sella's legacy among tainted others.
i'm always amazed when i see professor sella around campus.
if you don't know him, he's one of the faculty of the art department, more specifically painting. i've never seen any of his work, although i'm sure i'll see it tonight when i drop in for the faculty art show between classes tonight.
anyways, there's a legend that he's this amazingly brilliant. he's supposed to be a fantastic artist. but no one knows for sure because everyone is afraid of him.
which leads to the question of why… does he fail students just to be mean? no. does he kill the fellow squirrels that travel along the paths and up trees on campus? some have wondered, but no. ok, so how does a man who's well into his, hmm… 80s maybe?, and rides his bike from home to school and all around campus and back home, become such a feared figure?
well, 2 reasons actually. one, he apparently has a fierce little temper. such in fact, that he's been known to throw things at students, and throw their art out the 3rd story window into impending doom on the art quad. and the second has to do with the temper… he can't legally drive. no, it's not that he hasn't gone to go get his license. it's the fact that his road rage apparently got so bad, even into his old years, that they TOOK HIS LICENSE AWAY. wow. talk about crazy old geezer drivers. ha ha.
so when i see professor sella, i chuckle… i'm not sure if i chuckle because i'm glad that i'll never have him for a class, or in wondering if the stories are true. i will say, that even the art department secretary is afraid of him… and she's been there 15 years, and i'm sure know the stories. so, i'll just remember to keep my distance.
so, there you go… another mystery of the university of alabama…
i'm excited also to hear that people are hearing of the serial pooper around campus. there was a guy in my spanish class this summer that had an encounter with his 'leavings' while working in the library. in fact, he had a few encounters… such that he would always give an update on the serial pooper in our pre-class moments. wow… it gives me great joy to know that joe is gonna seek him out. i'd love to know what the basis is behind it. just how to do you get to that point where you 'serialize' it? it's so weird.
i love being able to see funny stories lived right in front of my face. it makes me laugh. and it gives stories to remember for a lifetime… and to make people wonder if it could ever be true. i guess those who's steps have walked here will only know for sure. 
randomocity
i hate it when i think of interesting things that lightened up my day, and i want to post them at night when i get on, but i forget them. blah. i'm trying to remember… but because my cat is crawling up the side of the desk chair, i've lost my thoughts.
ok so maybe i'll remember some…
today after work, i went to bean's coffeehouse, which has become my wednesday afternoon hangout so i don't have to drive back and forth and all before disciple. well, all sorts of things happened. first, when i sat down, i began to drink my coffee like the 12 oz. can i had in my car. ok, that was stupid. i burned almost the entire front portion of my tongue. it still feels weird. then, the interesting ladies come back that gab with each other. today, they didn't make me angry, in fact, i kind of chuckled. it made me happy to think that they do this sort of thing all the time, gathering together. it was nice.
there was a guy typing a paper at the table next to me. when he got ready to leave, he mentioned something i said from an earlier conversation with the people at bean's. turns out, he knows andy cartee, grew up with him. from there, we got into a conversation that he's a jr. high minister at covenant presbyterian there in vestavia/homewood. so, i invited them to 139… maybe he'll show up. he asked if i am a normal wed. afternoon bean-er, and i said yeah. so maybe i'll see him around for conversation. but not weird stuff… he's married. ha ha.
how cute are little girls that just got done with gymnastics? it's as if they have no shame whatsoever about the littleness of clothing that they have, and even if it's chilly outside. that just makes me chuckle.
remind me whenever i say that i want kids of the day that i had today in the infant p.d.o. room. by that, i might oppose my own words.
and, i just found out that deb welsh will be working there at trinity in the child development center! hooray!
my house is driving me crazy. no lie. i can't even begin to explain it. ahhhhhh. someone please get me outta here! ha ha.
money is still tight. i'm looking for an additional part-time job, that could maybe go full-time. i definitely need the money. ugh. bills, they aren't my friend.
wireless internet is the greatest thing. i've experienced it 2 days in a row. tomorrow i'm going for 3. yeah, i know, i'm a nerd.
nothing can beat the taste of a zoe's kitchen chicken salad sandwich. yummy. and i picked up lunch for amy c. today… yay for her and bridesmaids, inc.
tonight disciple was incredible. i'd teach you all kinds of things, but i'm tired… and i want to go to bed. before disciple, i went down to go find anna (the cards fan), but she was no where to be found! but i did see caitlin, and that made me happy… and i met everyone else. a 'fairyfooted' laura also said hi, and i met her. woohoo. yay for the youth.
after disciple i went to our sunday school get together (i was an hour and a half late b/c of disciple). but i was so glad that people remembered me and were so nice. i love that sunday school class. it's fantastic.
now i'm home, and tired, and i want to go to bed. i have 20 pages to read for lit first though. so i'm off to do that… but i still feel like i know fun moments that made me smile, but i can't remember them. oh well, g'night all…
bess for queen!
there is yet another.
you know, just when i always think it could never be possible, God just points and laughs. well, i'm thinking he may not point, but i'm sure he's amused with the fact that i'm an idiot sometimes.
apparently, there's another st. louis cardinals fan here in the state of alabama. that excites me. so, anna… or eightysixer, whichever you prefer, you rock my face off. and GO CARDS!
school wasn't too bad. i had a spanish test. didn't fare too well i don't think. but, i'll make it up. i need some serious help with vocab. anyone willing to put forth time and effort for my pitiful cause? yeah, didn't think so. i just need to study lots of vocab. study. study. that's what i need.
today, the excitement was building about homecoming. i'm excited. it's good stuff. homecoming is the greatest part of football season to me… just a combination of fun and tradition all in one. roll tide roll.
i'd like to take a moment and give my personal endorsement for the following candidate:
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v178/DMCemily/myownpics/bessflyer.jpg">
so, go out and vote. it means so much. bess for queen! woohoo.
i'm going to bed. i have nothing else left in me for the night.
on the verge.
today, hmm. interesting i'd say. 
i didn't go to work today, because i opted to stay at home and do some homework and studying (i have a spanish exam tomorrow). and, because of 139 training, i hadn't gotten a chance to work on it. i was gonna study last night, but i fell asleep on my couch around 5 p.m. i moved to my bed around 11:30, and woke up at 7:00 to call my boss, and then slept again until around 9:30 or so. call me a slacker if you want, but it was seriously needed rest.
i took a step out. i pursued the unseen. i tried something different. that is the story of today.
i've always been a person that needs very intentional affirmation. not in a way to make me feel good about it… but in a way to know i'm doing the right thing. i don't know why i do that. sometimes i just do.
i halted studying to head out and grab lunch with ginny shope. woohoo. love that chick. she's rockin'. we talked about politics and churches and how they intermingle. wow. good stuff. if you don't know ginny, you should get to know her. call her, her number is 205- yeah, just kidding. i wouldn't give that out.
after that, i headed up to helena umc for our 139 meeting. good stuff. we got lots done i think. and that is good. i'm getting more and more excited about the weekend. i pray that God will work mightily during the weekend. and when i look hard at it, mightily looks like a weird word.
i pray everyday and every moment that i am doing the right thing. i never want to lose sight of what is important. i do sometimes, and it is in those times that i feel a huge chasm built up between me and God. i don't like that space. it makes me sad. but, it does make me more dependent. God, i pray that i will never become independent of you and your grace. i need it lots now-a-days.
maybe my endeavors of stepping out, of pursuing the unknown will pay off. if they don't, it will be ok. i just want to be where i need to be. but i also want to feel useful and called in those moments as well.
ok, i'm going to finish up the 3 projects i've got on my plate as well as getting homework done.
confessions.
so, 139 training. good stuff. i hope that it went well. i think it did. service. that's what we did, and i hope that is what they know. that is all i know sometimes. but i need to be more about it sometimes.
the story of my life for the past few days has been exhaustion… it has taken many forms. physical, oh yes, especially. i'm so sleepy. i only got 4 hours of sleep last night. tonight, i'm about to head to bed so i can get at least 8, and then it looks like a possible wonderful sunday napping afternoon.
i'm financially exhausted. shope, if you were to ever get an lj, you know the story, because i told you all of this today. ugh.
i'm temporarily exhausted. sometimes i just think this life is fleeting. i wonder what's the point sometimes… not in some morbid way or anything. just in the way that God originally created it. i wonder what was REALLY going through adam and eve's mind. and sometimes i want to yell at them. but then i realize, i probably would have done the same thing. and i do. everyday… i forget who's God sometimes. i need a daily reminder of that.
i'm socially exhausted. yep. not that i don't enjoy the company of my friends… i love my friends. i love my people that make me smile. but there are sometimes when i really want to say things that are mean. and by realizing that, i know that my heart is in a bad condition. i've had lots of moments this week of these.
times when i really wanted to just flip off that woman for cutting me off in traffic.
times when i am really annoyed by the trivial things that people talk about just for small talk.
times when i feel i can't be me, and i feel like i have to stoop down or rise up to someone's level.
times when i just want to be by myself. sometimes forever. sometimes just for a moment.
tonight was an even bigger night of these. i found myself in the opposite situation from an early situation in the week. earlier this week, i felt really left out of my surroundings, like i didn't belong… the outsider. tonight, i found myself pushing someone to be the outsider. and by that, i feel really bad. in my mind, i can justify it. but in that, i know that i'm wrong.
i had a blind date tonight. and it was miserable. yikes. he was nice. but, hmmm. very very. ok, i don't know how to be PC about it, so let's just say we weren't ANYTHING similar. during the evening because of the conversation, i felt bad for having the education that i do, or even just educated opinions, or even just my thoughts. in fact, i used the word 'eccentric' in a sentence, and i'm not totally confident he knew what i was saying. when we talked politics (he brought it up to his own doom), he couldn't even tell me why he felt the way he did about the candidates, he just said, well, i don't know, i just like bush better. if you're gonna bring it up, have a reason why… and right now, i've tried to keep up with it all, so if you don't have at least a general knowledge, then i'm not the person to talk with… because it's way important to me right now. we went bowling with my friend melissa (the bold) and matt. in their presence, i felt so comfortable. and it was almost like i pushed him out of the group. i do feel bad. really bad.
i am glad however, that he didn't mention anything about giving me another call. because, i don't know how i would tell him that it just couldn't happen ever.
so it's been a very strange week. the exhaustion has caught way up with me, but at a good time, because i can catch up on sleep. i'm going to bed so i can get up in the morning. g'night.
