By the Light of a Blood Red Sun
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Joesph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat
I should have known I was in for something when the sun shone dull and red in the sky. I had a brief moment of dissonance looking at it, until I figured it was the sun and not the moon. It was eerie.

Not long after I discovered that Guitar Man was the Antichrist. And that worshipping him for five seconds would get you a free CD. I chose that time to move and lie in the grass and soak up some sunlight. Daily dose of Vitamin D you know.

The day was otherwise uneventful, other than sitting next to a smart alec in Chem and learning how to make molten iron. Then I got to sit with all the boys in the back of the bus.

That's about all, a rather slow Friday.

Oh, and according to Guitarman, the Kingdom of Heaven is like a banana, peel that sucker man. Tastes pretty good.

Siiigh

Gretel

The Weirdness Attraction Factor
Mood:  flirty
Now Playing: Sheryl Crow -Anything But Down
Wow. I am a bad dancer. Time to stop dancing in front of the mirror.

Other than that, let's see. Relevant pieces of news. Brother Jed is gone. I almost got beat up at the bus stop. No seriously. I went on rounds in the Large Animal Hospital. If you could call it that.

Ummmmmmmm. I had a Chemistry Test. I got 90.5 on Ani . Nut. It seems to be my curse, cuz that's what I got on my first lab. I don't know how chem went. I could find out I guess. *mills online*

*finds random words of wisdom* Life goes on after a test.

Eighty Percent. Awwww Maaaan. I had hoped to do better than that. :'( Oh well. Life goes on I guess.

I met a staple of U of MN folklore today. The Jazz Man was my bus driver today. I'm not sure what he was playing though. I was a little disturbed at his break in composure and personified over-all coolness, when he started freaking out about having to stop at this one light, because apparently he hates stopping there.

I also ran into the Man With The Robot Voice again.

Anyway; I've decided that weirdness trails me. It folllowing in make wake like a hound dog on a scent.

Today while walking home from the bus, I was absorbed in my music and even singing along, as the streets appeared deserted. Suddenly I hear a crunch of leaves behind me and whirl around to look down into the wide-eyed face of a little girl who had been following me. I said hi, and asked if I could help her with something. She thought I was part of some family she knew and asked if I knew Summer or Rachel. Anyway I wasn't THE ONE and I continued on my way.

I was highly distraught that I couldn't leave after my test in "Horse in Your Backyard" which only took me TEN minutes and I had to wait for AN HOUR for everyone else to finish so we could go on to another part of the class. But we went down to the Large Animal hospital and measured horses and predicted their weight. I got to help measure. And I met Hercules, and that horse just makes you smile.

Plus I think he made the bus gods smile on me too. :) Which is always a good good good thing. :)

Love Gretel

The ENTRY of the CENTURY
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: Margaritaville- Jimmy Buffet
What a crazy weekend this is turning out to be. SERIOUSLY. It's like I woke up in a different Matrix, one in which nothing acts quite normally.

Why so weird you ask? I'll tell you

Okay, so yesterday, I had my Animal Nutrition test. Nothing weird there. The day starts out normally. Maybe I should I have gotten a clue when David was acting all out of it, lol.

Fast forward to pre-Chemistry: I was innocently sitting outside Smith Hall, indiscriminately reading my book, and passing the time. Guitar-man was there. He has been gone the past week; so I was worried. But for some strange reason- He actually sounded GOOD. Listening to him made me smile, and I didn't even put my headphones on to cover up the noise.

A while later I see Mr. Preacher man. I first became aquainted with Mr. Preacher on Wendesday. He was standing in the middle of a grassy square in Northup Mall preaching to seemingly no one in general. For a while I thought he was practicing a Shakespearan solioqy until I heard, You think you can get away with it. Your MOM might not see you. Your DAD might not see you. But there IS SOMEONE who sees you. GOD SEES what YOU do! After I came out of Chem that day he had a bigger crowd around, and a bunch of people standing next to him recording the whole thing or something. I was like oh man, Preacher Man's back..... when Guitar Man stopped playing and said, Hey Brother Jed, what's happening?

*gasp!* Preacher Man?! Guitar Man?! Connected?!?!?

I returned to my book, slightly disturbed, when two scraggely looking dudes come out of Smith Hall, and go up to Guitar Man and are playing something with him.

So, still innocently sitting, reading, Scraggly Guy #1, comes up to me, and starts talking to me.

I'm just a lonely guy. I'm Anthony. Oh No *nods* What's your name *sighs* Crapola Gretel Greta? No, Gretel, like Hansel and Gretel. Oh. *insert incoherent stuff about Hansel and Gretel* *tries to remain aloof and intent on reading book* *more incoherent stuff from #1* You have really pretty hair. I came over here because of your hair. Please please go away Oh, thanks. *weak smile, in the background Brother Jed starts preachin'* You have pretty hair. It's such a pretty color. Thanks for letting me look at you. *cries inside*

*enter Scraggly Guy #2, Scraggly Guy #1 goes over and starts talking to #2 about Jed, #1 remarks to #2 that I have really pretty hair, then goes to join Jed* *soon #2 comes over and starts complaining the #1 was waaay drunk, but oh well, he's just a light-weight, but #2 was only half drunk, monologue continues as I barely glance up from my book* That guy playing guitar thinks he's so hot. I showed him how to play a couple songs and he gave me a dollar. I used to be a reallygood bass player once upon a time. I had a band going and stuff. I'm even in a picture in one of those buildings. I'm a piece of history. But now I'm just a drunk. *starts rolling a joint and holds up bag of tobacco* I'm smoking POT, if you hold it up to a mirror. *the bag has TOP written on it, I just nod* The security guys'll bust me for this, but I ain't hurting nobody. *he glances over to Brother Jed & Co* Man that guy *referring to #1* is helping preach. He's showing off his devil tattoo. *I glance over and #1 is showing some asst. preacher his tattoo on his shoulder. Jed watches with approval as Asst. Preacher asks #1 "Why do you want to be on Satan's side? I wouldn't want to be paired with the DevIL. etc etc.* This guy handed me a paper, I can't see it though. I saw a movie in Coffman the other night. It was stupid, but kind of funny *shows me a nail file with MEAN GIRLS written on it* That's the movie. *he looks at Guitar man* I know all the old songs. You know Name that Tune? I could name them all. The 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s. I hear a song and I know it in a few bars. *goes over to Guitar man and requests the Rolling Stones* Yeah I know all those songs. I don't need to major in music. I could probably be the teacher. Say what are you reading? It's called "Vet in the Wild" It's about a veterinarian who works in zoos. *slight pause while he figures this out* Oh, so are you over in that school where they cut apart animals? *incoherent stuff about treatment of animals* I used to know I guy who worked over there. I wonder if that guy would give me another dollar if I showed him how to play something else. I played bass, but my fingers don't work very well anymore. I played really well. . . *at this time a growing trickle of students start flowing out of Smith Hall, I stop listening and start looking for Tuan, finally I see him and he sees me and gives me that "haha the bums got you" smile, I tell #2 that I have to go and ran to Tuan*

So I was SAVED by Tuan, who laughed at my story and predicament. Chem proceeded without too much incident. I sat next to my Chem partner on the far front side of the hall, for a change of view and someone to talk to. We were right up front where all the action is when there's a experiment. Luckily TWO things exploded with loud noises unexpectedly and made me jump out of my chair and my heart raced.

I was finally free and headed to the bus. Brother Jed was still out there with a larger crowd. No sign of the scraggly guys, and guitar man played on. On Fridays, I always see Devil Kid waiting for the 152 while I wait for the 114. He was pacing around like usual. I sighed inside. The sun came out just then and I thought that finally things were as they should be when I noticed that Devil Kid wasn't wearing his sunglasses. I felt a minor dissonance within at being able to see Devil Kid's eyes. He didn't seem nearly so mysterious anymore. But I didn't have much time to think about this as the 114A arrived.

I wasn't really paying attention to the route when I looked up in response to a disturbance in the force. We weren't were we should be. In alarm I feared that I had gotten on the wrong bus, when I realized the Mr. Metro Transit was taking the route BACKWARDS. Siiiiiiigh. So uber distressed I saw my beloved 17C pass by and feared that I would have to wait even LONGER to get home on my early day. No fear though. As we finally got to the uptown transit center I saw a 17C sitting there and I ran up and knocked on the door. The bus driver gave me a dirty look but let me on

I made it to Dakota and was merrily walking down the street, listening to some music when I hear a plop behind me. Almost fearing to turn around by this point, I see a squirrel in the middle of the road. He had fallen about 35ft from a tree with a sickening splat, but managed to hobble away to the far side of the road. Poor little guy. I made it home without further incident, except almost falling down the hill on those stupid non-steps in my super-chick boots.

Anyway, I ended up just killing time most of Friday night. I called Wilson, which was good, and ended up crying about that stupid but lovable squirrel.

This morning I was going to look up some stuff online and it wouldn't detect a dial-tone. So I try repluggig everything. Still no go. I check the kitchen phone. Nothing. I had to spend and entire day without outside contact. I spent a lot of time working on my puzzle, playing violin, attempting to do Chemistry. I went to my Starbucks homework haven, but realized that I forgot a calculator so that didn't last long. On the way home I saw another strange sight:

There's nothing quite so mysterious and almost sexy as a man walking out of a park with a bullwhip. In his other hand swings a jacket. But is he dressed like a buckaroo? Hardly. His clothes resemble more. . . modern disco clothing. But nothing of good quality. Nor good color choices. The question still remains. What was he doing there. Where is he going now? What was he whipping? Was it just to hear the sound of his own whip? Or does he just carry it? Why would anyone have a whip in St. Louis Park? Siiiiigh, I'll never know. And that's what makes it stick in my mind, ever tormenting me. WHY? WHY DID SHE TAKE THE RADIO!?!?!?

Upon returning from my second chem study attempt I found a working phone. I excitedly began to check my e-mail - DISCONNECTED!- The line was back out!!!! Long story short- It works now. I spent some time with Liz and later with Mike (and got attacked by a fuzzy caterpillar). My car is being jumpy and that's all I have to say.

Love Gretel

Mood:  happy
Now Playing: My Own Worst Enemy - Lit
Ray-rul is forcing me to make an obligatory blog entry. Now she claims that she is indeed not forcing me, but rather that my complaints are slanted. Nonetheless, I am still happy (note above)although this is happy #2 and not happy #1, although the differences between the two have yet to be determined.

Anyway..... Yesterday I had school *waves little flag* and then went to Bethel with Colin to visit Liz and Katie and watch Spiderman II. Some dude hung from a tree and tried to be Spiderman. But from my angle it wasn't especially successful.

The atmosphere was rather loud and not conducive to enjoying movies. However there was a large abundance of acorns to throw around. We chose the bumpiest, most uncomfortable section of the hill to set up our blanket on. Oh well; it worked out in the end.

Colin and I attempted to watch Taxi Driver. It was uber boring. I wouldn't recommendend.

Today I drove up to Grand Forks. Ray-rul and I walked around and saw some of the Grand Forks on parade. We also saw the sugar beet trucks a-flying down the road, but we knew better than to try to race them down the river.

We went to the art musuem to check out the oddly painted trees. Or large sticks, stumps, and other wooden swinging items. There was also a large board with several cow mandibles (no maxillas, sorry guys) cemented caudal side up. I had to examine to make sure they weren't horses. One was rather questionable, but was indeed bovine.

Inside was another story. The main exhibit consisted of creepy bleached book looking things. We quickly moved on to the upper story. That was much more interesting with arrays of strangely arranged cloth bits and pieces and paraphenalia and also some "found object" buffalo head representations.

The Eternal Flame was out.

Rachel blames the wind.

I blame Cortez.

Anyway. We got some food and went to SuperTarget. Then we went on a mission for Homies. I started my own homie collection with the horrible purple Joker girl and also the Mariachi Pedro. He's pretty cool. Not as cool as Tortuga. But he'll do. I donated creepy purple girl to Rachel's future Homie chess set cause.

Much dissapointed, when we both got Purples, we returned and got some water and I attempted to do Chemistry. But I fell asleep. Rachel poked me with her cold finger and wondered if I was going to do anymore. I told her no.

Then we walked up some stairs and opened a door. This door led up the hallway to Rachel's room. There was no one inside. No one but Homies. Staring in the darkness. *skitter* Huh? *shadows flicker* OH NO! GREMLINNNNNNNNNNNNSSS!!

Love Gretel

The Man in Black
Mood:  bright
So as I was waiting for the bus today I saw Devil Kid. However, this time he was not pacing around but rather leaning complacently against the garbage can. What does this mean? I don't know.

However, it occured to me, as I was listening to The Gunslinger by Stephen King on the bus, that Devil Kid is not Devil Kid at all, but the Man in Black. The one the Gunslinger is following across the desert. But not Johnny Cash's "Man In Black." Wouldn't do to confuse the two.

So I made a friend in Animal Nutrition. We are both left-handed and take a front row seat in our education. He's also in my Chem class, but sits way up at the front. I'm still debating whether I want to be that close to the action.

Tuan found me waiting for Chemistry this morning. He woke me up in time for my class so that was fun.

You never notice know how many blind people are in a city until you ride the bus.

Love Gretel

P.S. Crinoline to Calico is the best book I've ever read. Even better than Cousin William.

Chaos in order
Mood:  amorous
Now Playing: Groovy Kind of Love
The morning was rather uneventful. I almost made it the whooooole way to the U which my cappuchino safely in its cup, despite Colin's jostlely methods of driving. But two blocks from the parking lot, my coffee finally found freedom.

OH! And Jane recognized me as we were getting on the bus!

Lab went okay. Except it went late and I missed the early bus. Jessie and I had horses from hell. One didn't want to be palpated and ran back to her stall and stepped on my foot. The other freaked out when Jess tried to get her. Sooooo, we joined another group instead.

I decided to take the 6 home instead of waiting an hour for the 114. Never again. That's the bus from hell. Aaaaaand the batteries died on my cd player. But it did give me time to entertain daydreams.

Oh and on the way home from the bus some kids were singing a scategorical song which got stuck in my head. I was most distraught. So for all of you out there. . . " be a ***edited*-- I realized that the lyric I was going to put on could be horribly misintrepreted so I censored it*** your hand."

Anyway; that's about all, my chem book came, so I feel much relaxed.

Love Gr-goyle.

Chem Time
Mood:  silly
Now Playing: Lay You Down - Conway Twitty
Yeah for another day of education.

I still couldn't sleep after relaxing and hanging out with Colin in the park last night. (Even after satisfying my usual late night cravings for bananas and some form of bread!) So I read Cousin William which I got from the Magrath Library earlier (one of the only things in that library under PS). It's like the best book I've ever read. Everyone should rush out immediately and find it. If you don't do that, well there's always the Esperantan film Incubus starring none other than William Shatner.

Let's see Animal Nutrition, interesting, however it was less than eventful.

Chem was also a non factor. I could write more about the guitar man, who is the sprinkles on my Chem donut , then about Chem. Although I did plan out my elemental room, complete with killer crabs, while trying to drown out the "likes," "totallys," "reallys," "no ways," and other such expressions from the freshman girls next to me.

Anyway, Chem lab, was much more interactive. My partner Nick and I rocked the lab, and were out of there in time for me to catch the express. Unfortunately there was no Devil Kid today. He's the filling of my bus donut .

So until next time:

Love Gretel

Siiiiigh
Mood:  quizzical
Now Playing: Holy Water- Big and Rich
I only use quizzical b/c they don't have tired and I spent like an hour taking my pre-lab and pre-lecture quizzes for Chemistry. That class is uber-craptacular.

Siiiigh. But I refuse to let it make me mad anymore.

Sooo. Liz and Jillian and I had a sleepover last night out in the tent. We cooked hobo dinners in the fire pit and roasted marshmallows. No campfire songs though.

Argh; good thing for Big and Rich. I couldn't make it without them.

Liz, J and I went down to the Edina Mill park. I almost caught a crayfish in the creek. But I missed my chance and he jetted away under a rock.

Then I noticed a big dead fish in the water stuck up in some rocks. I decided to set it free so I got a big stick and let the water take it. It traveled down stream a little and got caught up under a big log. I tried to get over there to free it, but it didn't work out so well-- I decided since you couldn't really see it anymore that that would have to do.

Anyway; that's about all that I feel like mentioning.

Love Gretel

Just another day in Paradise
Mood:  bright
Now Playing: My Happy Ending- Avril
Yay for the first day of school. New college, new location, blah blah blah.

Colin drove me down there an hour earlier than he had to be there and helped me get to St. Paul and find my first class. I was uber-nervous, and prolly would have been late if I'd have had to find it myself and take the bus! So I'm uber-grateful to him.

Once I got to class (Equine Anatomy and Exercise Physiology) we all sat around for quite a while, cuz the prof was late. Anyway; she droned on and on about the syllabus like we couldn't read. Sigh.

After that I had a big break. I went down to Minnepolis and was going to get my U Pass but the line was dissapearing into the horizon, so I opted out. Instead, I found my next class (American Indian Oral Traditions) and sat outside persuing the bus schedules, figuring out my options for getting home.

A ladybug decided to grace me with it's presence as I sat there and crawled all over my backpack.

I went inside and found me a lefty-desk. It was in the back row, but I was okay with that. We got some intro info and learned how to think like beavers.

After that I was late to my next class (Animal Production Systems) It sounds uber-lame and boring. And I don't have to take it. So I might not.

We got out pretty early, so I went and got. . . MORE BUS SCHEDULES!!! Muwah- ha ha ha. I meandering back down to the Vet Med building and sat outside- musing over maps, snacking, and filling out my new voter's registration. Now I don't have to get an absentee ballot. Lucky me!

I still had 35 minutes before lab, so I went inside and started writing in my journal. I didn't have time to finish before I had to go back outside for lab. (Equine Anatomy and Physiology)

Miracle of miracles, the prof was NOT THERE!! Even though the entire class was. I sat down and started writing again. Then some morons came out and decided to smoke upwind of me so I was littered with ash and had to breath the toxic second-hand fumes before I finally gave them a dirty look and moved.

Finally we went to the Teaching Barn and pulled out some horses. Our group had Sierra. We had to write down all the anatomy we knew on some sheet. We didnt' really need the horses, but whatever. Then we got a mini lecture on anterior/posterior; medial/lateral, blah blah blah, I was bored to tears and just wanted to GO HOME!

When I was finally released from that agony I booked it on down to the CMU to get my U Pass, praying that the line was not long. And it wasn't! I was so happy.

I made it over to the buses, figured out which ones were coming and made it one without incident. The 114C was the first one that came so I took that one. That took me to Uptown, where I transferred to the 17C. Some dude sat next to me for a while and he had the same dragon shirt Wilson has.

Anyway. I made it without incident or hardship or getting lost so I was grinning the whole way home. I was cutting through the steps on the hill so I wouldn't have to walk around the dead end. I was just thinking, "Gee I hope the people who live here don't come out here and get mad at me for cutting through their yard. . ." When. . . some dude came out the house and I was like. . ohhhhh maannnnn!!!.... "Uhhh, do you mind if I cut through your yard?" (As I was already halfway through it) But he was nice and didn't care. So that was good.

Anyway; here I am, and here I'll be.

Love Gretel

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Blech, Too many Jalepeno Chips
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: Stacy's Mom- Fountains of Wayne
Well, congrats to Rayrul for her newly opened world of blogging. I wish I could say the same of Jesus-Maria, but also he is but a poor cactus. Though for some reason, he is blog-worthy. And on a plus note, you prolly won't have to learn any html at all, thanks to Angelfire's new setup.

I just went out to check the mail and lo and behold my final book at arrived! Yahoo! No pretty pictures though. And I'm pretty sure that it smells funny.

Chantel just got home from school; boasting of two snowcones. Camille missed the bus this morning. So I had to give her a ride. Then I just stayed up and read and finished Alta and the same for Cannery Row.

I saw Dodgeball the other day with Colin and Nicole. It was really good if you liked Zoolander too. But of course nothing compared to the superior Hero.

So what to do, what to do? I'll prolly go pump up the old bike tires and ride somewheres.

Later and Love, Gretel Vaughn