- Sam Bradford ("my boyfriend"--I wish) won the Heisman. BOOMER SOONER!
- The same night he did that, I saw the play "Dog Sees God," a parody of sorts on Charles M. Schulz's Peanuts comics. The premise behind the play is "what if the characters grew up and went to high school?" I had seen bits of it used before as a speech piece, but the show as a whole is definitely worth seeing. By the end, I was crying my eyes out, hugging the friends I was with, and in a general "I love you, everybody!" type mood. Alice actually acted on that and texted "I love you" to everyone in her cell phone (including her ex-boyfriend, someone who she doesn't know, and Kate and me, who were sitting at the table with her at the time). It deals with serious issues, but it's also comedic. Moreover, the acting was phenomenal. Nothing was overdone, nothing seemed forced. It was pretty much perfect--impressive, considering this was actually just a play being put on by one of the freshman-level acting classes.
Monday, December 15, 2008
1 down, 3 to go
But more important than finals:
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Finals Time
Ew.
I could end the post there, but I won't.
I am currently in the middle of Dead Week, the week before finals. To my knowledge, OU does not officially recognize Dead Week. Some schools will give you the week off of classes so you can study for finals. Others will at least give you the last Thursday and Friday before finals off. I heard rumor that OU has a policy that no assignment or test or anything worth more than 5% of your total grade will be given during the course of the week. But I've also had friends who have had to turn in major papers this week, so that rumor may have no truth to it whatsoever.
In order to deprive myself of potential distractions, I asked Shannon to change my facebook password for me for the next two weeks. She's on strict orders to log me in if I ask her to, but since I am always afraid of being an annoyance, I don't ask often. Even so, she sometimes refuses to log me in, probably for the best of all possible reasons.
My finals schedule goes like this:
Monday 8:00-10:00 AM German (this final is cumulative, and I'm somewhat worried about it--10% of our final grade)
Monday 7:30-9:30 PM Chemistry (Not cumulative, but essentially it covers the entire second half of the semester. I'm not entirely worried, but I definitely need to study)
Tuesday 8:00-10:00 AM Calc (Ew. Just... ew. Cumulative, extremely important. Rather worried, especially since I won't have much time to study between Chem and Calc)
Thursday 8:00-10:00 AM Understanding Music (I'm not really worried about it. Not cumulative. But I definitely need to review my notes and read the assigned pages in the book)
As far as I can tell, I'll be leaving OU late Friday morning, but I'm not absolutely sure. It might turn into early afternoon. All I know is that I don't have a final that morning but the person I'm riding with does. I know also that I need to pick up my check from work before I leave. Fortunately, our winter schedule (which I am not on, seeing as I'll be out of town) starts that week, so I won't have to work in between finals. Lots of studying. Yay, I guess.
Thursday afternoon-night I guess I'll be packing and cleaning up the RSA office. Yay. Not a whole lot of fun, but it needs to be done. I'm still trying to figure out what I'll need to bring home. And I'm worried about all my food going bad. I have way too much food in this room. It may be a problem.
It will be less of a problem after break, though, because Shannon will be moving in, and then I'll have a roommate to help me eat all my food. And then I'll have a roommate to do Hip-Hop Abs with.
I could end the post there, but I won't.
I am currently in the middle of Dead Week, the week before finals. To my knowledge, OU does not officially recognize Dead Week. Some schools will give you the week off of classes so you can study for finals. Others will at least give you the last Thursday and Friday before finals off. I heard rumor that OU has a policy that no assignment or test or anything worth more than 5% of your total grade will be given during the course of the week. But I've also had friends who have had to turn in major papers this week, so that rumor may have no truth to it whatsoever.
In order to deprive myself of potential distractions, I asked Shannon to change my facebook password for me for the next two weeks. She's on strict orders to log me in if I ask her to, but since I am always afraid of being an annoyance, I don't ask often. Even so, she sometimes refuses to log me in, probably for the best of all possible reasons.
My finals schedule goes like this:
Monday 8:00-10:00 AM German (this final is cumulative, and I'm somewhat worried about it--10% of our final grade)
Monday 7:30-9:30 PM Chemistry (Not cumulative, but essentially it covers the entire second half of the semester. I'm not entirely worried, but I definitely need to study)
Tuesday 8:00-10:00 AM Calc (Ew. Just... ew. Cumulative, extremely important. Rather worried, especially since I won't have much time to study between Chem and Calc)
Thursday 8:00-10:00 AM Understanding Music (I'm not really worried about it. Not cumulative. But I definitely need to review my notes and read the assigned pages in the book)
As far as I can tell, I'll be leaving OU late Friday morning, but I'm not absolutely sure. It might turn into early afternoon. All I know is that I don't have a final that morning but the person I'm riding with does. I know also that I need to pick up my check from work before I leave. Fortunately, our winter schedule (which I am not on, seeing as I'll be out of town) starts that week, so I won't have to work in between finals. Lots of studying. Yay, I guess.
Thursday afternoon-night I guess I'll be packing and cleaning up the RSA office. Yay. Not a whole lot of fun, but it needs to be done. I'm still trying to figure out what I'll need to bring home. And I'm worried about all my food going bad. I have way too much food in this room. It may be a problem.
It will be less of a problem after break, though, because Shannon will be moving in, and then I'll have a roommate to help me eat all my food. And then I'll have a roommate to do Hip-Hop Abs with.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Welcome Home
Being back in Minnesota was a nice change of pace, but I'm really glad to be back. Well, except for the fact that I'm all alone.
I arrived back in Minnesota on Tuesday night, right on schedule. I made my way through the airport, debated picking up Caribou in the airport, decided against it, went to the car. From there, I greeted Akshatha and my father, and then got Caribou in Apple Valley. We dropped Akshatha at her house briefly so I could get all my stuff out of the car and settle in at home a bit, then made our way to Perkins for a get-together with a few friends. In total, there were eight of us and, well, I tried. I tried to help everyone get along. I tried to make it a fun night for all involved. Inevitably, though, there was some awkwardness, because the people there represented four different groups I hang out with.
After dinner, April drove me home and we hung out in the driveway for a while, just chatting. I filled her in on the goings-on at OU, the experiences I've had, the friends I've made, the groups I've joined. She filled me in on everything that she is still up to. It was really nice; we connected just like the old days. We had kind of stopped hanging out in the later years of high school, mostly because she went to SES and simply wasn't around as much. Still, we seemed to pick up almost exactly where we left off.
Wednesday I visited the high school with Akshatha. We got to see a lot of our old teachers, although I can think of at least two that we missed, and that made me quite sad. After that, I had a dentist appointment, was warned to floss more (and I have since then, but we'll see how long it lasts).
Thursday we cooked food and ate food and enjoyed food and each other's company as a family: my mother and father, my sister and her husband, and me. Things went mostly smoothly, I think. Around 6 p.m. I fell asleep for about an hour on the loveseat. When I woke up, I decided to just go to bed--Big shopping plans for the morning. Unfortunately, I was unable to get myself back to sleep. I finished the book I was reading (very good), took a shower, and dinked around on the computer until about 2 a.m. By 3:40 I was up, dressed, in the car, and in the Kohl's parking lot, gawking at the length of the line. It was my first Black Friday shopping experience (and you never forget your first time).
We made it out of Kohl's by 5:30. At least half the time spent in that store was spent standing in line to check out. After that, Akshatha and I went to the Mall of America. It was shockingly slow there at that hour. I suppose there were a ton of people, but we were all so spread out that it didn't seem very busy at all. I took a bunch of pictures and acted like a tourist so that all my friends back in Oklahoma would get to see what the mall is like. I hope they are pleased. I also hope everyone is pleased by their amazing Christmas presents! I'm almost halfway done with that part of shopping now, and I have probably increased my own wardrobe by 50%. Not that that takes much, given how small my wardrobe is. Furthermore, I know Akshatha is pleased, because I introduced her to her new favorite store, Charlotte Russe. We both picked up applications in hopes of working there this summer or winter or something. After a full day of exhausting, painful shopping, we left the mall at about 2:00.
Saturday was a family gathering. There was a lot of prep involved, but we got it done, and that's all that really matters. I also got my Raspberry Mountain Dew from Kwik Trip, so it can't have been a total failure of a day.
At 1 on Sunday morning, I got together with Nyssa and David. Nyssa transferred me a bunch of music as well as D&D books, which makes me very happy. What does not make me happy is the fact that NONE of the Kate Nash music worked... :( It may not be a complete dead end. Perhaps it just needs to be converted or something. Then we went to Denny's, laughed a bunch, ran to Walmart and picked up a $6 swimsuit with the intentions of hitting the hot tub. That plan fell apart when Nyssa and I realized that we were dead tired and it was 4 a.m.
10 a.m. brunch with the direct family plus my aunt and uncle. 1 p.m. departure from the MSP airport to OKC. The plane coming back was nicer than the first one, and I got a window seat. Yay. A friend gave me a ride back to campus, because he was driving back from his house after break and the airport was basically on the way. It turns out that he and I are closer friends than I would have originally thought, and that's nice. I spent the rest of this evening napping instead of going to the concert I was supposed to go to. This leaves me a two options: 1. see if Shannon or Eddie or Thom has an extra program around from Eddie's concert and look the songs up on YouTube, or 2. Go to the concert tomorrow night at 8 p.m., which would mean biking straight from General Council to Catlett in quite a hurry and missing the RSA meeting. I don't know. The meeting might be important, since there's an event Tuesday night and we still need to make/hang publicity.
One last fun tidbit about the weekend: one friend specifically mentioned to me that she liked how "passionate" I am about everything, while another informed me that someone had referred to me as a "sheep," just a follower of the crowd. I don't particularly agree with either, though there may be truths to both, but I find the contrast very interesting. We see people how we want to see them.
I arrived back in Minnesota on Tuesday night, right on schedule. I made my way through the airport, debated picking up Caribou in the airport, decided against it, went to the car. From there, I greeted Akshatha and my father, and then got Caribou in Apple Valley. We dropped Akshatha at her house briefly so I could get all my stuff out of the car and settle in at home a bit, then made our way to Perkins for a get-together with a few friends. In total, there were eight of us and, well, I tried. I tried to help everyone get along. I tried to make it a fun night for all involved. Inevitably, though, there was some awkwardness, because the people there represented four different groups I hang out with.
After dinner, April drove me home and we hung out in the driveway for a while, just chatting. I filled her in on the goings-on at OU, the experiences I've had, the friends I've made, the groups I've joined. She filled me in on everything that she is still up to. It was really nice; we connected just like the old days. We had kind of stopped hanging out in the later years of high school, mostly because she went to SES and simply wasn't around as much. Still, we seemed to pick up almost exactly where we left off.
Wednesday I visited the high school with Akshatha. We got to see a lot of our old teachers, although I can think of at least two that we missed, and that made me quite sad. After that, I had a dentist appointment, was warned to floss more (and I have since then, but we'll see how long it lasts).
Thursday we cooked food and ate food and enjoyed food and each other's company as a family: my mother and father, my sister and her husband, and me. Things went mostly smoothly, I think. Around 6 p.m. I fell asleep for about an hour on the loveseat. When I woke up, I decided to just go to bed--Big shopping plans for the morning. Unfortunately, I was unable to get myself back to sleep. I finished the book I was reading (very good), took a shower, and dinked around on the computer until about 2 a.m. By 3:40 I was up, dressed, in the car, and in the Kohl's parking lot, gawking at the length of the line. It was my first Black Friday shopping experience (and you never forget your first time).
We made it out of Kohl's by 5:30. At least half the time spent in that store was spent standing in line to check out. After that, Akshatha and I went to the Mall of America. It was shockingly slow there at that hour. I suppose there were a ton of people, but we were all so spread out that it didn't seem very busy at all. I took a bunch of pictures and acted like a tourist so that all my friends back in Oklahoma would get to see what the mall is like. I hope they are pleased. I also hope everyone is pleased by their amazing Christmas presents! I'm almost halfway done with that part of shopping now, and I have probably increased my own wardrobe by 50%. Not that that takes much, given how small my wardrobe is. Furthermore, I know Akshatha is pleased, because I introduced her to her new favorite store, Charlotte Russe. We both picked up applications in hopes of working there this summer or winter or something. After a full day of exhausting, painful shopping, we left the mall at about 2:00.
Saturday was a family gathering. There was a lot of prep involved, but we got it done, and that's all that really matters. I also got my Raspberry Mountain Dew from Kwik Trip, so it can't have been a total failure of a day.
At 1 on Sunday morning, I got together with Nyssa and David. Nyssa transferred me a bunch of music as well as D&D books, which makes me very happy. What does not make me happy is the fact that NONE of the Kate Nash music worked... :( It may not be a complete dead end. Perhaps it just needs to be converted or something. Then we went to Denny's, laughed a bunch, ran to Walmart and picked up a $6 swimsuit with the intentions of hitting the hot tub. That plan fell apart when Nyssa and I realized that we were dead tired and it was 4 a.m.
10 a.m. brunch with the direct family plus my aunt and uncle. 1 p.m. departure from the MSP airport to OKC. The plane coming back was nicer than the first one, and I got a window seat. Yay. A friend gave me a ride back to campus, because he was driving back from his house after break and the airport was basically on the way. It turns out that he and I are closer friends than I would have originally thought, and that's nice. I spent the rest of this evening napping instead of going to the concert I was supposed to go to. This leaves me a two options: 1. see if Shannon or Eddie or Thom has an extra program around from Eddie's concert and look the songs up on YouTube, or 2. Go to the concert tomorrow night at 8 p.m., which would mean biking straight from General Council to Catlett in quite a hurry and missing the RSA meeting. I don't know. The meeting might be important, since there's an event Tuesday night and we still need to make/hang publicity.
One last fun tidbit about the weekend: one friend specifically mentioned to me that she liked how "passionate" I am about everything, while another informed me that someone had referred to me as a "sheep," just a follower of the crowd. I don't particularly agree with either, though there may be truths to both, but I find the contrast very interesting. We see people how we want to see them.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Another change in plans?
Maybe I will be getting a roommate after all, but this time there's really no anxiety involved in the change. Shannon and roommate are having serious issues. I will detail those at a later date, because right now I kind of want to sleep, but basically it will come down to one of them moving out. If that one happens to be Alicia, fine. That means Shannon and I will both have singles. If it's Shannon, she's coming to join me. I know that will work out because we're basically best friends, we have the same sleep schedules, the same friends, the same shoe size, the same Blue Man Group t-shirt, had the same job at Papa Murphy's... It will work out. I just don't want to see her in the kind of emotional turmoil Alicia puts her through. It really hurts me to see her so upset.
Perhaps I sympathize too strongly.
Perhaps I sympathize too strongly.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sleep=fail
I probably will not sleep properly for the next several days.
Friday night: Work, RSA Event (Bring Your Own Game Night)
Saturday: Work, hanging out with Alice and Shannon
Wee hours of Sunday morning: Taking Alice to the airport so she can go home to New Jersey. Walmart run?
Sunday: Maybe I'll sleep a little, but I imagine I'll try to get homework done as well. Then, a concert so I can do a concert report for Understanding Music.
Monday: Classes, more classes, meetings, more meetings, Thanksgiving event for RSA (Gobblin' Good Time!)
Tuesday: Math, then to the airport a bit early so Kate can catch her 4:00 flight home to CT. My flight leaves at 5:47, and I'll be home around 7:57, I think.
Hopefully I'll manage to get several hours of sleep on the two-hour flight, because I don't really intend to sleep over break either, sadly. As it turns out, I want to spend every waking moment visitng people, but there just aren't enough waking moments in days when you waste 8 hours sleeping.
As one friend put it:
Friday night: Work, RSA Event (Bring Your Own Game Night)
Saturday: Work, hanging out with Alice and Shannon
Wee hours of Sunday morning: Taking Alice to the airport so she can go home to New Jersey. Walmart run?
Sunday: Maybe I'll sleep a little, but I imagine I'll try to get homework done as well. Then, a concert so I can do a concert report for Understanding Music.
Monday: Classes, more classes, meetings, more meetings, Thanksgiving event for RSA (Gobblin' Good Time!)
Tuesday: Math, then to the airport a bit early so Kate can catch her 4:00 flight home to CT. My flight leaves at 5:47, and I'll be home around 7:57, I think.
Hopefully I'll manage to get several hours of sleep on the two-hour flight, because I don't really intend to sleep over break either, sadly. As it turns out, I want to spend every waking moment visitng people, but there just aren't enough waking moments in days when you waste 8 hours sleeping.
As one friend put it:
basically you can never have enough time to do the things you want to do
but some things are more important then others
and for us...sleep is not that important
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Good day
1) No new roommate. I was supposed to be getting one over the weekend, but she never came. I now have official word from my RA that she will not be coming. Something has changed (I don't know what or why). Whatever, that's fine by me. And once again, I probably won't be getting a new roommate at least until next semester. I could set up the guest bed again!
2) I've only gone to one class so far this week, but I don't think there will be any repercussions for it. I missed German, Understanding Music, and Chem lecture on Monday. The only one that isn't a giant lecture is German, but I e-mailed the teacher and she was very understanding. I explained (truthfully) that I was sick and didn't think it a good idea to attend class that morning. I didn't go to Goddard, but I am feeling much better now, so I'm not going to worry about it. Then today (yesterday, technically) I didn't go to math, once again because I woke up feeling somewhat ill (and also extremely tired). Then I got up later and headed to my chem recitation, but I arrived ten minutes late and class was already out. Nobody was left in the classroom. I called my lab partner; I had missed a bunch of exciting announcements that can basically be summed up by saying that the only class we have for the next three weeks is to check out of the lab. Awesome. So that's all good.
3) I made Akshatha extremely jealous, and every single one of you should be jealous as well: PostSecret's Frank Warren is coming to OU December 3rd! Squee! I'll definitely be attending and hopefully be getting my PostSecret book signed. Also, over break I'm going to go to the Minneapolis Public Library with Akshatha, because there's a PostSecret exhibit going on there through November 30th. Once again, squee!
4) Indian music! After my brief re-exposure to Indian music in Texas, I needed more so a friend of Akshatha's e-mailed me some, and now I have 6 songs or something. When I get home for Thanksgiving, I expect that collection to expand about 6 times over, at least.
5) Spaghettios, Grape Pop, Pizza Rolls, StumbleUpon. (One of these things is not quite like the others. Also, far more addicting)
Let's hope this all lasts.
2) I've only gone to one class so far this week, but I don't think there will be any repercussions for it. I missed German, Understanding Music, and Chem lecture on Monday. The only one that isn't a giant lecture is German, but I e-mailed the teacher and she was very understanding. I explained (truthfully) that I was sick and didn't think it a good idea to attend class that morning. I didn't go to Goddard, but I am feeling much better now, so I'm not going to worry about it. Then today (yesterday, technically) I didn't go to math, once again because I woke up feeling somewhat ill (and also extremely tired). Then I got up later and headed to my chem recitation, but I arrived ten minutes late and class was already out. Nobody was left in the classroom. I called my lab partner; I had missed a bunch of exciting announcements that can basically be summed up by saying that the only class we have for the next three weeks is to check out of the lab. Awesome. So that's all good.
3) I made Akshatha extremely jealous, and every single one of you should be jealous as well: PostSecret's Frank Warren is coming to OU December 3rd! Squee! I'll definitely be attending and hopefully be getting my PostSecret book signed. Also, over break I'm going to go to the Minneapolis Public Library with Akshatha, because there's a PostSecret exhibit going on there through November 30th. Once again, squee!
4) Indian music! After my brief re-exposure to Indian music in Texas, I needed more so a friend of Akshatha's e-mailed me some, and now I have 6 songs or something. When I get home for Thanksgiving, I expect that collection to expand about 6 times over, at least.
5) Spaghettios, Grape Pop, Pizza Rolls, StumbleUpon. (One of these things is not quite like the others. Also, far more addicting)
Let's hope this all lasts.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Texas
Did you know...
In Texas, the state flag is allowed to be flown higher than the U.S. flag? And quite often it is. The biggest thing I've noticed about Texas is that the people there have a lot of pride in their state. "Don't Mess With Texas" bumper stickers, the flag everywhere (a giant one was stretched across the visitors' side of the stadium at the drumline competition we went to), just... everywhere. Every bank had the word "Texas" in its name. So you'll never be in Texas without knowing it.
Anyway, I enjoyed Texas. Number one favorite thing: the Indian radio station. <3 Yay, Hindi music! It made me so happy. The only problem was that they didn't actually play as much music as I'd have liked. Lots and lots of talking. Oh, well. The other unfortunate bit was that my MP3 player couldn't pick it up, so I couldn't listen to it at night and stuff. Oh, well.
So, Saturday night we went to a drumline competition. I had a ton of fun, even though we actually didn't stay for much of it. It was kind of cold out, only about 40 degrees (reminded me of marching band season at home). I started reminiscing about pit. I miss it, but I'm still glad I switced to sax. Still, if our school had winter drumline, I'd have done it. We left after seeing only a few drumlines perform, though, because Shannon (Texan) and Richard (Californian) were cold. I'll post pictures, maybe, if I feel like it.
In Texas, the state flag is allowed to be flown higher than the U.S. flag? And quite often it is. The biggest thing I've noticed about Texas is that the people there have a lot of pride in their state. "Don't Mess With Texas" bumper stickers, the flag everywhere (a giant one was stretched across the visitors' side of the stadium at the drumline competition we went to), just... everywhere. Every bank had the word "Texas" in its name. So you'll never be in Texas without knowing it.
Anyway, I enjoyed Texas. Number one favorite thing: the Indian radio station. <3 Yay, Hindi music! It made me so happy. The only problem was that they didn't actually play as much music as I'd have liked. Lots and lots of talking. Oh, well. The other unfortunate bit was that my MP3 player couldn't pick it up, so I couldn't listen to it at night and stuff. Oh, well.
So, Saturday night we went to a drumline competition. I had a ton of fun, even though we actually didn't stay for much of it. It was kind of cold out, only about 40 degrees (reminded me of marching band season at home). I started reminiscing about pit. I miss it, but I'm still glad I switced to sax. Still, if our school had winter drumline, I'd have done it. We left after seeing only a few drumlines perform, though, because Shannon (Texan) and Richard (Californian) were cold. I'll post pictures, maybe, if I feel like it.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
That's how rumors get started
Haven't updated in more than a week--that's got to be a new record! Basically it comes down to the fact that things have been really odd lately, and I wanted to get them sorted out before telling too much about the details. I wasn't really sure where things were going or what was happening, but now I know, and now y'all (I still laugh at that word) will, too.
The real source of confusion and mayhem was, naturally, boys. Kingsley and I were getting along very well, even though we didn't exactly see each other very often over the last week. That may have something to do with the fact that I was avoiding him, I guess. Well, we kissed. That's as much I'm saying on that matter. Eventually, though, I stopped and asked where, exactly, it was going. After a whole lot of beating around the bush, he said "We can start dating, if that's what you want." Well, I thought it was. And then two days later I realized that I enjoyed his attention more than his actual company, and I avoided him for a while and then talked to him in private and told him that. He only said "Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me," and walked away. Alright, well, it was over with, and so I was relieved, and that's all that really mattered. Oh, wait. It's never that simple. So the next day he start chatting with me online and said it was his turn to talk. I agreed to meet with him, because I felt like that was only fair. I had a pretty sudden change in attitude and he hadn't asked me to elaborate before at all. So I kind of avoided him for a while, but in a relatively cooperative way. I texted him when I was done with class. He didn't respond, so I went out with Shannon and then he texted me while I was with her, and I told him I'd text on my way back, and he didn't really say much in response and then I had a chem test and, long story short, we didn't actually end up talking until about 12 am Thursday night.
In our talk we ended up discussing the fact that, yes, I am looking for a relationship, but that neither of us actually felt much of a "spark." To him, that doesn't matter, apparently. I won't divulge too much (not my stories to tell), but basically he has a bunch of messed up relationships in his past and he no longer has any motivation to get into a long-term relationship. That, however, is exactly what I'm going for. I want the kind of relationship... well, the kind that could eventually lead to heartbreak. Not that I want that pain, by any means, but I want to care about someone that much and to be that close to them. He mostly just wants a warm body to snuggle up against. So we came to the agreement that everything was probably for the best if we didn't get involved any further and that's that. Friends, I guess.
Hardly of any importance now, though. I'm in Texas! Richard and I accompanied Shannon home this weekend, to Grapevine, and that is where I am typing to you from now. But details on that tomorrow, I think, while I'm avoiding homework. In the meantime, movie!
The real source of confusion and mayhem was, naturally, boys. Kingsley and I were getting along very well, even though we didn't exactly see each other very often over the last week. That may have something to do with the fact that I was avoiding him, I guess. Well, we kissed. That's as much I'm saying on that matter. Eventually, though, I stopped and asked where, exactly, it was going. After a whole lot of beating around the bush, he said "We can start dating, if that's what you want." Well, I thought it was. And then two days later I realized that I enjoyed his attention more than his actual company, and I avoided him for a while and then talked to him in private and told him that. He only said "Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me," and walked away. Alright, well, it was over with, and so I was relieved, and that's all that really mattered. Oh, wait. It's never that simple. So the next day he start chatting with me online and said it was his turn to talk. I agreed to meet with him, because I felt like that was only fair. I had a pretty sudden change in attitude and he hadn't asked me to elaborate before at all. So I kind of avoided him for a while, but in a relatively cooperative way. I texted him when I was done with class. He didn't respond, so I went out with Shannon and then he texted me while I was with her, and I told him I'd text on my way back, and he didn't really say much in response and then I had a chem test and, long story short, we didn't actually end up talking until about 12 am Thursday night.
In our talk we ended up discussing the fact that, yes, I am looking for a relationship, but that neither of us actually felt much of a "spark." To him, that doesn't matter, apparently. I won't divulge too much (not my stories to tell), but basically he has a bunch of messed up relationships in his past and he no longer has any motivation to get into a long-term relationship. That, however, is exactly what I'm going for. I want the kind of relationship... well, the kind that could eventually lead to heartbreak. Not that I want that pain, by any means, but I want to care about someone that much and to be that close to them. He mostly just wants a warm body to snuggle up against. So we came to the agreement that everything was probably for the best if we didn't get involved any further and that's that. Friends, I guess.
Hardly of any importance now, though. I'm in Texas! Richard and I accompanied Shannon home this weekend, to Grapevine, and that is where I am typing to you from now. But details on that tomorrow, I think, while I'm avoiding homework. In the meantime, movie!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Bitter
I should be in Arkansas right now. Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to my weekend of hanging out and watching chick flicks with Shannon, but I should be there. It doesn't make any sense.
This weekend is SWACURH (Southwest Association of College and University Residence Halls). It's a leadership conference-type thing, and it's bound to be amazing and a ton of fun, and useful for anyone who intends to run for an HCSA office next year (yes, that includes me). But you could only go, to represent OU, by application. Richard had all of the Adams RSA execs fill out the apps--Alice, Eddie, Chelsey, and myself. A few other people from Adams filled it out too. I'm the only one of the execs, though, who isn't going. I was chosen as a "delegate alternate" rather than a delegate. So... what makes Alice and Chelsey more worthy of going than myself? Especially since Richard told me to list "lead executive member" on my application rather than just "executive member" like the other two girls... It doesn't make any sense. So I e-mailed Deb, the HCSA official who got the privilege of sending out the notifications to everyone, and asked her, for future reference, what things on my application could have made the difference. After a few days, she talked to the committee and got back to me.
GPA.
WTF?! With a high school GPA of 3.8 and 22 credits from the University of Minnesota totaling a GPA of 3.57, you'd think that pretty much beats out the other freshwomen who applied (only comparing myself to the women because they intentionally chose 4 men, 4 women). I talked to Alice-both of those are higher than the GPA she listed. This makes no sense. Honestly, I felt really confident with my application. My answers to the questions were sincere and still contained the information it seemed like they were looking for. Furthermore, Richard reviewed all of our applications before we turned them in, and he was confident that I would make it (less confident in Alice).
I feel like a bitch. Alice is a good person. She deserves to go. But I'm trying to be objective and she's the only one I have to compare this to, because I don't know about Chelsey's GPA or anything, and I don't know anything about the two Michelles who are also going except that they're upperclassmen.
I should be there, though.
And the worst part is that this whole thing feels just like high school all over again. Repeatedly, I applied for all sorts of leadership positions. I tried out for Drum Major three years in a row. I applied for a section leader position my senior year. I applied to be a speech captain twice (and then we ended up with Kate? Seriously, Kate?). It's just so frustrating.
I should be in Arkansas. Instead, I'm sitting all alone in the empty RSA office. Not a single person has come in all night, because it's Thirsty Thursday and theyr'e all out partying. Everyone is out of town except Shannon, who has class until 9:20. And... and I should be in Arkansas.
This weekend is SWACURH (Southwest Association of College and University Residence Halls). It's a leadership conference-type thing, and it's bound to be amazing and a ton of fun, and useful for anyone who intends to run for an HCSA office next year (yes, that includes me). But you could only go, to represent OU, by application. Richard had all of the Adams RSA execs fill out the apps--Alice, Eddie, Chelsey, and myself. A few other people from Adams filled it out too. I'm the only one of the execs, though, who isn't going. I was chosen as a "delegate alternate" rather than a delegate. So... what makes Alice and Chelsey more worthy of going than myself? Especially since Richard told me to list "lead executive member" on my application rather than just "executive member" like the other two girls... It doesn't make any sense. So I e-mailed Deb, the HCSA official who got the privilege of sending out the notifications to everyone, and asked her, for future reference, what things on my application could have made the difference. After a few days, she talked to the committee and got back to me.
GPA.
WTF?! With a high school GPA of 3.8 and 22 credits from the University of Minnesota totaling a GPA of 3.57, you'd think that pretty much beats out the other freshwomen who applied (only comparing myself to the women because they intentionally chose 4 men, 4 women). I talked to Alice-both of those are higher than the GPA she listed. This makes no sense. Honestly, I felt really confident with my application. My answers to the questions were sincere and still contained the information it seemed like they were looking for. Furthermore, Richard reviewed all of our applications before we turned them in, and he was confident that I would make it (less confident in Alice).
I feel like a bitch. Alice is a good person. She deserves to go. But I'm trying to be objective and she's the only one I have to compare this to, because I don't know about Chelsey's GPA or anything, and I don't know anything about the two Michelles who are also going except that they're upperclassmen.
I should be there, though.
And the worst part is that this whole thing feels just like high school all over again. Repeatedly, I applied for all sorts of leadership positions. I tried out for Drum Major three years in a row. I applied for a section leader position my senior year. I applied to be a speech captain twice (and then we ended up with Kate? Seriously, Kate?). It's just so frustrating.
I should be in Arkansas. Instead, I'm sitting all alone in the empty RSA office. Not a single person has come in all night, because it's Thirsty Thursday and theyr'e all out partying. Everyone is out of town except Shannon, who has class until 9:20. And... and I should be in Arkansas.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
And more weather and lolz
Storm clouds looming overhead, severe weather watch, tornado watch. None of this would shock me; it's Oklahoma, after all. But seriously, NOVEMBER. What part of late autumn does Mother Nature not understand? And why does she only have trouble understanding it in terms of its application to this area? Not that I mind. Storms are good. Fun to look at, fun to keep track of. Which is exactly what I'm doing. I tried to find a good spot on the main part of campus to observe from, but failed miserably at that, so instead I am in the library.
Reminder: the people here are great.
Walking to the computer I am now sitting at I passed a kid with the radar up (not surprising, but still interesting). Yeah, I'll be bringing up the radar on my own computer in a minute. Or right now, actually. Multiple radars. Anyway, the next computer I noticed had a scholarly article up on it. I will probably try to find it and link it here eventually, because I am that amused by the title.
"Can you hear me now? The impact of voice on an online gaming community."
lol.
Reminder: the people here are great.
Walking to the computer I am now sitting at I passed a kid with the radar up (not surprising, but still interesting). Yeah, I'll be bringing up the radar on my own computer in a minute. Or right now, actually. Multiple radars. Anyway, the next computer I noticed had a scholarly article up on it. I will probably try to find it and link it here eventually, because I am that amused by the title.
"Can you hear me now? The impact of voice on an online gaming community."
lol.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Weather and Guys...
As promised in my last post...
The weather here is ridiculously warm. I was severely disappointed last week when I missed the first snow at home. I'm still not sure how much snow there was back there, but it was in the 70s here, so I didn't feel any of it. Today it's supposed to be in the high 70s as well. It's ridiculous. I just want to scream "C'MON OKLAHOMA! IT'S NOVEMBER!" But Oklahoma won't listen anyway, and it would embarrass my friends.
And, before I move on to the "guys" part, I have an announcement, for those who have not heard already. I dyed my hair! It's reddish, on the strawberry side of strawberry blonde. E-mail me for pictures!
And now back to your regularly scheduled drama.
Last weekend (Saturday, 25 October, I believe), I went dancing again with the usual crowd plus Hannah (a sophomore friend from RSA/hcsa and MN), Alan (an awkward Asian kid who wrote in a facebook note that he was "only there for research"), Kingsley (who lives across the hall from Richard and whom I had never met before), and Brittany (Britney? No idea. A random friend of Alicia's). There wasn't a whole lot of dancing with strangers this time. At the beginning of the night I was dancing with Hannah. Some guy randomly came up to us said his two friends just came from Brazil and they don't know how to dance, would we teach them? Yeah, not that gullible, but all for dancing. Unfortunately, Hannah, the more outgoing dancer between the two of us, got paired up with apparently the more outgoing guy, so my dance didn't last very long. But then Kingsley came over and we were basically dancing together all night. Like, I honestly didn't dance with anyone else (excluding the moments with Alicia, while I was trying to pull her away from the guy who bought her two drinks). More interesting events during the night, but basically the short version of it all is this: Kingsley.
So now I have issues again. Kingsley very clearly likes me. He goes out of his way to come visit me. He dragged me off alone one night to Crossroads. And everyone else seems to want this relationship to happen: Richard won't let it go, Shannon thinks it's a good idea, Alice practically already considers us a couple (saying she feels like she's the only non-couple one because her boyfriend is still in NJ). But I'm not so sure. Part of me says, "Go for it Sarah, it's a great opportunity. He's a nice guy" (Shannon agrees with this part). But the other part of me is nearly positive that I'm not really interested in him, just enjoying the attention, which means it's wrong for me to lead him on (Alice is leaning towards this side). I seem to have done that once before, kind of, and it ended, on my part anyway, awkwardly. He's a nice guy, and I could see us being good friends, but I just don't think I have the right reasons, as usual. Screw reason. Reason isn't a whole lot of fun.
Any tips?
The weather here is ridiculously warm. I was severely disappointed last week when I missed the first snow at home. I'm still not sure how much snow there was back there, but it was in the 70s here, so I didn't feel any of it. Today it's supposed to be in the high 70s as well. It's ridiculous. I just want to scream "C'MON OKLAHOMA! IT'S NOVEMBER!" But Oklahoma won't listen anyway, and it would embarrass my friends.
And, before I move on to the "guys" part, I have an announcement, for those who have not heard already. I dyed my hair! It's reddish, on the strawberry side of strawberry blonde. E-mail me for pictures!
And now back to your regularly scheduled drama.
Last weekend (Saturday, 25 October, I believe), I went dancing again with the usual crowd plus Hannah (a sophomore friend from RSA/hcsa and MN), Alan (an awkward Asian kid who wrote in a facebook note that he was "only there for research"), Kingsley (who lives across the hall from Richard and whom I had never met before), and Brittany (Britney? No idea. A random friend of Alicia's). There wasn't a whole lot of dancing with strangers this time. At the beginning of the night I was dancing with Hannah. Some guy randomly came up to us said his two friends just came from Brazil and they don't know how to dance, would we teach them? Yeah, not that gullible, but all for dancing. Unfortunately, Hannah, the more outgoing dancer between the two of us, got paired up with apparently the more outgoing guy, so my dance didn't last very long. But then Kingsley came over and we were basically dancing together all night. Like, I honestly didn't dance with anyone else (excluding the moments with Alicia, while I was trying to pull her away from the guy who bought her two drinks). More interesting events during the night, but basically the short version of it all is this: Kingsley.
So now I have issues again. Kingsley very clearly likes me. He goes out of his way to come visit me. He dragged me off alone one night to Crossroads. And everyone else seems to want this relationship to happen: Richard won't let it go, Shannon thinks it's a good idea, Alice practically already considers us a couple (saying she feels like she's the only non-couple one because her boyfriend is still in NJ). But I'm not so sure. Part of me says, "Go for it Sarah, it's a great opportunity. He's a nice guy" (Shannon agrees with this part). But the other part of me is nearly positive that I'm not really interested in him, just enjoying the attention, which means it's wrong for me to lead him on (Alice is leaning towards this side). I seem to have done that once before, kind of, and it ended, on my part anyway, awkwardly. He's a nice guy, and I could see us being good friends, but I just don't think I have the right reasons, as usual. Screw reason. Reason isn't a whole lot of fun.
Any tips?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
HAPPY PUMPKIN DAY!
Halloween isn't until Friday, but I'm doing all of my celebrating tonight. Adams RSA is responsible for putting on the Safe Trick-Or-Treat program for the Norman community. Kids from around Norman come and trick-or-treat up and down the dorm towers. There's also a haunted house in the RSA office, a carnival in the Walker-Adams Mall (put on by one of the other centers), and a lounge for the parents whose children are old enough to wander by themselves.
We have put so much time into this event, it's unbelievable. Richard, I know, has been working non-stop. The event is tonight, and I don't think he's slept more than 5 hours over the last three days. It can't be good for him. Or for the rest of us. Way too many late nights going on. Nonetheless, I've never been more excited about Halloween. Safe Trick-Or-Treat has taken over my life for now. That pumpkin has the HCSA logo on it. I think I worked on it for nearly two hours. And it's not that I was distracted. Quite to the contrary, I was incredibly focused and being an insane perfectionist.
I can't imagine life without RSA. There are a few kinks in the system right now regarding hcsa/rsa elections, but I may actually run to be Adams Center President for next year. The biggest detail that makes a difference in that is whether or not Richard decides to run. If he's running for Adams RSA pres, it's his; he deserves it, and he knows what he's doing. Otherwise, I think it will be me vs. Eddie, and that could be a close race.
In the background of all this holiday hustle and bustle, there's been some personal drama. Not "personal" as in "my own," but just... stuff. Stuff to do with Shannon and her roommate. And I may give details out on an individual basis, but it's not entirely my story to tell (though I am involved somewhat). As a result of this drama, Shannon ended up sleeping in my room the other night, and I have decided to semi-permanently convert the other bed in here to a guest bed. I have my extra pair of sheets on it, a blanket Alice left in here one night, and a fleece throw I picked up at Walmart last night for $3.97.
Speaking of insanely cheap things: gas! $1.97 the other day at Walmart. $2.01 at a few other places.
And there's also cool stuff to say about weather and guys, but now is not the time because I think we're doing some more decorating soon!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Guilt
Every time I talk to a guy (or dance with a guy, or whatever), Richard turns his head to smile at me. In a way, it feels mocking. Maybe part of it is. After all, I basically portray myself as being only half a step away from asexual. But I brought it up with Shannon this morning, and she said it's because "He feels bad. We both do." For those interested, Shannon and Richard are now an official couple. So official, in fact, that they've updated their facebooks.
"We just want you to be happy," she said. I've been hearing a lot of that lately. Last night, my drunken friend was praying out loud and she asked God to bring a Caribou Coffee to campus for me so that I could be happy. She has mentioned, sober even, that I tend to be willing to give up my own happiness for the happiness and well-being of my friends. But all of these things she's said I've done have seemed like no-brainers to me. Last night, I slept in a "bathtub" made by pushing two armchairs together so I could take care of her while she was sick: I can survive without catching up on my sleep for one more night. I back off so two of my friends can start dating: other guys will come along, and my friendships with either of them mean more to me than a one-sided attraction that never would have gone anywhere.
Any time Shannon's guilt of nearly Catholic proportions comes up, I remind her (and myself) that neither of them have done anything wrong. We can't help who we are attracted to.
"We just want you to be happy," she said. I've been hearing a lot of that lately. Last night, my drunken friend was praying out loud and she asked God to bring a Caribou Coffee to campus for me so that I could be happy. She has mentioned, sober even, that I tend to be willing to give up my own happiness for the happiness and well-being of my friends. But all of these things she's said I've done have seemed like no-brainers to me. Last night, I slept in a "bathtub" made by pushing two armchairs together so I could take care of her while she was sick: I can survive without catching up on my sleep for one more night. I back off so two of my friends can start dating: other guys will come along, and my friendships with either of them mean more to me than a one-sided attraction that never would have gone anywhere.
Any time Shannon's guilt of nearly Catholic proportions comes up, I remind her (and myself) that neither of them have done anything wrong. We can't help who we are attracted to.
Learning experiences
I swear, I was going to go to bed. I stopped playing video games abruptly at 1:30, but just as I was unplugging the NES from the lobby TV, a friend (remaining unnamed because she does not deserve to be judged by this one incident) came through the west doors of the building with another mutual friend. Both are laughing, and I call out to them by name. "Who is that?!" she shouts across the lobby. It's not long before I realize that this friend is completely and totally wasted. Richard comes over to help (he was playing Halo on the other TV), and he brings the friend to the office, tells her to lie down, and sets a garbage can next to the couch. I finish packing up my games and then go in to check on the friend. Other friends have set her up with a water bottle and a piece of bread, which she is only barely able to eat. Clumsy, entirely candid, she spouts every thought that comes to mind. And then she pukes a little bit, and it smells of "vodkarita." I started to gag but got my mind away from the smell and the mental image fast enough to maintain my composure.
Almost two hours later, she and I are still in the office. She has fallen asleep, so I am staying down here with her for the night to make sure she doesn't end up choking on her vomit or something. I have class at 9. It's "International Talk Like Sarah Palin Day." She doesn't have class until 4, probably a very good thing, since she will, almost without a doubt, have a hangover.
The moral of the story (one I already knew, actually): vodka takes a while to have its effect. Drink vodka slowly so you know how drunk you are. You'll go from sober to wasted really fast otherwise, with no "slightly buzzed" in between.
The other lesson: the gods of sleep (Hypnos in Greek, Somnus from Roman myth) hate me. I was trying. Really, I was.
Almost two hours later, she and I are still in the office. She has fallen asleep, so I am staying down here with her for the night to make sure she doesn't end up choking on her vomit or something. I have class at 9. It's "International Talk Like Sarah Palin Day." She doesn't have class until 4, probably a very good thing, since she will, almost without a doubt, have a hangover.
The moral of the story (one I already knew, actually): vodka takes a while to have its effect. Drink vodka slowly so you know how drunk you are. You'll go from sober to wasted really fast otherwise, with no "slightly buzzed" in between.
The other lesson: the gods of sleep (Hypnos in Greek, Somnus from Roman myth) hate me. I was trying. Really, I was.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I'm calling this a good week
I'm not sure what a normal person's "good week" feels like, but I'm definitely happy with the way this week has gone for me.
I've managed to be awake for German every day. That's good, for obvious reasons. I was also on time every day this week, unlike last week. This morning (I say that, but it's Saturday now, so I mean Friday morning) I woke up 10 minutes before class started, got ready in three, and ran all the way to class. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, because I had somehow made it on time, but when I walked into class, we had a sub, so it ended up not mattering. Oh, well. The sub was a much better teacher than our normal professor, which is a bit frustrating, in the long run, but I got over it.
In Understanding Music, we had a review day for the test on Monday (we also have a German test on Monday, but I've talked to the Music teacher about the possibility that I will be late to class and he said it's not an issue). I took very careful notes and should be able to study over the weekend, probably primarily Sunday night.
There was no chem today, because we had a test Thursday night on units 3 and 4. I got a combined total of 80%, but the unit 4 grade was only 70%, so I may opt for the retake on that one, depending on what my grade looks like at the time it comes up.
Instead of chem, I went to lunch at Cate, where I ran into some meteorology friends. We ate, talked, and I made plans with Sadi to work on math homework together tonight. Before that, though, we're going to go to Which Wich for supper, because I've never been there, along with Megan, a mutual friend. I think they're going to meet me at my work when I get off (6:00) because Which Wich is on Campus Corner, as is JJ's. Excellent. I've invited a few more people along for the sandwiches because it sounds like fun, but I'm not really sure who's coming and who's not.
After lunch and making all these plans, I came back to the dorm and slept until about 14 minutes before I had to be at work. I quickly gathered my things, hopped on my bike, and made it to the shop, where I was greeted with two lovely deliveries to make. The first was pretty close, and I got a $3 tip. The second was 1.7 miles away, a large stretch of that being on busy roads with no sidewalks, and then I had trouble finding the address, and then there was a suite involved because the address referred to an entire strip of little businesses. But I got another $4.50 in tips, so that definitely made up for it. Also, these two adventures took up almost the first hour of my three-hour shift. I call it a productive day when I earn 33% above my expected wages.
After I came back to the dorm, I had plans to go with Alice to the concert happening on the Walker-Adams Mall at 9, but I was napping again until about 10. Alice never called me, and she said it was no big deal, so I guess I'm alright with that. I went up and visited her at her new job, monitoring the 24-hour quiet study area on the 12th floor of Walker, tonight from 10 pm-6 am. Icky. But we hung out, and then Kate came up, since she lives in Walker anyway. Overall, it was a fun night.
To change tones entirely (sorry, I don't want to be emo, but it happens), I've concluded that hope can hurt a lot. I think that's part of why I've been having so much trouble dealing with this Richard stuff. I really do think that all I need, or really really want, anyway, is a guy. I want someone to cuddle with and someone to hold hands with and someone to kiss (ew... cooties!). And when Alice was telling me she thought he might like me back, I got my hopes up. I thought that could be him. And now I am somewhat jealous because Shannon is getting that instead of me. But it doesn't need to be him. I know that I don't convey this very well, but I am fine just being friends with Richard. He's still a good person, fun to be around, and y'know, it's easier when I don't feel like I need to try to impress him. But I just wish I had someone, and since he was the latest someone on my mind, he's kind of stuck there until I come across someone new.
I really want to say that a few good nights' sleep will help me stop being so weird and emotional, but I'm not sure I'll ever find out at this rate. Ugh. My back hurts. Dorm mattresses=t3h suXx0rz!
I've managed to be awake for German every day. That's good, for obvious reasons. I was also on time every day this week, unlike last week. This morning (I say that, but it's Saturday now, so I mean Friday morning) I woke up 10 minutes before class started, got ready in three, and ran all the way to class. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, because I had somehow made it on time, but when I walked into class, we had a sub, so it ended up not mattering. Oh, well. The sub was a much better teacher than our normal professor, which is a bit frustrating, in the long run, but I got over it.
In Understanding Music, we had a review day for the test on Monday (we also have a German test on Monday, but I've talked to the Music teacher about the possibility that I will be late to class and he said it's not an issue). I took very careful notes and should be able to study over the weekend, probably primarily Sunday night.
There was no chem today, because we had a test Thursday night on units 3 and 4. I got a combined total of 80%, but the unit 4 grade was only 70%, so I may opt for the retake on that one, depending on what my grade looks like at the time it comes up.
Instead of chem, I went to lunch at Cate, where I ran into some meteorology friends. We ate, talked, and I made plans with Sadi to work on math homework together tonight. Before that, though, we're going to go to Which Wich for supper, because I've never been there, along with Megan, a mutual friend. I think they're going to meet me at my work when I get off (6:00) because Which Wich is on Campus Corner, as is JJ's. Excellent. I've invited a few more people along for the sandwiches because it sounds like fun, but I'm not really sure who's coming and who's not.
After lunch and making all these plans, I came back to the dorm and slept until about 14 minutes before I had to be at work. I quickly gathered my things, hopped on my bike, and made it to the shop, where I was greeted with two lovely deliveries to make. The first was pretty close, and I got a $3 tip. The second was 1.7 miles away, a large stretch of that being on busy roads with no sidewalks, and then I had trouble finding the address, and then there was a suite involved because the address referred to an entire strip of little businesses. But I got another $4.50 in tips, so that definitely made up for it. Also, these two adventures took up almost the first hour of my three-hour shift. I call it a productive day when I earn 33% above my expected wages.
After I came back to the dorm, I had plans to go with Alice to the concert happening on the Walker-Adams Mall at 9, but I was napping again until about 10. Alice never called me, and she said it was no big deal, so I guess I'm alright with that. I went up and visited her at her new job, monitoring the 24-hour quiet study area on the 12th floor of Walker, tonight from 10 pm-6 am. Icky. But we hung out, and then Kate came up, since she lives in Walker anyway. Overall, it was a fun night.
To change tones entirely (sorry, I don't want to be emo, but it happens), I've concluded that hope can hurt a lot. I think that's part of why I've been having so much trouble dealing with this Richard stuff. I really do think that all I need, or really really want, anyway, is a guy. I want someone to cuddle with and someone to hold hands with and someone to kiss (ew... cooties!). And when Alice was telling me she thought he might like me back, I got my hopes up. I thought that could be him. And now I am somewhat jealous because Shannon is getting that instead of me. But it doesn't need to be him. I know that I don't convey this very well, but I am fine just being friends with Richard. He's still a good person, fun to be around, and y'know, it's easier when I don't feel like I need to try to impress him. But I just wish I had someone, and since he was the latest someone on my mind, he's kind of stuck there until I come across someone new.
I really want to say that a few good nights' sleep will help me stop being so weird and emotional, but I'm not sure I'll ever find out at this rate. Ugh. My back hurts. Dorm mattresses=t3h suXx0rz!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Not really feeling like myself today
I went to bed at about 5 am this morning. By 8:30, I was awake, dressed, spreading cream cheese on my bagel, and in a relatively good mood. By 9:30, I was in German, scaring my classmates a little bit. I think it's about the second time they've seen me fully awake in that class, so it came as a bit of a shock to them. My best guess as to the cause of my good mood is that I dressed up. Yesterday I went shopping with Shannon and Kate. I bought some cute new T-shirts and a pair of grey Converse Hi-tops that I didn't take off from BEFORE I bought them until about 1 in the morning. Today I wore the new shoes, a new shirt, and, for maybe the second time since I've been on campus, earrings (not new). I was awake in class and it impressed the teacher and it scared my classmates and it kind of surprised me. Of course, I'm exhausted now, but that's not a big deal, because I'm just in chem.
Between Understanding Music (10:30-11:20) and now, I stopped in the library for a break and a snooze and a drink from the cafe. After checking all the staples of my internet diet, I decided it would be a good time to just relax on one of the giant, fluffy, cozy leather chairs. I pulled out the third book in the Twilight series, which I've borrowed from Alicia (fictional men make a great distraction from real ones), and settled down. 12:40, and I was half-asleep reading. I had planned for this; my cell phone alarm was set to wake me up before chem at 1:30. But before that even had a chance to go off, I was awoken from my near slumber by a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head to find... some guy. I don't remember his name, and for that I feel like an idiot. I actually met him about two weeks ago on the way back from a general council meeting. Apparently, we passed each other near the dorms several times a week, so he decided one day to say hi. I decided we should introduce ourselves properly so we would be ready next time we saw each other (although I actually hadn't noticed him before). I think he said his name was Andrew, but I'm not sure at all. But anyway, he woke me up from my half-nap to say hi and comment on the fact that he hadn't seen me since the time we introduced ourselves, at least two weeks ago. And then he continued to the coffee shop and I continued with my nap.
Between Understanding Music (10:30-11:20) and now, I stopped in the library for a break and a snooze and a drink from the cafe. After checking all the staples of my internet diet, I decided it would be a good time to just relax on one of the giant, fluffy, cozy leather chairs. I pulled out the third book in the Twilight series, which I've borrowed from Alicia (fictional men make a great distraction from real ones), and settled down. 12:40, and I was half-asleep reading. I had planned for this; my cell phone alarm was set to wake me up before chem at 1:30. But before that even had a chance to go off, I was awoken from my near slumber by a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head to find... some guy. I don't remember his name, and for that I feel like an idiot. I actually met him about two weeks ago on the way back from a general council meeting. Apparently, we passed each other near the dorms several times a week, so he decided one day to say hi. I decided we should introduce ourselves properly so we would be ready next time we saw each other (although I actually hadn't noticed him before). I think he said his name was Andrew, but I'm not sure at all. But anyway, he woke me up from my half-nap to say hi and comment on the fact that he hadn't seen me since the time we introduced ourselves, at least two weeks ago. And then he continued to the coffee shop and I continued with my nap.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
That was fast...
"Shannon isn't interested, though. She's really not."
My bad. And I will explain that from the very beginning.
I slept Monday night, as planned. I woke up at an okay hour on Tuesday, went to my math class, was exhausted by the time chem discussion rolled around. Tuesday night I tried to do homework. I actually stopped myself from going to the RSA office, until about 10, because at that point I needed Eddie's help for chem, and he helped me, and I got my chem mostly done. And then, naturally, I stayed in the office and didn't do much more homework. I still had German and Understanding Music to do, so I worked on it for a while in the office, then in my room, and Alice came up to my room. And we ended up swinging on the swingset at 2 in the morning because it hit 50 degrees (actually, 48 by the time we got back in the room!). And then I worked on homework some more, and I think Alice did, too, and then Alice, Shannon, Alicia, and I went on a 4 am photo shoot. Brilliant. There are lots of awesome pictures, and I will e-mail them to those interested. Many (but not all) of them will also show up on facebook in the near future. Well, we finished the night by talking. Shannon explained to me that she does like Richard, but she pushed him away because she didn't want to hurt our friendship, which she values more than some guy. I appreciate that, and I also feel like a bitch for making her choose to do that. The discussion continued and it turns out that... he knows I like him.
And that was the first step to recovery. My infatuation has faded faster than some Joe Six-Pack's beer playing the "maverick" drinking game during the VP debate. But the last few drops are still at the bottom of the can. Honestly, I'm over him. I mean, he's still a good person, fun to be around, and I'm still impressed by him on a regular basis, but I realize that, well, I was being ridiculous, and I'm done with that. Right now it's the little things that get me. There's a silly little game where you tie a straw wrapper in a knot and think of someone. Then, when you pull on the ends of the wrapper, if the knot is gone, they're thinking of you, too. I don't have anyone else to think of. I default back to him.
Tonight (Friday night, that is) we went dancing again. I'm not much of a dancer, so I was standing around feeling awkward. Jay danced with his girlfriend, Richard danced with Shannon, Sarah... wiggled her knees leaning against a wall. Shannon and I talked in the bathroom. She told me to dance with her. I told her she had my blessing to dance or do whatever she wanted with Richard. At this point in the night, Shannon and I also decided to keep count of who more guys tried to dance with: her, me, or Jay's hot girlfriend Cari. When I tried to dance with Shannon, though, Richard kept pulling her back to him. So... awkward Sarah resumes her little wall dance.
I won. I won the game. Cari only had one guy try to dance with her, not counting Richard, because, while Jay can't dance, he was being very... possessive/protective/whatever. It was cute. It made us all laugh a little bit, and laughing at Jay was a large part of the reason I paid $10 to get in. Seriously. Shannon's magic number was 2, and one of them was really really drunk and on his way out, so I'm not sure if he counts. Mine... Mine was 4. FOUR GUYS. I'm not sure how old the first one was, 'cause I couldn't see his face that well. It kind of creeper me out. The second one was really tall, actually talked to me. He's a former meteorology major, named Jonathan. He taught me the Cuban Shuffle. The next one was pushed over to me by his friends. Reasonably good looking. The fourth... was dancing with me at the same time. Damn straight, Sarah was in a Sarah sandwich! And I'm okay with that. Shocked, certainly, but okay. I had fun. I danced. I danced with strangers. I danced with strangers in a club. I danced with strangers in a club while sober.
We came back around 1:15. We went to the RSA office and put in a movie. I fell asleep with my head on Shannon's lap right away, and woke up 15 minutes into the movie. I didn't figure I would make it through the movie, so I wished everyone a good night and left. I was actually in bed, sleeping, by 2:30 am. That's progress, sadly enough. Around 4:30, I got a drunk phone call from a friend. Not going into details on that, because it's not important and they're not necessarily my details to give out. And I couldn't fall back to sleep because, as dicussed... fucked up sleep schedule. Around 5, I heard the doors to my hall open. I figured that meant Shannon was back and I was going to ask her if she had a good night or whatever. Well, the answer went without saying. I looked through my peep hole and saw Shannon and Richard kissing. Nay, making out. Well, alright then. She has my blessing.
However, this being the weekend that it is, all of that takes a backseat to my final message:
BOOMER SOONER! sɐxǝʇ SUCKS!
My bad. And I will explain that from the very beginning.
I slept Monday night, as planned. I woke up at an okay hour on Tuesday, went to my math class, was exhausted by the time chem discussion rolled around. Tuesday night I tried to do homework. I actually stopped myself from going to the RSA office, until about 10, because at that point I needed Eddie's help for chem, and he helped me, and I got my chem mostly done. And then, naturally, I stayed in the office and didn't do much more homework. I still had German and Understanding Music to do, so I worked on it for a while in the office, then in my room, and Alice came up to my room. And we ended up swinging on the swingset at 2 in the morning because it hit 50 degrees (actually, 48 by the time we got back in the room!). And then I worked on homework some more, and I think Alice did, too, and then Alice, Shannon, Alicia, and I went on a 4 am photo shoot. Brilliant. There are lots of awesome pictures, and I will e-mail them to those interested. Many (but not all) of them will also show up on facebook in the near future. Well, we finished the night by talking. Shannon explained to me that she does like Richard, but she pushed him away because she didn't want to hurt our friendship, which she values more than some guy. I appreciate that, and I also feel like a bitch for making her choose to do that. The discussion continued and it turns out that... he knows I like him.
And that was the first step to recovery. My infatuation has faded faster than some Joe Six-Pack's beer playing the "maverick" drinking game during the VP debate. But the last few drops are still at the bottom of the can. Honestly, I'm over him. I mean, he's still a good person, fun to be around, and I'm still impressed by him on a regular basis, but I realize that, well, I was being ridiculous, and I'm done with that. Right now it's the little things that get me. There's a silly little game where you tie a straw wrapper in a knot and think of someone. Then, when you pull on the ends of the wrapper, if the knot is gone, they're thinking of you, too. I don't have anyone else to think of. I default back to him.
Tonight (Friday night, that is) we went dancing again. I'm not much of a dancer, so I was standing around feeling awkward. Jay danced with his girlfriend, Richard danced with Shannon, Sarah... wiggled her knees leaning against a wall. Shannon and I talked in the bathroom. She told me to dance with her. I told her she had my blessing to dance or do whatever she wanted with Richard. At this point in the night, Shannon and I also decided to keep count of who more guys tried to dance with: her, me, or Jay's hot girlfriend Cari. When I tried to dance with Shannon, though, Richard kept pulling her back to him. So... awkward Sarah resumes her little wall dance.
I won. I won the game. Cari only had one guy try to dance with her, not counting Richard, because, while Jay can't dance, he was being very... possessive/protective/whatever. It was cute. It made us all laugh a little bit, and laughing at Jay was a large part of the reason I paid $10 to get in. Seriously. Shannon's magic number was 2, and one of them was really really drunk and on his way out, so I'm not sure if he counts. Mine... Mine was 4. FOUR GUYS. I'm not sure how old the first one was, 'cause I couldn't see his face that well. It kind of creeper me out. The second one was really tall, actually talked to me. He's a former meteorology major, named Jonathan. He taught me the Cuban Shuffle. The next one was pushed over to me by his friends. Reasonably good looking. The fourth... was dancing with me at the same time. Damn straight, Sarah was in a Sarah sandwich! And I'm okay with that. Shocked, certainly, but okay. I had fun. I danced. I danced with strangers. I danced with strangers in a club. I danced with strangers in a club while sober.
We came back around 1:15. We went to the RSA office and put in a movie. I fell asleep with my head on Shannon's lap right away, and woke up 15 minutes into the movie. I didn't figure I would make it through the movie, so I wished everyone a good night and left. I was actually in bed, sleeping, by 2:30 am. That's progress, sadly enough. Around 4:30, I got a drunk phone call from a friend. Not going into details on that, because it's not important and they're not necessarily my details to give out. And I couldn't fall back to sleep because, as dicussed... fucked up sleep schedule. Around 5, I heard the doors to my hall open. I figured that meant Shannon was back and I was going to ask her if she had a good night or whatever. Well, the answer went without saying. I looked through my peep hole and saw Shannon and Richard kissing. Nay, making out. Well, alright then. She has my blessing.
However, this being the weekend that it is, all of that takes a backseat to my final message:
BOOMER SOONER! sɐxǝʇ SUCKS!
Monday, October 6, 2008
Parli Pro!
"I move for strippers!"
"Second!"
"I move to lay the motion on the table."
"I move to take the motion from the table."
"I move for further investigation of the motion."
This is the kind of thing we accomplish in Bylaws Committee meetings. Yay for parliamentary procedure.
"Second!"
"I move to lay the motion on the table."
"I move to take the motion from the table."
"I move for further investigation of the motion."
This is the kind of thing we accomplish in Bylaws Committee meetings. Yay for parliamentary procedure.
Intense
This week has been kind of intense. Several times I have considered posting with a bunch of day-to-day details, but I'm not sure what would get me in trouble and what would just be stupid and mundane. I've probably told most of you everything that's been going on anyway, and if you want some more details, you can call me sometime or send me an e-mail.
Here is the short version:
My sleep schedule is ruined. I'm trying to reset it tonight, which is why I'm up right now, typing this. I went to the Health Center on Friday and got some meds, but I haven't taken any of them yet. My cold seems to be getting better. But I swear I'll take the meds tomorrow night. As a matter of fact, I'll take the antibiotic later this morning. Umm... I've been contemplating dropping my calc class while I could still get a "W" for withdrawing instead of an F or whatever, but my math teacher talked me out of it. Apparently 53/100 was actually a relatively high score on that test, and I'd rather stay as far ahead as possible. I think I'll still be able to maintain my scholarships, but I guess it's not a sure thing until the end of the semester, because he said he'll put it on a curve then. Other classes are going fine.
The social side of college life is actually the part that's made the last week so intense. I've spent a lot of time with all of my friends--Shannon, Richard, and Alice especially. But on Tuesday Richard and Shannon started getting to know each other and Richard very obviously started liking Shannon. Shannon, Richard, Jay, and I all went to a club on Friday night; Richard danced only with her. There's more, but I'm not going to bitch about that now because I've been bitching all weekend to everyone already. Shannon isn't interested, though. She's really not. She was kind of enjoying the attention, just because it's attention, and it's from a guy. I can understand that. I'd probably do the same thing. But she's apologized to me a lot and she's talked to him and told him that she just wants to be friends, so I think it's all good. The unfortunate thing in all this is that I haven't learned my lesson. I'm a fool and I'm still infatuated. As a drunken Alicia said earlier tonight, "Being a girl sucks, because we have emotions." Yeah, we all had fun laughing at Alicia. That's mean, but it's true. She's a kind of silly drunk. She's not the only one (and with that I apologize for all my previous rantings against drunk people).
Here is the short version:
My sleep schedule is ruined. I'm trying to reset it tonight, which is why I'm up right now, typing this. I went to the Health Center on Friday and got some meds, but I haven't taken any of them yet. My cold seems to be getting better. But I swear I'll take the meds tomorrow night. As a matter of fact, I'll take the antibiotic later this morning. Umm... I've been contemplating dropping my calc class while I could still get a "W" for withdrawing instead of an F or whatever, but my math teacher talked me out of it. Apparently 53/100 was actually a relatively high score on that test, and I'd rather stay as far ahead as possible. I think I'll still be able to maintain my scholarships, but I guess it's not a sure thing until the end of the semester, because he said he'll put it on a curve then. Other classes are going fine.
The social side of college life is actually the part that's made the last week so intense. I've spent a lot of time with all of my friends--Shannon, Richard, and Alice especially. But on Tuesday Richard and Shannon started getting to know each other and Richard very obviously started liking Shannon. Shannon, Richard, Jay, and I all went to a club on Friday night; Richard danced only with her. There's more, but I'm not going to bitch about that now because I've been bitching all weekend to everyone already. Shannon isn't interested, though. She's really not. She was kind of enjoying the attention, just because it's attention, and it's from a guy. I can understand that. I'd probably do the same thing. But she's apologized to me a lot and she's talked to him and told him that she just wants to be friends, so I think it's all good. The unfortunate thing in all this is that I haven't learned my lesson. I'm a fool and I'm still infatuated. As a drunken Alicia said earlier tonight, "Being a girl sucks, because we have emotions." Yeah, we all had fun laughing at Alicia. That's mean, but it's true. She's a kind of silly drunk. She's not the only one (and with that I apologize for all my previous rantings against drunk people).
Monday, September 29, 2008
And the winner is...!
If there were an award for the most desperate form of procrastination, I would have won it last night. It was 1:30 am, I had about an hour of German homework left to do, and I was scrubbing the bathtub. I mean... I guess it was productive procrastination in any case. Time spent scrubbing the tub is better than time spent perusing facebook.
Unrelatedly, I'm really glad the Starbucks in the Union has opened. The lines are much shorter now in the library's cafe while I'm waiting between Understanding Music and Chem.
Unrelatedly, I'm really glad the Starbucks in the Union has opened. The lines are much shorter now in the library's cafe while I'm waiting between Understanding Music and Chem.
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