An intimate night with Strange

So last night was the night for odd events. I didn't think reading in a stairwell could be so interesting. As I sat their catching up on a weeks worth of reading my peers made their way through the usually unpopular stairwell. The first occurance was one of the most off-setting which I caught as I looked up from my pages to see a peer with paper bags on his feet making his way to the girls' floor. I asked with curiosity why he had the noisy items attached to his feet. He simply replied that he didn't want to get his feet dirt. Moments after disappearing he swung the door of the third landing open and made his way back to his floor complaining that "they like him better". Just as I thought it couldn't get any stranger I heard jiggling noise making its way to the third floor. What could that be but a girl gearing up for the protest that was today. Apparently Santa elf hats are the perfect attire for an event of such manner. If a bag wearing boy and a Santa elf protester weren't interesting enough, a friend zooms through the stairs and tosses the craziest little pamplet at me. It started out being about little children celebrating Halloween and then randomly turned in to a tool of Christian conversion. I hand the bizarre pamphlet to a girl heading back down. The irony is that the bag boy thought that my reading in the secret stairwell was strange and even asked himself why everyone was acting so "sketchy" tonight. Just when I think the madness is over, I hear a sneaky individual creep into the stairwell underneath me. Whoever it is is oblivious to the fact that I am above them and whispers to themselves as I hear a repetative clicking sound. Seconds after they leave, the stairwell is filled with an awful smell and I through the towel in. The Gladwell book and I move the normal stairwell across the hall where we discover that there is a fifth floor landing in our building that leads to the roof. I finally get some peace and quiet and conquer my last minute attempt to conquer my assignment. I get 2 hours and 30 mintues of sleep to awake to a fire alarm at 5 in the morning. I couldn't help thinking for the rest of the day that a certain department wants something from me after luring perks from an email.

Strange

No lie, I am supposed to be doing homework right now

Before I settle into my normal routine, I need to let some steam off. So here it is:

Darn non-working laptops!!!!! (I'm sad to say that Dell is dead ) : )

Unfortunately, I am in the library where I should be working on my blog for class, but that isn't happening. I have decided that I haven't been letting my emotions out as I regularly do, and that I should instead blog about that. On top of this frustrating week with my computer, my friends have decided to do some man-hunting and bathing suit shopping for me. If there are two things in the world that I could live without right now it would be men and bathing suits. But if they happen to read this, I'd like to say that I appreciate the kind gesture. Oh yeah and I must not forget that I have been slowly loosing my memory. That's right, I'm getting old.

Now for the lighter side of things:

I am really enjoying my second semester. It has been full of exciting school work and mischief as listed below in my highlights of the month:

1. Three hour astronomy lab from 7- 10 (not)
2. Statistics quiz (I think I found the best kind of math in the world)
3. Scaring the crap out of Jacob (I still laugh a little on the inside when I think of this)
4. Making better grades in Astronomy!
5. My French teacher is awesome (I don't even mind that I have the class everyday)
6. Kidnapping Snicklefritz and blaming it on Myles (what can I say, I am against stuffed animal abuse)
7. Blogging for homework (I can official say that I do homework for fun now)
8. Kidnapping Myle's stuffed cows and blaming it on Jacob (don't worry I returned them all after two nightmares about taking other people's things)
9. Oh yeah, and I finished weaving another purse!

Well, I must say Janurary 2010 has been quite eventful.

Would you like apple cider with that?

Earlier this week I was volunteering at one of the house musuems downtown. The first day I entertained the visitors with information about the room I was assigned. The second day I charmed the company and monitored the refreshments. This is when I realized that there wasn't much difference between me and the women that lived here two hundred years ago. I smiled and told tourist to check out our garden and try the cookies and cider while the portrait of Cornelia stared blankly at me. I think she secretly knows that I am an awkward, independant woman posing as a charming southern belle (without the accent). While I love the history of the house and learning more about it, I can't help but feel artificial when I put my "professional face" on for the visitors. But being bland and resigned isn't what they paid for. Just like the woman who stared at me I was using my knowledge and skills to be presentable to those around me. It really got me to thinking. What is my role in society? I am capable of playing the role of a traditional woman in a historical sense. Becoming a teacher isn't really ground breaking for women. While I know that I can do jobs like this perfectly, I also know that there is another side of me that needs to be challenged.

One Gaint Cookie

Today I found an awesome consignment book store. It had just what I was looking for--the perfect present for someone. No need to guess what that was, I give really similair gifts. I was tempted to stay longer, but was obligated to something else. After my obligation and lunch, I returned to shopping, but I just couldn't find the perfect gift for my parents. I looked in the bookstore, tried the farmers market, and ended up in the knitting store. The knitting store was my giving up point/treat to myself. I bought some yarn to do some weaving. The store was a local one and had a homely feeling. I was greeted by a group of ladies enjoying lunch when I entered this house turned store. For the first time I really felt like I was apart of Charleston. I had visited two local places in one day. After delivering the present I bought and wrapped in tissue paper and police caution tape, I spent the rest of the day cleaning. I cleaned my room, Stephan's kitchen, and then the gaint cookie happened. It is so big that it needs its own paragraph.

So while cleaning Stephan's kitchen, someone gets the brilliant plan to get rid of the tub of cookie dough in their fridge before leaving for home. So I baked about two batches before that person suggested another brilliant plan--making one gaint cookie. So we lured everyone in to watch a movie and enjoy the gaint cookie with us! It is amazing how a gaint cookie can bring people together... Oh dear God where will we be years from now. There has to be a reason for creating a bond like this. How will these people affect me? How will I affect them? Why are we all here enjoying this cookie together? Can they taste You in it? Will they taste You in it? Will the baker always remember to stop to enjoy the cookie for themself? Are they aware of the unexpected ingredient? Love.

Bon Appetit