White-Out Poetry

A White-Out Poem from the text of The Hammer of Witches:

Witches are midwives,
infants, afterwards women,
this obstruction due to conceiving;
she has conceived,
mentioned truth against instinct,
summoned a congress of women,
swore those events incredible.
Raising them up to devils,
they observe the divine.

So, I have another (very slightly awkward) roommate story. I left my room for a minute to visit someone down the hall, and as I re-entered my room, I made a really gross coughing-up-phlegm sort of noise, not realizing that, during the five minutes I'd been gone, my roomie had gotten back from her class. I didn't realize she was in her room until she started laughing at me.

The moral of the story: Always check to make sure your roommate is not in the room before making weird noises.

The Music In Me

So, many of my posts so far have been about boys, and it was recently pointed out to me that all I ever seem to talk about nowadays is, well, boys. I'm not saying that boys don't matter, but I also know that I don't define myself by my interactions with them, and I certainly don't waste all of my time on them.

So, here, my friends, is an update on another, more important aspect of my life. My voice lessons have been going really well lately (despite the fact that I had bronchitis and was unable to sing for two weeks), and my voice teacher and I have been getting along better than we ever have before. I'm currently singing two Italian songs and a German song, all of which I'm slowly falling in love with, although Vittoria, Mio Core is my favorite.

This week at my lesson, my voice teacher recorded me when I wasn't looking, and proceeded to send me four (4!) different versions of me singing "Du Ring An Meinem Finger". And yes, that does mean "The Ring On My Finger", and yes, it is about marriage, and yes, I do think about Josh Groban while I'm singing it.


P.S. If you follow the link and listen to the recording, I'd like to make a disclaimer: I was recovering from bronchitis and had only sung the song about five times. Hence, it fell apart at the end. It might be painful to listen to.

We Can

I am proud to call myself a part of this nation that is willing to learn from its mistakes and usher in a new era of hope, change, and progression. Up until now, I have been fairly apathetic when it comes to politics, but I believe in people. I think Barack Obama also believes in people, and he will strive to ensure that our government pays more attention to them instead of to itself. Obama's speech was moving tonight, but the moment that touched my heart the most was when his wife joined him onstage, and I could see the love and respect they had for each other. I find it hard to dislike a person who can find that quality in his relationships with other people. I have high hopes for the changes that we will see during Obama's presidency.

So, yes, we can.

Secret Conversation

So, a hilarious thing happened to me this evening, as I sat writing my Psych paper. I got a text message. And who was it from, you might ask? It was from TM. Yes, he actually texted me. It went like this:

TM: I hate it when this happens. Why do all the girls I date either like me and I end up not liking them or the girls I really like always don't have any free time or aren't feeling the love. U know what I mean Emily? Oh and this would be a secret conversation...

Ok....what? I have barely spoken to him in the past month, aside from the drunk texting incident. Maybe he suddenly decided he wanted to be BFFs and have in-depth heart-to hearts. Through texting. This boy is seriously the most ridiculous boy I have ever met. Seriously.

Here is my imagined response:
Me: You'd probably feel better if you burned all your cowboy hats. And your boots.

Feeling Good

You know what? I'm feeling pretty good about things, which is fairly rare for me recently. Also, I'm listening to that one ubiquitous song by Journey, which is not rare for me recently. I seem to hear this song everywhere, so it has become my theme song for this semester.

In other news, TM has a girlfriend, and I find that I don't really care, except to pity the poor girl and laugh at TM. George still has a girlfriend, and I also don't really mind that anymore because either George and I will remain friends or his girlfriend will fix him so I can have the better version of him later :) It's a win-win situation.

I also have a Psych paper and an English paper to write this week, which I find less than thrilling. Hopefully, I will make it through this week and have a nice, laid-back weekend. With no drinking.

Halloween

My Halloween was basically full of ridiculosity and very bad life choices. It started out with no classes except Chorale, no work, and two interviews for the RA position. So far, so good. Then, I went to Walmart with my Theta dot to find...Halloween costumes! I found this great pair of black fairy wings, so I decided to be an Evil Fairy of Evil! I wore the wings, Stasi's little black dress with rhinestones on it, and lots and lots of glitter. It was basically amazing. Things were still good at this point. At about 8:30, we headed over to the 905 for a pre-funk with the Phi's. This is where I started making the bad choices by drinking 3 cups of hop-skip. Hop-skip is a drink composed of lots and lots of alcohol and some soda, and 1 drink is roughly equivalent to 2-3 drinks. So, my judgment was severely impaired by the time we headed over to the Phi House for the Halloween Rave. I danced with TM for a little bit, which I promised my roommate I wouldn't do, and then I ended up dancing with this really weird guy who tried to make out with me on the dance floor. I told him that I had to walk my friend home, grabbed Stasi and Alie (who was dancing with an Indiana Jones) and headed over to the Sig House. At the Sig House, I had an interesting conversation with a girl from my English class who told me she thought I was really awesome and the only cool Theta. I also had a conversation with a guy I danced with at the 905 earlier in the year, but barely remember. That was a pretty awkward conversation. It went something like:
Me: Hi, I'm Emily.
Him: Yeah, I know. I danced with you at the 905.
Me: Oh. Right.
Him: Yeah, I remember I was drinking a beer, so I said no and you seemed upset, so I finished the beer and danced with you.
Me: I did? That's weird, because I don't usually get upset about things like that.
Him: Well, I was pretty drunk, so I probably misread you.

For the record, I was definitely not upset when he said no. Anyways, I then made the worst decision I made all night and decided to text TM. Drunk texting (which I did a lot of last night) is never a good idea, I have decided. Here's how the texting convo went:

Me: What are you up to?
TM: Nothing much. Having a slow night so I can do hw and play rugby tmrw. And so I can watch Made of Honor with this girl who will hopefully be my girlfriend soon. How about urself?
Me: haha sounds like fun!
TM: Yeah, it should be a good time. How about you?
Me: Partying! Trying to find someone to dance with.
TM: haha gl! Never a problem here 4 me! Got more women than I know what to do with. But I really like this one so I'm hopin I'll soon be set.
Me: You have such a big ego...
TM: Me, yes and no. Doesn't hurt my ego when I can go to a dance and not have to approach girls to dance b/c they come to me! :P
Me: Only because you go to Whitman.
TM: I went to Whitman instead of PLU for a reason...
Me: Haha

A very long and bizarre conversation, no?