Woody party

So, I have just come from a party. A party which involved bouldering and arguments of the superiority of curling over other winter Olympic sports and Turkish dancing. It was fun. Partying really isn't my thing though. I'm too quiet for it. Wallflower, thy name is Ryan. Meh, that's all I really have to say about it for now.

Plans and things

I have a surprising amount of things going on right now. A lot for me. Tomorrow is the Woody party at Meghan and Sonja's. Then on Sunday I'm heading out to Cochise Stronghold for some climbing. That's not really much, but it's busy for me. I like to keep my life at a low stress level.

It turns out I did miss something in my academic planning confusion. I only have a year's worth of classes for my major requirements, but another year to fulfill the 120 credits for graduation. I could add on a Linguistics major and still graduate in Spring 08 or take a semester or a year and study abroad. I'm torn at the moment, but I'm leaning towards the studying abroad. I'm thinking Canada, Britain, Ireland, etc. That would be fun. There's a school in Vancouver that has a creative writing program for study abroad students rather than just English. How cool would that be? It would satisfy two of my desires: studying abroad and living in Canada for a while. We'll see though. I'm not very close to making decisions on any of this.

Moving abruptly to other things: I went and played Tennis with Jesse and Brigid. It was fun. I suck at it, but it was fun. Except for the part when Jesse hit me in the hip bone with a tennis ball. That part was not so fun. Not. So. Fun.

So... Flagstaff

Flagstaff was fun this weekend. It was kind of a random trip for me since I decided to go along for the ride, but it was fun, so yay. Sleeping was interesting seeing as it tends to get cold in Flagstaff, so when the window is open it makes it cold inside. Awesome. Me not getting much sleep isn't an unusual so I guess there's really nothing to complain about. Spencer violated a statue of a creepy little girl in Sedona. Funny: yes. Disturbing: Big ole yes.

I'm starting to peel from last week's climbing sunburn. Sadness. It kind of stinks when your ears peel.

My poem for this last week was super lame, so I won't be posting it. Look forward to next week when I'll be finishing my serial killer poem and posting it because it'll be awesome

One last thought: Boondock Saints is an awesome movie. Yes indeed. Norman Reedus's Irish accent kind of sucks though. Regardless, it's an excellent film, and gets better each time I watch it.

OMG desu!

Today in Japanese, we had a special class. There's this group of exchange students on campus from Tokyo International University and they came to our class and we talked to them. It was fun in an awkward sort-of sweaty kind of way.

Speaking of Japanese, it turns out that all I would need for a Japanese Studies minor is taking the language up through 202. So, with that, I'll probably knock of the nonsense of the Linguistics minor I was doing for kicks. That also means that I would have to take an extra 15 units of Linguistics course work. Thusly, after this semester, I'll be 32 units away from graduation. Now if we do the math, that pans out to 2 semesters remaining. Meaning a year. Meaning, no fourth year on my four year plan. There's something wrong with that somehow. One year less loan money to pay back, I suppose.

The kick to the crotch part of that is me having to decide what in the good gracious I'm going to do with myself after I get my degree. Grad school? Working odd jobs? Flight attendant? Bartender? Teaching certificate? Firefighter? I'm too young to have to decide this. Graduating at 21? How bogus is that?

I need to make an appointment with my advisor to talk about all this. Maybe get some perspective on what I should do with myself.

Dehydration

Yeah, it sucks. I learned my lesson though. Prehydration is key. That's the mistake you should only make once.

Besides that episode, climbing yesterday was fun. I'm right at the point where I know I can perform a lot better than I do, but learning to trust little crimpers and your weight on a collective space of about 2 inches is what's getting. It should only take me a few more trips to take care of that. Besides, there's no turning back now. I can't return any of my gear now. Woo.

Latest Poemetry

So this was a fun one to right.

"An Inconsequential Mormon Bar Mitzvah"

Recycled babies caught up under my car
make for slow going
down over to the liquor store.

A forty for me good sir
and another for my daughter
She's turning twelve today
so the occasion must be marked.

Marked all over my bathroom floor
Vomit spewing everywhere
A wife's scream asking why on earth

The couch is lumpy
and smells a bit like retch
The television tells me flatter abs
and tighter toosh in just six weeks

I order one for my sleeping wife
just to cheer her up
I notice she's been chubbing up a bit
She'll appreciate the thought

At work the next day
My boss says my performance has been slipping
Those vodka breaks must not be helping

On the bus home
a godless hobo wet-willied a small child
Oh those godless hobos
Ex-hippies
Failed yuppies
Fat guppies
Waiting to die

I was sitting outside Japanese waiting for class, and there was a recycling thing across from me and it all floated out from there.