Start praying for an upset.

According to Anders "what the" Helquist, the presidential election was decided today. Since 1936, the outcome of Washington Redskins home football games has correctly predicted the winner of each U.S. presidential election. If Redskins win, the incumbant wins. If Redskins lose, the challenger wins.

Today, the Redskins lost.

It's time to break the trend. Start praying for an upset.

Moving on up

We got a new paper towel dispenser in the Third South bathroom. It's not automatic like the super-nice ones in Los Brovos or BW3s. Still, it's better than the old one that randomly fell apart and hit people in the head.

Scarlet Women of English Hall

Someone declared today "English girls wear red day." My PA sent around an email two days ago telling us all to wear red as a show of sisterhood. I had a debate this morning and since I don't own a dressy red shirt, I wore my suit with a blue tank top underneath.

I really have no desire to wear red in some pathetic attempt to prove my allegiance to a residence hall. Whatever pride I once had in English has dissipated this year. I'll be out in less than two months, anyway.

Take a Wok

Tonight is Wok Night in the DC. I'm so excited! It's the night when all of Taylor's Asian kids (all twelve of them) cook dinner for the entire campus. The event is sponsored by AAA, the Asian Awareness Association. I have a problem with this name. Usually "awareness" in an organization denotes a disease or disorder, like AIDS awareness or cancer awareness. A nationality is not a disease.

While I could never eat Asian food every day, I enjoy it once in a while. There are a few things I dislike about the DC's Wok Night, though.

1. Big crowds. For some reason, it takes FOREVER to get food on Wok Night. Last year, I had a meeting that got postponed an hour because people were stuck in the wok line.

2. Hidden chopsticks. I can't eat Asian food without chopsticks. It just doesn't taste the same. However, the DC doesn't generally supply such utensils, so after asking 50 people where the chopsticks are, I resentfully resort to my fork. After I've finished eating, I'll look at the next table over, fully furnished with chopsticks. This always happens without fail.

3. The smell. I don't mind the smell of Asian food when I'm hungry, but I'm not a fan of the stench that lingers on my clothes and hair for the rest of the night. Fortunately, everyone else on campus smells the same as I do.

Beyond these few things, I enjoy Wok Night tremendously, especially since tonight is also a meeting of the CHECKERBOARD MENAGERIE!!! *cryptic wink*

------- Totally unrelated sidenote...

I know I said I wouldn't post anything else on this topic, but I guess I'm a liar. Here goes. I just received confirmation that I did, indeed, have a passing grade when I withdrew from Typography. My transcript now reads WP!!! Rejoice.

The worst timing EVER

JOSH GARRELS IS COMING TO TAYLOR ON WEDNESDAY!!!!!

I've been waiting for this concert all year!!!!!

I have to work. Drat. :(

Anywhere but here.

It's times like these when I wish my address was still 321 8th St. NE, Washington, D.C. 20002. I wish I could still walk the National Mall to clear my head. I wish I could escape into the anonymity of a million different Starbucks wherever I looked.

Instead I'm here, longing for the future while I plug away at this week's projects. The work no longer has any meaning to me. I have no pride in it.

I'm not really dreaming of Washington. It was a fabulous season, but I'd have no life there now. No, I just miss the freedom. At least there, I was supposed to be unknown. Here, I'm supposed to be a part of this "community," but I can't help feeling nameless. I reluctantly accept one more forced hug in an effort to feel more normal. I have to wonder, though, does this person hugging me really care?

Taylor is nice when I play along with the "I'm fine" game, but it can be cold when I struggle with real issues. I guess I'm feeling this way because I've had a taste of something so much better. It's not about being cared for out of compulsion because I'm part of some "community," it's about being important to someone just because I'm Megan Elder.

I'm not sure if this post makes any sense. Oh well.

Fall Break withdrawl

I've only been back at Taylor for two and a half hours, but I can't seem to make myself do anything productive. I'm still in break-mode. Even though we only got one day off, it was a fabulous escape.

I had an amazing break, complete with a friend, baseball, birthday celebration, a new baby, successful lasagna, clean laundry and Barnes & Noble. The drive wasn't bad, especially with the breathtaking Southern Indiana scenery. I made it in 4-hours or less both ways.

I got to see the Wilson's new baby, Kael, on Saturday. He was a week old and was the smallest human being I've ever seen. I held him for a while, which was super-embarrassing because I wasn't quite sure what I was doing. Kevin and Esther were exhausted, but looked happy. It was neat to hang out with them for a bit.

The break flew by, and now I'm back here with a week of projects and tests looming over me. I appreciated the escape, but I'm having a heard time getting back into the swing of things. Oh well. I'll worry about that stuff tomorrow. I wouldn't take my break back for anything. I had fun. :)