January 31, 2011
January 30, 2011
- Getting things notarized. WHY? What does that even prove or do? I just don’t understand the concept. All I know is that it means I have to figure out where to go to get something notarized, and then walk to the library, and I just don’t see why it’s necessary.
- 3D movies. Umm, does no one else realized that this is just a way for movie companies to make more money? Or that $10 is ALREADY too much to pay to watch a movie, so why should we pay an extra $5 just to get some weird plastic glasses? (Although my cousin, who is in 8th grade and would know these things, told me that all the cool kids poke the lenses out of them and wear them as nerd glasses. So glad I'm in the know.) Mostly, I don't like that now EVERY new movie has to be 3D.
- Venti-sized drinks. Or coffee with extra espresso shots added. Really? Just sleep like a normal person, please.
- Radio commercials. Or commercials before those Vevo Youtube videos, or when you’re watching TV shows online. Or let's just say any commercials. Can’t you please just give us some peace, advertisers?
- This one stop sign that’s just outside church. It really is an absolutely pointless stop sign, and it backs traffic up so you sit in your car for 5-10 minutes just to get out of the church parking lot. My housemate Margaret said that sometimes the elders put a plastic bag over the stop sign on Sundays. I think this is an excellent idea.
- Basically any show on TLC. Except, the sad part is, even though I realize how unnecessary they are, that does not stop their addictive powers. I mean, you have to see what dress she ends up getting. Or the new outfit. Or…whatever. Let’s just say that it is probably a very good thing that we don’t have cable…
January 29, 2011
January 27, 2011
January 26, 2011
[photo by my wonderful housemate, Madeline Lewis]
January 25, 2011
And then there's Lil P-Nut:
And, of course, How To Talk To Girls and Isabella Nataline...
We will probably be doing this all night. Sad but true.
January 24, 2011
- Only one class...which lasted only an hour and a half instead of 2 hours and 45 minutes like it's supposed to (added bonus: our teacher told us "Souljaboy has really captured my heart recently.")
- Birthday cake (which I ate immediately after going to the gym. Counterproductive? ...or just taking advantage of increased metabolism? I vote the latter.)
- Legitimate dinner (Baked chicken, rice and green beans. Take that, Easy Mac.)
- Small group. Which took place in a kumbayah circle around popcorn and candles. And sharing our lives and reading Deuteronomy and talking for way. too. long. Per usual.
January 23, 2011
dreamed, and what if in your dreams you went to
heaven and there you plucked a strange and
beautiful flower, and what if when you awoke you
had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?"
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Biographia Literaria (1817)
January 22, 2011
Quote Love: "The possible's slow fuse is lit by the imagination." - Emily Dickinson
This morning, I tripped up the stairs. While holding a full cup of coffee. Which went everywhere, of course. And the saddest part was that I was completely alone in the house, so there was no one to laugh about it with. (So you can definitely laugh at/with me right now if you'd like...Ready, go.) Here's the mess I made:
January 20, 2011
January 19, 2011
Y'all, guess what? I get to read Young Adult literature this semester. Twelve books. Of my choice. For class. This is seriously wonderful news.
Today was the first day of classes, but I have a funny schedule (because that's how the Education School works), so my only class, Young Adult Literature (clever name, no?) was at 7pm. And let me just be honest for a second...I'm in the Ed School, and I'm glad I am, but all the classes I've taken for it so far are, well, kind of obvious. And with so much focus on things like types of instruction and adolescent development and methods and whatnot (admittedly, necessary things, but it's all mechanics, if you know what I mean). So, this evening, after a day of puttering/everyone-else-has-gone-back-to-class-but-I-technically-haven't-and-that's-weird, I walked into this class and along the wall there was a long table piled with all these books. And for the first bit of class, we got to pick a few to just flip through, and there were all these books that I recognized, ones that I've loved or owned before, and it was just like...yes. This is what I'm doing.
I'm just glad I finally get to start delving into the English Education part of "my content area is Secondary English Education." And that I can unashamedly read books that I avoid because I feel like they're too young for my age group (...so that they've become my guilty pleasure. Like Sarah Dessen.) Aaaand that I can have something fun to read to balance my Shakespeare and Contemporary Ethnic Women’s Fiction classes.
So. Any suggestions for what I should read?
[image via We Heart It]
January 18, 2011
Now I have a really strong desire to
1. Plagiarize (...kidding?)
2. Go to Portland
3. Listen to Flags on repeat
4. BE Brooke Fraser.
In the mean time, while I'm still here being me, things are a-flurry with day-before-back-to-classes preparations. (Actually, I'm just assuming they are, because I have hardly left my room this morning...only to go downstairs to get some coffee and put some laundry in.) But I know I have a list of things to get done, such as buy books and get groceries and meet someone for coffee at 3, I'm assuming everyone else does too, given what an over-achieving place this is. However, I cannot do any of this until my laundry is done because I have no jeans. Ha.
But here's to the last day of Christmas break!
...and Brooke really is one of my favorite artists.
January 16, 2011
January 15, 2011
Well. We said kwaheri to Kenya and then set off for our forty hours in Addis Ababa. It was familiar, busy, a rush, stressful, nostalgic, home but now removed. It's hard going to back to a home where there is no longer the connection of family binding you there, but at the same time it is lovely to be recognized and known by so many people who know and share that life.
Anyway, seventeen hours worth of last night were spent on one plane -- we left Addis at 12am and arrived at Dulles at 9:30am...but about eight extra hours of time change was somehow shoved in there. Then a two hour drive through cold scenery and broad, dappled winter skies, and here I am, back at school. And I had told myself I would stay up til 10, and I have succeeded...barely. So I must say good night for now, but I promise I'll show you more of Addis tomorrow!
p.s. some winter songs to help me readjust to the cold... :]
[image via We Heart It]
January 12, 2011
- Leave for the airport at 11pm
- Check-in at midnight
- Kill lots and lots of time in the Jomo Kenyatta Airport. Which, as an airport, is weirdly long and kind of grotty. But there is a Java House (and their Malinid Macchiatos are my fave, remember?). And sometimes random nice ladies give you their copy of Hello magazine, which is nice.
- Decide to meander over to the gate at 1:15am-ish. (Sidenote: these gates are like rooms and you go through security to get in them. So once you’re in, you’re in.)
- At 2:15am (past the scheduled departure time, mind you) the plane we will be on arrives.
- Begin boarding at about 2:45. (Don’t forget I’ve been in a stuffy room for an hour and a half, sleepy and debating if I will ever leave this country)
- Take off! And FINALLY they turn off all the lights, and FINALLY I can attempt to go to sleep.
- 30 minutes later…lights come back on. They announce that we will soon be landing in Kilimanjaro. (This is not alarming, because I know the flight is meant to stop somewhere. Except I had thought it was stopping in Entebbe...)
- Land. Sit on the ground for 45 minutes while new passengers board. The whole time the lights are blaring, and there is the normal commotion of people boarding an aircraft. I am very tired. And annoyed.
- Take off! Again! FINALLY they turn off all the lights again, and FINALLY I can attempt to go to sleep again. And this time we fly for almost 2 hours – what bliss! Sleep! Yes! …Except for when they woke me in the middle of that to try and give me a meal. Because that is exactly what I want at 4 in the morning when I am trying to sleep.
- Land in Addis (early! …which makes ZERO sense.) at 6am. Abby picks me up and we go to HQ. And then I then I get to sleep in a real bed for 2 hours before getting up for church. Which was magical.
[picture taken by my sister]
January 11, 2011
Currently (re)reading: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows
Remember this debacle? Here's the visual that goes along with it...
Anyway, the Black family may be encountering these kinds of travel issues again. My Dad left last night to fly to the States because his mom, my Grandma Donna, is very sick and probably does not have much longer to live. However, he is supposed to fly into Atlanta, and with this situation happening there...who knows. You can def be praying for my Dad as he travels, as well as my Grandma Donna, though. Gracias.
January 10, 2011
January 9, 2011
January 8, 2011
January 6, 2011
1. Rent your own safari van. (Ignore the fact that every other pop-top van you will be seeing will be marked with a company logo and driven by a Kenyan guide while your driver is Safari Bill, aka your father. Accept that safari ‘brand names’ are irrelevant to the actual safari experience.)
Optional fun activity: forget to close the pop-top on your safari van.
This way you will return to find that monkeys have gotten in your van
and discovered your packed lunch. Such excitement.
p.s. Sorry this post is so insanely long. I just kind of got on a roll... :]