I found this one someone's profile. Someone who I've met online, read thier livejournal, but never really chat with anymore. I keep meaning to... There's just something holding me back.
Now's the time to listen to this:
Risks
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams, before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure. B
ut risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing and is nothing.
They say they avoid suffering and sorrow, but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live... Chained by their attitudes, they are slaves.
They have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
-Anonymous
Man, I gotta go find out who said that... tell them they're a freakin' genius!!!
I know some of you out there are nodding and saying, "Yes, Rowan, I told you so..." *Cough* Luan!! *Cough*
Can I live these words?...
I would say only time will tell, but it won't. Only I can.
*Gulp*
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Monday, November 29, 2004
It's that time of year...
...When the world falls in love
every song you hear seems to say
Merry Christmas, may your new year dreams come true...
Man, I was a little reluctant to leave my home after Thanksgiving break. But like it or not, I'm back in B'ham in my little dorm... I would say cozy, but the window was open for a while and it's still rather cold... Anyway, what I'll miss around this time of year is my dad constantly playing Christmas Carols. And I mean constantly. And not just the ones you'll hear nonstop when you tune into Warm 106.9. He tends to be a worldly guy. So we'll hear gregorian and medival chants that are can range up to over 500 years old, or perhaps so George Winston on his piano, and even some vintage Doris Day. And he loves Irish Christmas music; particularly by one group we see in concert every year.
I was so used to this all my life, that I was surprised in that in high school my friends didn't even know the tune "O Little Town of Bethlehem." In fact I was really disappointed in elementary school, even, when we were forced to sing "Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer" and "Up on the Housetop" instead of classics such as "Angels We Have Heard On High" or "The Carol of the Bells." (Had I known the religious connotation with those songs at the time, I might've seen why they weren't used for a public school at that age level)
These are the only songs I'll actually sit at a piano to play. I'm hardly worthy of being heard at all at my skill level, but my mom bought a whole bunch of easy piano Christmas Song books one year, so some of them aren't that hard to learn. I usually just play the melody. There's a couple that I know the right and left hands for. I can count them on my right hand. "O Holy Night" is one of them. It's my favorite Christmas carol of all time. It's melody is just wonderful. It's the only song I've ever extensively worked on in my life. It's the only that I can almost say I can play. It's the song that I've worked the longest on. I'm still working on it after... say... 7 years? Wow... I'm still pretty bad at it, but it's much better than what I started out with. If I get time to practice it some more, and if you're VERY VERY VERY lucky, I just might play it for you. But don't get your hopes up.
I also am gonna miss watching movies with my family for a bit. We have a tradition each year of watching nearly all of our Christmas movies one night at a time during the season. I like to kick it off with my favorite one, The Santa Clause. I got my way this year. But now I have to go two weeks without a single one... hmm.
I will say that after a while I did want to get out of the house. Time and again it has been proven to me that I can't stay in the house more than 2 days with my family before something starts to snap. It usually happens with three youngest sibs. It happened again. I wonder how I'll survive the whole winter break with them... all you people who I consider friends, prepare to get bombarded with desperate self-invitations from me!
Other than that, I had a rather fun weekend. I mostly hung around the house on Wednesday, went to the store to get some Thanksgiving ingredients, and talked with friends on the phone and online.
Thanksgiving--food. And the parade in the morning. And food. And tryptophan. (Thank you Mary and Kirsten) And sleepiness. And a Seinfeld special. And food.
Friday I got to hang out with Sarah; I had not seen her in 3 months! We saw the Spongebob movie. Not bad, some of it could've been better, but it had its moments. We went back to my house, watched some TV, talked in my room, and ate Thanksgiving left overs while having discussions with my family at the dinner table. I'm glad for that day.
The next day the fam and I saw the Incredibles. Not bad, not bad at all. I thought it was pretty good, although I will say I didn't laugh THAT much. Finding Nemo still tops it. But it wasn't bad. So then we picked out our Christmas trees. Yes, trees. We get two every year. We didn't bring them home, but we reserved them. The rest of the day was spent frittering away, until dinner time and movie time.
Next day, rejoiced that this would be the last day for two weeks that I'd have to put up with my sibs. Dreaded that I'd be coming back to Dead week, and would have to start studying for the finals next week. Furthermore I register for classes this Wednesday... ACK!!! But hopefully this time will pass without too much discomfort, and I'll come back to my house with a little more spirit, and perhaps a better tolerence for my siblings.
In the meantime, I'll find some Christmas carols to jam to. *Cue Carol of the Bells*
every song you hear seems to say
Merry Christmas, may your new year dreams come true...
Man, I was a little reluctant to leave my home after Thanksgiving break. But like it or not, I'm back in B'ham in my little dorm... I would say cozy, but the window was open for a while and it's still rather cold... Anyway, what I'll miss around this time of year is my dad constantly playing Christmas Carols. And I mean constantly. And not just the ones you'll hear nonstop when you tune into Warm 106.9. He tends to be a worldly guy. So we'll hear gregorian and medival chants that are can range up to over 500 years old, or perhaps so George Winston on his piano, and even some vintage Doris Day. And he loves Irish Christmas music; particularly by one group we see in concert every year.
I was so used to this all my life, that I was surprised in that in high school my friends didn't even know the tune "O Little Town of Bethlehem." In fact I was really disappointed in elementary school, even, when we were forced to sing "Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer" and "Up on the Housetop" instead of classics such as "Angels We Have Heard On High" or "The Carol of the Bells." (Had I known the religious connotation with those songs at the time, I might've seen why they weren't used for a public school at that age level)
These are the only songs I'll actually sit at a piano to play. I'm hardly worthy of being heard at all at my skill level, but my mom bought a whole bunch of easy piano Christmas Song books one year, so some of them aren't that hard to learn. I usually just play the melody. There's a couple that I know the right and left hands for. I can count them on my right hand. "O Holy Night" is one of them. It's my favorite Christmas carol of all time. It's melody is just wonderful. It's the only song I've ever extensively worked on in my life. It's the only that I can almost say I can play. It's the song that I've worked the longest on. I'm still working on it after... say... 7 years? Wow... I'm still pretty bad at it, but it's much better than what I started out with. If I get time to practice it some more, and if you're VERY VERY VERY lucky, I just might play it for you. But don't get your hopes up.
I also am gonna miss watching movies with my family for a bit. We have a tradition each year of watching nearly all of our Christmas movies one night at a time during the season. I like to kick it off with my favorite one, The Santa Clause. I got my way this year. But now I have to go two weeks without a single one... hmm.
I will say that after a while I did want to get out of the house. Time and again it has been proven to me that I can't stay in the house more than 2 days with my family before something starts to snap. It usually happens with three youngest sibs. It happened again. I wonder how I'll survive the whole winter break with them... all you people who I consider friends, prepare to get bombarded with desperate self-invitations from me!
Other than that, I had a rather fun weekend. I mostly hung around the house on Wednesday, went to the store to get some Thanksgiving ingredients, and talked with friends on the phone and online.
Thanksgiving--food. And the parade in the morning. And food. And tryptophan. (Thank you Mary and Kirsten) And sleepiness. And a Seinfeld special. And food.
Friday I got to hang out with Sarah; I had not seen her in 3 months! We saw the Spongebob movie. Not bad, some of it could've been better, but it had its moments. We went back to my house, watched some TV, talked in my room, and ate Thanksgiving left overs while having discussions with my family at the dinner table. I'm glad for that day.
The next day the fam and I saw the Incredibles. Not bad, not bad at all. I thought it was pretty good, although I will say I didn't laugh THAT much. Finding Nemo still tops it. But it wasn't bad. So then we picked out our Christmas trees. Yes, trees. We get two every year. We didn't bring them home, but we reserved them. The rest of the day was spent frittering away, until dinner time and movie time.
Next day, rejoiced that this would be the last day for two weeks that I'd have to put up with my sibs. Dreaded that I'd be coming back to Dead week, and would have to start studying for the finals next week. Furthermore I register for classes this Wednesday... ACK!!! But hopefully this time will pass without too much discomfort, and I'll come back to my house with a little more spirit, and perhaps a better tolerence for my siblings.
In the meantime, I'll find some Christmas carols to jam to. *Cue Carol of the Bells*
Friday, November 26, 2004
Music of the Night
Well, Thanksgiving has come and gone.
I'm stuffed with turkey, and have felt the effects of that one amino acid that makes you drowsy.. crap, I've seen that comericial, what's it called again?! Oh well...
So now it's 1 AM and I'm on my laptop browsing my music library to find songs that fit me right now. Why's I got to pick a sad one?
"...and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet, and it's your face I'm a-looking for on every street..."
Dire Straits. "On Every Street." It's one of my songs for my sadder moods.
But why should I be sad? This is the time of year, of all times of the year, to be thankful for what I've got. Let me say it now: I've got so much it's nearly sickening. I'm grateful for all of that.
Man, I've got such a rebelious heart. "No no NO!!" it protests. Let's try to soothe it... let's see... *browses through library again...*
Okay, got something. This should help. The artist. The lyrics. Even the simple tune.I'm gonna post the whole song up here:
"Love"By John Lennon
Love is real
Real is love
Love is feeling
Feeling love
Love is wanting
To be loved
Love is touch
Touch is love
Love is reaching
Reaching love
Love is asking
To be loved
Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be
Love is free
Free is love
Love is living
Living love
Love is needing
To be loved
The lyrics are so simple. Yet incredibly true. The tune (I regret most ofyou don't know it) is simple, let beautiful enough. And the artist... well, I love the guy.
Yeah, that did help a little bit. I'd better get in a better spirit soon. Because with this holiday now passed, the one we've all been waiting for is now truely around the corner...
Let the new music begin!!!
I'm stuffed with turkey, and have felt the effects of that one amino acid that makes you drowsy.. crap, I've seen that comericial, what's it called again?! Oh well...
So now it's 1 AM and I'm on my laptop browsing my music library to find songs that fit me right now. Why's I got to pick a sad one?
"...and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet, and it's your face I'm a-looking for on every street..."
Dire Straits. "On Every Street." It's one of my songs for my sadder moods.
But why should I be sad? This is the time of year, of all times of the year, to be thankful for what I've got. Let me say it now: I've got so much it's nearly sickening. I'm grateful for all of that.
Man, I've got such a rebelious heart. "No no NO!!" it protests. Let's try to soothe it... let's see... *browses through library again...*
Okay, got something. This should help. The artist. The lyrics. Even the simple tune.I'm gonna post the whole song up here:
"Love"By John Lennon
Love is real
Real is love
Love is feeling
Feeling love
Love is wanting
To be loved
Love is touch
Touch is love
Love is reaching
Reaching love
Love is asking
To be loved
Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be
Love is free
Free is love
Love is living
Living love
Love is needing
To be loved
The lyrics are so simple. Yet incredibly true. The tune (I regret most ofyou don't know it) is simple, let beautiful enough. And the artist... well, I love the guy.
Yeah, that did help a little bit. I'd better get in a better spirit soon. Because with this holiday now passed, the one we've all been waiting for is now truely around the corner...
Let the new music begin!!!
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
I'm 'boust to join Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Sometimes I feel so lonely. Sometimes that beautiful thing I once had in my hands now dangles right in front of me, never to be mine again, and there's nothing I can do to change it. I know having it once more will just make me sick and down once again. But I miss the good that I once got from it. It may have been like sugar, with its good and its disasterous effects... but it was something I was never privileged to have before. Now that I've gotten a taste of it, I miss having it... There are still some feelings that still can't seem to go away, no matter what I'm doing. I hate to seek something or someone out solely for the purpose of making them go away, but... I'm so lost, I don't know what else to do, and I feel so restless and lonely...
I should be grateful for what I've got now. Because what I've got I'm even lucky to have. In the long term, I'm very lucky with what I ever had. It could've been much worse. I'm just one lucky little duck. *Quack*
Argh..... JUST MAKE IT STOP!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!! GIVE ME DRUGS, GIVE ME LABORS, GIVE ME SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!!.....
Okay, so that outcry was just a little bit desperate. Don't worry, I'm not gonna start being a druggie or a drinker or a cutter or anything destructive, because that would be, well... destructive. Not helping the healing at all. Using Coldplay's words, part of the disease, not part of the cure.
I love that line. From Clocks. "Am I part of the cure or am I part of the disease?"
(Did I put that in this blog already? Oh well...)
It's much like the philosophy my dad's been pounding into me ever since I could understand coherent sentances. And I will admit I was reluctant to take it up alot, it's just one of those "parents always say that" things. Lately I've been really open-minded to what my dad has to say. Even though sometimes I feel stupid because I had just been proven wrong. But really, my dad has alot of wisdom to offer. I figure rather than waste time resisting it, why not listen to it and maybe accept it into every day life? Wow, the wonders of getting older...
Sometimes it gets really scary cause I'll find myself wording things exactly like my dad would. Maybe its genes, maybe it's because he's my father and I've been with him my whole life, maybe it's both. Let's go with option C.
Okay, so I got a little off topic. I'll tell you what really helps me. Talking with other people. Who know me. My freinds, basically. And even my siblings can help sometimes. Especially Graham. Of all my sibs, he and I have the closest relationship. I find it unfortunate that the way he acts in front of me and the way he acts in front of other people, say, his peers at school, is rather different... and has caused others to not like him too much, even hate him. And I keep saying, "They just don't understand him..." and honestly, they don't. I know I sound like the protective older sister here. But I know I am. And I will keep being it. I mean, it's pretty much my job as the older sister, dammit! I won't shelter him too much, but I do feel protective. People just don't understand. He's not a bad person... he just has alot to learn about how to act with people. And I must say I'm not a complete expert myself, but I try to tell him... the bad thing is that since I'm the older sister, I take on the bossy role... something that's just a habit for me now. Maybe I should kick it. He's got alot to learn... but I wish some people could be a little bit more open minded and sensitive to people. I'll tell you, it doesn't take too much bad words about my brother to tick me off and want to strangle the speaker of such words. So watch out, ya'll! ;)
Once again, off topic. But... then again, I think I've said all I want to say on that topic. Until they come out with a miracle drug... I'm stuck here dealing with it. Support is requested, but y'all don't have to go out of your way to give it to me. I'm trying, I'm really trying...
So.
Now a tribute:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRSTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =)
I should be grateful for what I've got now. Because what I've got I'm even lucky to have. In the long term, I'm very lucky with what I ever had. It could've been much worse. I'm just one lucky little duck. *Quack*
Argh..... JUST MAKE IT STOP!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!! GIVE ME DRUGS, GIVE ME LABORS, GIVE ME SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!!.....
Okay, so that outcry was just a little bit desperate. Don't worry, I'm not gonna start being a druggie or a drinker or a cutter or anything destructive, because that would be, well... destructive. Not helping the healing at all. Using Coldplay's words, part of the disease, not part of the cure.
I love that line. From Clocks. "Am I part of the cure or am I part of the disease?"
(Did I put that in this blog already? Oh well...)
It's much like the philosophy my dad's been pounding into me ever since I could understand coherent sentances. And I will admit I was reluctant to take it up alot, it's just one of those "parents always say that" things. Lately I've been really open-minded to what my dad has to say. Even though sometimes I feel stupid because I had just been proven wrong. But really, my dad has alot of wisdom to offer. I figure rather than waste time resisting it, why not listen to it and maybe accept it into every day life? Wow, the wonders of getting older...
Sometimes it gets really scary cause I'll find myself wording things exactly like my dad would. Maybe its genes, maybe it's because he's my father and I've been with him my whole life, maybe it's both. Let's go with option C.
Okay, so I got a little off topic. I'll tell you what really helps me. Talking with other people. Who know me. My freinds, basically. And even my siblings can help sometimes. Especially Graham. Of all my sibs, he and I have the closest relationship. I find it unfortunate that the way he acts in front of me and the way he acts in front of other people, say, his peers at school, is rather different... and has caused others to not like him too much, even hate him. And I keep saying, "They just don't understand him..." and honestly, they don't. I know I sound like the protective older sister here. But I know I am. And I will keep being it. I mean, it's pretty much my job as the older sister, dammit! I won't shelter him too much, but I do feel protective. People just don't understand. He's not a bad person... he just has alot to learn about how to act with people. And I must say I'm not a complete expert myself, but I try to tell him... the bad thing is that since I'm the older sister, I take on the bossy role... something that's just a habit for me now. Maybe I should kick it. He's got alot to learn... but I wish some people could be a little bit more open minded and sensitive to people. I'll tell you, it doesn't take too much bad words about my brother to tick me off and want to strangle the speaker of such words. So watch out, ya'll! ;)
Once again, off topic. But... then again, I think I've said all I want to say on that topic. Until they come out with a miracle drug... I'm stuck here dealing with it. Support is requested, but y'all don't have to go out of your way to give it to me. I'm trying, I'm really trying...
So.
Now a tribute:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRSTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =)
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Maxwell's Silver Hammer
Title: A tribute to serial killers.
Subject: Silly times
Disclaimer: Candice often comments on eating people or things when the go missing, or just in general
Setting: I had just asked Candice about her schedule, and she said she's waiting for people to drop classes so she can take them...
kitcat4986: You should threaten those people..
kitcat4986: wait outside of the class...
kitcat4986: then pin one of them to the wall, give them a scary look:
kitcat4986: "DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?!?!?!?"
kitcat4986: ..."Then please drop the class!" *polite smile*
Candice: hahaa
Candice: maaaybe, that would work
Candice: *ponders*
kitcat4986: and if they answer "no" to your question...
kitcat4986: then just kill them!
kitcat4986: Problem solved either way
Candice: or eat them
Candice: haha
kitcat4986: lol
Candice: yup yup
kitcat4986: oh yeah
Candice: once and for all
kitcat4986: wouldn't want all that fresh meat to go to waste
Candice: of course not
Candice: yea know
kitcat4986: you're pretty resourceful!
kitcat4986: See me, I woud've just killed them and left it at that
Candice: yea......i've been told that
Candice: haha
kitcat4986: but eating them...
kitcat4986: that's like recycling!
Candice: kiiiiinda
kitcat4986: (Wow, is this a psycho conversation or what?)
kitcat4986: I can see it now:
Candice: no, i believe it's more like cannibalistic
kitcat4986: Conversation at the Serial Killer Convention
Candice: ooh yea, i can definitely see us there
kitcat4986: Special Guests: Cannibals
Candice: :-D
kitcat4986: hahahahaha...
Now if you'll excuse me, some of the serial killers and I are having a knife-sharpening party... *derranged smile*
Subject: Silly times
Disclaimer: Candice often comments on eating people or things when the go missing, or just in general
Setting: I had just asked Candice about her schedule, and she said she's waiting for people to drop classes so she can take them...
kitcat4986: You should threaten those people..
kitcat4986: wait outside of the class...
kitcat4986: then pin one of them to the wall, give them a scary look:
kitcat4986: "DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?!?!?!?"
kitcat4986: ..."Then please drop the class!" *polite smile*
Candice: hahaa
Candice: maaaybe, that would work
Candice: *ponders*
kitcat4986: and if they answer "no" to your question...
kitcat4986: then just kill them!
kitcat4986: Problem solved either way
Candice: or eat them
Candice: haha
kitcat4986: lol
Candice: yup yup
kitcat4986: oh yeah
Candice: once and for all
kitcat4986: wouldn't want all that fresh meat to go to waste
Candice: of course not
Candice: yea know
kitcat4986: you're pretty resourceful!
kitcat4986: See me, I woud've just killed them and left it at that
Candice: yea......i've been told that
Candice: haha
kitcat4986: but eating them...
kitcat4986: that's like recycling!
Candice: kiiiiinda
kitcat4986: (Wow, is this a psycho conversation or what?)
kitcat4986: I can see it now:
Candice: no, i believe it's more like cannibalistic
kitcat4986: Conversation at the Serial Killer Convention
Candice: ooh yea, i can definitely see us there
kitcat4986: Special Guests: Cannibals
Candice: :-D
kitcat4986: hahahahaha...
Now if you'll excuse me, some of the serial killers and I are having a knife-sharpening party... *derranged smile*
Monday, November 22, 2004
The Weekend!
Yes, the title echoes another time... that time the event was supposed to be happy but I was sad. This time the event was supposed to be happy... And I'm happy!!
In one sentence...
What a kick-ass weekend!
It started on Friday. Well... actually, ever since Monday, I've been in a pretty darn good mood. But back to Friday. That night there was to be a Capture the Flag game at 9:30 between Mathes (my dorm) and Nash (the neighboring dorm). Although I had never played before, and probably wouldn't have considered had it not been for my friend, Adria (a girl on my floor), who convinced me to play.
The people who gathered for my team were... pretty rowdy. The boys at least. Obviously sports players, as a matter of fact, probably football players. As we watlked out we had someone playing a drum, someone waving a red flag on a broomstick, and along the way we tried our best to think of a chant, but nothing quite caught on with the whole group. We did do that "huddle in a circle and jump up and down" deal, whatever you call that, to "intimidate" Nash. We played on the main lawn on campus, our border drawn with a rope, and our flags very difficult to spot, as it turned out. Our territory was huge... for a while, I was the only one guarding the flag! I KNEW it couldn't be good--if a bunch of people decided to storm the other side. Fortunately, I had a little bit of a safeguard-- The grass on the lawn was covering HUGE mud slicks. Mud so slippery, I had seen no one run all the way across it and not slip. It was pretty funny seeing all these guys' feet suddenly fly up over their heads, and after the game several guys sported mud stains going down their backs, butts, and legs. At one point there was an organized jailbreak (and what I mean by that is that the referees of the game decided there was too few people on either side for anything to happen) and as soon as the swarm of freed Nash prisoners crossed their border they headed straight into our flag, but luckily by then Mathes was ready for them and not one got to the flag! I even got to tag somebody! For that game, that was the most action I saw.
In the end, Mathes won! (Yay!) Afterwards we tried switching sides and playing a 15 minute game. Although that one was more exciting (I got to be part of a decoy attack and RUSHED at the other side!--only to get deliberately tagged and sent to jail), nothing much came of it, but afterwards both teams headed for the Nash main lounge for refreshments.
It was there that my friend Adria and I, while we were standing in line, ended up talking to a Nash resident, and, after we got our pie/brownies/hot cocoa, sat down and hung with her for a bit. Her name was Jen. She invited us up to her dorm to hang out.
Before this I only knew two other people in Nash. The first one I met on the third day, and we ended up hanging out the ENTIRE day. His name was William. The second was his friend Kit, a girl in my Theater class that I had seen William with before, and talked to her. Really outgoing, part of the "Theater/Musical" clique that I was not so fortunate to have in my high school. (Minus, say... 5 people?)
So with Jen, that would make a third Nash resident that I now knew. We walked back to her dorm. She had given us a brief description of the people who awaited us in there; from what I gathered they sounded pretty cool. She opened the door--Sitting on her bed was William, watching something on his laptop. Sitting next to him was Kit, embracing him at the time, I believe.
*Insert dropped jaw here*
Of ALL people that I stand in line next to, I happen to talk to the roommate of Kit, now girlfriend of William--the VERY TWO people of Nash that I had a previous connection with! Is that funny or what?! I said my enthusiastic hellos, and looked to see what William was watching. It turned out that he had downloaded old school episodes of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! I tell ya, this night just kept getting better and better. There was another girl in the room, but she ended up heading out to talk with her parents, and later removed herself completely. Another guy, named Ryan, came to hang out with us. So the 6 of us--ROLL CALL!!--Adria, Kit, William, Jen, Ryan, and me, all watched a few episodes of those fightin' turtles with names of Renaissance artists. And man, heh heh, talk about CHEESY!!! But entertaining, nonetheless.
Afterwards we watched Ocean's Eleven. I will admit, it's not my favorite movie to watch, but it suited entertainment purposes, so I stayed and watched. Fun times with that! Then we talked for a good deal of the night, sharing points of view, laughs, and learning interesting things about other people present. At... somewhere after 3, Adria and I decided to head back. After we left the room, both of us turned to each other and said, like we had just gone to a rock concert, "That was soooo FUN!" For both of us, that was one eventful night. We very much resolved to hang out with Kit and Jen again, they were both fun. Ryan was nice as well, and William was just as I remembered him--very cool!
We got back to our dorms, and found our R.A. Liz in the hallway. She followed us to Adria's dorm, and we talked a little bit more, to a bit past 3:30. Then it was time to finally go to sleep. Somewhere around 4, it finaly happened.
*Whew*
Next day, it was mall day. A girl named Sarah on my floor--friend of Adria's and mine--had a connection with a girl who had a car, and we were to go to the mall that day. I decided to do a bit of Christmas shopping (did I get you anything?! Maybe....). I woke up around 10. An hour later than I wanted to, but in that time I took a shower, so it was not all in vain. At 12 it was brunch time, and at 1:30 we went and malled out. We came back near 4:30, me being very tired, after getting only 6 hours of sleep (I'm used to 8 or more) and walking around all day... I took a little cat nap and then at 5 headed for dinner.
Afterwards, I did a little bit of homework, then met up with Adria outside, deciding that homework was not the way to spend Saturday night. We broke into Nash trying to contact Kit and Jen, but they were out, it turned out, and then we were kicked out of Nash because we didn't have a resident escort (heh heh heh...) with us (later I found out that the RA who kicked us out was rather up tight anyway). We headed back to our dorm to find Liz. The other girls on our floor went to go see Bridget Jones' Diary 2 (I probably would've gone if not for the fact that I haven't even seen the first one), so there was virtually no one else on our floor. We headed up for the TV lounge on the 9th floor, and found Liz, and several other people, watching Elf. It turned out to be the last 15 minutes of it--I wish I had seen the whole thing. Not only do I prefer to watch movies from beginning to end, but I had heard it was a cute movie before from several people... oh well. Adria and I ended up talking to Liz and two other girls from the 8th floor (all of whom were knitting, I might add). A GreenCoat came in (the safety patrol of our school), and reported that our dorm was the "most happening dorm" on campus so far. That was saying something. We talked a bit with him, and then he had to leave to make his rounds elsewhere. Girls talking again, Liz brought up Zach, the new RA in our dorm. Speak of the Devil--he walked right in soon after that! Yet another amazing coincidence. He talked about bringing up some guys to play Halo 2 with. What was really funny was how Liz refered to it as "The Halo." Not video-game savvy at all, or knowledgable in the least, she sounded so... you get the idea.
Some other people came up to talk, and one of them mentioned just getting Zoo Tycoon 2. Alicia, her name was. After I showed some interest in that statement, she invited me to her room on the 8th floor to check it out. The rest of the night was spent with both of us (later joined by Adria) exploring and figuring out the new way to run a zoo. Near 12:30 it was time for bed. Another cool day.
Next day, it was time for some homework to actually get done. I wanted to get it done in the morning... not much luck there. Allie (roommate) turned on the TV and I kept watching what was on. I did get some homework done. I ate brunch with Adria and Sarah again, and then headed back to once agian, get some homework done. Got some done. Allie had a concert at 3, so I went to that. William also sang in it, I found out later. Good concert, very nice vocals heard there. Afterwards I met Allie and her parents and said goodbye to them for a while--Allie's out for the week. For a couple of days I have the room to myself.
Got some more homework done, then joined Adria to invade Nash once again--she had seen some advertisements there for a Family Guy marathon. Saw Jen and Ryan there, and sat and watched and laughed (what a great show!). At about 9:30 we were invited by Ryan to join some friends of his (and Jen, who had left earlier) to watch Mean Girls. Fun times and laughs again. Adria left at 10, and I left when the movie ended, 10:30. Headed here.
So now it's 12:30 and I've just overshared with y'all my fabulous weekend. I'm so glad--I'm doing things, making more friends, not only more friends but meeting people outside my own dorm, having fun--I tell ya, I'm going back up on the wheel of fortune, and it's a fun ride! Yayness!!!
But alas, I need to sleep as well. I hope I can wake up without Allie's alarm tomorrow...
*Zzzzzzz...*
In one sentence...
What a kick-ass weekend!
It started on Friday. Well... actually, ever since Monday, I've been in a pretty darn good mood. But back to Friday. That night there was to be a Capture the Flag game at 9:30 between Mathes (my dorm) and Nash (the neighboring dorm). Although I had never played before, and probably wouldn't have considered had it not been for my friend, Adria (a girl on my floor), who convinced me to play.
The people who gathered for my team were... pretty rowdy. The boys at least. Obviously sports players, as a matter of fact, probably football players. As we watlked out we had someone playing a drum, someone waving a red flag on a broomstick, and along the way we tried our best to think of a chant, but nothing quite caught on with the whole group. We did do that "huddle in a circle and jump up and down" deal, whatever you call that, to "intimidate" Nash. We played on the main lawn on campus, our border drawn with a rope, and our flags very difficult to spot, as it turned out. Our territory was huge... for a while, I was the only one guarding the flag! I KNEW it couldn't be good--if a bunch of people decided to storm the other side. Fortunately, I had a little bit of a safeguard-- The grass on the lawn was covering HUGE mud slicks. Mud so slippery, I had seen no one run all the way across it and not slip. It was pretty funny seeing all these guys' feet suddenly fly up over their heads, and after the game several guys sported mud stains going down their backs, butts, and legs. At one point there was an organized jailbreak (and what I mean by that is that the referees of the game decided there was too few people on either side for anything to happen) and as soon as the swarm of freed Nash prisoners crossed their border they headed straight into our flag, but luckily by then Mathes was ready for them and not one got to the flag! I even got to tag somebody! For that game, that was the most action I saw.
In the end, Mathes won! (Yay!) Afterwards we tried switching sides and playing a 15 minute game. Although that one was more exciting (I got to be part of a decoy attack and RUSHED at the other side!--only to get deliberately tagged and sent to jail), nothing much came of it, but afterwards both teams headed for the Nash main lounge for refreshments.
It was there that my friend Adria and I, while we were standing in line, ended up talking to a Nash resident, and, after we got our pie/brownies/hot cocoa, sat down and hung with her for a bit. Her name was Jen. She invited us up to her dorm to hang out.
Before this I only knew two other people in Nash. The first one I met on the third day, and we ended up hanging out the ENTIRE day. His name was William. The second was his friend Kit, a girl in my Theater class that I had seen William with before, and talked to her. Really outgoing, part of the "Theater/Musical" clique that I was not so fortunate to have in my high school. (Minus, say... 5 people?)
So with Jen, that would make a third Nash resident that I now knew. We walked back to her dorm. She had given us a brief description of the people who awaited us in there; from what I gathered they sounded pretty cool. She opened the door--Sitting on her bed was William, watching something on his laptop. Sitting next to him was Kit, embracing him at the time, I believe.
*Insert dropped jaw here*
Of ALL people that I stand in line next to, I happen to talk to the roommate of Kit, now girlfriend of William--the VERY TWO people of Nash that I had a previous connection with! Is that funny or what?! I said my enthusiastic hellos, and looked to see what William was watching. It turned out that he had downloaded old school episodes of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! I tell ya, this night just kept getting better and better. There was another girl in the room, but she ended up heading out to talk with her parents, and later removed herself completely. Another guy, named Ryan, came to hang out with us. So the 6 of us--ROLL CALL!!--Adria, Kit, William, Jen, Ryan, and me, all watched a few episodes of those fightin' turtles with names of Renaissance artists. And man, heh heh, talk about CHEESY!!! But entertaining, nonetheless.
Afterwards we watched Ocean's Eleven. I will admit, it's not my favorite movie to watch, but it suited entertainment purposes, so I stayed and watched. Fun times with that! Then we talked for a good deal of the night, sharing points of view, laughs, and learning interesting things about other people present. At... somewhere after 3, Adria and I decided to head back. After we left the room, both of us turned to each other and said, like we had just gone to a rock concert, "That was soooo FUN!" For both of us, that was one eventful night. We very much resolved to hang out with Kit and Jen again, they were both fun. Ryan was nice as well, and William was just as I remembered him--very cool!
We got back to our dorms, and found our R.A. Liz in the hallway. She followed us to Adria's dorm, and we talked a little bit more, to a bit past 3:30. Then it was time to finally go to sleep. Somewhere around 4, it finaly happened.
*Whew*
Next day, it was mall day. A girl named Sarah on my floor--friend of Adria's and mine--had a connection with a girl who had a car, and we were to go to the mall that day. I decided to do a bit of Christmas shopping (did I get you anything?! Maybe....). I woke up around 10. An hour later than I wanted to, but in that time I took a shower, so it was not all in vain. At 12 it was brunch time, and at 1:30 we went and malled out. We came back near 4:30, me being very tired, after getting only 6 hours of sleep (I'm used to 8 or more) and walking around all day... I took a little cat nap and then at 5 headed for dinner.
Afterwards, I did a little bit of homework, then met up with Adria outside, deciding that homework was not the way to spend Saturday night. We broke into Nash trying to contact Kit and Jen, but they were out, it turned out, and then we were kicked out of Nash because we didn't have a resident escort (heh heh heh...) with us (later I found out that the RA who kicked us out was rather up tight anyway). We headed back to our dorm to find Liz. The other girls on our floor went to go see Bridget Jones' Diary 2 (I probably would've gone if not for the fact that I haven't even seen the first one), so there was virtually no one else on our floor. We headed up for the TV lounge on the 9th floor, and found Liz, and several other people, watching Elf. It turned out to be the last 15 minutes of it--I wish I had seen the whole thing. Not only do I prefer to watch movies from beginning to end, but I had heard it was a cute movie before from several people... oh well. Adria and I ended up talking to Liz and two other girls from the 8th floor (all of whom were knitting, I might add). A GreenCoat came in (the safety patrol of our school), and reported that our dorm was the "most happening dorm" on campus so far. That was saying something. We talked a bit with him, and then he had to leave to make his rounds elsewhere. Girls talking again, Liz brought up Zach, the new RA in our dorm. Speak of the Devil--he walked right in soon after that! Yet another amazing coincidence. He talked about bringing up some guys to play Halo 2 with. What was really funny was how Liz refered to it as "The Halo." Not video-game savvy at all, or knowledgable in the least, she sounded so... you get the idea.
Some other people came up to talk, and one of them mentioned just getting Zoo Tycoon 2. Alicia, her name was. After I showed some interest in that statement, she invited me to her room on the 8th floor to check it out. The rest of the night was spent with both of us (later joined by Adria) exploring and figuring out the new way to run a zoo. Near 12:30 it was time for bed. Another cool day.
Next day, it was time for some homework to actually get done. I wanted to get it done in the morning... not much luck there. Allie (roommate) turned on the TV and I kept watching what was on. I did get some homework done. I ate brunch with Adria and Sarah again, and then headed back to once agian, get some homework done. Got some done. Allie had a concert at 3, so I went to that. William also sang in it, I found out later. Good concert, very nice vocals heard there. Afterwards I met Allie and her parents and said goodbye to them for a while--Allie's out for the week. For a couple of days I have the room to myself.
Got some more homework done, then joined Adria to invade Nash once again--she had seen some advertisements there for a Family Guy marathon. Saw Jen and Ryan there, and sat and watched and laughed (what a great show!). At about 9:30 we were invited by Ryan to join some friends of his (and Jen, who had left earlier) to watch Mean Girls. Fun times and laughs again. Adria left at 10, and I left when the movie ended, 10:30. Headed here.
So now it's 12:30 and I've just overshared with y'all my fabulous weekend. I'm so glad--I'm doing things, making more friends, not only more friends but meeting people outside my own dorm, having fun--I tell ya, I'm going back up on the wheel of fortune, and it's a fun ride! Yayness!!!
But alas, I need to sleep as well. I hope I can wake up without Allie's alarm tomorrow...
*Zzzzzzz...*
Friday, November 19, 2004
Got to admit, it's getting better...
It's getting better all the time!
There's some Beatles healing right there. "Getting better." On many levels, it has, I think.
So... I went against some friends' advice and turned and forced my issues rather than ignore them forever. It worked. Ever since then I've felt better. Hooray for facing the turning and facing the strain! "Ch-ch-ch-changes..."
Recently I've gotten really into David Bowie. Man, I'm sorry I didn't discover him earlier, he's got such good stuff!
It's pretty weird... I remember how I wrote earlier that I wake up feeling bad and slowly feel good later but the next morning waking up and feeling bad again. It's quite the opposite now--I wake up feeling fresh and relaxed, and as the day wears on I slowly go back to other feelings... I kinda prefer it this way. I feel more at ease, for some reason. There are still those feelings which I hope will lessen and lessen as time goes on, but... for now, I can say I feel much better.
However, as far as physically goes, I've developed a cold. =P It's not too bad. It's just annoying. Started with a slight sore throat, then began to cough a little bit (very similar to the way Zoolander coughs, I tell you), and this morning I've been having some congestion. My voice sounds a little weird too, now. But no big deal, so far. Just a little reminder that I'm not totally immune to sickness out there.
Hmmm... so school's not too bad either. Although I've got a bad feeling about registration... I register Dec. 1st, one of the last days to do so. And of course, being a freshman, I get no priority picking whatsoever. I guess it's only fair, since upperclassman do need some things more than I do... but I want my GURs out of the way, dammit! And that said, who doesn't?! Oh well, I'll just keep hoping there's room for me somewhere...
Still don't know what to major in. I'm toying with the idea of majoring in art... For once, I think I have an idea of where to go in my life. So now I'm sharing. Praise me, laugh at me, call my thinking ridiculous, here it is:
I'd major in art becuase 1) Taking everyone's word for it, it's a talent I possess--Okay, enough modesty: I'm damn good at it!. 2) Despite what I go through with art assignments, I miss it, 3) there are SO many interesting art classes that are only available to majors, 4) a career possibility...
So a week ago I got a letter from my Grandma. Every once in a while she'll send me things that she found in the newspaper that she thinks I might be interested in. Usually she's right. So the "letter" was actually an article she found a while ago about women in the food industry. Most women specialize in desserts and pastries, rather than being actual chefs. And I've known for a while that it's right up my alley! Many of them seem really successful too... and they have fun doing what they're doing! And heck, I love making food too. Desserts are my speciality as well. In fact, it's kinda funny--I used to be the prime cooker out of my siblings and I until my brother Graham decided to take it up. And suddenly he was a cooking fiend! I was a little jealous for a while for being shoved out of my throne, it seemed, but then I discovered that while he cooked alot, he didn't make much desserts. So now he's the chef and I'm the... the... dessert maker! (They need a better word for that...) And that's actually a reflection of what it's like out there; and ironically it's a woman's job to do the cooking in the house (No politically-incorrect comment intended). And I hear artistic ability is very much a part of making these things...
It got me thinking. I love to do that stuff. And there's actually a CAREER for that kind of thing... so, why not?! I guess one factor is that my school doesn't offer any culinary arts programs, but hey, I could finish up four years here, get an Art degree, and then go to a culinary arts college and maybe, just maybe, have a CAREER! Wow... there is a great satisfaction that comes from having an idea of where your life is going...
Now of course, I'm still a freshman. One of my main motives for staying at Western for four years is that maybe I'll come across something else that may spark my interest, and then I'll have that toss-up problem of which one should I choose...
Well, we'll see how that goes.
In the mean time, I'ma gonna rock out to David Bowie!!
"Let's Dance!..."
There's some Beatles healing right there. "Getting better." On many levels, it has, I think.
So... I went against some friends' advice and turned and forced my issues rather than ignore them forever. It worked. Ever since then I've felt better. Hooray for facing the turning and facing the strain! "Ch-ch-ch-changes..."
Recently I've gotten really into David Bowie. Man, I'm sorry I didn't discover him earlier, he's got such good stuff!
It's pretty weird... I remember how I wrote earlier that I wake up feeling bad and slowly feel good later but the next morning waking up and feeling bad again. It's quite the opposite now--I wake up feeling fresh and relaxed, and as the day wears on I slowly go back to other feelings... I kinda prefer it this way. I feel more at ease, for some reason. There are still those feelings which I hope will lessen and lessen as time goes on, but... for now, I can say I feel much better.
However, as far as physically goes, I've developed a cold. =P It's not too bad. It's just annoying. Started with a slight sore throat, then began to cough a little bit (very similar to the way Zoolander coughs, I tell you), and this morning I've been having some congestion. My voice sounds a little weird too, now. But no big deal, so far. Just a little reminder that I'm not totally immune to sickness out there.
Hmmm... so school's not too bad either. Although I've got a bad feeling about registration... I register Dec. 1st, one of the last days to do so. And of course, being a freshman, I get no priority picking whatsoever. I guess it's only fair, since upperclassman do need some things more than I do... but I want my GURs out of the way, dammit! And that said, who doesn't?! Oh well, I'll just keep hoping there's room for me somewhere...
Still don't know what to major in. I'm toying with the idea of majoring in art... For once, I think I have an idea of where to go in my life. So now I'm sharing. Praise me, laugh at me, call my thinking ridiculous, here it is:
I'd major in art becuase 1) Taking everyone's word for it, it's a talent I possess--Okay, enough modesty: I'm damn good at it!. 2) Despite what I go through with art assignments, I miss it, 3) there are SO many interesting art classes that are only available to majors, 4) a career possibility...
So a week ago I got a letter from my Grandma. Every once in a while she'll send me things that she found in the newspaper that she thinks I might be interested in. Usually she's right. So the "letter" was actually an article she found a while ago about women in the food industry. Most women specialize in desserts and pastries, rather than being actual chefs. And I've known for a while that it's right up my alley! Many of them seem really successful too... and they have fun doing what they're doing! And heck, I love making food too. Desserts are my speciality as well. In fact, it's kinda funny--I used to be the prime cooker out of my siblings and I until my brother Graham decided to take it up. And suddenly he was a cooking fiend! I was a little jealous for a while for being shoved out of my throne, it seemed, but then I discovered that while he cooked alot, he didn't make much desserts. So now he's the chef and I'm the... the... dessert maker! (They need a better word for that...) And that's actually a reflection of what it's like out there; and ironically it's a woman's job to do the cooking in the house (No politically-incorrect comment intended). And I hear artistic ability is very much a part of making these things...
It got me thinking. I love to do that stuff. And there's actually a CAREER for that kind of thing... so, why not?! I guess one factor is that my school doesn't offer any culinary arts programs, but hey, I could finish up four years here, get an Art degree, and then go to a culinary arts college and maybe, just maybe, have a CAREER! Wow... there is a great satisfaction that comes from having an idea of where your life is going...
Now of course, I'm still a freshman. One of my main motives for staying at Western for four years is that maybe I'll come across something else that may spark my interest, and then I'll have that toss-up problem of which one should I choose...
Well, we'll see how that goes.
In the mean time, I'ma gonna rock out to David Bowie!!
"Let's Dance!..."
Saturday, November 13, 2004
"Life is good at the U!"
...As my two friends, Michelle and Candice would say.
Wednesday evening through Friday evening was spent visiting those two at the University of Washington.
What can I say, times with them are always good!
As Michelle said, it was like old times, but better!
So. I finally took advantage of other transportation besides my parents and their car. I took a metro to get the transportation center, and a Greyhound bus to get to Seattle. I made it alive, and I even got to sit next to someone I knew from high school, though we mostly kept to ourselves.
I met Candice and Michelle at the Greyhound station, and then we had an adventure of a time trying to catch a bus back to the UW. But we made it, and I starting noting differences between our two schools. For example, I'm not used to a school being smack dab in the middle of a city... weird for some of you guys, but my school is, indeed, in a sheltered little place...
We went up the the 5th floor of their dorm building and I looked at their room; not bad! We had fun commenting on Candice's rainbow ("gay pride") comforter, Michelle's Care Bear blanket (which we also noticed had rainbows all over it), their messy carpet complete with hairballs, the size of their dorm (meant for three roommates, but only used by two), their food supply (top ramen and canned soup... how much more college can ya get?!) in Michelle's "magic tub..." etc.
We went down "the Ave" to look for a place to eat... and we went to Chipotle, a mexican grill which my friend Danielle works at. There she was at the cash register, hot pink hair, eyebrow ring... looking as hot as ever! We ordered our food... and she gave it to us free of charge! This, of course, resulted in many "We love you, Danielle!!!'s" Her boyfriend, Joe, came, and we all sat down, ate, talked, and especially laughed! Good times.
We were originally going to go to a dance party in a neighboring dorm, but we decided there were too few people there for us to really kick it. We instead went back to their dorm and decided to watch a movie. Unfortunately, the computer was having issues. We ended up yelling at our good friend... well, our friend... well... David, on Michelle's cell and beckoned him over to fix her computer... of course, we HAVE to bribe him with--not one--but TWO hot dogs... oy vey. He brought some people over as well: Deanna(!), and a friend of hers named Calvin (seemed cool, I think). We successfully downloaded "Anchorman" and all of us watched that. Good times.
We were going to go back to the dance party, but we decided to hang out more. We ended up talking and talking and talking... jumping from topic to topic... ranging from intellectual, theological, practical, to hopeful, fantasical, and sometimes just plain silly, till 5 in the morning. Good times.
The next day we woke up at around 11, watched TV, then had breakfast at noon. I was taken on a tour of the UW--I had to say, it was a pretty awesome looking school! Very beautiful buildings, looked just like one of your "typical universities." (Although I did take a semester of humanities my senior year in high school, I'm no architecture expert, so I'm not gonna try to describe the buildings in artistic terms). Then we walked to a little shopping area near the school--what a nice little place! Very cute, as Michelle kept saying. There we discovered Jamba Juice: Best smoothie I've ever had! We mostly sat and talked, once we browsed through Victoria's Secret (one of our favorite pasttimes!), and then we headed back to the school. Good times.
By the time we got back to the dorm, Michelle decided it was time to get some studying done for her Chemistry midterm the next day. Candice and I quietly chatted on AIM (to each other!) for 1 1/2 to 2 hours, then after I tested her knowledge, she decided she was as prepared as she got. TV time again! Michelle tuned in the the last half hour of "Just Married," then flipped to a movie called "Fear." I had no idea it was called "Fear" until a commerical break. I was cautious--"Michelle, why is this movie called 'Fear?'" "Oh, you'll see. It's not really scary."
Notes to self:
1) Michelle's and my definition of "scary" vary GREATLY
2) With a title like "Fear"... DUH!!!
I found out why it was called "Fear" a little later in the movie. I found out even more in the climax of the movie.
3) Stay away from creepy stalker guy movies.
That said, I was paranoid the rest of the night. It was one of those moments when I needed a guy I knew and trusted to give me a hug and reassure me that not all men out there are psycho. What's even worse is that the scary guy, at some points, kinda looked like a guy I knew... even though I KNOW he's not that creepy! Nothing to worry about... but I was shakey the rest of the night. ... Good times?
The next morning, earlier than expected, I got up to Michelle and Candice getting ready for their classes. Michelle had her midterm at 8:30, so after a brief morning chat, we wished her luck as she headed out the door. That morning Candice and I were to meet her younger brother, Jason, and her freind, Austin. Jason came to our door, and we met Austin down on the first floor at the elevator. We took Jason on a "mini-tour" of the dorm building , then, serendipidously, met Michelle at the elevator on the way back up. We hung out a bit, then we decided to go get smoothies, since I had wanted one for a while. Michelle walked me back to her dorm, and it was off to class for the rest of them (even Jason--he sat through Candice's chem class). I sat around the dorm for a while, then Michelle came back. More talk time. Jason, Michelle, and Candice came back, and they ate lunch out as Michelle and I had ate lunch in the dorm. Even more talk time. Then it was time for Michelle's Art History class, and Jason and I sat through this one. It was pretty fascinating--like my humanities class, only more in depth. The dark room and the fact that sleep was a bit rare for me was causing me to want to doze off a bit, but the subject and the really cool teacher were helping me keep awake. I can't say the same for poor Jason... After that, it was time to get something to eat. Michelle, Jason, and I walked up to the Ave to find something... then later we decided to go to "the Hub" (a hangout at the school) instead. We had some pizza, and sat and talked a bit, then decided to play pool at the game room downstairs. It was my first time--not bad for it, says Michelle, but I won't say I was any good. I did have a few glory moments, though! I also got some helpful advice from both Michelle and Jason. It's not a bad game--I might take it up. Then it was time to go back to the dorms, and get everything ready to leave. We met Candice and Austin there, and as the last bit of daylight disappeared, we left the happy little establishment to catch a bus for home. Good times.
We made it back to Renton, and I said good bye to them and thanked them for a wonderful time. Very genuinely, I did. I'm so grateful to have friends like them, times with them are always good. It's nice to be able to talk with them about anything, and laughter is guaranteed when all of us are together. They were awesome hostesses, and that's not gonna be the only time I'll visit them.
Now I can't wait to show off the place where I learn and reside! I'll probably have to get more familiar with my area--I hardly leave my cozy little school. Oh well, I've got time to learn more--that said, I wonder if I'll ever take the time to actually do it. Well... either way, it'll be a great adventure for us when it's their turn to learn about a new school.
Hmmm... song playing right now. Quote:
"The flames are all long gone but the pain lingers on..."
(brought to you by Pink Floyd)
There are still some hard feelings churning deep inside... friends help ease the sorrow, but it's not totally absent. This is gonna be a long ride... but I'm gonna try to make it better.
There's always the Beatles to turn to. They've got a couple of songs that'll help. Maybe in a later post I'll give you some examples of their healing powers.
For now, I'm sitting at home, and I need to do some homework.
Good times.
Wednesday evening through Friday evening was spent visiting those two at the University of Washington.
What can I say, times with them are always good!
As Michelle said, it was like old times, but better!
So. I finally took advantage of other transportation besides my parents and their car. I took a metro to get the transportation center, and a Greyhound bus to get to Seattle. I made it alive, and I even got to sit next to someone I knew from high school, though we mostly kept to ourselves.
I met Candice and Michelle at the Greyhound station, and then we had an adventure of a time trying to catch a bus back to the UW. But we made it, and I starting noting differences between our two schools. For example, I'm not used to a school being smack dab in the middle of a city... weird for some of you guys, but my school is, indeed, in a sheltered little place...
We went up the the 5th floor of their dorm building and I looked at their room; not bad! We had fun commenting on Candice's rainbow ("gay pride") comforter, Michelle's Care Bear blanket (which we also noticed had rainbows all over it), their messy carpet complete with hairballs, the size of their dorm (meant for three roommates, but only used by two), their food supply (top ramen and canned soup... how much more college can ya get?!) in Michelle's "magic tub..." etc.
We went down "the Ave" to look for a place to eat... and we went to Chipotle, a mexican grill which my friend Danielle works at. There she was at the cash register, hot pink hair, eyebrow ring... looking as hot as ever! We ordered our food... and she gave it to us free of charge! This, of course, resulted in many "We love you, Danielle!!!'s" Her boyfriend, Joe, came, and we all sat down, ate, talked, and especially laughed! Good times.
We were originally going to go to a dance party in a neighboring dorm, but we decided there were too few people there for us to really kick it. We instead went back to their dorm and decided to watch a movie. Unfortunately, the computer was having issues. We ended up yelling at our good friend... well, our friend... well... David, on Michelle's cell and beckoned him over to fix her computer... of course, we HAVE to bribe him with--not one--but TWO hot dogs... oy vey. He brought some people over as well: Deanna(!), and a friend of hers named Calvin (seemed cool, I think). We successfully downloaded "Anchorman" and all of us watched that. Good times.
We were going to go back to the dance party, but we decided to hang out more. We ended up talking and talking and talking... jumping from topic to topic... ranging from intellectual, theological, practical, to hopeful, fantasical, and sometimes just plain silly, till 5 in the morning. Good times.
The next day we woke up at around 11, watched TV, then had breakfast at noon. I was taken on a tour of the UW--I had to say, it was a pretty awesome looking school! Very beautiful buildings, looked just like one of your "typical universities." (Although I did take a semester of humanities my senior year in high school, I'm no architecture expert, so I'm not gonna try to describe the buildings in artistic terms). Then we walked to a little shopping area near the school--what a nice little place! Very cute, as Michelle kept saying. There we discovered Jamba Juice: Best smoothie I've ever had! We mostly sat and talked, once we browsed through Victoria's Secret (one of our favorite pasttimes!), and then we headed back to the school. Good times.
By the time we got back to the dorm, Michelle decided it was time to get some studying done for her Chemistry midterm the next day. Candice and I quietly chatted on AIM (to each other!) for 1 1/2 to 2 hours, then after I tested her knowledge, she decided she was as prepared as she got. TV time again! Michelle tuned in the the last half hour of "Just Married," then flipped to a movie called "Fear." I had no idea it was called "Fear" until a commerical break. I was cautious--"Michelle, why is this movie called 'Fear?'" "Oh, you'll see. It's not really scary."
Notes to self:
1) Michelle's and my definition of "scary" vary GREATLY
2) With a title like "Fear"... DUH!!!
I found out why it was called "Fear" a little later in the movie. I found out even more in the climax of the movie.
3) Stay away from creepy stalker guy movies.
That said, I was paranoid the rest of the night. It was one of those moments when I needed a guy I knew and trusted to give me a hug and reassure me that not all men out there are psycho. What's even worse is that the scary guy, at some points, kinda looked like a guy I knew... even though I KNOW he's not that creepy! Nothing to worry about... but I was shakey the rest of the night. ... Good times?
The next morning, earlier than expected, I got up to Michelle and Candice getting ready for their classes. Michelle had her midterm at 8:30, so after a brief morning chat, we wished her luck as she headed out the door. That morning Candice and I were to meet her younger brother, Jason, and her freind, Austin. Jason came to our door, and we met Austin down on the first floor at the elevator. We took Jason on a "mini-tour" of the dorm building , then, serendipidously, met Michelle at the elevator on the way back up. We hung out a bit, then we decided to go get smoothies, since I had wanted one for a while. Michelle walked me back to her dorm, and it was off to class for the rest of them (even Jason--he sat through Candice's chem class). I sat around the dorm for a while, then Michelle came back. More talk time. Jason, Michelle, and Candice came back, and they ate lunch out as Michelle and I had ate lunch in the dorm. Even more talk time. Then it was time for Michelle's Art History class, and Jason and I sat through this one. It was pretty fascinating--like my humanities class, only more in depth. The dark room and the fact that sleep was a bit rare for me was causing me to want to doze off a bit, but the subject and the really cool teacher were helping me keep awake. I can't say the same for poor Jason... After that, it was time to get something to eat. Michelle, Jason, and I walked up to the Ave to find something... then later we decided to go to "the Hub" (a hangout at the school) instead. We had some pizza, and sat and talked a bit, then decided to play pool at the game room downstairs. It was my first time--not bad for it, says Michelle, but I won't say I was any good. I did have a few glory moments, though! I also got some helpful advice from both Michelle and Jason. It's not a bad game--I might take it up. Then it was time to go back to the dorms, and get everything ready to leave. We met Candice and Austin there, and as the last bit of daylight disappeared, we left the happy little establishment to catch a bus for home. Good times.
We made it back to Renton, and I said good bye to them and thanked them for a wonderful time. Very genuinely, I did. I'm so grateful to have friends like them, times with them are always good. It's nice to be able to talk with them about anything, and laughter is guaranteed when all of us are together. They were awesome hostesses, and that's not gonna be the only time I'll visit them.
Now I can't wait to show off the place where I learn and reside! I'll probably have to get more familiar with my area--I hardly leave my cozy little school. Oh well, I've got time to learn more--that said, I wonder if I'll ever take the time to actually do it. Well... either way, it'll be a great adventure for us when it's their turn to learn about a new school.
Hmmm... song playing right now. Quote:
"The flames are all long gone but the pain lingers on..."
(brought to you by Pink Floyd)
There are still some hard feelings churning deep inside... friends help ease the sorrow, but it's not totally absent. This is gonna be a long ride... but I'm gonna try to make it better.
There's always the Beatles to turn to. They've got a couple of songs that'll help. Maybe in a later post I'll give you some examples of their healing powers.
For now, I'm sitting at home, and I need to do some homework.
Good times.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
The Weekend.
Hmmm. Very uncreative title. Usually I try to avoid such things. Not today, I guess.
Where do I start?
I guess with Friday night, I was talking to my friend, Tyler. We had been thinking about him visiting me on the 13th of November, but recent automobile events made it really difficult on him, and it was looking more and more slim that the event would happen. However, friday, Nov. 5, he surprised me by asking whether it would be alright if he visited the next day, since appparently he had other things happening on the 13th. I had nothing in particular planned, so I agreed.
He came that morning, around 11. We spent most of the day together, never really leaving my building, harldy leaving my room. At one point we went into the main lounge so he could play the piano; he's so good!! And creative!! And... it was just really cool. We watched Best of Will Ferrell, and I'm so glad he got to do that--it's so quotable! We had some issues with wrestling with the sound on my TV, but he figured it out--he's a smart boy. He met my roommate who brought some new curtains and was very proud of herself for picking them out--I was too! (I'm so glad she's my roommate!) Most of the day we were alone though... we listened to music, talked a bit... I was really tired. I wish I weren't, because I was turning out to be a very bad host, I thought. He left at around six, and I went back in my room...
That event should have left me more happy than I was--way more happy. I'm still not over my feelings... Even now, though I've recovered quite a bit from later that night. I had some issues with him still... fortunately, last night, we got to work some of those out. Once again, I've got nothing to be frusterated, angry, or utterly upset about except myself...
I need to get over these feelings. They hurt, alot. Some things can help, though.
Friendships can help. However, it doesn't help that I'm in the first quarter of Freshman year, what's been called, by most upperclassman I talk to, the worst of it all, in terms of friendships.
Maybe this quarter is my turn at the bottom the wheel of fortune, if times in my life can be consecutively measured out in cycles of a wheel.
Maybe things will turn out better, like everyone says they will... maybe now's the time to be optimistic.
In the meantime, although I hope for a day where the tide will turn, I'll try to survive as best I can.
This is a test.
I'm in the forest.
Let's see if I can make it my home, for now...
(That last part is probably due to the fact that I heard and saw the video for Pearl Jam's song "Jeremy")
I'm in a mobius strip of feelings...
Make a mobius strip. Come on. Work with me. Take a thin strip of paper (or cut one yourself), twist it once in the middle, and tape both ends together. Now take a writing utensil and start drawing a line down the middle of the strip.
Go on. Do it. No one's looking.
Notice how you keep drawing the line, and you go throughout the whole strip and get back to where you started? The line will go on, over and over again, repeating the same path and going no where else...
I start out feeling like crap. I wrestle and strain and push myself out of the crappiness, and by the end of the day, often in the afternoon or night, I feel better, especially after I talk to people. I go to bed. I wake up, and the crap is back. I struggle with crap all day until the afternoon or night, then I feel better, especially after I talk with people. I go to bed, I wake up, back in Crap-o-Land. I fight with crap all morning, the afternoon and night look nice again, especially after talking with people. I go to bed. I wake up...
Ugh.
I'm sick of the deja vu-ness of it all. I just want it to end...
It's like those kind of days... especially over the summer... I remember. Most of the day would be cold, or cool, overcast, and sometimes rainy. By the end of the day, around the afternoon, the sun would finally shine through the clouds. This often resulted in very lovely sunsets. The clouds were still there, but they didn't seem to serve any other purpose besides enhancing the sunset--they sure were beautiful. But the clouds never went away, they gathered back together at night, and the morning would be greeted with falling rain. The pattern would repeat over many days...
It won't end. It keeps following me around, never leaving me completely. No matter what the distraction, I always return to it, and let it gently coax its needle back into my skull, the poison seeping back into my brain, drugging me, taking me back to the place where times were happy and good, even though at the same time I feel pained and sick; a dillusional state of mind...
Holy crap, did all of that come from my imagination? Wow... I should either be praised or on Prozac.
I've had some interestingly themed dreams lately... with dolphins. Saturday night I had a dream... I don't remember the beginning or end, one part stuck with me though. I remember I was in a big room... with huge windows... overlooking a body of water... It would really help if you knew what my cafeteria looks like, since it resembled that. Anyway, all of the sudden I got a feeling that if I looked out the window into the water that there might be dolphins. I look, and I see many curved fins surfacing and dipping below the water... Dolphins! I was thrilled, and I watched them... then for some reason I was closer, and I could see a dolphin plainly in front of me! But then I realized it was beaching itself. I looked around the shore (which resembled a beach in Ireland or Scotland, if you know what those look like), and suddenly I realized there were many beached dolphins around... I saw some more dolphins attempting to beach themselves, I saw some people running out there to try to stop them. I wasn't allowed to go near them, for some reason, so all I could do was stand and watch... I overheard someone in my dream, I don't know who, saying that as the dolphins were beaching themselves, the rocks that they were dragging themselves up against were ripping up their undersides...
Then the dream switched to something else. I don't remember much after that.
My second dolphin dream wasn't so sad. I hardly remember it at all... but I do remember parasailing down to a dolphin in a lagoon, and swimming with it...
Is there some supreme being up there, some deity, some divine spirit, some untangible, invisible, omniscient force up there that is leading me, pushing me, guiding me, forcing me down a path? Is it a fate? Do I have a destiny? Am I being thrown around, up and down, to whatever end I reach?
Or am I doing the jumping on a trampoline myself? Is it all me?
At my state of knowledge and beliefs, I'm gonna go with choice number two, although it's a temptation to blame someone, something else out there for my misfortunes.
Destiny? Or free will? Now for some Forrest Gump wisdom:
"I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floatin' around accidental-like on a breeze. But I, I think maybe it's both. "
You've said all, man. You've said it all.
Wow, I went all over the place with this entry. I hope I don't have to post too many unhappily themed entries. Let's that not only things for me will change for the better, but that I will change for the better. I'm really going for that last option.
So scary... so hard...
Wish me luck.
I guess right now I'm happier. It's the evening, I feel better. I've talked with people.
Two things that make my day:
I got yet another compliment for my Nightmare Before Christmas sweatshirt! =)
and:
"Cheer up, there is no reason towaste time ignoring the roses growing brighter and more beautiful everyday."
~Candice
=)
Still can't think of a song or movie quote for a title... Any suggestions?
Until then...
Where do I start?
I guess with Friday night, I was talking to my friend, Tyler. We had been thinking about him visiting me on the 13th of November, but recent automobile events made it really difficult on him, and it was looking more and more slim that the event would happen. However, friday, Nov. 5, he surprised me by asking whether it would be alright if he visited the next day, since appparently he had other things happening on the 13th. I had nothing in particular planned, so I agreed.
He came that morning, around 11. We spent most of the day together, never really leaving my building, harldy leaving my room. At one point we went into the main lounge so he could play the piano; he's so good!! And creative!! And... it was just really cool. We watched Best of Will Ferrell, and I'm so glad he got to do that--it's so quotable! We had some issues with wrestling with the sound on my TV, but he figured it out--he's a smart boy. He met my roommate who brought some new curtains and was very proud of herself for picking them out--I was too! (I'm so glad she's my roommate!) Most of the day we were alone though... we listened to music, talked a bit... I was really tired. I wish I weren't, because I was turning out to be a very bad host, I thought. He left at around six, and I went back in my room...
That event should have left me more happy than I was--way more happy. I'm still not over my feelings... Even now, though I've recovered quite a bit from later that night. I had some issues with him still... fortunately, last night, we got to work some of those out. Once again, I've got nothing to be frusterated, angry, or utterly upset about except myself...
I need to get over these feelings. They hurt, alot. Some things can help, though.
Friendships can help. However, it doesn't help that I'm in the first quarter of Freshman year, what's been called, by most upperclassman I talk to, the worst of it all, in terms of friendships.
Maybe this quarter is my turn at the bottom the wheel of fortune, if times in my life can be consecutively measured out in cycles of a wheel.
Maybe things will turn out better, like everyone says they will... maybe now's the time to be optimistic.
In the meantime, although I hope for a day where the tide will turn, I'll try to survive as best I can.
This is a test.
I'm in the forest.
Let's see if I can make it my home, for now...
(That last part is probably due to the fact that I heard and saw the video for Pearl Jam's song "Jeremy")
I'm in a mobius strip of feelings...
Make a mobius strip. Come on. Work with me. Take a thin strip of paper (or cut one yourself), twist it once in the middle, and tape both ends together. Now take a writing utensil and start drawing a line down the middle of the strip.
Go on. Do it. No one's looking.
Notice how you keep drawing the line, and you go throughout the whole strip and get back to where you started? The line will go on, over and over again, repeating the same path and going no where else...
I start out feeling like crap. I wrestle and strain and push myself out of the crappiness, and by the end of the day, often in the afternoon or night, I feel better, especially after I talk to people. I go to bed. I wake up, and the crap is back. I struggle with crap all day until the afternoon or night, then I feel better, especially after I talk with people. I go to bed, I wake up, back in Crap-o-Land. I fight with crap all morning, the afternoon and night look nice again, especially after talking with people. I go to bed. I wake up...
Ugh.
I'm sick of the deja vu-ness of it all. I just want it to end...
It's like those kind of days... especially over the summer... I remember. Most of the day would be cold, or cool, overcast, and sometimes rainy. By the end of the day, around the afternoon, the sun would finally shine through the clouds. This often resulted in very lovely sunsets. The clouds were still there, but they didn't seem to serve any other purpose besides enhancing the sunset--they sure were beautiful. But the clouds never went away, they gathered back together at night, and the morning would be greeted with falling rain. The pattern would repeat over many days...
It won't end. It keeps following me around, never leaving me completely. No matter what the distraction, I always return to it, and let it gently coax its needle back into my skull, the poison seeping back into my brain, drugging me, taking me back to the place where times were happy and good, even though at the same time I feel pained and sick; a dillusional state of mind...
Holy crap, did all of that come from my imagination? Wow... I should either be praised or on Prozac.
I've had some interestingly themed dreams lately... with dolphins. Saturday night I had a dream... I don't remember the beginning or end, one part stuck with me though. I remember I was in a big room... with huge windows... overlooking a body of water... It would really help if you knew what my cafeteria looks like, since it resembled that. Anyway, all of the sudden I got a feeling that if I looked out the window into the water that there might be dolphins. I look, and I see many curved fins surfacing and dipping below the water... Dolphins! I was thrilled, and I watched them... then for some reason I was closer, and I could see a dolphin plainly in front of me! But then I realized it was beaching itself. I looked around the shore (which resembled a beach in Ireland or Scotland, if you know what those look like), and suddenly I realized there were many beached dolphins around... I saw some more dolphins attempting to beach themselves, I saw some people running out there to try to stop them. I wasn't allowed to go near them, for some reason, so all I could do was stand and watch... I overheard someone in my dream, I don't know who, saying that as the dolphins were beaching themselves, the rocks that they were dragging themselves up against were ripping up their undersides...
Then the dream switched to something else. I don't remember much after that.
My second dolphin dream wasn't so sad. I hardly remember it at all... but I do remember parasailing down to a dolphin in a lagoon, and swimming with it...
Is there some supreme being up there, some deity, some divine spirit, some untangible, invisible, omniscient force up there that is leading me, pushing me, guiding me, forcing me down a path? Is it a fate? Do I have a destiny? Am I being thrown around, up and down, to whatever end I reach?
Or am I doing the jumping on a trampoline myself? Is it all me?
At my state of knowledge and beliefs, I'm gonna go with choice number two, although it's a temptation to blame someone, something else out there for my misfortunes.
Destiny? Or free will? Now for some Forrest Gump wisdom:
"I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floatin' around accidental-like on a breeze. But I, I think maybe it's both. "
You've said all, man. You've said it all.
Wow, I went all over the place with this entry. I hope I don't have to post too many unhappily themed entries. Let's that not only things for me will change for the better, but that I will change for the better. I'm really going for that last option.
So scary... so hard...
Wish me luck.
I guess right now I'm happier. It's the evening, I feel better. I've talked with people.
Two things that make my day:
I got yet another compliment for my Nightmare Before Christmas sweatshirt! =)
and:
"Cheer up, there is no reason towaste time ignoring the roses growing brighter and more beautiful everyday."
~Candice
=)
Still can't think of a song or movie quote for a title... Any suggestions?
Until then...
Friday, November 05, 2004
"On second thought, let's not go to Camelot..."
"... it is a silly place."
Some of y'all SHOULD know that movie!
I don't know what's the deal with me and the movie quotes as titles, but it serves my purpose. The theme of this entry, for the most part, is silliness!
I guess it's because yesterday was a rather silly day.
Not all of it was silly; I went to my classes, like usual. I had a test in my Music Appreciation class first thing in the morning, something I only studied for 5 minutes beforehand... Fortunately it's pretty much a "common sense" test, something that if you've at least been an class and payed at least a little attention you should be able to figure it out. Not too many worries there.
I got back my Philosophy (I'd prefer to call it my logic class, since that's what we're doing) midterm: 100!!! But, heh, I didn't really ace it, per se. I missed 4 points on it, but I scored 4 points in bonus question, so I filled in the gap. Either way, it was still a high A. So BOO YAH!
Then I got back my second math test. 88. Better than my last test, a 76. It did disappoint me to find that even looking over my work, I can still make stupid mistakes. And I'm living up to my usual standard--B math student, B test scores.
When I got back, Allie (roomie), was watching 10 Things I Hate About You, a movie most girls should know and love. So I watched with her, we "awwwed" at the cute guys and the cute things they did, and afterwards she decided she was in a disney mood. So she leafs through her CD collection and pulls out... The Lion King! Dude, it's only, like, MY FAVORITEST MOVIE IN THE WORLD!!! So of course I know the lyrics backwards and forwards! She blasts it, and we BELT it!! The things with her is that she can at least sing, and she sings a-pretty pretty good. Me? No singer. But since there was loud music and loud singing, I joined the loudness! Ah, it was awesome; we did dramatic acting right along with it, danced around the room while cleaning it, and just about sang our lungs out! It was great, I hadn't done that in a long time. Then, when the songs were over, she put in Beauty and the Beast! Yay, more singing! But by then the other girls on our floor were getting annoyed with us, and so, reluctantly we turned it down, closed the door, and sang quieter. And then that pretty much ended there.
Then... My conversations on AIM were rather silly.
YourCheeryChum: freaky apples
YourCheeryChum: man
YourCheeryChum: it is gettin glate
kitcat4986: freaky apples?!
YourCheeryChum: freaky apples
YourCheeryChum: ya read me
kitcat4986: where did that come from?!
YourCheeryChum: umm..i dunno
YourCheeryChum: i guess it was close to "freakin' a"
YourCheeryChum: but freaky apples sounds funnier
If you ever hear me use "Freaky apples," don't tell Candice I stole it!
From my cousin:
IngeniiAcumen: But my brother was in Biology class.
IngeniiAcumen: And they were learning how to use a microscope.
IngeniiAcumen: So one thing they did is they would all take pieces of their own hair and look at it under the microscope and compare.
IngeniiAcumen: And I guess all different holors of hair have solid strands...
IngeniiAcumen: ...except blonde...
IngeniiAcumen: ...which is tubular.
kitcat4986: lol!
kitcat4986: airhair!
IngeniiAcumen: So my brother has taken great joy in being able to say my mother and I are literally airheads.
That's for all you blondes out there!
And finally, some rave reviews:
Themjudds: Aren't you like $2 a night?
kitcat4986: Nope, inflation raised me up to $3.50
Themjudds: Well, at least you blow my mind every time.
kitcat4986: well htat's good to know
Themjudds: Isn't htat though.
kitcat4986: Need some positive customer feedback every once in a while
Themjudds: Well a few things you can work on:
kitcat4986: oh wow.
Themjudds: 1) Be more vocal.
Themjudds: 2) Move around more when you are on top.
Themjudds: And 3) Take control every once in a while.
kitcat4986: Holy crap...
Themjudds: Other than that your motto should be: "Rowan's Late Night Services, Satisfaction Garenteed."
kitcat4986: I'm tempted to post this on my blog...
And I did, Tyler! Mua ha ha ha!!!
I just dont' righly know what else to add to that.
Have fun commenting!
(I love how I asserted that like I KNOW I'll get comments. Well, I'D BETTER!) =)
Some of y'all SHOULD know that movie!
I don't know what's the deal with me and the movie quotes as titles, but it serves my purpose. The theme of this entry, for the most part, is silliness!
I guess it's because yesterday was a rather silly day.
Not all of it was silly; I went to my classes, like usual. I had a test in my Music Appreciation class first thing in the morning, something I only studied for 5 minutes beforehand... Fortunately it's pretty much a "common sense" test, something that if you've at least been an class and payed at least a little attention you should be able to figure it out. Not too many worries there.
I got back my Philosophy (I'd prefer to call it my logic class, since that's what we're doing) midterm: 100!!! But, heh, I didn't really ace it, per se. I missed 4 points on it, but I scored 4 points in bonus question, so I filled in the gap. Either way, it was still a high A. So BOO YAH!
Then I got back my second math test. 88. Better than my last test, a 76. It did disappoint me to find that even looking over my work, I can still make stupid mistakes. And I'm living up to my usual standard--B math student, B test scores.
When I got back, Allie (roomie), was watching 10 Things I Hate About You, a movie most girls should know and love. So I watched with her, we "awwwed" at the cute guys and the cute things they did, and afterwards she decided she was in a disney mood. So she leafs through her CD collection and pulls out... The Lion King! Dude, it's only, like, MY FAVORITEST MOVIE IN THE WORLD!!! So of course I know the lyrics backwards and forwards! She blasts it, and we BELT it!! The things with her is that she can at least sing, and she sings a-pretty pretty good. Me? No singer. But since there was loud music and loud singing, I joined the loudness! Ah, it was awesome; we did dramatic acting right along with it, danced around the room while cleaning it, and just about sang our lungs out! It was great, I hadn't done that in a long time. Then, when the songs were over, she put in Beauty and the Beast! Yay, more singing! But by then the other girls on our floor were getting annoyed with us, and so, reluctantly we turned it down, closed the door, and sang quieter. And then that pretty much ended there.
Then... My conversations on AIM were rather silly.
YourCheeryChum: freaky apples
YourCheeryChum: man
YourCheeryChum: it is gettin glate
kitcat4986: freaky apples?!
YourCheeryChum: freaky apples
YourCheeryChum: ya read me
kitcat4986: where did that come from?!
YourCheeryChum: umm..i dunno
YourCheeryChum: i guess it was close to "freakin' a"
YourCheeryChum: but freaky apples sounds funnier
If you ever hear me use "Freaky apples," don't tell Candice I stole it!
From my cousin:
IngeniiAcumen: But my brother was in Biology class.
IngeniiAcumen: And they were learning how to use a microscope.
IngeniiAcumen: So one thing they did is they would all take pieces of their own hair and look at it under the microscope and compare.
IngeniiAcumen: And I guess all different holors of hair have solid strands...
IngeniiAcumen: ...except blonde...
IngeniiAcumen: ...which is tubular.
kitcat4986: lol!
kitcat4986: airhair!
IngeniiAcumen: So my brother has taken great joy in being able to say my mother and I are literally airheads.
That's for all you blondes out there!
And finally, some rave reviews:
Themjudds: Aren't you like $2 a night?
kitcat4986: Nope, inflation raised me up to $3.50
Themjudds: Well, at least you blow my mind every time.
kitcat4986: well htat's good to know
Themjudds: Isn't htat though.
kitcat4986: Need some positive customer feedback every once in a while
Themjudds: Well a few things you can work on:
kitcat4986: oh wow.
Themjudds: 1) Be more vocal.
Themjudds: 2) Move around more when you are on top.
Themjudds: And 3) Take control every once in a while.
kitcat4986: Holy crap...
Themjudds: Other than that your motto should be: "Rowan's Late Night Services, Satisfaction Garenteed."
kitcat4986: I'm tempted to post this on my blog...
And I did, Tyler! Mua ha ha ha!!!
I just dont' righly know what else to add to that.
Have fun commenting!
(I love how I asserted that like I KNOW I'll get comments. Well, I'D BETTER!) =)
Monday, November 01, 2004
"Great Halloween, Everyone!"
"I believe it was our most horrible yet! Thank you, Everyone!"
10 points to whoever can name that movie! (Sonja and Deanna don't count. Sorry girls, but I KNOW you know this movie! Or at least I'm hoping you do!)
Another whole October lived through and gone... already?! Didn't we just start this month? Gosh, it is true: the older you get, the faster the years go by...
So I actually had a pretty decent weekend. There were its slow and boring times, but not too many. Mom took me to the mall to get a coat; she's been bugging me about getting one since I moved up here. I gave in, afterall, it IS cold. I got a nice wool red one, with some fuzzy red gloves too. I got a nice new shirt too.
Along the way we listened to Garrison Keillor on his radio program, "Prairie Home Companion" on NPR. I used to resist getting into NPR, it's one of those things only parents, teachers, old people, and nerdy students would listen too. Well, I've come to terms with fitting in one of those catagories, so I can say it now and not be ashamed: I like public radio!!! I have to agree with one of my old teachers, something about Mr. Keillor's voice makes it so nice to listen to whatever he's saying, and he's usually saying something pretty nice, or funny, or profound. Well, on that show, he did a pretty freakin' good reading of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven," accompanied by a beautifully haunting piano... Something listening to his version of it, and having a little more understanding for poetry and human emotions made it seem really powerful to me at the time. Suddenly I appreciate the poem much more. I used to get bored and impatient with Poe's on going yet well describtive imagery, but knowing now that I do the same thing, I can give it a chance and listen well.
Halloween came, I still had some theater homework to do. Two of my best friends, Candice and Michelle, were coming that afternoon to have a little bonding time for the first time in a month (a whole month!). My goal was to get it done before they arrived. I didn't. They came, we talked about our latest events in our lives and shared some funny stories (there's bound to be funny stories when Michelle's around!). We flipped on the TV, and Bravo was showing a countdown of the scariest movies ever. I'm not a fan of scary or gory movies at all, and really wanted to change the channel several times, since they would show clips of an especially frightening part, but Michelle insisted so I let her watch it, while ducking behind a blanket whenever I could. And I hate to ruin it for y'all, but... We were expecting the scariest one to be the Exorcist, but that came at #3. Alien came at #2. My dad vouched for that one, he said it did a very well job at misleading you in suspenceful and nonsuspenceful parts. And the scariest movie was... JAWS! And I remember everyone in the room--Michelle, Candice, my two sisters Keira and Brenna, my brother Graham, my dad, and myself all said "JAWS?!" I SAW that one! Well, not all of it, but most of it! Michelle said to me, sarcastically-like a proud parent, "Wow, Rowan! You've watched the scariest movie!" I can understand why some elements of it may be scary; first time I saw the opening scene I was scared. But then again, I scare easily.
So we carved some pumpkins (props to those two for creating very cool ones!), and after they left I decided to do that homework I hadn't done yet... I sat at my laptop in the dining room, with some cat ears on, while my brother Graham, dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, answered the door and passed out candy. The little kids were cute, everyone admired our decorations (we had a huge spiderweb, complete with a giant hairy spider, across our staircase shone on by a blacklight), and many people were taken aback by, or admired, my brother's costume. And to get my creative juices going, I sampled some forms of sugar from our candy basket... and I got the paper done! Yessssssss! So then my family gathered around for a traditional Halloween movie viewing; this year it was The Addams Family; one of our favorites.
So I'm interested to hear how all y'alls Halloweens went. In the meantime I'm gonna treat myself to another listening of Garrison Keillor's narration of Poe's masterpiece "The Raven," and watch the rain, like a cat would.
You can listen to it too, if you want: http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/play/audio_segment.php?media=/2004/10/30_phc&start=00:01:39:30.0&end=00:02:00:00.0
The first about 10 minutes of it is the poem itself, the rest of it is just the rest of the program. You can listen to the rest if you want, though. I can't really stop you.
10 points to whoever can name that movie! (Sonja and Deanna don't count. Sorry girls, but I KNOW you know this movie! Or at least I'm hoping you do!)
Another whole October lived through and gone... already?! Didn't we just start this month? Gosh, it is true: the older you get, the faster the years go by...
So I actually had a pretty decent weekend. There were its slow and boring times, but not too many. Mom took me to the mall to get a coat; she's been bugging me about getting one since I moved up here. I gave in, afterall, it IS cold. I got a nice wool red one, with some fuzzy red gloves too. I got a nice new shirt too.
Along the way we listened to Garrison Keillor on his radio program, "Prairie Home Companion" on NPR. I used to resist getting into NPR, it's one of those things only parents, teachers, old people, and nerdy students would listen too. Well, I've come to terms with fitting in one of those catagories, so I can say it now and not be ashamed: I like public radio!!! I have to agree with one of my old teachers, something about Mr. Keillor's voice makes it so nice to listen to whatever he's saying, and he's usually saying something pretty nice, or funny, or profound. Well, on that show, he did a pretty freakin' good reading of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven," accompanied by a beautifully haunting piano... Something listening to his version of it, and having a little more understanding for poetry and human emotions made it seem really powerful to me at the time. Suddenly I appreciate the poem much more. I used to get bored and impatient with Poe's on going yet well describtive imagery, but knowing now that I do the same thing, I can give it a chance and listen well.
Halloween came, I still had some theater homework to do. Two of my best friends, Candice and Michelle, were coming that afternoon to have a little bonding time for the first time in a month (a whole month!). My goal was to get it done before they arrived. I didn't. They came, we talked about our latest events in our lives and shared some funny stories (there's bound to be funny stories when Michelle's around!). We flipped on the TV, and Bravo was showing a countdown of the scariest movies ever. I'm not a fan of scary or gory movies at all, and really wanted to change the channel several times, since they would show clips of an especially frightening part, but Michelle insisted so I let her watch it, while ducking behind a blanket whenever I could. And I hate to ruin it for y'all, but... We were expecting the scariest one to be the Exorcist, but that came at #3. Alien came at #2. My dad vouched for that one, he said it did a very well job at misleading you in suspenceful and nonsuspenceful parts. And the scariest movie was... JAWS! And I remember everyone in the room--Michelle, Candice, my two sisters Keira and Brenna, my brother Graham, my dad, and myself all said "JAWS?!" I SAW that one! Well, not all of it, but most of it! Michelle said to me, sarcastically-like a proud parent, "Wow, Rowan! You've watched the scariest movie!" I can understand why some elements of it may be scary; first time I saw the opening scene I was scared. But then again, I scare easily.
So we carved some pumpkins (props to those two for creating very cool ones!), and after they left I decided to do that homework I hadn't done yet... I sat at my laptop in the dining room, with some cat ears on, while my brother Graham, dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, answered the door and passed out candy. The little kids were cute, everyone admired our decorations (we had a huge spiderweb, complete with a giant hairy spider, across our staircase shone on by a blacklight), and many people were taken aback by, or admired, my brother's costume. And to get my creative juices going, I sampled some forms of sugar from our candy basket... and I got the paper done! Yessssssss! So then my family gathered around for a traditional Halloween movie viewing; this year it was The Addams Family; one of our favorites.
So I'm interested to hear how all y'alls Halloweens went. In the meantime I'm gonna treat myself to another listening of Garrison Keillor's narration of Poe's masterpiece "The Raven," and watch the rain, like a cat would.
You can listen to it too, if you want: http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/play/audio_segment.php?media=/2004/10/30_phc&start=00:01:39:30.0&end=00:02:00:00.0
The first about 10 minutes of it is the poem itself, the rest of it is just the rest of the program. You can listen to the rest if you want, though. I can't really stop you.
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