DaBomb

DA dated a girl last year named Jillian. They got pretty serious and she came to H-tizzo to meet his family and what have you. Things didn’t work out though.

Today DA was saying he was proud of his brother Matthew for still being friends with Jillian. Then he told me that like right after DA and JV broke up him and his dad were talking and his dad said, “I deleted Jillian from my facebook today.” and when DA asked why he said something to the fact of “I figured that’s what you wanted.”

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about the music I enjoy while I run. A friend asked why a certain band was not featured on my running playlist. I checked said band out and decided there’s no room for it on my playlist, but there is room for it here on my blog. Check our Harmonica Hazard in my links to the left.

What an emo title. I’m listening to that song so it made the title.

This will be a post on a conglomerate of many things. Some may be related and some may not flow at all with the rest of the post. Enjoy it or don’t

It’s cold here in Arkadoo. Today is the first day I will let myself admit it, because I was close to shivering while I walked to class. I’ve been refusing to get out my jacket to just go to class because I only ever spend at most ten minutes outside and then I’m back in the heat where the jacket is just one more thing I have to carry around. Today I understand it, but yesterday when it literally was just cool outside (maybe worthy of a sweater or a light jacket) people were rocking heavy snow jackets, gloves and beanies for their ears. It was ridiculous.

I’ve been blessed with being DA’s roommate. DA sweats uncontrollably no matter the temperature, so naturally he prefers lower temperatures. I have been informed that our window will be open for the rest of the semester, and I can’t quite tell how that’s going to turn out yet. Our room is probably 50 something degrees right now. Normally I’m all for the cool temperature in the room, but I didn’t realize we’d be rocking it like this. I’m bundled under my comforter and wondering if I’ll make it through the next few weeks like this. One good thing is that we live over the laundry room and the smell of clean clothes has been making its way into our room with the cold. I love the smell of clean laundry.

I bought a ticket to see Twilight at midnight on Thursday night. There you have it. I said it. I’m going to see the movie Twilight with a group of girls. DA says that the only reason I should go see it is if I’m chanching one of the girl’s banches. I have neither confirmed this to DA or denied it, so I will do the same on here. My excuse is that I cap on that book so much that I feel like I should see the movie, so I can have something to base my opinions on besides all the girls at 249 last year who peed their pants over the book. I just didn’t feel like that was good enough evidence. I did however use that against my mom when I found out she read the books. I’m highly disappointed in her for giving into these guilty pleasures.

Katie, one of the girls I’m seeing Twilight with, has said the only way I can go with them is if I don’t complain or make fun of the movie at all. I’ll hold my tongue for a bit, but I can’t promise her forever. There’s just no way I can take things like, “the vampires have to play baseball during thunderstorms because they make so much noise,” seriously.

I am done with chapel for the semester. We’re allowed 4 absences a semester, so I saved all of them for these last 4 weeks. I got to sleep till 10:15 today. It was glorious.

This girl in my small group at church named Kaitlyn said that her freshman year she sat next to a girl in chapel who had a friend that wasn’t given an assigned seat in chapel. She somehow got credit for the semester without actually getting an assigned seat given to her. Kaitlyn said sometimes she would go track the girl down before chapel if she had something she needed to study for or finish before her next class and get the girl to sit in her seat for her. I feel like that girl must have been super popular to everyone who sat next to her friends in chapel.

My friend Ryan bought Rock Band back in October, and I can’t believe how much I am in love with that game. My Bible Survey class got cancelled all this week because my professor is at a conference in Boston, so I just went to Ryan’s room and rocked out to make up for the time that I woulda been listening to Dr. Franklin

Dr. Franklin is pretty legit. I’m taking him again for Bible Interp next semester. The only thing I don’t like about him is that all the students in his missions classes say that when you get out of his core classes that he teaches and into his major classes that he is one of the hardest teachers you’ll take. Sadly that means I won’t be taking him again after next semester. I just can’t bring myself to take classes about the history of missionaries if i’m being told before hand that it will rip my face off. I’ll enjoy the rest of this semester and next semester though and be satisfied knowing I got to do a year with Dr. Franklin

The Sweet Rave Party was a great success! I took the liberty of being the DJ for the night. It was a little stressful since we didn’t exactly have DJ equipment and all of our music wasn’t coming from the same place but I enjoyed it. We didn’t have any black lights or strobe lights. All we had was glow sticks and my computer for light. For me the most entertaining part was looking out into pitch black and just seeing a bunch of glow sticks going wild. The best part of the night for me had to be the Macarena. Seeing all the glow sticks moving together was just a beautiful sight for me. People told me I did a good job, but it would have made things even better if I had a third hand to help me. It’s cool. It was still a great success.

On Friday Dad is driving to Dallas to pick Stacey up, then to Arkadelphia to pick me and we will drive to Illinois for the weekend. My grandad is turning 80 on Sunday so Dad has decided that 36 hours in the car in one weekend is worth it. I won’t be driving the whole time so it’s cool, and I do enjoy car trips so it should be enjoyable to spend some time with the S. Deetz’s. I’m also kinda hoping my cousins are there too. I haven’t seen them since I was in JH when i was kind of awkward and weird. I feel like I need to show them that i’m not that weird kid anymore. I’m Ian DaBomb Deetz! I’ll have to melt their faces off with my life.

Here’s some background for this next tidbit of fun. Landon Carver is the guy i’m rooming with next semester and Ryan and Patton are his (and my soon to be) suitemates. Yesterday at lunch DA, Ryan, Patton and I decided we were going to wear Landon’s clothes. We went and each picked out a different shirt or sweater to wear for the rest of the day. At first Landon only saw that Patton had his clothe and figured it was just Patton being his weird self. Then he came into mine and DA’s room and said to DA “I have that same sweater! I’m gonna go put it on!” Then he walked out and came back in 2 minutes later and said “Why is everyone taking my clothes?!” At this point he still hadn’t noticed that I was wearing his nice dress shirt. He laughed about Patton and DA wearing his sweaters and then he sat down next to me and said “I like that shirt, it makes you look real nice.” He honestly didn’t realize it was his shirt and complimented me for it. It was pretty freaking sweet. I accidentally spilled green bean juice on it though, so I have to wash it myself now. It was totally worth it.

I think I’ll end here

So I’m pretty bad at seeing people’s dopplegangers. If you ask DA or Jeremy they would both say I’m atrocious. I don’t do it on purpose. I genuinely think I see people that look like other people I know, or sometimes they look like famous people. There’s a girl in my small group who I think looks like a girl I knew during high school that isn’t a very modest girl these days. When I said the girl in our smallgroup looks like her, DA basically raged on me. I just think they have real similar faces. Either way, DA thinks i’m horrible at this game.

I’ve kept pretty quiet about this one though. There’s two guys on campus here at Ouachita that I think look exactly alike, no questions asked. I get scared to say anything because I’m always so wrong. Everytime I see one of them I question whether it’s just one person that I’m seeing in different scenarios, or if there really are 2 people here on campus that look ridiculously alike.

I got my answer a few minutes ago. I came into the Library to study for my Bible test tomorrow. I saw person A and immediately thought, “oh, there’s that guy that could be two guys, or have split personalities.” He sat down in one of the cubicles to study, then two minutes later his doppleganger came in. I almost wet myself because the look alikes were uniting at last under my watch. Not only did both of them end up in the same room as me, person B walked over to person A and started talking to him. They must be brothers. Now my hope is lost. I finally found some look alikes, and there’s genetic proof for why they look alike, rendering my observation useless.

Someone really funny made my night tonight with one of the greatest kissing stories i’ve ever heard! I can’t stop laughing. I wanna tell everyone I know, but it’s too good not to be told by it’s author.

So I took uprunning for exercise this semester, because exercise is the one thing I need that I don’t get. At first I would watch shows on my ipod while I did it. I found a few songs though that I could run to the beat of, and I decided I enjoy running like that more than I enjoy watching Friends while I run. I’ve been on a quest to build a playlist of all songs with good running beats. I finally perfected it this last week and now I want to share.

Say It Ain’t So – Weezer
The Scientist – Coldplay
Angel of the Morning – Juice Newton
Franco Un-American – NOFX
Never Let Down – Andrew W.K.
Take a Bow – Rihanna
Opener – The Canvas Waiting
Shatterday – Vendetta Red
Pickin’ It Up – Hot Hot Heat
Jaked on Green Bears – Alkaline Trio

Then I have a 5 minute song to listen to while I walk out my cool down. Lately it’s been Underneath It All by No Doubt.

These aren’t my favorite songs, just ones that make running a little easier because of the speed of their tempos.

I watch it. Say what you will. The people are pretty promiscuous and I hate that about it, but the way they make the medical cases relate to what the people are going through just really chanches my banch.

Today I watched an episode where this old couple signed a DNR paper because the wife didn’t want to be on life support. It seemed really cute and inspirational at first because right before she went into surgery they said goodbye and kissed (just in case), and then told the doctors that they always say hello when she wakes up from her surgeries.
This time, however, she did not wake up and when she started to code the husband got upset because no one was doing anything. He started pumping her heart for her like they do in CPR, and was weeping because he knew she wasn’t going to wake up. The doctors tried to get him to stop, and he said he couldn’t be the one who let her die.

I’m sure I didn’t capture it in text like I wanted to, but it was probably one of the saddest things i’ve seen in a long time.

I never really liked poetry because i always needed a translator to understand it. My literature teacher, Dr. Long, has been enlightening me with poets that speak pretty plainly though and I really like it. Today we did some Billy Collins and Marie Howe. I’m still not a fan of literature, but I wanted to share some of my favorites. (If you’re only going to read one, read the last one. It’s my favorite)

The Star Market

The people Jesus loved were shopping at the Star Market yesterday.
An old lead-colored man standing next to me at the checkout
breathed so heavily I had to step back a few steps.

Even after his bags were packed he still stood, breathing hard and
hawking into his hand. The feeble, the lame, I could hardly look at them:
shuffling through the aisles, the smelled of decay, as if the Star Market

had declared a day off for the able-bodied, and I had wandered in
with the rest of them–sour milk, bad meat–
looking for cereal and spring water.

Jesus must have been a sain, I said to myself, looking for my lost car
in the parking lot later, stumbling among the people who would have
been lowered into rooms by ropes, who would have crept

out of caves or crawled from the corners of public baths on their hands
and knees begging for mercy.

If I touch only the hem of his garment, one woman thought,
could I bear the look on his face when he wheels around?

-Marie Howe

Forgetfulness

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye,
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

-Billy Collins (1991)

I Chop Some Parsley While Listening to Art Blakey’s Version of “Three Blind Mice”

And I start wondering how they came to be blind.
If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sisters,
and I think of the poor mother
brooding over her sightless young triplets.

Or was it a common accident, all three caught
in a searing explosion, a fireworks perhaps?
If not,
if each came to his or her blindness separately,

how did they ever manage to find one another?
Would it not be difficult for a blind mouse
to locate even one fellow mouse with vision
let alone two other blind ones?

And how, in their tiny darkness,
could they possibly have run after a farmer’s wife
or anyone else’s wife for that matter?
Not to mention why.

Just so she could cut off their tails
with a carving knife, is the cynic’s answer,
but the thought of them without eyes
and now without tails to trail through the moist grass

or slip around the corner of a baseboard
has the cynic who always lounges within me
up off his couch and at the window
trying to hide the rising softness that he feels.

By now I am on to dicing an onion
which might account for the wet singing
in my own eyes, though Freddie Hubbard’s
mournful trumpet on “Blue Moon,”
which happens to be the next cut,
cannot be said to be making matters any better.

-Billy Collins (1998)

I like this last one because it reminds me of some witty blog post

I haven’t brought myself to go to an OBU game. I’m watching the game against our longtime rival Henderson State on the Ouachita channle though.

Division 2 football sucks

At this moment Obama hasn’t even been elected (he just has 206 of the electoral votes), and everyone keeps saying things on facebook about how the country is headed in a downward spiral. I’m not much of an optimist. I like to think of myself as a realist, because i think optimism sets you up for a lot of disappointment, but i’m not really a negative person either. Anyways, I think it’s stupid to say that this country is doomed because the President we hoped for didn’t get it. I didn’t vote, and I have no qualms about who gets the presidency, but do we really think that the country will fall apart just because some decisions will be made that we don’t like? We’ve survived Democratic Presidents before. Whoever wins we should just shut up and accept it