Mysterious pumpkin head shows up at the top of the tower at the annual Halloween Concert! Witnesses testified to this strange sight. "This pumpkin just walked in front of my car and turned its head!" says one anonymous witness. "I think it was escorting a girl across the Arts Quad!" says another spectator. Fashioned from the depths of the Wait Terrace kitchen with masking tape, paper towels, plastic bags, and one giant pumpkin, this strange creature won't last for long! See pictures!
It was an unbelievably beautiful Friday afternoon. After my chimes concert, Karen and I went up to the belfry to sort of be "in the belfry". It was very windy up there and we were enjoying the sights and the weather when we decided to wave at all the people below on Ho Plaza and the Arts Quad to see if anyone would see us and wave back. A few people did but we didn't get much notice from the crowds below on this beautiful day so we decided to advertise our friendly waving with the aid of sound effects. This involved the delicate art of selecting random names and shouting them out loud. Karen yelled, "John!" once and started waving and this guy on Ho Plaza looked up (we guess his name really was John). I don't think he waved back though because he obviously didn't recognize us. And if we didn't get any response for, say, "Liz!" we would just suppose there were "no Liz's out there today."
Note: This idea was inspired from a story I heard
about the doings of Chris Chiambalero and Morgan Campbell in Trillium.
So I had just finished drinking the last drop of water out of my water bottle and decided to start pounding it for no reason whatsoever excepting it was about 3am. Molly starts voicing the bottle, saying things like, "Ow!" and "Ooh!" This is quite interesting so I squish the bottle more. Eventually, I manage to stuff the bottle's head (ie bottle cap) down it's throat and stick it on a paper plate. Then it was time to scrounge the tower office for random stationery. Meanwhile, Molly is voicing the poor water bottle with a silly accent and saying, "Is this yaw idea for a new therapy?" or "Keep yaw hands to yerself!" or "Doctor, doctor! No, please!"
"The crafty, sly atoq spots a solitary qowi emerging
from an underground shelter from a distance. The qowi is defenseless
but relies on her camouflage and strong legs to conceal her and dart quickly
from predators. Detecting no sign of danger, she hops to a nearby
outcropping of rock and searches for bits of grass still sticking up through
the snow for a midwinter snack. The qowi forgets that atoqkuna (foxes)
also have a fierce appetite at this time of year. The atoq approaches,
her paws touching the ground with careful, controlled, fluid movements
betraying not a sound, her mind calculating distance and time, her sharp
and determined eyes already piercing her prey, and her muscles impatient,
ready, eager to be released at any moment. The qowi has not yet found
a bit of grass but the atoq is already near. Apart from the light
wind whispering through the forest, quiet reigns. Closer, closer...
Pounce!! The qowi has no time to flee as the atoq catches her in
a squeezy hug from behind! And all the forest suddenly resounds with
echoes of laughter and astonished glee."
- Qowi (now Wisk'acha)
Timmy and Tommy always think of random things to do. One night, Tommy IMed Timmy to go and teach Tommy TKD. So they went out to the basketball court and Timmy started teaching Tommy (at about 1am). First, Tommy learned that when Timmy says "Trillium", Tommy has to stand straight. Tommy also learned what "kiuping" means. Then it was punching, sitting horse(?), double punches, triple punches, blocks (forwards and backwards) and even the "garden block" (whatever that is). At some point, Cherie joined the fun and then Stranger came over and wanted to learn too. Unfortunately, Stranger smelled like alcohol. Fortunately, he wasn't that drunk. Then Tommy demonstrated other kung-fu and fencing moves. It was totally entropic I tell you!
Who, you might ask, is Timmy and Tommy?
Timmy aka Janet Ma. Tommy aka Melody Hung. Don't ask.
I had just played my first concert and was right
on time to play the 8 o'clock manually. I guess I was too excited
so I wasn't counting when I rang the hours. I rang only 3 and turned
around when Lauren (my coach) said, "That's three." Shoot,
I thought. I turned around immediately and rang 5 more. Hally
counted for me. So, if you were out that morning, you'd hear 3, a
big gap, and 5 more. And now you know it's me.
This idea came from my trip to San Francisco. There was this indian man there balancing rocks on top of each other. It looked really impossible. He didn't use glue or anything at all! Anyway, I was in Kroch library one day and needed a break from my studies so I decided to try balancing things in my pencil case on top of each other. The problem was that it was really quiet in the library except when the objects came falling down. So I waited until I got home and balanced 7 objects on top of each other on my desk. I thought it would be gone the next morning but it's still there right now. The problem now is that I don't want to destroy the tower of objects so it just sits on my desk (and not off to the side) and forces me to work around it.
(2 days later) It's destroyed. Stupid math textbook... I put it
on my desk and the tiniest corner just touches the balancing structure.
I try saving it from the other side of my bed and end up hitting my chin
on the end of the bed. Ouch!
The elevator in our dorm only works during move-in day and shortly after. Being too lazy one day, Jennifer and Sara decided to take the elevator. I, on the other hand, wanted to take the stairs because I always take the stairs anyway. Jennifer and Sara thought the elevator was faster but I thought the stairs were faster. For one thing, I hated waiting for the elevator. So, on impulse, I decided I would test out my theory that stairs were faster than elevators. I got to the top quite a while before the elevator got there.
They didn't believe me though when I said I didn't run. Oh well...