Thursday, August 21, 2008

Beauty, Griggs, and Other Synonyms

The reason that you are living, little post, is because I really don't like the photos of me as Angeliver Twist a few entries down. (Not going to hyperlink them... they're hideous). They've graced the front page of this blog for much too long: stubborn ensigns to the unsavory truth that even the most beautiful among us are brought low eventually. And at that particular point, the fallen state is inevitably recorded. Sometimes, when the beautiful person is exceptionally stupid, they record it themselves. And if they're stupider still, they even post the photos on their blog, which they also happen to never delete posts from, on principle.
But what do I personally know of this phenomenon? Suffice it to say, I am simply a cold, beautiful observer from afar. Angeliver Twist? Whoever heard of such a thing? Right?
Right.

So with that behind us, we can move on to much better and more beautiful things. Such as, Dr. Griggs? The beautiful sweater-vest donner? Heck, he could be every reindeer. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen (most definitely vixen), Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen. Somehow, each of those worthy monikers seem to harmonize beautifully with the surname Griggs.... "Hi, I'm Dasher Griggs... Pleasure---Prancer Griggs here... Oh, you've read Vixen Griggs' definitive work on mummified animals?... How does it feel to win 9 gold medals in one Olympic competition, Blitzen Griggs? That puts you just marginally beyond Michael Phelps, doesn't it?" and so forth. Griggs is the bomb. I am still flabbergasted that I can TA for him this semester, should I decide to (which basically, I have! No brainer. Seriously. I could be as intelligent as say... Paris Hilton. Or, if we go up the intelligence spectrum, my brother's hermit crab... and not blow this opportunity. So yes, I am fairly positive I will go for it. And I will try to stem this gushing spring of... gushing.

Well I am pooped. I have been studying around the clock to finish my german independent study course, and I have a very busy weekend here at the B&B coming up. So, cheerio, be read by you later.

2 comments:

the elusive carlykins said...

This is from Dad:
Hi Angela...very poetic. I remember when I would write poetry--a very long time ago, ideas would flow, and it was as though the words were for me to better understand myself. I hope you give yourself positive thoughts and do not allow anyone, I mean anyone--even yourself to ever tell you that you are anything but awesome and special. You will find that hot, cool looking, but more importantly beautiful trombone one day..haha, Love Dad

Sara said...

How about...

William Griggspeare?


I love that man. I may just have to come visit you while you're TAing away.