It's taken me this long to learn how to post pictures. That's really rather sad. All I had to do was click on the help tab and then type in 'posting pictures' and voila, I would have had pictures. If only I had figured out how to do this two months ago. Oh well, such is life.
That is a photograph of my dog and I at the beach over break. Zoe loves to go to the beach. She will run in the water and start lapping it up and then a wave will hit her in the face and she will run onto dry land only to go back and repeat this little routine over and over. I love the beach too, but not when the temperature is sub-zero.
Sorry this post is sort of short. It was really more an an experiment in picture posting, plus I have to go to art history.
And that's how Clara C's it.
This is my first blog post from home! That's right, I'M HOME! Sound the alarms, ring out the bells, sing out the songs of joy! It is very bizarre to be home. Things haven't changed a bit. I mean, some people down the street cut a tree down and one of the houses in the village has been painted black (black? who knows), but other than that it is wonderful, simply wonderful! It's perfect. Zoe was happy to see me. And she remembered me. It was wonderful.
I went to see Harry Potter with best friend Jenny and the gang. Jenny burst in the door and picked me up when she saw me. The family laughed and said that they weren't even that excited to see me. Then we went to see Harry Potter and I only cried a little bit this time. It was a wonderful way to spend my Tuesday night.
Then on Wednesday I got up and went to breakfast with the one and only Jeffery Grant Baker and Miss Jenny Kalejs. I don't eat breakfast when I am at school so it was very nice to sit down and eat my huevos rancheros and drink my coffee and relax. The only not nice thing is that I had to pay for Jenny's breakfast. I mean really. Who is the poor college student in this relationship? Not Jenny. Later in the afternoon I got a haircut. I love getting my haircut. Sometimes I have to fight not to fall asleep while they are washing my hair. I know that sounds weird, but I don't care. It feels nice to have someone massaging my scalp. Plus I was tired. But I shouldn't have to defend myself. Wednesday was also Emma's birthday so that was very exciting. Her birthday present was a plane ticket home to see her family and we were happy to be together. I've missed my big sister. That's not to say I haven't missed Hannah, but I see Hannah a lot more than I see Emma. Plus Emma can't come home for Christmas because she has to work. But the way I see it is that it's a sacrifice that has to be made when you decide you want to be a nurse. Still, we will miss her.
I played two games of cribbage this weekend. Whenever I play cribbage I feel like a little old lady. It's a fun game though. I played once with my mother and once with my father. The object of the game is to get points by having pairs of cards or cards that add up to fifteen or flushes or runs of three or four and so on. You have this funny little peg board that you use for scoring except my problem is sometimes i can't remember if I'm going backwards or forwards and so I deduct points when they should have been added. I think that's why my dad creamed me. That or I suck at cribbage, which might actually be the case. It's because I can't add. I thought that nine and seven added up to fifteen. My lack of math skills really can be a curse.
I had to bring an extra duffle back to school with me because I brought back so many books. I love to read. I've loved to read since I was a very small child. I remember I was four (maybe five) and I was laying on my living room floor looking at the pictures in a book and all of a sudden I realized that I knew what the words meant. My favorite book when I was small was called "Tacky the Penguin". It was about a penguin that managed to save the other penguins because he was so bad mannered and he was terrible and singing and did cannonballs and wore terrible Hawaiian shirts. I brought six books back with me. I wanted to bring more, but they wouldn't fit in my backpack. My mom doesn't think that I need so many books at school, but I like to have them. Books are like my security blanket.
Thanksgiving was wonderful, as anticipated. I ate until I could eat no more, then I waited an hour and ate some more. It was fantastic. I love Thanksgiving. I think that it's a great holiday, not only because of the food, but because at Thanksgiving it isn't about anything more than being with people you love and giving thanks for what you have. Christmas isn't supposed to be about presents, but for a lot of people it is, and that takes away from the value of Christmas. At Thanksgiving there is no material connection and therefore we aren't blocked from seeing what the holiday is really about. Unless of course you're a glutton, then it's a different case.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!
And that's how Clara C's it!
I saw Harry Potter last night and it absolutely BLEW MY MIND!!! I loved it. I laughed, I cried, I clenched my fists in rage. I don't want to give anything away to those of you who haven't seen it yet, although if you've read the book you should know what happens, however, I don't want to give any of the awesomeness away either. If you haven't seen it I highly recommend getting yourself to the nearest theatre and indulging in this two and a half hour long masterpiece.
My camera is broken and I am very unhappy about it. It's two years old, so I mean, I guess for technology it's pretty old, but I take really good care of it so it shouldn't be pooping out on me. The frustrating thing is that I don't really know what is wrong with it because one weekend it was working just fine and then I put it in my drawer at some point during the week, got it back out the next weekend and when I went to turn it on it said that there was a 'lens error'. In the words of Laura, the room-mate, "drats".
The weather is getting colder and you know what that means. Okay, maybe you don't know what that means. Colder weather means that it is easier to spot the bros because bros are too cool for coats and sometimes even too cool for long sleeves. I see them walking around in t-shirts and shorts and tank tops with their silly hats and their silly shorts and I just chuckle to myself. I mean, I know that it is a priority that they look cool, but I would rather look slightly un-bro like in order to save my health.
I'm going on the March for Life in January and I am very very very excited. Not only do I get to go to D.C. with my friends and march around in front of the White House, but I also get to see my sister! Apparently we have a day to just wander around in D.C. and so I am going to spend some quality time with Emma.
I get to go home in four days! I cannot wait to see my family and my friends. Plus, I love the holidays. I can't wait to be surrounded by everyone that I love. Not that I don't love my friends here, but I just want to go home. I need to sleep in my own bed and shower in my own shower and see my dog. I had a dream the other night that my dog forgot who I was and I woke up very sad. I didn't like it at all. Not one bit.
And that's how Clara C's it!
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS: PART ONE
"Let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure."
The Dumble
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I'm terribly sorry that I've been neglecting the blog so much, but I've been extremely busy. Those of you who are in college or have been in college will understand where I am coming from. Legitimate free-time is hard to come by these days. Thank goodness I only have a week and two days until Thanksgiving break. I need a rest from work, plus I cannot wait to see my family!
Taine and I are trying to plan our spring break. We really want to go to Montreal, but I don't know if that's possible. You see, I have no money and I still have to pay for next semester's books which aren't going to be cheap (I guess that's what happens when you decided that you can handle eighteen credit hours). You can't take the Amtrak to Montreal so that means that we would have to fly or drive. Driving would take a long time, plus we would have to pay for gas, but flying can be really inconvenient and expensive. So really, it all boils down to the fact that I would love to go to Montreal, but I don't have the money. Perhaps I should have a fundraiser...
It snowed last week! It was kind of ridiculous. It started on Friday night and snowed almost non-stop until Saturday afternoon. By the end of the day on Saturday we had a good four inches of slushy snow on the ground. We had a snowball fight on the way back from Saturday night mass. It's pretty much all gone by now, obviously. The weather has been wonderful the past week. Not at all like it should be in November, but I'm not complaining.
I was informed last weekend that I am too smart to be a communications major and that I should switch to English. I ran this idea past my mom and she said "I'm not paying big bucks for my daughter to be an English major." So I guess that means that I'm double-majoring.
I am a co-ruler of the world. Last weekend John and Vince and I played Risk. Vince and I made an alliance and annihilated John and his red army. Then we decided to take a little break (since it was eleven thirty) and come back to the game in a little bit. In the meantime I almost fell asleep so we decided that we would call it a draw and share our power. Thank goodness. Risk can go on forever.
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS COMES OUT IN LESS THAN A WEEK!! As you can probably tell, I am stoked. Last night I watched the sixth to get me in the mood. I can't wait. Can. Not. Wait.
And that's how Clara C's it!
Happy All Souls Day! And Happy Election Day! And Happy All Saints Day (a day late)! And Happy Halloween (two days late)! So many things are happening this time of year I can't even fathom it. I'm getting overwhelmed just blogging about them. I'm very disappointed in myself because I didn't get my absentee ballot on time and therefore I couldn't vote. So if Michigan politics get any worse (is that even possible?) I guess you can blame it on me and the fact that I didn't do my civic duty. At least I am registered to vote. There are some girls on the floor who aren't. That's totally okay, I just think it's nuts. One of the first things that my parents made me do after I turned eighteen was register. I have voted before. I got to do a voting test run during the primary elections in August. Some guy named Virg or something like that was the democrat on that ballot. That has to be the sketchiest name I've ever heard in my entire life.
I think that my immune system is finally succumbing to sickness. I have an 'indicator' that tells me when I am going to be sick. My throat always gets really really sore. My voice is fine but it hurts when I eat or drink. I have no doubt that I will wake up tomorrow feeling like poop. I just have to remember to continue to drink a lot of liquids.
Halloween came and went and I think that we wish we all had a time machine and could go back an re-live that wonderful weekend. I was going to be a bird but at the last minute I changed my mind and dressed up as Hermione Granger. Why did I do such a thing? Well, because I didn't look like a bird, I just looked like a fool with feathers coming out of my ass. So I dressed up as the brightest witch of my age and it turned out swimmingly.
On Friday night everyone played this game called Murder in the Dark. I was too tired to play, but looking back on my decision to go to bed I definitely regret it. From what I hear it sounds like the gang had a lot of fun getting kicked out of Dolan and wandering around Bernet pretending to kill one another. Luckily we are going to play this Friday. And they aren't going to play so late at night, so I can have fun, but still get my much needed ten hours of sleep.
I found out today that Emma, my oldest sister, might be coming home for Thanksgiving, which is very exciting news! At first we didn't think that she would be able to because we thought she would have to work this year because she managed to get Thanksgiving off last year (Emma is a nurse and so she has to work on holidays if they need her to). However, she has Tuesday through Saturday off AND a free plane ticket so we may be seeing Emma sooner than we planned to. Momma will be happy. She told me today that she would like to have all her chickies in the nest again.
I don't think that I have blogged about The Silver Bullet yet. The Silver Bullet was our old car and it was wonderful. It was a 1991 Volvo station wagon. Since it was born in 1991 that means that when I started driving it at the age of 16 it was older than I was. However, through an unfortunate turn of events mom and pop decided that they wanted to sell the Silver Bullet. And then it was no more and now we drive a Buick. We refer to it fondly as 'the Big Ugly Ick'.
November is National Novel Writing Month! So that means that you should all try to write novels. I'm writing one. It's actually a series of short stories, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that I write 50,000 words in the month of november. I'm going to have to write about 25 short stories. I have a concept though. I am writing each short story with a color in mind. So far I've done red and now I've moved on to dark blue. I always have trouble writing dialogue, but I like writing description, so I'm very excited. I love the way red turned out. When I'm finished I will post my favorite ones so that you can read them! So that's something to look forward to. That and Thanksgiving. November is just full of good things.
And that's how Clara C's it!
