the dull recount of my goings-on

hello, avid reader(s) and those who just can't seem to get their weekly quota of beth.

i'm usually very against the blogging "i went here, did this, and saw this" blog entry, but in this rare circumstance, i think my life merits a word or two of documentation, if only to chronicle the strange, the embarrassing, the awkward, the unbelievably cool.

where to begin, though?

well, let me first summarize, then explain.

-horse shit.
-newsies.
-chair.

the first begins with me losing my "bad hair day" hat in media criticism. i had placed it descreetly under my desk, only to forget it on my merrie way to my creative writing capstone. but vanessa promised to lovingly fetch it, as she had class in there the next hour. i stopped my worrying and went on with my day.

three hours later and a chilly two-mile hike over to western campus, i sat in the harsh plastic seats of boyd 132, anxiously awaiting the reunion with bad hair day hat and me. vanessa sat down with a huge grin spanning from ear to ear. "i found your hat, silly girl!" she said as she placed said missing hat on my head...

...except it wasn't my hat at all.

it was a fedora that vanessa apparently stole from a professor.

excellent.


story #2: chair.

today in my creative writing capstone, we discussed plagiarism, authorship, and the narrow options of seven story lines. this is hardly blogworthy.

the entertainment comes now: having come from a media class where we watched nothing but tv musicals for an hour and 15 minutes, vanessa and i had a penchant to sing throughout our next class. cheek just looked at us. then ... class was over. i was folding up a graffiti'd edition of the new york times to throw away (er - recycle) and wasn't paying attention to my physical locale. and there was a chair right in front of me. so, in true graceful beth fashion, i misjudged the area, and my chuck taylor caught under the chair leg. before i could stop myself, i go flying, pell-mell through the air (the eastern european judge only gave me a 3.7 ... ruddy biased judge). cheek only stared as i re-enact the flight plan of something recently catapulted through the air. it was a shrewd, caculating look that said something like, "everything that has come out of your mouth has been in song form, and you just tripped ... well, let me see, you must be toasted."

it was grand.

horse shit will have to wait, as i have miles to go before i sleep/
miles to go before i sleep.

quote of the day: "you have a child, and i am him."

on top of the world (or the midwest)

journey: –noun

1.	a traveling from one place to another, usually taking a rather long time; trip:

2.passage or progress from one stage to another
3. american rock band formed in 1973 in san francisco, ca.

this past weekend, my housemates, as well as the fine fellows of trainwreck, sojourned to the mecca of middle class, that ceaselessly laughable lay of precisely engineered metal and wood. also referred to as cedar point, for the most wonderful time of the year - hall-o-weekends! highlights include, but are not limited to:

-brittany's vast array of pets, only to be rivaled with dr. dolittle
-scooter races
-"haunted" house
-top thrill dragster and the 2 hour queue to ride it
-a pepsi cup and a long queue for maverick

i may or may not decide to talk about these in great length. it's friday, and that means it's scrapbooking time.

no, seriously.

or maybe just pilates.

quote of the day: "i was the youngest pilot in pan am history. when i was four, the pilot let me ride in the cockpit and fly the plane with him. and i was four, and i was great and i would have landed it, but my dad wanted us to go back to our seats."