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{Wednesday, December 31, 2003  }


My sister's getting married on Saturday! I'm so excited. When she leaves, I GET TO SLEEP IN HER BED!!! HAHAHAAA! This freaking air mattress hurts to sleep on, and it smells like plastic.
Jon and I are in charge of the music, and we're hoping it's going to work out all right. All of the musicians are confirmed, but one is iffy -- one girl we haven't heard from at all aside from a confirmation that she is going to sing in the wedding.

It's another crummy New Years Eve, but not as bad as it could be, because I'm giving Colleen her Christmas present (babysitting) and at the *best* time -- Colleen and Eric haven't been out alone for New Years for 6 years. I'm happy they'll be able to spend this time together, and it's a small sacrifice to make on my part. So, unlike last year, I won't be sitting at home wallowing in my own self-pity, miserably playing "What Are You Doing New Years Eve?" over and over again on the piano. Instead, I'm doing a good thing for my sister who NEEDS a break. And I've told her I'm available any other time she needs me to babysit, too. So I feel good about that. But not pat-self-on-the-back good.

Hey, dig this -- Veni, Vidi, Vici.

Coooool.
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{Monday, December 22, 2003  }


To be ... or not to be -- that is the question,
whether tis nobler in mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
or to take ARMS against a sea of troubles,
and, by opposing, end them! To Die, to sleep --
no more... and by a "sleep" to say we end
the heart-ache and the *thousand* natural shocks
that flesh is heir to, tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished!
. To die... to sleep....
to sleep, perchance to dream... aye, *there*'s the rub,
for in that sleep of death what dreams may come
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil
must give us pause; there's the respect
That makes *calamity* of so long life...
for who would bear the whips and scorns of time?
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
the pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
the insolence of office and the spurns
that patient merit of the unworthy takes,
when he himself might his quietus make
with a bare bodkin?
who would fardels bear,
to grunt and sweat under a weary life,
but that the dread of something after death --
the undiscovered country from whose bourn
no traveler returns, puzzles the will
and *makes* us rather bear the ills we have
than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus does conscience make cowards of us all
and thus the native hue of resolution
is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought...
and enterprises of great pith and moment
with this regard their currents turn away ...
and *lose* the name of action ...
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{Sunday, December 14, 2003  }


Lovely Rita

Aaaahhh...

Lovely Rita meter maid
Lovely Rita meter maid

Lovely Rita meter maid
Nothing can come between us
When it gets dark I tow your heart away
Standing by a parking meter
When I caught a glimpse of Rita
Filling in a ticket in her little white book
In a cap she looked much older
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man

Lovely Rita meter maid
May I inquire discreetly (Lovely Rita)
When are you free to take some tea with me? (Lovely Rita, maid, ah)
Rita!

Took her out and tried to win her
Had a laugh and over dinner
Told her I would really like to see her again
Got the bill and Rita paid it
Took her home I nearly made it
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two

Oh, lovely Rita meter maid
Where would I be without you
Give us a wink and make me think of you (Lovely Rita meter maid)
Lovely Rita meter maid, Rita meter maid (Lovely Rita meter maid)
Oh Lovely Rita meter meter maid (Lovely Rita meter maid)
Ah da, ah da (Lovely Rita meter maid)
posted by Lauren, 12:23 PM | link | 0 comments

So I went to Petsmart looking at cages, and I was noticing how well-kept their birds were, as opposed to the pet store here, where 12 are crammed in a cage meant for 2, and the cages are dirty and the birds are unhappy and unexercised and ... it's pretty sad. But here the birds were chirpy and happy and playing with each other and grooming each other and chirping and screeching and cooing. Very sweet. So I thought "hey... I'll just get everything here" so I called Jon and he said sure, and he'd pay for it later, so he bought me a bird. [G] And what a BEAUTIFUL little bird! I think it's a girl, and in the tradition started by Jude of naming birds after Beatles Songs and saints, her name is Rita, like "Lovely Rita" from the Sgt. Pepper's album and St. Rita. She's so beautiful ... she's a green parakeet. Very, very bright happy green, and this *deep* blue tail, that starts a royal blue, and fades down into navy blue and into black. She doesn't have a whole lot of yellow, just a little on her face. Her forehead is mostly barred. She was the most attractive parakeet there, definitely. There was one other bird that looked like she didn't have any kind of blue cross-bred into her, but she was kind of a drab green. I like parakeets that are either straight blue or a little cross-bred with white parakeets, or all green. Mottled looks kind of funny. So Mel was pure blue, Snowy was all white but not albino -- she had the tiniest patch of pale blue on her tummy -- and Jude, as you've seen, was a *perfect* combination of both Mel and Snowy.

The car-ride and time in the box really stressed her out, I think, but she seems to be doing a bit better now. She's currently pecking a bit at her seeds. Yesterday, all she wanted to do was sit on the farthest corner of her perch. I've barely heard a peep out of her since I got her. I'm hoping she'll adjust soon enough. If I get my camera fixed for Christmas like I'm hoping, I'll take a picture of her for you.
posted by Lauren, 12:18 AM | link

{Friday, December 12, 2003  }


foolish boy!
posted by Lauren, 3:56 AM | link | 0 comments

{Thursday, December 11, 2003  }


I try to remain somewhat calm and level-headed in my blog. Permit me a break from this for one moment to say ...

O HAPPY DAY! O JOY UNBOUNDED! O SWEET RELEASE! O RAPTURE UNEXAMPLED!

I, my dearest friend, o boon companion mine, I AM FINISHED WITH MY FIRST SEMESTER OF COLLEGE!!!!! WOOOOOOOOT BRING IT ON, 20 HOURS OF SPRING SEMESTER! >:o HECK YEAH!!! BOOYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

*breakdance*

So I got an A on my philosophy paper! What did he say, "very clear and well-grounded in the text. Good job." STAMN DRAIGHT, good jorb! I'm smarter than YOU are! >:o

*arrogance* ;)

Also, I'm sure I got an A on my philosophy final. Maybe an A- at the least because I didn't really mention Plato's republic on the second question. Well I sort of did -- I had a lot of good stuff in that one anyway, even though I disagreed with every word I wrote. Ugh, I hate that Arendt woman. Nassssty hobbitsesss. I actually started with that one, because I got to the room and realized I had forgotten my Aristotle. Oops. But the girl next to me let me borrow hers. This was also a little owchy because it wasn't edition with which I was familiar, although it was not the edition assigned for class, God bless the girl (that is the WORST and MOST CONFUSING translation of Aristotle I've ever seen). But, since Aristotle was question 1, she wrote on Aristotle first and was using her book. So I left a few pages and began with question 6, which I really didn't study much at all because it was such a stupid question, but I was easily able to pull the answers straight from the text and elaborate upon them a little. I thought about it as I wrote it, and think I came up with something interesting to say that was still based in the text but not parroting.

So HA
so HA
so HA!

Also, collegium practice was little under an hour, and we were AWESOME, which is such a change from last time, because "Adoramus Te" stunk and we were pretty thin-sounding on the Christmas carols ("In Dulci Jubilo", which is one of my favorites, "Quem Pastores Laudavere", which is beautiful and I used it for my audition, and "Once In Royal David's City"). But! Oooh we were good -- good tone, good sound, good "shape", good everything. I was even hitting some of the soprano notes (no Gs) but then, probably due to the fact that I had just ate (breakfast/lunch and what will probably have been dinner), it wore off towards the end of the rehearsal and I had to just kind of let it go. Not hit the notes, I mean, not try.

Oooh I am SO PSYCHED. However, now I have to clean like anything and be packed and laundried and ready to go tomorrow!
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{Wednesday, December 10, 2003  }


LOL! This is my new favorite blog: Stealing Heaven. Check out this awesome story --

Wednesday, December 10, 2003
From the Mouths of Babes Comes... Jacques Maritain?!

A comment in Disputations [another excellent blog ~LB], where a poster commented on being over his head reminded me of my own time "being in way over my head."

Once upon a time in the novitiate... a few of us brothers volunteered to speak at a small, private Catholic K-8 school. I and three other classmates went, myself mostly to tag along, offer moral support and get out of the novitiate for an afternoon. Br. James was always better at public speaking, anyway, and loves to do that kind of thing.

So, he's giving a standard talk on Dominic, the habit, etc, at a very basic level. E.g., "This is a habit. This is what we wear..." The kids are a bit bored, it seems. Finally, comes the Q&A, when things tend to liven up a bit.

Br. James: "Yes, go ahead."

Kid: "Who's your favorite neo-Thomist?"

Br. James: "Pardon?"

Kid:"Who's your favorite neo-Thomist, is it Maritain?"

Kid2: "Have you read the whole Summa? What part do you like best?"

And so forth. I wisely defer to my brethren. In the cafeteria during lunch, conversations continue, with one fifth or sixth grader complaining that the teachers wouldn't let him read the Summa, and had to settle for Farrell's Companion. I'm quietly eating my school lunch of pizza and orange juice, as another kid is arguing over the finer points of double predestination with Br. Augustine, and another kid is talking about Tridentine liturgy with Br. Mannes.

Finally, one girl asks Br. James:

"Can we ask anything?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"You sure? The teachers said you might get bored..."

"No, go ahead."

"Ok, what's your favorite color? What music do you like?" and the more standard barrage of questions, although young Master Double Predestination continued unabated with Br. Augustine.

Well, at least they're normal, if overly-educated kids, if there's such a thing.

Moral of the (yes, it's true) story: Watch out for the halflings. Especially those that carry Farrell's Companion. I just hope they don't access my blog.

# posted by Dismas @ 3:39 PM

*cracks up* That's what I'm talkin' about!!!
posted by Lauren, 11:42 PM | link | 0 comments

(Ha, SarahMc! Finally a quizilla I didn't steal from you. ;) I stole it from Alice! LOL [G])
posted by Lauren, 3:11 PM | link | 0 comments

AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaugh!!!!!!!!!!

I hope I hope I hop I hope I hope I hope I HOPE I did not just flunk Greek. :(

I feel good about Lit Trad, okay about theology, very good about Latin ... AWFUL about Greek. :( I think I'll do well on tomorrow's philosophy. In fact, I'm sure I am. Philosophy is an easy "A".

Well I'm running much better on today's 3.5 hours of sleep as compared to yesterday's two hours of sleep. What a difference an hour and a half makes, I wonder if I can permanently cut my sleep back to 3.5 hours.

You represent... kindness.
You represent... kindness.
You're a very gentle, kind, and caring individual.
You truely care about people and are generally
well-liked. Though sometimes you may be
perceived as weak, you truely have a strong
heart and a good desire to help others.


What feeling do you represent?
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{Tuesday, December 09, 2003  }


Ha, I've solved my delimma... I should be an English major, because this quiz says so!

indiepop
You're an Indie Pop Kid. You like songs about
relationships and the prettiness of nature.
You're sentimental, but not certainly not emo.
Oh, and if you aren't an English Major, you
should be.


You Know Yer Indie. Let's Sub-Categorize.
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No, really, I spent an hour or so of today going through an online medical dictionary. It was cool. [G] However the UVA physical therapist's office called me back and said that currently they don't have the staff to do the kind of "shadow programming" that I'd like to do. However, she did offer to check other PT's in the area (maybe Martha Jefferson) to see if maybe they could help me out. I'm really thinking more and more that medical stuff is the way to go. However, I haven't had one college biology class yet, so I'm trying not to get emotionally wedded to any one idea until I have a clearer idea of what I'd be getting in to. The medical profession seems to run in the family, and microbiology and other stuff is not unfamiliar. Biology was really easy in jr high (where I had two years or something like that) and in highschool (where I, unfortunately, didn't have it as a lab science) and really fun... except one thing I *never* got was the chemistry part... balancing equations. I memorized the formula for photosynthesis (I still have half of it), but I never understood it. Yet on the other hand, there is a level of chemistry I *can* grasp (and physics, too .. sans the math [L]): the intuitive, observational part. I may say, out of all honesty, that I do have rather good powers of observation. I think I get this from my father. So when someone tries to explain the math part of how something in chemistry works, I kind of stare blankly at them. But I can grasp "so if you do this to it, it will react in turn like this", and I'm pretty good at grasping geometrical whatsit.

Mmmmmpppphhhh... this makes me nervous. If I do end up doing pre-med, I have a lot of things to think about, and a lot of people to talk to. Also, it's going to be a Realy Tough Row To Hoe.

On the other hand, I could stay a classics major and hope that the CIA is smart enough to recognize the smartness of classics majors. I'm still not sure I'm cut out to be one. I can take a small section of something and analyze it very completely and well. I think. I actually haven't got my Greek paper back yet, but I feel rather confident in my ability to do so. However, I still miss the bigger picture of something. I'm good at languages and analyzing... but there's something else that every classics major's got that I don't. Rightly you may say that I am only in my first semester and don't have my skills but slightly developed yet. This is true. But ... again there's that underlying doubt. Augh. I don't know. And I can't really think because I am tired, and because I've got Beautiful Mind playing in the background. Actually I have to go and work on Greek! I have a Greek final at 12:30 and a Latin final at 9am.

By the way ... Mel Gibson's "Passion" looks good.

k00l, l33t k@7h0l1k. r0x0r!!!!!!1111111
posted by Lauren, 11:59 PM | link | 0 comments

Well. I feel really good about my Lit trad final and "eeehhhhhhh" about my Under the Bible final. I got about 2 hours of sleep last night. [g] I rescheduled my Latin final -- tomorrow, 9am. I have Greek at 12:30.*dies*
posted by Lauren, 9:13 PM | link | 0 comments

LOL!

From Stephen:

To: Lauren
Subject: Finals


Hey Lauren,


Just wishing you luck on your finals tomorrow. Uhhh, I guess it's today now. Whatever. Anyway. Good luck, may the Force be with you, Sink Navy, Beat Navy, BOOYAH!!!, HOOAH!!!, and last but not least, GO WEST POINT!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.


Yeah. I guess you get my point. Anyway. Whatever. Goodnight, uhh, good morning, or whenever you get this, um, uh [light bulb goes off- that is, goes on] aha!: "Good day, Miss Brannon" [tips hat].


I'll be praying for you. Please pray for me too.


Your big, mean, cranky, older brother who wants you to stop getting him hooked on your favorite bands,


Mudslogger


P.S. Scratchy Crackhead/Mudslogger's Finals Week status report, 1:47 a.m. Tuesday, December 9, 2003: Ah heck, this email's too long already. I'll talk to you later.
P.P.S. And if I haven't made you laugh at least once during this email, I'm going to have to go back to clown school. *prays* Please have laughed- I don't wanna go back there.......
~~~

What a nerd. ;)
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{Monday, December 08, 2003  }


These are a freaking cool idea:

PajamaGram.
posted by Lauren, 10:42 PM | link | 0 comments

[L]

I heard a story similar to this one from Rob:

One year Dad decided he was going to save money on haircuts, so he bought an electric haircutter kit. At first everything went fine, but then he gave us haircuts. They were horrible. Then everything seemed to be going fine for a while, but then he gave us haircuts again. So I guess, mostly, it was a good idea.
posted by Lauren, 10:23 PM | link | 0 comments

Hooooooolllllyyyyyyy cow!!!

Someone had to be on some kind of strong hallucenogenic to make THIS website. It's so Yellow Sumbarineish, without the ferocity or occasional greusomeness. And it looks suspiciously Teletubbies-ish. There aren't a lot of things that can freak me out, but this is one of them.
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Es brillig war. Die schlichte Toven  
Wirrten und wimmelten in Waben;  
Und aller-mümsige Burggoven  
Die mohmen Räth' ausgraben.  

»Bewahre doch vor Jammerwoch!  
Die Zähne knirschen, Krallen kratzen!  
Bewahr' vor Jubjub-Vogel, vor  
Frumiösen Banderschntzchen!«  

Er griff sein vorpals Schwertchen zu,  
Er suchte lang das manchsan' Ding;  
Dann, stehend unterm Tumtum Baum,  
Er an-zu-denken-fing.  

Als stand er tief in Andacht auf,  
Des Jammerwochen's Augen-feuer  
Durch tulgen Wald mit Wiffek kam  
Ein burbelnd Ungeheuer!  

Eins, Zwei! Eins, Zwei! Und durch und durch  
Sein vorpals Schwert zerschnifer-schnück,  
Da blieb es todt! Er, Kopf in Hand,  
Geläumfig zog zurück.  

»Und schlugst Du ja den Jammerwoch?  
Umarme mich, mien Böhm'sches Kind!  
O Freuden-Tag! O Halloo-Schlag!«  
Er schortelt froh-gesinnt.  

Es brillig war. Die schlichte Toven  
Wirrten und wimmelten in Waben;  
Und aller-mümsige Burggoven  
Die mohmen Räth' ausgraben.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.
posted by Lauren, 7:55 PM | link | 0 comments

Reeves (3:53:56 PM): O frabjous day!
Lauren (3:54:13 PM): frabjous?
Reeves (3:54:26 PM): I had the best talk with a telephone solicitor!
Lauren (3:54:30 PM): LOL!
Reeves (3:55:18 PM): She was trying to sell my a new Platinum Mastercard. So I asked if the balance from my other defaulted cards would be applied against this one
Lauren (3:55:33 PM): ...?
Reeves (3:56:03 PM): (i.e. I had insufficient funds to pay off my other cards, so the froze my assets
Reeves (3:56:05 PM): )
Reeves (3:56:39 PM): While not true, the lady quickly thanked me for my time
Lauren (3:56:58 PM): LOL!!!
posted by Lauren, 4:58 PM | link | 0 comments

[L] I find most peoples sentiments on finals week amusing:

Reeves(3:41:05 PM): Sadly, I think Lit Trad is the class I'm feeling the most confident about my knowledge
Reeves(3:41:54 PM): Don't worry, Am Civ and Latin will kill me, bury me, and send a nice funerary wreath
posted by Lauren, 4:42 PM | link | 0 comments

.:{Happy feast of the Immaculate Conception!}:.


(HOLY DAY OF OBLIGATION -- get to Mass! I missed the noon mass, I must go to the 5pm mass)

From the Akathistos hymn, "the most famous Byzantine hymn to the Virgin Mary":

(favorite titles italicized)

Hail, O you, through whom Joy will shine forth!
Hail, O you, through whom the curse will disappear!
Hail, O Restoration of the Fallen Adam!
Hail, O Redemption of the Tears of Eve!
Hail, O Peak above the reach of human thought!
Hail, O Depth even beyond the sight of angels!
Hail, O you who have become a Kingly Throne!
Hail, O you who carry Him Who Carries All!
Hail, O Star who manifest the Sun!
Hail, O Womb of the Divine Incarnation!
Hail, O you through whom creation is renewed!
Hail, O you through whom the Creator becomes a Babe!
Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!
Hail, O hidden Sense of the Ineffable Plan!
Hail, O Belief in Silence That Must Be!
Hail, O Forecast of the Marvels of Christ!
Hail, O Fountainhead of truths concerning Him!
Hail, Celestial Ladder, by whom God came down!
Hail, O Bridge leading earthly ones to heaven!
Hail, O Wonder, ever-thrilling to the angels!
Hail, O Wound, ever-hurting to the demons!
Hail, O you who gave birth to Light ineffably!
Hail, O you who told no one how it was done!
Hail, O you who surpass the wisdom of the wise!
Hail, O you who enlighten faithful minds!
Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!
Hail, O Tendril whose Bud shall not wilt!
Hail, O Soil whose Fruit shall not perish!
Hail, O Tender of mankind's loving Tender!
Hail, O Gardener of the Gardener of Life!
Hail, O Earth who yielded abundant mercies!
Hail, O Table full-laden with appeasement!
Hail, for you have greened anew the pastures of delight!
Hail, for you have prepared a haven for the souls!
Hail, acceptable Incense of Prayer!
Hail, Expiation of the whole universe!
Hail, O you Favor of God to mortal men!
Hail, O you Trust of mortals before God!
Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!
Hail, O Mother of Lamb and Shepherd!
Hail, O Fold of rational sheep!
Hail, O Protection against unseen foes!

Hail, O Key to the Doors of Paradise!
Hail, for the heavenly rejoice with the earth!
Hail, for the earthly meet the heavens in song!
Hail, the Unsilenced Voice of the Apostles!
Hail, the Undaunted Might of Martyrs!

Hail, O Steadfast Foundation of Faith!
Hail, O Shining Emblem of Grace!
Hail, O you through whom death was despoiled!
Hail, O you through whom we were clothed with glory!
Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!
Hail, O Mother of the Star Without Setting!
Hail, O Radiance of the Mystical Day!
Hail, O you who quenched the flame of error!
Hail, O Light of those who search the Trinity!
Hail, O you who unthroned the Enemy of Men!
Hail, O you who showed forth Christ the Lord, Lover of Mankind!
Hail, O you who cleansed us from the stain of pagan worship!
Hail, O you who saved us from the mire of evil deeds!
Hail, O you who made cease the cult of fire!
Hail, O you who guide the faithful toward wisdom!
Hail, O you, Delight of all the Nations!

Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!
Hail, O Resurrection of mankind!
Hail, O Downfall of the Demons!
Hail, O you who crushed the error of deceit!
Hail, O you who exposed the fraud of idols!
Hail, O Sea who drowned the symbolic Pharaon!
Hail, O Rock who quenched those who thirst for Life!
Hail, O Pillar of Fire who guided those in darkness!
Hail, O Shelter of the World, wider than the clouds!
Hail, O Food who took the place of Manna!

Hail, O Handmaid of holy delight!
Hail, O Land of the promised good!
Hail, O you who flow with milk and honey!
Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!
Hail, O Blossom of Incorruption!
Hail, O Crown of Self-mastery!

Hail, O you who shone forth as a Sign of Resurrection!
Hail, O you who displayed the Life of Angels!
Hail, Fruitful Tree from whom believers feed!
Hail, Shady Glen where many are sheltered!
Hail, O you who have born the Guide of the Lost!
Hail, Source of Life to the captives' Release!
Hail, O you who unsettled even the Just Judge!
Hail, Indulgence of many who have fallen!
Hail, O Stole for those who lack freedom to speak!
Hail, O Tenderness who exceed all desire!
Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!
Hail, O Space of the Spaceless God!
Hail, O Gate of the Sublime Mystery!
Hail, O Message unsure to men without faith!
Hail, O Glory most certain to those who believe!
Hail, O Sacred Chariot of the One above the Cherubim!
Hail, Perfect Dwelling of the One above the Seraphim!
Hail, O you who reconciled opposites!
Hail, O you who combined maidenhood and motherhood!

Hail, O you through whom Paradise was opened!
Hail, O Key to the Kingdom of Christ!
Hail, O Hope for the Ages of Bliss!
Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!
Hail, O Container of God's Wisdom!
Hail, O Treasury of His Providence!
Hail, O Reproof of foolish philosophers!
Hail, O Confusion of speechless wise men!
Hail, for you perplexed the inquisitive minds!
Hail, for you dried up the inventors of myths!
Hail, for you ripped the Athenians' meshes!
Hail, for you filled the Fishermen's nets!
Hail, O Retriever from the Abyss of Ignorance!
Hail, O Lamplight of Knowledge to many!
Hail, O Ship for those who seek Salvation!
Hail, O Harbor for the Sailors of Life!
Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!
Hail, O Pillar of Virginity!
Hail, O Gateway of Salvation!
Hail, O Principle of the New Creation!
Hail, O Dispenser of God's bounties!
Hail, for you restored those born in shame!
Hail, for you gave sense to those who had lost it!
Hail, O you who stopped the corruptor of minds!
Hail, O you who bore the Sower of Chastity!
Hail, Holy Chamber of virginal wedlock!
Hail, O you who join the faithful with God!
Hail, O gracious Foster-Mother of virgins!
Hail, O Bridesmaid of holy souls!
Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!


By singing praise to your maternity, we all exalt you as a spiritual temple, Mother of God! For the One Who Dwelt Within Your Womb, the Lord Who Holds All Things in His Hands, sanctified you, glorified you, and taught all men to sing to you:

Hail, O Tabernacle of God the Word!
Hail, O Holy One, more holy than the saints!
Hail, O Ark that the Spirit has gilded!
Hail, Inexhaustible Treasure of Life!
Hail, Precious Crown of rightful authorities!
Hail, Sacred Glory of reverent priests!

Hail, Unshakable Tower of the Church!
Hail, Unbreachable Wall of the Kingdom!
Hail, O you through whom the trophies are raised!
Hail, O you through whome the enemies are routed!
Hail, O healing of my body!
Hail, O salvation of my soul!
Hail, O Bride and Maiden ever-pure!

Gabriel was rapt in amazement as he beheld your virginity and the splendor of your purity, O Mother of God, and he cried out to you: "By what name shall I call you? I am bewildered; I am lost! I shall greet you as I was commanded to do: 'Hail, O Woman full of Grace!'"

Glory to you, O Christ, our God and our hope: glory be to you!

(full text found here.
posted by Lauren, 3:28 PM | link

Papers done! Now I'm going to turn all the sound off on my computer and study Latin for a long time.

Pray for me! Three exams tomorrow -- Lit Trad, Latin, Under the Bible.
posted by Lauren, 2:42 PM | link | 0 comments

LOL! From Cecilia's IM profile:

"you won' t remember the tests you failed, but you will never forget who you were with when you decided not to study."

So true.
posted by Lauren, 12:54 PM | link | 0 comments

I just added a TON of Dominican links.
posted by Lauren, 3:47 AM | link | 0 comments

from www.engrish.com:



LOL!!! There's a great random quote. "Look, blood!"



An answer to the conservatives and the liberals!!!



Wow... I should buy that for Stephen.



Recognition is mine!



....maaaaaaaan.... *dies laughing*!!!



And this is why I'm a social recluse.



And I thought *I* was weird, getting such a kick out of being clean!



I just nead to learn to rerax...




Ewwwwwww.... [L] the caption: "would you like flies with that?"



"For when your mind is hopelessly lost in the gutter..."



Oh... man...



"Comes with virus jelly?"



"For people who like aggressive food..."

Man...I feel bad laughing that loud and hard at 2:30am!
posted by Lauren, 3:23 AM | link | 0 comments

Stephen(11:17:30 PM): Scratchy Crackhead/Mudslogger 1st Semester Finals Week Status Report, 11:15 p.m. Sunday, December 7, 2003:
Finals completed: 3
Finals left: 3
Horses killed: 0
Cans of Pringles Consumed: 2
Cans of Pringles Lef: 0
All-nighters pulled: 0
All-nighters left to pull: probably at least 1
Cans of Dr. Pepper downed: 3
Cans of Dr. Pepper to go: 9
Bands his adopted sister has hooked him on: 2
Attitude: Plenty
Feeling about Finals Week right now: BRING IT ON


My life is rated G.
What is your life rated?


splinter pic
You are Master Splinter, a very Wise rat who would
do anything for your friends. You have good
chi and are a very calming person to be around.
Everyone looks to you in awe.


Which TMNT character are you?
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posted by Lauren, 12:23 AM | link | 0 comments

{Sunday, December 07, 2003  }


Also, I added a place for individual comments. It will email me these comments, so COMMENT! [G]
posted by Lauren, 10:42 PM | link | 0 comments

Howdy, all --

I'm really excited about this new blog I started, a much more public blog, BloGoretti. It's entirely dedicated to chastity and living a chaste life, and I'm trying to make it as non-preachy as possible. I really rather like the approach of both NoMoHo.org and xxxchurch.com. So far all I have is my A+F rant, and a Mary Beth Bonacci article, and a quote from proverbs. I hope to include something about the sexiness of men holding babies. I'm sure that says something about chastity. Anywya. Gotta go. Paper. Tired. *snore*
posted by Lauren, 6:57 PM | link | 0 comments

You know what, you know what, I've had just about enough of Abercrombie & Fitch.

Let me tell you a little story.

If you've read my blog, certainly you know I used to work at B. Moss. B. Moss, in our mall, was directly across from Hallmark (a nice store), directly next to J. Crew (where I wish I would have worked, even though I can't afford their stuff, sigh), and diagonal-across from Abercrombie and Fitch. Whenever I would walk past this store on my way to work, or even before I used to work in the mall as a little cnytrling, merrilly shopping and shopping, I always ignored this store. There was always loud, thudding music like an artillery demonstration coming from their speakers. This alone was enough to deter me, not to mention the clothes in their windows always looked as if they had been worn and washe (or not) for several decades prior. Often ripped or shrunk, they repuled clean-cut prissy lil' me, who liked her hair in tight curls and her khakis and button-downs starched stiff. What use had I of that nonsense? I often thought this with a derisive sneer as I passed by this store. Okay, no derisive sneer, but isn't that a good phrase and a perfectly prudish image? Anyway, so I never really paid attention to the store.
Now I have no idea how this happens, but I always get the reputation as the innocent, unspoilt, angelic one -- and this image is often exaggerated. I mean, I say this not out of "oooh look how good I am", but I've found some people, once they find a person cares something about their image and their chastity, have occasionally unreasonable expectations, that one must be 100% perfect 100% of the time, also sometimes "perfect" in a "puritanical" way. But I will admit to being the innocent one. Jokes cracked and phrases used that went completely over my head, and one of the girls would cover my ears and declare "oh, oops! virgin ears!" Granted, most of the girls at work were good girls and respected me, but especially towards the end when all the girls that knew each other would get together and talk, that would slip more and more.
There was always some talk about our divorcee manager, Laureen, having a little cush on one of the guys who works at Abercrombie, beause apparently he was quite good-looking (*shrugs*; since I've been dating Jon, there aren't many, if any, guys who can turn my head in the slightest). In fact, I was told, most or all of the guys who worked there are good-looking (with the expectant "aren't they?" tonality). As always, I would just shrug and declare I had never paid attention ("why not???").
One day -- and I forget how this actually came up -- Michelle and Sydelle decided that we were going to take a little "field trip", and I was to be "educated" or something. I wrote this down somewhere and now I can't find it. But all I knew at the time was that I was to accompany Sydelle. I don't think I knew where we were going or why. Well, it turns out that we went into Abercrombie and Fitch across the way. Sydelle flirted with the cute guys there, and I kind of stood uncomfortable off in the distance. I think some guy tried to talk to me but I gave him the cold shoulder. Anyway, I *then* found out that our "mission" was to go to Abercrombie and get ahold of their book called "Sex Ed", which was, essentially, a published and publicly placed book of pornography. Sydelle also called my attention to the walls, on which there were ultra-huge pictures along a similar vein (though I don't *think* anything exlicit was shown)...

I was absolutely outraged, not only at my treatment there, but at the fact that Abercrombie and Fitch was an institution of such horrible ... ! I couldn't believe it. And the article above addresses this, and shows ways to boycott, or otherwise to put one's foot down and refuse to stand for it any longer. I haven't read it all the way through, but I think I shall do this, and I encourage you all to do the same.

For now, I've stayed up far too late, and I'm going to bed. Goodnight!
posted by Lauren, 1:47 AM | link | 0 comments

{Saturday, December 06, 2003  }


Hah, check out this Army chaplain's assistant's blog, especially his java Army knowledge thing!
posted by Lauren, 11:06 PM | link | 0 comments

http://www.catholicherald.com/articles/00articles/insurance.htm
http://www.catholicherald.com/eddesk/00ed/ed000928.htm
http://www.ewtn.com/library/PRIESTS/ARLINGTN.TXT
http://www.catholicherald.com/backissu/97bi/b9702.htm
http://cclsanantonio.org/resources/article.asp?cid=2&AID=63
http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Estates/4152/loverde.htm

A bunch of Mr. & Mrs. Laird links..
posted by Lauren, 10:29 PM | link | 0 comments

Deep poetry ... (not mine, for heaven's sake!)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....!

Gold Bond extra strength white cream
Solves all problems, it would seem.
Once applied with careful hands,
Makes it winter in the pants!
Arctic freeze!--oh!--watch the trees!
They're hard to miss.
posted by Lauren, 9:47 PM | link | 0 comments

Yes, Army lost. Yes, the loss was unfortunate. But consider -- it was so much better than their other losses! 34-6 isn't much, really, in the grand scheme of things. Really. And I'm so proud of myself -- it's the first football game (other than Stephen's games here) that I've sat down and watched voluntarily. And it was so much fun!!! I *loved* all the West Point stuff, and the Army/Navy spirit stuff. It was so awesome. One day I want to go to one of those games.

oh -- Jon bought my ticket to West Point the other day! Well, the ticket goes DFW to Newark. Jon, who will have a car over Christmas break, is going to pick me up at the Newark airport, and drive the 1hr 45min drive to West Point. Did the same thing with Mom and Dad when we went to visit Jon there in May -- that is an AWESOME drive! I quite look forward to it. We'll stay at CPT Stewart and his wife's house, and we're both going as Kate's guests (Kate in E3, not Kate Fenton; lol I can imagine Kate F reading that and going, "...what???" [L]).

Well... you know, now that I know more people read the udlassie blog, I'll start actually posting there. [G] Maybe I'll post some old posts, too.

I'm Queen Frostine!
You're Queen Frostine, the coolest character in all
of Candy Land! Not only do you float on ice
cream floats in the middle of Ice Cream Sea but
you add magic and sparkle to Candy Land! Keep
on rockin in a free world!


Which Candy Land Character Are You?
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There. There's an example of my inanity. Actually, this whole post was rather sub-par, but I have to write a paper. This is getting my fingers and felicity of expression warmed up. Really.

Ciao!
posted by Lauren, 9:44 PM | link | 0 comments

Hey Sarah-butt! You're a nerd! ;)

From Sarah's blog --

From DEUTERCNYTRMY:

Lo, did Lauren say: “One day I’ll rule this place. And all the cnytrs will bow to me.
Then the cnytr-offspring will play in the lair of the Chippendale and the Barista Goddess, the cnytr and the cow will lay down together.” Then Sarah spake: “And a little cnytrlet will lead them.”



*dies laughing*
posted by Lauren, 12:36 PM | link | 0 comments

{Friday, December 05, 2003  }


Yaaaaayyyy!!!

NoMoHo.org has new questions, and the most AWESOME thing ...

The guy writes in, "I am a guy, and I was wondering some practical things to do to make the world better for the girls. I have two little sisters, and one of them is going to be a freshman next year. They are both growing up and guys are paying lots of attention to them."

Matt responds, "Well brother, it looks like you're seeing the big picture:
every girl is a daughter and maybe a sister too. It's our
job as men to help make the world better for our sisters.
Here are ten simple things you can do:



  1. Do not be less of a man than you know you can
    be, understand that your title as "boyfriend"
    doesn't give you permission to take her clothes off. It
    is your duty to protect her heart.

  2. Do not be ashamed. If you are in a healthy relationship
    where you protect her purity, talk about it. When you are
    in the locker room or out with the guys, be proud that the
    two of you respect one another. Say anything with confidence
    and people are more likely to listen.

  3. Watch the jokes you make and the jokes you laugh
    at.


  4. Be a gentlemen: open the door, help her put on
    her jacket, let her go before you in line, take out a girl's
    trey at lunch, pick up her pencil, offer your notes if she
    didn't get them all. And don't just do this for the girls
    you want to date, be a gentleman to every girl. You have
    no idea how much this will mean to girls. They'll remember
    this for the rest of their lives.

  5. Call your friends out when they say something explicit
    about a girl ("I'd screw her so…) Be clever about
    it and don't back down. Most guys feel stupid when somebody
    calls them out, and he'll probably yell something back.
    Don't be afraid of standing up for a girl's dignity.

  6. If talk gets dirty at lunch, change the subject.
    It's quick and painless, and people will get the point.

  7. Give attention to the girls who dress more modestly
    and who aren't huge flirts. Small things do matter, like
    saying hi to a girl in the hall or giving a big smile to
    each girl when she walks in the classroom. You have no idea
    what a difference this makes to self esteem of so many girls.


  8. Be a good listener.

  9. Compliment girls who dress attractive but not whorish.
    But, make habit of giving compliments to girls that have
    nothing to do with how she dresses or the way she looks.
    Girls hear "you look hot" but would love to hear
    "you always have something interesting to say."

  10. Have healthy public display of affection (PDA.)
    Some guys will grab their girl's butt in public, or deep
    kiss next to the locker. There's no class here, and it is
    demeaning to the girl. Healthy PDA is a kiss on the cheek,
    giving a hug good morning, gently placing your hand in the
    small of her back, or putting your arm around her, especially
    when she is cold or feels insecure. These small things make
    a big difference, to your girl, and to those who are around
    you. Don't believe me? Try it and watch how everything changes.


Hooah!!!!!

Oh, I have such tremendous respect for true gentlemen like that!

(er, apologies for some of the, er, bluntness; NoMoHo.org can be blunt sometimes, but ya need to hear that sometimes)

*blows kisses to everybody*
posted by Lauren, 8:37 PM | link | 0 comments

Ooooh... a lovely quote Dani put in my blog comments deserves front-page:

"An intelligent, discreet, and pious young woman is worth more than all the money in the world. Tell her that you love her more than your own life, because this present life is nothing, and that your only hope is that the two of you pass through this life in such a way that, in the world to come, you will be united in perfect love." ~St. John Chrysostom
posted by Lauren, 1:55 PM | link | 0 comments

(Army/Navy football game tomorrow -- I usually hate football, but I plan on watching it with the 27 year old guy who sits next to me in Lit Trad, Jeremy, who was active duty Navy after highschool and is now in the reserves. Jeremy is cool. But ... Go Army!)

GO away NAVY! No one can BEAT ARMY!


;)
posted by Lauren, 1:53 PM | link | 0 comments

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posted by Lauren, 1:51 PM | link | 0 comments

{Thursday, December 04, 2003  }


(by the way, for those who are curious, NO, this is not actually what a cnytr is, but it serves to shut up and confuse those who ask [L])
posted by Lauren, 1:48 AM | link | 0 comments

Note how when I vehemently don't want to do school, I post in my blog.

From one very hyper and caffinated night talking with Aeb and SarahMc:

On Cnytrs
Knutrsiw largåssiw


Though some doubt they ever existed, Cnytrs once roamed the Saharan plain, having many traits in common with modern lions, who are from Cnytrs descended. Herodotus writes in his histories of the Greeks encountering Cnytrs during the Punic Wars:

      These foul, mean creatures seemed like lions, but had
      stranger behaviours than lions. They traveled in prides like
      lions, but the leader of the pride was the one with the largest
      butt.

Cnytrs were exceptionally large-butted; this was their chief feature, and in the culture of that species, seemed to be their pride. Beyond leadership, the females were admired and chosen by the males based on the size of their butts.
Some historians even believe that Hannibal may have used Cnytrs in some of the functions that have been attributed to elephants in texts. The historical accuracy of this opinion is unclear, but it is well known that classical societies despised the beasts, and would have made little mention of the creatures even if they had been useful.
After Cnytrs were driven to extinction by Greek and Roman expansion into Northern Africa, the Gauls came to fear the creatures, knowing that they had been used as workers for the Romans. Legends about the animals became common, and they became creatures to be feared, known not only for the size of their bottoms, but also for their stench.
In a manuscript recently discovered in Bath, lost pages of an introduction to "The Pardoner’s Tale" make mention of Cnytrs:

      As I begen my worthye taile, I saw that there were all the
      younge mens wyves, sprede out on the grasse lyke knytrs on
      the opene sands of Arabye.

Dante talks about Cnytrs as well in his "Inferno":

      Greedy gluttons therein dwell
      With stench like foul Cnytrs’ smell
      Sharper than a lion’s claw,
      Biting as an onion raw.

Whatever else may be said of Cnytrs, it seems clear that their effects on European culture and great, spanning from classical to medieval periods, though there is no mention made of them by the Africans who dwelt harder by the beasts.
posted by Lauren, 1:47 AM | link | 0 comments

.....after my little intellectual post about Latin puns, I don't really get this email from mag. [L] --

Dear Lauren,


Very amusing; thanks for the glimpse of the life of budding UD classicists. You and Tyler might place a feather in the weasel skin hat and call it . . .macroni. Were it macroni, it follows that Dolon ate his hat... (fuit quod edit)... or that he was the first historical revisionist ... ("He edited what he was" -- which was, after all, what he ate).


Glad you're enjoying your college experience. My guess is that it will get better and better.


Mag
~~~

OH wait! Now I think I get it!

edit:
edo(1), "to eat" -- 3rd sg. present subjunctive/present indicative/perfect indicative
edo(2), "to give out, put forth, bring forth, raise, set up; to edit(?)" -- 3rd sg present indicative

Hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....
posted by Lauren, 1:01 AM | link | 0 comments

{Wednesday, December 03, 2003  }


So I just took a personality test based on the way I pick colors, and it was TOTAL BS.

So I'm taking it again. [G]

But in the meantime... hahahahaa!
YES! YES! this is SO me! SarahMc and Abe will tell you...


Ok.... more results...

Your Existing Situation
Sensuous. Inclined to luxuriate in the things which give gratification to the senses, but rejects anything tasteless, vulgar, or coarse

Your Stress Sources
Seeks independence and freedom from any restriction and therefore avoids obligations or anything which might prove hampering. She is being subjected to considerable pressure and wants to escape from it so that she can obtain what she needs, but tends to lack the necessary strength of purpose to succeed in this.

Your Restrained Characteristics
Feels cut off and unhappy because of the difficulty in achieving the essential degree of cooperation and harmony which she desires.

Clings to her belief that her hopes and ideas are realistic, but needs encouragement and reassurance. Applies very exacting standards to her choice of a partner and wants guarantees against loss or disappointment.

Your Desired Objective
Unwilling to participate and wishes to avoid all forms of stimulation. Has had to put up with too much of a tiring or exhausting nature and now desires protection and noninvolvement

Your Actual Problem
Fears that her independence will be threatened or severely restricted unless she protects herself from outside influence. Does not want to be bothered.

Your Actual Problem #2
Failure to establish herself in a manner consonant with her own high opinion of her worth, combined with the continued effort to prove herself with inadequate resources, have resulted in considerable stress. Tries to escape from these excessive demands on her meager reserves by adopting a defensive attitude in which she refuses to be committed, or to be involved in further unpleasantness.

.........ooooooooooowch. well, that at least got a (very few) things right. I do tend to luxuriate in things that give gratification to the senses -- but doesn't everybody? I mean, that's pleasure, and everybody likes to be pleased. I *will* agree with Plato that philosophy is one of *the* highest pleasures a person can experience. And I definitely luxuriate in philosophy. On the lower end of the scale, I like my teas. Also, very much I do reject anything tasteless, vulgar, or coarse, but that's just a ladylike thing. Who likes the tasteless? What appeal is there in vulgarity? What educated person prefers advertisements to gentleman's clubs over Bernini, Da Vinci, Monet?

"Seeks independence and freedom from any restriction and therefore avoids obligations or anything which might prove hampering" -- well, in terms of school, yesish. In terms of life, definitely not.
"She is being subjected to considerable pressure and wants to escape from it so that she can obtain what she needs" -- yeah, that's what I would call finals time, wouldn't you? (finals are next week) -- "but tends to lack the necessary strength of purpose to succeed in this". ARE YOU SAYING I'M GOING TO FAIL FINALS???? *cries*

"Feels cut off and unhappy because of the difficulty in achieving the essential degree of cooperation and harmony which she desires" ... uuuummmmmm ... *scratches head* well I can see how someone might say that if they were actually familiar with my situation to some degree. Yes, moving to a single in O'Connell has admittedly made me more anti-social than I would be normally. Yes, I did want to come to college to have a life. No, I'm not really relating to many people in a deep way here. But ehhh....

"Clings to her belief that her hopes and ideas are realistic" -- doesn't everybody? I mean, who wants to think that one's hopes and ideas are unrealistic and unachievable? "but needs encouragement and reassurance" I am decidedly NOT co-dependent! "Applies very exacting standards to her choice of a partner and wants guarantees against loss or disappointment" 1) who wouldn't? 2) I do not apply very exacting standards. Granted, I do have extremely high standards, but just because *cough* I've made a few comments about Jon's table manners and eating habits means that it bothers me to any degree whatsoever.

"Unwilling to participate and wishes to avoid all forms of stimulation" -- das ist false! Granted, I have admitted to being a stoic at times, but ... nnnnno. "Has had to put up with too much of a tiring or exhausting nature and now desires protection and noninvolvement" ... weeellllllllllll, noooooooooooo, not really...

"Fears that her independence will be threatened or severely restricted unless she protects herself from outside influence. Does not want to be bothered." No. Blatantly false.

"Failure to establish herself in a manner consonant with her own high opinion of her worth," -- *reels* owch! -- "combined with the continued effort to prove herself with inadequate resources," -- what on earth? -- "have resulted in considerable stress. No. If I'm under considerable stress right now, it's because of finals and PMS (combined!). "Tries to escape from these excessive demands on her meager reserves by adopting a defensive attitude in which she refuses to be committed, or to be involved in further unpleasantness." I refuse to be committed. Right. That's why Jon and I have been dating seriously (commitment) for 10 months and are very happy.

Stupid test.

Now ... more fun geek stuff!!!!

There are 10 types of people in this world...
you are dumb
all for great zig...
what's scary is I understood this one right away...
r0x0r!!!!!!!111
TOTALLY me ;)
and... I want this stuff...


Ok bye now!
posted by Lauren, 9:04 PM | link | 0 comments

Email to Dr. McMenomy and magistra:

Dear DrMcM and magistra,


Prior to Greek class today, I was sitting in upstairs Braniff with fellow students Tyler Travillian and Becca Mull, and we were discussing the passage we were to have translated for class today, that is Iliad X.327-377. This is, as I'm sure you know, the "spy mission" book, and in the beginning of this particular passage, Dolon has just decided to go on behalf of the Trojans, and starts suiting up, and Homer says,

"...e(/ssato d' e)/ktosthen r(ino\n polioi^o lu/koio,
krati\ d' e)pi\ ktide/e:n kune/e:n..."

Most of the people in the class were puzzling over how to translate "ktide/e:n", as Cunliffe's Homeric lexicon lists it as the skin of a polecat or martin. [L] I don't think even Dolon is dumb enough to wear a skunk-hat. Tyler said he looked up definitions for both "polecat" and "martin", and used the one that overlapped for both, so his translation sounded something like,

"...and Dolon placed about his shoulders a bent bow, and the hide of a grey-white wolf, and on his head a helmet of carnivorous weasel skin..."

LOL!

Then we three began to discuss Dolon and how much we didn't like him, because he's a coward and a traitor, and Tyler points out,
"he is his hat."

I laughed all the more at this, and Tyler pointed out something in Latin: he asked me if I knew the principal parts of the verb edo, "to eat", and I said no. "Basically, it's edo, edere, esus. However the more common form is edo, esse, edi, esus, and the third person singular present indicative active has a macron over it, being irregular. However, most of the times, macrons are not marked, so the third person singular of 'edo' looks just like the third person singular of 'sum, esse', because you are what you eat."

Then he began talking about this in practical application, saying someone has asked for two translations of "mea mater est mala sus", un-maconed, not capitalized, un-punctuated". Tyler pointed out that there were many more than two, including:

"My mother is an evil pig."
"Mom, that's my pig by it's jawbone."
"Run, mom! The pig's eating apples!"

I about laughed until I cried.

Thought both of you might enjoy it, too. ;) Hope you enjoy the upcoming break!

Yours,

Lauren
~~~

"mea mater est mala sus"

mea:
adj: meus, mea, meum -- "mine"; feminine nom/voc/abl sg., neuter nom/acc/voc pl
noun: meum, mei, neut; "an umbelliferous plant, bear-wort"
verb: from meo, meare -- "to go, pass"; present imperative active, 2nd person sg.

mater:
noun: mater, matris, fem; "mother"

est:
verb(1): from sum, esse, fui, futurus -- "to be"; present indicative active 3rd person sg.
verb(2): from edo, esse, edi, esus -- "to eat"; present indicatie active 3rd person sg.

mala:
adj: malus, mala, malum -- "bad, wicked, evil"; feminine nom/voc/abl sg., neut nom/acc/voc pl.
noun(1): malum, mali, neut; "apple"; neut nom/acc/voc pl
noun(2): mala, malae, fem; "the cheek-bone, jaw" feminine nom/voc/abl sg

sus:
noun: sus, sui(?), masc/fem -- "a swine, hog, pig, boar, sow"; masc/fem nominative sg.
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I heard the funniest thing walking through the halls today... something you'd only hear at a school like UD ...

"Canada delenda est."
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*talking to Jon about his parents; I mention how his dad rather frightens me...*

Lauren: you know, usually it's the guy who's supposed to be afraid of the girl's dad!
Jon: Lauren, think about it: I went out shooting with your dad.
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{Tuesday, December 02, 2003  }


"Oh, but you are alone... Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness in the bitter watches of the night when all your life seems to shrink the walls of your bower closing in about you: a hutch to trammel some wild thing in."~The Two Towers (movie)
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{Monday, December 01, 2003  }


YAAAAY!

So I just had Janet come in and read my paper and she LIKED it! I'm SO excited about this Greek paper now!!! I CAN *DO* IT!!!!

I wonder, though, if I can do my freaking LIT TRAD paper, which is ALSO do tomorrow. One thing I *cannot* do is read Beowulf for tomorrow. Sigh. Oh well. Hopefully I'll have time to review some -- oh crud! I was going to say review some Vergil, but I just realized I wasn't in class on Wednesday (something Dr. Frat is NOT going to like) and I don't know on what line number we stopped. Argh. Oh well. Hopefully, too, Dr. Davies will call on me soon in the queue, because I don't have a whole lot prepared for Greek. I was writin' this stupid paper -- about which I'm excited!!! I'm excited!!! Yaaaay!

Also, I'm arguing against John Esposito. This I do not like to do. However, I am convinced that I am right. But by addressing his arguments, it makes my paper stronger. *I* think so, at least. Now watch, Dr. Davies will hand it back with a big fat "C" or "D" on it or something. Horror of horrors, please no rewrites!!!

Ok must go. HEY! EVERYBODY -- UPDATE YOUR BLOGS!!!
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