I totally just hacked Crisanta's blog because she hasn't posted in forever and she must be taught a lesson! So here's her password and her deepest, darkest secret: I<3GtownCupcake. Who saw that one coming, right? Anyway as I sit here while she unknowingly does work next to me, I present to you a photo series entitled, "Crisanta: A series of photos".
Crisanta deep in thought Crisanta working on the roof Crisanta outside her not so favorite cupcake place, Baked and Wired Crisanta's red shoe posing with my Georgetown shoe Crisanta upside down with face paint at the basketball game Crisanta from above...with blue hair Crisanta and I: Best Buddies at the B-Ball...B-game
I hope you all enjoyed this photo series but now I must relinquish control to Crisanta as she is threatening me with her multiple knifes on her new knife rack. If I survive, I'll try to make sure she posts more! Adios. AAAAAAHHHHHH KNIFE IN THE LEG! YOU'LL NEVER SEE YOUR PRECIOUS COMPUTER AGAIN! NO, NOT THE BIG KNIFE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOODJFOERFOJHWEFFHRFOEAUODSUJO;XZJIHR;EHSD;
ME: "What does that mean?! It doesn't mean anything. It sounds like something George Bush would say." ME: Anne Richards was made of awesome. the end. R--: haha! R--: lol, i'm not sure if bush is goin to go down as the worst president (i say middle to lower)...but he will go down as the most contemporaneously hated ME: indeed. in a way that's almost better than going down as worst ME: or worse, depending on perspective R--: haha R--: i mean he's no harding, hoover, or Johnson R--: (Thats andrew johnson) R--: more proof you really cant rank certain things R--: presidents being one of them ME: true ME: doesn't mean you can't play favourites. i think bush might be my favourite lower-middling bad president R--: haha!!! ME: bush playing basketball in ireland ME: hilarious ME: this is why he's my favourite bad president! R--: and dancing in africa ME: omg, i know R--: its the "i dont care what you think" camera shots that are priceless
Remember when I said the cut was good enough? I lied. It's horrible. Horrible and brutal, and it's going to take a long time to grow out enough to be okay. It will take longer to grow out enough for me to go looking for another stylist who can handle a razor. I've already gotten some recommendations, though.
Second, an interlude of dog blogging:
Today Mister Bones and I went on an expedition to find balls for his found ball collection. We only found one - a Darth Vader Basketball. He played with it in the front yard - running with his back legs and controlling the ball with his front legs and mouth. I had to go retrieve it from the street, the neighbours yard, the street again, and the other neighbours yard. Finally he punctured it! And then his mouth got stuck, because he'd inadvertently created a vacuum with his teeth. But my dad and I pulled it off and deflated some of the air so it wouldn't happen again. After that he took a break and had some ice water before going back to closely supervising my dad as he washed the car. Mister Bones helps my dad wash the car by sitting in the backseat after the backseat has been vacuumed. Also, Mister Bones recently got a doggy pool, but more about that later.
Third, there also may be more about this later:
By 'this', I mean something very loosely (barely) connected with the video.
Fourth, dispatches from church:
We're going trilingual soon, which is cool. The third language will be vietnamese. Also, the vietnamese community in my parish recently ordered a statue from Italy and placed it in the chapel where the tabernacle is located. There are two candle boxes on either side, which means that now we are finally a real Catholic Church, because we weren't before. The end.
Okay, so this week has sort of been a disaster, schedule wise. Memorizing the Talmud passages for my Jewish Ethics midterm paid off, because they were definitely a significant portion of the test. However, if we got the midterm back today, I wouldn't know, because I wasn't there. I was able to reschedule half of the approximately five hundred million things I had due this week, but that was cancelled out by getting sick. Stupid weather fluctuations.
Anyway, I am actually going to attend a Georgetown basketball game. For the first time ever. Technically, this will even be my first basketball game ever. It's sort of an anthropological experiment: one day my dad called me. He has discovered Georgetown basketball. So, he calls me, and he's like - Crisanta! You should go to a basketball game! Because your school has a good basketball team! And there is a student section! And all the students sit together! And they wear these shirts that say 'We Are Georgetown'! And, because they're sitting together, it's like they are georgetown! Together! At the basketball game!
A kid in my philosophy class is going to be out of town, and was kind enough to give me a ticket; the game is at noon, which means I have to get up at like eight thirty or nine in the morning. I don't know how people do that, because really - there is a reason why I'm in college and not gainfully employed with the kind of job that would pay-the-bills. But, on the other hand, I've been very very lazy about dyeing my hair lately, so this gives me enough motivation to do that. [A related story- a week or so ago I saw H----- who lived on my floor freshman year. I hadn't seen him in about two years, and the first thing he says after 'Hello' is 'Why isn't your hair coloured?' See, this is a problem.]
Also, I secretly like the We Are Georgetown shirt and want an excuse to buy one.
Crisanta from above...with blue hair
Crisanta and I: Best Buddies at the B-Ball...B-game
