Clappers.

Freshman Orientation, Sept. 2005.

It was called the "Friday Night Extravaganza!" There, friendships were formed (most would last about 2 weekends), games were played and the tension of beginning a new life was momentarily alleviated. One game I specifically recall was titled, "Standing Ovation." This was an on-going game of sorts that allowed anyone who so desired- yes, even YOU- to call out the magic phrase "I WANT A STANDING OVATION!" and they would then be promptly lifted upon the nearest jocks' shoulders and everyone would hoot n' holler and clap wildly for this person; good times had by all.

Talking with my roommates, Sept. 2007.

Amanda: "Ahem. Roommates, I have something important to say."

Roommates: "Okay, go for it."
Amanda: "I don't think we clap enough anymore..I mean, i can't remember the last time i truly CLAPPED for someone."

Roommates: "..."

Amanda: "Quick. Someone ask for a Standing Ovation!"

After much encouragement and promises of future chocolate gifts and so forth, I coaxed my roommates into not only asking for their standing ovations but also to giving two men-visitors them as well as they entered our humble abode. My hands kind of hurt afterwards.

epilogue: I think that clapping is just good for the heart/soul/brain/hands/liver/blah dee da...

Meaning to the Madness

This cartoon explains my aversion to blogs...i think they are time-consuming and can take up important face-to-face communication time. Not to mention the stalkers goin around town...

However, I decided i needed to do a better job of journaling and expressing my thoughts through writing. And, my cousins have blogs. I want to be like them.

For a while now, I've kept a something of journal in my head. It goes something like this:

i'll be walking around campus between classes and a random thought will pop into my head. I will talk that random thought such as "cottonballs" or "bicycles" or "that guy was GORGEOUS" and expound upon it to the point where such brilliance is being recorded in my journal-of-thoughts that i just can't even stand it. I am fed up with it to the point where I need to actually have a place to RECORD this goodness (or rubbish..); ergo, this little blog i so fondly named "Hand Stickers."