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 xanga.com, 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... um...is 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.