Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Great Minds Think Alike...Especially When It Comes to Capers

I was going to post this yesterday, but I thought I'd hold off for dramatic effect. Or to have more posts. That's probably it.

Manda and I went to the vending machines during production, and none of the machines would take dollar bills. I was saving my quarters for the tire air, so I was pretty frustrated. Here's how it went down:

Manda: "I can't believe that none of the machines in the building will take dollars."
(Wendy and Manda look at one another, then say, in unison): "Teachers' lounge!"

Sure enough, the machines in the faculty lounge took my dollar, and all was well.

Last night, I had planned on cleaning. But I ended up on the roof of the AGR house, followed by some drinking with some of the guys, including, yes, Paul Bryant Fulcher.

Follow this link to see a picture of my sister that ran on the front page of the local section of yesterday's Tennessean. People have two reactions when seeing us together: "You two look nothing alike!" or "You look exactly alike!"

I lean toward looking nothing alike. Once she hit high school, Misty was the pretty one, and I remained, and do to this day, the smart one. I'm OK with that. And it's comforting to know she'll always be older than I am, even if it is only by 15 months.

Yesterday I got an e-mail about Presidium 2005, a weekend-long retreat I'll be sent on to canoe, do a ropes course, and probably do all kinds of "bonding" activities with the presidents of other student organizations. From what the e-mail said, one member of each organization has to attend. The copy I got was just sent to the Greek presidents, though. I hope that's the case. I don't know if I can handle all the Greek presidents AND the Raider Republicans.

Song of the Day: I was going to pick something by Exile, but I can't find much. I dig them, though. I opted for "Like A Stone" by Audioslave.

On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
by the freeway
I confess I was lost in the pages
of a book full of death
reading how we'll die alone
and if we're good we'll lay to rest
in the way we want to go

In your house I long to be
room by room
I'll wait for you there
like a stone
I'll wait for you there

And on my deathbed
I will pray to god and the angels
Like a pagan
To anyone who will take me to heaven
To a place
I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on

In your house
I long to be
room by room
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there

And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all the things I've wronged
In my dreams until my death
I will wonder on

In your house
I long to be
Room by room
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there


Sean said...

You crazy bia! I love that song and I bought that cd today. bye

Wendy said...

The Cheat! I have missed you! I'm not flaking out, either - I was all sick and whatnot. Again. But I'm better now. Word!