Fourth Wall

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

"Alice, does your better plan involve expletives?" -David

There's other, more serious news that does not involve breaking into Calvert, but more later.

Monday, May 29, 2006

Make that seven and add Jasmine to the list.

This can't be healthy. A friend keeps complaining that he is constantly surrounded by Catholics.* I seem to be constantly surrounded by engaged females.

*Come to think of it, sometimes I complain about that, too.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

It's too hot for me.

I wish I were a cat so that I could take a nap in a sink.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

"Yeah, don't combine your kilt with your Chinese crossbow. That's what I learned this evening." - Liam

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Wales, ho!


I apologize for the recent preponderance of majiscule. That said, I'm really excited.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

I guess you're just what I needed...

I needed someone to feed.


And she won't let me procrastinate and she won't listen to me obsess over stupid boys or stand for my mopey music. She'll just sit in the next chair reading Sigred Undset while I do my latin. As a result, I'm more prepared for class than I've been all quarter.

It all reinforces my belief that the 329/832 girls really were the perfect roommates.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

"It can't be incestuous! It's my BOOT!" - Gaby

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Lesson of the week: always know how to break into your own Catholic center.

Okay, that's it. I'm losing my mind.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Went and saw the priest, got my soul all nice and clean.

But in other news...

(Un)official Shoreland Scav Hunt motto, 2006: "F-ck this shit, let's get coffee". You get one guess as to who came up with that one.

But I've been told that Tera's "Scav Hunt Through the Ages" scrap book, for which I sewed the binding, has been taken to be put in the Scav Hunt Hall of Fame. I did not know that such a thing existed.

Both Nick and Abbie are back from hiatus. I found Nick's most recent post particularly entertaining.

For a brief period in the late 1840s, California was a sovereign nation. And while I spent much of my life as the citizen of former sovereign nations such as Pennsylvania and New Jersey, there's just something romantic about being the citizen of a state with a big bear on its flag. It seems to say: don't mess with California, we'll maul you to death. Or perhaps it says, we like fish and cool mountain streams, so that's why there are so many sushi places with water features around here. Or perhaps it explains why there aren't any bears left in the state. They thought they saw their reflection in the flag, evaluated themselves as small, and left the state because they feared being trampled by jackrabbits.

Theme quote of the week:
"I ran into him on the way out of the library."

...but one of the best things that happened this week was standing in the Swift cloister in the rain.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Sudden High School Flashback

"Munaf! Smitten! SMITTEN! You are a smitten kitten!"

Thursday, May 11, 2006

I just want to say that I totally called that there would be a Legends of the Hidden Temple item on this year's list.

It's raining on Scav Hunt.

IN OTHER NEWS: Pastry chef! Why didn't I think of this before? I'll make a fortune on cheesecake and lemon merengue pie.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

I need a backup plan.

...or two or three or four. Preferably one that doesn't involve being a goatherd.

In other news, I somehow managed to get a shower in right before they turned off water to the building.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Let's Run Away to Georgia, Bearing Vowels...

I think I've been a bad influence on Mr. Thompson. Please see exhibits A, B, and C. But then, I've picked up the habit of referring to my "roommating fidels" when they get on my nerves, so...

I've always wanted a man to tell me I have lovely scapular brown eyes. There might be a problem there.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

May I offer you a light for that votive candle?

Even better than the Top Ten Orthodox Catholic Pick-Up Lines ("You have stunning, scapular-brown eyes"), it's:

Galfridus Chauceres Lynes of Picke-Uppe, for use at the Kalamazoo conference.

Some of the better (that is, nerdier) ones:

-Yf thou were a latyn tretise ich wolde putte thee in the vernacular.

-Woldstow haue me shyfte thyne voweles?

-The preeste telleth me that we aren more than VII degrees of consanguinitee. Game on!

-Ys thy father a makere of walles? For how else dide he gyve thee svch a tall and fayre forheed?

Monday, May 01, 2006

This paper = ten pages of hagiographical DOOM!

That is all.

Note from the C-Shop

I don't understand people who eat asiago bagels.

And this may well be the worst latte I've ever had.