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.

Happy Frickin New Year!

So it's 2008 eh? That's what they tell me. I won't believe them until I have to date all my homework assignments and write some checks.

So far so good with all that are the Resolutions...it is only day two, however. :-)

I updated my planner and finance stuff for January and feel fairly confident I did a good job. I didn't eat after 8 PM last night and had a fairly good dinner that Amanda and Kristen made. I took a bath. This morning, I actually had a waffle with peanut butter for breakfast. I am muy impressed with myself! The fact that I even had breakfast is a flippin' miracle.

I also decided to force myself to post more substantial blog posts...when I was doing my recap, I looked at the posts for the past few months and they were severely lacking of any content that will someday remind me what the hell I was doing.

New Years party was WONDERFUL. We had 13 dozen jello shots of various flavors and they were gone in a period of about an hour. No major incidents, had too much fun drinking flavored beer from champagne flutes and enjoyed the festivities all around.

The roomates: Amanda, Becca, Anna, me, Kristen

Me and my baby sister

General Mayhem

He rocks my world.

So good times were had by all. :-) Now, it's back to work and getting ready for school to start on Monday. Where did this break GO??

Side note: I saw Sweeney Todd the other night...now, I am one of those people who knew the music and the story from my long years of adoring musicals. If you love musicals, you love Sondheim and by default, know Sweeney Todd. I thought I was prepared for what I would see, I've seen clips with Angela Lansbury and some other people playing Mrs. Lovett, was fairly familiar with the music...but was NOT prepared for the sheer brilliance on screen. Talk about stunning. The graphics, the music, JOHNNY DEPP, the acting, JOHNNY DEPP, and oh, did I mention JOHNNY DEPP? Because he was incredible. As was Helena Bonham Carter. Who is slowly becoming my favorite actress the more I see her. Thank you Tim Burton for being brilliant.

New Year's Wrap-up so to speak...

Now that I'm back in Cincinnati from all the "Bowling" and Family festivities, I can sit down and write my end of the year post. I used to be very good about writing end of the semester posts so I'd do a wrap-up every few months, but alas and lackaday, I am in a blogging funk the last few months after leaving Xanga. But, the mood hath struck me to write my 2007 post a few days before the New Year because when you have the itch, you scratch it...and I may not itch again. I enjoy these posts because I get to read back on all the old posts from the past year and remember good stories...:-)


Quick update before I begin: Ftown was wonderful, I made out like a bandit on Christmas, opened presents with The Boy last night and was quite pleased, my sister is coming down this weekend, we're having our annual New Years Par-tay, and then I spend next week concentrating on getting organized for school.

New Years Resolutions you ask? -Be more financially responsible -Be more health conscious
-Learn to control my anxiety
General enough to hopefully not screw-up too badly and enough room to be creative.


SO. How was 2007? Up's and down's per usual. Overall I rate the year as fairly successful in most avenues of my life.

Here is the month play-by-play with my favorite blog quotes...


January- I opened 2007 at my apartment with a small New Years Party of close friends. We ate a massive amount of jello shots and I ended up throwing up all over my nice shoes at the bar across the street. A few days later, the marching band went to the International Bowl in Toronto, Canada which was probably one of my favorite trips of all time. I had two of the best littles from the sorority and fraternity I could have asked for: Rachel and Max. It was a difficult month schoolwork-wise and I spent a majority of it doing massive projects and papers. A close friend of the band's died from breast cancer and we all mourned her passing.

"Life is TOO short. It's too short for holding grudges. It's too short for not telling your friends and family how you feel about them. Too short to complain, to not work as hard as you can, to not be successful. I know this weekend will be emotional on multiple levels as I laugh, cry, and try not to break down on the rollercoaster ride of it all, but I can't help wondering if these emotions make us feel alive? That we can find life and purpose in the passing of another. We could be inspired to live as hard as we can in case our time is cut short as Julie's was. "

February- The beginning of February was a complete disaster. My best friend and I came to a crossing I had dreaded for some time, knowing that when one or the other entered a real relationship, our reality we created for ourselves would crumble. And, as only Nate and I could do, we handled the fall-out as ungracefully, unprofessionally, and really as poorly as humanly possible. And that was that. I spent this month trying to embrace the pain of the situation and just thanking God that I knew how to feel. And, the release of emotional pain and stress from the prior month landed me in the hospital. I thought I was having a heart attack and Anna took me to the ER where I spent 6 hours to learn I had Cardiac Neurosis which is a type of panic Disorder that causes you to feel as if you are having a heart attack. Enter: Meds and more psych help which I was used to at this point. These two huge events would have probably succeeded in knocking me down but thanks to such events as sledding on cardboard boxes, the winter dance with Crunch, and the Daytona 500, I survived this bleak month.

"It was horrible and wonderful and everything in between while it lasted...but we shake and bake no more..."


March- The month of possibilities for sure. Old friends from High School were on tour with their collegiate men's chorus and they came through Cincinnati. This night made Top 10 Craziest Nights list...my 21st birthday was also this month. It was everything I hoped it to be and enjoyed pretty much every minute of this month. Started "seeing" my old friend from high school which blew my mind. He was my Puerto Rican savior, teaching me that I COULD move on from the old that still haunted me. I even got my nose pierced which was a totally freeing experience for me.

"...instant grits. It's like God opened up the sky and sayeth, "And I shall create instant grits for those so un-blacketh they can not make them themselves...and they shall pour water into a bowl and create grits for all." And it was good.


April- It was a chill month thank goodness...I celebrated Easter with Sarah's family, decided to buy some ferrets, bought my first car: Stormtrooper. It was a good, relaxing month. I love the beginning of spring, it promises new things. :-)

"Spring Football Game: We won. And we lost. How paradoxical."


May- After the chill month of April, May was ushered in chaotically. My mentor and favorite teacher from high school had a brain aneurysm. So, I immediately took off for Toledo and then Cleveland, OH driving 600 miles in one weekend to see him in case...well, just in case. And as PSR always does, he surprised us all by making a full recovery. But, at the time, things were all up in the air. But I went and told him how much I loved him and held his hand. It was one of the harder things to witness in my life. On a sorority note, after much debating and concern, I decided to run for President and won. I had such shoes to fill and it seemed like such a huge under-taking...I was pretty nervous. I surprised my Mom for Mother's Day/her birthday by calling her from outside my Grandparents house to wish her a good day from Cincinnati...hehe. She almost peed herself when I walked into the door a few minutes later. It was awesome! I also went to my first NASCAR race with my step-dad. We drove down to Charlotte, NC for the Coca-Cola 600 and it was the best weekend of my life.

"I'm pissed at myself for not writing more life-changing and cataclysmic-ly deep posts like Brooke. Maybe nothing life-changing has happened lately and those lack of experiences has numbed my writing a bit...not that I'm not thankful for the calm and simple things in life. I spent the better part of my first half of college (I'm half-way WHAA?) in total and complete chaos and there seems to be nothing wrong with a little calm seas now and again. I did simple things and enjoyed them this weekend...so that's ok.


June- Saw PSR for the first time since the hospital. He was alive. That was all I could think about as I hugged him because to be honest, I didn't think I would ever hug him again. So there were lots of tears. But it was good. My 3rd year of school was over and I was ready for the summer. I went to Las Vegas with my best friend and her partner...who was cheating on her. Of course this all came to light in the middle of the trip and it made for one of the most awkward situations ever. But even in light of this, LOVED the trip. Wouldn't want to live there, but it was pretty sweet.
"I've fallen into this rut of work, nap, dinner, tv, bed, work, nap...etc. I sleep and eat. And "work". I feel bored because I have nothing worth working towards, even my knitting has fallen to the wayside because those damn socks are frusterating beyond all sense of reason. I like the peace, but I get bored so easily. "

July- Two words to sum up the ENTIRE month: Harry. Potter.
"I'm 21 years old and can't bare to part with a story that has been my friend through every rough patch I can remember. I will sit up and read the book through the night with my friends by my side and Lord knows, I will cry when it's over. "

August- Elary August our air conditioner broke for a week. It literally felt like hell on Earth. I have never been so hot in my entire life. Band Camp starts for the LAST year of marching band for me. Switched from my old Xanga to a new blog on this here site. Started a job at the new Bdubs on campus as a bartender which I promtly quit after I realized what a catastrophic mess the restaurant would be...and I was right. We still drive 20 minutes away to go get wings because the one on campus is so slow and ardous to eat at. Becca and Kristen moved into the house as Mike and Evan moved out. The Latin Rockstar and I called it quits...long-distance dating is a pain in the ass but we're thankfully still friends.

And after that...busy and lack of posting has lead me to sum it up quite easily for the rest of the year:
School started.
Band killed me.
Theta wore on me but I'm still standing.
Spent copious amounts of time getting over my fear of commitment.
Finally committed. :-)
Loving the commitment.
READY to move on with my life.


My quote for 2007 courtesy of me blawg:


"Life IS good. I've seen so much drama in my life that I could write a lifetime movie and you know what? All those dramatic moments were actually exciting! I've been to Disney World, held a baby tiger, studied theater, danced in a fountain, been to Broadway, made music, and fed a manatee with a hose. I've made enemies, best friends, and acquaintances. I've had a one night stand, hiked 6 miles to see a waterfall, fell in love and back out again, and rode to prom on a fire truck. My mom is my best friend. I knit and cook. I fall in love with books and people. I have danced in my underwear. I've played jazz. I met crazy Croatians in Canada. I've been sledding on cookie sheets and cardboard. I've kissed a stranger. I've stayed up all night to read Harry Potter. Even the absolute WORST parts of my life have been a story to tell and an experience to share. They've made my life ridiculously exciting and I'm only 20 years old!"

I'm not feeling this blog...

So I may set up another one at another host...we shall see. I need some blog motivation, anyone got any for me? A new template perhaps?

Christmas was dysfunctional family time + booze + good presents (I made out like a BANDIT) and lots o' Elyse getting fatt. With two "t's". One "t" is not enough.

So New Years Resolutions are as follows:

• Lose weight (as we ALL want to do)
• Manage finances a WEE bit better (I'm poor)
• Don't go crazy from the band sorority.

Merry Christmas ya'll.

Bullet Update

Ok. So some updates...

• For all my crazies these past few weeks, I made the Dean's List. So the hard work and mental instability paid off.


• Tuba Initiation was cold but a lot of fun. It is customary for the Tuba's to create a very inappropriate name for you and because of my love for Ohio State Football despite my attendence at the University of Cincinnati, my name was "Cuntolumbus Fuckeye". My mom was so proud. :-)

• All Christmas presents are purchased, wrapped, and accounted for. Should be ready for the holidays...I hope. I always feel I forget something.
• The Boy has been good to me. :-)
• I head to Alabama on the 20th for the Papa Johns Dot Com Bowl game in Birmingham. We come back the wee hours of the 23rd and I will come here, take a nap, and directly jump in the car and drive to Northwest Ohio for Christmas. I am currently preparing two separate suitcases for a ten-day time span where anything could happen to throw a wrench in the travel plans. I hate packing so packing for TWO consecutive trips is a pain in my ass.
• I've been enjoying break as much as humanly possible...it's been glorious. :-)

Excuses, Excuses...

I am a world-class weenie when it comes to letting people stick needles into me. My subconscious mind firmly believes that if God had wanted us to have direct access to our bloodstreams, He would have equipped our skin with small, clearly marked doors.
— Dave Barry

More excuses for not posting: Fainting from a TB test, celebrating Christmas Break with good friends, being tired from said celebrating, enjoying time with The Boy.

So I might be a Trypanophobic...I'm getting sort of tired of fainting when a needle gets NEAR me...this is what internet research and your mother will do to you.

I can add this to
Claustrophobia
Cardiac Neurosis (Severe anxiety attacks)
Clinical Depression

So I'm seeing the Doc when I go home to see what he says. If he puts a needle anywhere near me to prove any points, I will punch him in the groin.

You Get What You Give

My hamster died...I've been sick all weekend...and lazy.

I'm running out of good excuses not to post on here. I just haven't been motivated too. But I still read my favorite blogs like they're goin' out of style.

I'll be back. I'm sitting at work all day, perhaps that will incite me to write.

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.

Bad Luck

The amount of bad things that pile up some WEEKS is incredible...I'm sort of at the breaking point this morning. I finished a project last night that was due at 9:00 this morning and now have 4 more papers to go before Saturday at 5:00 PM. I had a ridiculous flat tire Sunday night in the rain and when the spare got put on, it was ALSO flat...I had to borrow Rob's spare from his Chevy Cav thank GOD we drive the same car. And today...well, today I feel I am unable to do anything or please anyone. It's a bad feeling to have when you have so much to do. Makes you want to give up and just not do anything. I stopped trying to be everything to everyone and it still does not seem to help.

My road of good intentions
Led where such roads always lead
No good deed
Goes unpunished!

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.

Drunk.

I don't know how to save the world.

I don't know how to fall in love with love again.

I don't know what the best decisions might be.

I don't know how to let my baggage go.

I don't know how to be myself.

I don't know how to be there for you (plural).

I don't know how to feel comfortable in my own skin.

Just so...meh.

Haven't posted much because sometimes life is like a run away train that doesn't slow down for ANYTHING and you just hang on for dear life. I'm ok but everything around me just seems strange, like I'm looking at distorted pictures of my friends' faces through a glass of water...

It's one of those times in my life that I've been spending more time reading my favorite blogs because in my mixed-up crazy world, their lives make me feel sane and that life is good. And thanks, Amy for your venting offer. It will be used. :-)

What planets are aligned because you all are starting to freak me out.

I'm staying up late downloading music because I need to clear my head with other words.

Some days I feel better watching everyone else live out their lives rather than participate myself. Some days being a wallflower isn't so bad...but other days, I can't escape. I'm immersed in my people and so involved. It's just...surreal.

Song Lyrics to Describe the Mood

I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world,
but its feeling just like every other morning before,
Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,
the cars are moving like a half a mile an hour and I
and I started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye
can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?

I think it turned ten o'clock but I don't really know
then I can't remember caring for an hour or so
started crying and I couldn't stop myself
I started running but there's no where to run to
I sat down on the street, took a look at myself
said where you going man you know the world is headed for hell
say all goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to

But I believe the world is burning to the ground
oh well I guess we're gonna find out
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come
Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end
oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend,
let's see how far we've come
let's see how far we've come

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.

Yikes.

This freaked me the hell out. I saw it both ways equal amounts of time...I would literally stare at it for a few minutes and was totally sure of its clockwise status and then as I looked over at the list of what this meant for my brain, out of the corner of my eye it would change. So, I'd stare at it in the new direction and this went on for about 20 minutes. I was so frusterated, I thought it was switching on purpose. Weird....

Mother Nature Herself Can Kiss my Ass

Last night at midnight the severe weather started which is rare for Cincinnati and then around 12:30, the tornado warning went off. We live a few miles from the downtown siren so it was fairly boisterous as was the radio station I was listening to. But, did I flee? No. Did I cower in my bathroom in fear? Negative. I was on a MISSION. I was writing my midterm paper that was due 10 hours later. And by god, nothing mother nature could throw my way would thwart me. So during the severest thunderstorm I've ever seen here, I continued to sit in front of my window, in front of my computer and continued to hit "save" every five minutes praying to the computer gods that we wouldn't lose power. Stupid? Probably. But it's DONE BITCHES.

I'm heading back north to see my family for the weekend. Much homework and hugging to be accomplished. I'll be back Sunday. Peace out.

Vote SC for 2008!

Two of my favorite, "must-see" shows are The Daily Show and The Colbert Report on Comedy Central. My jury was still out on who I was going to back in the 2008 elections until Stephen Colbert announced his candidacy on this show last night. Stephen Colbert for President!

On a sadder note, after months of searching for someone to adopt my ferrets, I finally found someone. But, that means I have to actually part with the little guys. I am a college student that can barely take care of herself let alone two mischievious pets. I love them with all my heart, but they need a better home that gives them the attention they need. So I'll say bye to them...*sigh

Weekend Thoughts

So the weekend was fairly busy yet uneventful at the same time. Friday night was some annual "band" shenanigans that involve us "not" playing for frats and "not" getting a crap-ton of beverages in exchange. So we didn't do that. Because that would be wrong and against the rules. Just sayin'.

Saturday was our homecoming against Louisville, our biggest rivals and the team which we hate most because we haven't beaten them in years. And of course, it didn't matter that we had an 8 home game winning streak, and that we were ranked #15 in the country at the time...we still lost because we played like crap. So did they, for the record, they just played a little less crappy than we did and we lost 28-24. And, of course their fans are just gems. One of them tried to cut through the band while we were in parade formation (and you do NOT do that to the UC band...we actually have this written down in our rules as the first and last rule.) and when we tried to stop him, he jacked a flute in the face with this elbow. So much for congenial relations. We were pissed at that point but being in uniform, no riots were started. We at least played a good show and enjoyed the cool weather though it was a long 12-hour day for us band kids.

Sunday, we had some sorority/frat stuff in the morning and then the rest of the day was spent getting nothing important accomplished because Sundays automatically = lazy days for me. Particularly after an intense day of band/football the day before. I didn't even go out Saturday night, I came home and collapsed.

My iTunes is somehow playing my mood..."You Woke the Morning" by Mat Kearney and "Champagne Supernova" by Oasis just played in succession. Rock.

I am really having a difficult time with finishing my major. I know I want to teach eventually, but I'm not a big fan of the education program here and as much as I love UC, it's starting to burn me out a bit. I've got one more year (in theory) to go after this one, and I can't say I'm entirely sure I want to spend it here. But being on a quarter school could make transfering long and painful so perhaps I just need to suck it up? Regardless, something in my life has to change because I am ridiculously restless and unmotivated to achieve anything good right now. Going to class is REALLY. HARD. LATELY. I have to practically bargain with myself using Chipotle burritos to get out of bed in the morning. This week I have a lab, a paper and a quiz so the repercussions of those are sort of forcing me to go, but I hate to use negative reinforcement to make myself want to go to class. Sometimes, I miss attendence-taking.

Enough procrastinating, I MUST go to class now.

I used to always blog my favorite postsecret from the week and I decided to start doing that again. I usually pick ones that either I can relate to in some way, that are incredibly touching, or that are incredibly funny. You can decide. :-)

Bloggers Block

I'm having bloggers block.

Sometimes exciting things just don't happen that anyone really cares to hear about. Or, sometimes things happen that are so messed up you just don't want to share them with the online community. Sometimes a bit o' both.

So on to boring things like the weather and my cold.
The weather is fall and chilly. Yea. My cold is still here though I'm able to function. Boo.

My roommate's boyfriend makes the BEST CHICKEN ENCHILADA'S ON THE PLANET. I ate one for breakfast. That's how good.

This is a horrible post. Please disregard.

Rockin' Girl Blogger

So Amy gave me the "Rockin' Girl Blogger" award today and I can't help but say I'm flattered...I feel completely ridiculous giving this to some of the girl blogger's I admire because they probably already know how amazing they are, but part of the award mandates I have to reciprocate and name 5 of my own.

1. Miss Zoot: Sort of a blogger role model, I started reading her blog about a year ago and she's just inspiring. Whether it's dealing with pregnancy issues or boob sweat, her words have been inspiration on a sad, rainy day for me. You can't help but fall in love with her family and her!! Perhaps my favorite blogger of the times.

2. RC: Writes for The Racechicks blog which is basically a site by girls about NASCAR. Her writing is insightful and funny and always a good place to sit back and shoot the shit about racing.

3. The Thinker: I wish I had been this cool in high school. She writes about dealing with her parents, searching for a college and just trying to find herself, but she writes on a level most adults would die to reach. Her life commentary is full of things I wish I had thought of at that age. She is just incredibly cool.

4. Susan: Just started reading her site in the past month or so. There are some bloggers who just capture your attention with their words, and Susan is one of them. She's down-to-earth but witty and it shows through her posts. I am looking forward to reading her more!

5. Rockstarmommy: Her tell-it-like-it-is attitude makes for hilarious reading but reminds me how real people can be. Her stories about her kids, husband, and life in general always have me laughing.

You guys rock! Thanks for inspiring me!!

On to other things...

Yesterday was a blogging milestone for me...I had FIVE comments on my post! Yea!! This would be the most comments on this site to date. Doesn't seem like a big deal in some blogging circles, but man, I am pumped!

In real life...I saw my best friend off today at the airport. She is moving to Arizona to be with her mom for a few months and while I know she'll be back, it didn't make saying goodbye any easier. She was my first real friend in college and letting go of that is hard. I know it's for the best and I'll be hopefully flying out to see her in December. We had to get up at 5:30 this morning to leave (karma bitch-smacked me today...I wrote a comment on someone's blog talking about how I never see 5 AM from the morning side because of college...go figure.) but I'm glad I got to see her off.

Then, I ended up in the Doctor's office at 8:30 to check out this sore throat. It's not strep as of this moment, but they're going to culture my throat cells to make sure it won't become strep. I missed class and now will be missing band this evening to try and rest. I'm such a baby when it comes to being sick, most of the time I just ask people to take me out back and shoot me. I'd rather be put out of my misery than live through this sore throat and headache. Woe is me.

Time for Nap #3 for the day.