Banana's in the nude

Let's just say bananas were the topic of the day. Needless to say when I walked in to take my shower I saw three bananas laying in front of shower #2. Since I didn't really want to forget about the bananas and step on them I decided to abandon my usual "2nd stall/shower" rule and go to shower 3. Of course one would wonder why it is that bananas were in the bathroom at all. Well if we go back in time to lunch for some reason we were talking about bananas. Oh yes, I remember, it was because my pal Nippy got out of bed at 5 in the morning to go run. He stepped on something and fell over. Well, seeing as it was 5 in the morning he really didn't care if it was facial cream, a dirty diaper or in this case, a banana. Of course the comedic effect of Nick slipping on a banana at 5 in the morning was just too much for his roommate to handle. He couldn't stop laughing and actually wrote it on his calender as the day "Nick slipped on a banana." Now of course this explains why there were bananas in the bathroom. Actually, it really doesn't so I will elaborate. At lunch Nick was telling the story and my neighbor across the hall goes, "Why is that banana peels are like the slipperiest thing in the nation?" At that we bust out laughing. And there you go, bathroom bananas. Actually, no, more explanation required. So then Ryan enters the story.......... and there you have it folks, the reason bananas saw me strip.

P.S. if you don't know Ryan, he is a prankster and he threw bananas over the shower curtain when Adam (the neighbor across the hall) was in the shower. Man you guys are really out of the loop. Man I'm so glad I don't have to look at "Preview Day" as the first title when I click on this blog. I was really getting sick of that one.

Preview Day

So preview day at Judson College is probably pretty much like preview day at any other college. A lot of high schoolers come with their parents, clog up the parking lots and the cafeteria, and give us students that have already gone through preview day an excuse to think that we're pretty cool because our parents aren't there and we already know where the bathrooms are. Chapel is always really good on preview day. We have the best worship team, a great song line up, and either a band or some kind of performance group, or a really awesome speaker. Today we had a speaker, and, as I said, he was awesome. He spoke on defeating the lies that satan (I never capitalize 'satan' because I figure being ungrammatically correct in reference to the devil is ok. Besides,he might think he was important if he saw his name capitalized, or if one of his little thugs reported it to him. Can't you just see it? The little creep would coming running up to him and go "mathta" - I always picture demons as having a slimy, slippery, type lisp that makes them sound kind of like the animated evil snakes in kid movies, anyway, he'd go - "thuuumody made you look pweety thweeeeet today. yeth indeeeeed, they capatalithed yow name and it looked gooWAIT!" No thank you, I don't want to make THAT scene take place.) always tells us. Things like 'oh you're too much of a wimp to actually beat this sin,' or 'there's no way you'll ever be good/strong/brave enough to stand against me, your just a measly little human." You know, stuff like that. Our speaker today was intelligent, passionate, funny, and when he was done I couldn't believe it was over so fast! (You know it's the shortest 30 minutes of my day when I'm not checking my watch every 5 minutes to see if the torture is almost over.) Yeah anyway. A lot of people knew him too, like, one of my friends was telling me that she used to live across the street from him, and another friend said that her friend Tim went to his youth group. And of course Alison Scott knew him because he was at Timber-lee with her all summer one year and yes, he even remembered the lowly Mandy B. (I gotta tell ya, nobody, but nobody, beats Giles Davis when it comes to remembering names. I never fail to be impressed.) Anyway, I guess my point was that all those students that come on preview day and think that the food is always that good and the bathrooms are always that crowded and the chapel is always that awesome are getting fooled. And my other point is that we should have preview day more often without inviting perspective students because then we get the parking spaces, the yummy food, the awesome chapel AND the shuttle bus without the crowds! Yeah. (Or maybe I should transfer to a school with more perks...) Just joking, I love my school.

Long live the Lemmings. Ciao.

Just a bit of seriousness...

Ok, so I'm not gonna really say anything about these verses except these are what Tim taught on in Jam. I thought they were really good so feel free to post your thoughts if any.

1 Peter 4:1-11

Therefore since Christ has suffered in the flesh, arm yourselves also with the same purpose, because he who has suffered in the flesh has ceased from sin, so as to live the rest of the time in the flesh no longer for the lusts of men, but for the will of God. For the time already past is sufficient for you to have carried out the desire of the Gentiles, having pursued a course of sensuality, lusts, drunkenness, carousals, drinking parties and abominable idolatries. And in all this, they are suprised that you do not run with them into the same excess of dissipation, and they malign you; but they shall give give account to Him who is ready to judge the living and the dead. For the gospel has for this purpose been preached even to those who are dead, that though they are judged in the flesh as men, they may live in the spirit according to the will of God. The end of all things is at hand; therefore be of sound judgement and sober spirit for the purpose of prayer. Above all, keep fervent in your love for one another, because love covers a multitude of sins. Be hospitable to one another without complaint. As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. Whoever speaks, let him speak, as it were, the utterances of God; whoever serves, let him do so as by the strength which God supplies; so that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom belongs the glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen.

Found: One Toilet

Sometime late on Valentine's night someone lost a toilet. I know this because it is currently hanging in a tree in my front lawn (accompanied by who knows how many rolls of toilet paper) and believe me, it's missing its owner terribly. All day long it silently hangs by its rope, spinning slowly in the wind, just waiting for someone to rescue it from its unfortunate state. Let me describe it to you a little, maybe you'll recognize it: the said toilet is missing its lid, it is standard size, weighs about 80 pounds, and is leaking some sort of brownish substance that I'm not brave enough to investigate. For the toilet's sake, I thought I'd see if I couldn't get it back home by asking the cyber world for help, so if this toilet sounds familiar to you or someone you know please feel free to stop by my house to claim it. (I will need you to sign a release form but I promise it's not long.) And if anyone out there can account for the strange events that happened here just a few days ago, please share. I would very much like to know how the culprits got it up there...

Paw Paw, 31 miles

And so on. Yes of course driving through the south side of Chicago being two very white people at midnight is my idea of a good time, what about yours Allison? But seriously, I love how I think ahead. I mean, who else would have gotten frustrated on the way to a camp in the middle of nowhere because they didn't have directions except, "Get off at the Hardee's exit, " and then forgotten to ask for directions on the way back. But to finish up on this past weekend, I'll go ahead and list the fun things.

- Watching the bus I was following almost careen into a poor truck.
- playing spades
- Hearing that wolves hunt the weakest mules, oh wait, antelope
- Learning about satan's "Willies" and how to avoid them
- saying "croissant"

And the list goes on. But it was a great time. I must say, I had a superb time.

Many fun conversations were had, I will give you one of them:

Mark: It says here that at birth a human's nose is stronger than a dog's. (showing me cereal cover)
Me: Pff, how would they know that?
Mark: Duh, they punch the baby in the nose and then they punch a dog in the nose and the babies doesn't break as easy.
Me: (laughing)
Allison: (laughing)
Mark: What?

But seriously Allison, do you smoke? Ok everyone, remember to go to Paw Paw, it's the place to be.

Passing the buck

Ah, winter a time of snow, ice, cold. Ah retreats, a time for fun, learning and losing the bus at Rt. 59. Well for those of us former Rockers not in highschool anymore we have moved onto bigger and better things. Like trying to explain to a 13 year old Spades and hearing Matt yell at the 13 year old because he doesn't know how to play. Oh boy, it was quite a weekend at winterfest with Jam this year. Where to begin. Well I guess the beginning is a good a place as any to start. You see back on Oct. 5th 1984 a legend was born. Well, everyone knew he was a bright kid right from the start... ok, ha ha, the joke that's not funny and has been overused since the days of DOS is over. So let's fast forward a smidgen, say to... last Friday around 4:20. So there I was waiting to get going on this crazy weekend. I had my cds in hand and was planning on a nice relaxing car ride listening to music as i followed the bus to Michigan. so when all was said and done we were going to Tim's to drop off the leaders cars. Since all the spaces in the bus were filled Allison was stuck riding in my car. So we got to Tim's house dropped off the car and started in our caravan of bus, van and car. Well, I was worried about losing the bus down the road, say in Indiana or some other state, but no, I lost it when it turned left onto 59. You see, this was a not so cool thing to do. I couldn't turn left for a good 5 minutes. And good ol' Tim had "forgotten" to give me directions. So we got to 88 and started going in the general direction of where we were supposed to go. Well, after a good 2 hours we caught up with the bus at the bus stop. We thought our troubles were over, oh we were wrong. But the bus driver was crazy. Seeing as I had to speed up to 95 in order to keep up with him at one point. My poor car, I don't think it was made for speeds over 45. Anywho we got there that's what's important. It was a good time for all. Except for one unfortunate couple who on the way up, started "going out" and on the last day broke up. It would make me laugh except the boy cried. Ouch. Oh wait, I still laighed except that came later. Stupid jr. high relationships. Jr. highers are a funny bunch. Oh man, I'm tired, i can't finish the part that I wanted to, oh well, I'm the only one that blogged tonight, except for Dan but that was boring anyway, so this is all you get. Stay tuned for Part two, entitled, "Shoot, I don't want to be seeing US Cellular field right now." oh the suspense.

Excerpts from Mandy's Giant Book of Problem Solving

So you know what I do when I feel like killing someone? I go over to their house and ring their doorbell and when they come to the door, I'm gone, but you know I leave? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in it's head and a note that says 'you.' That usually makes me feel much better and there's no harm done. Nice eh? That's a problem that I can fix. But if you crawled into a log and fell asleep, and some guys came and sealed up both ends of the log, and shipped it to another city... boy... I don't know what I'd do.

Hey guys! Listen to my really cool ring!

Oh man, most of you guys won't realize how funny that is, in fact I'm still laughing at it right now, a day after the fact. But it's definately one of those things where you had to be there so ask Matt if you want to know. Oh man, it's almost time for winterfest, I have yet to pack but that will all be done in good time. Allison, we got to look out for each other this weekend, make sure Matt doesn't get to crazy. Yesterday was the best, I mean seriously, small group was awesome. Everyone must read Don't Waste Your Life by John Piper. It is an amazing book. Yeah I don't really got anything funny. Not that I ever have anything funny to say but hey, denial to that fact is key for my existence. Another book that is good is The Book of Lost Tales, it's about LOTR. It's pretty sweet. I read a bunch of it last night and I'm enjoying it, thanks Priscilla. And Alie, I'm not going to kick you off who you think I am? But seriously Alie, that post really was crap. Now comes the very important part of the post. Patrick and Mandy, I dub thee the caretakers of this blog until Alie and I return. I hereby give you all my powers, like the power of flight, does that do it for you, that's levitation holmes! And the power to kill a yak at 200 yards with mind bullets! That's telokensis Kyle! Whoa, where did that come from. Actually my powers just consist of commenting more than anyone else does! Ha ha ha ha! I hope everyone that's going to Winterfest has a great time! Later.

To beard or not to beard, that is the question

So I thought I'd get a little Hamlet on you guys today. But seriously folks, do we really need 15 nicknames, I mean come on, I had no nicknames until this year. Now I have one, Deano, from counterstrike. Of course, you could count batman but that was 8th grade and I've had enough of that. Anywho, back to the subject at hand. Many of you have made complaints about facial hair. It is my belief that they complaints are mostly based on jealousy but they were made none the less. So I come before you now, to ask an important question. Beard or goatee? This is an important question which I have always wondered about myself. Before you make any rash decisions realize that you may have little to no influence on what I do, basically because it's my face and I could really care less if some people think beards look better than goatees and vice versa. But anywho, I will take all comments on this issue into deep consideration (ha) and make my decision.

On the other front, winterfest is coming up this weekend, oh boy, how exciting. I'm going to have fun pushing all those jr. highers over on the broomball court. Oh and Pat, democrats suck! With that, I bid thee a fair ado.

What's in a name

So I have lots of nicknames. Somewhere around 15 to be exact. They range from ones that make sense like 'AJ' and 'Mandy' to ones that have absolutely no connection with my name at all like 'Mousecavich' and 'Abu.' Of course there are some in between ones like 'Mandyball,' 'Buck' (or, if your Margeaux, 'Buck Buck Bucky' - ew), and 'AndyMae J.' But the truly amazing part of all this is not that I'm regularly called each of the above mentioned names (and others), but that I actually respond to all of them. Is that not sad? Maybe I'm having an identity crisis or something...

But my objective was not to talk about my nicknames that number more than the stars in the sky or sands on the shore (sheesh, if I was Jacob's wife the twelve tribes of Israel would all be named after me! Well, eleven of them anyway, I guess he could have one...), but to talk about names in general. Everybody has one right? And even though a lot of people don't like their names (My grandmother for instance. Her name is Doris and she's been saying she's going to change it for as long as I can remember. Oh well, she'll always be Nana to me.) you have to admit that whether yours means something nice, or was invented by your father, or is your grandfather's name (that would stink if you were a girl), or if it just means 'man of the red earth' (sorry Adam), doesn't it always feel good when someone says it? I'm not talking about your mom when she wants you to do something, or your sister when she's whining at you, or you dad when he's disappointed in you. I'm talking about your best friend when she needs you, your teacher when he calls on you instead of all the other people who have their hands raised, your sweetheart when he's telling you how special you are, or someone you admire that you didn't even realize knew your name. See what I mean? Names are special. There's a lot more to them than letters and syllables and even meanings in the baby book, they label you and belong to you and are loyal to you throughout your life. (Unless of course you're my Nana.)

Introduction of a new blog writer

Hi,

My name is Amanda Joy Buchweitz (aka Mandy) and a lot of you dedicated Instant Classic readers probably don't know me, but rest assured, Alie, Luke, and even Pat, do. We've been friends for a couple years now, I can't really tell you why. (I've learned that when you try to explain the strange phenomena that happens in this world it makes you crazy.) Anyway, this is my first blogging experience so I thought I'd make it short and sweet, a sort of 'introduction' if you will, but now that I'm properly introduced I suppose it's done. So, to finish with a bit more closure, I'll leave you with one of my favorite quotes:

"If we have friends we should look only for the best in them and give them the best that is in us."
- L.M. Montgomery

There you go.

Booyah Achieved

Ah blogging, the one true love of my life. Where would I be without you? Probably doing my homework and no one wants that. So quick overview of today. Stuff happened. In order so that you will continue reading I will give examples.

8:00 - i woke up thinking I was in a box because we rearranged the room. Went to class and took a quiz.

9:20 - Decided I should have taken Spanish because you automatically know it's a question because of the upside down '?'. Decided that I hate German.

10:30 - came back to the dorm, annoyed Pat to a new extreem (heh) and then went to lunch.

11:00 - at lunch, sat with the runners, remained quiet like I normally do until we started talking about the Bible.

12:00 - left to type paper, didn't get to annoy Pat (darn)

2:30 - went to work, really didn't do anything but got paid for it (yay), still haven't annoyed Pat since this morning (darn)

um, stuff happened in between then and now...

8:48 - blogging, not wanting to finish paper tomorrow(darn). Annoying Pat by telling him that I have used his deodorant for the past 2 days because I ran out (imaging Pat's face when he reads this, wait for it, there it is, booyah achieved).

And that folks is my day as of now, who knows what might happen yet!

How much is that doggy in the bathroom, oh wait, it really smells in there.

A conudrum of life has pressented itself to me. I walk in the bathroom and it smelled really bad. Now some of you may think that I am being a little too much like Dan when I say that but let me explain before you make any rash decisions. You see they had cleaned that bathroom 10 minutes before I went in there. Why is it that the cleaning materials they use smell worse than the material in which bathrooms are used to dispose of? This is America for goodness sakes, the land of the "complain about the most inignificant problem"! How could this occur?
Motion to call to question.
Second!
Motion passes.
We will now vote on bill 1002.
Bill passes. 132-49

[much clapping and cheering]

"This just in, bill 1002 has passed by a wide margin. It seems that the Republican party highly supported this bill."
"Thank you Connie, any speculations on why the democrats did not support this bill?"
"That is the question here in the capital as well and our only guess is that Democrats actually enjoy smelling bad."
"Yes, one would have to make that assumption since all but 3 democats voted to not ban horrific smelling cleaning products."
"[chuckle] I guess that's why they're democrats, they don't understand the real issue at hand, making bathrooms smell better."
"Yes Jim, I guess that's why they suck, I mean they are democrats."

And America is a better place.

Das ist ein gute Regenschild

I think Germans have the coolest words. For instance, the German word for Umbrella is der Regenschild. Which translated means, rain sheild. How cool is that! We just have dumb umbrellas. Who came up with that word? In other news, Alie doesn't need to apologize, we at instant classic are unashamed (ha) of what we post here. It's not that I hate Valentine's Day (which is only a step above Sweetest Day) but women in general confuse me. The question one needs to ask is not why Luke doesn't like Valentine's Day but rather a girl would admit to liking a, "cheezy or a Hallmark holiday" (Nelson, 1). I am of the belief that a girl should be treated special all the time, not just on a stupid made up holiday. And no one said God screwed up the world! No Alie, for shame! It was sin! Sin made girls confusing. I don't know how it did it, but somehow, here we are and the flower industry is not doing very good for the lack of people buying them.

Back to German words, we got das Geschictspulmachine. Isn't that just a lot more fun to say than washing machine.

As far as blogging goes, I think it's gone to far, if you haven't read Ashley's blog yet, consider yourself lucky. I am retracting the endorsement Alie made about Slap Happy.

In other news, the Patriots won. Big whoop. I did happen to like the Chopper commercials, Mikey is so dumb. Oh boy, the donkey one was pretty good too. Oh and Jenna, you do look like you should be in the Matrix. So speaking of Regan, I think that Bush is a good president. I know I'm putting myself into the line of fire of all liberals everywhere, but hey, no liberals read my site anyway because as far as I know Ping is a communist and the other two are Republican. But for all you liberals out there, Bush will win ha ha! Because we have people like me who vote for him. ha ha. Look at your precious Dean now. Wait what, he didn't win any of the states so far, what? Kerry is most likely to win now, what? Growing economy, succesful military campaign (capturing Sadaam), what? Kerry has no chance, huh? ( I thought I'd mix it up there). And so there comes to an end of my political rant.

Exciting news everyone. We are expanding the Instant Classic. The great Little Pat will now be going us to post his insights on things such as Hillary Duff. Oh yes, the time of the amazingness is upon us. My plan of world domination is coming into view! First the instant classic, next Waffles and then the world... wait, I mean, and then the Unashamed. When I said that Alie knew of war I wasn't joking! Well, nevermind on that, but I am hoping to keep up with the trends of three to a blog now, as Priscilla will be joining the waffle kids. But now, off to counter strike.