day  - Frances Willard

"The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum."
 
November 12, 2003 - Gumby's Big Hump Day, rated PG
 Ah yes, good ol' hump day.... no, not that kind of hump. Wednesday comes along right in the middle of the week to tell you, "Hey buddy, tomorrow's Thursday... and you know what Thursday is? Almost Friday. And Friday means it's almost the weekend!" So yes, I am glad it's almost the weekend. As Larry mentioned before, it's weird to not be seeing Brian or Ashley this weekend... we've seen at least one of them for like the past several weekends. Alas, it's now the three compadres, Larry, Joe, and myself. I think we may hit up the Chrisman and see what that gang is doing... you know, get back to our roots. Also, Larry and I (and possibly anyone else who wants to come) are gonna go to Best Buy so I can pull a Larry (sorry for the incessant repitition of Larry's name) and buy like 74,000 CDs. Man, this update was so interesting that I should consider publishing it as a children's novel, and in turn it can be made into a feature-length film, complete with claymation.
 

Image of the Day
(via Jay Leno...well, not personally)

"All frankincense and myrrh must go!"


Short Conversation from a book I recently finished reading of the Day  - Another Roadside Attraction

    "The last time I was on a Mexican beach, som guy stole my transistor radio," sighed Amanda.
    "Why, that's a dirty shame," I sympathized.
    "Oh, it was all right," she said. "He took the radio but he left the music."