Wednesday, January 28, 2004

everybody is just a stranger

in my ears
room for squares
artist: John Mayer
song: Why Georgia

This morning dawned the renaissance of John Mayer. That's right. He has again found his place in three disc CD player. And John (the fish, that is) is loving it. You should have seen us. The two of us getting down to some No Such Thing. It was classic.

*sigh* What to say? I'm going to be honest with you. (Because that's what all this blogature is about, right?) I don't have anything to say. I'm just trying to stay awake, that's all. What I need to do is read, but I always fall asleep. I guess it's a mixture of having three classes back to back, eating lunch, and then coming back to a quiet room to read. So I've got John blaring in my ears and my mind preoccupied with these idle words. (preoccupied... idle words... Oxymoron?)

Um... Yeah, so Hovie's my lover. I got an email from him earlier telling me that he's put two copies of my recommendation letter in the basket on his office door. One in a sealed envelope for the scholarship office and one for "my files." That's what I'm talking about. I've always wondered what my recommendation letters have said, and finally I have someone who's willing to let me know. I'll let that loud blast-from-the-past outfit he had on yesterday slide. He's coming to the cave with us...

Okay, this isn't working. I'm sure you're bored to tears, and I'm practically falling asleep. Maybe I'm just narcoleptic. Or maybe I should go to bed earlier. Either way, I gotta find something to keep me awake.

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

look for the girl in the concrete shoes

in my ears
songs about jane
artist: Maroon 5
song: Sunday Morning

I think I'm addicted to cappuccino. To those of you who witness my ritual of wash-yesterday's-cappuccino-residue-out-of-my-mug-heat-water-for-90-seconds-and-stir-in-one-more-teaspoon-of-Hills-Bros.-English-toffee-mix-than-is-recommended every day, this probably comes as no surprise. But when it occurred to me today that I hadn't indulged in this beverage for two days, I found the culprit for my killer headache. Before I figured all this out, I thought I'd sleep my pain away. I issue this warning to those of you who try to do the same: When you are trying to find that comfortable spot to nap in, don't roll over and violently whack your forehead against the wall. It makes the headache worse. You're better off drowning your sorrows in a mug of caffeine.

Today has been quite the day of procrastination. I should be studying Spanish, reading seventy pages of Pride and Prejudice and two Emerson essays. But no. When I wasn't knocked out on the bed or prowling the streets of Murray, I've been honing my web-mastery skills that I keep referring to a-freaking-mazing. I'll again ask you to notice the new-and-improved "currently listening to" rip-off that Holly and I are now sporting. I do take pride in my work. And I've done a little behind the scenes kinda website tinkering for my own benefit. And you're none the wiser... ;-)

Speaking of the music I'm listening to. That's right, you'll see that for the last two entries that we've got a little Maroon 5 going on in here. We do listen to the same music over and over, but hey, it's good stuff.

Well, it's possibly time for me to go switch my laundry from the washer to the dryer. I really didn't think I had a snowball's chance in hell of getting my laundry done tonight, but my malicious B/F/F/ tipped me off. I slid into that laundry room like Zack Morris, and I will indeed have clean clothes by the break of day. After all, I'm no EZ Cheeze.

Monday, January 26, 2004

try so hard to disregard the rhythm of the rain that drops

in my ears
songs about jane
artist: Maroon 5
song: Sweetest Goodbye

So what's with the weather? That's right, folks. It was practically 95 degrees outside today. Okay, it wasn't that warm, but there were people all over campus peeling off their winter coats left and right. I like it. But I hear it's supposed to snow tomorrow. That doesn't really excite me. I'm about ready for spring-like weather.

It's about a drowsy day. Well, every Monday and Wednesday I come back from class, get some lunch, and then try to read some Hovie. This is probably not a good sign, but I fall asleep every time. Last time it was Benjamin Franklin that knocked me out cold on the futon in twenty minutes. Today it was Ralph Waldo Emerson. I was awakened from my philosophy-induced slumber by a loud rap on the door and a "Housing!" The ever-dreaded fellows with aerosol cans and clipboards were menacing the halls to test the smoke-detectors. Thus ended my nap. But now Holly's sacked out on the top bunk, and this dimly lit room is beckoning me back to a sleep that I don't really need. I need to finish reading ol' RWE, but I know I'll wake up drooling on my copy of "Self-Reliance," so I sit here, instead, trying to carry on about nothing.

I've tried to come up with something that's on my mind to talk about, but remnants of Emerson's philosophy on self-reliance, even though I couldn't really understand it, is about all I've got. At some point before I fell asleep, I read something about how it is wrong to do something just because it's what society says you should do (sounds like Ed...), but you should do what's right for you. Of course, this philosophy is much deeper and complicated than this or I wouldn't have fallen asleep reading it, but this stuff'll make you think. Which, I guess, is the whole point. But if you think about it, how many things have we just automatically done in our lives just because it is the thing to do? Like college. There are so many people who come to college not having a clue as to what they want to do. I am sorta one of those people. For instance, I don't say to myself, "I am at college to get my degree and certification so I can teach high school kids English." Yes, that is what I am doing, but that's not exactly why I'm here. That isn't necessarily wrong, but I'm afraid I don't intend to learn the way I would if I was more purpose-driven. That, I find, is oftentimes the case with non-trads. See, a lot of kids are here because their parents made them, it was the next logical step, they received some sort of scholarship, whatever. I've met only a few college kids who know what they want and have come to college to, in essence, get 'er done. As with non-trads, many of them have realized what they want in life and have found that a degree in such and such area is what they need to get there. This is how I compare and contrast my sister and myself. She married when she was nineteen, worked a couple jobs, and went to night-school. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do. About six years ago, she realized that she wanted to be a nurse, and she truly had a passion to fulfill that goal. After ten years of picking up bits and pieces of college here and there and lots of work, she is a nurse. I have a vast amount of respect for her. I, on the other hand, went off to this four year university straight out of high school. I am by no means paying my own way, and I'm not even sure what I want to do. I'm not saying the path that my sister chose is wiser than my own. It hasn't been an easy one for her. I guess what I'm saying is that I don't feel like I've earned the right to be where I am. I am not grateful enough for this opportunity that I've been given. I am fortunate. I am blessed.

Sunday, January 25, 2004

seems like it's always understood this time of year

in my ears
love actually
artist: Eva Cassidy
song: Songbird

I've been messing with my blogger template for about thirty minutes now. Like Holly, I can't take being left out anymore. Being hell-bent against moving to, I will have a currently listening feature. Yeah, I tried it once, but it was way too much trouble. But alas, being the blogging guru that I am (ha!), I figured out how to get 'er done with virtual ease. We'll see how long this lasts.

So things are relatively calm around here. The highlights of my recent existence include playing with a Lilo and Stitch Play-Doh toy that came in Holly's Happy Meal and... that it? Yeah, that's it. I've done nothing here recently. Nothing of any significance anyway. Man, that's disheartening, isn't it?

I can say that I've spent the last several days doling out advice that I have no credentials to be doling out. My friends seem to believe that I have the ability to formulate decent answers to their aches and ailings of the heart. I feel bad when I can't give them the answers, but who can? I'm glad that they trust me enough to ask my advice, but I just don't know why they do. Maybe when I finally get myself into a relationship I'll be such a wise sage that it'll be just perfect. Yeah freaking right. Maybe the reason I've never been in such a relationship is because I am so wise. I'll just keep telling myself that...

Saturday, January 24, 2004

just one more hand me down

Evenin'. Most of my memories of this day seem very scattered in such a way that they could not have all happened in the same day. But I guess they did.

The beginning of this day seems so long ago. And just so you know, instead of making my bed this morning, which I do every morning now, I changed John's water. Poor boy doesn't know what to do with himself. My Spanish class was cancelled again today. I haven't had that class since last Friday. Doesn't hurt my feelings too much. So I spent a lot of time in the Curris Center with Justin today, before and after Ed. It wasn't long after I made it back to the room that Holly arrived and we went to WalMart to get her money back. (I originally typed "monkey." We went to WalMart to get her monkey back.) This seemingly harmless act left the both of us more irate than is decidely healthy. I don't know if I'm going to relay the story because it'll just make me angry all over again. And then I'd have to go slash some tires. No. Really, I would. So we came back and took an Ashley's-shift-at-the-VRE nap. Tonight involved some Los, a little Dishwashers, and whole lot of Paris, T-N. Good times, I must say, but I was glad to get back to the room. I had to contain myself unto safety, folks.

Those are the events of my day. Who knows what the next few days hold. Dale nor Daphne are coming down, so I have no one to entertain. That's cool, I guess, 'cause I have a hard enough time entertaining myself. Maybe I can actually get some stuff done this weekend, but more than likely, that'll never happen.

Friday, January 23, 2004

something is wrong with the sum of us

You'll look at the time-stamp on this post and say, "Cass, aren't you supposed to be in bed?" And matter-of-factly I say, "Why, yes. But what does it matter when I'm not all that tired and still have a few thousand more CDs to burn for Ash and Les?"

Life around here will really keep you on your toes, keep you thinking on your feet. And man, we really need to change John's water. Sorry, I just caught him out of the corner of my eye with barely enough water to not be sticking his head out of the water's surface and burying himself in the rocks. But he seems to like doing both of those things, so I think I'll take my cappuccino mug and dip some of his water out. Anyway, yeah, it's an interesting time around here. And that's saying the absolute least.

This weekend is about going to be crazy sexy cool. Okay, maybe just crazy. There's a lot going on. Or maybe not. Dale isn't coming down, I don't think. Sad times, but I'll see him next weekend when I'm home. My cousin Daphne is probably coming down on Saturday to go to Campus Lights, and she wants me to maybe eat supper with them. Dang, they're gonna want to eat at Pagliai's, and I really don't think I like that place. Oh, well, it'll be some good familyesque time. And I have to remember to call somebody about the tickets for her. If they charge for children, she won't be coming, but if they don't, she'll be dragging her three-year-old quadruplets down for the trip. *shudders* Anyway, I can't forget to find that out and call her tomorrow...

So The Very Best of Sheryl Crow is almost done burning, and that will make my stack of CDs I burned for them complete. Straight up CD burning whore, right here. But I guess we all have to whore ourselves out some way. Everyone has their own way. Like Holly used to be the official Springer 3E car whore. And some people just wear fishnets.

Thursday, January 22, 2004

dream away everyday

Goo, I'm about tired. Going to sleep at about 1:30 am and getting up at 7:00 am doesn't work really well for me. Early bed-times, Ginas. C'mon... ;-)

So last night was Holly's and my vice presidential debut. Rather uneventful. I just love that we couldn't start the RCC meeting until American Idol was over 'cause we were watching it on the TV there in the lobby of Franklin, and the meeting had to be over before Newlyweds came on. The pitiful life a college student. But it sure is a lot of fun, eh?

Tonight... What's on the line-up for tonight? Oh, yes, a little South Pacific. We're all going so Justin and Val can get extra credit for their theatre class. That ought to be a good time. I love theatre, but it'll be interesting to see the whole group of us trying to sit through a broadway play.

This week has flown by just as quickly as last week. But then again, this is just Thursday morning, and I think it's Friday. That might have something to do with it. The coming of Friday sounds pretty good. Too bad this weekend won't be a three-dayer like last weekend, but there is plenty of fun to be had. Friday night, I think we're going to go "support" the Dishwashers, right? At some point during the weekend, I think Dale is going come visit. Good times.

Well, I guess I need to dry my hair. Then I might go back to bed. Sheesh.

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

i'm just sittin' here waitin' for you to come on home and turn me on

So it's been a little while. I can't count how many times I came to, opened up the page to update, and if I was really good, I even started to write. But usually, I opened it and sat here until I changed my mind. As a matter of fact, with the commitment problem, you'll be lucky to see this post make it to blogdom.

The past few days have been decidedly interesting. Our "road trip" to Benton was a hoopin' 'n hollerin' good time. My guess is most of the hollering happened at that freaking old abandoned house that we were stupid enough to go into. (Public Service Announcement: If you only have one flashlight, don't let Justin Downing have it.) Other than all that, we did have fun shootin' pool. Okay, I had fun watching while they played pool. Maybe one day I'll join in the fun, but I'd hate to have to steal Ryan's thunder. ;-)

Sheesh, I'm sitting here trying to think of what I could talk about. For the first morning in quite some time, I don't really have any homework to take care of before class, so I thought I'd take this wonderful opportunity to blog it up. I'm not doing very well. But I'm in one of those funks, and if I got myself on a roll, I might never stop and you'll worry about me. Later, homeses.

Monday, January 19, 2004

but things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do

It's 'round about 2 am and I'm hungry. My Back Yard Burger salad, six pounds of lettuce of which I threw away, has been long time gone. I ate me an orange just now, but what fun is there in that? Oh, well. I better not eat at this hour. I might get fat.

Let's hear it for the three day weekend. It's Sunday night, er Monday morning, and there are no worries. No class tomorrow. I thank ol' Marty Lu K for leaving such a mark on our nation that we need to celebrate him by not having class tomorrow. On the other hand, there have been a few streets named after him that I've only been able to tread down in fear.

What have I done today? Eat. A little homework. Eat. And visit with Ryan. I got to ride in the front seat of the Hemi for the first time in my life as we made the teeny tiny trip to WalMierto. Other interesting things I've done today: I cleaned and "organized" my desk drawer that could also be referred to as an office supply store, hardware store, and ultimately, a general store. Never underestimate the power of the residential college standard issue desk drawer. I also screwed up a tried-and-true Memorex CD-R that I gave Justin my word of good faith on last night. I promised him I'd never had a single problem out of them, and then, today, when I was burning my second copy of the Maroon 5 CD to keep in the room (the other copy being the one I keep in the car), I did a few too many things at one time on the computer and my RealPlayer froze up. Darn the luck. I also got a few forgotten things out of my trunk today. I got my corduroy Jansport bag that I got for Christmas, the wonderful gifts My Amazing Cousin Arenda got me for Christmas (my puppy Rofer, some chocolate aminal crackers, and some neon-neon pink fuzzy socks), the Alex & Emma DVD I got Holly for Christmas that's on our shelf now (still wrapped, but in the alphabetically appropriate place), and our poor, pitiful chalkboard that I didn't repaint as I was supposed to over break.

That's about as fun as my life gets around here. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. A little sleeping in. A little productivity. And maybe a little Scattergorizing. We have been meaning to play that game for three solid days now and still haven't. Sad times. Unbreak my heart. Say you'll love me again.

Saturday, January 17, 2004

the perks of college

This is something of a Top 5 that my dear friend Holly does every now and then. I didn't really mean to put it in that format, but when I decided I needed to blog, I realized all these things were on my mind so I began listing them. Then I realized that there is a clear-cut hierarchy of these things. And so it goes:

5. Joy in small things. Free movies at Cinema International. Los and Shuttle. Winslow waffles. The Mecca known as WalMart. The Police Beat. Finding a good parking spot. Taking the "long way" around the dorm circle because you can.

4. Being able to jack all kinds of music from people. Who needs Kazaa when you've got a campus full of people who can hook you up? So far, I'm looking at having some Coldplay, Dido, Jack Johnson, Maroon 5, Jason Mraz, and whatever else I can find to thieve. I promise, if you want some of my music, you're welcome to it.

3. The smallness of Murray. I guess having been here for a fourth semester now helps, but there's nothing like sitting in Winslow or walking across campus and being able to make at least some sort of a loose association to everyone you see. We have a spreadsheet file of nicknames for folks on campus that we don't even know that can testify to the magnitude of this.

2. The constant slumber party. I love not having to walk but a few feet to see some of my closest friends. And that's when they aren't already camped out on your futon. Getting dressed and snazzied up only happens on rare occasion--because we don't have to. We don't have to do something to have fun. Hanging out and talking is enough to make you laugh 'til your side aches and tears are streaming down your face.

1. Biding time. College is a unique suspension of time. Or maybe it slows it. Or maybe it's a catalyst for its passing. But I do know that it does something to the clock that allows our inner-children to continue to grow for just a little bit longer while at the same time cultivating the adults that we've become when we weren't looking.

Friday, January 16, 2004

maybe, maybe, maybe you'll find something that's enough to keep you

It's Friday, and I didn't even know it. Well, I was up for probably an hour and a half and ready to nap a take this morning when Holly reminded me that hey, it's Friday, and I can take a fat nap this afternoon. I think I will. I'm about tired. But first, I thought I'd share some of the mundane events of my life.

Classes are good, I believe. Like I say, I've got lots of work to do, but we're all cool. On the way back from Ed today, Justin caught up with me, and then we met Ryan. So I decided to partake in a little chickenity since I didn't know what I was going to do for lunch anyway. If there was ever a downfall to the nearly-perfect spring semesters of this world, it would be that they mess up every habit (good, bad, and ugly) of the fall semester. Lunch schedules have had a cap busted in them, and it's going to take a little time to get it all figured out.

Speaking of time, that stuff flies. I can't believe this week is over and a heavenly three-day weekend is on the horizon. So I do believe I'm going to draw this thing to a close, relay my day's events to Holly, and then possibly get my nap on.

Thursday, January 15, 2004

like a school kid waiting for the spring

Good morning. Boy, is this weird. I've been up for almost two hours already. It's all part of this Nazi regime we got going on around here, but I like it. I like getting up early and not having to rush. And I can get things done in the morning before class. And when I get to class, I'm not still asleep. The sad effects of old age...

And with age comes responsibility. I have lots of things I'm going to keep myself occupied with. That whole responsibility bit was about the fact that last night, Holly and I decided that we wanted a huge project to do. Yeah, we're Springer Franklin RCC co-vice presidents, reppin' Springer. It should be a good time. Remind us of that when we're all but suicidal when we're working on this 20 page skit we have to write. Anyway, I'm thinking of trying to get a job at the library if they ever decide to hire again. And I'm planning on joining the organizations I had planned on joining last year but never did. English Student Organization (I have two words: Fake Edminster.) and Foreign Language Club, at least. So I'm going to be pretty busy all the time. Even if I'm not being Captain Extracurricular, I'm going to be reading like a motha'. Thank you, Hovie. I love you.

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

i'll be alright if it was just 'til st. patrick's day

It feels like a hundred years have passed since I blogged last. Maybe that is because so much has happened. Today marked the end of the "first day of school." I've now set foot in humanities 212 (which I seem to be referring to not as humanidades, but humdinger for purposes unbeknownst to me), Spanish 102 (where I am a puppy and my classmates are aliens), sociology (in which Justin would like to make Ed's babies, for good reason), standard usage of the English language (where it's okay that I get giddy about words and their functions), major American authors (commonly referred to as Hovie), and library orientation (a class I'll only be able to survive because of Ashley, and it's only half-semester). To protect the innocent (yet responsible) folks that have kept me on the edge of my seat for the past two days, I'll not name everyone involved. But let's just say this: Spring semester 2004, the gift that keeps on giving. I'll give a shout-out to two of the bigger happenings that took place today. One, we got John tiquetas for Louisville. Let's hear it for row ten. And, though I'm supposed to keep this on Tha Down Low (hehe), my seester's gonna have a beeby. Good times, huh? But those good times hardly make all the other unexpected events pale in comparison. It's been a good coupla days.

I should probably have a lot more to say, but I don't. I'm kinda tired. And I need to brush up on some espanicular, 'cause I don't want to look like an idiot in front of all those Mexicans in my class. *sniff* I miss Eric Pre-Pharm. Anyway, since I'm getting up at the butt-crack of dawn, I'm calling it bed soon.

Sunday, January 11, 2004

somebody told me this is the place where everything's better & everything's safe

So I'm back in Murray. Getting my junk packed to come down here took a lot less time than I thought it would, so that left lots of time between getting loaded and departure for my parents to cry the Tigris and Euphrates. It was worse than when I moved to school to begin with last year. But we all coped. Or at least I did, driving dry-eyed down the road progression that I'm about ready to call the way home. Yeah, it's a little bittersweet, but that's life.

The smell of stagnant winter break in the residential colleges and the mold in the refridgerator was welcome and familiar to the senses. Okay, maybe not welcome, but it felt like home. But I think it was Justin and Ryan's appearance and the trip to WalMart that makes the experience complete. Well, besides going to class and all, but I'm pretty ready for that. And sheesh, it means that I need to go to bed soon, and much to my enjoyment, I think it's possible. Eleven o'clock and I feel like bedding down for a long winter's nap. Wahoo.

Saturday, January 10, 2004

someday i'm gonna pack up and leave this town

I slept too late again today. It should be the last day of me sleeping in like that since I'm sure my Mom's gonna drag my butt out of bed at a decent hour tomorrow and then Sunday's church. That's a good thing, though. I'm tired of being a bum.

Tonight was, um, good. I did have an alright time. Ladies and gentlemen, it's true. Ginger's boyfriend doesn't talk. He seems like a nice guy. I mean, he's never said anything cross to me. We did a whole lot of nothing tonight. First off, we were supposed to meet at Dale's at 5:00, but Ginger calls me when I'm almost to Henderson to tell me that he doesn't even get off work until 5:30 and we're supposed to be at his house at 6:30. We didn't know what to do, so I met her at WalMart. We hung around there and looked at fish, and then we went with Ben so he could "talk" to his friend who works in sporting goods. When we got to Dale's, we just hung there forever. Tim showed up about 8:45, and at 9:30, I think we finally decided to go eat. So it was Steak N Shake and then back to Dale's house. Tim and I chilled there for a little bit and watched some music videos Dale had downloaded. Let me just say, Tim is one hilarious guy. I don't get to hang out with him much, but when I do, it's always a hoot. And then before too long, my curfew drew nigh. Thus concluded my evening.

Yeah, I think I'm ready to be back in Murray. I don't feel like I've been home for a month, but when I sit here and think about it, it's hard for me to believe that this is not where I live for eight months out of the year. I love just sitting here talking to my mom and not being stressed out about school or whatever. But the stuff that makes the world go 'round, I guess, is growing up, being away from home, and staying busy. Well, I guess life should be a delicate balance of both worlds. Right now, I'm not feeling balanced. I need a little Murray to set me back on course.

Thursday, January 08, 2004

i can't be sure that this state of mind is not of my own design

I'm in a funky mood. I don't know. Little things get on my nerves. I'm ready to go back to school because I'm so bored, all I do is sit around and think. And that's never good. I need something to occupy my time so I don't go schizophrenic. I guess I could get a job, huh? ;-) I don't know what to blog about. I'm sure I could crank about about five thousand words worth of thoughts. Stuff you wouldn't want to read. Stuff I wouldn't want to see on my computer screen. Goodnight.

Wednesday, January 07, 2004

i feel so far from where i've been

The idleness of home sucks. I'm ready to go back to Murray if only to have something to do. And to get my sleep schedule back to normal. I'd like to see a few hours of daylight, you know. And of course, being at school means having half-way interesting stuff to blog about. Except the fact that everybody who will read it will probably have been with me when it happened...

I have a few things to do at the homestead before I make the pilgrimage back to Murray-Mecca, or the shrine at Canterbury for St. Thomas a Becket. I need to finish Don's horrible play. I need to repaint the trusty chalkboard. Fall 2003 gave it a run for its money, and it's all scratched up. Heck, I need to get my stuff together. Still haven't washed my comforter, and Lord knows it needs washin'. And because your body is a wondersteak, I'd like to eat me a sirloin. Don't get a lot of steak action down in Murray.

Well, technically, it's Dad's birthday. I atleast need to write him a little note and leave it on the table for him in the morning. He'll probably cry over it. That's how he is. Anyway, we're going to go out and do something for him tomorrow night. Hmm, maybe I can talk him into wanting to go to Texas Roadhouse or somewhere with steak...

Mom's in Glasgow tonight. The one place in the state where our cell phones don't get service. Ain't that a whoopin'. It's pretty lonely around here without her. Dad goes to bed at like 8:00, so I've been sitting here on the internet almost ever since. Man, what a life I lead. As Holly and I are talking about, I waste a lot of time reading random people's blogs. Sometimes you can find good ones. I'd like to think people stumble upon mine and enjoy reading it. But I figure that's not too likely. Even people who know me probably have a hard time sifting through this mess. But that's okay. I'm going to keep blogging. And maybe, when the tables turn, I'll have a life worth blogging about.

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

warning: man-eating cold temperatures

I got offline a while back for what I thought was the night. I rolled in from Henderson around 10:30 because of the threat of weather. (What weather? It was cold. Oooh. Sheesh.) And Mom was feeling a little empty nest blues, I guess. Realizing that I'm going back in a week. So I cut my internet ties and conversed with the creole. But now she's in bed. I decided it was time to read Dirty Don's play that I agreed to look at and comment on over break, and so that commenced. Also commencing was the act of me gouging my eyeballs out. That's about the biggest piece of crap I've ever read. The nicest comment I could put on it would be this: "Don, this is forty-six pages of great fire kindling." The things I get myself into... So sixteen pages into that disasterpiece (holla, John), I called 'er quits and dialed up on my still amazingly free internet.

Speaking of John, how 'bout a little somethin'-somethin' in Luhl-vuhl on March 12? I must say, I've been on something of a hiatus from Mr. Mayer for a while now. He's still my favorite and all, but you know, sometimes, you just need your space. But things are looking up, and I'm sure we'll be enjoying long car-rides together again soon.

Well, I'm feeling Ashley's pain on this anti-Benton decree that's been sent out throughout all the land. I got the same disdainful huff from my creole when I told her the plans, and Jayray Nayorfayuhl ever-faithfully chimed in with a weather bulletin. But before we know it, we'll be back in Murruh, KY. You know, it seems that maybe this break has gone by fast. Then again, I feel like I haven't been in Murray in ages.

Dale and I are forming a habit. Eat, movie, eat. Remember last time? We did the Rally's, LOTR, Steak N Shake thing. Tonight we ate Shuttlese, rented S.W.A.T., watched about half of Castaway on television, and got some McDonald's on a commercial break. But like I said earlier, I headed out around 10:15. Dad warned me of some man-eating cold temperatures that were reportedly supposed to be lurking the tri-state tonight, and so I came home like a good kid. Why do I do this? I'm twenty freaking years old. But I do, folks. I lead a very precautious life. Hardly any adventure flows through my veins. Risk is something I often shy away from. And to avoid a fight, I'll sighingly submit to a ridiculous curfew. I'm about a pansy.

Sunday, January 04, 2004

let's get a little mud on the tires

This weekend was a good one. Friday night we did the Freak Suite thing at Ashley's. Yesterday, Justin and Ryan came in for a little WebCo action. In an attempt to give them the Real WebCo Experience, Holly had Ryan traipsing the Hemi all over some backroads. Let me say, I went down more Webster County backroads that I didn't know existed last night than I ever have in my life. And let me give the sofa sleeper a little shout out. The seven hours on that thing watching Identity, Donnie Darko, and about thirty seconds of The Godfather has my back hurting. I can't imagine the pain the boys must be in. Yes, I can. I've slept on that thing before. *shudders* Anyway, this weekend was good and very reminiscent of life in Murray. I miss it. But I like home, too. There are just some things about home that I love. And I will miss them come Sunday.

It's been a while since I've blogged, but I don't have too much to say. I'm quite tired. This is probably going to be my earliest bedtime in three weeks.

Friday, January 02, 2004

feliz ano nuevo

Well, the new year is here, huh? And I didn't even post on the first day. What a shame...

I completed my Lord of the Rings homework, so tonight Dale and I went to see the third one. You know, it may make me a geek, but that trilogy is some good stuff. I almost cried at the end. I did get teary, but there were none rolling down my cheeks. But who wouldn't cry at the end of a movie you've been sticking with for almost ten hours? We ate before and after the movie. Before, we went to Rally's. After, we went to Steak N Shake. That's how long that movie was. Sheesh.

So it's getting late, and I should probably go to bed. Tomorrow is a little Freak Suiteity. And Saturday we get to see the boys. I hope they make it to WebCo okay. I think I got the directions right the second time around. ;-)