U of I vs U of I…. and U of I won.
Now, it was hard for me to hear the drunk girl across the aisle screaming “Iowa fucking sucks!”, but I Zenned my way through the game.
Because when I go the a UI/UI game, no matter who wins, I’m happy.
Click on the image for a Flickr set full of orange – including GSLIS’s own Lisa and Tiffany.
Note the homemade “U of I” shirt – tonight’s matchup is the University of Illinois versus the University of Iowa. I was told in no uncertain terms that I will never EVER be wearing Illini gear home (a threatening, but loving uncle informed me) so I made this shirt.
Apparently, everyone on the Illini side wears orange, and you feel like a leper if you don’t follow suit. I’ll be rocking my vague but awesome teeshirt.
Early last week:
Middle of last week:
Friday, before 502 lecture:
Last night:
I think she left it here for me to finish… I’ll have to sift through the pile of Pocky wrappers, sangria-stickied wine glasses, and A- papers to find it.
I’m so freaking excited, and I know how much the Heavy Metal Librarian will love this.
I dreamed of zombies. I DID! There were zombies, like in allllll the movies. I was safe inside, but navigating between points ( because we had to leave, of course) was tricky due to the undead. So here’s what I’ve learned in my dream (because real-life practice is hard to get in these parts):
There’s a tipping point – where there are enough zombies that you can’t slip inbetween them without them catching ahold of your hair or jean jacket. That’s when you’re in trouble.
Being in a zombie situation is much like playing football. You can kind of shoulder into them as you go by, and it puts them off balance. So it was like trying to find the widest spaces between them, and then barreling through. I didn’t stiff-arm any of them, but giving them a good hard shove with my shoulder really worked well.
Bones are brittle, yo. I could grab a zombie by the head, yank down, and their spines would give out – meaning they would kind of fold over just below the shoulders. This put the head in stomping range. (I don’t know how well this really works – I can’t describe it accurately and it was a dream, after all.)
Ahhhhh! Look out! It’s the Two Headed Monster from Sesame Street!!!
So I had this amazing idea today as I was walking to the Chemistry Library. I had my digital camera in my pocket, and I was thinking about what pictures I could take, and for what purpose. Then, it hit me.
I should take pictures of all of the places I go during my weekly routine. Then, I should make a Mappr of my schedule. You could go down the list : Monday, I go to the main library to the conservation library (insert hot picture of Jennifer Teper with some glue here), then I go to class at GSLIS (insert image of me telling a story). Tuesday, I go to my undergrad Spanish class (picture here sullen undergrads who are too cool for school), then the Chem Library (insert hottt picture of me all sweaty in the overheated back room).
Who would want to look at this? I mean, besides scary stalkers who want to use my MySpace profile to hunt me down and kill me?
My grandmother. That’s who I was thinking would like this. Maybe I can make one that only she can see. That way all y’all creeps who lurk the outsideCat won’t have your dinner served on a silver platter.
Welcome to the 2006 Winter Knitting Olympics!
First up, after the incredibly elaborate and tangled opening ceremonies (watch out for that llama! it’s after the angora rabbits!) is my event: Snowball’s Chance in Hell.
I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. I’m so ready. I didn’t have a chance to even swatch (aka: stretch and run a practice lap) so I began this morning in LIS502. I would appreciate any and all help – be it emotional, technical, or chocolatal.
Ok, noting the muffin top, perhaps it’s wisest to not be supportive in the chocolative department. SHANE.
Huppy birthday to ME. I had a grand old time this week. Jason came home from Finland, Lena came to visit from Iowa City, and there was a great many friends together last night to play games at Moonstruck.
I was too tired to digitally capture the moment. I was not too tired to eat chocolate cake and open a big shiny box (filled with Pocky!)
I got a birthday haircut, and I’m parting it on the SIDE now. Make a note of it.
1. Finish Joan Bauer’s Rules of the Road (for YA Lit).
2. Sleep
3. Wake up
4. Dasayuna
5. Take shower
6. Put on pretty pretty princess birthday outfit.
7. Have fabulous birthday lunch with Ryan.
8. Read Child of the Owl in the sunshine (for YA Lit).
9. Get great birthday haircut that doesn’t make me cry or look like a newscaster.
Oh, and I get till 3:30 pm, because that’s when I met the world.
That’s a lot of stuff to cross off the list. I wonder if I’ll get everything done. I should also come up with a list of things to do during the 27th year.
And this is why Allison Darling Lyman is my best friend.
And now you all know that Sunday Kofax is my hired killer name. Thanks,
Babs.
I thought you might (ok,
I thought I might) enjoy a brief history of myself (as seen from the photographs Lena has scanned in).
You may notice the work gloves I have on. I secretly want to be a farmer.
Mom made that coat – notice the fine ducky buttons.
I was going to say that this was during my awkward phase, but really, I think 1993 was a bad year for fashion in general. Our glasses could collectively make a telescope strong enough to view space litter. That photograph, right there, marks the last time I studied Spanish (until this semester).
1. Finish Joan Bauer’s Rules of the Road (for YA Lit).
2. Sleep
3. Wake up
4. Dasayuna
5. Take shower
6. Put on pretty pretty princess birthday outfit.
7. Have fabulous birthday lunch with Ryan.
8. Read Child of the Owl in the sunshine (for YA Lit).
9. Get great birthday haircut that doesn’t make me cry or look like a newscaster.
Oh, and I get till 3:30 pm, because that’s when I met the world.
That’s a lot of stuff to cross off the list. I wonder if I’ll get everything done. I should also come up with a list of things to do during the 27th year.
And this is why Allison Darling Lyman is my best friend.
And now you all know that Sunday Kofax is my hired killer name. Thanks,
Babs.
