Smallhouse Log

getsuyoubi

  1. Portraying: "California, here we come."
  2. Conveying: Indilligence
  3. Now Playing: "They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haa!" - Napoleon XIV
  4. The Saying: "Most of the time, it doesn't even take Love." - Johnny Northside, pd
  5. When Praying: Still the toe
  6. Betraying: Jody

Last night would have made a good Thursday. Today would have made a good Friday. But, alas. I'm not sure what the weekend will bring, in any case. It happens.

So, last week. Kangeiko. Kangeiko is samurai winter training. I have had this confirmed by Meguro-sensei. It began at six in the morning every day, and involved many things, but always yoga. The 'Salute to the Sun', in fact. We practiced it every day so that we could all do it together in flowing unison on the point Friday to make *cough* the sun come up. Other activities, like juggling, cheerleading, akido, and karate followed.

I broke my toe the first day.

By sitting down. Not even sitting on the toe. Just sitting.

Yeah, pathetic. At Keith's suggestion that I get it checked out, I limped across campus to the hospital. I was there from 8:30 until 11:45, and missed Japanese and CS. I then took the next day off in order to catch up. I'm just about caught up now in Japanese, but CS.... I've got a week's worth and more to do. Ugh. And I still haven't cleaned the bathroom. Sorry, Dad. The bathroom situation is made even worse by the fact that there's now ceiling all over the floor. It happens.

So on Friday, we walk to the point and yoga. Yoga! And then we walk back to shoreland, and I strip down to a T-shirt. I try to persuade everyone else to, too. "It's just like Hawaii, only a little bit colder." The only person who agree was the Dean of something or other. "Thinking makes it so," he said. Finally, I went inside. I got a cool shirt with a polar bear on it.

On similar note, that afternoon was the polar bear run. I kept my boxers on, but, unlike all those other pansies, I wasn't wearing shoes. Yeah, I ran across campus in my underwear barefoot with a broken toe. It happens.

That night was the Living Euphony, a poetry reading/party put on by, duh, the Euphony editors. And, for the first time in my life, I drank more than a few sips of alcohol and enjoyed it. After I came back to the dorm, I wound up in Dan and Keith's room, where, to name the highlights, I found out I don't like Tequila and Alla tried to take my pants off (but was too drunk to find the buckle). It happens.

Saturday, CUSA show. I had The Thirst all day. I finally got a screwdriver late at night, and it was good. Probaly for the best, too, because when I came back into the room, Eric looked at Alice and said, "OK, Ian was first." He then says to me, "I owe you money."

"What for?" I say, and walk into the room. I then notice bits of wall all over the floor. Yeah. Two big holes in the wall, one elbow shaped and one knee shaped. Still don't know how they got there. Don't really care. When I saw that, a new resolve hit me. I grabbed my pocketknife, stood on the toilet, and de-fuzzed mybathroom ceiling with it. Thus the ceiling allover the floor as metioned above. Sunday, I bought my spiffy mouse. And now, the weekend is over.

Today would have made a great Friday.

the Sunday after second week

  1. Portraying: Sneaky Phone Call Man
  2. Conveying: Happy procrastination
  3. Now Playing: "I Wish I Felt Nothing" - The Wallflowers
  4. The Saying: "Go to your bed. You sleep there." - Geoff, pd
  5. When Praying: healing for my broken toe
  6. Betraying: Kat, Jennie N.

So.... it's been a week.

And then a few more minutes, in which I download music from Kat. Mmmm, folky. If that wasn't already a dead giveaway, I've finally gotten the laptop online. It's name on the network is "Judgement Day", in reference to the big ol' "Judgement Day Happens" sticker on it. Noice. I should be doing Math raight now. Instead, I do this. 'S okay. I've got.... erm.... some time left. It's only.... whoa, it's nine already? Shaft.

Also, in case you hadn't picked up on the fact, *cough*blind*cough* Ibroke my toe. On Monday. By sitting. It's been a crazy week. It's been Kuviasungnerk. Kuviasungnerk is the winter festival here, and it involves two things: Kangeiko, and afternoon activities. Kangeiko is....

>You know what? I'm giving a really sucky explanation. I think I'm a bit tired. I'll just say that I bought a cool, new, wireless mouse (slick, neh) and I'll come back to everything else later.

the Sunday before second week

  1. Conveying: Coldness
  2. The Saying: "It's filled with useless riccatta chese.... like my soul!" - Johnny Northside, pd

Man, it's cold in here. I want the new layout that's sitting around in my head to be here already. That's what I should've been spending the afternoon doing.

The afternoon. I had hoped to clean the bathroom and make myself a pair of gloves. I got the pattern and the bases for the two gloves finished (hee!), but couldn't use the sewing machine because Alice is asleep on the couck and I don't want to wake her up.

I just realized that it's a little strange that I live in a triple that has two residents and about four people living in it. As Dinesh pointed out, it's a lot of numbers.

Dinesh is now an assistant projectionist. Clap.

I tried calling Lisa today, an event surprisingly unfrustrated by the fact that I've lost my datebook. I hope it's at my Uncle Tim's house, but I really can't say. The calendar part is almost useless by now, but it's got telephone numbers and quotes and other things I'd like not to lose, but it's not so bad. That's why todays' quote is listed as 'previous date' instead of having the date previously referred to mentioned.

Lisa's phone doesn't accept blocked calls. By the time I found out my area code, so I could enter my ten-digit number and get through, I couldn't get through. And when I could get through, I almost couldn't remember the number, and her line was busy. So when I call her some other time and apologise for not calling her on her birthday, I'll just say that I couldn't get through because the line was busy and I'd lost her number anyway. Gold.

It's not that I mind Alice half-living in my room. She's not intrusive, or rude, and she's so friendly and polite all the time. Nor do I mind Igy coming in every week to cook steak forty different ways and watch movies when no one is home. And I don't mind Eric not having moved out yet, since he shouldn't have to, anyway. What bothers me is the fact that I'm irresponsible enough to read Catch-22 and put off the Japanese homework that wasn't assigned until the morning, when I will promptly and without hesitation not do it.

I could've been doing it now.

the night before the night before I go home to college

  1. Portraying: "....one that will not ever try to migrate or escape!"
  2. Conveying: Wistfulness
  3. Now Playing: "Piano Man" - Billy Joel
  4. The Saying: "Now all I need is a sheep with mind powers." - Drew, 12/25
  5. When Praying: Safe travel for everyone returning to college; all the women in my life, because they need it far more than the guys

Well, it's been a Christmas break. Before, college was an adventure, and seemed like a really long version of senior trip, with a different set and cast. But now I've been home, and I've done nearly everything I wanted to do here -I guess I can't really call it home, anymore. But I feel kind of emty raight now. Partly because I'm lonely. Not just any lonely; I'm surrounded by my missed family and friends, after all. I'm lonely. Maybe in part because I can't flirt with any girls here; when I'm leaving, what's the point? I think back to when I took Anna to the ballet, nad the nervous, happy thrill it gave me to be out with a wonderful, beautiful girl. But I'm lonely for more than that. Even the feeling of "I want night to coalesce into warm skin to touch my arms" isn't what I'm down with. I want a hand to hold and a mouth to kiss, eyes to look into with soft eyelashes and cool eyebrows. I want a warm body, soft in all the right places to dance with fast or close, and to hold when I'm feeling down. I want a friend willing to watch a movie, sit next to me in church, jump into a mosh pit, or just be gazed at lovingly for hours. I know, I just described Amanda, but I don't really want her back. Just like Lisa, she left a gap in my life, but a whole lot bigger. I know that I dunna hae time for a girlfriend -or at least thats what I've persuaded myself to believe. But really, do I? In any case, the only girl I can think of who I'd wish to be that hand, those eyes, that friend isn't interested in having a steady boyfriend, as far as I understand. I'd like to just keep courting her gently, but I don't know if I'll survive. I think I would, but I shudder at the thought of my [despair? loneliness? desire?] driving me to go for a 'quick fix' that would doubtless be the farthest thing from fixing anything. I don't know how Lisa survives with such strong moras. I'm shifty, and still I'm crumbling. But I'll get better; I always do. Not alone, por supuesto, pero voy.

Necesito afeitarme.

But, hairiness aside, I guess theres not much I can to for it at the moment. Who's up for a quoted conversation, then? Before we start, I should mention that every time I go to a concert that Lisa is also attending, she kicks me at some point. She denies this every time I mention it, as well.

(Lisa hits Ian in the arm.)
Ian: "That wasn't a kick. I'm disappointed."
Lisa: "Give me a break, my leg hurts." (Lisa kicks Ian with her right leg.) "Ow." (Lisa kicks Ian with her left leg.) "There we go."

I saw Ashley Bettman at that concert, too, looking as cute as ever. 'Cute' isn't quite the best word, though it certainly fits. I wonder, does it reflect poorly on me that I've had a crush on her as much as since the day I met her in eigth grade, and never told her? I apologise to everyone who's been reading, as I dunna imagine any of this is very interesting. let me just tell you, then, one of the things I learned this first quarter of college: Every so often, just start dancing.

I won two free tacos today, because I got the winning gumball.

Maybe I shouldn't be listening to Billy Joel's Greatest Hits raight now. But misery loves music almost as much as company. Hmmm, to go Dave Barry on ya'll for a moment, "Soundtrack for Misery" actually would be a good name for an album. Listening to Nick Thomas's set last night probably didn't help; quite possibly, it's what got me in this mood in the first place. Maybe I should listen to my Spill Canvas CD, since it's playing "Piano Man" again anyway.

If I knew where the TV was, I'd have been playing "Dead or Alive 3" all this time.

I did better in Japanese than I expected. Even accounting for some kind of curve, I must have done really well on the final. I'd like my final for HBC back, however, even though my final grade shows that she liked it enough to give it an A. Oh. I haven't really studied this whole time. Hmm. Japanese is going to kill me. *gulp*

This is already a long post. I think I'll end by saying that, usually, I'd be amused by the irony in the dating of these last two posts.

the night before the night before I go home for winter break

  1. Conveying: Mild industry
  2. The Saying: "Maybe I should just get leather pants. That would solve everything." - Beth, 12/07

Well, I haven't done much here lately. I've been busy. I've been working on the Fishbein House webpage, and now it looks cool, and then I had finals and so on. I'm now nocturnal again, so I'm happy. I've been cleaning out my Hotmail inbox and other such things, and I found an old post that I never uploaded. I'm going to go track it proper place down now and do so. Shitsureishimas.

after finishing the homework

  1. Conveying: Accomplishment and annoyance
  2. Now Playing: Bullfrog
  3. The Saying: "Can you get a meal plan without a board plan?" - guy behind me on the bus, 11/03
  4. Betraying: Craig D.

Ack! I was going to post, but I've got to get ready for church! Fwooo....

Sunday

  1. Conveying: Industry
  2. Now Playing: My Bullfrog CD
  3. The saying: "Not even you know what you do some of the time, and that just adds to the flavor of the experience." - Matthew "HS" Bishop, 08/31
  4. Displaying: The Interactive Story
  5. When Praying: For Ann, because she's apparantly been skipping church; and for who roommate, who is probably regretting last night raight now
  6. Betraying: Craig Davis

Dude, I haven't talked to Craig in way too long. I should go visit him sometime. And I could swear I've linked the Interactive Story before, but it wasn't on the links page when I looked. Ah, well, even so, that sight would deserve an extra link or two.

I should really be focusing more on my homework, so I guess I'll finish that before I describe my intricately intriguing life as pertaining to the past few days. Tata!