First Free Thursday

This is the first Thursday of B-Quad, and I have had no classes. So what have I done today? I intended to wake up at nine, but instead slept in till 11:15. And then I went to lunch. And after that I did homework and listened to Ravi Zacharias, and now, I am going to go work out! Sweetness. Later days.

Fall Break: A Genesis.

So Fall Break has began. And it is perfect timing. I am already having a great time. Barbara visited and had to leave early, so that was both good and bad. No Jeremy's Amazing Chicago Tour. JACT, for short. But that's okay. I probably should learn the city a little bit better both I start dragging people along in it.

Anyways, I am looking forward to this blessed weekend. Movie watching. Chilling. Night watch. Sleeping in. No class. Ahhh...relaxation. Check you on the flip side.

Nightwatch.

It is 3:24AM. And I am still up, having fun on nightwatch. Peske, Jessie, and Rachel are here too. We are the ultimate quadrilateral. Yes. We are a shape; and no, I am not completely incoherent.
I have my faculties of speak, writing, reason, and digression.

Anyways, to speak more fully about our weapons: they are as such - the hammer of justice and the sword of order; both of which prevent eye babies.

Next the agenda of this last night ramble. I am hungry. I hunger, if you will.


Jumping to my next random topic. Today was roulette, which was fun. I got to hang out with some pretty cool people, if I say so myself. I enjoyed our pumpkin carving and geese chasing and creative playgrounding (yes, it is a verb now). You should have been there.

Where was I? Oh, yes. Hunger and nightwatch. I might go down to the vending machines to get some food soon. And it is very odd to see people coming back into Fischer at 3:30 in the morning. What were they doing out? Did they go to Chicago? Lucky ducks...probably took the two o'clock train back. I'll ask.

Yes, they did. Awesome. Drunk people on the train. As always. This is very stream of consciousness. I just lost the game. Eat it. Haha. Now you have lost too. Believe it. It's true. What are you going to do about it?

Another group of people! Very odd and scary. But then again, I am still up and not in bed either. So I guess it is okay. Anyways, I am off to watch some net_work. Check it out on black20.com. Amazingly funny.

Nightwatch.

I am watching the night, until five AM. It's going to be fun. Updates as the hours go by. Stay tuned.

We have weapons.

A lobby. Friends. Homework. Yearbooks.

So, that me start this off by saying that this has been a crazy week. I have been averaging about five hours of sleep a night. And working out. And eating maybe a little less than normally. But anyways, I am still eating so don't worry, it's not like last fall. Anyways, I do know if I have said this, but I am probably now consider a Fischer Lobby rat. I hang out there pretty much all the time. Concordantly, it is the best place to hang, not only because I am there, but actually because everyone comes through, and you can meet some awesome people. For instance, Peske, Tyler, Erin, Carol, Swims, Isaiah, and the like. It is a great place to be.

Now for the anecdotal part of this treatise. So, Peske had desk attendant, meaning that he had to sit out in the lobby from 7 to 11, and I decided to hang out with him and read some Locke and do some other homework. Now, around 10, my good friend, Carol (see above) came out, while I was working on the yearbook ladder. And come to find out she was the editor of her book last year, just like me! So we had a few rants and talked about why I was doing it again, and I tried (and am continuing to try to convince her...Carol if you are reading this, you should help me do the yearbook!) to convince her, as was made evident by my parenthetical notation. Anyways, so we talked shop and look at old books for almost two hours, and it was definitely nice to find someone with similar interests as me. It was good.

Thus ends my story, and my blog with this. Fischer Lobby. Check out it. It is, as some would say, legit. And clutch. Oh the Midwest!

Lyrics. Just that.

Softly we tremble tonight,
picture perfect fading smiles are all that's left in sight,
I said I'd never leave; you'll never change
I'm not satisfied with where I'm at in life.

Am I supposed to be happy?
When all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
Am I supposed to be happy?
When all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
You said, you said that you would die for me….

We made plans to grow old,
believe me there was truth in all those stories that I told.
Lost in a simple game cat and mouse,
Are we the same people as before this came to light?

Am I supposed to be happy?
when all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
Am I supposed to be happy?
with all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
You said, you said that you would die for me…

You must live for me too...
For me too...yeah, yeah…
You said that you would die for me…

Am I supposed to be happy?
with all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.
Am I supposed to be happy?
when all I ever wanted, it comes with a price
You said, you said that you would die for me...

Best medicine: late nights and laughter.

Well, let me check you up on the awesome happenings here at Wheaton. Saturday night/Sunday morning in the lobby of Fischer equals sweet goodness. Joining Peske, the night-watch guy, a group of us played a really random card game, and the freshmen almost triumphed over the sophomores, if only it was not four against two. Looking back on it, Erin and I should have traded, in order for me to become her elf and she could have become my gnome, and then we would have been fine. But whatever, Katrina wiped us both out. It happens. Anyways, continuing on to Sunday night/Monday morning...

It rained. And it was sweet. After chatting in the lobby with cool again, a triplet of awesomeness decided to run into the rain and dance around the school at one o'clock in the morning. Yea! for grammar school lawns. Unfortunately, my toes went numb. The price of war against boredom.

And then last night was awesome again. My sweater was patched by Erin, and a cadre of us got to sit down and talk for about three hours, although it seemed like no time at all. Discussing everything from reanimated-zombie flesh to modern ministries to the homeless, t'was a good evening. And I stayed up to two again, but don't tell my mom she would flip, and requested that I make wiser choices concerning my health and sleep patterns. And then she would add something in about babies.

But after all this, I do have to apologize for being disconnected. I have not have time to make the phone calls, write the letters, or send the smoke-signals that I wanted to do. The worlds are shifting, and not that that's a bad thing, but like tectonic plates, there are going to be fissures and mountains, and hot molten lava. Or maybe not. Anyways, I do hope that everyone's lives are going well. I am around, sometimes. Who knows? After this crazy week, I will probably be more available. Once my job routine settles in, and Yearbook production starts, and A-Quad ends. Ah. We are so close, yet so far.

To end. Be strong. Be well. And don't let the zombies get you. But if you are starving you can use hem as an alternative source of food, id you isolate the virus and eradicate it before consumption.

Yours, in the fight,

Z-Master 2000