for sixty seconds, there is a minute

Right now, I'm sitting in Joyner. The sound of the air conditioner is whispering into my ear and laughter of nearby friends rings like bells in a quaint, familiar Scottish village in France. Dominic enters and we discuss many things. Woman's rights. Michael Jackson. Co-ed showers and whether Quentin should lavish us with a bottle of cheap wine. The time that slips by reminds me of how ephemeral life is. I like Virginia Wolfe. Don't you? Here's a random link. Here's another one. Distributing cookies makes me think of the love of God that we should distribute to every tucked away crevice of this campus. Jonathan begins to sniff his sandal.


Isn't he beautiful? I shall leave you with a thought.

There once was a son who took his inheritance and squabbled it in a foreign land. As he was casting starfish into the ocean he looked and saw one set of footprints. "Why are there only one set of footprints?" the son asked. And Jesus said unto him, "I was carrying you, my child. I was carrying you." A parable from the Book of Maccabees

We're U.S. Americans and we don't have maps!

Either way, it's probably a hot-mess.

Kathryn. Your last post is waaay too serious.

I tend to think in stream-of-consciousness.

Jonathan really likes Pangaea.

It's MORE than okay for a dating couple to hug.

Not according to Lydia.

I never wanted to cuss someone out in a blog, but drastic times calls for drastic measures. I have a friend. Let's call him Asian-One. He's a grotsky biotch. End of story.

Biscuits in the morning! Hashbrowns in a pan! Grits? Please make grits. Instant grits are foul.

ATM + Vegas slot machine = best idea ever.

That bird is absolutely not my doppelgangar. No gold-platinum cages for you. Is that in Newport? Is that opposed to a real house? Well, only if they didn't have a meningitis scare. DKE is nice though.

Smells like Eggos.

[Fin.]

Love you Kathryn.

Wait. You have to JUMP to conclusions.

Now, [Fin.] Take that, Nick.

Can I tickle your feet?

Ok I will!

Seven hours were spent in the Union today doing homework. It wasn't too bad...had lots of people there, which helped. I would have gone INSANE if I had been there by myself. But it really does feel good to get stuff done--

On a more serious note, I've decided that doing consistent quiet times in the morning not only put you in the right frame of mind, but it makes you less restless throughout the day. I've been way more productive in the last week than I have been all semester and every day this week has started off with some quality time with God. I don't think that's a coincidence. Seek the Kingdom first, and all other things will be given unto you...

Jonathan and I went to Harris Teeter tonight to get food. Normally I don't find myself in grocery stores late at night, but it was fun. We put pomade in Jonathan's hair. How can that not be a good time?

Oh yeah, and I don't believe in school either.

Kathryn

I don't even know you, but I'm getting a really negative vibe...

Friends,
I don't believe in school anymore. Besides that, Carolina has failed to make me any smarter.
Rupert Murdoch is taking over the world. Seriously, the man is ridiculous.
Also, I am a hippie at heart.

Sorry, I have nothing interesting to say.

I told you...stop hittin' the table!

Well, I'm pretty sure if there ever was a physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual limit to the amount you can read, I've reached it. Holy cow. I need to go run around and yell a little bit. But I'm pretty sure my body has molded into this couch in the union..which could be slightly problematic.

Disclaimer: Avid poetry fans and literature gurus, be warned.
I've discovered today that I don't like Emily Dickinson. I really just don't get her. Or, for that matter, most forms of poetry. Why do poets have to say things in the most circuitous manner? Are you sad? Just say it. I will admit that some poetry is beautiful, but words just don't do it for me, no matter how lofty the language or how well the words are intertwined.

I'd much rather go hiking in the Blue Ridge Mountains...I can find beauty there. (And seriously, anyone want to go the mountains? That'd be pretty beast. Just leave Dickinson at home.)

I think the pool is calling my name, but first, some advice.

-I'm going to have to second Catherine and tell you to avoid "Deliverance" like the plague.
-The little store in the Union doesn't have fresh Dunkin' Doughnuts on Saturday mornings. The ones you see are from Friday. I'm not sure why I expected them to be fresh. Just go with something else.
-Go get some spandex and wear it around all the time. Don't hate until you've tride (yep, that's really how I just spelled "tried"...it's time for me to go) it.

Catherine,
Thanks for sticking by my side-
Our frustration we cannot hide.
But now I hope that you'll soon say,
Let's save this jank for another day!
Love,
Kathryn

I am a banana!

Friends,
Here I present to you the Word of the Day:
Chaucey, chauce, chauced, etc: noun, verb, adjective
1. dirt, general filth
2. a state of brokenness

I chauced up my phone when I accidentally dropped it off that cliff.

That asbestos laden shoe in Matt's room is pretty chaucey!

Ewww, your floor is covered in chauce-maybe you should clean your room sometime...

Some things to keep in mind:
If anyone suggests watching the movie Deliverance, run the opposite way as fast as you can.
Apparently, you should be peeling your banana from the bottom...the top is really God's provident handle.
Tupac is still alive!!!

xoxoxo
Catherine

P.S. Kathryn dreams in cuban and she used to wear an eye patch. Like a pirate. Ask her.

Holy Mackrel.

Thursdays are long days. And it's only 3:30. Ugh.

And now I get to sit in the union, drink some coffee, and start on homework...of which I have quite a lot.

BUT...tomorrow is Friday! Woo!

Catherine,
Have fun splashing around in the pool. I wish I could be there.
Love,
Kathryn

We're A Chaco Nation

Musings of today:

There are some days when you just have nothing to say. Today was one of those days.

The love of Christ is rich and free.

We don't understand boys.

Swimming and rowing are the best workouts ever.

We're now offering discount Swedish massages, call for info. People who don't bruise easily, please.

Do you have chacos? No? Get some.

Ask Chris how to dance to Souljah Boy.

Love,
Kathryn and Catherine

P.S. Abby is one heck of a beautiful guitar player.

You're Dumb

Friends,

My feelings about UNC were summed up by my brother yesterday:

"I want to stay home because I'm smart here...as soon as I go back to Chapel Hill I'm stupid again."

Well said.

Biyahhh!!!

In the beginning...

Well here we are. It's a new era--one of incompetent bloggers.

Let's face it. It had to come out sooner or later...there is just too much intellectualism running rampant on this campus. Don't get us wrong, we love all you smart people. But come on. Doesn't anyone want to talk about things besides philosophical ramblings, astute observations about life, or the latest Pulitzer prize winner?

If that's you, welcome. We hope you enjoy the musings of our intricate minds.