UC Owns My Soul

Edit: So some new people are checking out my blog...and I apologize. I don't keep up with flickr that much, the design is pretty simple, I frankly am not the best at this whole business. Hopefully the content keeps you coming back and not my scary set-up. :-) But thanks for stopping by!!


Whew! What a frickin' week!

School started again Monday so I got to spend 400 dollars on books which always makes me smile...or not...
I'm taking 5 classes:
Interpersonal Communication
Algebra II
Western Traditions in Literature
American Lit Survey
Concert Band

Eh. They're all ok. It's my fourth year of english classes and as much as I enjoy the subject, it really is all the same. You get assigned 4-5 works from "the canon" and read a large chunk of pages every two days then go back into class where you and your classmates grope for metaphorical and symbolic meaning and hope the teacher doesn't look at you like an idiot. Sprinkle in a few lengthy papers. Rinse, repeat. But, I've gotten pretty good at it, with moderate effort I am able to spit out A and B worthy work without breaking too much of a sweat. I'll just be glad to start my education classes in the spring for a bit of diversity.

Band is still band only in a concert setting. Rather than running around on the field honking on my saxophone in 30 degree weather, we all break out the concert instruments (flute for me!) and try to sit still for 2 hours while we struggle through the 1812 overture.

Can you tell that I'm getting a bit tired of the usual schedule? It's about that time for me to graduate I think.

Speaking of...graduate school packets started coming in the mail for NYU, North Carolina-Greensboro and a few others I haven't checked yet. I feel like a Junior in HS all over again.

Thanks to Brillig, I'm using cre8buzz.com which might generate more visits to my sight. I love all 3 of you, but wouldn't mind some extra company! :-) We will see how this pans out.

As far as anything else...the sorority process has started once more and we have 10 lovely candidates coming into our ranks. This process consumes a majority of my Winter Quarter time and now that I'm El Presidente, I have already been running around in a spastic daze trying to manhandle every crisis that comes at me. This may get very exhausting. But, I embrace a good challenge, so off to the races we go. I have a little brother from the fraternity, and this will mark my 5 little to date and I'm already doting upon him like a child. Oh the wonders a fraternal bond can bring.

Almost there...

My lack of posting the past few weeks is due to my brain seeping out of my ears.

I just finished "studying" (when I say studying, I really mean staring at the book mournfully and hoping the information will just jump into my head...) for my Comm Theory test that is in a few short hours (8 AM...I haven't seen 8 AM since...forever. I'm a college kid, I don't function before 10 and even that is pushing it) and then I have to revise my bibliography by tomorrow afternoon and I'm HOME FREE. At least for a month...than I jump into Winter Quarter but C'est La Vie...

So more. Later. When I'm not thinking of the Spiral of Silence and how Johnny will cope with his alcoholism if only he uses the Dramatistic Pentad.

Ok, I swear I'm here.

Life gets a little crazy so I sort of forget to post as often as I want. There are days things will happen, and I'll think to myself 'remember to blog about that'...but then the day gets away from me. So as of late:

*Jimmie won the championship. Thrilled...or not. NASCAR needs to start shaking things up or they're going to lose my undying love and loyalty. Time to re-coop and wait for Daytona again. Now, I'll just sit and twiddle my thumbs.

*Speaking of sports, we lost our last home game to WVU. Only by 5 points so it could have been worse but on your senior night of marching band...you hope for the big win. And it was senior night, so I played my final notes in Nippert Stadium and they even said my name right. I didn't cry though. I got a little teary-eyed during dismissal:

But I got over it rather quickly. I've always embraced change more than I've mourned it. I didn't cry my senior night of high school band and I certainly didn't cry at graduation. I more than likely rub my hands together and say, "Bring on the next big thing." We have our concert on Tuesday night and some type of bowl game to contend with over Christmas Break and our Spring football game come April...so it's never really over for me. But the usual Saturday game day shenanigans are done. I am very ok with this. My heart knows it's time to gear up for the next stage in my life: adulthood. I have a year of education classes and student teaching left. I will be moving out of the UC neighborhood next year. I'll probably get something that resembles a real job. So, this is just one more step.

*My Mom and Mike were down this weekend for Senior Night. On a top 10 list of my favorite people, they easily are at the top. Everyone always comments on how my Mooze and I are exactly alike and I couldn't take a higher compliment. My mom is beautiful, so funny, strong...if anyone sees her traits in me, I can only be flattered. They spent the weekend hanging out with my friends, making me laugh, and spending money on me. What more could I ask for? Even the dog came down and had a good time.

*I have 7 papers due in the next 3 weeks. Then, exams. Kill me now. Please. Curse my english major existence. I'm having a really difficult time concentrating this quarter (this has been an on-going problem for awhile and the doctor thought it had to do with my lack of sleep but nothing has been really done about this. Another thought it was ADHD. I don't think so, I can FORCE myself to concentrate but it's very difficult to do. I'm just not as motivated as I used to be.

*There's this guy...makes me smile. I don't know how much to put on here, I haven't been comfortable talking about my personal personal life as of late...so I'll just leave you with this.

So here I am with lots of crap to talk about

So much to say. What a crazy series of events for sure. It will probably be a lot of details about parties, beer, and band so please bare with me.

Thursday night was the opening festivities for Halloween weekend. The roommates gathered all the ingredients (which happened to include 2 handles of Everclear which is illegal in Ohio so I had to drive to Kentucky to buy it) and I managed to almost cut my finger off. Now, I take full responsibility for this because I was being a little bit childish and playing with knives. I'm 21, you'd think I'd know that only bad things happen when you screw around with sharp objects, but I clearly had not learned my lesson as a child. I've always wanted to stab a melon. I have no idea why, perhaps its the sado-masochistic side of me, but I've always wanted to plunge a sharp knife dagger-style into a melon. Well, we had a melon, we had a sharp knife, how could I resist? So I did and was damn proud of it. I hoisted the melon on a knife above my head with a loud war cry and marched around like it was a head on a stick. About this point, I realized that perhaps running around with a knife plunged into a melon might not be the safest idea, particularly since the knife was long enough to be sticking out the other side. I decided to stop fooling around and turned the knife upside down with my hand underneathe it to catch the melon. The melon did not budge, instead, the weight of it pulled the knife tip INTO MY EFFING FINGERTIP. I didn't scream at first, I just sort of looked at it in horror because you know, I could feel it scraping my bone. I pulled it out and just sort of stared at the gaping wound that a few seconds later was bleeding heavily. That's when I started screaming and cursing whilst hopping around my kitchen. (The best part is, Robbie and Matt were in the other room playing Guitar Hero 3 but instead of coming to see why I'm screaming bloody murder, they had to finish that song!) I wasted a lot of words on the fact that I cut my finger, so I'll get to the point. I was too stubborn for stitches so I've been butterfly-bandaging it and there will most definitely be a scar. The bleeding stopped on Saturday thank goodness.

ANYWAYS.

Friday was spent skipping class (sheepish grin) to clean up the apartment and get it ready for the party. There was furniture to move, CDs to burn, Hairy Buffalo to taste (multiple times to make sure it's just right) and costumes to put on. Pictures to come. The party was incredibly collegiate with lots of drunken slutty costumes, people throwing up off the balcony, and tightly packed dancing people in my living room. It was quite entertaining, and I loved running around being a part of the chaos. Thankfully, our apartment was not damaged and clean-up was relatively easy despite the fact we served red punch with pieces of fruit in it.

A majority of Saturday was spent sleeping in and watching the Bearcats beat USF in a game we were NOT supposed to win. Somehow, when the game that's on TV effects you personally, you get antsy and irate. Of course the marching band is concerned with what bowl game we get to go to during Christmas Break. Bowl game possibilities for the Big East Conference are:

International(MAC No. 3 vs. Big East No. 4)- This bowl game is in Toronto, Canada and we happened to go last year versus Western Michigan and had an AMAZING time but something about going back doesn't sit right. If I get to travel for free, I want to spend time somewhere new. I wouldn't be utterly sad to go back, however. Toronto is a sweet city.

Meineke Car Care(Big East No. 3/Navy vs. ACC No. 5/6/7) - This is in Charlotte, NC. I was there back in May for the Coca-Cola 600 (not really Charlotte, but close enough) and wouldn't mind heading back into the heart of NASCAR country but again, how about someplace I've never been? As it stands this week, we are third in the Big East conference so this is our predicted slate for the time being.

Brut Sun(Pac-10 No. 3 vs. Big 12/Notre Dame/Big East) - This one takes us to El Paso, TX which 1. Would mean flying instead of driving in buses and 2. Warm weather. Ironically enough, we were in Texas 4 years ago for the Fort Worth bowl and the temperature dropped to 13 degrees at the bowl game and since it was Texas, NONE OF US packed appropriately. Wouldn't want a repeat, but could be a cool trip.

Papajohns.com(C-USA vs. Big East No. 5) -Birmingham, Alabama. Potentially another warm(er) bowl game than anything north of Kentucky and a state I haven't frequented very often. Probably driving however, and after the 12 hour trip to Toronto, I'd rather fly.

So that's it for boring football you don't care about. :-)

We started basketball season a few days ago so I played at the game last night and then our house went to P&P. I dressed like a little girl, I was feeling young with little pigtails on top of my head. Lots of cheap beer and a restless night of sleep later...here I am. I have to go to work today for a few hours, write some papers and do some Theta stuff.

This post is happy, I've been tormented about what to do with my life and I'm nervous about making the wrong decision, but that is a post for another time.

I'm back in black

What's up whole two or three people who read this blog? I'm back.

Band camp this year reminded me that I'm finally reaching my prime with this activity and need to retire. This will be the last year no matter what drum major tries to convince me otherwise.

I did get a nice tan however. And met a lot of really cool rookies who will be good friends, I can tell. The downside is how overworked I feel. Today, I dressed up a bit just because it felt so good to not look like a sweating band kid. It was BALLS HOT the entire week and I'm surprised I didn't shrivel up from loss of fluids.

We had our first football game last night against South Eastern Missouri and royally kicked their ass, 59-3. The weather was also very football-like getting me excited for my favorite season. I love the sports, the leaves, the holidays, the parties, the college fall atmosphere. Even though spring claims "new beginnings", I think for a college kid, its all about autumn. It's a new chance at school, a new chance for the football team to have a winning season, a new chance to make more friends, a new chance to find as many different themes for parties as humanly possible. We haven't seen each other all summer, so we're not tired of each other yet, we haven't had a remotely intelligent thought so MAYBE we'll go to class after all.

I'm also ready for my last year in band and Theta. I know I'll appreciate it more since I'll be gone next year.

Let the games begin!