Noel: well. that was refreshing.
Neuch: What did you do?
Noel: just drank a lot.
Neuch: ?
Noel: a lot of water.
[pause]
...what, do I need to give you a play-by-play or something?

it's nice to be back:
for The Noelch's room is my favorite of all rooms directly across the hall from mine. And (now!) that we have installed a nice berber-carpeted isle, I can travel to and fro ('to' being my room and 'fro' being The Noelch's) without necessity of slippers (even so, I wear the woolen moccasin slippers), (and!) without fears of the ground being cold. turns out that anymore I don't have any reason to leave the carpet from the hours of 9pm to 11am. awesome.

the line which I heard my little brother quote all break and finally saw on Television this morning and now understand because of the context but you probably won't understand unless you've seen this particular episode of The Fairly Odd Parents:

Dad: Jimmy, what are you going to have for breakfast? ... I'll give you a hint, it rhymes with "Mold Meerial"
Jimmy: umm... Waffles?
Dad: That's right!!!

actually, it was more like a tornado:
Luckily, it wasn't a big one, and it was in the next valley over. We did go down in the basement just in case though. After it had passed, the storm system collapsed and brought some awesome winds and hard rain.

And you know how I do love a good storm.

I finished The Last Battle today. mmmm... soo good. I'm glad I re-read the Chronicles over break. It was definitely a good decision.

on how much the weather is greater than Grove City, Pennsylvania:

gstreet4life: and i've been taking naps in my hammock everyday
bizerkel: you jerk

...enough said.

and now: the obligitory stuck-in-my-head song lyrics...
this time, brought to you by Dispatch

whirlwind came into my life
and it tried to rescue me
will you come / will you go
will you tell me seriously
twistin', burnin', my thoughts turnin'
back to you again
sweet thing take me to the end

new gallery -- Thanksgiving '05 in Birmingham:
i took my little brother and sister camping at Oak Mountain State Park the night before Thanksgiving. they haven't really ever done stuff like that, so it was a real treat for them. we took my step-dad's ridiculously big 2-room tent, which was hard for someone who likes to be an ultra-light packer. that thing had to weigh like 25 pounds.


see more pics

so I'm re-reading...
The Chronicles of Narnia. It's been so long since I read them as a child that I wanted to remember the story. In the last three days I've managed one book per day, but I need to work on a couple of papers tomorrow, so dunno if I'll manage that pace. As I'm reading, all the time I'm imagining how awesome it would be if Peter Jackson made a movie of them... Turns out that he is, and The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe comes out December 9. check out the trailer, looks pretty good.

also: it turns out that in 2007 Peter Jackson will also be producing a movie based on the Halo video game series... hmm. well, we'll see how that one turns out... it's too good of a sci-fi action storyline to become another Doom. read this announcement by the Halo series fansite... it's humorous.

on the awesomeness of Alabama: the weather's been great (like 60s instead of the teens that GCC is currently experiencing), i've taken a nap in my hammock almost everyday (which is amazing, i might add), i've been climbing down in the Shades Crest Boulder Fields twice, we had people over for cards tonight, and i've had mexican food at least once every day. in conclusion, I'm not looking forward to going back to school.

And now a very curious thing happened.

None of the children knew who Aslan was any more than you do; but the moment the Beaver had spoken these words everyone felt quite different.

Perhaps it has sometimes happened to you in a dream that someone says something which you don't understand but in the dream it feels as if it had some enormous meaning -- either a terrifying one which turns the whole dream into a nightmare or else a lovely meaning too lovely to put into words, which makes the dream so beautiful that you remember it all your life and are always wishing you could get into that dream again...

It was like that now.

you know how some concerts sort of stick with you... and you remember the not just the bands or the music, but the feeling of it all? it's the emo that flowed through your veins...

i love that.

the bottom line: if you weren't outside last night/this morning, you missed out.

the weather was/is amazing. it's like 60, low clouds, fierce wind. amazing. there's certainly not many days in the North-Western PA mid-November that you can bear to walk around outside barefoot and shirtless, much less enjoy doing so... and even less common than Indian summer days in November are nights such as this, where droplets of warm rain fall through the strangely dry and Santa Anna-esque winds.

i've been out: the weather turned awesome around 2am -- the crazy winds whistling through our cracked windows, billowing the curtains out and flooding the dark room with shards of yellow'd light, in turn causing my roommate to roll over and mumble decisively into his pillow.

I sit back, feeling bad that I'm still up working. It seems he never sleeps soundly while I'm up, no matter how quiet I try to be. I think about it for a moment, then, deciding that the whole 'talking-in-your-sleep' thing weirds me out way too much, I peek through the curtains.

the clouds are low, reflecting the light of streetlamps, and the few car headlights, late night gas stations, electric fast-food signs, billboard lights, so on and etcetera. I am suprised by the touch of the window sill. Usually the cold night air slinks into the dark corners of the room, but tonight--no river of cold is snaking past my fingers which are laid upon the cool slate sill.

This does suprise me, only ... not immediately. (It is one of those suprises like slowly figuring the punch line to a complicated joke, or the smell of blueberry flapjacks making its way forward through a recently awakened and foggy mind) ...or maybe it is the warmth from the outside air slowly finding its way into my chest and head. At any rate, something leaves me pleasant and feeling alive.

and immediately thereafter (and this time in a more typically suprising fashion!) I realize: "I must be out."

so out I go.

really, up until this point, it all remains crystal clear. but after ...well. it's all a motion blur -- visiting the poor paper-writers and test-crammers, walking through every unlocked building, taking a 3am run, dancing through the brunt of the winds, staring straight up at flagpoles, sitting atop walls and rocks and buildings and ledges...thinking of the world and reconciliing significance and future and weather patterns... it all seems as if a frame taken with a slow shutter.

then before I knew it, the sky began to turn. from a deep dark Prussian blue* to a husky greyish Cornflower, the light of morning signalled the transformation from night.

...and i just sort of haven't decided to go to sleep yet. and now, considering how i can only possibly get a couple of hours in before my first class, and I am thinking: How could I not have been out? it would have been a crime not to...

*In 1958 "Prussian blue" was renamed in response to educators' requests. Teachers felt that children were no longer familiar enough with Prussian history to recognize that this crayon color referred to the famous deep-blue uniforms of Prussian soldiers. It is now called "midnight blue," with lends itself even futher to a description of the hue of the midnight sky... But still, I enjoy using the old color name of Prussian Blue because it shares its name with a young female duet spewing White-power propaganda... lol. (back)

apparently you liked what you saw.

it was pretty rock and roll, at least that's what people said.

i'm sorry if you missed out, but listen for the rock to be coming again soon.

Starting Over is playing a short set tomorrow at the Gamma Sig Battle of the Bands.

so, you must come.
Saturday the 12th
Ketler Rec
7:30-10ish
(i think we're playing at 8:30pm)
$2 door charge, fundraiser for Lukemia foundation

working on a new template. i dunno why i think i have the time to do this, but i enjoy coding...

anyways, obviously using The Facebook's design scheme... i love leeching css.

apparently we finally got picture galleries, so i'm going to have to figure out how to add that

Did you mean boo-yaa?

with my intimate love for Firefox's dict ______ command, do you suppose i take, grammatically, things incorrectly because of accident? or only for granted?

the more emo i feel the less links and punctuation and the more nominals and italics i need. especially using nominals in the 1st singular pronoun. and excepting when soliciting direct quotation of another using aforementioned pronoun. i think i feel of not using capitals when speaking of myself or thoughts of my own mind, and so using them when speaking of others and thoughts, both of better repute.

thus:
let the triplicate reputing process begin.

ugh, the uber-butter popcorn makes me sick feeling.

no longer watching: Fight Club, but it was, in terms of a plot/screenwrit/technical standpoint(s), better than Momento. and i liked it much more. though i promise, i did enjoy Momento. i just found it technically irritating.

him: I think I am totally winning this game.
me: umm...Bob you know that 'Disk Defragment' isn't really a game, right?
...

at this rate,
the crackers and easy-cheese will be
gone by lunchtime tomorrow.

hopefully.

Teen says it "sucks" when people steal her fake legs

"That sucks what people do sometimes," says Melissa Huff, who has lost two prosthetic legs to thieves. She has other legs, but they're not as comfortable as the one that was stolen.

Elliot: He's not a goblin, he's a space man!
Stupid Kid: Where's he from--Uranus? Get it? Uranus???

Have You Driven...
Firetruck?
so the new game of interest on the Adelphikos hall is Burnout 3. I think the main reason it's awesome is because the loading screens are almost as great as those in the last favoured game, Katamari Damacy.

speaking of which:
We ? Katamari is coming out soon and very soon. how very pleasing.

this month =
NO SHAVE NOVEMBER

dude, it's called that because you don't shave until you go home to see your momma. so don't even try to play me by . but it's okay. if you've already screwed up on the second day, there is forgiveness, but only some. stop shaving now and you're still mostly awesome.

to be followed by:
NO ZIP DECEMBER!!!

this is a month of no zipping or unzipping at all. not even anything will be zipped. no flies, jackets, backpacks -- nothing. if you want something zipped during the month of december, better do it before. this also only lasts until you're going to see your momma.

I scored a 38% on the "How much of a Grover are you?" Quizie! What about you?

I'm rather proud of how low that number is. Silly stereotypes.

Also, I would like to know whether going to Benji's on Thursdays and thinking that Fraternities and housing groups are pointless makes you more or less of a Grover.