Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Dear Fruit Pockets

Dear Fruit Pockets,

You are diminutive

But strong in your belief
Even as a fugitive
And even as a thief

Upon seeing your hold bursting

With secrecy and stealth
My imagination begins thirsting 
For some green apple health

Covert missions from a meal

Bananas, oranges, and pears
Leave comestibles to conceal
Until returning to your lair

Oh don't you know to bring a pack

A vessel for your stow?
Or do you prefer to hold your stack
Keep your profile low?

I wish I had your grit

To steal from the hand that feeds
But I would never make it
Away with so much ease

So stay diminutive 

Stay strong in your belief
Stay a fugitive
And please just stay a thief

This is my ode to the guy I just saw stumbling heavily through the doors to our building. His hands full with the days gatherings and pockets overflowing, I felt I owed him a special poem for his bravery in stealing all that food from the dining hall. I hope he has a heavenly next month with all that food! 

Monday, August 27, 2012

I Am Posting

Upon waking up and going to breakfast I ran upon an old friend. This is no normal friend. Maybe we smuggled some food from the dining room. Maybe we got free t-shirts and sunglasses. Maybe we signed up for auditions for the a cappella group. Just maybe we did all of those things, although the amount of awesomeness contained within these adventures must not be let out by describing them as accomplished feats. With my friend and a guy she brought along (who was also awesome), we rained magnificence upon the campus! 

Then it was time for the real stuff. With my first ever college class approaching in the hour, I charged to my advisor's office to meet with her about the demon encounter. But more on that later....

With a woosh of energy and a half ton of information, my Linguistics teacher was out the door and I was headed for my next class. Hardly believing an entire class had gone by, I walked stunned to my next class past the fountain and through the flurry of backpacks and racing students. By the time I was sitting down I was freaked for this next class. Spanish. Everyone was going to know more than me. Everyone was going to bypass my touch-and-go language skills. Did that happen?


It didn't.

SeƱora Moreno danced into the tiny room practically spewing Spanish. And guess what? I understood everything! I'm psyched! I can literally enter that class without any fear of being shamed for my inner language nerd. Life is great! 

After a fun, but long trip to Target with my adventure friend, I am finally getting ready to snuggle into bed. A group of people are sitting outside having fun, but I don't think I can take one more step. Or blink one more time even. So I'm headed to a perhaps quixotic bed. Good night fellow humans. I love you all.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Why I Didn't Go to the Concert

My reason for not attending the concert yesterday:

        While doing my seventeen minute trudge back to the dorm last night at about 8:00pm, I noticed a strange figure coming towards me. Could my eyes be deceiving me? This diffident creature approaching me in the dusk could not be human. No. It had to be a monster, a lost soul maybe. I continued to walk thinking of all my supernatural hunting skills. Did I have any silver, any holy water or salt? Not a single defense apparatus to liberate me from the hell this beast would surely deliver me. And on the off chance it was human; well let's just say that maybe I can throw a few punches but my aim is not great.
        Considering my options I realized I had nowhere to run and no one to run too. The main road was a good ten minutes away and in the direction of the demon. Sensing my impending doom, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the fight that would come.
        Suddenly, in the blink of an eye and a flash of my life, the creature had gone. Shaking my head, I laughed at my foolish ways and began to stroll along, maybe slightly faster than I had begun. Plugging my earphones back in, Jim Morrison began to sing his hauntingly simple lyrics. As my feet tapping to the beat of the ballad, I hardly noticed the foot steps resonating through the tunnel behind me. But hardly was more than not at all. I realized the demon had circled around me. A dangerous game of tag commenced.
         I had already established earlier that to turn and fight would mean certain death. So I began trotting towards the sounds of sirens and speeding cars. Faster and faster until I felt like I was

          Undoubtedly, this monster was coming for me.
          "Hey! You!"
          I slowed to turn but did not stop. "Yes?" I said sweetly to maybe amend his judgement.
          "You wannnnna have some funn?" The dark spirit slurred.
          "Sorry," I squealed as I bolted. I ran from the demon as fast as I could. I ran towards my friends, my family, my existence, and towards that damned highway that seemed to get farther away the harder my breath.
          Finally I saw it. The road. I saw people walking and laughing. There were angry drivers honking and green and red lights whirring. I spun around to face that monster, primed for victory by drawing on the energy of all those humans around me. But to my surprise, not a thing stood present, solitary in the growing darkness.
          The lesson was that there are monsters out there, be them human or supernatural, and let it stand, that I will survive, Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive!

Ok, so that was reason number one, and probably the biggest as I was honestly totally creeped out and didn't have a ride to get back home in the dark (all the buses are down). Another big reason is that I didn't really know anyone I was going to go with. They were new friends and I had no idea how reliable they were. Turns out that was a good instinct because I saw them this morning and they were all hungover from all the tequila at "that random guy's party" and barely had any memory of the night. So good. Made a good call on that one!

Although last night may not have turned out quite like I expected, I did get lots of my knitting on my sweater done and today I had a good day chillin' with my roommate! All is well in Boulder, Colorado. I have done my duty, maybe not ridding, but surviving a demon attack. Now may return to my lifestyle of yarn. 

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Don't be Shy

"Don't be shy just let your feelings roll on by
Don't wear fear or nobody will know you're there
Just lift your head, and let your feelings out instead
And don't be shy, just let your feeling roll on by"

Artist of the day: Cat Stevens
Why: Because first thing I saw today were  the words "Don't Be Shy"
How: If walking, iPod must be on
Purpose: NO FEAR

Yesterday I ended up trying out the bus to save myself from all of the walking. What else did I find but two new friends to ride over with, talk about hair and friends, and eat dinner with! Terrifying myself with the idea of the bus, I had refused to try it out. But now that I have everything is great! Hopefully I will meet new people and save my knees some trouble by this new discovery!

So the lesson here is that being afraid is useless and unnecessary!

"I've got to show the world, world's got to see, 
see all the love love that's in me."

Friday, August 24, 2012

Day 2 Down

Out of bed.
Take shower in empty bathroom.
Walk to Starbucks 15 mins.
Walk back to dorm 10 mins.
Get dressed.
Change outfit.
Follow other grey shirted freshman 20 mins. 
Find you are in a stadium.
Sit next to a friend.
See a friend across the room.
Listen to "directors" in robes talk about the future.
Crowd into tight charcoal crowd.
Parade through sororities.
Parade through fraternities.
Parade through the band.
Get Indian food.
Drop Indian food.
Return for more but find something better.
Carry plates (plural) to sit with old friend.
Run into another old friend.
See another friend.
See yet another friend. 
Wonder how you know people in a group of 5,000 freshies.
Go back to dorm 18 mins. 
Skype with sister 2+ hrs.
Wait for next event = hall mixer.

And that has been my second day!


Picture from the series "Roswell" (great show by the way) that I found was never downloaded on my camera! Not one of my favorites but I like her expression :P

A portrait of Sojourner Truth for my Black American History class. It was meant to look less realistic and more metallic to show her strength. The girl in the corner is one of her daughters that she fought to keep from being sold to slavery. 

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

-Sojourner Truth's speech: Ain't I a Woman 

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Moved in And Ready to Go

Moved in today. Wow. What else can I say? Such a busy day and yet everything went just as planned. The “stampeders” (kids who arrived early and helped others move into their dorms) were basically all girls from what I could tell and all wore pink. Yes. Bright Pink. I ran up to a checking station to get my room key and mailbox key and returned to my dad surrounded by the pink ladies all swarming to pick up something else. Of course I’m sure once they started lugging my clothing bags up the stairs they regretted their decision to help with this specific new student!
As the coral ants sped up and down the stairs, I calmly unpacked all of my life into the little drawers and shelves of my new dorm. It all moved so fast! Upon meeting my roommate my family and I shot out to lunch at the amazing CU dining room (one of the many), bought a couple things at the bookstore, and jetted back to say our goodbyes at the door of my new building. We quickly discussed that I simply must keep up with watching “Lost” and then I was alone walking up to my new home.
It feels like home. My bed is super cooshy because my mom made it as soft as she possibly could and it is as bright as I want to feel for my year here. The comforter is a spritely yellow matched with some aqua green and red. Of course Mom found the perfect sheets to go along with the whole thing and it just looks adorable! Pair that with a cute couch underneath and you basically have the cutest darn dorm you have ever seen!
And my dorm has been just where I have been staying for the rest of the day! Exciting right? A little nap, a little “Supernatural”, and a little thinking about my future here is what my entire day has consisted of. It’s been so nice just to be tired and relax! But tomorrow I am going out onto campus to plan out where my class path might be and maybe some drawing in the park… This weekend is going to rock (or maybe just roll, ’cause seriously, I’m exhausted) and then classes begin!
So for the rest of tonight I have a meeting at 6:45 and then maybe some calm knitting and an early night to bed, I AM THE MOST EXCITING COLLEGE KID EVER!