kis·met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized
1. fate.
"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language.
That may be the measure of our lives." - Toni Morrison

"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown

10 February 2010

excitement for my day.

Dear people making out all over campus,
We can see you. Even though you think you're all cute and in your own little bubble of privacy just because you're staring all googly-eyed into each others' eyes . . . you're not. We can see you. Go somewhere else.

Also, in the way of all things exciting, there was a literal smack-down in the Wilk* today. I met up with some friends after class for a little get together. It was a chance for us to practice ASL and just hang out and have a good time. We were sitting there when suddenly a guy comes tearing out the bookstore with two police officers right on his heels. They slam-tackled the guy and he hit the floor with a sickening thwap. Then they manhandled him into some handcuffs and escorted him out of the building. That is all.

*The Wilk is the name of the giant building that is the student center here at BYU.


Mrs. Davis @ The Carolina Housewife said...

Ahh, I remember life on a sexual repressed campus from my one semester at Lee, hahaha. Gross.

Geesh, I wonder what that guy did? SCARY!

Mrs. Davis @ The Carolina Housewife said...

Ahhhhh, I meant sexually* repressed. Something about commenting on your blog makes me nervous. :-P

lotusgirl said...

We had a couple that used to sit on the lawn in front of DT and seriously they needed to get a room, but then again that might not have been a good idea for them. Maybe it was their way of keeping things from going too far... *eye roll* Still it was disgusting for those of us who had to constantly avert our eyes.

That sounds pretty exciting in the Wilk. I wonder what he did?