superstar, where you from how's it goin?

I know this is my third consecutive post but trust me YOU WANNA READ THIS.

Per usual, a group of gathered at the intersection of Convent and 13th (aka Hill, Graham and Robert's crib) to watch a slew of shows.  It was after enduring the painful portrayal of Claire Bennett by Hayden Panettiere on Heroes and laughing at the the Star Wars motifs on Big Bang Theory that it came time to watch How I Met Your Mother. 

We were all enraptured by Stella and Ted's marriage plans. I mean is she the one? I don't know because this is only the second episode I've ever seen. I hope she isn't because Sarah Chalke bothers me ever since the masterminds behind Scrubs decided to give Elliot a makeover mid- season. She was so much more endearing all awkward and without excess hair fringe.  They should probably fire all the other females on the show except for Allyson Hannigan because she was Willow on Buffy. And Buffy rulz. 

But anyway, the crux of the dilemma from last night's show was that Ted insisted on his ex Robin being present at the ceremony. Stella, his fiancee, was adamant however that having exes present at your wedding is painstakingly uncomfortable and should be avoided at all costs. 

And from this came the following remark: 

Hill Sewell: Aw man, that means I can't invite any of my friends to my wedding!

...And then...

Graham Gillespie: Don't worry Hill I'll come to your wedding. 

Hill Sewell: Not after last weekend you won't. 

Oh Hilly. You and your wild oats. 

hooray college!

sy

 

you can have whatever you like

Continuing my layover at procrastination station, I have decided to blog. This makes me a repeat offender for the week.  But dat's ok.

This week has been quite busy in the life of the Art and Sciences Ambassadors. Don't let Yates and her viral video campaign fool you.  Sure Capstone may bear the responsibility of giving tours to prospective students of promise, have to memorize unfathomable amounts of campus history, endure intense heat in poly-blended pantsuits and sacrifice innumerable hours of vacation and study time.

But we all know the Arts and Sciences Ambassadors are the ones who carry the real weight of the University's success. There's Arty Party. And we also have to pomp something for homecoming. And sell t-shirts. And there are meetings which Kristin and I may or may not arbitrarily attend. I also may occasionally COMPLETELY forget to be a member of this organization until I check my phone and think "why do I have two missed calls from Graham Gillespie OHCRAPWEHADAMEETINGTONIGHT." 

Clearly, the A&S Ambassadors need to be the ones telling you what Crimson is. 

And if the above criteria aren't enough to assure you of this than the following dialogue certainly will.  This past Tuesday night Kristin and I attended a dinner given in honor of a performance group in town to put on their show "Unless the Mind Catch Fire...".  Kristin and I opted to sit at the Wissinger table because it was the furthest removed from the door and we figured maybe nobody else would sit with us and we could eat all the fruit cups.  

This was not to be.  For not long after in flounced the titular Miss Donna Wissinger.  She was a flutist in the production.  Later on Dean Olin joined us.  DWiss was quite the free soul and after hearing about Kristin and I's studies and tentative career paths she somewhat dreamily remarked to Dean Olin that she wanted to date both of us.  Dean Olin has a doctorate in Math and most likely thought that Kristin and I's dreams of non-profit glory were not quite as romantic.

I severely digress. It was somewhere amongst all of this small talk that Kristin and DWiss had the following exchange. 

DWiss: Well I did a tour of Russia when it was still the USSR. And we went all over but at one point I was in Uzbekistan and I just was so not acclimated to it you know? 

Kristin: (politely nodding)

DWiss: And I was just so scared and closed off and I just kept thinking to myself I cannot get this. But then one day I just stepped back and thought to myself, I thought, you know what? The same culture that is in this place is being birthed in my very own cells. And I just got it all immediately.  You know I just felt a part of that place because it was within me and throughout me.

Kristin: Aw.

Now you tell me that A&S Ambassadors aren't the breadwinners of this institution. 

suzie halliday 4eva!

sy

 

I paid to climb a mountain: the trip of Apples to Apples

Fall Break 2008 was full of inspirational quotes, as per usual. Here are the ones I can remember and thought were notable enough to make the infamous blog.

"How does that spin your tired ferris wheel"- Cole Murphy

"Um, Cal you are cheesing big time."- Dan Almond

"Old Milge Bilge, the old book bear." -Dan Almond

"How does that float your tick."- Cole Murphy

There was also an incident with mispronouncing the word "graham crackers" that I didn't feel was appropriate for the G-rated blog.

I also have a Rosie story for everyone. Apparently, Rosie is on her last leg. Cole's mom was supposed to take Rosie to the vet this week, and no one was sure if she would survive. Cole called his mom to check in on how the visit to the vet went, and Cole's mom said the following:

"I had a close friend pass away this week, and I couldn't handle anything else. I didn't take Rosie to the vet. But she has been really chipper recently. She really rallied this week." -Mrs. Murphy

Way to go Rosie, you've lived to smell foul for another day.

And here is an on the road story about Fog bogs.

"They must know that Dan Almond is in the car. They can sense his presence."- Cole

Dan is clearly confused by this statement. He has just woken up from a captivating nippity nap.

"There was just a sign for a Fog advisory. They know you are here so they are giving out the Fog alert." -Cole

hop out the car and let casper drive

First of all, I was the one who Freudian slipped the graham cracker comment.  Mayhaps if you cross my palm with silver I shall recount you with it. Or get me Publix brand Halloween cookies. Because I consumed TEN of them en route to the mountains. 

Secondly, a quote.  We were all nestled around the table engaged in a hearty game of Apples to Apples.  Now, after what can only be described as an abysmal round of Battle of the Sexes, a fairly competitive bout of SceneIt (at least the second round was), a failed Boulderdash game and two go-rounds of Monopoly, it is somewhat needless to point out that the competitive fervor was at a fever pitch. 

This was not to Daniel Almond's advantage. Or was it? 

After several rounds of selectively matching nouns to adjectives Dan was not fairing too well.  Those around him had all amassed a small collection of coveted green cards.  Dan however, had one. 

It is under these conditions that the following conversation occurred: 

Kristin: OK, the adjective is Dramatic. 

Group: (lays down the card they feel incapsulates the adjective) 

Kristin: (after perusing all the candidates, which I cannot remember): I'm gonna go with Beauty and the Beast because it's pretty dramatic. 

Group (grumbles incessantly and begins to make a case for why this is obviously the most poorly chosen noun/adjective relationship in the history of Apples to Apples; I feel that it was Cole who spearheaded the objections)

Dan (in a barbaric yawp, while standing from his chair): BEAUTY AND THE BEAST IS A TIMELESS CLASSIC! NOW GIVE ME THAT CARD. 

Now go YouTube Ghost Riding.

If at first you don't succeed...

The five contributors have breakfast together on Thursday mornings. Or at least we used to. You see, in the realization of a dream long deferred, Kmac rallied all of us around the idea of getting up at 6:30 in the morning once a week and socializing at Panera in Midtown. I applaud her for this much, certainly; it is no small feat to wake me up even a minute earlier than I have to for class (and multiply that by four).

Things started off well enough: the first few breakfasts were huge successes. Amid the expected grumbling and dirty looks slathered liberally among us was true camraderie, and I found myself really enjoying how these brief meetings (and bacon and strong coffee) kicked my day off right.

But this joy, 'twould not last. Our buoyant spirits dwindled, and by two weeks ago only Anna and I rallied enough to make it to the rendezvous. Then, last week, something epic happened.

The alarm roused me at 6:30. I inwardly cursed, then rolled out of bed and splashed water on my face before my body could protest. I walked into the room to start pulling on clothes, and there was Kmac's form, smashed into the tiniest ball imaginable, dead asleep on the block of wood that passes for our room bed. You should also know that the dirtiness of our sheets and pillows is legendary.

A warning light inside my head lit up. This situation didn't bode well for breakfast, but I was already alert, dang it, and I was set to do what it took to awaken Sleeping Beauty. Meagan, who had been up since 6, of course, was studying in the room and started shaking her head.

Meagan: I turned all the lights on earlier and she didn't budge.
Me: Oh, she'll budge. (Begins gently shaking Kmac's shoulder)
Kmac:
Me: (whispering like a guardian angel and scratching her back) Kmac, Kmac, Kmac.
Kmac:
Meagan: (louder) Kristin. Kristin. Yates, you're going to have to be vigorous.
Me: Okay, Kmac. Rise and shine. Up and at 'em, old feller. (placing a hand on her butt, which usually wakes her up)
Kmac: Uggghnn.
Me: She's waking up! Nope, okay, no, she's still asleep. How did she sleep twisted up in that ball?
Meagan: (yelling now) KRISTIN! IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!!
Me: COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOO! (more and more flabbergasted, to the point where I'm making up a song and doing cheer-like dance)...
KMAC, KMAC. YOUR FRIENDS ARE ALL THERE.
WE ALL WANT YOU TO COME TO PANER-
A. WAKE UP, WAKE UP, SMACKERS RISE AND SHINE!
YOU'LL BE THE PRETTIEST GIRL AT YOUR DANCE AND MINE!
(really embarrassing, but consider my deteriorated mental state at waking up early, no coffee, and now faced with prospect of it all being for naught)

Kmac turned her head ever so slightly and opened one vicious eye, which peered at me with an other-worldly gleam.

Me: Kmac? KMAC! You're alive! Hey, friend, wanna get some breakfast?
Kmac: Yah.
Me: Okay, well, you realize you have to get up and put some clothes on, right?
Kmac: Nah. (shaking head)
Me: You have three minutes.
Kmac: Okay. (rolls over and goes back to sleep)

I texted the others and cancelled at this point, realizing that we were all miserable and tired and that the brutal, early morning shock that comes with girls' breakfast is not worth the fellowship, especially when we see each other practically everyday anyway.

And then I found four hundred dollars.

savage where the chorus at?

Yates arrived at Kate and I's apartment last night plagued by the proverbial "I'm hungry but I don't know what I want to eat" dilemma.  A preliminary sweep of our food stash was unsatisfactory and when coupled with Surin and Bento's unwillingness to extend their open hours to Sundays (we'll attribute this to their love for Jesus because, as Kristin pointed out, it's important to love Jesus) - Yates was swimming in a sea of nutritional drought (it's a paradox).  And then Hill threw the life preserver - PIZZA. 

Later on after our Papa John's 14" cheese had been delivered we found ourselves in need of a refreshment more of the liquid variety.  That is to say, we was thirsty.  So Hill, being the valiant, true and noble gentleman that he is, volunteered to go to the BP. Actually I verbally coerced him into it - but that's another blog entry entirely.  

Hill: What do you guys want?

Me (without hesitation): Dr. Pepper.

Yates: I brought some water so I'll probably stick with that.  

Hill: No really, what do you want?

Yates: No seriously, I'm fine with water.

Hill: Yates. What. Do. You. Want.

Yates (cheekily): Beer, ha!

Hill: I have my fake ID.

Yates (with mild dejection): Oh.

Hill: What do you want? 

Yates: My water.

Hill: What do you want?

Yates: Sprite. 

Heh. Yates and her inability to stand up to peer pressure. Chin the butter already.

23 flavors!

sy

The Crown of Jewels

Place: University of Alabama Career Center

Time: 4:00 pm

Robby awkwardly and sketchily walked through the glass doors of the Career Center for a scavenger hunt (business classes are REALLY tough). He notices me behind the desk, and we begin chatting. The conversation covers many topics, none of which we have time for right now. But Robby pulled a little "play on words" in the middle of our serious conversation that made me laugh out loud. 

We are discussing our love for Jesus. Its very important to both of us that everyone loves Jesus, because if you love Jesus, then you will go to heaven. I'm talking in typical JH fashion about the difference between a believer and a disciple. The following dialogue occurs:

"Believers and disciples are all saved. We are all going to heaven. Its just that some people will have more jewels in their crown." -KMac

"That's okay. I've had enough Juls, thanks." -Robby