So, I'm averaging about one post per month right now, because I still suck at blogging. But roomie 6 (you know the one now in the room formerly belonging to roomie 4) and I have started a new blog, which actually has one update per day from EACH OF US, even if it's not actually updated daily--wordpress is silly and gives us the option of changing the date that we post things, so we occasionally back-date posts as we write them. But yeah, it actually gets updated regularly.
The blog concept is that we write about one awesome thing we do each day, together or individually. It can be found at damnwereawesome.wordpress.com. Pretty awesome, right? And I've actually been better than her at updating recently, so there's something awesome I've done every day since September 5 or so. None of the negativity of my personal blog. It's actually kind of nice, because it forces me to find something to be happy about, even if it's small relative to whatever crap the day has thrown at me.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
End of Summer Post
Finished my summer class a long time ago. It was incredibly easy. Waste of $1900. Frustrating. But it's done and I have the credits for it (and it's a required class, so I needed to take it eventually anyway) and it boosted my GPA a tiny tiny bit.
I've been working on housing things all summer. I set the schedule for our organization for training. That all starts next week. It's stressful, but I'm still happy with it, for the most part.
I don't even know what to say. So few people have been around this summer, it's been... special. I really want to be around people (because on my own I end up in "thinking" moods, which is to say "dwelling"), but I've literally seen the same 5 people plus my advisers all summer and that's about it. They're great. We've had fun. But there have been a few times when I've just really needed time away from them.
My summer roommate situation was... interesting. She couldn't clean to save her life. I got to step up and be the clean roommate, which is unusual for me. But it'll make me appreciate Roomie 6 all the more (because she's also shared a living space with my summer roomie in the past).
Basically, everything this summer has been alternately great and stressful. Hopefully it gets better soon.
I've been working on housing things all summer. I set the schedule for our organization for training. That all starts next week. It's stressful, but I'm still happy with it, for the most part.
I don't even know what to say. So few people have been around this summer, it's been... special. I really want to be around people (because on my own I end up in "thinking" moods, which is to say "dwelling"), but I've literally seen the same 5 people plus my advisers all summer and that's about it. They're great. We've had fun. But there have been a few times when I've just really needed time away from them.
My summer roommate situation was... interesting. She couldn't clean to save her life. I got to step up and be the clean roommate, which is unusual for me. But it'll make me appreciate Roomie 6 all the more (because she's also shared a living space with my summer roomie in the past).
Basically, everything this summer has been alternately great and stressful. Hopefully it gets better soon.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Summertime.
Posting once every month and a half is often enough to get people to keep reading, right? Of course it is. Considering the size of my readership in the first place.
Since my last post, I've made my visit home and to see my niece. She was still adequately small, and she was sweet most of the time. I started trying to teach her the call-and-response "Boomer Sooner!" but I'm not sure if she's really got the hang of it yet. I'm considering stopping in Iowa again when I go home in July. I was there for her first tornado warning, May 22. Exactly a month ago. Also, the same day as the Minneapolis and Joplin tornadoes.
Two of my friends were in Joplin when the tornado hit. M moved into his apartment the Saturday, with the help of his girlfriend, S. They had unpacked Saturday and spent Sunday afternoon enjoying the fair, sunny weather. He tweeted at me, inviting me to stop by his place if I ever wanted to split up the trip from home to Oklahoma or vice versa--he had an extra room in his apartment. They grilled burgers. Within a few hours of all that, the apartment was gone. They had had their choice of two closets and apparently chose the right one, because the other wasn't there after the tornado hit. His second floor apartment was collapsed and the apartment previously above it was completely missing. Fortunately, both M and S were completely unharmed. S's car even started (and the radio and heater worked and everything), though the windows had been blown out; it was enough to get them to a gas station outside of city limits so that M's family could pick them up and bring them home. M's internship was still there for him and the company helped him find a new apartment, on the Oklahoma side of the border. I've seen them both since and they seem to be doing alright.
But it really does make you question what you're doing with life. All those opportunities to do or say things that could be your last chance. You never really know. Of course, that kind of thinking is a lot easier to express in theoretical words than actual actions.
We left for NACURH that Thursday. S was with us, and sure enough, the bus took I-44. Apparently she hadn't realized our route would take us right past Joplin, but she had friends their to comfort her and still enjoyed most of the conference. I also got to enjoy more of the conference than I expected; boardroom at national conferences is apparently not a high commitment for presidents, only NCCs. But I got to start playing the role of president, and it was a good learning experience.
Some of our conference delegates decided they'd like to host a conference in the future. They want to do a national one. I don't want to tell them I think it's impossible, but basically, it would be impossible. I encouraged them to consider a regional conference instead, but their minds are set on "go big or go home," so I'm letting them present the idea to the exec team. I've explained all my reservations to them, and warned that I'll explain those same reservations to the exec team when the idea is being discussed.
I started my summer class last Monday. It's only four weeks long, so we've already had our first midterm (which I got 100% on, after arguing a few points back). The class is "Elements of Statistics" (for econ and business majors), and I can't imagine what it would be like spread out over a full semester. I haven't been this utterly bored by the actual material of a class since high school. I guess they don't really expect people who have taken Calc 4 and Diff. Eq. to be in this class...
I've also started looking at my grad school options. I'm looking for a master's in higher education with an emphasis/specialization/whatever in Student Affairs. My list currently has about 20 schools, with the basic information listed in a spreadsheet. I'm hoping to trim it down, make a few visits over OU-saxeT weekend and/or winter break. Maybe even one or two over summer, if I can find the time. The schools themselves are all over the place: Washington (state), Rhode Island, Missouri, Colorado, South Carolina, etc. But with any luck, I'll be able to trim it down, figure out which are most selective or more reasonable, determine how hard it will be to get a graduate assistantship I like, and then wow people in interviews; no big. I have about six months to fill out applications. Eesh. It will be a busy semester. Even though I'll probably only have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Huzzah.
I spent most of tonight reading cheesy letters of unrequited love online, eating cookie dough, and crying. But now I really ought to study for my (daily) quiz in statistics. Not that I need to study. Studying is for people who don't already get it (or something).
Since my last post, I've made my visit home and to see my niece. She was still adequately small, and she was sweet most of the time. I started trying to teach her the call-and-response "Boomer Sooner!" but I'm not sure if she's really got the hang of it yet. I'm considering stopping in Iowa again when I go home in July. I was there for her first tornado warning, May 22. Exactly a month ago. Also, the same day as the Minneapolis and Joplin tornadoes.
Two of my friends were in Joplin when the tornado hit. M moved into his apartment the Saturday, with the help of his girlfriend, S. They had unpacked Saturday and spent Sunday afternoon enjoying the fair, sunny weather. He tweeted at me, inviting me to stop by his place if I ever wanted to split up the trip from home to Oklahoma or vice versa--he had an extra room in his apartment. They grilled burgers. Within a few hours of all that, the apartment was gone. They had had their choice of two closets and apparently chose the right one, because the other wasn't there after the tornado hit. His second floor apartment was collapsed and the apartment previously above it was completely missing. Fortunately, both M and S were completely unharmed. S's car even started (and the radio and heater worked and everything), though the windows had been blown out; it was enough to get them to a gas station outside of city limits so that M's family could pick them up and bring them home. M's internship was still there for him and the company helped him find a new apartment, on the Oklahoma side of the border. I've seen them both since and they seem to be doing alright.
But it really does make you question what you're doing with life. All those opportunities to do or say things that could be your last chance. You never really know. Of course, that kind of thinking is a lot easier to express in theoretical words than actual actions.
We left for NACURH that Thursday. S was with us, and sure enough, the bus took I-44. Apparently she hadn't realized our route would take us right past Joplin, but she had friends their to comfort her and still enjoyed most of the conference. I also got to enjoy more of the conference than I expected; boardroom at national conferences is apparently not a high commitment for presidents, only NCCs. But I got to start playing the role of president, and it was a good learning experience.
Some of our conference delegates decided they'd like to host a conference in the future. They want to do a national one. I don't want to tell them I think it's impossible, but basically, it would be impossible. I encouraged them to consider a regional conference instead, but their minds are set on "go big or go home," so I'm letting them present the idea to the exec team. I've explained all my reservations to them, and warned that I'll explain those same reservations to the exec team when the idea is being discussed.
I started my summer class last Monday. It's only four weeks long, so we've already had our first midterm (which I got 100% on, after arguing a few points back). The class is "Elements of Statistics" (for econ and business majors), and I can't imagine what it would be like spread out over a full semester. I haven't been this utterly bored by the actual material of a class since high school. I guess they don't really expect people who have taken Calc 4 and Diff. Eq. to be in this class...
I've also started looking at my grad school options. I'm looking for a master's in higher education with an emphasis/specialization/whatever in Student Affairs. My list currently has about 20 schools, with the basic information listed in a spreadsheet. I'm hoping to trim it down, make a few visits over OU-saxeT weekend and/or winter break. Maybe even one or two over summer, if I can find the time. The schools themselves are all over the place: Washington (state), Rhode Island, Missouri, Colorado, South Carolina, etc. But with any luck, I'll be able to trim it down, figure out which are most selective or more reasonable, determine how hard it will be to get a graduate assistantship I like, and then wow people in interviews; no big. I have about six months to fill out applications. Eesh. It will be a busy semester. Even though I'll probably only have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Huzzah.
I spent most of tonight reading cheesy letters of unrequited love online, eating cookie dough, and crying. But now I really ought to study for my (daily) quiz in statistics. Not that I need to study. Studying is for people who don't already get it (or something).
Friday, May 6, 2011
Relief or something like it
The mono is mostly gone now. It never hit too hard--I got a little extra sleep for a couple weeks and had a ginormous lymph node, but it never really debilitated me. My life is pathetic enough that I can pinpoint the date that I contracted it (and in the long run, I gotta say, not worth it). I can also pinpoint an occasion when I'm a bit shocked I didn't pass it on, but... some people are just lucky I guess. It also cut down my appetite a bit, so I'm pretty sure I lost a few pounds, which I'm definitely not complaining about.
I turn 21 in just a couple days. I've got my barhopping planned, and it works conveniently around my finals schedule. I have mixed feelings about the whole "being older" thing, but mostly those are related to me being emo (re: boys, if you couldn't guess).
I've got finals next week, which ought to be fun. Actually, I've already completed one final, so I've got three to go. The first is Tuesday afternoon and shouldn't be particularly difficult. Then Wednesday 8 a.m. I've got Cloud Physics, which isn't super-difficult material, but will require actual studying. And Thursday at 8 a.m. I have Atmospheric Dyanmics (die-namics), which I'm not particularly looking forward to. In fact, I'm already past the point of trying to "pass" the class (I would need a C to take the next course in the series), but I'm actually planning on studying to get the D rather than the F, so my GPA doesn't have to take too much of a hit. It will be a legitimate challenge, but I haven't given up entirely.
And then I get to take some time away, go home, go to Iowa to visit my niece. I feel like I've already missed too much of that. In the pictures, she's not tiny any more, and I'll never have another chance to see her that small. Stupid college, keeping me away from things that matter.
And then I come back to Oklahoma so that I can ride a charter bus to Macomb, Illinois, for "Camp NACURH," a.k.a. super-turbo housing conference. I'm looking forward to it, but I suspect I won't have as much fun as I have at past conference. As President, I'll be stuck in the boardroom rather than in the programming sessions, so that's a different type of experience entirely.
Being President apparently also means I'm going to lose all my friends next year, if the advisers' and my predecessor's warnings are to be taken at--well, just above--face value. So if I'm emo now, what am I going to be like when my friendships are weakened by stupid hierarchies of power? I seriously questioned the other night whether it would be worth it. In fact, I'm still questioning it.
So that's the scoop on my life over the last and next few months. Wootwoot.
I turn 21 in just a couple days. I've got my barhopping planned, and it works conveniently around my finals schedule. I have mixed feelings about the whole "being older" thing, but mostly those are related to me being emo (re: boys, if you couldn't guess).
I've got finals next week, which ought to be fun. Actually, I've already completed one final, so I've got three to go. The first is Tuesday afternoon and shouldn't be particularly difficult. Then Wednesday 8 a.m. I've got Cloud Physics, which isn't super-difficult material, but will require actual studying. And Thursday at 8 a.m. I have Atmospheric Dyanmics (die-namics), which I'm not particularly looking forward to. In fact, I'm already past the point of trying to "pass" the class (I would need a C to take the next course in the series), but I'm actually planning on studying to get the D rather than the F, so my GPA doesn't have to take too much of a hit. It will be a legitimate challenge, but I haven't given up entirely.
And then I get to take some time away, go home, go to Iowa to visit my niece. I feel like I've already missed too much of that. In the pictures, she's not tiny any more, and I'll never have another chance to see her that small. Stupid college, keeping me away from things that matter.
And then I come back to Oklahoma so that I can ride a charter bus to Macomb, Illinois, for "Camp NACURH," a.k.a. super-turbo housing conference. I'm looking forward to it, but I suspect I won't have as much fun as I have at past conference. As President, I'll be stuck in the boardroom rather than in the programming sessions, so that's a different type of experience entirely.
Being President apparently also means I'm going to lose all my friends next year, if the advisers' and my predecessor's warnings are to be taken at--well, just above--face value. So if I'm emo now, what am I going to be like when my friendships are weakened by stupid hierarchies of power? I seriously questioned the other night whether it would be worth it. In fact, I'm still questioning it.
So that's the scoop on my life over the last and next few months. Wootwoot.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Stereo
Delightful. Just delightful. My body loves me and has excellent timing. I laugh at it; it laughs at me. It's like a game we play.
Tested positive for mono today. I have a guess at where it might have come from, but I'm also concerned about having given it to my friends (we share drinks a lot).
Meanwhile reactions to it are... different. The doctor said to stay away from people I like. It spreads through shared mucus or saliva: most of the time, you're not going to give it to anyone with kissing or at least sharing food or a drink. But there's also a tiny chance that you can spread it by coughing (but conveniently, my case has not actually manifested a cough), because of little spittle droplets and the like. The doctor also said to get extra sleep. Well, yeah, that would be nice. But I can't really afford to.
My mother is convinced that I'm going to end up in the hospital and wants me to not go to class. My advisers are trying to schedule additional meetings with me to make sure things are ready for the summer and next year and appointments.
I feel like I should have them email each other and fight this out.
Tested positive for mono today. I have a guess at where it might have come from, but I'm also concerned about having given it to my friends (we share drinks a lot).
Meanwhile reactions to it are... different. The doctor said to stay away from people I like. It spreads through shared mucus or saliva: most of the time, you're not going to give it to anyone with kissing or at least sharing food or a drink. But there's also a tiny chance that you can spread it by coughing (but conveniently, my case has not actually manifested a cough), because of little spittle droplets and the like. The doctor also said to get extra sleep. Well, yeah, that would be nice. But I can't really afford to.
My mother is convinced that I'm going to end up in the hospital and wants me to not go to class. My advisers are trying to schedule additional meetings with me to make sure things are ready for the summer and next year and appointments.
I feel like I should have them email each other and fight this out.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Someone else
Apparently I haven't been myself lately and people are worried.
Last night, I came home from meetings (at about 11:30) to what I can only describe as an intervention (like from How I Met Your Mother, but without the banner). Roomie 4 and the person titled "Car" from a previous blog post, both former METR majors and crazy northerners, apparently have decided that I appear absolutely miserable in meteorology. Indeed, the abusive relationship we've all joked about has apparently gone too far this semester. I've been stressed about a dynamics test, made a joke about pulling two all-nighters in a row, and people worried.
But apparently they aren't the only concerned ones. Roomie 6 says I haven't been myself for the last week or so, but had trouble describing in what way.
So last night, instead of sitting around stressing about/studying for my dynamics test after all my meetings, I sat around and stressed about everything that could possibly be responsible for a change in attitude.
Class: Dynamics does have me miserable. I don't pay as much attention as I should in class. I fall behind until the exams, and then I try to catch up. It's a horrible method. I've been having to get excessive help from my classmates on assignments, making me feel like an insufferable mooch, and even with their help, I haven't been doing that well on the assignments. It's actually possible that I'll fail dynamics, but it's really hard to say until the end of the semester. First midterm (but we get to drop one of the three scores), I got 55; class average was 65; he tends not to curve grades that much (the 65 might just barely be considered passing). So if I fail, I can either set myself back a full year to retake it and finish the degree, or I can drop it. I'm planning on the latter. If I change my meteorology major to a minor, I'm completely done taking those classes, Econ becomes my only major, and I can graduate on time. In fact, I could graduate early (but I won't). Perks: not in any more of these classes I'm "suffering" through, graduating on time means entering grad school in August which makes it easier to get a Graduate assistant position, not worrying about what to do with the spring semester after I graduate, free time. Problems: I've never seen myself as the "kind of person" (whatever that means) who graduates with a degree in a social science. It feels like taking the easy way out. No extra semester means no extra summer means no time to study abroad.
Housing: It's just been busy. Elections are today and tomorrow. We're getting our delegation ready for the conference we're attending in late May. I'll soon be in my official capacity as president-elect. I've got a program on Thursday. I've realized that I (and the people in my position the last two years) have been out of compliance with our organization's constitution and I need to play catch-up to fix it. After elections, appointments. It's just a busy time. And that on top of this no-pressure-whatsoever-other-than-determining-the-fate-of-my-bachelor's-degree dynamics test has been stressful.
Money. Whenever I finish paying off the bursar for my meal plan, I'll have so little in my bank account that I literally cannot afford gas for a round trip home and back to school.
Baby: I can't visit my niece until she's about two months old. And even then, see the section above (Money).
And of course, guys. My angst on this topic has backed off a little in the last two days, but for the week before that it's been really high. It's stupid and I'm sick of it.
And I was supposed to be reading for an assignment, not blogging. Also, studying.
Last night, I came home from meetings (at about 11:30) to what I can only describe as an intervention (like from How I Met Your Mother, but without the banner). Roomie 4 and the person titled "Car" from a previous blog post, both former METR majors and crazy northerners, apparently have decided that I appear absolutely miserable in meteorology. Indeed, the abusive relationship we've all joked about has apparently gone too far this semester. I've been stressed about a dynamics test, made a joke about pulling two all-nighters in a row, and people worried.
But apparently they aren't the only concerned ones. Roomie 6 says I haven't been myself for the last week or so, but had trouble describing in what way.
So last night, instead of sitting around stressing about/studying for my dynamics test after all my meetings, I sat around and stressed about everything that could possibly be responsible for a change in attitude.
Class: Dynamics does have me miserable. I don't pay as much attention as I should in class. I fall behind until the exams, and then I try to catch up. It's a horrible method. I've been having to get excessive help from my classmates on assignments, making me feel like an insufferable mooch, and even with their help, I haven't been doing that well on the assignments. It's actually possible that I'll fail dynamics, but it's really hard to say until the end of the semester. First midterm (but we get to drop one of the three scores), I got 55; class average was 65; he tends not to curve grades that much (the 65 might just barely be considered passing). So if I fail, I can either set myself back a full year to retake it and finish the degree, or I can drop it. I'm planning on the latter. If I change my meteorology major to a minor, I'm completely done taking those classes, Econ becomes my only major, and I can graduate on time. In fact, I could graduate early (but I won't). Perks: not in any more of these classes I'm "suffering" through, graduating on time means entering grad school in August which makes it easier to get a Graduate assistant position, not worrying about what to do with the spring semester after I graduate, free time. Problems: I've never seen myself as the "kind of person" (whatever that means) who graduates with a degree in a social science. It feels like taking the easy way out. No extra semester means no extra summer means no time to study abroad.
Housing: It's just been busy. Elections are today and tomorrow. We're getting our delegation ready for the conference we're attending in late May. I'll soon be in my official capacity as president-elect. I've got a program on Thursday. I've realized that I (and the people in my position the last two years) have been out of compliance with our organization's constitution and I need to play catch-up to fix it. After elections, appointments. It's just a busy time. And that on top of this no-pressure-whatsoever-other-than-determining-the-fate-of-my-bachelor's-degree dynamics test has been stressful.
Money. Whenever I finish paying off the bursar for my meal plan, I'll have so little in my bank account that I literally cannot afford gas for a round trip home and back to school.
Baby: I can't visit my niece until she's about two months old. And even then, see the section above (Money).
And of course, guys. My angst on this topic has backed off a little in the last two days, but for the week before that it's been really high. It's stupid and I'm sick of it.
And I was supposed to be reading for an assignment, not blogging. Also, studying.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Un-preview
Since the "preview" post of two weeks ago:
- Fight with roomie 4 got resolved. And then things continued to be awkward for a while, and then I was an adult and asked what was still bothering her and they finished getting resolved.
- Things with boy progressed and then abruptly stopped because he's "not ready for anything serious" or anything that will eventually become serious and I know it's not good for me to hold on and wait for him to be ready.
- I got nicely lectured for falling behind on some of my housing work, played catch-up really well.
- I realized I can't afford to go anywhere for spring break because I'm a broke college student with no source of income.
- I'm not talking details, but I got my mind caught up on another guy who's not actually an option. Still, I can't stop myself from thinking about him as though he is, because it's kind of the only hope I've got right now. I'm really unhappy with the fact that I'm less than two months from turning 21 and I've never had a relationship, or even anything close to one. So that's depressing and actually been detracting from my sleep a little bit.
- I'm running unopposed for Housing president, so that's a sure thing for next year. Hooray. Which means I'm now planning out my crazy-busy next couple semesters, including summer. I'll be staying on campus for the summer, with possible occasional trips home, although I'm not sure how I'm supposed to afford it... Also not sure how I'm supposed to afford other trips I'd really like to go on, including one to a conference for people interested in making a career out of housing.
- On a note relevant to that last bit: My dad is really bad at hiding the fact that he's at least a little disappointed that I'm not going to do meteorology as a career. Mostly I find this funny. But yeah, it's also a little sad.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Longest Week in a Long While
Some of my optimism from last week has deflated a bit.
I spent most of the week in a fight with roomie 4. So that was awesome. And things with boy are moving slower than I had initially hoped/expected. I also had two tests and a large quiz and there were a million RSA events, and it was filing week for elections--turns out I'm not running unopposed, at least for now.
And with those general remarks in place, I leave you, because I'm on my phone and only meant to preview anyway. Details will follow in next post.
I spent most of the week in a fight with roomie 4. So that was awesome. And things with boy are moving slower than I had initially hoped/expected. I also had two tests and a large quiz and there were a million RSA events, and it was filing week for elections--turns out I'm not running unopposed, at least for now.
And with those general remarks in place, I leave you, because I'm on my phone and only meant to preview anyway. Details will follow in next post.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Optimistic
At the end of my last post, I kind of attempted to preview what would be written in this one, and I said it was "mostly optimistic" but also kind of "goes back and forth." Well, by recent turn of events, it's entirely optimistic. Hooray.
So, big group went to Pink & Black Ball. But before that, we went to another event in the Union (same night, same building, same floor, same start time). OU Improv was having a show that night. And there happens to be a guy in OUI who I am quite into and, in fact, asked out last weekend. Starting from the top...
Met him previously at a friend's party. Invited him to our party last weekend, and texted him afterward to ask if he wanted to go out sometime. His response: "Yes, but..."
He said he was very interested, but there was a complicated situation involving another girl he had asked out a week or so before that. She gave him a "No, but..." and they were hanging out more and he still wasn't sure what was happening with it. But again, he said he was very interested and wanted to hang out more and grab lunch (we have class together right before lunch time) and still see what happened.
So, for the last week, I've been bipolarly bouncing between optimism and pessimism in regards to whether he's going to choose me or this other girl or neither or what. But we did hang out, and we did grab lunch, and I invited him with our group to get dinner one night, and I suggested he join up with us at Pink & Black Ball, where I'm happy to report I didn't kill anyone. Although I did give the best-used death glare of my life.
Anyway... went to his improv show, and then we went to the dance with the group and had a good time. And then we joined Megan and a friend of hers (who she knows she shouldn't trust and who I don't trust at all and dramadramadrama, but whatever) to go to Waffle House. And on the way back, sitting in the back of the car together, we held hands. awwwwwww....
I'm aware that this is ridiculous and middle school-ish and whatever. It's adorable and it makes me happy. Plus, I never had that in middle school either.
So the four of us went back to the apartment and played a round of Fluxx. And then Megan and her friend chatted and I chatted with boy, and then Megan's friend left and Megan was getting ready for bed and I was still chatting with boy. And he said that the complicatedness before had since dissolved, and if I was still interested we should go get dinner sometime.
And now I no longer have to bounce between optimism and pessimism. I just have to find time to grab dinner.
So, big group went to Pink & Black Ball. But before that, we went to another event in the Union (same night, same building, same floor, same start time). OU Improv was having a show that night. And there happens to be a guy in OUI who I am quite into and, in fact, asked out last weekend. Starting from the top...
Met him previously at a friend's party. Invited him to our party last weekend, and texted him afterward to ask if he wanted to go out sometime. His response: "Yes, but..."
He said he was very interested, but there was a complicated situation involving another girl he had asked out a week or so before that. She gave him a "No, but..." and they were hanging out more and he still wasn't sure what was happening with it. But again, he said he was very interested and wanted to hang out more and grab lunch (we have class together right before lunch time) and still see what happened.
So, for the last week, I've been bipolarly bouncing between optimism and pessimism in regards to whether he's going to choose me or this other girl or neither or what. But we did hang out, and we did grab lunch, and I invited him with our group to get dinner one night, and I suggested he join up with us at Pink & Black Ball, where I'm happy to report I didn't kill anyone. Although I did give the best-used death glare of my life.
Anyway... went to his improv show, and then we went to the dance with the group and had a good time. And then we joined Megan and a friend of hers (who she knows she shouldn't trust and who I don't trust at all and dramadramadrama, but whatever) to go to Waffle House. And on the way back, sitting in the back of the car together, we held hands. awwwwwww....
I'm aware that this is ridiculous and middle school-ish and whatever. It's adorable and it makes me happy. Plus, I never had that in middle school either.
So the four of us went back to the apartment and played a round of Fluxx. And then Megan and her friend chatted and I chatted with boy, and then Megan's friend left and Megan was getting ready for bed and I was still chatting with boy. And he said that the complicatedness before had since dissolved, and if I was still interested we should go get dinner sometime.
And now I no longer have to bounce between optimism and pessimism. I just have to find time to grab dinner.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Ballin'...
Yes, this is just super-fantastic... Awesome. Ballin'...
There are two balls coming up in the next two weekends. One of them is the Awkward Ball, my HCSA Weekend program for this semester. Huge budget, awesome DJ, lots of food, fantastic publicity...
The second (well, first if we go chronologically) is the Pink & Black Ball. I've had a blast at it since freshman year. It's a charity event--all ticket sales go to Susan G. Komen foundation, and it has great food, and lots of citrus punch, and everyone gets excited about it. Even I'm excited about it, and it's a dance. Whhhutwut. So if this is so awesome, why did my first sentence here sound so sarcastic?
Well, it's been a few months since I've said anything on this blog about it, but the problem here... is Richard. I've encountered him a few times on campus this year. I walked into a building for class one day as he was walking in. Very brief eye contact was made. And then I made the decision to stop being so aggressively pissed at him. Seeing any sign of him (such as his incredibly recognizable car) on campus made me want to... do things that involve crime, but I'm not saying what, because then if someone else does any of those things (he has a lot of enemies) I will be blamed. Anywho... I decided to try to stop caring. Which, admittedly, is a lot easier said than done, but I've calmed down a bit.
The other day, I got out of bed (on the Saturday after almost a set of Tues-Fri snow days) to find his car parked directly outside my window with only one car between his and mine. Fuuuuuuck. And then I made some irresponsible decisions that were effectively consequence-less, and then we hosted a party which included similar decisions, and was similarly consequence-less. But yeah. It kind of... it killed me that he could get so close and there wasn't shit I could do about it. Well, not quite nothing. We came up with some good ideas, like piling up the snow behind his vehicle so he couldn't get out. But that would've taken a lot of work. So instead I threw a single snowball. Gasp. I'm so violent.
He's going to be at Pink & Black Ball.
I don't want that to get to me the way it is, but... it's getting to me. A lot. And I'm worried about that night. Hopefully roomies 4 and 6 will be able to talk enough sense into me that I won't get arrested for violent crimes at a public, charity event. I feel like that sort of behavior would be considered bad PR.
But I'll try.
(There's another event on the same night as Pink & Black, by the way, but I'm saving the details on that one for the next blog post, which will probably be soon, since I'm actually planning it already. But it's too optimistic for me to combine it with this same post. Well... mostly optimistic. It kind of goes back and forth. Long story, made for another day.)
There are two balls coming up in the next two weekends. One of them is the Awkward Ball, my HCSA Weekend program for this semester. Huge budget, awesome DJ, lots of food, fantastic publicity...
The second (well, first if we go chronologically) is the Pink & Black Ball. I've had a blast at it since freshman year. It's a charity event--all ticket sales go to Susan G. Komen foundation, and it has great food, and lots of citrus punch, and everyone gets excited about it. Even I'm excited about it, and it's a dance. Whhhutwut. So if this is so awesome, why did my first sentence here sound so sarcastic?
Well, it's been a few months since I've said anything on this blog about it, but the problem here... is Richard. I've encountered him a few times on campus this year. I walked into a building for class one day as he was walking in. Very brief eye contact was made. And then I made the decision to stop being so aggressively pissed at him. Seeing any sign of him (such as his incredibly recognizable car) on campus made me want to... do things that involve crime, but I'm not saying what, because then if someone else does any of those things (he has a lot of enemies) I will be blamed. Anywho... I decided to try to stop caring. Which, admittedly, is a lot easier said than done, but I've calmed down a bit.
The other day, I got out of bed (on the Saturday after almost a set of Tues-Fri snow days) to find his car parked directly outside my window with only one car between his and mine. Fuuuuuuck. And then I made some irresponsible decisions that were effectively consequence-less, and then we hosted a party which included similar decisions, and was similarly consequence-less. But yeah. It kind of... it killed me that he could get so close and there wasn't shit I could do about it. Well, not quite nothing. We came up with some good ideas, like piling up the snow behind his vehicle so he couldn't get out. But that would've taken a lot of work. So instead I threw a single snowball. Gasp. I'm so violent.
He's going to be at Pink & Black Ball.
I don't want that to get to me the way it is, but... it's getting to me. A lot. And I'm worried about that night. Hopefully roomies 4 and 6 will be able to talk enough sense into me that I won't get arrested for violent crimes at a public, charity event. I feel like that sort of behavior would be considered bad PR.
But I'll try.
(There's another event on the same night as Pink & Black, by the way, but I'm saving the details on that one for the next blog post, which will probably be soon, since I'm actually planning it already. But it's too optimistic for me to combine it with this same post. Well... mostly optimistic. It kind of goes back and forth. Long story, made for another day.)
Friday, February 4, 2011
People
Social interaction just isn't my forte this week. Whoever I'm with, I've wanted to be with someone else. When I'm with a group, I want one-on-one; when I'm alone with one or two people, I'd rather be with the whole crowd.
I went up to the res halls today for lunch, and ended up hanging out there (and sitting in on an interview to fill the position of Couch RSA; I suppose I never mentioned this, but my successor transferred away for the semester because of grades) until dinner time. At that point, I was picked up by 2, 4, and a mutual from of 4 and myself (called Car for today, as I believe that's the primary reason he joined us: his was free of snow/ice) went up to Campus Corner and grabbed dinner. And then we all came back and played Guitar Hero, and I did some online homework. And then I took a break and played Guitar Hero and now Car is gone and 2 and 4 are in bed and everyone else is... wherever they are.
While at the res halls with the entire exec team, I was thinking I wanted to be alone doing homework (although goodness knows I wouldn't have) or perhaps alone with 6, being mutually mopey. I feel like I haven't seen her all that much, because she's been stuck up at the res halls keeping her office open, and even when she's not, she's been chillin' with exec. Which is cool, but makes me sad because it's not with me because getting up there would take me either 20 minutes or the guts to drive and attempt to park on campus during the day. When there are other people on the roads as well.
And when we went to dinner, I kind of wanted to be back with the exec group. And then we came back to the apartment and I wanted to be with the group but also wanted to be alone, so I opted for homework. Which made me want to socialize again, but not really with 4 and Car who were still playing Guitar Hero. And then I was antisocial some more and then I went back out to the living room and played GH on single player but with 4 and Car still in the room. Not a very good hostess, I'll willingly admit. But really, I just wanted to be with exec again, who, according to a text from 6, were "playing board games and having awkward conversations." I get that I left them, but... I wish I had been personally invited back. Which is pathetic and makes me sound like a friend who says things like that *ALL THE TIME* and really annoys me. But it would be nice not to feel like I'm imposing when I want to play. Or something.
I'm tired. My eyes are aching to close. My brain is... well, too tired to be doing more homework, although that probably doesn't say much. But emotionally, I'm a little too awake right now, and I don't think I'm likely to fall asleep without crying pathetically about how lonely I am. That's ridiculous. It really is. Pathetic. The only word for it. I... just need to suck it up and start inviting myself to shit. And then walking home alone in the cold and dark way late at night. Yeah, great idea.
I went up to the res halls today for lunch, and ended up hanging out there (and sitting in on an interview to fill the position of Couch RSA; I suppose I never mentioned this, but my successor transferred away for the semester because of grades) until dinner time. At that point, I was picked up by 2, 4, and a mutual from of 4 and myself (called Car for today, as I believe that's the primary reason he joined us: his was free of snow/ice) went up to Campus Corner and grabbed dinner. And then we all came back and played Guitar Hero, and I did some online homework. And then I took a break and played Guitar Hero and now Car is gone and 2 and 4 are in bed and everyone else is... wherever they are.
While at the res halls with the entire exec team, I was thinking I wanted to be alone doing homework (although goodness knows I wouldn't have) or perhaps alone with 6, being mutually mopey. I feel like I haven't seen her all that much, because she's been stuck up at the res halls keeping her office open, and even when she's not, she's been chillin' with exec. Which is cool, but makes me sad because it's not with me because getting up there would take me either 20 minutes or the guts to drive and attempt to park on campus during the day. When there are other people on the roads as well.
And when we went to dinner, I kind of wanted to be back with the exec group. And then we came back to the apartment and I wanted to be with the group but also wanted to be alone, so I opted for homework. Which made me want to socialize again, but not really with 4 and Car who were still playing Guitar Hero. And then I was antisocial some more and then I went back out to the living room and played GH on single player but with 4 and Car still in the room. Not a very good hostess, I'll willingly admit. But really, I just wanted to be with exec again, who, according to a text from 6, were "playing board games and having awkward conversations." I get that I left them, but... I wish I had been personally invited back. Which is pathetic and makes me sound like a friend who says things like that *ALL THE TIME* and really annoys me. But it would be nice not to feel like I'm imposing when I want to play. Or something.
I'm tired. My eyes are aching to close. My brain is... well, too tired to be doing more homework, although that probably doesn't say much. But emotionally, I'm a little too awake right now, and I don't think I'm likely to fall asleep without crying pathetically about how lonely I am. That's ridiculous. It really is. Pathetic. The only word for it. I... just need to suck it up and start inviting myself to shit. And then walking home alone in the cold and dark way late at night. Yeah, great idea.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Snowman?
Snowpocalypse? Snowmageddon? SNOWtorious B.I.G.? People have decided to call it all sorts of things. The short version is that I'm probably going to be snowed in for a couple days. Which isn't even so much a matter of "I can't go anywhere because of snow/blizzard/whatever" as "Nobody will be open because of [whatever]."
Officially, we're under a blizzard warning now. One model is saying we'll get as many as 20 inches of snow. Most are a bit more conservative, but estimates are hovering in the 10-12" range, for the most part (my personal guess is maybe 9"). Along with up to a quarter inch of ice. So far, we've had thundersleet. Epic thundersleet, I would argue. The lightning really reflects around the sky when you're dealing with frozen precip. And the thunder... well, it's loud. I can't say I've really seen much like it before.
Roomies 2, 4, and myself decided that just as the thundersleet was starting would be the perfect time to go to Walmart. Why? Because we're crazy and realized we're about to be stuck in the apartment for easily three days.
Class has already been canceled for Tuesday. Everyone is counting on Wednesday to be canceled too--if not for the snow/ice on the roads, then for the cold (wind chills as low as -15. That's not really a thing in Oklahoma). Thursday and Friday are kind of up in the air. We'll probably get at least one of them off, because the school has a tendency of giving a sort of safety-net day, for people who live down crazy back roads that won't be cleared until it melts (which it won't until at least Friday).
But this is uninteresting.
I've been sick for the last two weeks or so, basically since the very start of school. Roomie 4 gave it to me (she caught it in Iowa... shock). Started with a sore throat and lots of sinus pressure; sinus gave way to a very low-grade fever; fever broke after a couple days (during which I adequately ignored it/kept it at bay with Tylenol) and the sore throat turned to a hacking cough. Now I'm left with just the cough, but it's gotten significantly worse. It was enough to give me a headache within 20 minutes of waking up this morning. I've finally resigned myself to cough syrup, which I've tried to avoid since childhood. My gag reflex tends to try to preempt the cherry flavor at just the thought. That was a poorly constructed sentence, but you get the point. Roomie 4 threatened me with a knife 'til I threw it back like a shot and chased it with grape juice, and I'm thankful she did because it worked wonders overnight. Unfortunately, it's a super-drowsiness-inducing one, so I can't take it during the day.
I haven't let being sick interfere with my booming social schedule. Which is to say that I've DD'd a couple parties that I didn't actually attend, went to a movie, and have even made new friends that I can eat lunch with. Wutwut! Including a boy who I've maybe got at least a baby crush on. But we're not encouraging this because boys are dumb and lead to problems. *Ahem* I'm focusing on my studies and work now. TOTALLY.
Weekend program is February 19. Apparently someone invited Dick to the facebook event. I didn't know this, seeing as he blocked me a few months ago, but Roomie 6 reports that he's listed as "not attending". Thank god. I'm pretty sure if he showed up, I would cry. That aside, I'm really excited for the program. I'm a little worried now because I'm going to have trouble getting the payment through in time for a DJ... but we'll make it happen. And the rest of the event is super super awesome. I'm especially proud of my publicity, which I worked very hard on. It looks even better printed, but it's pretty schnazzy.
(Click for full-size. Oh, and roomie 6 is the lovely model in blue on the right side.)
Officially, we're under a blizzard warning now. One model is saying we'll get as many as 20 inches of snow. Most are a bit more conservative, but estimates are hovering in the 10-12" range, for the most part (my personal guess is maybe 9"). Along with up to a quarter inch of ice. So far, we've had thundersleet. Epic thundersleet, I would argue. The lightning really reflects around the sky when you're dealing with frozen precip. And the thunder... well, it's loud. I can't say I've really seen much like it before.
Roomies 2, 4, and myself decided that just as the thundersleet was starting would be the perfect time to go to Walmart. Why? Because we're crazy and realized we're about to be stuck in the apartment for easily three days.
Class has already been canceled for Tuesday. Everyone is counting on Wednesday to be canceled too--if not for the snow/ice on the roads, then for the cold (wind chills as low as -15. That's not really a thing in Oklahoma). Thursday and Friday are kind of up in the air. We'll probably get at least one of them off, because the school has a tendency of giving a sort of safety-net day, for people who live down crazy back roads that won't be cleared until it melts (which it won't until at least Friday).
But this is uninteresting.
I've been sick for the last two weeks or so, basically since the very start of school. Roomie 4 gave it to me (she caught it in Iowa... shock). Started with a sore throat and lots of sinus pressure; sinus gave way to a very low-grade fever; fever broke after a couple days (during which I adequately ignored it/kept it at bay with Tylenol) and the sore throat turned to a hacking cough. Now I'm left with just the cough, but it's gotten significantly worse. It was enough to give me a headache within 20 minutes of waking up this morning. I've finally resigned myself to cough syrup, which I've tried to avoid since childhood. My gag reflex tends to try to preempt the cherry flavor at just the thought. That was a poorly constructed sentence, but you get the point. Roomie 4 threatened me with a knife 'til I threw it back like a shot and chased it with grape juice, and I'm thankful she did because it worked wonders overnight. Unfortunately, it's a super-drowsiness-inducing one, so I can't take it during the day.
I haven't let being sick interfere with my booming social schedule. Which is to say that I've DD'd a couple parties that I didn't actually attend, went to a movie, and have even made new friends that I can eat lunch with. Wutwut! Including a boy who I've maybe got at least a baby crush on. But we're not encouraging this because boys are dumb and lead to problems. *Ahem* I'm focusing on my studies and work now. TOTALLY.
Weekend program is February 19. Apparently someone invited Dick to the facebook event. I didn't know this, seeing as he blocked me a few months ago, but Roomie 6 reports that he's listed as "not attending". Thank god. I'm pretty sure if he showed up, I would cry. That aside, I'm really excited for the program. I'm a little worried now because I'm going to have trouble getting the payment through in time for a DJ... but we'll make it happen. And the rest of the event is super super awesome. I'm especially proud of my publicity, which I worked very hard on. It looks even better printed, but it's pretty schnazzy.
(Click for full-size. Oh, and roomie 6 is the lovely model in blue on the right side.)
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