Yeah, so it's supposed to be April showers bring May flowers, but today, we've been looking at some spring showers. It's kinda fun. It's probably going to storm again tonight. You know, as long as I'm not getting blown away by a tornado, I like storms. That's about all the rebellious nature I have in me. I was brought up to fear storms. It's just the way I was raised. Well, Dad is mortified of any kind of weather, essentially. Mom, on the other hand, is stubborn and would just as soon sit in the living room and have a tornado pass to spite Dad. It's funny really. But it always turns into a big uproar. So I just like to enjoy a storm, you know. But get back with me when I'm living by myself and a big storm hits.
Well, classes are over, and that's a great relief. I'm not going to stress out too much over finals. I'm just going to get through the week. I'm not going to cram for hardly any finals. I'm going to do a little reviewing, and then do what I can. It's not worth stressing over.
I do have to do a lot of packing. That I'm not looking forward to.
Okay, so I'm tired of writing. I'm going to get a shower and then do my laundry.
Saturday, May 01, 2004
Friday, April 30, 2004
daughters
John was just on Conan. And did I call it or what? He played Daughters. A month or so ago, I had a divine revelation, and it was revealed to me that his next release would be this song. Looks like I was right because he usually only plays songs that he's going to release on these shows.
He's going to be on Today in the morning. Watch him. Not just because I said so. Because it would be wrong if you didn't.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
and one for springer...franklin...r...c...c..
in my ears
artist: norah jones
song: nightingale
Well, it's official. Tuesday/Thursday classes are over with the exception of the finals. It's a little A Tale of Two Citiesesque because one of the classes was my favorite and the other was the one I hated the most. I am so glad to see grammar over with. On the other hand, I'm gonna miss Hovie like the dickens. (Did anyone catch that completely unintentional pun?)
So last night was the Freekee Teekee. Let me say, it went over much better than anyone had expected, I believe. Holly and I sold all but thirteen or fourteen of the T-shirts at five bucks a pop. Since we were selling them under cost, it was no surprise that everybody was excited about the price. But what I love is when the girl came up and asked if they were free. That was almost as good as when a group of girls got upset with me when I told them that the mocktails were alcohol-free. "Um, yeah. Where are those daiquiris that y'all have?" "Well, they're over there. They're mocktails." "Oh." And then they scurried off all disappointed-like. Rumor has it that some girls really thought they were alcohol and not just frozen Hawaiian Punch and ginger ale. After having drank several, they were over at the rock climbing wall acting very intoxicated. Talk about the placebo effect. Yes, ladies. We're selling cocktails for seventy-five cents a piece. Anyway, the whole thing went great. I had a good time. But now I'm worn out and sunburned. Here is the evening in pictures:
Holly and I sold T-shirts and got pseudo-tipsy.
The other vice president is pre-med. So he didn't have to do anything.
Jen helped sell the mocktails beside our little hut. I made the sign. It's supposed to say "Freekee Teekee HQ," but it looks like it says "Freekee Teekee HO." Heh.
Jenny lei'd everybody. Well, you know. It's what she does.
The RAs had a water balloon and pie-in-the-face thing going on. This is Rachel after she's been assaulted and Liz behind her laughing, probably because she did the assaulting.
Ken, on the other hand, seems rather blissful after being pied. Makes me proud to say he's the college head.
A big attraction of the night apparently was the rock climbing wall. The ROTC boys had patrons all night long.
So this afternoon, I think I may take a little nap. Sure, I have things to do, but sometimes, I just don't care. I am worn out.
artist: norah jones
song: nightingale
Well, it's official. Tuesday/Thursday classes are over with the exception of the finals. It's a little A Tale of Two Citiesesque because one of the classes was my favorite and the other was the one I hated the most. I am so glad to see grammar over with. On the other hand, I'm gonna miss Hovie like the dickens. (Did anyone catch that completely unintentional pun?)
So last night was the Freekee Teekee. Let me say, it went over much better than anyone had expected, I believe. Holly and I sold all but thirteen or fourteen of the T-shirts at five bucks a pop. Since we were selling them under cost, it was no surprise that everybody was excited about the price. But what I love is when the girl came up and asked if they were free. That was almost as good as when a group of girls got upset with me when I told them that the mocktails were alcohol-free. "Um, yeah. Where are those daiquiris that y'all have?" "Well, they're over there. They're mocktails." "Oh." And then they scurried off all disappointed-like. Rumor has it that some girls really thought they were alcohol and not just frozen Hawaiian Punch and ginger ale. After having drank several, they were over at the rock climbing wall acting very intoxicated. Talk about the placebo effect. Yes, ladies. We're selling cocktails for seventy-five cents a piece. Anyway, the whole thing went great. I had a good time. But now I'm worn out and sunburned. Here is the evening in pictures:
Holly and I sold T-shirts and got pseudo-tipsy.
The other vice president is pre-med. So he didn't have to do anything.
Jen helped sell the mocktails beside our little hut. I made the sign. It's supposed to say "Freekee Teekee HQ," but it looks like it says "Freekee Teekee HO." Heh.
Jenny lei'd everybody. Well, you know. It's what she does.
The RAs had a water balloon and pie-in-the-face thing going on. This is Rachel after she's been assaulted and Liz behind her laughing, probably because she did the assaulting.
Ken, on the other hand, seems rather blissful after being pied. Makes me proud to say he's the college head.
A big attraction of the night apparently was the rock climbing wall. The ROTC boys had patrons all night long.
So this afternoon, I think I may take a little nap. Sure, I have things to do, but sometimes, I just don't care. I am worn out.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
get your freek on
If you are within driving distance of Murray, come out tonight to the Freekee Teekee. Please. Help us save face. We need participation. C'mon. It'll be fun. And get a t-shirt for $6.50. Well, between now and set-up time at 4:00, I have to write a paper, so I better get to going on that. Adios. (Oh, speaking of that. I rocked my Spanish oral exam's face off. I'm practically Mexican...)
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
so it looks like it's time for an update
As most of you (or all of you) already know, I'm moving out off-campus next semester. It hasn't in any way been an easy decision. I am proud to say, however, that my decision to do this has not come from any outside influences. You know I avoid decision-making and risk-taking like ten plagues, but I feel like I've made one of the first steps toward growing up a little bit. I'm not saying I'm a full-blown realist or anything, but I guess I've realized lots of things.
The first one of those is that I have to make progress. Yes, it requires change, and yes, I am scared of it. But I have a peace about it. I know now that I'm getting somewhere. It's not that I don't like residential college life. I wouldn't trade these last two years. I feel like it has taught me so much and given me a foundation for future experience. But two years is enough. I do not want to graduate college and be spat out into the real world having spent four years in the dorm. I feel like it is time to make my next step toward growing up and be on my own a little. I still wouldn't call it the real world because, honestly, I still won't be supporting myself. It's about growing up, not sprouting up over night. And you may be thinking, Why are you so bent on growing up? Well, I'm just as scared of growing up as the next kid. (A little shout-out to Blewis: I've got Peter Pan syndrome, too.) But what I am more scared of than growing up is growing up and not being prepared. To keep myself from freaking out about the future, I've always told myself that I'll be ready for the next step when it comes. It's like being in junior high and being scared of college. Well, easy, dawg. You gotta get through high school first, and then you will be ready. I feel like this is a middle step that I need to take.
Another thing I've realized over the past two years is that I thrive on being alone. Granted, living by myself may make me want to let a wild animal gnaw my eyeballs out, but I seriously doubt it. It will definitely be a drastic change from the setting I'm in right now. Again, there is nothing I've loved about this experience quite as much as I've loved the eternal slumber party it has been. But maybe that's part of what's got me thinking it's time to go. With so many people around, I feel like sometimes I don't have room to breathe or think. And maybe it's the psuedo-only-child coming out in me, but I'm kinda tired of living in a group effort. But it's not like I'm going to be a hermit, the UnaBomber, if youwill. Yes, efforts to sustain relationships will have to be made. Maybe that's the best way of testing a friendship, though. Real friendships survive on more than constant physical presence. And it's not like I'm transferring schools or moving more than two minutes away.
Ah, and then there is that. I'm not exactly sure where I'm living yet, but there's no turning back. I went by housing and cancelled my room request today. But it's not as if there was a chance of turning back. I'm absolutely firm in my decision, and I am actually very excited about it. I'm not nervous at all, and that's huge for me. I honestly never thought I'd see the day when I was ready to move on. But geez, that almost sounds cheesy. It's not like this is some outlandish decision. Kids make this decision every day. Sophomores campus-wide are seeing their last days of on-campus living right now, too.
And it is bittersweet. The convenience of living on-campus is unmatched. I'll join thousands of commuters in the War on Parking. There may be many a day when I have to pack a sack lunch and set out on my pilgrimage from Yonder Gravel Lot to campus. But then again, there will be no more circling the dorm lots like a buzzard trying to find a parking spot at 10:30 at night. There will be no more floor meetings or door decs or housing-keying-ins. But I'll finally get to light a candle or two. So when I burn the place down, it will just be me and the people in my complex instead of me and the entirety of Springer College. ;-) I don't know. There are some things I'll miss, and there are some things I certainly will not.
I remember the first day I moved into Springer. It seems only moments ago, now. But I sure was young. I didn't want to stay here long. In time, I learned to love it. I adapted to it like a duck to water. And at some point, I thought maybe I'd never leave. Now I am ready to, but the reasons are so different. The two years have flown by, and I'm not who I was when I came in. Springer has been good to me. I've realized a lot about myself. But it's high-time. I'm ripe for leaving. I feel like I've taken all I can from this experience, and I'm not too immature to leave. But this place has started closing in on me, and I want to leave before it kills me.
So after today, I've got ten more days here. For academics' sake, you can't get me out fast enough. I cannot wait for classes and finals to cease. And the end of the semester always brings a longing to be out of the dorm, too, and I admit, I'm feeling it. But this is it. I might be reading, studying, and writing papers the whole time, but I want it to be good. I don't want to do anything differently. I want to remember life in Springer as it was. Home.
The first one of those is that I have to make progress. Yes, it requires change, and yes, I am scared of it. But I have a peace about it. I know now that I'm getting somewhere. It's not that I don't like residential college life. I wouldn't trade these last two years. I feel like it has taught me so much and given me a foundation for future experience. But two years is enough. I do not want to graduate college and be spat out into the real world having spent four years in the dorm. I feel like it is time to make my next step toward growing up and be on my own a little. I still wouldn't call it the real world because, honestly, I still won't be supporting myself. It's about growing up, not sprouting up over night. And you may be thinking, Why are you so bent on growing up? Well, I'm just as scared of growing up as the next kid. (A little shout-out to Blewis: I've got Peter Pan syndrome, too.) But what I am more scared of than growing up is growing up and not being prepared. To keep myself from freaking out about the future, I've always told myself that I'll be ready for the next step when it comes. It's like being in junior high and being scared of college. Well, easy, dawg. You gotta get through high school first, and then you will be ready. I feel like this is a middle step that I need to take.
Another thing I've realized over the past two years is that I thrive on being alone. Granted, living by myself may make me want to let a wild animal gnaw my eyeballs out, but I seriously doubt it. It will definitely be a drastic change from the setting I'm in right now. Again, there is nothing I've loved about this experience quite as much as I've loved the eternal slumber party it has been. But maybe that's part of what's got me thinking it's time to go. With so many people around, I feel like sometimes I don't have room to breathe or think. And maybe it's the psuedo-only-child coming out in me, but I'm kinda tired of living in a group effort. But it's not like I'm going to be a hermit, the UnaBomber, if youwill. Yes, efforts to sustain relationships will have to be made. Maybe that's the best way of testing a friendship, though. Real friendships survive on more than constant physical presence. And it's not like I'm transferring schools or moving more than two minutes away.
Ah, and then there is that. I'm not exactly sure where I'm living yet, but there's no turning back. I went by housing and cancelled my room request today. But it's not as if there was a chance of turning back. I'm absolutely firm in my decision, and I am actually very excited about it. I'm not nervous at all, and that's huge for me. I honestly never thought I'd see the day when I was ready to move on. But geez, that almost sounds cheesy. It's not like this is some outlandish decision. Kids make this decision every day. Sophomores campus-wide are seeing their last days of on-campus living right now, too.
And it is bittersweet. The convenience of living on-campus is unmatched. I'll join thousands of commuters in the War on Parking. There may be many a day when I have to pack a sack lunch and set out on my pilgrimage from Yonder Gravel Lot to campus. But then again, there will be no more circling the dorm lots like a buzzard trying to find a parking spot at 10:30 at night. There will be no more floor meetings or door decs or housing-keying-ins. But I'll finally get to light a candle or two. So when I burn the place down, it will just be me and the people in my complex instead of me and the entirety of Springer College. ;-) I don't know. There are some things I'll miss, and there are some things I certainly will not.
I remember the first day I moved into Springer. It seems only moments ago, now. But I sure was young. I didn't want to stay here long. In time, I learned to love it. I adapted to it like a duck to water. And at some point, I thought maybe I'd never leave. Now I am ready to, but the reasons are so different. The two years have flown by, and I'm not who I was when I came in. Springer has been good to me. I've realized a lot about myself. But it's high-time. I'm ripe for leaving. I feel like I've taken all I can from this experience, and I'm not too immature to leave. But this place has started closing in on me, and I want to leave before it kills me.
So after today, I've got ten more days here. For academics' sake, you can't get me out fast enough. I cannot wait for classes and finals to cease. And the end of the semester always brings a longing to be out of the dorm, too, and I admit, I'm feeling it. But this is it. I might be reading, studying, and writing papers the whole time, but I want it to be good. I don't want to do anything differently. I want to remember life in Springer as it was. Home.
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