monologue at 3 a.m.

i have been one acquainted with the night...

name:robin    residence: dayton, ohio, united states
et cetera

Monday, March 14, 2005

Interview Game

Here are the official rules of the interview game:

1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
6. I will answer reasonable follow up questions if you leave a comment.


Now let the fun begin!

1. If you had to give a cookie to each person you say deserves one...what kind would you give out?
As of late I have been using E.L. Fudge Grasshopper cookies. Not quite as good as Girl Scout Thin Mints but they are a bit more readily accessible. In the past I think I have made use of Otis Spunkmeyer cookies also. However, I think homemade ones are best. Nothing beats chocolate chip cookies made from scratch.

2. How do you truely feel about the rubber duckies in the sound booth?
I love them. And the reasons sound kinda silly when I think about them.Nevertheless, the duckies serve a multitude of purposes. First and foremost they keep me from taking myself too seriously. Honestly, when you have like eight pairs of rubber ducky eyes watching you run sound you just have to laugh. Second, they make me think of when Apex was still in the gym. For good or bad I am often reminded of being trapped under the stage, duck taped to a folding chair, and all the other quirking moments that were had while setting up for a Sunday morning. Last but not least, they make me smile. Something I pray God can do as He watches me in the booth.

On an entirely different note, the rooster in the KidsTown booth just scares me. I mean, good grief, he's missing an eye!

3. Who is your favorite author, which work, and why?
I think I would have to say C.S. Lewis. His versatility absolutely astounds me. I have always loved The Chronicles of Narnia. I remember my mother reading them to me when I was small, before we moved to Ohio, so those will always have a certain nostalgic allure.

4. Describe one thing that you are deathly afraid of.
This is absolutely ridiculous and I know it. But, it's the first thing I thought of. So here it goes...I am horrified of the dark. Especially being alone outside in the dark. I'm typically the nut people see flat out sprinting toward the car with keys in hand if I have to go out after nightfall by myself. The funny thing is I don't mind being alone. But at night I get all freaked out. The first time I was housesitting for Lil I had to sleep downstairs with the lights on the first couple of nights. And I spend the night there pretty often. I even get all creeped out just walking from my driveway to the front door of my house. Things like that make me feel so isolated and vulnerable. I'm not even sure why. What I can't see just terrifies me beyond all belief.

5. Are you content with your choice of WSU? Why?
Yes. While part of me still wishes I would have tried to attend college further away from home, I know God kept me here for reasons. Some of which I know and am increasingly thankful for, such as meeting wonderful people through WSU's Crosswalk, being able to be a part of Apex, and being able to be a part of Six Steps last summer. Others I have yet to discover. But really, I can't imagine having gone anywhere else.

Monday, March 07, 2005

random thoughts from the shower

i think my writing tends to be a bit dark. well, not all my writing. mostly my fiction. i wonder why that is... am i just predisposed to write as such? am i even allowed to write like that? i know that's a seemingly silly question, but sometimes i start to think that i am not supposed to. aren't i supposed to be happy? aren't my words supposed to be happy too? i don't know. i can still see the darkness, the unpleasant things that consume this world...perhaps more clearly than some...but is that a good thing? is it even a bad thing? or is my perspective just all askew? i can't tell...
i can't tell
and at times that frightens me. the things that are seen as hazy within that blackness, that unknown night, have definition and shape. and i know. i have seen it. i can still see it. is this how i am supposed to be? how i was created? or just a by-product of living? is it a defect? a flaw? or something else? i have no answers.