Friday, 12 October 2007

Deep takes a break in place of the weird's return

It's true, I talk about a lot of, well, deeper or at least emotionally deeper stuff on this Xanga. Its character definitely has changed from when I first launched it at the end of my freshman year at Hope at the goading of the Angela and filled it with the weirdness that comes from "the Major General Music" and other strange rantings.

That's almost vanished. Not to say that weirdness has ended-my life is still plenty weird and I could put more up, but I guess maybe there's other stuff I'd rather write about. My classmates probably are right in Senior Seminar-my head is in the clouds.

But prepare for an intermission from deepness. Weirdness reached newer heights recently and it's worth mentioning.

The Major General Music received an e-mail the other day from the Viking brother, sent out to him and a bunch of equally strange friends. It was concerning nothing more than someone attempting to sell a missile silo someone in the middle of the frozen north. The Major General Music was definitely interested-it would be an excellent fortification for the Citadel of Hate.

At InterVarsity, the Major General Music and his friends were sent on a photo scavenger hunt. Those are bad ideas with college students because mayhem usually ensues. The group of friends ended up attempting to locate the president of Hope College, stopped a nicely dressed waiter dead in his tracks for a picture, interrupted a women's Bible study, blocked a staircase, halted a professor from entering a concert, and harangued three old women for a picture.

Following the mayhem with pictures, the Major General Music entered a discussion with the RailRoad about why he wants a JingleJail. The conversation probably lasted ten minutes. Then the RailRoad kicked him out because he had to study.