Sunday, November 27, 2005

Happy New Year!

*blank stares*





Advent?





Liturgical year?






Come on guys, you know what I'm talking about. :)

Saturday, November 26, 2005

I Give Up On Dominics

Well, in my last post, I ruffled a few feathers by saying that all my friends were dating. Sheila pointed out, that it could be said that I was also dating. I told her it was true, as we had often made many jokes last semester about me going on ‘dates.’ I told her the reason I wasn’t quite so sure I wanted to think about my Boyfriend, because since about the end of the summer, I was getting sicker and I figured we wouldn’t be getting married for quite some time. And as time had gone on, I’d begun to wonder if He wanted to get married at all. When I went home for a month and to the Mayo, I began to worry. When I came back, though, I thought maybe there was still hope for this to work out. I figured it’d just be postponed until I got better. Unfortunately no one knows when that’ll be, and I’ve ‘gotten better’ a few times now, so I really don’t know when that’ll actually stick. I called Sr. Alma Marie today and gave her the scoop. Well, it looks like He just wants to be friends. How did I know that was coming? Oh right, the being sick.

So now the only reason the White Phantom will be white, is because she is very pale, not because she will have a lovely white habit. Granted, she didn’t give me a definite, 100% for sure no. But that was only because Mother General wasn’t in. *sigh* I kind of don’t know what to do with myself right now. (I should be writing a Bersnak paper.) *light bulb* Never mind.

But in all seriousness, this is so weird. It’s kind of like a breakup that I’ve been quasi expecting for months now. I called my mom and cried at her. Isn’t it wonderful how mothers can make things all better just by listening? Well, maybe not all the time, but I think it actually happens more than people think.

Other than this, Thanksgiving has be been wonderful. MB’s family is GREAT. I love them lots and lots and lots. I hope y’all have had a wonderful Thanksgiving as well. I suppose everyone went home except for Quia, Jericho, and I. Oh well.

Oh, and my last post was merely an observation of the universal. It was not, I repeat, not directed at anyone in particular (even the people mentioned), so if you thought I was complaining about you and yours: get over it.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

The Return of the Peach

Happy Thanksgiving, you guys and gals!

Yes, I have returned to blog once more. I have thought about many a great deal of things. I am working on a post, a grand post, and when I've posted it, I am going to go back into obscurity and renew my life, and then you can try to get to know me. As part of my renewal, I shall be winter camping, which I have missed. This Peach is going to commune with the outdoors again. Besides that, I shall write down that drama that I've always wanted to, read French poetry, and translate Latin from Cicero. There are also a number of fictional works I've wanted to read. I'll make time for that as well.

Anyway, I'm tired. I'll start writing my post now in my notebook. I think it's rather important, especially since it follows upon one of the very last posts I did on the 8'oc. Well, God bless, and everyone have a restful and happy Thanksgiving. It couldn't have come at a more needed time.

In Christ,
Peachy

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

HappyThanksgiving


I know its early, but I had some free time. It's not too early to wish everyone a good break however.

God Bless

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Springtime for Hitler

It’s definitely fall and Hitler is definitely not taking over, but couples have. Following the philosophy of Fr. O’K, people should be coupling up in the spring (hence the springtime part.) But I guess they just can’t wait. To be fair, it’s really not everyone, just the sophomores. It makes sense that they are coupling up now, we’ve all known each other for about a year and half now. We’ve all gone through tests, papers, finals, dances, dorm life, breaks, and friend problems together. Everyone’s finally comfortable enough with that ‘other person’ to either date or notdate* them. What is notdating, you may ask. It is a phenomenon usually found at Christendom (or your local junior high.) It’s when two people spend almost all (or all) of their time together and no guy in his right mind would ask the girl out for fear of what her notboyfriend would do to him. But when asked, the couple (notcouple?) vehemently deny any form of datage. Whatever.

As I was walking back from the library, I was thinking about one of my girlfriends (who will remain nameless. . . *quack, quack*) and her notboyfriend and my other girlfriend and her boyfriend who is fuzzy (I think I can say that). I was deep in thought, but then I noticed a couple in front of me and realized that over the weekend, I’d been seeing them be more of a couple and pondered exactly when that happened. That set off a chain of events. All of my really good girlfriends are going out with someone (or notdating). Wait a minute! Praise be! There is one sane person left, my fellow Dominican friend whom I will be spending a lovely Thanksgiving with. And most of my guy friends are either dating or notdating (mostly with the aforementioned girls.) That’s when I realized that there are only three members of this blog that are unattached (save Tokyo. Sorry Tok, you never blog.) But my guy friends who are dating (or notdating) have another good guy friend who either they room with or live right across the deck from each other and are always together. I don’t want to say that they are couples, because that's just not right and totally not true. (Don’t hurt me, please.) Oh I better stop talking.

Anyway, it just feels like Cupid has taken over the sophomore class (that’s the Hitler part, I guess.) Now by rights, I can’t complain. I’ve said many times that it just wouldn’t do to have nunnish thoughts and a guy. That would just be bad. So why am I complaining?

Maybe my problem is my girlfriends are too pretty. Seriously, they’re all really good looking girls. (Here, Quia, hold still, I’m just going to put some pepper on your face. . . No Carducci, I don’t know who drew a mustache on your face with permanent marker. . . Don’t worry, Jericho, your eyebrows will grow back. . . Laura-friend I don’t know what you’re talking about, your hair isn’t purple. . . PBJ Girl, what do you mean someone cut your hair all lawnmower like. . . Fitz, do you mean to tell me that someone put ink in your tea. . . ) Okay, maybe that’s not the answer. But it’d be funny!

I think I need to find a good girlfriend WHO REALLY ISN’T NOR WILL BE DATING ANYONE. *frustrated sigh* So consider this an application. Requirements for being The WP’s single friend: First of all, you must be single and plan on staying so. Entering into a dating or notdating relationship will void the contract. (Social contract?) Second, you must be a girl, preferably a sophomore or junior. Freshman aren’t dating because they are freshman and I don’t want to go through the trouble of finding a new friend next year when my freshman friend, now sophomoric, falls for the guy of her dreams. And seniors will be gone by the end of the year, thus needing to redo this next year, also. Thirdly, you can’t be a girl who spends all her time in her room or at the library studying. No, you must be able to have fun. Having fun is essential. You must also be friends with my stupid friends and their significant others. Please leave applications in comment section. Thank you for taking the time to fill this out.

It is now time for me to write my theology paper. Maybe if I spent more time on my homework and less on what my friends are doing, things would go more smoothly all around. So I’m going to stop whining and start being productive.

* Emily G, Nun Run, 2005. All other references to notdating in this post should darn well consider themselves cited.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

So, now the Hobbit is back, and the Shire is praising.
I'm here, and the fire is starting.
So I'm not sure who will read this, but hello to those who do,
I'd just like to say to Jenne, that all of us love you.

Sorry, it was improvised. Oh well.

Welcome back Jenne.

Homecomings

So, now the Hobbit is back, and the Shire is praising.
I'm here, and the fire is starting.
So I'm not sure who will read this, but hello to those who do,
I'd just like to say to Jenne, that all of us love you.

Sorry, it was improvised. Oh well.

Welcome back Jenne.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

The Joe's Dungeon report.

What news is there in the basement of St. Joe's? Well its the same news that has rocked the enirety of St. Joe's dormitory for the past week. That's right; you guessed it; the fire alarm is broken. It went of at least eight times last night and several times last afternoon and the afternoon before that. It is probably going off right now as I type. Dr. Marshner's class was standing outside of the dorm when I got back from breakfast (Ricks's class was cancelled). They seriously thought that there was a fire goning on inside until Matthew and I waltzed right in complaining that the broken alarm kept interupting our sleep.

How many more days till we become so innocuated by the alarms that a real fire will fail to be noticed? Till we die in our beds because we thought that the alarm was only acting up for the ninth time that night? God only knows.

(We smelled something burning yesterday but that only turned out to be Nick playing with his lighter. Strange that that didn't set of the alarm...)

God Bless and pray for the lives (and sleep) of the people in St. Joes's dormitory.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

What A Weird Day or Watch Out For Stop-Sign-Shaped-Sky-Coulored-Falling Objects

Well, in my last post I claimed that I was feeling more surreal than I ever had before bar the ACT, but I have to say last night and today came pretty darn close. This last week or so, I've been getting increasingly nervous about my upcoming Mayo visit. What if it's untreatable? What if it's chronic? What if it's fatal? What if it makes my teeth red? Some of the things I was tested for were, uh, unpleasant. I definitely had a big case of the 'what ifs.' As time went by, I was getting harder and harder to live with. I was, as Bob puts it, 'Grumpy Gills.' (Ah, the joys of having a mother in love with Finding Nemo.) We got into Rochester at about midnight thirty, but didn't get to sleep for hours. I was wound up tighter than a tick. (That saying is so dumb, how do you wind a tick?) So I watched Two Towerssess. (They only logical thing to do, of course.) Bob read about adrenal tumors. Finally today came. I had an appointment this morning with an ENT doc who told me my inner ear was fine. (I knew that!) Then this afternoon it was back to neurology. Not only did I have good ol' Dr. Drubach, but a resident who went to UVA for awhile. (He and I compared notes on Virginia. *soft sappy music playing* He was really. . . nice. *record screeches* Whoa, back to reality.)
So we went through all the test while I'm not really breathing as thoughts of cancer and neuro-muscular diseases dance through my head. (I want the sugar plums back!) But all my tests came back normal, except the MRI of my neck. Get this, I have arthritis. (I knew I was getting old!) It's not bad, though, and he said I probably don't even notice it. (Yes, when the room is spinning, I'm not really thinking about the pain in my neck.) But seriously, if he hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known. *shrug* Anyway, so Dr. D. said that most likely the encephalitis caused something to go haywire and it should right itself. He said he checked for all sorts of permanent diseases and anything that would be dangerous. (read: I can breathe!) He said that it happens very often that neurological things happen and no one ever figures out exactly why or what. (Comforting.) So I'm good to go. Hich thinks I need to name whatever I have. He offered some suggestions, but I'm open to others. Any ideas? :P
Bob and I were so excited we went to Perkins and got Cherry Cokes (well, we actually got supper, too, but Cherry Cokes at Perkins is a Que? tradition.) Then we went to Chicken Little. Funny movie! The movie theatre was almost completely empty, so Bob and I were very loud and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.
So today I ran almost completely on nerves and adrenaline. After this, finals week won't be so bad. :)
And to top it all off, today's my 19 and 1/2 birthday. *shaking head and smiling* What a sense of humor.

Catching up and such...

So, this is how life is. It's so much better than ever could have been imagined. I am at peace. Such peace. Woah... More later, libraries closing. ;)

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

So Long And Thanks For All The Fish

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*shaking head vigorously* Waaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow, I'm not sure I can really form intelligent wordage right now. Really, I think I'm as incompetent and the mice think I am. I just don't understand anymore. I don't even know what I don't know. I feel like I just saw Darwin and Descartes morph into one person by means of a Terry Pratchett book. Granted, I've never actually read a Terry Pratchett book, but I've had them described to me in fairly great detail. Or maybe just some detail. Actually, it was probably just a basic plot summary. But that's what I thought of! Anyway, I started watching The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, because I'd just finished a boatload of Latin homework/studying for a Latin test and was feeling a bit burned out. I thought, ya know, a strange funny sci fiish movie might be just what I need. I have to say, I feel 1,000 times more random right now than I have ever felt after studying for midterms, finals, other really important things, and working in the library put together! Except for the ACT, yea, that was worse. Other than that, life is going pretty well. Nothing terribly new around here. The cat coughed up a hair ball the other day. That was good, because before she was puking at will and that was bad. (She puked on me one day.) Bob and I've got the reorganizing bug, so the house looks like, well, a small house that has a college student and a single working mother and random pets who have decided to move things around but haven't really gotten to putting them back. And there is pineapple.