The Shouting

So.  It has been a largely uneventful weekend, barring occasional bouts of semi-hysterical laughter when Andy and I have one of those unnervingly in-sinc thought processes that turn into words that continually baffle the people we are talking to, resulting in a largely-incoherent explanation.  We have watched lots and lots of things on Netflix, like Doctor Who and The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, both of which are awesome.
So yeah, largely uneventful.
However, recently, we have been hearing large amounts of random shouting from outside my window.  Every time we open them to look out to laugh at those who are drunk enough to go around at night, in the cold, shouting, we cannot seem to see them.  We end up looking at each other and laughing our heads off.  Pretty fun and very collegey.  Let me describe it to you.
The Shouting has been indistinct.
The Shouting has been near our dorm, in the middle of campus.
The Shouting is hilarious.
The Shouting is by some stupid fraternity.
The Shouting is out of our sight, although I would wish otherwise, if only to be able to see who I am laughing at.
As I said, very collegey.  It has pretty much made my night.  The only reason it has not is the fact that Andy has the soundtracks to both 'How to Train Your Dragon' and 'Sherlock Holmes: 2009' on her iPod and that is what we are listening to.  So yeah, pretty good night.

Last Thursday, on a slightly, yet completely different note, I had a Psychology test.  Thanks to my foresight of taking what is probably the exact same class in High School, I am doing quite well in this class.  The tests are easier than AP Psych, in case you were curious. 
That is not the point, however.  The point is that I had a test in this class, and it was easy.  You see, there was this one problem, about how you can sense something, but not perceive it.  The question wanted the term for that in regards to sight, but I forgot the precise term.  Not wanting to spend any more time than necessary in the classroom, as we got to leave when we were finished, I naturally did the next best thing and used a term from Doctor Who in it.  Perception Filter.  It was completely amazing.  It definitely made my day.  Then I had lunch with my mom, which was quite nice, as she had Inception and was feeding me.

The Shouting just went by the library.  Which is next to my dorm.  I could see Them.  It was quite amusing.

Anyways, after lunch with my mom, I went to my next class, where I was told we were watching a movie in the next class, and that we could lay down, bring blankets and pillows, and even popcorn!  Assuming, of course, that the Science building has microwaves on the nursing floor.  Or that you can make popcorn in your dorm with out the fire alarms going off.

And, speaking of the nursing floor in the Science building, there are mannequins there that completely freak me out.  They just lie there, mouths open, looking like leftover props from the pilot episode of Nu Who.  No, really, that's what they look like.  I have to walk past them to get to and from class, and I keep expecting them to get up and try to kill me.  I'm serious!  They are Freaky!  I walked past on Thursday, and one of them was disassembled and the arm was lying on the table with its hand pointed towards the door and in a sort of curled motion and I thought I was gonna die!  I don't like it and I am glad I'm not in Nursing.  Although, I would be an amazing nurse.  I'd have an awesome bedside manner.  I'm just very nice like that.

So that's it, I think.  If I can get a picture of the Shouting, I'll post it here.  Maybe.

Tea and Across the Universe

So.  My friend Andy is meditating with tea.  Normally, I would not find this strange, and I don't really find it strange, to tell the truth.  It's just that she never does this, not really.  It's also a fact that it is usually me meditating with tea.  It's usually me who is keeping everyone at the dinner table whilst I finish my tea.  So, of course, I teased her about it.  She was very indignant.  I laughed.  Check out her version here: http://theincoherentbabbleofanoveractivemind.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-benefits-of-tea-and-imagination.html

Also, today Andy and I watched Across the Universe.  It was absolutely beautiful.  I would definitely recommend it to anyone who hasn't seen it and enjoys the Beatles.  It spoke to me on some level, what with how the female lead reacted to the Vietnam War after her boyfriend was killed there and her brother got drafted.  Or maybe it was just the music.  It was probably a combination of the two.

No Iffy Middle-Ground

So.  Today Andy and I had a brief discussion about Twilight.

Well, let me give you some background.  Recently in my English class, we have been discussing monsters, both the human and non-human variety.  Today, we had a speaker, the author of the book On Monsters, Steven Asma.  He was a very nice, intelligent man, who thought about the questions he was posed and seemed comfortable answering them.  He mentioned, during a discussion on vampires (who, I believe are BOTH human and non-human) that his niece had recently made him watch one of the Twilight movies with him.  He knew almost nothing about these books, but had formed the opinion that pre-teens like the Twilight Saga because it makes abstinence a viable option and gives them an attractive alternative to sex.  Now this, I believe, is a perfectly logical thought to have if one has not read the actual books.  When informed that the author is a member of the Church of Latter-Day Saints, I believe his opinion changed somewhat.  He never actually said anything of the sort, but that is what I believe.

Then, at dinner, I told Andy about this.  We had a brief, yet delightful, conversation about how Asma's theory is only viable if one has not read the books, as Bella spends most of Eclipse trying to get Edward to sleep with her.  And, considering the fact that Edward routinely climbed through Bella's window and watched her sleep before they started dating, it also gives us the fact that the Twilight Saga does not inform young, impressionable girls about healthy relationships.  Edward is a creeper, plain and simple.
The only way I would allow a boy to climb through my window is if we're in a serious, committed relationship, or are completely platonic.  No iffy middle-ground allowed.

My Great Big Adventure (that was actually kind of small. And not really mine.)

So.  Today was very interesting.  It started out quite normally, actually.  I got up at a reasonable hour, and went to breakfast with a friend down the hall.  Andy.  (You can read her blog here: http://theincoherentbabbleofanoveractivemind.blogspot.com/ )  It is really her adventure, but I was there, so I will tell my side of it.  First, there was no cranberry juice in the dining hall.  While this is not a great travesty to me, it was to Andy, for she drinks cranberry juice constantly.  She is practically addicted.  Then, there was no milk.  This is not as big a deal as the lack of cranberry juice, apparently, but it is still a terrible thing.

The day went on easily enough until lunch.  The lunch itself was delicious, but after, as we were leaving the pizza place, Andy discovered her keys were missing.  They had made a bid for escape.  In a slight panic, we retraced our steps.  Twice.  It took about an hour.  Then, we thought to talk to our RA, who informed us that not only had she done the same thing last year, but that we should call the Security.  We did so, and a female voice told us that they had them in the Security Office.  We then went down there, after getting a bit lost, whereupon we find that not only has the Officer there not received any calls, but there are no women there at the time and there was no way a woman could have answered the phone!  *PHONE GHOST!*  But in the end, we got her keys back, and, as the great say: all's well that ends well!