Chrystal stole my muses!
Well, I did really well on my New Testament exam, which is great. A 98! That makes my week easier.
Legolas came back, finally, after a couple of phone calls and messages; Percy called me while I was in Dani and Chrys’ room and announced he would not be returning until Legolas came home. I also have a note on my door:
I have a very important meeting to attend. I will not return until Percy is safe and returned home.
But finally everything worked out, and Percy is back on their floor as he should be, but Legolas is sitting on the floor next to the microwave. I think the note is too funny, and I’m not tired of it enough yet to put him back up in its place. 🙂
Percy & Chrystal’s car
Percy goes for a dip.
Percy takes a walk.
Percy visits Medlin.
Percy goes to Wal-Mart
Percy sits a spell.
Well, I really need some coffee now. I’m super-short on money, so it’s half-sized coffee cups for me for at least this whole week. I hope I make it!
So, Jess (my roommate/best friend) and I have driven all around town with Dani and Chrystal’s big orange rug, which we have affectionately named “Percy”. We took pictures of Percy next to the fountain, walking into Wal-Mart, sitting in a rocking chair at Cracker Barrel, and other various places. We returned from our escapades and I was looking for someplace to hide Percy where they would never think to look, when all of the sudden Jess emits this half-shriek, half-laughing sound which of course nearly scares me to death, but I thought she was laughing at my hiding Percy behind my body pillow (which, by the way, I have lovingly named “Boromir”), which I couldn’t really understand the humor in. Upon turning around, however, I discovered the true source of her surprise…
Our very large framed poster of Legolas, which hangs over our microwave, was gone!
In its place was this (typed) note:
Dear Lovely Ladies,
I am sorry, but I must be on my way to kill more orcs and save dear Frodo from danger. You are both beautiful women and I will miss seeing your faces everyday.
VICTORY! *Maniacal laughter*
Praise God for small hands, the good moods that exercising brings about, and lovely hallmates that will pray for you if you’re sitting in the stairwell crying. Praise His Holy Name. (And I mean that.)
In a fit of insanity, I have stolen the rug from the room of the girls across the hall from my room. Their door was locked, but the rug sits close enough to the door that all I had to do was slide by fingers underneath the door (about 1″ opening. Oh yes.) After working a bit to get a good grip on the rug with my finger tips, I just pulled it right through. Just like that! Genius. It’s a big rug; orange and fluffy. And now, it’s on my floor! Aha!
I wrote them a note on their door.
Alas, I can take no more of your stepping upon me; I’ve been wishing to see the world for quite some time. Now, I finally can. Goodbye!
And now, it’s going to go see the world. If you’ll excuse me, I have some pictures to take.
My roommate/best friend is my hero. She has a hematoma in her right arm, and she’s right handed, but that didn’t stop her from going bowling with us tonight for Ben’s birthday, and she bowled with her left hand, and did really well! She amazes me. You can read all about her hematoma and what caused it here: http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=LookitsJeska
That’s a little what her arm looks like, except now the swelling has spread and she has bruises.
I’m so glad the weekend is here! I don’t know why I’m so tired, but I’m looking forward to a couple of days to just finish my homework and watch movies. (Not at the same time, of course).
I have the weirdest talent in poetry. What I mean is this: the talent is like a living entity unto itself; it has a mind, and a will, and it comes and goes as it pleases. It comes every couple of months and stays with me for perhaps a day or two, then it disappears. I don’t know when it will return.
My painting is the same way. Maybe the two run off together? I think that’s what happens. At least my music in more sensible.