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so, apparently I'm having blogging trouble. I've been reading up on my ancient Greek history and I stumbled across the claim by Protagoras given below. What he is referring to, of course, is that human law and morality are simply a matter of convention to be determined and mandated by the people of a democratic society, rather than having some innate and absolute value in something other than the human mind. What say you to this notion? I'm feeling philosophical at the moment, which often happens after I work out, so I hope to be both more philosophical and more toned in the future. :)
On an entirely different note, some guy just walked by my dorm door and let out a huge belch. What is it that makes people think that being that disgusting is ok? The girl with him let out this twittery little giggle and, by virtue of her stupidity, affirmed his nastiness. I, for one, don't feel like standing for this, but I also don't feel like going and finding the perpetrators, seeing as they walked by about 3 minutes ago by now and could be anywhere. There now, wasn't that inspired....
Gonna go check on my flies! I have to start killing and counting them tonight, I hope I can handle the violence... *wry face*
Current desktop image: The cover to the latest Simon and Garfunkel album covering their Old Friends tour (*cry*)
Biggest desire at this moment: to sit in a hot tub for a few hours with good friends and good conversation, and a great body to look nice in a cute bikini. Actually, I made the last part up.

Man is the measure of all things?

D-O-R-D-T

Sooo, I'm happy right now. First off, this week had the potential to be just about the worst ever, and it came off really well. In fact I think I really nailed my genetics test today, and it made me grin like an idiot at everyone I saw. If I'm not careful, people might get the impression I'm friendly...
Then, after that, I watched The Magnificent Seven, the finest Western of all time, while crocheting a scarf for a friend, BECAUSE I COULD!!! Wonderfuls! It makes me smile just to think of it.
Then, after that, I went to the Dordt Choral Concert, which was a bittersweet experience. Bitter because I really wished that I could have been up there (bloody Ed Psych...), but sweet because the concert was WONDERFUL, even though Kornelis got contacts and looks kind of funny. And the back of his head looks Real funny. I'm going to start with Germanic capitalization Now. But there was a men's Choral number that sang about the Old mink farm (aka Dordt), written by Kornelis, which made me laugh so Hard I cried. It made me really lonely for Chorale, and writing Poems for teacher evaluations, and giggling with Stephenie, and being really Crabby at whiny girls sitting behind Us. Sighhhhhhh........................ *melancholy setting in* Except I forgot I'm in a good Mood. So, I'm going to go eat Ice cream with Erin!
Current desktop image: a kitty telling me I have b.o., from my roommate....
Biggest desire at this moment: to have an operatic soprano vocal capacity. And celery with peanut butter.

D-O-R-D-T

What the heck's a follicle-stimulating hormone...?

I'm a little loopy from staying up late studying for a human anatomy test that covers the entire endocrine and circulatory systems, and there's about everything to know about both of them. So yeah, feeling weird and tired but not tired at all. What a nearly metaphysical, but actually just kind of stupid statement....
So, one time........in Genetics lab........I had to pull heads off of fly larvae/grubs and look for salivary glands, all to no end because only one guy found what we were looking for. I think the prof liked watching me nearly break into tears from being grossed out and frustrated because their heads wouldn't come off.... I know the TA was having a good time. Yeah, then the irony was that it was pasta night in the commons. I most definitely had a pork patty, which isn't much better, but at least doesn't look like grubs, especially when served with ketchup and a dry martini.
For your listening and viewing (dis)pleasure, here's something that's going around Dordt. It's pretty awful, but at the same time, I kind of like it.
http://www.users.muohio.edu/miyamadm/book(hi).wmv
Let me know what you think.
Current desktop image: a population of Sundews, an insectivorous plant (meaning it eats bugs)
Biggest desire at this moment: to have someone with whom to throw a football around. And a nice, sunny, warm field in which to throw around. But not too warm, because then I'd get hot, and turn pink. I hate turning pink.

San Jo?!?!?

Tonight, I'm going to let a friend do my speaking for me. So ladies and gentlemen, here's Rosie Grantham:


Hello, I am dirty
You are sometimes dirty
And have funny feet
And you’re welcome to come over and eat chicen and rike and korn medely

^ a poem she wrote at 12:30 last night in my room, I enjoyed it very much, and I hope you do too.
Current desktop image: mmmm, 98 Degrees..... (all in white sweaters, ahahahahaha!)
Biggest desire at this moment: to see In Good Company

mmmm, tasties

WARNING TO MY MALE READERS: This post contains information of a particularly feminine nature. Of course this will make you all the more curious to read it, but don't say I didn't warn you.
I missed three classes (one featuring a quiz and another a test), voice lessons and voice practice, and my chance to eat lunch today because during Genetics my period hit me so hard I nearly fell out of my chair. But as that would have excited too much confusion, I managed to stay upright and not shake so badly my desk squeaked until the prof released the class, then ran to the bathroom and spent an hour throwing up and all the other lovelies that come with intense cramping. For those of you who don't have this problem, you are blessed. For those of you who wish I'd never told you I had this problem......get over it. :) I realize the alternative of being unable to bear children is a very sad one, and so I don't wish the malady of menstruation away, but I do wish it was milder. Yep, that's my story. Tell me what you thought of it!
Current desktop image: The lead singer from The Streets in front of a dumpster
Biggest desire at this moment: instantaneous pain relief

St Elmo's Fire

Yeah, I'm probably breaking with the tradition of most single people of my age on this day in saying that I really do like Valentine's Day. True, it's terribly commercialized, as are any and all holidays, but I am not anti-love and affection, as are many (especially single girls I know). Now this is silly to me. Just because you don't have someone to make out with tonight is no reason to hate the holiday and everyone who is making out tonight! Last year, I did have a reason to celebrate Valentine's Day, and I enjoyed very much putting time and care into showing someone that I loved him. I don't have a boyfriend this year, but I can still appreciate those who use this opportunity to tell people they love them, and I have in fact made valentines for many of my friends, to let them know I care. So to those of you who wore all black today, or green, pretending it was St. Patrick's Day, I say get over your lonely, pathetic lives and let other people live! I had to, and it's turned out ok for me, so far. I even got a valentine from my Dad today, so it's all good! If for no other reason, enjoy the extra candy that's floating around today and the next few days as people try to get rid of it.
Hahaha, not really in keeping with my ramble above, I liked what my Educational Psychology prof said about Valentine's Day, that the flowers that are given are in fact dead when you get them, and all chocolate does is make you fat and pimply. Then, today he confided in us that he completely forgot that today was Valentine's Day until about lunchtime, and knows that he will spend the night on the couch for his negligence. Ahhh, poor Elgersma......
Time for a random aphorism:
"When one is polite in German, one lies" - Goethe
Current desktop image: the croquet set that could have been mine, except now I have a new one from Renee', so it's ok! :)
Biggest desire at this moment: a hot shower

Penitence

No, sorry Steph, I can't blame Lent for keeping me from blogging! I can, however, blame.........Nathan Pasma. Last night was Dordt's Talext EXTRAVAGANZA (a word which, in my mind, can never be written in anything but all caps and large script size), and it was the greatest. Everyone dressed up like they were hot, because it was supposed to be like the Grammys or something, so I got into my sexies and went to watch amazing performances by Rosie Grantham and two of my future roommates (the talent show dance from Donnie Darko), Ethan Koerner (some crazy cool guitar thing, and I confess I think he's sexy - yes I know he's engaged), and Mike Elders (he ate a banana to the theme song from 2001: A Space Oddyssey). There were other performers too, but they weren't worth mentioning, which means of course that the lousy judges didn't choose anything of my picks, other than Ethan's song, as worthy of winning prizes. But I still had a good time, and laughed a lot, and adjusted my slip a lot. It was a good reminder to me of why I never bother looking good for anyone. :)
I wrote a paper on my political ideologies yesterday for my political studies class, it's real confusing, but definitely not pro-Bush, when it comes down to it. In fact, it's pretty much anti-the-American-governmental-system-as-it-exists-today. Yeah, I really want to go back to 1783, when the Constitution was released. If people want to volunteer, there can even be slaves again. We got it mostly right the first time, so I dunno why people felt they had to get all Fascist/Socialist on the system. Sheesh......If I ran things, they'd be different.........
On a similar note, read some Jim Wallis sometime, it'd be good for you. If you disagree with him, at least you'll better understand that with which you disagree. Observe my extremely good grammar in that last sentence, and tremble at my magnificence.
I want pie.
Current desktop image: The Darkness (oh yeah....)
Biggest desire at this moment: well, pie, I guess. Raspberry, with LOTS of Cool Whip. Or Redi Whip, even better. mmmmmmmmmm

Good morning, Starshine!

You ever had one of those days where you wake up and the air seems to sparkle with opportunity and excitement? You know that no matter what, even if you have two tests and a huge game that day, that nothing can go wrong or dampen your mood. Even the hideous looks beautiful, in its own way, and those things that are beautiful become immaculately so. You know those days?

Me neither. But on a brighter note, I do have a human anatomy quiz on the heart today, which I just might be prepared for. At times such as this, I usually have some clever adage to pass on, but not today. Sorry for wasting your time with this post! :)

Cristos me ama

I went to a church in town today called Amistad Cristiana, an all-Spanish speaking church, to show support for an artsy friend of mine who went to celebrate the dedication of some banners she and her painting class made for the church, and also because I need a cross-cultural experience for my multicultural issues in education class. I had a good time, especially since I elected to forgoe the translating earpiece and just try my hand at understanding Spanish spoken by a native speaker at an exceptionally rapid pace. I did ok, I think. Surprisingly, a lot of my high school Spanish came back, being prompted by this immersion. So that was fun, even though we got there a little after 3 and the service wasn't over until going on 5:30. But I wasn't too wiggly, I don't think, and no one had to pinch me and tell me to be quiet, or anything.
I suppose I should remark on the Super Bowl. Not much to say, except that I did actually see a good part of it, which was new for me. Usually I'm at church, smugly thinking nasty thoughts about those who skipped to watch a silly football game. And thinking even nastier thoughts about the posers who watch the game just for the commercials. *GRRRRRR* You people are a disgrace to the name of sports. I was sorta rooting for the Eagles, but as the game came to an end, decided that I really didn't care because the NFL, while not quite as bad as the NBA, is still an overblown and commercialized ego festival, and so many people can cheer for teams without knowing a single thing about the wonderful game of football. Why pretend to like it if you don't? Makes no sense to me. At least you're honest.... That wasn't a terribly heartfelt rant, but it sort of got my feelings across.
Current desktop image: U2 on the tarmac at Heathrow (maybe?) Airport
Biggest desire at this moment: to someday have children as precious at Teddy Bruschi's

Corndog melodies....

I made a friend with a fu manchu today.