Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Kick

Have you ever wondered how a runner who has spent the last hour striding around a track find it in them to sprint the last 100 meters? Personally, I think the real question is why did you spend the last hour running in circles...but that is besides the point of this blog post.

The sprint on the last 100 meters is the kick. The final effort to make it to the finish line.

While I don't really resonate with runners, I do like the sports analogy.

This week I have a take home midterm due. It is ten short answer questions about how I would run a bicycle company called Wacky Wheels. It is due Thursday. Today is Wednesday. Have I started? That depends on your definition of "start"...

I honestly have more important things on my mind than how to lead Wacky Wheels through a merger with Big Wheels, the cross town rival company, like should I take a carry-on or check a bag when I fly home on Friday? Or, I wonder how much space two bags of coffee will take up? Or if all 3 disc sets of Jungle Jam will fit onto a 4gb USB drive? Or if given the proper amount of time, should I learn the Tango of the Foxtrot? Like I said, important things.

Yet knowing my looming deadline, I am not worried. Why am I not worried?

Because I have a kick.

I can't start something early because it is just not urgent enough. But I can bust out a project with the utmost quality the day before.

Because I have a kick.

So rest assured I will start my midterm with plenty of time to finish and read over it. But in the meantime...

Do I bring one or two jackets home and how many pairs of shoes?

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Foolproof Pickup Line

"I watched Basketball for four days this weekend. My bracket is solid"

I was telling my housemates that I spent four days watching NCAA March Madness and my roommate's boyfriend told me to tell this to any guy I meet and it will be irresistible...

TWS: Third Wheel Syndrome


What has three wheels and is not a tricycle?

Me at my kitchen table...with my roommate sitting on her boyfriend's lap on the couch across from the table.

Tonight I was just minding my own business doing homework at our kitchen table when my roommate (let's call her Bianca) and her boyfriend (we will call him Aaron) come waltzing into the living room and plop down in the couch across from our kitchen table.

I would like to take this time to point out that we have two living rooms. One with the kitchen table and a couch. The other with FOUR other couches.

Normally, being the good roommate that I am and recognizing that the little couple has not seen each other for a week, I would move.

But not tonight!

I was here first!

I have turned the kitchen table into a very organized and large desk. Similar to Dwight's Mega Desk. I will not be forced to relocate. My desk just won't fit in any other room.

Aside the competitive nature ingrained in me to out-awkward the cuddly couple is my twisted sense of "responsibility".

See, Bianca and Aaron have a habit of staying in each others arms for long hours, late into the night/morning. Our house does not fill out NCAA tournament brackets. No, we take bets on when Aaron left last night/morning. Once I lost with 3:45 am...the actual departure was 4:30am.

This is not the first time that I have experienced TWS (Third Wheel Syndrome). During Christmas time, our house drove around looking at Christmas lights. I must have angered someone because I got stuck in a car with only Bianca and Aaron. It was quite romantic with me pestering, "What? Could you speak up?" every few houses or so.

Thank you house. I really appreciate you all...

So tonight, since my peaceful homeworking (really Grey's Anatomy watching if I'm being honest) area was disturbed, I am determined to remain in the same room until Aaron leaves. I am fully prepared with a ruler, a bible, plenty of movie quotes, and sports statistics from this weekend's March Madness games.

(Bianca is sympathetic towards the Jay Hawks, so between my underhanded question about how she felt about the University of Northern Iowa and stalking her date with Aaron, I may have to sleep with one eye open for awhile.)

I will no longer let TWS ruin my homework rhythm. I will no longer let TWS make me walk around the house with my computer screen open to preserve my place in the episode of Grey's Anatomy, thus making the screen wabble.

Only you can stop TWS!

* This Public Service Announcement was made to you on behalf of the Single Ladies Association of The Cove*

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Shall we dance?

Normally I don't watch basketball. However, I always make an annual exception for March Madness. Just prior to the Big Dance, is the Pac-10 tournament. In my weekend devoid of urgent homework, I was flipping through the TV and stumbled upon the semifinals. University of Washington Huskies were playing. After dominating Stanford in the semis, they moved on to play Cal in the finals this afternoon.


Such. A. Good. Game.

Such. An. Epic. Win.


They were close the entire time with lead changes and ties throughout the game.

With this win, the Huskies get an automatic bid to the NCAA tournament.

I knew I should have bought those last minute tickets this morning :)

Friday, March 12, 2010

One year old

Happy Birthday Blog :)




I hope it has kept you all laughing and thinking as much as it has for me!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Overheard@Biola

There is a new facebook group that is all the rage among Biola students. Overheard@Biola. Basically people post awkward quotes that they overhear while going about their day at Biola. The purpose is to find the most out of context quote possible.

For example:
Guy to girl in commons: "Do you need prayer? Because I could lay my hands on you"

Guys walking into a dorm: "Then we'll strip him down and beat him..."

Besides the annoying fact that most of the overheard statements turn into dirty jokes, this is an interesting concept. I pondered it awhile. What is overheard that comes out of my mouth while I am walking across campus or in line at the grocery store or having coffee with a friend at Starbucks? Do I speak with graciousness? Or do I string together thoughtless phases that disgrace the time spent uttering them?

A few weeks ago I watched The Two Towers, the second Lord of the Rings movie. In that movie Treebeard, who is an Ent, responds to Merry's urge to speed up the discussion of whether or not to go to war by saying:

"We never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say"

This statement communicates such a precious value of time and words. I have been thinking about the vernacular value I place on time and words. Do I value my words enough to speak only goods? Do I value time enough to only speak things I would not be embarrassed of if they showed up on Overheard@Biola?


People overhear things. Do you even realize what you are saying?