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Some things I’ve been doing lately:
  • Dedicating myself to the zombie cause. Don’t let a zombie starve! Donate your brain to save the hungry.
  • Trying to explain zombies to international students. Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video was a significant part of the curriculum.
  • Putting Ragu on everything I eat. I love it because it has no chunks!
  • Writing a paper about onomatopoeia for Senior Essay
  • Writing a paper about the Uighurs of Xinjiang for Chinese Communication
  • Writing a paper about agreement in Modern Hebrew for Morphology
  • Watching classic movies. Oldies are goodies.
  • Rereading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. It puts me in a straaange mood.
  • Helping my neighbor Christine sell her stuff before she moves back to Taiwan. This is very stressful for her; she takes it personally when people try to negotiate the price and exclaims, “Are you robbery?!”
  • Wondering what time Pentecostals go to bed. For some reason this was a discussion at Kraettli the Greatly last night, and our best estimate was 9:30. Jeeves didn’t know.
  • Saying “peripatetic” quietly to myself

And if you’ve already seen it, it doesn’t hurt to be amazed again. Watch it!

Anne, see if you can replicate this.

I am a survivor living in Norman, Oklahoma.

Nothing went the way it was supposed to.

There were six billion people on earth when the infection hit.

I am broadcasting on all AM frequencies.

If there is anyone out there… Please.

You are not alone.

On Friday, my church group, RUF, is starting a campus-wide game of Humans vs. Zombies. If you are unaware of how this game works, please let me tell you: Players are divided into humans and zombies, and zombies “eat” humans by tagging them. The humans can stun the zombies by throwing socks at them, and zombies starve to death if they haven’t eaten a human in 48 hours. For the sake of the rest of the planet, we can only hope that the humans win! This game may cause campus to become a little chaotic (although academic buildings, dorm rooms, and bathrooms are off-limits, thank goodness), and people are getting REALLY into it. There are about 500 people signed up so far, and people are strategizing as if the fate of the human race depends on it. One girl asked if tops of buildings are off-limits. I admire her spunk. I’m not signed up yet, because, frankly, I am a little terrified. But I intend to, I think.

In other news, I ask myself everyday why I haven’t run away to join the circus yet. I turned in the rough draft of my senior essay (38 pages! woohoo) on Monday, so that is out of my hands (literally) for another week. I started on my Uighur paper, and have two presentations to do next week and a morphology paper the week after that.

Apparently we are having a Korean cookout this weekend. If you are perplexed about what that might involve, know that I am too.

I got to go home last weekend, which was SO GOOD. I love my family! It was so relaxing, except for the part on Saturday morning when people kept coming into my room to wake me up by putting the dog on top of me. And Anne said something to me about how she “shouldn’t have stolen that tar,” which I realized was weird after she left. Don’t say things like that to me when I’m not awake, Anne.

For all the saints, who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blessed.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

O may Thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victor’s crown of gold.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;
Sweet is the calm of paradise the blessed.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day;
The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of glory passes on His way.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
And singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost:
Alleluia, Alleluia!

William Walsham How 1864

Last night at Kraettli the Greatly, Lin was telling us the conspiracy theories he believes.  This, of course, is one of my favorite conversation topics, so I did my best to egg him on. He explained to us how the moon landings were faked, then launched into his favorite EVER, which was something about the U.S. planning the attacks in Pearl Harbor. Rachel took great offense to this, and they debated for about ten minutes. We decided to resolve the discussion the old-fashioned way – arm wrestling. Unfortunately, Rachel lost, so apparently Lin is right and the U.S. government did have advance knowledge of the attacks. Dispute = SETTLED.

I hope next week’s smack-down can be over whether Wikipedia is run by the Illuminati! I haven’t picked what side I’ll be on yet.

This weekend looks promising. I hope to take a chunk out of my paper(s) this afternoon and tomorrow. Tomorrow evening we’re having a Princess Bride viewing party for the internationals, since none of them have seen it. On Sunday my friend Deah and I are going to try a restaurant in the Lowes parking lot that we always thought was a shed, then we will make “Free High Fives” t-shirts.

I’ve been in an e.e. cummings mood lately, which is where the title of this post comes from. I checked out a book of his poetry from the library today because it’s such a wonderful thing to read in the springtime. Don’t worry, I still respect punctuation.

I hope you all had a lovely Easter. I did. I originally planned to journey up to Kansas for the weekend, but ended up staying in Oklahoma in an attempt to Get Stuff Done. This was somewhat of a bummer. Easter is my favorite holiday and I’ve never not been at home for it. Fortunately, many of the things that I love about it (quality family time, the Hallelujah Chorus, the Widor toccata) are not absolutely crucial; the crucial part is that Jesus died and rose again! Christ Jesus who died – more than that, who was raised to life – is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?

Despite the lack of quality family time, it’s been a nice weekend. I ate fried chicken and watched Almost Famous and Sherlock Holmes with friends, camped out at the library and worked on my paper, camped out on a picnic blanket and worked on nothing, went out for Indian food with internationals, watched Synecdoche, New York (it’s the most depressing thing I’ve ever seen), dyed eggs, etc. Rachel’s mom and sister spent the weekend at our apartment, so I got to meet them. They’re friendly people.

Last night my friend John and I were looking up banjos and noise-canceling machines on Craigslist when all of a sudden Lin called to ask if the health center was still open. (He is our quirky Taiwanese friend.) Lin apparently cut his hand on a shattered glass while washing dishes, and was moaning about all the blood. John and I sprung into action and ran over to his apartment to save his life. At this point Lin was feeling braver and started bragging to me about his high tolerance for pain. Then we all went to John’s house because he has a better first aid kit and patched up Lin and gave him candy, and that was that. This experience made me realize a few things: 1) I don’t know any first aid. I’m glad John was there and knew what to do, because my only contribution was to clean the kitchen and reinforce gender stereotypes. 2) I don’t have a first aid kit. Why don’t I have a first aid kit?? Didn’t I used to? I don’t know. 3) Even though I’m good at remaining calm in emergencies, that’s about all I can do. Other than that I am as useful as a bump on a log.

After this adventure, I went on a walk and saw a guy in Kraettli dancing with a dagger! Talk about another accident waiting to happen. (I had my knife with me as well and thought about challenging him to a dance-off, but there’s no way I could have won. He was good.)

Now it’s Monday again. You know what that means – Cake Day! Celebrate responsibly.