i don't know why.
for the past four days i've been in an incredibly bitter mood. perhaps because everything that could possibly go wrong has done so. i lost my cell phone. yes, i'm finally admitting that that is the case after searching high and low last night for my phone in colette's apartment. my last single attempt to get my cell phone is a flyer on a bulletin board pleading for someone to give it back, since that is the only other possible explanation for its disappearance. i'm waiting until sunday, i think, until i finally confess to the parents. i love being a disappointment. the next thing is that i've been sick. my snot has changed to a very yellow-green color...is that a good sign? who knows. that chem test i studied two days straight for...i failed. a 67. wonderful for that GPA, let me tell you. especially because that test constitutes for about 30% of my grade.
actually, i've been in a good mood since this morning when that 67% popped up on my screen, letting me know i just bombed my first college exam. i think it is because that stress is finally gone. anyway, the day has been packed full of things. i've been rushing from event to event. i had advising today...i'm really looking forward to a semester without 1311 H chemistry. oh, and i finally figured out how to take my french placement exam so that i don't have to take any french in college. yippie!
how awesome would it be to spend 4 weeks in australia? i went to this meeting today about a summer program where we do volunteer work (like caring for sea turtle eggs and making sure that they get into the water when they hatch and working with other endangered species) for two weeks and then do all the best things you could possibly do there for the rest. i'm psyched. its a lot of cash but we're supposed to get sponsors and i'm trying to figure out if i can get academic credit. well, i'm off to prince avenue for youth group tonight and then watching the prez debate (GO BUSH!) over at ben and bryan's before movie night. time for din din!
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
you're never really sick until you blow your nose
its true. at least on me it is. i've tested this hypothesis and its been proven true enough times that it should be added as a theory to the health textbooks. for three weeks i've resisted that sick feeling that has been creeping down the back of my throat and trying to ignore the headaches that have started up. i was doing a good job until i finally decided to blow my nose after i got back from the retreat this weekend. my nose was barely running, but i reached for a tissue to fix the problem. from that moment my health has been in a downward spiral. i constantly have a stuffy nose that decides to run at inopportune times. i always feel tired and my muscles have that achey sore feeling. i've been hacking up flem...let's just say that i'm not feeling good. it is as if when you finally decide to blow your nose, you're admitting to yourself that you are sick and your body just breaks down.
i've been cramming for my chem test, which is on thursday. it is so hard to study when you have so many things on your mind. its been a stressful week and my missing cell phone is just killing me. arg. where oh where did you go? well, back to studying...it is not a good week.
i've been cramming for my chem test, which is on thursday. it is so hard to study when you have so many things on your mind. its been a stressful week and my missing cell phone is just killing me. arg. where oh where did you go? well, back to studying...it is not a good week.
Monday, September 27, 2004
these boots were made for...dancing
renewed and refreshed spiritually...sore and exhausted physically.
we spent the weekend in the mountains of north carolina on a church retreat with ruf. we had a tardy arrival because becca took two and a half hours to drive what would hypothetically take an hour and fifteen minutes. oh well...at least she made it here in one piece. it was quite the reunion with all four of us (that would be becca, me, anna, and colette) finally together after over a month apart. becca ran her mouth about a mile a minute to update us on her experiences at tech. poor luke. i hope he didn't mind sitting through all the giggles and interruptions of eachother's stories (we tend to do that a lot...or at least i do), which involved people he'd never met before. he was a good sport, though. he was even willing to put up with a few of our "girly" songs like, "i need you" and "i will survive". i'm sure it seemed to him like being trapped in the cab of his truck with high pitch karaoke gone terribly wrong. well, maybe we weren't that bad...i hope.
our speaker this weekend was awesome. he had a wonderful way of linking analogies to what he was talking about. basically, the messages were about the attributes of God. the first night he talked about how amazing it is that God chooses to use us to do his work. the songs were good too. of course, being the typical presbyterian retreat, hymns were a favorite. who doesn't like good 'ole fashion hymns?
we awoke saturday morning to the wake up call of the bugle, which made me laugh. on saturday afternoon i cheered on the dawgs in their flag football game against usc (thats south carolina). after the amazing win of 6-4 over the lame gamecocks (haha), i got to dig, jump, dive, and make a fool of myself in a few games of volleyball. so much fun! i have a few bruises on my arms to prove it...haven't quite mastered how to hit the ball the right way. got a pick-up game of ultimate frisbee going after that. i got to do a jump, crash, roll over backwards defense move...didn't work, but i'm sure it was pretty snazzy looking. my team won...always fun.
we got to tend to anna in the early evening (that would be around 9:30 college time) because she got a migraine and really sick somehow. i'm sure the stomping and clapping to the blue grass band in the pavilion a few yards away wasn't pleasant to her ears. we finally got out there and joined in the event. wow. i must say that everyone had to look silly...but it was so much fun! i got to learn a few new line dances and dosey doe (sp?) with luke for a few songs. some people were fortunate enough to have some country-style clothes and boots for the hoedown. its all good though.
i'm finally going to skip a class. i know, i know. but this is the first one of my college days. stat class only consists of copying examples from the overhead anyway. it gives me a little more time to finish up these english journals i have to do. what made me decide to skip is that i don't have chem class tomorrow. i really want to be excited, but the reason why we're not having it is because my prof got in a car accident. he is reportedly okay, though. anyway, i'm about to zonk out on my keyboard...
we spent the weekend in the mountains of north carolina on a church retreat with ruf. we had a tardy arrival because becca took two and a half hours to drive what would hypothetically take an hour and fifteen minutes. oh well...at least she made it here in one piece. it was quite the reunion with all four of us (that would be becca, me, anna, and colette) finally together after over a month apart. becca ran her mouth about a mile a minute to update us on her experiences at tech. poor luke. i hope he didn't mind sitting through all the giggles and interruptions of eachother's stories (we tend to do that a lot...or at least i do), which involved people he'd never met before. he was a good sport, though. he was even willing to put up with a few of our "girly" songs like, "i need you" and "i will survive". i'm sure it seemed to him like being trapped in the cab of his truck with high pitch karaoke gone terribly wrong. well, maybe we weren't that bad...i hope.
our speaker this weekend was awesome. he had a wonderful way of linking analogies to what he was talking about. basically, the messages were about the attributes of God. the first night he talked about how amazing it is that God chooses to use us to do his work. the songs were good too. of course, being the typical presbyterian retreat, hymns were a favorite. who doesn't like good 'ole fashion hymns?
we awoke saturday morning to the wake up call of the bugle, which made me laugh. on saturday afternoon i cheered on the dawgs in their flag football game against usc (thats south carolina). after the amazing win of 6-4 over the lame gamecocks (haha), i got to dig, jump, dive, and make a fool of myself in a few games of volleyball. so much fun! i have a few bruises on my arms to prove it...haven't quite mastered how to hit the ball the right way. got a pick-up game of ultimate frisbee going after that. i got to do a jump, crash, roll over backwards defense move...didn't work, but i'm sure it was pretty snazzy looking. my team won...always fun.
we got to tend to anna in the early evening (that would be around 9:30 college time) because she got a migraine and really sick somehow. i'm sure the stomping and clapping to the blue grass band in the pavilion a few yards away wasn't pleasant to her ears. we finally got out there and joined in the event. wow. i must say that everyone had to look silly...but it was so much fun! i got to learn a few new line dances and dosey doe (sp?) with luke for a few songs. some people were fortunate enough to have some country-style clothes and boots for the hoedown. its all good though.
i'm finally going to skip a class. i know, i know. but this is the first one of my college days. stat class only consists of copying examples from the overhead anyway. it gives me a little more time to finish up these english journals i have to do. what made me decide to skip is that i don't have chem class tomorrow. i really want to be excited, but the reason why we're not having it is because my prof got in a car accident. he is reportedly okay, though. anyway, i'm about to zonk out on my keyboard...
Friday, September 24, 2004
on the road again
once again, i am heading out of town....but this time, my destination is not the bubble or the waters of keowee. i'm heading to tuxedo, north carolina (my birth state! not that you care) for the fall ruf conference! i've been working diligently on my five english papers, which are due monday, so that i won't be stressed out when i get back on sunday afternoon. becca is coming to see me! well, shes coming on the retreat with us, but i'll just say shes coming to see me. i think she'll be getting here around 4:30 or so. i really hope luke like us girls (that would be me, anna, skettie, and now becca) because he is about to spend three hours straight trapped in his toyota tundra with us. oh i can just here the giggles from the backseat now. i say that because i've already been assigned to the co-pilot seat by the scheming duo...for reasons that you could prolly guess. anyway, i hope our rowdiness when we get together doesn't bother him too much. it was nice for him to volunteer...well, kinda. anyway, i'm really excited about the retreat! i havn't been on one in forever because of sports and what not. well, it is time for lunch at bolton with the mill crew. time to savor that delicious dining hall food. yum.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
setting adrift
okay, so i've finally decided to post my english paper...i'm hoping it has a point that is obvious and that is "debatable", like my prof said it should be. oh well.
For eleven summers of my childhood, I spent the week of the Fourth of July with my family. We rented a small cottage right off the beach with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. In the four bedrooms we managed to find a place for all eleven of us to sleep. My instinctive thought to the word summer brought images of us spitting watermelon seeds off the sides of the deck into the sand dunes below. I could picture our backs baking in the sun as we constructed fish tank castles; their spires created by allowing the wet sand to run from the palms our hands and drip off our fingertips. We filled our castles with silver treasures captured by dragging our fishing net along the tide. The fish would wriggle about when they were forced to breathe outside of the ocean currents. Hurricane Bonnie had ripped my adolescence experiences from me when she wreaked havoc upon the shores where our tiny cottage sat, defenseless to her blows. We were under the impression that we would never return.
It had been five years, more than a quarter of my lifetime, since my toes had nestled in the sands of Emerald Isle. I seemed to be transported back in time as we pulled into our parking spots below the cottage. Though I was an adult in the world’s eyes, I felt like a child again. We had hardly finished unloading the vans before I was racing my sisters and cousins to blow up those silly inner tubes that resembled tires. Lightheaded and dizzy, I lathered up and hit the beach. The typical teenage approach to the beach never really had a chance to develop in me; rather than making my nest on the sand and attempting to bronze myself in the sun’s rays, I splashed and turned about in the waves as I rode them to shore. Yes, the rituals I took part in as a young child remained within me all those years.
The parents seemed to be stuck in the old mindset as well. Still seeing us as the kids we once were, the basic rules stayed in place. There was to be no swimming if they were not on shore, underneath their wooly mammoth umbrellas with their eyes glancing away from the pages of their novels every so often. Always tell them where you were going. We were to never walk on the beach alone and, of course, we had to reapply sunscreen every other hour. We stuck by the rules all week long. However, no rules were ever mentioned about floating in the inner tubes. My twin sister, cousin, and I, after a lunch of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, decided to take a break from our typical day of fishing and relax for the afternoon. Still not accustomed to lying out, we decided to set adrift on our tire tubes.
It was the calmest day of the week. The ocean was as placid as a pond and there was a light breeze descending the dunes and continuing toward the ocean. Our parents hardly noticed us stroll by, the half-deflated tubes tucked awkwardly under our arms or hugging our waists like giant tutus. We set off, never expecting the drama that was to unfold. A few minutes later, we took note of our distance from shore. With hardly any wind, we weren’t very far out and had only drifted a few meters down the shore from where we had entered.
Next thing we knew, a sharp whistle sailed through the air. I recognized it as my mother’s and looked over to where she stood on shore; her hands were on her hips and she was pacing back and forth. I could tell by her body language that she was upset, but at what, I couldn’t understand. The frantic waving of my aunt’s arms brought the situation into perspective- we were in trouble. No, not in danger of any sort. We were in trouble for breaking some unspoken rule of how far out we could float. Our mothers have always had a frenzy energy that feeds off one another, and once set into motion, it is unstoppable. Another Whoowhoop escaped from my mother’s lips as we began to casually paddle back to a less threatening distance. Yet again, the piercing sound could be heard. At that point in time, our mothers’ over reaction seemed to be humorous. We were eighteen years old and they didn’t think we had any discretion of how far out was too far. Over and over again my mother whistled as if we hadn’t heard or even started to make our way back. The more she exercised her call, the less I wanted to get back, in fear of her wrath. About three minutes after the ordeal had begun, our mothers had us by the arms, dragging us back to the umbrellas and telling us off for our stupidity. I would like to believe that the guys passing by did not notice their hissing scolds. My older sister had been pulled into the pandemonium as well; she was running back from the house, cell phone in hand, prepared to dial 911. Our punishment: banishment to the house. Grounded at the beach.
Being the last kids in both of our families to leave for college, the closer it got to the time to step out into the world, the tighter our parents clung. For eighteen years they played important roles in each of their children’s lives and devoted their time and energy to them. Their purpose could be seen clearly and their influence was apparent. However, the inevitable day when they would never again have the same power in our lives was approaching. When it came time for their kids to leave the security of the shore and set sail on the wide ocean of both dangers and delight, their sense of purpose and self-perception would vanish. It seems that parents just want to prove to themselves in any way possible that their children are still dependant on them. They become apprehensive about their kids being able to make the right decisions on their own without being there to guide them. My mother and aunt’s behavior that day demonstrated their fear of being left behind and their instructions forgotten. After so many years of protecting us, it is difficult for them to suppress their maternal instincts. It was their last chance to fret over their baby girls before their role as mothers would change forever.
I stood there in the forbidden sands at the base of the stairs, the bottoms of my feet burning as I hesitated. My parents’ backs were facing me and they hadn’t yet seen me violating their sentence. I was no longer the little girl I had felt like at the beginning of the week that would freeze motionless at her parents command. Instead, I was a young adult that needed to make her own decisions. It wasn’t that I wanted to disobey them; I just felt that I was past the age of being reprimanded as a child. I needed to set adrift in life equipped with the guidance and values they had instilled in me all these years. They could either stand there on the shore with their hands on their hips in disapproval of my choices, or sit underneath the shade of the umbrella reading their book, confident in their parenting.
see? placid as a pond. obviously, i wasn't exaggerating. this is a picture of my mom and aunt...just hours after grounding us.
For eleven summers of my childhood, I spent the week of the Fourth of July with my family. We rented a small cottage right off the beach with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. In the four bedrooms we managed to find a place for all eleven of us to sleep. My instinctive thought to the word summer brought images of us spitting watermelon seeds off the sides of the deck into the sand dunes below. I could picture our backs baking in the sun as we constructed fish tank castles; their spires created by allowing the wet sand to run from the palms our hands and drip off our fingertips. We filled our castles with silver treasures captured by dragging our fishing net along the tide. The fish would wriggle about when they were forced to breathe outside of the ocean currents. Hurricane Bonnie had ripped my adolescence experiences from me when she wreaked havoc upon the shores where our tiny cottage sat, defenseless to her blows. We were under the impression that we would never return.
It had been five years, more than a quarter of my lifetime, since my toes had nestled in the sands of Emerald Isle. I seemed to be transported back in time as we pulled into our parking spots below the cottage. Though I was an adult in the world’s eyes, I felt like a child again. We had hardly finished unloading the vans before I was racing my sisters and cousins to blow up those silly inner tubes that resembled tires. Lightheaded and dizzy, I lathered up and hit the beach. The typical teenage approach to the beach never really had a chance to develop in me; rather than making my nest on the sand and attempting to bronze myself in the sun’s rays, I splashed and turned about in the waves as I rode them to shore. Yes, the rituals I took part in as a young child remained within me all those years.
The parents seemed to be stuck in the old mindset as well. Still seeing us as the kids we once were, the basic rules stayed in place. There was to be no swimming if they were not on shore, underneath their wooly mammoth umbrellas with their eyes glancing away from the pages of their novels every so often. Always tell them where you were going. We were to never walk on the beach alone and, of course, we had to reapply sunscreen every other hour. We stuck by the rules all week long. However, no rules were ever mentioned about floating in the inner tubes. My twin sister, cousin, and I, after a lunch of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, decided to take a break from our typical day of fishing and relax for the afternoon. Still not accustomed to lying out, we decided to set adrift on our tire tubes.
It was the calmest day of the week. The ocean was as placid as a pond and there was a light breeze descending the dunes and continuing toward the ocean. Our parents hardly noticed us stroll by, the half-deflated tubes tucked awkwardly under our arms or hugging our waists like giant tutus. We set off, never expecting the drama that was to unfold. A few minutes later, we took note of our distance from shore. With hardly any wind, we weren’t very far out and had only drifted a few meters down the shore from where we had entered.
Next thing we knew, a sharp whistle sailed through the air. I recognized it as my mother’s and looked over to where she stood on shore; her hands were on her hips and she was pacing back and forth. I could tell by her body language that she was upset, but at what, I couldn’t understand. The frantic waving of my aunt’s arms brought the situation into perspective- we were in trouble. No, not in danger of any sort. We were in trouble for breaking some unspoken rule of how far out we could float. Our mothers have always had a frenzy energy that feeds off one another, and once set into motion, it is unstoppable. Another Whoowhoop escaped from my mother’s lips as we began to casually paddle back to a less threatening distance. Yet again, the piercing sound could be heard. At that point in time, our mothers’ over reaction seemed to be humorous. We were eighteen years old and they didn’t think we had any discretion of how far out was too far. Over and over again my mother whistled as if we hadn’t heard or even started to make our way back. The more she exercised her call, the less I wanted to get back, in fear of her wrath. About three minutes after the ordeal had begun, our mothers had us by the arms, dragging us back to the umbrellas and telling us off for our stupidity. I would like to believe that the guys passing by did not notice their hissing scolds. My older sister had been pulled into the pandemonium as well; she was running back from the house, cell phone in hand, prepared to dial 911. Our punishment: banishment to the house. Grounded at the beach.
Being the last kids in both of our families to leave for college, the closer it got to the time to step out into the world, the tighter our parents clung. For eighteen years they played important roles in each of their children’s lives and devoted their time and energy to them. Their purpose could be seen clearly and their influence was apparent. However, the inevitable day when they would never again have the same power in our lives was approaching. When it came time for their kids to leave the security of the shore and set sail on the wide ocean of both dangers and delight, their sense of purpose and self-perception would vanish. It seems that parents just want to prove to themselves in any way possible that their children are still dependant on them. They become apprehensive about their kids being able to make the right decisions on their own without being there to guide them. My mother and aunt’s behavior that day demonstrated their fear of being left behind and their instructions forgotten. After so many years of protecting us, it is difficult for them to suppress their maternal instincts. It was their last chance to fret over their baby girls before their role as mothers would change forever.
I stood there in the forbidden sands at the base of the stairs, the bottoms of my feet burning as I hesitated. My parents’ backs were facing me and they hadn’t yet seen me violating their sentence. I was no longer the little girl I had felt like at the beginning of the week that would freeze motionless at her parents command. Instead, I was a young adult that needed to make her own decisions. It wasn’t that I wanted to disobey them; I just felt that I was past the age of being reprimanded as a child. I needed to set adrift in life equipped with the guidance and values they had instilled in me all these years. They could either stand there on the shore with their hands on their hips in disapproval of my choices, or sit underneath the shade of the umbrella reading their book, confident in their parenting.
hurricane charley...at the beginning of the week. they acted like we were out in this.
see? placid as a pond. obviously, i wasn't exaggerating. this is a picture of my mom and aunt...just hours after grounding us.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
isn't it ironic?
isn't it ironic that i got up at 7 am and got ready for the day just to go back to bed again an hour later? isn't it ironic that i'm excited about losing yet another game of ultimate? isn't it ironic that my chem professor played isn't it ironic today in the middle of class?
so it hasn't really been what you might call ironic, but here goes.
yes, this morning i rose early and got to stat lab (on time, i must say) only to leave seven minutes later. wonderful. why do i even bother waking up early enough to get ready on wednesdays? i guess i can't really complain about an easy class...its just a shame that i'm missing out on some of my beauty sleep (haha).
its amazing. the dominating dueces (my hall frisbee team, for those who are unaware) lost terribly again this afternoon...another 15-3 score. hey, maybe we'll just try to score each game. whats so amazing is that i'm really not that upset about it. okay, everyone knows i'm pretty competative, especially when it comes to ultimate. the thing is, hardly any of the girls have played before and all the teams we play are all guys. the chances of us winning are extremely slim, but it is good to see how the girls improve over the course of the game. i kinda get to coach and wallow in my memories of being a team captain in high school. oh the joys.
finally, chemistry. i believe that this class is a form of sheer tourture. it brings out my stupid moments of having no idea how to deal with chemicals (by the way, i can't add), it consumes nearly all my homework time, and it makes me miss classes (well, only one so far). my professor has to be the most random person. he talks about purple hooded horses on neptune, asks how many people have been in wrecks, if anyone has ever seen a unicorn, throws things on the ground at random times to make really loud sounds (i guess to wake that person on the second row, left corner up), and plays michael jackson and other random songs, such as isn't it ironic, on the speakers. strange man.
anyway, i feel just like crawling into bed with all my clothes for the day and makeup still on...now wouldn't that be ironic?
so it hasn't really been what you might call ironic, but here goes.
yes, this morning i rose early and got to stat lab (on time, i must say) only to leave seven minutes later. wonderful. why do i even bother waking up early enough to get ready on wednesdays? i guess i can't really complain about an easy class...its just a shame that i'm missing out on some of my beauty sleep (haha).
its amazing. the dominating dueces (my hall frisbee team, for those who are unaware) lost terribly again this afternoon...another 15-3 score. hey, maybe we'll just try to score each game. whats so amazing is that i'm really not that upset about it. okay, everyone knows i'm pretty competative, especially when it comes to ultimate. the thing is, hardly any of the girls have played before and all the teams we play are all guys. the chances of us winning are extremely slim, but it is good to see how the girls improve over the course of the game. i kinda get to coach and wallow in my memories of being a team captain in high school. oh the joys.
finally, chemistry. i believe that this class is a form of sheer tourture. it brings out my stupid moments of having no idea how to deal with chemicals (by the way, i can't add), it consumes nearly all my homework time, and it makes me miss classes (well, only one so far). my professor has to be the most random person. he talks about purple hooded horses on neptune, asks how many people have been in wrecks, if anyone has ever seen a unicorn, throws things on the ground at random times to make really loud sounds (i guess to wake that person on the second row, left corner up), and plays michael jackson and other random songs, such as isn't it ironic, on the speakers. strange man.
anyway, i feel just like crawling into bed with all my clothes for the day and makeup still on...now wouldn't that be ironic?
Monday, September 20, 2004
off my hands, off my mind
wow. i woke up this morning so incredably sore from waterskiing yesterday. i believe i'm a little out of shape. i've been meaning to go to those running club runs on tuesdays and wednesdays, but couldn't find the stupid track....actually couldn't figure out how to get to the track. so i've been lazy and putting exercise off. gotta get to ramsey soon.
not too eventful of a day. finally turned that wretched english paper in. i actually think it is a really good paper....except i'm unsure of what my professor actually wants. i've spent hours worrying over it...but its out of my hands now. if its off my hands, it should be off my mind. i'm too tired to post it tonight. maybe tomorrow. i had bible study with the freshmen girls tonight. we had about ten girls, which is quite a large group, but the discussion was good. we're studying romans right now and so far it has been awesome. anyway, i've got to get to bed because of a 7 am wake up tomorrow...gotta go to the dreaded three hour chem lab.
not too eventful of a day. finally turned that wretched english paper in. i actually think it is a really good paper....except i'm unsure of what my professor actually wants. i've spent hours worrying over it...but its out of my hands now. if its off my hands, it should be off my mind. i'm too tired to post it tonight. maybe tomorrow. i had bible study with the freshmen girls tonight. we had about ten girls, which is quite a large group, but the discussion was good. we're studying romans right now and so far it has been awesome. anyway, i've got to get to bed because of a 7 am wake up tomorrow...gotta go to the dreaded three hour chem lab.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
last summer fling
what do you do after a three hour saturday football game in 85 degree heat with no clouds in the sky? what else besides spend the whole next day in the 85 degree heat with no clouds in the sky at the lake? of course, we never can tire of the summer sunshine...which will soon fade away into a cool grey sky autumn. sigh. today was the last summer fling and i had a blast! woke up this morning after hardly any nights rest....but theres always that time to relax on the boat. colette, luke, ben, brian, and i all piled into luke's studly tundra this morning, a little tardy of our departure time to meet my parents in commerce. oh well. what is up with guys only listening to the beginning of each song before they jump to the next one? oh, and what is it with skipping over the ones that the girls say "ooo! i love this one!" madness i tell you. we got to the lake a little past noon and were able to attempt jumps and barrel rolls (well, that was ben) on the kneeboard. had some memorable turkey sandwiches (the kind that i've been eating every day for lunch for the past six years) for lunch. got to display my not quite so amazing slolomn skills, which inspired luke and ben to give it a try. both did an awesome job and were outside the wake making rooster tails in no time. to sum it up, lots of laughs and lots of sun. my mom says that she approves of my friends. fabulous.
i've been spoiled with two consecutive extra-long weekends. how am i gonna handle a full week? its gonna be rough. yea, definately did not work on any homework this weekend. nope, not even on that english paper that i wanted friday off for. i'm hoping i can make my topic "provocative" enough for my professor, which is what i need to get started on now.
i've been spoiled with two consecutive extra-long weekends. how am i gonna handle a full week? its gonna be rough. yea, definately did not work on any homework this weekend. nope, not even on that english paper that i wanted friday off for. i'm hoping i can make my topic "provocative" enough for my professor, which is what i need to get started on now.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
a failure of a success and success of a failure
how 'bout them dawgs? yea man. i wish i could be totally psyched about how my number three ranked bulldogs are playing, but to tell you the truth, the past three games have been rather disappointing. with only three touchdowns or so over ga southern, almost losing it to the gamecocks before the last quarter last weekend, and only a ten point lead on the thundering herd (what a retarded mascot) from marshall today, our team hasn’t been quite up to par. sigh. needless to say that the game wasn’t too exciting today…prolly cuz there was only one touchdown the entire game. the only real drama that occurred was when i realized someone took my cell phone after the game. i almost freaked out...but remained calm and called my phone. the person that answered insisted that it was their phone, but then came to their senses, if they had any, about five minutes later and called back. thank God. anyway, long story short, call my cell phone and you'll reach me.
well, i did enjoy my wonderful day off yesterday. the day turned out to be gorgeous. finally got an ultimate game in on the quad friday afternoon. you wouldn't believe the mud pit that the quad transformed into after 4 inches of rain or so and people having mud sliding parties on it the night before. yes. it was amazing to see how many people are willing to dive into muddy, poopy smelling water head first on their bellies, like penguins; arms out to the side and waves of water splashing to the side. reminded me of the wake a boat makes. when you stepped through the field, geysers of chocolate milk colored mud-water would squirt through your toes, all the way up your legs and even getting onto your face. i know, wonderful. anyway, back to the game, i had the privilege of playing in these conditions. well, turns out that only six of the twenty girls that signed up showed up for the game. we played the magic school buses of rutherford. great name, right? well, not as lame as they sound...all fifteen of those 6 to 7 foot giants of upperclassmen guys. so here we were...six freshmen girls, hadicapped both by size and skills (only half of us knew how to throw a frisbee). hey, we did considerably well. the game lasted a good hour and a half, thanks to our awesome D, and we ended up scoring three points on them, ha, so there. so it ended at 15-3...but i'm excited. anyway, coated from head to toe in myers quad mud by the end of the game.
i was so pumped about hawaiian night at the ramsey center. it was a dawgs after dark event, but because the campus was closed, the awesome night was cancelled. let me paint a picture of how much fun this was going to be...so much fun that it might have been worth staring at the blinking green light on my phone during classes on friday. there was going to be a giant slide into the swimming pool, along with boats that you could paddle around in. tiki tourches would definately be along the sides of the pool...accompanied by flame thrower artist guys...you know, like on lilo and stitch. there was going to be infatables, hula dancing lessons, a limbo contest, handwriting analyst, bbq, daiquiris (i meant the actual drinks, colette, as well as the spring break version), which would be virgin, of course, and who knows what else. crazy madness, i'm telling you. we were unsure of whether or not it would be cancelled, so luke, ben, jessica, and i walked the .7 mile walk or so to ramsey, turned right around and walked the .7 mile back, chilled in my dorm, walked the mile to downtown, walked around downtown, ate at little italy (fabulous pizza), walked another mile back to russell hall, listened to luke's band, and then walked the quarter mile back to my dorm. what exercise, i'm telling you.
i'm sure you wouldn't be surprised if i told you that i played another game of ultimate again today. but i do want to say that it was the most competative game i've played here yet...in translation, the best game. i'm exhausted from it, but ready for another trip to the lake tomorrow. so far, its just me and colette...but hopefully luke, ben, brian, and whoever else can come along as well. yet again, next time i write to you, i will hopefully be a tinge brozer. yay for the sunshine.
well, i did enjoy my wonderful day off yesterday. the day turned out to be gorgeous. finally got an ultimate game in on the quad friday afternoon. you wouldn't believe the mud pit that the quad transformed into after 4 inches of rain or so and people having mud sliding parties on it the night before. yes. it was amazing to see how many people are willing to dive into muddy, poopy smelling water head first on their bellies, like penguins; arms out to the side and waves of water splashing to the side. reminded me of the wake a boat makes. when you stepped through the field, geysers of chocolate milk colored mud-water would squirt through your toes, all the way up your legs and even getting onto your face. i know, wonderful. anyway, back to the game, i had the privilege of playing in these conditions. well, turns out that only six of the twenty girls that signed up showed up for the game. we played the magic school buses of rutherford. great name, right? well, not as lame as they sound...all fifteen of those 6 to 7 foot giants of upperclassmen guys. so here we were...six freshmen girls, hadicapped both by size and skills (only half of us knew how to throw a frisbee). hey, we did considerably well. the game lasted a good hour and a half, thanks to our awesome D, and we ended up scoring three points on them, ha, so there. so it ended at 15-3...but i'm excited. anyway, coated from head to toe in myers quad mud by the end of the game.
i was so pumped about hawaiian night at the ramsey center. it was a dawgs after dark event, but because the campus was closed, the awesome night was cancelled. let me paint a picture of how much fun this was going to be...so much fun that it might have been worth staring at the blinking green light on my phone during classes on friday. there was going to be a giant slide into the swimming pool, along with boats that you could paddle around in. tiki tourches would definately be along the sides of the pool...accompanied by flame thrower artist guys...you know, like on lilo and stitch. there was going to be infatables, hula dancing lessons, a limbo contest, handwriting analyst, bbq, daiquiris (i meant the actual drinks, colette, as well as the spring break version), which would be virgin, of course, and who knows what else. crazy madness, i'm telling you. we were unsure of whether or not it would be cancelled, so luke, ben, jessica, and i walked the .7 mile walk or so to ramsey, turned right around and walked the .7 mile back, chilled in my dorm, walked the mile to downtown, walked around downtown, ate at little italy (fabulous pizza), walked another mile back to russell hall, listened to luke's band, and then walked the quarter mile back to my dorm. what exercise, i'm telling you.
i'm sure you wouldn't be surprised if i told you that i played another game of ultimate again today. but i do want to say that it was the most competative game i've played here yet...in translation, the best game. i'm exhausted from it, but ready for another trip to the lake tomorrow. so far, its just me and colette...but hopefully luke, ben, brian, and whoever else can come along as well. yet again, next time i write to you, i will hopefully be a tinge brozer. yay for the sunshine.
Friday, September 17, 2004
"UGA at Gwinett closed Friday"
the good lord has showerd us with blessings...enough rain, that is, for uga, "out of concern for the safety of [their] faculty and students", to cancel school for the day. i happened to wake up at 6:21 am this morning, roll out of bed, and log onto my yahoo mail account to see what the fate of my day was. the letter was titled "UGA at Gwinett closed Friday". oh no. what about us here in athens? i was all nerves as i double clicked on those doubtful words...but the first line said, "in addition to the main uga campus in athens being closed on friday..." i didn't need to read any further. i had a silent dance celebration for a minute or so...i was so excited that i couldn't fall back asleep for another hour. woke up around 10:30 after finally falling asleep and had a wonderful belgium waffle for breakfast.
speaking of delicious food, i had a wonderful dinner last night. two lobster tails with butter dip stuff on the side, a georgia chicken breast, piles of pineapple, grapes, and strawberries, an egg roll, wong, fruit-a-licious smoothie, and finally, a chocolate chip cookie dough cheesecake. pretty expensive meal for a poor college student, right? where else could you get such a variety of foods together but on the meal plan here at uga? yesterday was the dedication dinner for the new east campus dining commons. who ever said that college food was bad?
back to there being no school today, i now have more time to finish my english paper...although the likelyhood of that happening is slim. i'm hoping that the hawaiian night at the ramsey center tonight won't be cancelled....it sounds like so much fun! theres gonna be a giant slide, inflatables, flame twirling dudes, handwriting analysts, limbo contest, hula dancers, bbq and daquaries (virgin, of course), and so much more. i love dawgs after dark. anyway, i'd better get started on my day...its 12:14 and i'm still in my pjs!
speaking of delicious food, i had a wonderful dinner last night. two lobster tails with butter dip stuff on the side, a georgia chicken breast, piles of pineapple, grapes, and strawberries, an egg roll, wong, fruit-a-licious smoothie, and finally, a chocolate chip cookie dough cheesecake. pretty expensive meal for a poor college student, right? where else could you get such a variety of foods together but on the meal plan here at uga? yesterday was the dedication dinner for the new east campus dining commons. who ever said that college food was bad?
back to there being no school today, i now have more time to finish my english paper...although the likelyhood of that happening is slim. i'm hoping that the hawaiian night at the ramsey center tonight won't be cancelled....it sounds like so much fun! theres gonna be a giant slide, inflatables, flame twirling dudes, handwriting analysts, limbo contest, hula dancers, bbq and daquaries (virgin, of course), and so much more. i love dawgs after dark. anyway, i'd better get started on my day...its 12:14 and i'm still in my pjs!
Thursday, September 16, 2004
tornadic activity
i'm a hard working student. so hard working in fact that today, as i stressed about getting my impossible-to-do-if-you're-not-a-genious chem homework done by 3 pm, i was unaware that my very life was in danger. unlike everyone else...students in classes, in the dining halls, working out at ramsey, etc...no warning was ever announced to the helpless students in myers that a tornado had touched down on campus. okay, so maybe everyone i talked to heard the sirens...but i think the second floor wasn't able to because none of us did. ivan has been enough of a threat to most southern schools for them to cancel classes for the rest of the week...but of course, uga's administrators did not have enough sense to cancel classes until after my one and only class for the day was over. needless to say, there will be no ultimate game today :(. the weather was perfectly fine yesterday for a game.i hope i get to reap the benefits of cancelled classes tomorrow...i have an english paper due.
despite the bad weather...today is a special day because my best friend colette's birthday is today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! shes the big one-nine. ahhh...last year to be a teenager. colette, enjoy your youthful years while you still can.
yesterday, becca sent me a quiz to see how well i know her. i know her much better than she thinks...and i believe i was scored unjustly because she put the wrong answers down for her questions. i'll leave you with a snippet of what rebecca and i argue about...
(18:22:25) becboo987: bean, i can too touch my toungue to my nose. You should have gotten a 95, you should have known the toungue thing...
(18:25:15) Beanie904: whatever!!!!
(18:25:21) becboo987: :)
(18:25:21) Beanie904: i so can and you so can't
(18:25:27) becboo987: i can too
(18:33:49) Beanie904: therefore, i got a 100...cuz you still can't touch your toungue to your nose
(18:33:58) becboo987: yes i can
(18:34:29) Beanie904: if you consider touching as getting your tongue up over your upper lip, that doesn't count
(18:34:50) Beanie904: it has to be in the nostril to be valid
(18:35:54) becboo987: that's not true
(18:36:14) Beanie904: see, you didn't abide by the international tongue touching policy
despite the bad weather...today is a special day because my best friend colette's birthday is today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! shes the big one-nine. ahhh...last year to be a teenager. colette, enjoy your youthful years while you still can.
yesterday, becca sent me a quiz to see how well i know her. i know her much better than she thinks...and i believe i was scored unjustly because she put the wrong answers down for her questions. i'll leave you with a snippet of what rebecca and i argue about...
(18:22:25) becboo987: bean, i can too touch my toungue to my nose. You should have gotten a 95, you should have known the toungue thing...
(18:25:15) Beanie904: whatever!!!!
(18:25:21) becboo987: :)
(18:25:21) Beanie904: i so can and you so can't
(18:25:27) becboo987: i can too
(18:33:49) Beanie904: therefore, i got a 100...cuz you still can't touch your toungue to your nose
(18:33:58) becboo987: yes i can
(18:34:29) Beanie904: if you consider touching as getting your tongue up over your upper lip, that doesn't count
(18:34:50) Beanie904: it has to be in the nostril to be valid
(18:35:54) becboo987: that's not true
(18:36:14) Beanie904: see, you didn't abide by the international tongue touching policy
Monday, September 13, 2004
Lifetime...television for women
okay, if any of you have ever seen a movie on this channel, you would definately agree with me. the storylines are coated with velveeta. velveeta is drenched in the character's clothes, velveeta oozes in the smile that the "hunk" of the movie flashes. have you noticed how terribly hideous the guys are? every storyline is the same. the girl falls in love with the guy, the guy is a complete jerk, the woman is heartbroken, and finally, she vows to never trust a guy again. my roommate is typing her ethics paper to a wedding planner inspired lifetime movie right now and i can't help but gag at the drama it is trying to create. okay, so here is a line from the movie that is on now:
"how can you cheat on me with my own brother? no, i won't take darla as my wife. i would never marry this woman. darla, i'm breaking up with you!" dun dun dun dunnnnnn....
oh! never saw that one coming.
Heres another good one...different characters, of course:
"we're not really married. well, i mean we are technically, but we're going through a divorce. so can we please just forget that i'm married and start this relationship over?"
what wonderful entertainment...such quality television.
in the meantime, i'm trying to get all this homework done. i've got two 3-5 page papers to write, a chem pre-lab to do, chem problems to work, a stat exam to study for, a sociology video to watch...it just goes on and on. but i had a nice break this weekend and now i just have to deal with the side effects of this problem called procrastination. i got to shop at lennox mall for some red and black dress clothes for football games. took marta (which is smarta, as my brother always says) back to tech. it was my first time on the main form of atl transportation. quite dirty i do have to say. i can't believe they charge $1.75 for one way....i guess you gotta do what you gotta do. after a three hour car drive up to the lake we got to lay on the boat and ski until we were exhausted. both of becca's roommates got up! yay! so exciting. they never had before. quite a successful day.
okay, get this. as i said on friday, my parents weren't willing to drop me off on the way home because it was "too far out of the way". whatever. we stopped for a chicken strip dinner at zaxby's no more than 25 minutes outside of uga. it would be too much trouble to drag the tech girls 25 minutes out of the way that night than to make me drive the remaining two hours back to ptc and then two hours back the next day. great. really, four hour drive out of the way for me is much better. it was then that i realized that they just wanted me to come home. what the heck. they then offered to take me back when i commented on it, but i figgured i'd just go home. i got to see my buddies at church on sunday. my good friend, leigh, was nice enough to chop off five inches of my hair for me in the kitchen of the church. you wouldn't believe how fast word travels that theres a haircut going on. i could safely guarantee that seven people wandered in and said, "oh! there is someone getting a haircut in here." so now the ends of my hair reside on my shoulders...which i believe is the same as my sister's. we havn't had our hair the same length since seventh grade. crazy.
the trip back to school was incredably uncomfortable. we drove up in my dad's ford ranger...three accross the front. it was hardly big enough for me....why did my mom keep offering to switch seats with me? she had no intetion of truly sitting there. its funny how people do that, ya know? well, if any of you would like me to add your homework to the loads of mine, just let me know.
p.s. DISCLAIMER: just wanted to sound considerate. i won't really do it.
"how can you cheat on me with my own brother? no, i won't take darla as my wife. i would never marry this woman. darla, i'm breaking up with you!" dun dun dun dunnnnnn....
oh! never saw that one coming.
Heres another good one...different characters, of course:
"we're not really married. well, i mean we are technically, but we're going through a divorce. so can we please just forget that i'm married and start this relationship over?"
what wonderful entertainment...such quality television.
in the meantime, i'm trying to get all this homework done. i've got two 3-5 page papers to write, a chem pre-lab to do, chem problems to work, a stat exam to study for, a sociology video to watch...it just goes on and on. but i had a nice break this weekend and now i just have to deal with the side effects of this problem called procrastination. i got to shop at lennox mall for some red and black dress clothes for football games. took marta (which is smarta, as my brother always says) back to tech. it was my first time on the main form of atl transportation. quite dirty i do have to say. i can't believe they charge $1.75 for one way....i guess you gotta do what you gotta do. after a three hour car drive up to the lake we got to lay on the boat and ski until we were exhausted. both of becca's roommates got up! yay! so exciting. they never had before. quite a successful day.
okay, get this. as i said on friday, my parents weren't willing to drop me off on the way home because it was "too far out of the way". whatever. we stopped for a chicken strip dinner at zaxby's no more than 25 minutes outside of uga. it would be too much trouble to drag the tech girls 25 minutes out of the way that night than to make me drive the remaining two hours back to ptc and then two hours back the next day. great. really, four hour drive out of the way for me is much better. it was then that i realized that they just wanted me to come home. what the heck. they then offered to take me back when i commented on it, but i figgured i'd just go home. i got to see my buddies at church on sunday. my good friend, leigh, was nice enough to chop off five inches of my hair for me in the kitchen of the church. you wouldn't believe how fast word travels that theres a haircut going on. i could safely guarantee that seven people wandered in and said, "oh! there is someone getting a haircut in here." so now the ends of my hair reside on my shoulders...which i believe is the same as my sister's. we havn't had our hair the same length since seventh grade. crazy.
the trip back to school was incredably uncomfortable. we drove up in my dad's ford ranger...three accross the front. it was hardly big enough for me....why did my mom keep offering to switch seats with me? she had no intetion of truly sitting there. its funny how people do that, ya know? well, if any of you would like me to add your homework to the loads of mine, just let me know.
p.s. DISCLAIMER: just wanted to sound considerate. i won't really do it.
Friday, September 10, 2004
The best part...
you know, i was thinking. everyone loves three day weekends, but the best part of that extra long weekend is that you only have four days of school. double bonus. how awesome is that?
right now, pretty much all my time is being consumed by an english paper. i think i need to have more of an "angle", as my professor puts it. he wants our papers to have an argument. i definately need to develop one. so i'm writing about my most recent trip to the beach. wow. let me just tell you that it is an interesting story. perhaps i'll post it on here when it is a finished work.
anyway, big plans for the weekend. although I have a bazillion things to do before monday, i'm feeling rather lazy and will ignore it. its nice to believe that if you ignore things long enough, they'll magically disappear. i wish it were the truth. thats gonna come back to bite me in the butt. so i'm leaving this afternoon right after my 1:45 class. gotta sprint to that beautiful blue bug of my roommate so she can take me and colette to tech. yes, i know. the forbidden yellow jacket hive. but i figure since my other half is part of the swarm that lives there, i might be forgiven for my betrayal. after a night on the futon, my sister's roommates and I are heading out to the lake. waterskiing! i am so pumped. the weather is supposed to be awesome. my parents aren't willing to drive "an hour and a half" out of the way to drop me back off in athens, so i have to make the trek all the way to the ptc. wonderful. oh well. i'll get to see my church crew sunday. then i get to drive two hours again sunday afternoon.
next time i write i'll hopefully be a lot more bronze :). cheers to the weekend!!
right now, pretty much all my time is being consumed by an english paper. i think i need to have more of an "angle", as my professor puts it. he wants our papers to have an argument. i definately need to develop one. so i'm writing about my most recent trip to the beach. wow. let me just tell you that it is an interesting story. perhaps i'll post it on here when it is a finished work.
anyway, big plans for the weekend. although I have a bazillion things to do before monday, i'm feeling rather lazy and will ignore it. its nice to believe that if you ignore things long enough, they'll magically disappear. i wish it were the truth. thats gonna come back to bite me in the butt. so i'm leaving this afternoon right after my 1:45 class. gotta sprint to that beautiful blue bug of my roommate so she can take me and colette to tech. yes, i know. the forbidden yellow jacket hive. but i figure since my other half is part of the swarm that lives there, i might be forgiven for my betrayal. after a night on the futon, my sister's roommates and I are heading out to the lake. waterskiing! i am so pumped. the weather is supposed to be awesome. my parents aren't willing to drive "an hour and a half" out of the way to drop me back off in athens, so i have to make the trek all the way to the ptc. wonderful. oh well. i'll get to see my church crew sunday. then i get to drive two hours again sunday afternoon.
next time i write i'll hopefully be a lot more bronze :). cheers to the weekend!!
Thursday, September 09, 2004
bubbly, frisbee, and sisters
okay y'all. break out the bubbly and celebrate with me! i actually passed my chem test! maybe it wasn't with flying colors, but i do have to say that an 85.86% isn't too shabby for my first college exam. i do have to recognize my wonderful friend and study buddy, colette, who so kindly helped me memorize the formula and charges for chlorate, carbonate, phospahte, acetate, perchlorate, permanganate, nitrate....okay, i won't bore you with the rest. anyway, my somewhat average score was due mostly to my stupidity and being out of practice of taking tests.
i've finally joined an ultimate team. its a group of girls from my hall, 2-south, and our wonderful team captains have selected "dominating dueces" as our name. fabulous. i actually had to look up "dueces" on dictionary.com to figure out what the heck it meant. okay, so maybe my vocab skills aren't that great. without too clear of a definition, i've come to deduce (haha) that it is either the number two on dice or a devil/demon character. chances are, its the second. i just want to know how they came up with it. oh well, whats in a name, right? we're gonna kick butt, thats all i know.
sadly, my twin sister prefers to spend time with her new "sisters" next weekend rather than visiting me here in athens. she just joined the sorority yesterday...i guess she got a pair of pantyhose in time to pledge. didn't take long to become second. i'm just kidding, really, but it sure would have been fun. instead, i'm hoping that she'll be able to come with us on the ruf retreat that is on the weekend of the 24th. i hope she doesn't think that that counts as coming to visit me, though. it definately doesn't. anyway, we get to go to the lake this weekend! i am psyched because i haven't been more than 4 times this year. what a shame. i can't wait to bask in the forcast of 85 degree sunshine and cloudless skies. maybe i'll get some of my long lost color back. megan and i are leaving as soon as we get out of class at 2:15 and she'll drop me off at tech were i get to have a sleepover with becca and her roomies! yay! gotta love it.
i've finally joined an ultimate team. its a group of girls from my hall, 2-south, and our wonderful team captains have selected "dominating dueces" as our name. fabulous. i actually had to look up "dueces" on dictionary.com to figure out what the heck it meant. okay, so maybe my vocab skills aren't that great. without too clear of a definition, i've come to deduce (haha) that it is either the number two on dice or a devil/demon character. chances are, its the second. i just want to know how they came up with it. oh well, whats in a name, right? we're gonna kick butt, thats all i know.
sadly, my twin sister prefers to spend time with her new "sisters" next weekend rather than visiting me here in athens. she just joined the sorority yesterday...i guess she got a pair of pantyhose in time to pledge. didn't take long to become second. i'm just kidding, really, but it sure would have been fun. instead, i'm hoping that she'll be able to come with us on the ruf retreat that is on the weekend of the 24th. i hope she doesn't think that that counts as coming to visit me, though. it definately doesn't. anyway, we get to go to the lake this weekend! i am psyched because i haven't been more than 4 times this year. what a shame. i can't wait to bask in the forcast of 85 degree sunshine and cloudless skies. maybe i'll get some of my long lost color back. megan and i are leaving as soon as we get out of class at 2:15 and she'll drop me off at tech were i get to have a sleepover with becca and her roomies! yay! gotta love it.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Today's Menu: GRITS
thats right. i ate some for the first time in about 3 years this morning. haven't been missing out on too much. theres just something about that white, grainy, congealing slop on your plate that reminds you that you are a resident of the south. quite homey, even though the elegant southern dish was never served at my yankee transplant breakfast table. actually, there is a better reason why i'm discussing grits. today i g.ot r.eady for i.ntensive t.est s.tudying. okay, so maybe that isn't a better reason, but i figured i'd make a fun acronym for the heck of it.
my first college exam is no more than 15 hours and 42 minutes away. quite frankly, it frightens me. i definately took a "practice exam" online and definately scored a 67%. crap. so far, the 8 hours plus of studying for this test hasn't paid off. chemistry. not just any old chemistry class. i had to get thrown into the honors class...with the chem majors...those strange people who actually care about how many moles are in a gram of NaHCO3. God made this world the way it is, it works, it will always work. thats a good enough explaination of my surroundings for me. i'm sure my african-american, 250 lb, 6 ft 3, pure muscle, could-have-played-pro-football linebacker professor won't accept that answer on the exam tomorrow. alas, i will stay up until the wee hours of the morning trying to memorize how to name chemical compounds. which come first...anions, cations, do they end in -ate, -ite, -ic, -icarenot? my optomisim is just seeping through the spaces of this paragraph, right?
self-mutilation. not something you want to read about everyday, right? well, i would have preferred not to have been subjected to such terrible depictions of what people do to themselves, but of course, motives for writing had other plans for me. it is beyond me how people do things like that to themselves. i know this isn't the lightest subject, but the essay i read for english class yesterday is pushing me to say this: if you are feeling really sad and depressed, maybe a hug is something you should look into.
atleast something good is going on today...ruf! yay! i actually have to go meet up with colette and anna at snelling before we head off to church. now i have an excuse to take a break from the studying and relax. i've been having grits all day...definately not having them for dinner :).
my first college exam is no more than 15 hours and 42 minutes away. quite frankly, it frightens me. i definately took a "practice exam" online and definately scored a 67%. crap. so far, the 8 hours plus of studying for this test hasn't paid off. chemistry. not just any old chemistry class. i had to get thrown into the honors class...with the chem majors...those strange people who actually care about how many moles are in a gram of NaHCO3. God made this world the way it is, it works, it will always work. thats a good enough explaination of my surroundings for me. i'm sure my african-american, 250 lb, 6 ft 3, pure muscle, could-have-played-pro-football linebacker professor won't accept that answer on the exam tomorrow. alas, i will stay up until the wee hours of the morning trying to memorize how to name chemical compounds. which come first...anions, cations, do they end in -ate, -ite, -ic, -icarenot? my optomisim is just seeping through the spaces of this paragraph, right?
self-mutilation. not something you want to read about everyday, right? well, i would have preferred not to have been subjected to such terrible depictions of what people do to themselves, but of course, motives for writing had other plans for me. it is beyond me how people do things like that to themselves. i know this isn't the lightest subject, but the essay i read for english class yesterday is pushing me to say this: if you are feeling really sad and depressed, maybe a hug is something you should look into.
atleast something good is going on today...ruf! yay! i actually have to go meet up with colette and anna at snelling before we head off to church. now i have an excuse to take a break from the studying and relax. i've been having grits all day...definately not having them for dinner :).
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
rain drops keep falling on my head....
...but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red....
thats because they already are. a 7 am wake up this morning is responsible. maybe i can pin it on the weekend as well. hurricane francis (what a wimpy name for such a powerful storm) was showering athens with an abundance of rain this morning. terrential downpour...it reminded me of my wretched graduation ceremony...except this time i was fortunate enough to have an umbrella and raincoat. thanks mom and dad for making me waterproof. well, sort of.
after my feet getting soaked in the rivers of water rushing through the parking lots and my umbrella flipping inside out because of the gusts of wind, i finally arrived at chem lab. what an exhausting three hours of standing. everyone knows that the watched pot never boils...well, the crucible isn't much better. we ended up melting our NaHCO3. of course, the procedure specifically warns us not to for hazardous reasons. way to go, jeannine. who knew that "heat vigorously" didn't mean have the flame temp really high. had to run to sociology after that. i couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what i looked like. i'm sure the girl passing by me thought i was weird for chuckling to myself. oh, what a fun word...chuckle.
anyway, met up with luke for lunch at snelling. switched it up today...on a typical tuesday/thursday afternoon, we usually eat at o-house. he apparantly had a blast at the lake...man i wish i could have gone. i could go for one of those slalom wipeouts...the ones where you cut too fast to the inside and end up skipping like a flat stone across the top of the water for about 20 feet. yea, not exaggerating. so much fun! so luke surfs. how awesome is that? i've always wanted to try. crazy.
i have some fabulous reading to do for english this afternoon. perhaps i'll start on my sociolozzzzzzzzzzz reading this afternoon as well. i wish i didn't have this stupid honors pow-wow seminar class at 3:30...life would be so much simpler. ahhh so much to complain about. i need to be more optomistic about these classes. yay! its tuesday already! that was a good start. i have my first running club meeting today...i wonder if this is a hardcore enough group of runners to run in spite of the rain. oh, how i miss those days of cross country practice at 6:45 am in the rain. well, gotta run!
thats because they already are. a 7 am wake up this morning is responsible. maybe i can pin it on the weekend as well. hurricane francis (what a wimpy name for such a powerful storm) was showering athens with an abundance of rain this morning. terrential downpour...it reminded me of my wretched graduation ceremony...except this time i was fortunate enough to have an umbrella and raincoat. thanks mom and dad for making me waterproof. well, sort of.
after my feet getting soaked in the rivers of water rushing through the parking lots and my umbrella flipping inside out because of the gusts of wind, i finally arrived at chem lab. what an exhausting three hours of standing. everyone knows that the watched pot never boils...well, the crucible isn't much better. we ended up melting our NaHCO3. of course, the procedure specifically warns us not to for hazardous reasons. way to go, jeannine. who knew that "heat vigorously" didn't mean have the flame temp really high. had to run to sociology after that. i couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what i looked like. i'm sure the girl passing by me thought i was weird for chuckling to myself. oh, what a fun word...chuckle.
anyway, met up with luke for lunch at snelling. switched it up today...on a typical tuesday/thursday afternoon, we usually eat at o-house. he apparantly had a blast at the lake...man i wish i could have gone. i could go for one of those slalom wipeouts...the ones where you cut too fast to the inside and end up skipping like a flat stone across the top of the water for about 20 feet. yea, not exaggerating. so much fun! so luke surfs. how awesome is that? i've always wanted to try. crazy.
i have some fabulous reading to do for english this afternoon. perhaps i'll start on my sociolozzzzzzzzzzz reading this afternoon as well. i wish i didn't have this stupid honors pow-wow seminar class at 3:30...life would be so much simpler. ahhh so much to complain about. i need to be more optomistic about these classes. yay! its tuesday already! that was a good start. i have my first running club meeting today...i wonder if this is a hardcore enough group of runners to run in spite of the rain. oh, how i miss those days of cross country practice at 6:45 am in the rain. well, gotta run!
Monday, September 06, 2004
what college is all about...
okay, so i really just was going to comment on the pictures that colette posted on her blog site, and now i'm stuck setting up my own blog account. geez. making it hard for me. anyway, maybe this will be a good way to update myself on what the heck is going on in the college scene. it could also inform everyone else what is going on in my not-so-interesting life. who knows, perhaps people will be interested.
i do have to say that i am really enjoying this lifestyle. sleep is hard to come by between the late night excursions to parties and movies...oh yea, homework every once in awhile. i really need to start doing that.
so anyway, this weekend was crazy madness. the first weekend that would actually qualify as a college experience. i saw fight club on thursday night. yea. it was....strange. people have been talking about it nonstop since we arrived three weeks ago and even though they spoiled the story for me, i decided that in order to be qualified as a true college student, i had to go see it. i can't really decide if i want to call it a good movie. if they edited out the sex, violence, and cussing to air on tbs, i don't think the movie would be but 6 minutes and 42 seconds long. the best part was probrably when colette gagged. yes, she gagged when the liposuction fat bag bursted on the barbed wire fence. ack. okay, so maybe i just did at the thought. oh, this also brings up cell phone ediquite. 30 minutes before the movie starts when everyone is yacking at full volume, it is imparative that you put your cell phone on vibrate. yea, i was apparantly rude. i atleast did better than colette. she was jabbering to her boyfriend on speaker phone 8 minutes into the movie. colette, next time, put your voice on vibrate for us.
friday classes were unbearable. why is it that we tourture ourselves by glancing at the clock ever 20 seconds or so to see if class is almost over. i resorted to watching the green light on my cell phone flash every once in a while on my desk. i leave it on silent, but when someone calls, it flashes faster. please, someone just call even though i can't answer. really really bored. anyway, after three classes of watching the green light on the phone (which no one called), i went and stood in line for the pep rally to "fire up the dawgs" for the first game saturday. yea, got there an our and a half early for my free large t-shirt. so worth it, let me tell you. ping-pong at tate after that....yea, totally kick butt in that department. guys are hilarious when they lose to girls. so many excuses. then came the frat party. oh, the joys of listening to country music at the KA house while beer splashes onto your feet on the dance floor. no doubt i had fun though. colette and i busted it out...half drunk sweaty frat guys don't have too well of coordination on the floor though. twirling and dipping is fabulous. after an entertaining hour at the frat house, we decided we were tired of the drunk mob of people and left. on the way back we ran into some friends...heading out to 346...a club on broad street. yay, more drunk people. why not. guys get so offended when you refuse to freak dance with them. oh well, not my problem. next thing we knew, it was 2 am...way past my typical bedtime and i was fading fast.
early wake up the next morning considering i didn't crash into my pillow until 3 am. we just had to get out there and tailgate. luke was so pumped for the game...it was cute. anyway, we mooched food from our fellow dawg family members. tossed the football around. dude, i can't throw a football. then we headed to the hot, sweaty, drunk, not incredably amazing win football game. don't get me wrong, it was awesome. GOOOOOOO DAWGS! SIC 'EM! WOOF WOOF WOOF! yea man. definately had to shower. i have a lovely new tan line now. chilled in the room until about 10, when we went to visit some friends at their dorm until we wandered over to the tate center with luke for the non-existant midnight showing of Shrek2. you know it. luke then insisted that we watch "the greatest movie in the world", identity. yea, definately not a fan of scary movies and let him know beforehand. anyway, he convinced us to sit down at watch it at his place. his roommate kept trying to give it away. hes a strange character. even so, it was actually very good. never saw that one coming. hung out with almost every guy on their hall squeezed into their dorm room after the movie ended at 1:47....until about 3 am when i decided getting up in the morning for church would be rough if i didn't go to bed soon. had a bit of a worry over colette and a guy driving her home, which kinda defeated the purpose of having someone drive her home because thats what we wanted to avoid...but she ended up being safe. always good.
luke got to go to a lake sunday and monday. i'm so jealous. considering the late night, got up reasonably well for church at 9 am. the sermon was actually on jealousy...darn it. definately hit the sack after i got home. sleep is wonderful. called my sister and talked to her for an hour after that...i miss her. not too eventful of a day. homework homework homework. saw shrek that night as well. more sleep that night....12 hours and 20 minutes of blissful, undisturbed sleep. thank you, labor day.
there ya have it. college is all about the midnight movies, late night par-taying, sleep....maye a little homework on the side. my parents keep asking themselves if they sent me to school or camp...i definately like to lean toward the latter. you're prolly wondering why in the world you wasted your time reading this...you have no idea how much fun it really was. college rocks.
i do have to say that i am really enjoying this lifestyle. sleep is hard to come by between the late night excursions to parties and movies...oh yea, homework every once in awhile. i really need to start doing that.
so anyway, this weekend was crazy madness. the first weekend that would actually qualify as a college experience. i saw fight club on thursday night. yea. it was....strange. people have been talking about it nonstop since we arrived three weeks ago and even though they spoiled the story for me, i decided that in order to be qualified as a true college student, i had to go see it. i can't really decide if i want to call it a good movie. if they edited out the sex, violence, and cussing to air on tbs, i don't think the movie would be but 6 minutes and 42 seconds long. the best part was probrably when colette gagged. yes, she gagged when the liposuction fat bag bursted on the barbed wire fence. ack. okay, so maybe i just did at the thought. oh, this also brings up cell phone ediquite. 30 minutes before the movie starts when everyone is yacking at full volume, it is imparative that you put your cell phone on vibrate. yea, i was apparantly rude. i atleast did better than colette. she was jabbering to her boyfriend on speaker phone 8 minutes into the movie. colette, next time, put your voice on vibrate for us.
friday classes were unbearable. why is it that we tourture ourselves by glancing at the clock ever 20 seconds or so to see if class is almost over. i resorted to watching the green light on my cell phone flash every once in a while on my desk. i leave it on silent, but when someone calls, it flashes faster. please, someone just call even though i can't answer. really really bored. anyway, after three classes of watching the green light on the phone (which no one called), i went and stood in line for the pep rally to "fire up the dawgs" for the first game saturday. yea, got there an our and a half early for my free large t-shirt. so worth it, let me tell you. ping-pong at tate after that....yea, totally kick butt in that department. guys are hilarious when they lose to girls. so many excuses. then came the frat party. oh, the joys of listening to country music at the KA house while beer splashes onto your feet on the dance floor. no doubt i had fun though. colette and i busted it out...half drunk sweaty frat guys don't have too well of coordination on the floor though. twirling and dipping is fabulous. after an entertaining hour at the frat house, we decided we were tired of the drunk mob of people and left. on the way back we ran into some friends...heading out to 346...a club on broad street. yay, more drunk people. why not. guys get so offended when you refuse to freak dance with them. oh well, not my problem. next thing we knew, it was 2 am...way past my typical bedtime and i was fading fast.
early wake up the next morning considering i didn't crash into my pillow until 3 am. we just had to get out there and tailgate. luke was so pumped for the game...it was cute. anyway, we mooched food from our fellow dawg family members. tossed the football around. dude, i can't throw a football. then we headed to the hot, sweaty, drunk, not incredably amazing win football game. don't get me wrong, it was awesome. GOOOOOOO DAWGS! SIC 'EM! WOOF WOOF WOOF! yea man. definately had to shower. i have a lovely new tan line now. chilled in the room until about 10, when we went to visit some friends at their dorm until we wandered over to the tate center with luke for the non-existant midnight showing of Shrek2. you know it. luke then insisted that we watch "the greatest movie in the world", identity. yea, definately not a fan of scary movies and let him know beforehand. anyway, he convinced us to sit down at watch it at his place. his roommate kept trying to give it away. hes a strange character. even so, it was actually very good. never saw that one coming. hung out with almost every guy on their hall squeezed into their dorm room after the movie ended at 1:47....until about 3 am when i decided getting up in the morning for church would be rough if i didn't go to bed soon. had a bit of a worry over colette and a guy driving her home, which kinda defeated the purpose of having someone drive her home because thats what we wanted to avoid...but she ended up being safe. always good.
luke got to go to a lake sunday and monday. i'm so jealous. considering the late night, got up reasonably well for church at 9 am. the sermon was actually on jealousy...darn it. definately hit the sack after i got home. sleep is wonderful. called my sister and talked to her for an hour after that...i miss her. not too eventful of a day. homework homework homework. saw shrek that night as well. more sleep that night....12 hours and 20 minutes of blissful, undisturbed sleep. thank you, labor day.
there ya have it. college is all about the midnight movies, late night par-taying, sleep....maye a little homework on the side. my parents keep asking themselves if they sent me to school or camp...i definately like to lean toward the latter. you're prolly wondering why in the world you wasted your time reading this...you have no idea how much fun it really was. college rocks.
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