1) I love words. English major, words? weird, I know. But like some people get really excited about science or even, bless their hearts, math, I just get excited about words sometimes. For example, I used the word "penchant" in a sentence this week and was way too fired up about that fact.
But I digress.
ANDDDDDD rant time. Get excited.
In my favorite class (here, italics = sarcasm), people are doing presentations on jazz and jazz related things, people, places, crazes, animals, food products, ok some of those are made up but you get the point. First of all, there are just so many ways group presentations can go wrong. And, for someone who, unfortunately, thoroughly (also, have the hardest time spelling this word, but love it anyway) enjoys any chance to have sarcastic fodder for my blog, today was a great day. This girl gets up to give her presentation and, boy oh boy, is she fired up. First of all, picture a class with about a fourth of its normal attendance because people have realized by day 3 that you don't need to show up for presentations because you're going to sit there and play bubblebreaker and solitaire on your droid....er, phone. (sorry mum)
So she gets up and gives a shriek of excitement and asks the 20 comatose people if they're excited too. Despite our lukewarm reaction, she precedes to hijack the presentation once it is her turn and read off of her novel of notecards. As if this weren't enough, she pronounces improvisation, improviNasation along with a few other words you should probably make sure you know how to pronounce if you're going to use them MULTIPLE times in your presentation. So we, in the back row, are cringing. Then, she tells us that she, in fact, used to be a dancer. What a coincidence that she happens to be speaking about jazz. I kid you not, she breaks out multiple dance moves. Now, this girl seems very nice and very fired up about jazz's influence on dance, but we can't help but wince in embarrassment.
Which kind of made me think, this girl wasn't embarrassed at all. She managed to turn this presentation project that everyone else is using as a chance to boost their sagging grade into something she could get fired up about. As much as I wanted to take her aside "for her own good," I actually think, looking back on it, that it's pretty great that someone can take a lame project for an equally lackluster class and have the courage to get up in front of a bunch of other college kids and express her excitement and even break out some dance moves. While I didn't appreciate it at the time, kudos to you, tap dancing girl in History of Jazz.
Numero Dos:
Bus people. ARGH. While I thoroughly enjoy the convenience and free-ness of the college station bus system, it has its DEFINITE downsides.
1) there's this thing, I THINK we learn about it in the womb in fact, and it goes by a name I like to call "personal space." Mine is mine, yours is yours. Imagine it's a giant steel plated bubble with diamond tipped spears on the outside that you really do not want to be impaled upon. Add a moat of piranha (learned how to spell that as of...now), lions, adders, black widows, and whatever other creepy crawlies you can think of and that's my personal space.
yeah, see if you sit next to me on the bus now.
2) This is a non-smoking bus. Dousing yourself in bath and body works something-vanilla-and-flowery-and-nauseating will not change the fact that you smell like an ashtray or The Hall and will attract the token fly on the bus to buzz around and land on you and your unfortunate seat mate. I kid you not, happened to me this afternoon. Also, get out of my space. I can feel the carcinogens leaching into my blood stream.
3) Can't your phone conversation wait? To be honest, I have my headphones in and therefore couldn't hear someone yelling at me from 3 inches away, but, if I could, I don't think I want to listen to you fight with your boyfriend or tell your mom all about your week. Maybe it's just because the idea of sharing anything more than the oxygen on the bus with the people on said bus terrifies me/makes me feel like showering and drinking emergen-c, but seriously, it's only a 20 minute ride. You can wait.
I went to one of my favorite places on earth that I can get to without leaving my state yesterday.
Barnes and Noble. Words can't even express how great this place is.
Interesting things I found/learned:
1)Christian fiction is always depressing- my friend Julia has a point. Authors for some reason feel the need to lead us through a painful although cathartic journey of tears as an altar call in every book. My friend just wanted something to read, not something to make her question her entire life. I mean, it was a wednesday, leave the life questioning for mondays.
2) a book of "The World's Most Interesting Tattoos"
1) it was a picture book
2) I flipped through the whole thing which was surprisingly brief.
3) the title lied
4) some people be CRAYZAYYY. You would not BELIEVE the things people had inked on to them. Now, before you go off on an "Oh my giddy aunt, tattoos! Just the thought makes me reach for my smelling salts! Those things are the devil's work, anyone who so defiles their flesh should burn in a special part of hell reserved for tattoo artist, tattoo-ees, and people with crazy piercings" rant, I have a tattoo. It's small, it's discreet, and it says 'beloved.'
I know, I know, offensive and edgy, I'm a rebel what can I say?
Now, lots of people have differing opinions on tattoos that we don't necessarily need to address in this post, but since my mother reads this, I just had to leave you with this last bit.
I was introduced to a blog/site called stuffchristianslike.net which also has a book. There was a post about tattoos which had me in tears, you will have to read it for yourself and my next post will actually be about this blog and the book it birthed, Stuff Christians Like. BUT, one of the comments on the post led me to this particular verse:
Romans 19:16 On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written, KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.
and that's from the NIV, not the Message version; look it up. So, say what you will, I will now quote this at anyone and everyone who condemns tattoos and say, "Hey, yo, Jesus was inked, too."
bolt of lightning?
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