There's another quote for you to guess...I don't have time to say much else, though I guess I'll be able to babble about my graduation tomorrow or sometime in the future. For the moment, I'm hunting down random objects that allegedly represent my past. I'm thinking of wearing my old, hyper-dorky glasses. Whaddya think?

...yeah, I thought not too. But I'm probably putting them on the silly table, along with Anna Banana and a host of other things. I have an old map of the Shire to represent my devotion to Lord of the Rings, and a stethoscope/scrub top/name badge for that aspect of things... some school-related stuff, gloves and a picture for my Jane Austen plays, a Cowboys shirt because that's my college, and...other junk, mostly. I can't think of everything that's in there.

In my forage for Objects Representing My Past (fondly referred to as ORMP, which, when pronounced phonetically, is rather the sound I made as I hefted all the heavy Rubbermaid memory-tubs around and dug through them) I came across several "letters to myself," one for when I was sixteen (obviously that one was delayed in the post) and one for my seventeen-year-old persona. I opened them both. The 16-year-old was written when I was 14, and it was very strange. Very, very strange. The one to myself now (17) was not much better, although my sense of humor was more recognizable. I had written that one about a year ago. It contained sarcastic gems such as:

Please tell me you don't have a boyfriend. If you do, I doubt he's the love of your life, and you'd better dump him soon.

Rest easy, 16. Some things haven't changed.

There were some other similarities to my present self, such as my regular habit of starting with hopeless nostalgia/sentiment and then dashing it to the ground:

Sixteen isn't anything I expected she'd be. I hope you dodge my expectations too.

It was almost disturbingly personal in parts--like opening some forgotten person's mail written to some other person who doesn't exist....the correspondence of a dead person to a fictional one. Very odd. It made my dramatic/writer side shiver with delight, and I'm sure I'll be writing about something like that sometime... But first I think I'm going to write another "letter to the future": because I actually did manage to remind myself of some important things (the dumping of nonexistent boyfriends being one example), and it made for a really, really good laugh--neither being things I expected in my search for ORMPs.

I also found a magnificently vast collection of LotR movie frame shots, nicely laminated and all. That made me chuckle a bit, and Evelyn at least should remember/understand that...

Another quote from our mystery quoter, and I'll have to go:

"If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the other direction."

And finally, a final declaration:

I loathe eye makeup.

Sincerely,
Inky

Pogo is pretty awesome stuff. We have an old comic book of my dad's, and it's quite amusing. I've sat on the couch giggling over it for long periods of time. That's one of his more thoughtful moments up there.

Not much to report here; still don't feel a terrific post in the works. I spent five hours at a dance all-school recital dress rehearsal...it was only supposed to take three hours... so I'm very tired. And we're going and doing a dance for the half-time act at a pageant tonight, so it's not over. Blaahh. However, it is at the Seretean Center, which is pretty cool. Never danced there before, but I know the stage(s) are rather nice, so I'm looking forward to it anyway. And it is only one number, so it shouldn't be exhausting or anything.

Another nice thing is the fact that next Saturday I'm going to be performing several dances I've never performed on stage but always wanted to, and I'm really looking forward to it. Yaay. Any detail beyond that would be just plain tedious, so let's just leave it at "I'm really excited." That's better.

I worked again last night. I love my job. It's just...really fun and relaxing and there's nothing stressful or difficult about it. Sleeping is still a little hard, but I expect I'll get used to the different bed and surroundings and then it will be better.

I'm ready for a nap. So I shall be, as Walt Kelly (writer of Pogo) put it:

“In like a dimwit, out like a light.”

G'd afternoon!

-Ink

I log on.

I click on "new post."

I know I am here to write a "new post" by virtue of the fact that the button I just clicked said "New Post."

So I type a few sentences that state the obvious and really have no meaning or significant purpose.

And then... My brain is too clogged to think of anything else...I am going to go take a walk outside or something. Maybe jump on the trampoline. I've been meaning to write a good post for a day or two and every time I log on, there's just...nothing. There's always the thought that I have work tonight (Yaaay!) and tomorrow is an All-School (read: all day) dance practice and then a performance at a pageant in the evening, but expounding any further on that would be extremely dull. Kablah. So I leave you with a bit of Andy Griffith:

Barney: I'm surprised at you, Andy. They want people who have had musical training. Why, suppose they ask Rafe to do something he don't know? Rafe, if they asked you to sing a cappella, could you do it?
Rafe: No.
Andy: Hey, Barn, what if they was to ask you if you could sing a cappella. What would you do?
Barney: Why, I'd do it! [snapping fingers in rhythm] "A cappella, a cappella"... Well, I don't remember all the words.

From Bondage of the Will: At this point, Luther is criticizing the ineffectiveness of Erasmus' arguments and the way he frequently contradicts himself. Here he cites the source of his weak arguments and faulty reasoning: Erasmus simply doesn't care about the topic.

"A man who does not treat this question seriously and has no interest in the issue, whose mind is not on it and who finds it a boring and a chilling and a distasteful business, cannot help uttering absurdities and follies and contradictions all along the line; he argues his case like a man drunk or asleep, blurting out between snores 'Yes!' 'No!' as different voices sound upon his ears!

"This is why rhetoricians require passion in one who pleads a case. Much more does theology require passion, to make a man vigorous, and keen, and earnest, and prudent, and energetic."

[Luther, Bondage of the Will, Ch. IV: "Review of Erasmus' Arguments for Free Will"]

We watched The Brady Bunch tonight, and my favorite quote was not the title, but the following snatchet of dialogue:

(The parents have just invited all the kids along on their honeymoon...)

Bobby: What do you take on a honeymoon, anyway?
Greg: A girl, dummy!

~*~

That will be all for now. I am very tired, my feet are sore (four hours of dance. X_X) and I have the SAT at 7:45 a.m. in the City tomorrow. This week was finals week, and so I don't really feel very...prepared...if you know what I mean. Blah. Prayer always helps. =)

I shall write about last night's glorious picnic tomorrow, if I am not completely wiped out.

Do you know why I dislike in-class essays? It has nothing to do with the subject, the teacher, or the fact that blue books are wide ruled and prefer college ruled. See, when I write an essay or a paper, I generally get halfway through and then think of a better way of doing things. The better way is typically completely different from the original way. Even on in-class essay when the teacher gives us the topic beforehand and allows us to prepare an outline, I always think of a better idea when I'm three-quarters of the way through. At that point, it's too late. I don't think my #2 pencils have enough eraser to undo all that, and there's generally less than half of the time left.

So yesterday I just plugged my mental ears and ignored the little voice berating me, saying "there's a better way to do this!" I just stuck to my original outline. My Finals are gone, classes are done, and I'm really loving being at home. Today I'm going to send a bunch of faxes for work, go to the library for the National Day of Prayer event, and then do some stuff with JD & Co. for the Captain Thunderbolt film.

I was taking my JA final with the Latin 2 people, and they were talking about all of it and it just brought back memories... Their exam was exactly like the ones I had to take in Latin 3. I miss Latin. So I went and found the Latin translations of the quotes from the last post. It helps with all the nostalgia. =)

Both the quotes are from Virgil. The title quote is from Eclogues:

Cantantes licet usque (minus via laedit) eamus.

and the one at the end is from Aeneid:

Facilis descensus Averni:
noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;
sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras.
hoc opus, hic labor est.

Last night was improv night with the college/high school kids. It really was a blast; Jonathan did a good job finding lots of different games, and everyone had a good time. It was such mayhem that I don't think I could produce an accurate account of it, although I'm sure if Miss Ev were there she would have gotten everything down... some of us have it, some of us don't. Ah well. I think someone got pictures, so I'll see if I can get them out.

We've been watching Andy Griffith recently...

Barney: The last big buy was my mom and dad's anniversary present.
Andy: What'd ya get 'em?
Barney: A septic tank.
Andy: For their anniversary?
Barney: They're awful hard to buy for. Besides, it was something they could use. They were really thrilled. It had two tons of concrete in it. All steel reinforced.
Andy: You're a fine son, Barn.
Barney: I try.

I need to go send those faxes now, but first things first:

WHITE RABBIT!!!