Doesn't have a point of view
9.14.2003
early morning mutterings
It's no longer the early morning, but it was when I thought of what to write in today's blog.
I woke up today to do the laundry. Lately I've been troubled because I haven't been wanting to listen to music. For a person who feels like her life is defined by music, this is a concern. The Presidents of the United States of America's song about the frog jumping on the stage was in my head when I woke up. Maybe it was a sign that Karina was going to call.
Because of this song in my head, I put my velvet teen cd into my computer. Ahh, how nice it was to hear a cd again. Whenever I listen to it, I am reminded of the time that Jewett went to the college cabin. It was dark out and pouring down rain. I rode in Sarah's car squished between Becky and Tom. Tom brought the cd to play in the car, but everyone objected to it except for me. It felt so warm in the car because we were all bundled up and carrying pillows in preparation for sleeping at the cabin. I love riding in cars, especially in the dark and especially in the rain.
Last night I went to play Bingo with my housemates. It was awesome. I now proudly own a bingo dauber-- a ink tube used to dot the bingo cards. The people there said they couldn't believe that people our age would go to bingo. When we left, one woman told us that we need to go find some boys.
The night before that, I went over the the Asian Studies House for their Moon Festival dessert potluck. I made kanten with Mandarin oranges. They forced me into playing red rover with them. It's a pretty bizarre and painful game. They also talked me into going over to the TEK (japanese house) to watch Lilo and Stich. I was shivering when I came back and I felt very weak. I took a long shower in the upstairs bathroom and deduced that I had a fever. I was a little scared but I woke up feeling much better.
That's my weekend story. Time for that enviro essay that I talked about earlier. Tomorrow I'm going to Umatilla National Forest with my class. I'll tell you, dear blogger, about it later.
Oh! One more thing. I got a radio show but it turns out I can only play 3 songs/hour by the same artist. So much for Breakfast with the Beatles. I'm still going to try it by alternating between solo work and group work. E-mail me if you have any suggestions on what I can do the save my show.
