D2 Party-Times!

This morning, I had to undertake a complicated mission to get a few of my textbooks for my Political Theory class, which my dad had had possession of and agreed to send to me to loan for the semester, since I didn't need to buy them since we had them already (basically, The Federalist Papers, and The Marx-Engels Reader, lol . . . :-P). Mrs. Nowak had come down for one of Greg's swim meets-- the DePauw (+some other random people) vs. Washington University swim meet-- and agreed to take the books down for me. The Hinmans-- including Matt, since he's on the team, too-- were there, and so I sat and talked for a while, and watched Greg's relay race. Ahh, swimming, how I recall those days . . . it was interesting being on the spectator side of that all, and baking instead of being freaking freezing and tired, lol . . .

I got *milked* today (great word choice, Lisa, lol . . . ); Anu was insistent on pushing my Caesar salad off of the table and onto my lap, and I kept catching it, at dinner-- but then Keith helped him, and I tried to catch the open Milk Chug, and it went flying into the air, spinning and flipping and spraying me all over, and catching Lisa, too.

Tonight was the D2 International Dance Party, meant for floor bonding. I think it turned out pretty well, I think . . .

Lisa and I learned (cursorily) how to salsa dance. It was pretty easy, I guess; I was no better at it than I was the polka, last year, however. Heh heh, lol . . .

There were samosas and spring rolls, but they were gone in about sixty seconds (yeah, like that movie, lol . . . ). I also did the party no-no and set down my glass and left it unattended and then came back and drank from it-- and then also gave some to Lisa, lol . . . *is raped.* :-P

Ha ha, not on D2 . . .

Once the party started, we had to (literally) drag Keith, Henry, and Anu in. Then it was back-and-forth battle all night to get them to 1) stay in the room and 2) dance. At one point, Keith thought he could sneak out. He thought he'd be clever, and go out the wrong door, and go around the room, but I caught on to that pretty quickly, and went out the right door, and caught him on his way to his room. So we meet in the middle and he cries out "Oh, shit!" and takes off the Lisa/Patricia/me side of the hall-- the opposite from his room. He goes barrelling down this hall, through this crowd of people, standing outside the party, who shriek and scatter, and I come tearing after him-- and then he careens down the stairs, out the door (hitting a wall and bruising his finger quite marvelously), and through the mud, in his socks, and three-quarters of the way to Wohl Center, the student meal place. I stop about one-fourth of the way there, and just cry out desperately, "YOU'RE A PSYCHO!!!"-- and it echoes all the way around campus-- and this Korean kid talking on his cell phone walking by just stares at me, and I go, "Hi."

So then we walk convivially back to the party, and he even dances for a while :-P lol . . .

They played a lot of songs I didn't know, and a lot of the traditional "gee, I know this, but I really don't like this . . . " fare-- but then they also played, last, but not least, "Numanuma," in English (???-- I didn't know they made it like that! I insisted on singing it in Romanian, since that's the way I know it, lol-- and "Blue (Da Ba Di)"-- yea! ^_^

I have a lot to do tomorrow. I don't really know what happened today. It couldn't have been the swim meet . . . I don't know . . .

D2 Party-Times!

This morning, I had to undertake a complicated mission to get a few of my textbooks for my Political Theory class, which my dad had had possession of and agreed to send to me to loan for the semester, since I didn't need to buy them since we had them already (basically, The Federalist Papers, and The Marx-Engels Reader, lol . . . :-P). Mrs. Nowak had come down for one of Greg's swim meets-- the DePauw (+some other random people) vs. Washington University swim meet-- and agreed to take the books down for me. The Hinmans-- including Matt, since he's on the team, too-- were there, and so I sat and talked for a while, and watched Greg's relay race. Ahh, swimming, how I recall those days . . . it was interesting being on the spectator side of that all, and baking instead of being freaking freezing and tired, lol . . .

I got *milked* today (great word choice, Lisa, lol . . . ); Anu was insistent on pushing my Caesar salad off of the table and onto my lap, and I kept catching it, at dinner-- but then Keith helped him, and I tried to catch the open Milk Chug, and it went flying into the air, spinning and flipping and spraying me all over, and catching Lisa, too.

Tonight was the D2 International Dance Party, meant for floor bonding. I think it turned out pretty well, I think . . .

Lisa and I learned (cursorily) how to salsa dance. It was pretty easy, I guess; I was no better at it than I was the polka, last year, however. Heh heh, lol . . .

There were samosas and spring rolls, but they were gone in about sixty seconds (yeah, like that movie, lol . . . ). I also did the party no-no and set down my glass and left it unattended and then came back and drank from it-- and then also gave some to Lisa, lol . . . *is raped.* :-P

Ha ha, not on D2 . . .

Once the party started, we had to (literally) drag Keith, Henry, and Anu in. Then it was back-and-forth battle all night to get them to 1) stay in the room and 2) dance. At one point, Keith thought he could sneak out. He thought he'd be clever, and go out the wrong door, and go around the room, but I caught on to that pretty quickly, and went out the right door, and caught him on his way to his room. So we meet in the middle and he cries out "Oh, shit!" and takes off the Lisa/Patricia/me side of the hall-- the opposite from his room. He goes barrelling down this hall, through this crowd of people, standing outside the party, who shriek and scatter, and I come tearing after him-- and then he careens down the stairs, out the door (hitting a wall and bruising his finger quite marvelously), and through the mud, in his socks, and three-quarters of the way to Wohl Center, the student meal place. I stop about one-fourth of the way there, and just cry out desperately, "YOU'RE A PSYCHO!!!"-- and it echoes all the way around campus-- and this Korean kid talking on his cell phone walking by just stares at me, and I go, "Hi."

So then we walk convivially back to the party, and he even dances for a while :-P lol . . .

They played a lot of songs I didn't know, and a lot of the traditional "gee, I know this, but I really don't like this . . . " fare-- but then they also played, last, but not least, "Numanuma," in English (???-- I didn't know they made it like that! I insisted on singing it in Romanian, since that's the way I know it, lol-- and "Blue (Da Ba Di)"-- yea! ^_^

I have a lot to do tomorrow. I don't really know what happened today. It couldn't have been the swim meet . . . I don't know . . .

Psychologist Test and Music Survey!

For the Psychologists in our midst (Pats . . . and Lisa, since you're taking the course, too . . . or anyone, really!):

You scored as Humanistic. The most optimistic of psychologists, you believe all people have the capability to function normally within them. The power to change is internal. However, feelings of inadequacy often prevent this. Therapy involves the unconditional support of patients, listening and encouraging as they seek the answers to their problems within themselves, at their own pace. </td> Humanistic 85% Psychoanalytic 80% Cognitive 80% Physiobiological 55% Behaviorism 45% What Type of Psychologist Are You? created with QuizFarm.com

Then, have fun with this! Yea, new songs from Lisa (though this includes the old ones, too)!

Step 1: Put your media player on random.
Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 25 26 songs that play.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from.

( The Songs! )

Psychologist Test and Music Survey!

For the Psychologists in our midst (Pats . . . and Lisa, since you're taking the course, too . . . or anyone, really!):

You scored as Humanistic. The most optimistic of psychologists, you believe all people have the capability to function normally within them. The power to change is internal. However, feelings of inadequacy often prevent this. Therapy involves the unconditional support of patients, listening and encouraging as they seek the answers to their problems within themselves, at their own pace. </td> Humanistic 85% Psychoanalytic 80% Cognitive 80% Physiobiological 55% Behaviorism 45% What Type of Psychologist Are You? created with QuizFarm.com

Then, have fun with this! Yea, new songs from Lisa (though this includes the old ones, too)!

Step 1: Put your media player on random.
Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 25 26 songs that play.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from.

( The Songs! )