Wednesday, January 30, 2008

On Myopia [in response to Ruthles]

Being nearsighted has posed significant problems/been a key point of jest for the relationship of Claire and Ruth. R continues to cite the great moment when she and C were halfway down the loggia and C turns to herself, moves her hand closer and farther away from her face, then asks, "Wait, are my contacts in?"

Then there is the constant search for the eyewear. Or more specifially, the search for the eyeware so as to more clearly search for another item, say, missing P-Card. Because I'm really good at keeping track of things...er...

In other news, I'm feeling kind of gangster. And I finally did my laundry.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Good Thing She's Blind

C: "I just walked all the way up to the third floor."

R: "Oh. Why?"

C: "I don't know. I don't have my glasses on."

R: "Oh Claire, I love you."

C: "Shut up."

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C: [After having been asleep for a good while] "Ok, time to go put my laundry in."

R: [Looks quizzically after Claire, who's climbing down from her bed and wandering out the door...]

Monday, January 28, 2008

Spewing glory

Ruth has been spitting some pearls of wisdom as of late. Care to share?

"The inside of my mouth tastes like the panda's cage at the zoo."
"I just updated my plan describing my urinary tract. I think Ruth should keep her personal life to herself."
"You know what I learned at Grinnell? If it didn't take you at least 6 hours to do, it's probably wrong."
"I'm good at stopping time."
"I'm having some major proboscus issues lately. My proboscus is all messed up."
"Claire, I enjoy being your mom."

Yep, basically like a same-sex marriage.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

No Method to Our Badness

Or, really, no method to our organization skills.
Mrs. Jane Reeder should see this room....disgraceful.

-rurururururht

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Oops!

Strike one for the New Claire:
"I thought we were supposed to be writing about the values of our country, when really, we were supposed to write about our own personal values. So I wrote that my personal values were material success, physical appearence and patriotism."

Le Sigh

My friends and I braved the cold a few nights ago to eat beet soup and enjoy the merriment of others at a good friend's house off campus. We were attracted to this event by the promise of bright red pee after we had finished consuming soup that was the color of Kool-Aid on steroids.
36 hours of math, French, and anthro later...and I still have normal colored urine.
I'm still not convinced this is the best use of my parents money.

Oh well. Let the drinking commence, I suppose.


-love, ruth.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

An astute observation, for context:

"Your room would be a good size, I mean, if it were a single." -PJ


That's what we said.

Glory be ours!

In a moment of pure genius, we thought: what front to conquer next, when you've conquered them all?

Answer: the Internet one.



Besides, there's no more wall space to decorate. So we have nothing to do except calculus, and clearly that's not fun.