the end, for no apparent reason.

one of my favorite clothing companies when i was a young lass decided to close down for no apparent reason. their sales were great, everyone loved them--they were at the top of their game. they wanted to end while business was good so they would be remembered fondly. a strange and interesting business concept, if you ask the average joe. although i cannot arguably state the same in regards to the CGB, i want to close down shop on a random, high note. [humming a high C#7...joke]

i have no reason to stop. well, lies.

it is summer. 

the chimes is over.

i am continually striving to grow up.

the concept of a gossip blog has caught on. 

thus, like any true hipster, i must move on before someone

notices. 

alas, it has been enjoyable.

here's to late nights around bonfires.

jean cuffs filled with sand.

sleeping in and staying up late for no reason at all.

random text messages to make sure other biolans are alive.

continual facebook creeping.

monotonous summer jobs.

haircuts and dye jobs.

catching up with friends and missing those far away.

letter writing and photo taking.

family time and home cooked meals.

here's to it all.

this is the end, for no reason.

a sidenote.

ex photo editor mike villa is in beantown.
we are (fingers crossed) rendez-vouzing on tuesday.


and sketchball,
i forgot to remind you the following important piece of information:
due to health and comfort reasons, i highly recommend
washing the green blanket before use.


in honor of mike villa and sketchball,
rollout.party.

it is may 25th.

and 9 months ago an extremely significant event took place in my life.
i believe that i can truthfully state that i think about it almost everyday.
in comparison, it truly frightens me to think that nine months is the same
time length in which i will not see any of your shining faces.
nine months seems to be an eternity.

it is summer.
my keychain has lost weight in chimes keys,
and has gained weight in car keys.
we are no longer on a staff,
but i consider the cissel's to be the new and improved
staff that functions as a team.
we no longer eat in the caf,
but the kitchen down the hall
has a twenty-four seven open door policy.
although many factors of our biola lives have been
replaced with homely, more familiar assets,
it is sad to report that the chimes is irreplaceable.
it is over,
and thus i propose a question.
(if you still participate in the circulation of this high streaming blog)

where does the chimes gossip blog go from here?


death. a baton ceremony to a new staffer.
absolutely nothing. a transition into personal rants.
... all of these are valuable proposals, and should be taken into consideration.

feedback is necessary.

i am not good at this.

i do not specialize in packing.
i am not good at saying goodbye. i am awkward and i usually run away.
i hate empty drawers. i do not like looking at empty bookshelves.
folding and sorting is downright awful.
spaces are supposed to be filled.

i do not specialize in giving speeches.
tonight i went to polly's pies with ten or so
of my closest friends. then there came an awkward
time of recognizing that i would be gone for nine months.
a speech was called for, and all i could say was that i had
to pee real bad. and that i felt real awkward. they laughed.
so i guess it wasn't half bad.
but nonetheless, nine months is a long time.
i feel blessed to have such beautiful friends.

people will grow. change. mature.
move on. make stupid decisions.
change their majors. get the internship they wanted.
go to foreign countries. fall in love.

i linger too much on the future,
the unspoken conversations i wish we had,
and the things that i will not be a part of.
call it a fault, i suppose.


please do not wait for me,
but please do not change too much.
leave some room for me when i get back.

Gill.

out of nowhere bigmac's boo
is trying to be a good boyfriend
and befriend all those on the chimes staff.

everyone please try to be friendly
and respectable towards Mr. Sans.

he's new around town.

chimes story lyrics.

And I was young when I first started

I close my eyes and flashback starts,

I’m sitting there…in the office on a spinny chair

I see VJ, I see the cam-er-a poster,

I see Tamara make her way through the crowd,

She says Hello,

Little did I know,

That you were my advisor, and I was your student

And Longinow said stay away from majoring in art,


And I was crying in my dorm room,

Screaming “I just don’t’ knoooow”, and I said

Journalism is the only way to go

Tamara is waiting, taking pictures sounds so-so,


You’ll be the photographer, and Mike your new boss

It’s the Chimes story, baby it’s the best press.


So I sneak out to the office around 2:00

And I keep quiet cause I’m dead if they knew,

That I was a freshman,

Maybe ill freelance for a little while,

Cause I was freaking out, here’s my recommendation letter,

And Faith the editor said don’t you fret,

But the Chimes was everything it seemed,

And I was begging you please hire meeee, and I said

Michelle the new editor said congrats over the phone,

I’ll be the chief and I will sit on the journalism throne,


You be on staff, and Tina your accomplice,

It’s the Chimes Story, baby it’s the best press

Katie Mac, save me, try to fix my pages please

Quark isn’t working, and I want to go to eeeagles,

Save me from this PDF, get rid of the spinning wheel of death,

It’s the Chimes Story, baby it’s the best press


I got tired of waiting, wondering if Emily was ever coming back from Eagles,


My faith in her was fading,

When Michael came back with a breakfast burrito and I said,

Kelsey save me, put my pictures on the web

Copy keeps waiting, and the new website never comes

Mike’s ring tone is stuck in my head, remember when we wore pink,

Shalom knelt to the ground and Magically pulled out my ring and said,

Marry me Gail Patches, Siobhan how do you spell your name?

Kyle had flapper hair, chimes gossip blog is not in vain

I talked to Longinow, we won some awards and


New staff, take the AP Test, and let’s put it in the digest…

Good luck seniors, we’ll miss you when you’ve parted

a recap.

tonight was a reminder.
it was as if the entire night was capsulated
on one of katie mac's sticky notes to mikev.
one big list of reminders. here are a few:

i was reminded that staffers have talents and personalities
that are not revealed within the confinements of the office.
heng is one heck of a volleyball player, for instance.

i was reminded that it has been such a long year, filled with
struggles and questions. sorrows and emptiness.
teamwork and bonding. late nights and early mornings.
i have met many wonderful people that i am proud to call friends.

tonight i was reminded that when i am nervous
my voice quivers like no other, and i am not always
as out going as i want to be.
i was reminded that i am an awful volleyball player
(or at least a quitter when it comes to things I am not naturally good at)

i was reminded that Michelle has the most amazing sense of humor.
she is witty and undeniably charming.
an outstanding editor in chief.

tonight i was reminded that long tables
and conversation do not go hand in hand.

tonight i was reminded that Gail lives on the east coast
and has an amazing family of nine.

tonight i was reminded that people DO come back
and live and re enter Biola after studying abroad.
(lovely to see you Rachelle and your bomb.com hair!)

i was reminded that chimes is all over.


i am not sure where this blog is going to go:
the secret is out.
although that was certainly my over all intention,
i cannot believe that it lasted this long.
it has been a long year,
a beautiful and enriching year.

to all you new readers,
welcome.
welcome to the chimes gossip blog.
i hope this blog will be a reminder
to you that you were part of an amazing
family and team of people who
dedicate hours of their time each week
to enlighten the biola campus.


godspeed, chimes gossip bloggers.
have a beautiful and blessed finals week.

chimes staff party.

today we will be galavanting to one of the best places known to mankind--the beach.
last night was the first time i had been to the beach this entire semester.
this made me propose the following questions to self: do i actually reside in california? why haven't i gone to the beach yet?
do i have any friends? etc.

today shall be a hoot and a half.
frolicking in the sand, possibly going in the ocean [heck no, techno for me.. i prefer east coast water]
perhaps a sing-a-long or two, dinner, and a hopefully some good conversation.

i cannot wait to dedicate the chimes song to chief.
i believe she will undeniably like it...
hopefully the rest of you can tolerate it OK.

see you all tonight.

apparently

i blog too much.
my bad.

jacob.

jacob weinerschinitzehlfrischershwitz is on the naughty list.
he is not very nice to me, and i am sad by this.
although i believe in the end we have a mutual lack of
trust for one another, i really hope
you don't actually find my room and throw a waterballoon at me?
that'd be sweet if you forgot about that one. thanks.

peace and love people. thats what its all about.
none of that hokey pokey stuff.

kwattz party=huge hit.
we all ate our weight in amazing food,
and then conveniently danced it all off?
whoowoodaaathought.

juicy gossip later.
it is so late
and i am a goner.
TTFN.

ps geocashing tomorrow.
katie and kelsey adventures are my fave.

oh and we're hanging out tomorrow
but it's not because were in a click
or want to exclude you.
unless you're first name is jacob,
then yes we purposely don't want you there.

happy mothers day, sam!

bbq at kwattz casa.

be there,
or give your two weeks notice.





oh wait...

the time is now.

tonight was the first time i actually stayed and watched a production night take place. although i enjoy spending time in the office on wednesday night, i feel as though my presence is not beneficial towards the ultimate goal of producing a newspaper by deadline. my volume tends to go up a few notches because the office is so darn quiet, and everything seems to be a little bit larger than life and i'd dare to say a lot funnier when in the office. alas, i blame this volume and humor problem on the vapor-esque drugs that are trigged to spray when the office door swings open.

i am one of the select individuals to receive the one-year-complimentary-chimes-staff-vapor-drug-ceremony every time i step into the office. and for that, i want to say thank you.

on a completely unrelated note, i am pleased to announce that Nathan Gentilin has chosen to continue stalking the Chimes for "a project he has for a anthropology class" (aka, the CIA). It was brought to his attention tonight that it would be beneficial for Nate to see the Chimes Staff of 2008-2009 outside of "the dark, and in the light" (Julianna, Copy Editor. New E.I.C.) I understand that the light and dark metaphor may be puzzling to some of you more literal readers, thus I will try my best to unfold this deep statement. The dark, I believe, is referring to a confined, physical location of the Chimes office (this is located on the upper portion of the Student Union Bulding--SUB) which coincidentally lacks proper light bulbs in some lamps and often produces a shady, dark aura over the work space. The light, I believe, is a metaphor for the real world (as in, not the MTV show). The world outside of the office.

Think about it people. Have you ever seen Julianna eat food? I haven't. Can Gail drive a car? I don't know--I've never seen her do it before. Does Kelsey actually go to Torrey sessions? Does Mike actually drum? Does Kyle actually have a CD? Does Katie actually have a sister named Laura? Is Siobhan really an international student?

These are burning questions. Questions that cannot be answered within the context of the darkness.

So I challenge you, staff of 2008-2009.
REVEAL YOURSELF. STEP IN THE LIGHT.
Stop being so darn mysterious, for crying out loud.
We have two weeks left. 1/4 of you are leaving us for good.
Get to know one another. Ask the tough questions.
Have lunch. Go on a photoshoot.
Ask her out all ready. Learn MIke's middle name.
Ask Kelsey what she wants to be when she grows up.
Ask Siobahnasfen how to spell her name for real.


Don't wait.
The Time is Now.

shiooooobaaaanvvvvvv

she needs a blind date for a group blind date.
if you're a single male and you're reading this,
call her now.

806-283-2288

thanks boys.

kelsey heng.

one of my favorite people of all times.