Darn Tootin'

So, since I have many many many fans out there that read my blog, I guess I gotta update more to keep them happy... So, I'll tell you all about how Vandalfriday was.


It was hilarious! Even though I should be one of them still, I loved watching the totally clueless Seniors wandering around campus all confused and trying to figure out where to go. Even in the COMMONS I'd see them all huddle together in a group while saying "where is everyone getting this food!?" and then, they'd eventually look under the stairs and see it, but it was just great. You can always tell who really goes to the college and the visitors are by the way they dress. Real Vandals are wearing either pjs, a sweatshirt or jeans that you can totally tell haven't been washed for a week by the way they hang off the butt of the person doing the wearing...But with the little Senior children, they have the BRIGHT NEW TOTALLY AWESOME "Idaho" shirt or the bright coloured shirts or the CLEARLY recently washed jeans.

It was grand fun showing my friends the ropes of Jazz Choir 1. They'd stare in awe of Dan's little kicks and punches and yells. Good day, good day.

woo!

For all 1 of you who like to actually comment on my posts, you are now enabled to do so if you're anonymous...Took me long enough to figure out and this is a total waste of a comment, so there ya go.

funny foreigners

Hahahahhaa

Holy Doly

So, what is better than spending a weekend with your best friends and going to concerts and watching an entire season of Friends in one night? I can't think of anything. So yeah, that sums up my weekend--awesome..Except for the occasional feeling of getting my friend's cold, but it was worth it I suppose. Hehee, it's fun to tuck in a 19 year old guy...Something's just so simple about it. Have a good week guys, until next time!


And she signs off with the name of Kelsey.

3.14159265...

So, here I sit in the Idaho Commons writing in my new best-friend blog while a friend across from me is trying to figure out the puzzle that he has JUST given up on. Guh, I hate when he does this, gets up, acts all nice and then says something TOTALLY JUST to push my buttons and wanders off all proud of himself. I don't know how I care so much and never want to lose his friendship, he's usually making fun of me, but it doesn't seem to phase my loyalty...Crap, I knew my loyalty to others was gonna be my downfall. Hhahaha, but on to better subjects. Here's a little snippit about a little woman who's thought processes work in a way that I don't think anyone will ever understand. Her family member(s) now read my blog, so out of respect for their privacy, I'll give her a fake name...Let's call her...Sydia.

Ok, so I have known Sydia for about 2 years solid and she's the most random little human I have ever met in my entire life. When I first met her, she'd just stare in awe of my antics and wonder how a human could actually turn out the way I did. Though she stared, she was also pretty shy of me at that point which once led to her crying because she said I couldn't slice cheese correctly WHICH THEN made her feel bad, but I assured here there's no use crying over un-properly sliced cheese, which automatically dried her tears and let her stare once again.(NOTE: All the girls in this family except for one(my best friend) have wondered about my sanity, and even my best friend has probably had doubts a time or two or sixty:) )
One night last summer, Sydia threw THE best burn at me that ANY human has ever shot my way. I was talkin' about how I wasn't using my brain when it came to something I was doing and she looked up at me really sympathetically and said,"Kels, when HAVE you ever actually used your brain??" Hehhehe, she said it so sweetly and just totally blew me and our sisters out of the water, it was priceless and is still the record for the best insult I've received so far in my life...and it was acheived by a 1o year old.
These days, she talks to me like a normal person but still has her awesome totally random moments and it wouldn't be a complete visit to her family's house without her telling me SOME story that she finds brilliant, but that we all wonder what it has to do with anything.


On a different note: Pray for my sister, Tara. She's had a headache for the past week and it's particularly bad today. Have fun, make good choices, and don't do drugs!
KELSEY~

IF

Hey, blogspot... This is now my third blog. Wow, what a loser I am. Anyways, this one is gonna be probably like all my other ones, but I'll try to make it interesting for my faithful readers out there. Now I just have to FIND some people to become faithful readers. To start things off, here's a poem my mom thought was kinda cool. Enjoy!

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or be hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think-- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to,
Broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools:



If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"



If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings, nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a man, my son!

*Rudyard Kipling*