September 4, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 1 comment so farOne thing I love about college is having so many people to talk to. It can be a bit of a pain when I’m trying to study, but overall it’s fantastic. The weather had been beautiful, too, so I keep bringing my homework outside to do and to talk to whoever comes and wants to stand around or sit down and talk. Or sit there and work. Today during philosophy class, I was scribbling notes and Jesse (sitting next to me) grabbed them. Then I stole them back, finished what I wanted to write for the time being, and handed it back to Jesse. He wrote his thoughts on the back. I was going to write back, but I wanted us to finish hearing the lecture and I was pretty sure that he didn’t have any classes immediately after philosophy, so I wrote a two-word note instead.Lunch next?He nodded.A few minutes later, Keith (who was on my other side), wrote me a note. “Do you have a class after this or can you do lunch?”The three of us went and had lunch and talked and scribbled things on paper and argued and talked some more. I think we all felt better when lunch was over. 
Some conversations are downright amusing, too. Noah (I had lunch with him and Courtney this morning before we headed to our 8 o’clock Bible class) got involved in a discussion on the Greek gods the other day. That is, Nathan and I were discussing Greek gods.Noah: “I go to a Greek church.”We looked at him and all three of us laughed, having no clue where the connection had been, aside from GREEK gods and the Eastern Orthodox church. So Nate and I checked to make sure that the Eastern Orthodox church does not promote worship of the Greek gods.By the way, if all the names are throwing you, don’t feel bad. Martha (a girl on my floor) has been complaining that I tell her stories about people and use their names as if she ought to know them. Maybe she ought to, but I don’t expect you all to learn everyone on campus’ name. Martha teases me all the time about being strange. Basically the night she met me I was looking up at the stars, and I was spinning around in circles to get a better view. Apparently it looked rather odd. Oh well. I’m quite willing to look odd to make friends.Anyway, I should cease from my random-ish stories and return to homework. Hopefully Katie has discovered what it is that we are supposed to be doing for English homework anyway…Have a great day!
Randomness September 2, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 2commentsGood news. Aaron fixed my internet yesterday. The moral of this story is that neat handwriting really is important. See, what happened was that someone wrote a 0 which looked like a D, but the computer reads them completely differently.
Anyway, yes, Aaron figured that out while I stood around in tech being generally unhelpful and talking to Marlin.
Marlin: “You shouldn’t have problems! It’s a mac!”
Thank you.
I got to meet the wives of the guys in my Greek class. That was fun. My Greek class basically is amazing. Actually, ALL of my classes are amazing, which is… well, I’d better not say amazing again. 
I am enjoying them all; not necessarily all of the homework, but the classes and the out-of-class discussion. I just came back from Bible class, which, unfortunately, is an 8 o’clock class. Maybe they do that on purpose though — the discussion is quite lively enough at that hour. For the most part.
I’m in a group for discussion the whole semester with Katie, Chris, and Zane. That makes two OPC kids, one PCA, and one Assembly of God. Could be interesting. We’re also all in the same group for the Genesis debate, which is fun, especially since it was not designed to be so by Dr. S.
Anyway, a not-so-lucid moment.
“I’m zaned out. Zoned out.” ~ Katie, having been looking at Zane’s nametag.
We made Zane’s day by informing him that it is our GROUP that has to do a 20-minute presentation, not each member of our group. The Bible class was also having some difficulties with scheduling. Keith pointed out that it showed that we were supposed to be in class when we were on Thanksgiving break.
Dr. S: “I expect you to come back early from Thanksgiving break for class.”
Keith: “We can do that.”
Dr. S: “With an attitude like that, you’re going to be awfully lonely.”
Ah yes… some other quotes I wrote down…
[In Hebrew class]
Dr. C’s insult: “You sorry diphthong.” (His disclaimer: “Don’t call anyone that… please… or if you do, don’t blame me.”)
“Don’t worry about the vocabulary, don’t write it down; please don’t.” ~ Dr. C, and it amused me for some reason.
[In Greek class]
Dr. W: “Um… Tony?”
Tony: “Yeah?”
Dr. W: “You know the other night… when you were almost run over… what was that… Friday? By a little red car?”
Tony: “Oh, yeah.”
Dr. W: *cough* “That was me, I’m really sorry about that.”
As if there aren’t few enough Biblical Language majors anyway! He really should not run over Tony!
Dr. W: *illustrating the gnomic present* “Tony lifts weights.”
Josh: [who, I think, is Tony’s roommate] *snicker*
Tony: “Shut up.”
Dr. W: “Has he been slacking off lately? Not lifting weights?”
Josh: “…Halo weights.”
One of the guys, trying to translate a rather tricky word (i.e., we don’t have an English equivalent). “Remain it!”
After Dr. W explaining a particularly nasty concept: “I need to marinate in that.” ~ Jeff.
[in Dagorhir]
Jason: *kneels down* *winces*
me: “Are you okay?”
Jason: “These [armour on his legs] need broken in. They’re cutting into my ankles. But I don’t feel like taking them off. Let’s play.”
Rachel: “Dag is one of those things where people get hit in the head and never say, Oh, I’m going to go sit out for a few minutes. They always say, Oh, I’m fine, let’s finish this game and then I’ll see how I’m doing.”
me: “Samwise, I love your shirt.” (It was this shirt, from Abort73.) A few minutes later, I realized… “You know, though, it is a bit of an odd shirt to wear to Dag.”
On Sunday I ended up in the guys’ dorm. (Honestly, it didn’t smell that bad, which is the main report I’d heard.) They were showing me rocks on the roof and various youtube videos. Doug played the accordion for us. Noah found the Went With the Wind videos (Part I… Part II) on youtube and he and I laughed about them. Doug and Nathan were fortunate enough never to have seen Gone With the Wind, so they had no idea what we were laughing at. Doug showed us videos from Brainiacs of cars blowing up etc. I asked something along the lines of, “Uh… why am I in here again?”
Nathan: “No one asked you to come.” *thinks about this* “Well, actually…”
me: “Yeah, I think that you did.”
And then I went back to the girls’ dorm and hung out in Bonnie and Katie’s room. Then we had dinner and evening church (it is REALLY nice to see some little kids again!!!) and then a bunch of us went over to the pastor’s house. We had a psalm sing, talked about weird dreams, watched people bash their heads against the light… good times.
Samuel: “He’s an idiot.”
Josh: “He’s actually a really nice kid.”
Samuel: “Oh, he is a really nice kid, but he’s also an idiot.”
Josh: “Samuel, ALL of your friends are idiots.”
Samuel: *looks over at me*
me: *backs up* “Samuel, sorry, but I don’t think I’m your friend any more!”
Samuel: “I was just going to say that you’re the exception to the rule!”
Josh: “You’re not very loyal!”
me: “I only met him once before! And okay, I am your friend.”
me: *throws a gummy bear at Samuel*
Samuel: “It would have helped if you had warned me.”
me: “You were looking at it!”
Samuel: “Try again.”
me: *does so*
Samuel: “It would have helped if you had thrown it somewhere near my mouth.”
Well, yeah.
Emma: “I’ve had dreams several times about being a serial killer.”
Keith and I: *look at each other*
me: “Keith, I apologize for introducing you to Emma.”
Anyway, I’d better head over to philosophy class and work on my Hebrew. (Unlike Greek, I didn’t do several days worth of homework for Hebrew. Yisrael did, though. He thought that we were having a quiz yesterday when it is in fact on Wednesday, so there was a moment of panic before class the other day, and we got him straightened out. As a side note, it is amusing… there are a bunch of people from my Hebrew class who I know better by their Hebrew than regular names.)
One last quote:Yesterday in L&T, Ket was trying to get the guys to be quiet. “Saggi! Toma! Max!”
Max needs a Hebrew name.
Update on Life August 28, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 2comments*cough* Exactly how am I supposed to get my computer to go online when, in order to do so, I need to download a program from online to make it go online… oh man… logic at its highest level, eh?
In other news.
Courtney and I were greatly amused while studying our Bible stuff last night. We were laying on the floor in her room writing away, and my brain apparently had shut down. I looked over at what she was working on. “You know,” I said, helpfully. “Part of the reason it’s taking you so much longer is because you’re writing so much more… small…ly… than I am.”
Courtney: *dying laughing* “The way you said small….ly… oh my….”
Then later I was studying with Martha. That is, we were… supposedly… studying. But then we started laughing. And then things kinda went downhill from there. We had a great time, though.
Tonight Jackie (Courtney’s sister) and I were studying Greek. Dr. W gave us 53 verses to parse between class Wednesday and class Friday. In case it doesn’t sound like a lot, it is. Anyway. There was some particularly pernicious looking verb and I was sort of staring at it.
Jackie: “Is it a… aorist…”
me: “Uh…”
Jackie: “Subjunctive….”
me: “Uh…”
Jackie: *cracking up* “Passive?”
us: *laughing*
Jackie: “Does such a thing EXIST??? Aorist subjunctive passive?”
me: “Was that ENGLISH???”
*we laugh about this and muddle onwards*
…a few minutes later…
me: “It does look like a subjunctive for sure.” *looks a bit more* “Passive subjunctive.”
Jackie: “Really????”
me: “Uh… it’s an aorist subjunctive passive.”
We’re hoping that Dr. W interrogates her on that particular verb. It was fun. And yes, I know, we’re nerds.
Another random quote:
Some of the people were introducing themselves yesterday. They were supposed to say their names and something cool about themselves.
“My name is Barnabas, and that is pretty much the cool thing about me.”
Barn and I ended up comparing shoe sizes at dinner last night, too. He thought that it was girls’ shoe sizes which ran two or so sizes bigger than guys and that thus our feet were the same size.
It’s really hard to actually get your feet flat against the feet of someone sitting across the table from you.
It also leads to people giving you really odd looks.
My Greek class got into an extended discussion on Wal*Mart the other day. We were supposed to be coming up with the verb “martano”, and none of us could think of it. We tried “marteo”, “marte-eh-o”, “marteomai”…
“Close, very close,” Dr. W kept saying.
Finally Tony gave up on it. “K-mart?”
“Wal*Mart?”
We started making Wal*Mart into a Greek verb for I shop.
“Walmartomen” ~ We are shopping.
“Wawalmartokmen”~ We have shopped.
Dr. W: “I saw this fascinating show the other day [a few minutes where he classified “fascinating”] and apparently the average number of types of items in a Wal*Mart is 100,000.”
everyone: “Wow.”
the four guys in the class: *go on and on and on*
us: *cough* “Greek…”
Dr. W: “Oh yes. Anyway.”
Tony: “Wait! I have to tell you all something!!!”
It’s an awfully social class.
I also got my assignment for the Creation debate. Literary framework.
Bleh.
Where is Antion when I could really use him…?
Oh well. It’s gonna be good.
And, Ket, in case you’re reading this, I killed Jason yesterday. I was so proud of myself. It made playing in the rather chilly rain quite worth it.
August 26, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , add a commentToday I had an 8 o’clock Bible class, and then my philosophy class later on. They look like good classes. It is SO lovely to have so many other OPC kids around. And if they aren’t OPC, a lot of them are RPCNA or PCA… ahhh.
This led to a rather amusing conversation at dinner tonight. (And the food seriously is not bad. Some of it’s not great, but there are plenty of options.)
Ally and I were talking about something or another, like how many OP and RP kids there are, etc, etc, etc.
Nicole (who I had gone to dinner with — she’s on my floor): *stares at us* “WHAT are you talking about? I’m completely lost! With all these RP’s and OP’s and P’s…”
Rachel (who had joined us for dinner, as had Lacey and Ally): “THANK YOU!”
Ally: *choking and laughing*
me: *laughing*
Ally: *explains the whole RPCNA-OPC-PCA-PCUSA deal without coming up for air*
everyone: “Uhh… thanks?”
I found it extremely amusing… obviously… and I think that Ally did too. I told them that I think they’ll get it.
This morning I got to talk between classes with Sarah (who I know from the Reformation service) and Samwise for a while… mostly just random talking, but it was nice.
Tonight I’m planning to go play cards with Rachel and Lacey for a while, and then there is a worship thing. But I need to find out where it is.
And then… bed? Who knows? It seems like a bunch of girls in my hall get more talkative at night, so we may hang out for a while talking. And then my first class tomorrow is at 10:10.
Hurray!
A Bit of Randomness from College August 21, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 3commentsFirstly, to anyone who is unhappy because my computer access is rather… random… I should hopefully be getting my computer back on Monday. I apologize in the meantime.
I’m currently down in the media center of the library, which is a GREAT place… problem is, I’m having so much fun talking to the other people down here that it’s rather distracting!
This afternoon I ate lunch across from a guy who looked awfully familiar.
“Hi,” I said. “I think that I’ve met you and should probably know your name. I’m Anya.”
He gave me a somewhat odd look. “I’m Don.”
Oh?
“I think I ate breakfast with you yesterday.”
Oh. Yeah.
Episode V of Star Wars is going down here.
Luke: “My sister is… Leia…???”
me: “How observant.”
other girl working down here (I don’t remember her name, but I know it’s NOT Becca): “YES! I mean… the only other girl on the show!!!!”
^_^
Warning August 17, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 6commentsLook at this. I’m posting (on the 17th) about my birthday (which is on the 18th). I’ve been yelled at in the past for not giving people any advance warning. I can’t believe that I’m going to be 18. And yes, I need to pack for college. And yes, I need to finish moving my pictures onto a DVD from the other computer. And I’m sure that there are a bunch of other things that I need to do… But right now I’m not too concerned about it. I am working on another post, but I’d hate to get killed right before I go to college for the simple reason of neglecting to warn you all. Goodnight.
Various Ramblings. August 15, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 5comments |
Currently ListeningMuch Afraid By Jars of Clay Portrait of an Apology/Truce |
Today I was working on transferring some old pictures to this new computer and… well… it was kind of fun. Rather old pictures from my first year of quizzing. They brought back a lot of memories. Things like, “Brittany quizzed??? I didn’t remember that!” and “Oh NO, I remember the day that they wore that…” and “Oh wow! What do you know! I still remember the answer to this question!!!”
And then I cracked up. There was a video from the last quiz of that very last year. And I apparently needed three questions to quiz out, and got 18 and 19. Griffin, very encouragingly, said, “Get number 20 now!!”
The quizmaster, very discouragingly, said, “Question number 20 is a quote.”
Griffin: “Oh.”
Yes, that pretty much covered it.
But I just laughed today.It was weird, too, seeing people in the pictures and the videos and thinking, “Huh, that was before we were friends…” or “Oh, I wonder how she’s doing…”
In other news, Dad and I went on a bike ride today. Lovely weather for it! But it’s incredible how much longer the ride home seems than the ride away from home.
Mom says that I should post about Taliesin, but I’m not really sure what to post…I can’t believe that I’m going to college on Tuesday. I can’t believe that my friends are going off to college. We’re too young; this is something that happens to older kids… And then it sinks in, Oh my, I AM an older kid.
This being rather like when Madeline and I realized that WE were the oldest kids in the room and ought, perhaps, to be acting with maturity… yeah. Crazy, isn’t it?
Various other people have told me how crazy it seems to them for me to be going to college, yet I feel pretty safe in saying that it can hardly be as odd for them as it is for me.
And finally, stolen from diehardcubsfans.blogspot.com… (I’ve read more of them than six.)
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen (read)
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien (read)
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte (read)
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee (read)
6 The Bible (read)
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell (read)
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens (I may have read this… but I don’t think so.)
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott (read)
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy (read)
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. The Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien (read)
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger (Unfortunately.)
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot (Also unfortunately, I’m surprised that I didn’t die of boredom.)21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald (bleh)
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams (read, of course. Or memorized.)
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Thanks to Peter and Andune and my honors class, but it was good!)
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (I probably did read this, but I’m not positive.)
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame (read)
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens (read)
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis (read)
34 Emma - Jane Austen (read)
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis (Not sure why this isn’t included in no. 33, but…)
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne (Um… I’m pretty sure I read that)
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell (read)
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery (read)
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert (read, and very worth reading)
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen (read)
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens (read)
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon (Oh yes. And refer to it quite often.)
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck (read)
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas (Again, Andune…)
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie -
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens (Oh gracious, no. I started it, and fortunately, did NOT have to finish it.)
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker (Hooray for Abby!)
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett (read)
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens (read)
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White (read)
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (read)
90 The Faraway Tree Collection
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery (read)
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams (read)
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas (read)
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl (read)
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo (My apologies, Peter… I haven’t read this one. Yet.)
Goodnight, world.
Plan Bwhahahahahaha August 13, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 6commentsIt started rather innocently. Peter from youth group said something about that he should come over and cook on one of our infamous Tuesday nights. Here’s part from what I wrote about it to a friend of mine this afternoon. …Tonight is going to be FUN. The one kid from youth group — Peter,who has adopted himself into our family (I think that he’s 13), is coming over to cook dinner. However, only Mom and I know about this plan. *evil grin* See, the way it happened was this. Every Tuesday night, it is Dad’s turn to cook. Tuesday night cooks have become rather a family joke. Anyway, Peter knows all about Tuesdays. He also loves cooking. Sooo… we cooked up an evil plan involving him coming over to our house… just showing up one night… and saying, “Oh please, no need to trouble yourself… I shall cook dinner tonight.” (Peter has quite a flair for drama.) I mentioned this to Mom, just as something that he and I had been joking about, and she said, “Well, why not? That would be a lot of fun!” And thus Plan Bwhahahahaha was born… It’s really fun, since tonight will be my last youth group and that is not pleasing to Peter… And I know that today is Wednesday, not Tuesday. We had to modify the plan a bit since it turned out that it would work better for Peter to come on Wednesday so that we could take him to youth group. We decided that he could show up and say, “…I heard about dinner last night and I have come to show you How It Ought To Be Done.” As a matter of fact, we ended up having cheeseless stromboli last night. So all the better for The Plan. So. This should be fun. A really hysterical part of this entire operation is that Peter has been calling me to check on details. 1) It is REALLY hard to explain to everyone else in the family WHY he keeps calling! I have to latch onto some silly thing that he said and just roll my eyes about why he had to call to tell me that. 2) When I am put on the phone, he says, “Agent….” Today it went this way. “Agent… We have a problem.” (I was afraid that he was going to say that he couldn’t come!!!! That would have been almost tragic!) “Our electricity has gone out, so I can’t do all the prep work that I was planning to at home. I think I’ll have to come earlier.” He is of course completely welcome to come earlier. He took a deep breath. “This is the snag which must be overcome with skill and timing.” Peter is an extremely amusing person! … Now that the plan has come off, I can say, TRIUMPH! Peter made a FANTASTIC dinner. He and I just kept cracking up. It was definitely the most fun I’ve had on a prank since the infamous GopherBrane one. Wow. It was a blast.And really good food. :)
I Love My Brother August 12, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 1 comment so farIt’s a long ride from home to camp. And it’s hard to wait till we get there.
This year, to while away the time, Ibey and I somehow got started on a reenactment of The Iliad and The Odyssey. I think that it started with a question which he had about Odysseus’ bed.
Anyway. It was hilarious. I am so sorry that we didn’t record the entire thing. Ib was Odysseus and I was for the most part everyone else.
Let’s see… what can I remember here… *dredges through the deep dark recesses of trivia in my head*
We got to the Cyclops right about the same time we got to the Subway. Appetizing, that. Miss Dance and Miss Dog Lover were something less than thrilled when the moment we got back to the car we said, “Where were we? Oh yes… CRUNCH CRUNCH.” *evil grin* I guess that’s what little brothers are for…
Aah, this is annoying. There were bunches of the most fantastic quotes and I can’t think of them…This one was the take-all winner though. I was being the swineherd and Ib was (of course) Odysseus.
Odysseus: ”So how is Laertes (his father) doing?”
Swineherd: ”I’m afraid that actually he isn’t doing that well.”
Odysseus: ”Oh…”
Swineherd: ”Actually, he’s dying… of a broken heart… over his lost son, Odysseus…”
Odysseus: *GASP* ”Oh my D——–goodness!”
At that point, our backseat drama was interrupted by a good deal of laughter. Ibey explained that he had forgotten that Odysseus hasn’t revealed at that point who he is and had almost said, “Oh my Dad!!!” It was the single most hysterical part of the whole thing.
Flames and Opera August 8, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 2commentsApparently someone got the bright idea that if I die, I won’t be able to go to college. My pastor immediately set to work on this plan, going for the “spoiling to death” plan.Tonight he and his wife took me out to dinner! It was lovely. (No straw papers being blown at me from the direction of Ibey. No knives being leveled at me with machine gun noises coming, once again, from the direction of Ib.) There was a fire though. And I jumped. (Who wouldn’t jump when their dessert goes up in flames? Okay, I knew that it was going to go up in flames, but I didn’t know that the flames would be five feet high.)I was laughed at, too. :) Then we went to their house and ended up watching Phantom of the Opera. Our pastor’s wife was thinking of movies to watch. ”We could watch Facing the Giants or Amazing Grace,” she suggested.”Um…” I said. ”I think that we still have your Amazing Grace sitting in our cupboard.”So that wasn’t going to work.It was a good movie… rather dark and scary, heavy on symbolism, but great singing and pretty fun to analyze (more straightforward than, say, Matrix).That reminds me… I think I’m going to do a post on things homeschoolers could sue over. But that’s not very related.Anyway. It was a lovely night. I felt like a princess.But I don’t think I’m going to the opera any time soon. :)
