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Guess where I am right now. No, go ahead, guess. That’s right! I’m in the library at Campbell. Actually, I’m doing work study, but no one is here to tutor! So I’m slacking off, although I already tutored four people this evening. Also, my cold is better! Still not quite over it yet, though.

I can’t remember if I mentioned this or not, but I had to read ‘Salem’s Lot by Stephen King for Honors class. It was funny whenever anyone saw me reading it, I’d hastily say, “It’s for a class!” Stephen King is not quite my usual fare when it comes to books. However, I was surprised; I did not hate the book. Though, I didn’t love it either…
Ok, I can see why he sells so many books. He *is* a good writer. He manages to hold your attention throughout all 631 pages, which is no small feat, and his description of telephone poles was well-nigh poetic. His story “borrowed” (read: plagiarized) from Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Obviously he meant it to be a modern day Dracula, but it still kind of felt like cheating. Every single character in ‘Salem’s Lot had a counterpart in Dracula. He also seemed to be borrowing rather heavily from The Haunting of Hill House; at least he shows good taste. There were several scenes to skip; random sexual stuff or unnecessarily gory details, but overall I was pleasantly surprised. I had anticipated much worse. Obviously not literary gold, but not half bad either.

Ok, well, I spoke too soon. I just had to stop and help two more guys with their papers. It’s the last week before finals, and everyone’s coming in and freaking out.

I’m reading Children of Dune right now, and I would just like to say, once again, how much I adore and revere Frank Herbert and his writing style. My head may explode. I shall say no more, otherwise I’ll give everything away, and that wouldn’t be cool.

Today I went exploring in the woods and, quite unexpectedly, in the muddy marshes near CU. While I got some awesome pictures, I don’t think I’ll be wandering through the marsh again anytime soon. I came back mud-splattered, thorn-torn, and starving. I found a wonderful pine woods, though, that smelled the most piney of any woods I’ve ever been in.

Hmm, well, I really have nothing to say. Quiet night with nothing to do but proof read papers…

Hello, world! It’s Thanksgiving! We didn’t really do anything all that special since we are in chaos, but it was still quite good and relaxing.

I made a mood theme out of all of my favorite things! I really don’t want to say how much time I wasted on it, but it was very fun. Although now I really want to go through all the moods because they’re all so cool, but I really don’t feel jealous or irate or listless very often, if at all, so I don’t know when I’ll ever get to use them. I really love run on sentences in casual writing, even though I abhor and eschew them in papers. I think it’s because the word ‘and’ is so neat and full of possibilities.

Last Saturday, we heard tell of a mysterious dog park, nestled behind WalMart, of all places. We were skeptical, but took off with Gracie to investigate. We drove around and behind and through, and there was this little opening in the woods at a dead end. We parked and started walking down the secluded trail, and a couple people with dogs passed us, and then, suddenly! We came into a huge clearing, and there were dogs, dogs, dogs! Dogs running free all over the places, no fences anywhere. Dogs playing with dogs, dogs playing with people, dogs digging, dogs kicking up their heels, dogs barking, dogs laughing at everything, small dogs and big dogs and dogs with blue eyes and dogs with brown eyes and dogs with giant paws and shy dogs and bold dogs. We all stood aghast, including Gracie, watching this scene of impossible magic, and then the dogs starting drifting over to say hello. Then there were dogs swarming all over us and dogs sitting on our shoes and dogs licking our hands and dogs laughing in our faces. Gracie desperately wanted to join them, and even though we never really have her off the leash because we don’t know if she’ll stay close, the dog happiness was infectious and we could not say no. I slipped off her leash, and she frolicked and played with everyone and it was very wonderful. There were a fair amount of people there, but no one was really talking because it was really a dog gathering. We were pretty much just guests. I counted 13 dogs playing in the clearing. When everyone was done, Gracie came over when I whistled so I could hook her leash. The other dogs decided to go play in a nearby creek, but Gracie’s long hair is very…dirt-magnetic, so we decided to wait on that until some day when she was already due for a bath. Then we drove back out, and it was like it had never existed, and I wasn’t sure if the people were real, or even if we were real, and if maybe it wasn’t just some sanctuary that all dogs feel drawn to and must go to frolic at least once in their lives, and maybe I wouldn’t be able to remember it at all the next day. But I remember it even now, so it must not be true.

Shh, go to sleep now. You’ll have good dreams.

The path is too deep.

Time for the baby of denial icon. I got an 87 on a paper. *hangs head* I am unworthy to be an English major! And I just misspelled English the first time I typed it! Due to numerous circumstances I do not wish to go into, this past week has been rather icky, and at first glance next week looks rather unpleasant as well. HOWEVER. I am determined to be chipper, even if it kills me. *narrows eyes*

The chipperness is made easier by the fact that last weekend was AWESOME. As in a mere 48 hours cannot encompass the awesomeness. We hiked, we climbed, we jumped, we twirled, we danced! We drank tea and ate popcorn and braided leaves together and went to bed too late, and it was grand. Except for the going to bed too late.

There’s a sign on the door to the garage that says “STOP! Don’t let Gracie past this door!!! Unless you want to chase after her down the street! Whistling may work!” I love my mom. We are remodeling or tearing the house apart or demolishing it or something, and the garage door is gone, hence the sign. Gracie doesn’t seem offended.

I have found so much internet glee of late! Behold:
Tubing gone wrong (right?) – I would do that! Does anyone own one?
Parknastics! – I’m not sure I want to do that, a lot of it looked painful.
I just really like explosions. And I love the dude counting down in…whatever language that is.
When you meet someone weirder than you, sometimes you just have to give them a little dignified nod.
This guy, even more so. Can I shake your hand?

^^I don’t advocate collegehumor.com at all, but I found these posted elsewhere and thought they were pretty snazzy.

Somehow the other day, I came across some creepy stuff on YouTube.
This is the most terrifying footage of a chupacabra I have ever seen.
Gollum lives, folks.

Have I told you guys about The Imaginary World of Mr. Toast? If not, I should have. It is quite possibly the best thing in the entire world, apples not withstanding. It’s like someone reached inside the heads of millions of people, delicately picked through their thoughts, and selected the most beautiful ones to be made into comics. I am serious! Just look! And every single one is just as great! If ever you feel the least bit down in the dumps, just go look at some Mr. Toast comics, and you will feel happy right down to your toenails.

I sort of want to do this one day. With appropriate padding, of course.

I have discovered bearded collies, through a random livejournal! Truly, they are wondrous to behold. No, really, behold.

Also, this is what I want to do when I grow up. Or maybe right now. *watches*

Anyone who has not read The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson needs to do so immediately. I had to read it for the ever-awesome Honors class, and hopelessly enjoyed it. Hopelessly because I suspected what was going to happen from page 7, but it was all done so beautifully I didn’t care a bit. And I’m going to leave it exceedingly vague because otherwise it shall be ruined for you, so just read it!

Today at Harris Teeter, I was moseying by the meat counter when I saw an employee standing behind the counter. He had a rather bushy beard, and he was wearing a hairnet over it. Yes, indeed. I would not jest about such a subject. I blinked and kept walking, but inside I was laughing myself absolutely silly.

Sometimes I think that life, particularly college, is just too great, and I’ll find out later that none of it is real. *looks about suspiciously* However, reality is grossly overrated to the point of lunacy anyway, so I shan’t worry about it.

You seem to have stumbled upon a storytelling of ravens. Watch for falling collective nouns; you may find a wing of dragons or a charm of hummingbirds caught in your hair. Hardhats are recommended.

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