Friday, October 30, 2009

One of my favorite things said (yelled) at the Florida game:
Does Arkansas need a shave? Cause you got some razors on your back!

There was also a pretty funny sign of a hairy armpit that read, "Give Arkansas their razors back."

Pretty clever, them gators. But Arkansas has a better fight song, so there.
And then four days later, this is what my pumpkin looked like:

EWWW! It grosses me out just thinking about it. (And for the record, Tim's pumpkin did NOT do this.) Look at that hairy mold!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

I place I would not want to send my kids: A dorm with a color scheme that I would not like to live in:

4th Annual:






Sunday, October 11, 2009

Tim, after trying to make it down the aisle at church this morning:

"I've never been cut off by so many old people."

Also, we were laughing today because at the church we've been going to, we sing out of hymnals. Now, in the Methodist church this means singing the first, second, and last verse of the hymn. According to Tim, in the Baptist church this means singing just the first and the last verse. But in this Presbyterian church, it means not only singing all four or five verses that accompany the music, but also the two or three verses printed below the music lines. Every single time. That's serious hymn singing.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

When my mom took me to open my first bank account when I was little, the banker asked what I was going to use the money to do. I responded, "I'm going to start a pig farm." I've always had a bizarre attraction to pigs as pets. People are finally coming to realize how wonderful they can be, hence the animal I want just a little less than I want a dog (which is an extreme amount).

http://www.myfoxillinois.com/dpp/news/dpgo_Slideshow_Teacup_Micro_Pigs_fc_20091009_3957722

Tim isn't convinced.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

About a week ago, our handheld vacuum cleaner fell off the shelf, and in doing so, turned itself on in the middle of the night. We awoke to the sound of our vacuum cleaner running. Talk about middle-of-the-night confusion.

Then last night, small baskets of my clothes fell off their rack. I mean, what is the deal? Does gravity become heavier in our apartment between the hours of 1-6 a.m.?

Monday, October 5, 2009

I have to say, I really like the maintenance man at our apartment. Well, there are several, but in particular I like the one that appears to be in his 20's. Brad. He takes little kids around on golf cart rides on Sunday morning, he always has a smile on his face, and he likes to talk about scuba diving. So, when he invited Tim and I to see his show, we went.

His show was something that he was DJing. His partner, a slightly older looking black man, rapped. The best word to describe the show was psychedelic, or what Cyntury (the name of the rapper, Brad was Agent B) would want me to say, it was phantasmagoric. As Cyntury spit out his tunes in his all white track suit and moon shoes, Brad, in his suit and headphones, keyed up the visuals. These consisted of movie clips, original pictures, science fiction landscapes, and moments that looked like a crazy screen saver. The visuals were definitely a cool experience.

The only problem was, many of the songs involved getting high or having sex, both in space, which apparently you had to have been high to fully enjoy.
I noticed about a week ago I was furrowing my eyebrows in class. This might seem like an academic thing to do, but the thing is, I can't stop. I mentioned it to Tim, and he even said he's noticed it lately. I can't have a thought without furrowing my eyebrow. I was furrowing my eyebrows just then. I'm going to get wrinkles by the age of 26.

I feel like this is the same as the grinding the teeth business. I can't will my body to stop, which leads me to my age old question: Why can't we tell what's going on in our bodies? It seems I should be able to have control over not grinding my teeth. People have to go to the doctor to find out if something is broken, if she is pregnant, if there is a growth forming inside. It just seems unfair a doctor can know before the person whose body is in question can know. Isn't that crazy? I guess God knew humans were going to be control freaks.

This picture was taken before we were dating, by the way.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

In my book design class, I'm putting together a zine. Since I'm not a poet, and I don't have any other short bits of writing I wish to "publish," I've decided to write a love letter to Fayetteville.

That makes me curious - what is your favorite place in Fayetteville?

And thanks to Virginia for this:

http://fraseprotection.com/