It's late, and I should be getting to bed before church, but I'll do this while it's still Saturday according to Lindsay time.
Friday Five:
1) What is your favorite noise to hear? Good music. Hey, a weird question deserves a weird answer; failing that, a boring one.
2) If you could live in any era of time, what would you choose and why? The 80s seem fun. Not so much with the AIDS and what have you, but otherwise. Lots of fun 80s dancing tonight. Everyone do the Molly Ringwald!
3) You just found $50 while cleaning your house. Where do you decide to spend it? Bookstore, hands down. Of course, that means I'd have to wait until I need some new books... and since I have no time to read for pleasure anymore, that could be a while.
4) What magazines to you subscribe to/read on a normal basis? I used to read
COSMOGirl,
Seventeen, and
Teen People, but now I don't read any of them. I let my subscriptions expire. Now I read the last few CGs and the
Washington Post Magazine when I can.
5) If you could witness any event in history, but not change anything about it, what would you choose and why? Either the Ascension, for obvious important reasons, or my parents' wedding, since I'd like to see how they started out.
Oh, my week. I had to do my Comm speech on Monday. I gave it on reasons why adults that like Harry Potter aren't childish, and I think I did well. I'd practiced so many times while writing my outline Sunday night that I nearly memorized it. We had to be between five and seven minutes, with deductions for being under or over. I'd gotten seven one time, then five exactly, and six when I rehearsed that morning. My actual speech was just over five. I got nervous when I was nearing my conclusion and my teacher hadn't flashed the two-minute warning at me, but it turned out fine.
I went to see UMRO (UMD Repertoire Orchestra) on Monday night after a lovely group dinner. I'd never seen a live orchestra, nor had I heard Maura and Andrew play, so I was excited. I sat with Nick, one of the HH first years. It was amazing. I was so impressed. I have such awesome talented friends! And it was free!
Tuesday, I think, was pretty empty. We debated the merits of the English major in 301. Then there was some Spanish spoken, though not necessarily by me. (What a Dan-like sentence that was.)
Wednesday, as well, is drawing a blank for me. Obviously I did something besides go to class. Ah. Maura finally came to Mass and free dinner at the CSC with me. We got there just a bit behind for the rosary. I knelt again, thinking maybe last week's extreme pain was a fluke. Nope. So I kind of hobbled up to the lectern (well, not really), and I think the pain in my knees made me stumble a little as I read. I'd pre-read those, so I shouldn't have had as much trouble as I did. I still got compliments, though, even from a guy in my Spanish class I hadn't known was Catholic. Also, Lyzii talked me into buying a ticket for the Fall Ball, and then we walked back to North Hill.
I missed Sara and Hana at lunch Thursday, but I did see Grant from my Bible study at Mass. Tanya decided to quiz us on the ARHU readings, so I wasn't able to do the second half of my deliverable that afternoon. I had to try not to fall asleep over Foucault, the freak. Pat led discussion, since Tanya was worn out from preparing for her dissertation defense. Maybe it was Pat's energy or just my eagerness to not fail the quiz, but I think I understood all the things I took notes on. I'm not sure how the quiz went. I think I answered the question (a choice from five) well enough to prove I've been... well, attempting to do the reading.
I also had advising Thursday afternoon with English. My advisor was very nice and pregnant, which go well together. She highly recommended Foundations of Rhetoric (or whatever it's called), which sounded boring and scary to me, but I might go with it. I'd had some downtime before I went there after lunch, so I fiddled with Testudo in the HH reading room for a bit. I ran into Julia, Seth, and a girl I think was named Davida. Not as cool as the old study lounge, but still handy.
Friday morning, I managed to finish my laundry early enough for advising at 10:20am. I had to wait a little while after I got there, but I did see Danielle from retreat there. The Department of Education has worked out its five-year master's program. I'm not sure if I want to do it, though. I want to get out of this school and go teach, to quit spending all this money I don't even have yet. On the other hand, it might suit me better and be more profitable if I have a master's degree starting out, rather than a bachelor's. We shall see.
I had another group dinner last night, after which I came home to study. Yes, studying on a Friday night; I am a wild and crazy gal. I took a break to watch another episode of the awesome awesome
Joan of Arcadia, to try on clothes for tonight, and to waste time online.
Today was pretty good. I had breakfast with Sara and Andrew. Sara's latest play just opened, so I hadn't seen her in a while. We're going to see GoF next Thursday at midnight, though, so that should be fun. I will be very tired on Friday, but my Comm class is canceled that afternoon, so I can come back early to nap if necessary. Anyway, I did some work after lunch, then Hana came over. She helped me decide what to wear and we talked for a while. Lovely girl, that Hana. We walked down to the CSC to see if we could get a Fall Ball ticket for Maura, but Fr. Bill just said she could get advance price at the door regardless. We met up with Andrew, Seth, and Nick for dinner, and ran into Dan leaving with carryout, but he came back in to sit with us.
After Maura got back from CSPAC, we got ready for the dance. It was great fun because we listened to awesome music that got us pumped before we even left the dorm, and because we thanked God for being so gorgeous. Yay, God. It was cold walking over there, but the dance was so much fun. Maura and I started dancing with Kaitlin right away, since no one was really out there yet. It had started about twenty minutes before we got there, so the people just needed some warming up. Our CSC is kind of partnered with the Newman Center at Towson, so some of their people came down to join us. Oh, the dance was awesome. There was an odd string of grossly inappropriate rap songs, though. Seriously, the
Catholic dance is
not where you play "Get Low." Once the supervising DJ came back, we were better. I danced with Fr. Bill for a bit, which was strange because (a) I'm not a very good dance partner, and (b) I've never danced with a priest before. My hair totally frizzed because I was sweating so much. The ringing in my hears is almost gone, though. My feet are still killing me, but I'll get to bed soon and they can rest. I'm so glad I went out tonight. I love to dance. Yay for happy Catholic dancing fun.
