Walnut Gouda

Walnut Gooda- Subtle yet flavorful, the walnut adds a sensual warmth to the basic Gouda cheese. A truly surprising cheese, we recommend serving Walnut Gouda at your next party or get together. Goes nicely with port.

I also find it pleasantly smoky, even though I'm not usually big on smoky cheeses.

I introduced someone to Forward Foods a few days ago. She kinda hates me now. The good news of a cheese addiction comes in two parts.

1. It's healthier than most other addictions.
2. It's less expensive than other addictions. According to some random website, Cocaine or Heroine addictions can cost someone $25-$30 a day. I could eat a pound of their BEST cheese a day. At that point, I'd probably just save and open up my own shop.

I'm physically tired. My head hurts just a little bit. I'm bored and lonely. I have no intention of being productive. Oh, and I hate people. Most of them, anyway.

Alive

It is a wonder, after the way this morning started, that I am still alive to go to my second class.
I woke up this morning at about 9:30, around the same time as the last two days. The difference between this and the last two days, though, was that I had gotten about 9 hours of sleep last night, as opposed to 4.5 the previous two. In fact, the last two days, I had been shocked to notice how easily I woke up in the mornings with so little sleep.

This morning was the opposite. I always set two alarms on my phone and one on my alarm clock. The sound that actually got me fully conscious this morning was "Never Gonna Give You Up," which is one of my alarm/ringtones on my phone that I use. I though it was coming from my alarm clock, but saw that my phone was lit up, so I figured I had a text message or something and wanted to check that before I turned off my alarm. I looked at the phone, a little confused, and figured out that was where the song was coming from.

Fine, I can deal with that. I woke up, figured it out, got the alarms turned off. So I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, kind of laughing at the alarm clock bit, in fact. And then I realize that I'm taking the cap off my acne medication and not my toothpaste, but have my toothbrush in my other hand. I was about to squeeze the tube, in fact, before I realized. Just of the record, the only similarity between the two is the shape: both are squeeze tubes; they are different colors, different sizes, the toothbrush has a flip-cap not a twist-off.

I decided to go back to bed for a while, to see if extra sleep would help. I woke up, almost decided not to go to Physics lab because a lab when you're that confused sounded like a bad idea and sleep sounded like a good one. I went anyway, a few minutes late, but I got all the instructions and found a group to work with.

They were idiots. I almost slapped them. They messed up a major part of our data, so we have to start our calculations over again at home. One guy was trying to mess up the data out of simple laziness when I finally took over (which I didn't want to do because, like I said, I was late, so I wasn't showing much leadership). We got it done. It took about three times as long as our previous labs, mostly because of the data mess-up. I ended up missing my chance to eat lunch with Eddie because class ran so long. I hardly managed to get across the main sidewalk on the South Oval over to the bike path because there were so many people, got stuck at a "don't walk" sign on Lindsey Street. Even when it changed, I couldn't get past people because apparently two people filled up the entire sidewalk (which I know for a fact comfortably fits five).

I'm just shocked, honestly, that I'm still alive after a day that has started so... confusingly. I should have stayed in bed. Much safer.

Truths

Weeks of School: 5+ 1 day, Skipped Classes: 1, Energy Drinks: 5, All-Nighters: 2
Truth: Last time I posted this, I forgot to change the number of weeks.
Truth: I survived today (9:30 a.m. to now) on 4.5 hours of sleep, about 350mg of caffeine (consumed between 10:30 and 2:30), and a good mood.
Truth: I should have realized that it was too good to last. Also, when I saw one thing was working and helping to keep my day positive, I should have stuck to it. Unfortunately, the thing that was working was not talking to one of my close friends. So... what does that mean, then?

Truth: everyone here is miserable. Everyone. Everyone has their demons. Some days we can push them away, ignore them, make deals with them. But they never stay away for long.

Truth: I don't know if it's going to get any better. Not now, not in the next week or month, or by the end of the semester, the end of the year, the summer, next fall... Nothing has turned out as it was meant to be. Now I have to stop trying to live in a past vision of the future. That vision is not the same as the present.

Updated Count

Weeks of School: 3, Skipped Classes: 1, Energy Drinks: 4, All-Nighters: 2

How to Succeed in College Without Really Trying

Tuesday classes are English (12-1:15), Math (1:30-2:45), and Qur'an (3-4:15). I had a paper due in English today and an analysis for Qur'an on the oaths in the selected passages (15 or so suras). I had not started either of these assignments last night. This list was written during my Qur'an class today.

How to Succeed in College (Without Really Trying):

• Freak out and have a totally unrelated breakdown at 11 p.m.
• Go to Burger King at 1 a.m.
• Hang out with friends sharing old stories until 2 a.m.
• Begin research for English paper.
• Print research, take a nap at 3 a.m.
• Wake up at 3:45 and go through research, highlighting and taking notes.
• Begin another nap at 4:15. Set alarm for 4:45.
• Repeatedly wake up and hit snooze button until 6:00. During brief conscious periods just after hitting alarm, brainstorm paper outline.
• Get up and write paper. Print. Print peer review sheets. Go back to bad at 6:35.
• Set alarm for 9 a.m. to read suras for Qur'an. Unintentionally hit snooze button until about 10:10. Turn off alarm, stay in bed.
• Realize at 10:30 that reading isn't done yet. Read.
• Go to class (12:00 noon). During first class, plan response to readings (to be submitted online at least one hour before class).
• Between first and second classes, go to computer lab and submit reading analysis for third class.
• Between the hours of 2 a.m. and 4:30 p.m., consume only three (3) vitamin gummy bears and one (1) Monster energy drink.

Unproductive and upset

As I mentioned before, my days can always be summed up in one of two ways: busy, productive, and happy; or lonely, miserable, and unproductive. This evening falls into the latter. I don't want to bore you with the details, but, put simply, part of me really wishes I were at home right now. There are people I want to see. Also, I miss having a roommate. This room is way too big for just one person.

And I suppose I never showed everyone "this room" so I'll take this opportunity to post pictures.

Cosine Secant Tangent Sine, Three Point One Four One Five Nine!

I think I'm getting old. Last year, getting along on 5 hours of sleep was nothing. I had 8:30 classes in the weather center. I didn't have much choice (well, besides changing my sleep schedule, but really, who does that?). This year I don't have classes until 11:30 at the very earliest (and that class was canceled this week, so my earliest was noon). Eight hours of sleep can be achieved by going to bed at 3. Last night, however, was an exception. I was up doing math homework until I decided to give up at 4 a.m., and then it took me another half hour to actually go to sleep. And then I woke up at 9:30 so I could finish that assignment and the work for my other classes. I've been exhausted all day. But I guess it's an okay kind of exhausted. It's the kind where you know you're tired and can feel it physically (aching eyelids, occasionally slow breathing), but you don't actually drop off, even bored. And for some reason, I was focused in class. Part of that may have been the caffeine. I'm keeping an official count now, by the way.

Weeks of School: 3, Skipped Classes: 0, Energy Drinks: 1, All-Nighters: o (but just barely)

But I expect that last number to increase quite a bit, because tomorrow is Big Red Rally, which is where Kate and I each got a case of Full Throttle last year. Excellent.

As you can see, though, I'm very ranty and tangential... Hm... Summary of the day: Got up, did math homework, relieved to be able to solve a problem I had a lot of trouble with last night, printed English homework, went to class, arrived early in class despite a detour, participated in conversation, went to next class, took math quiz (got one problem right; got close on the other, I think, except that I'm pretty sure 0 =/= 1), went to Qur'an class (considered skipping, thus that second count is pretty important), participated in conversation (which I frequently have trouble doing, but which comprises 40% of our grade), came up with ideas for paper (due Thursday, I think), came back to res. halls, planned nap, called father instead, went to supper, went to RSA office, realized I was still really freaking tired, went back up to room for nap, ended up doing productive things instead, went back down to RSA office, inventoried DVDs, looked at plans for tomorrow, blogged.

There we go. A few fewer tangents that time.

To quote Barbie...

Just once in my life, I would like to have a native-English-speaking math professor with legible handwriting. Is that really so much to ask? Basically, I have to make a choice between trying to figure out what she has written and actually listening to her. I figure the listening will go straight in one ear and out the other, so when it's a choice of absolute substitution, I go with reading/writing.

Math is hard! (Actually, that's a misquote... The real line was "Math class is tough.")



Oh, and now the obligatory "Sorry I don't write enough" rant. My excuse is this: when I'm in a good mood, it's usually because I'm being busy and productive. I'm more likely to blog in a bad mood, because I'm not getting anything done then anyway. I realize, however, that you don't want to see a weekly rant from me about all the miserable little nothings going on in my life. So, in order to try to even out the positive:negative ratio of blog posts, I simply don't post as often as I could.

Recent Text Messages From My Father

Tuesday:
9:57PM
"Twins win! 4-3 on a pinch hit by Morales with 2 out in the 9th. You OK? Hsvent heard from you at all today. Im calling soon if you dont txt..."
9:59PM (after I texted him back saying I'm fine but busy. Text first if he wants to call)
"I dont want to bother you. Your txt let me know youre OK, so I dont have to call. Have a good night. Love you!"

Wednesday:
9:34PM
"So, how come you wont call or txt us, but the neighbors know all about what youre doing down there?"
(I don't reply because I guess I didn't hear it...)
9:52PM
"Hello? Whatcha up to?"
I reply and say "Sorry, I didn't see your first text." I meant to send another text message after that but forgot. He calls. "I haven't heard from you at all. I don't know what's going on." I try to explain that I haven't actually told these neighbors anything--they've simply seen things on facebook. He whines that they've mentioned seeing a bunch of pictures and hearing about all the cool things I'm doing. I've posted pictures of my room and pictures from the summer. Nothing he hasn't seen (although he left before I unpacked my room). I explain that I'm with friends and probably can't talk long, but he just wants to know what's been going on so I quickly fill him in on all the meetings and office hours I've had, my classes. He interrupts "You're talking really fast, like you have to pee."

... wtf?

I explain that my friends are waiting on me so I'm trying to fill him in quickly. He sounds insulted but suggests I call him sometime and says he won't try to call or text me unless I do first. He has been an empty-nester for a year now. Someone, please help him adjust.

I'VE HAD IT WITH THESE MONKEY-FIGHTING FRESHMEN, IN MY MONKEY-FIGHTING PARKING SPOTS!

Finally at school. Woot!

I'm starting to get pretty excited about a few of my upcoming events. Sunday are the RA floor meetings, and I'm hoping to make it to every single one. I probably should plan a speech of sorts, though, because I'll be dashing in and out of those. Monday, then, is the first RSA meeting, which, again, requires me to write up an agenda of sorts. The Sunday after the first week of school I have my Welcome Back frozen custard social, the first test of both the new RSA members and the willingness of the residents to participate. I'll be purchasing three giant tubs of custard and toppings. So, that's just the first week. Oh, and little things in there like General Council meetings, exec meetings, and my President-Advisers meeting.

There was some mistake and a bunch of freshmen ended up with Priority parking passes at the cost of a regular one. I'm afraid to drive anywhere, because i know I'll lose my parking spot. Last night I had to park in front of Walker. I think they're going to have to completely redistribute them, honestly, which really sucks. Or just redistribute a different color of priority passes and give the mistake freshmen regular passes. I don't know.

Move-in day was yesterday. I got to spend 5 hours renting out dollies to freshmen to move their stuff. And then tracking them down when they didn't return them for 2 hours. Fun stuff. The thing is, as annoying and terrible as it sounds, I really did miss it all.

Theres's all sorts of drama going on within the exec team of HCSA again. We're all hoping we don't have to go through and do another last-minute appointment for a vacated position. It's not looking good.

I'm planning on spending my day collecting free stuff and then planning for the next week or so.

3 days!

With the school year oh-so-fast approaching, I'm going to try, once again, to kick my blogging butt into high gear. The only problem? No idea what to say.

I've finally got a car. It's pretty, dark blue. We found it on Craig's List. It's kind of funny because at the beginning of the process I found the prettiest car-- a dark blue Pontiac Sunfire (2002, I think), right withing our price range-- and by the next day, the ad was down; it had sold. I was extremely disappointed because the search yielded very little else for at least a week. And then I found the Cavalier. Dark Blue. 2002. So similar, in fact, that most repair manuals will group the two together. So, yeah, that's my car. It's gorgeous, to me anyway. Still needs a name. And apparently some repairs. We've been searching the junkyards for days getting all the details in place, and thought we were done until my dad decided to teach me how to change a tire today. The wheel that we had randomly selected appeared to be rusted on to the hub (someone tell me how far off I am in my car terminology, 'cause I have no idea what I'm talking about). Can't wait to see how much this repair costs.

As of right now, I'm at Caribou again. I'm running out of time for these trips. I'll probably be here on Friday, but that's it. Saturday an acquaintance who lives somewhat nearby and also goes to OU will be caravanning with us down to OK. We plan to leave by 6 AM, which means no pre-travel Caribou. Friday night is it. I'm almost not sure which I'll miss more, Caribou, or the employees there. No, I take that back. Definitely the coffee. I wonder what would happen if I go to a coffee shop in OK and ask for a Reindeer Drink. I expect blank stares.

AT&T Commercial

Everyone loves that song and the commercial because they're just so damn cute.



I think there's something seriously wrong with me. I think I need more self-confidence. I think I need a guy, just so that pressure of "first boyfriend" can finally go away. I think I need to give it a rest and stop doing this over and over again, stop making something out of nothing, stop trying so hard, and stop letting myself get so involved. So what do I do instead?

Lyrics: Franklin (Paramore)

And when we get home, I know we won't be home at all
This place we live, it is not where we belong
And I miss who we were in the town that we could call our own
Going back to get away after everything has changed

...

So we stand here now and no one knows us at all
I won't get used to this
I won't get used to being gone
And going back won't feel the same if we aren't staying
Going back to get away after everything has changed

Goin' Anywhere

I think I've heard the song "Don't Stop Believin'" about 6 times today. That's not necessarily a bad thing; it's a good song.

I am currently at the NACURH (National Association of College and University Residence Halls) national conference. I've been told it's "like cheerleader camp on crack." Normally, I'd probably be okay with this, but quite honestly, I'm in a foul mood, and that makes it really hard to be peppy. And I can't even understand why. I mean, I had Caribou Coffee today (the Denver International Airport is my happy place).

I suppose I should start from the beginning, and by "beginning," naturally, I mean the end of the school year. My parents made it into town Friday night, after finals were over. By this point, most of campus was abandoned and they had the freedom to park wherever they wanted and take as much time as they wanted. The short version of this, since it doesn't matter all that much, was that it went off nearly without a hitch (little quarrels here and there, but otherwise tolerable) and they left and I was alone with all of my belongings crammed into two suitcases. I slept for two nights in their hotel, then spent Sunday night back in my dorm.

Monday, I checked out of my room and brought all my stuff to Eddie's to stay in his apartment for the week, although in actuality, most of the week was spent in his hometown of McAlester, Oklahoma. Monday afternoon we grabbed lunch, went back to his apartment for a while, and then packed up and left town. We stayed at his house, I in the guest bedroom. His mother was quite nice and even gave us money for food a few times, so we were able to go out to eat. She was a little obsessive about her dogs (they're Eddie's "sisters" and, much like my grandfather's annoyingly spoiled chi-poo-poo/poohuahua/whatever, use "piddle pads" so they can pee without going outside), but overall, a nice woman. We planned to leave town again Wednesday morning, which meant Eddie's mother was going to pay to fill up his gas tank Tuesday night. Well, apparently that was forgotten, so around 10 Wednesday morning, he called his mother and work and whined on the phone to her until she agreed to use her lunch break to come back and pay for his gas. Waitaminute waitaminute waitaminute. Are you serious?!

The fact is, he had been getting whinier and whinier as the week progressed, and I couldn't understand it. The problem has persisted, and I still don't. Wednesday and Thursday night were in Eddie's apartment. He mostly stuck to himself, but Thursday we went to paint paddles for NACURH (pics, I promise) in the HCSA area of Couch Center. Jay and I ran to Walmart for supplies and in the meantime, Eddie apparently decided to begin the painting. The paddles already had their base coat, half red and half white, so the next step was the word "RUF" in white on the red and "DUKS" in red on the white. For some reason the RUF stencil had gone missing, but Eddie went ahead and spraypainted the DUKS part. In the HCSA hallway. Spraypaint, yes... good idea. Well, for some reason the spray paint reacted funny with the coat underneath and it started to bubble oddlly. Eddie tried to fix the damage by blotting and/or wiping away the deformities in the letters. I saw none of this. What I saw when I got back to the conference room, in addition to the smell of spraypaint in a confined area, was smudged writing. Jay and I both laughed a little bit, but in a VERY easygoing way, and I thought it was quite clear that we were joking. Eddie got pissed and stopped working. He hardly spoke for the rest of the day (I should mention that he had painted both his paddle and mine). I improvised a stencil for the RUF part (the letter P, a handmade stencil traced on a paper plate from the word DUKS, and an E) and used it to blot-paint that part of the paddle onto each of ours with a foam sponge. Not perfect, but it turned out alright. As I was doing so, I said to Eddie, several times, that what happened with the DUKS was not his fault and it didn't really matter. He wouldn't speak to me. He's been just as moody since, and not just towards me, but also towards Jay, despite the fact that Jay finished his paddle for him (the other side of each has the owner's name on it).

Frankly, I'm getting sick of it. I just can't deal with it any more, and I can't understand it, and I'm not sure I care enough to keep trying to pry out of him the details of whatever has him so upset.

Additionally, despite the fact that we are all a tight group of friends and there are hundreds of people at this conference, I'm feeling incredibly lonely. Hannah and Lydia are rooming together (we brought three girls, so one of us had to room separately). Fine, that's not their fault, but Hannah only seems to want to talk to Lydia this trip. Eddie isn't talking to anyone. Jay probably feels just as left out as I do, but he and I just don't have much to talk about right now. We're not mad at each other, we're friends, but we have very little in common, as it turns out.

I want Shannon, and I want Akshatha, and I want Nyssa, and I want easy access to Caribou Coffee, and I want my kitties, and I just don't want to be here right now.

And I started developing a sore throat and stuffy nose late this morning, so I think I'm getting sick.

x_x

That little emoticon... that's me. After I eat all the junk food I just bought.

I went to the convenience store (the on-campus one--yay for using up meal points) and bought a pound or so of candy and a bottle of NOS. For those of you unfamiliar with it, NOS is a high-power energy drink. Tasty, too! After that, I went to Burger King, got a Tendercrisp chicken sandwich combo (with Pibb) and cheesy tots. I also have two five-hour energies in my room, one of them extra strength.

You see, my sleep schedule is a little bit... off. Last night, I was still awake when the fire alarms went off at 5:20AM (my dad assumed I was woken up by the alarms... ha). I went to bed shortly after we were allowed back inside the building, woke up a little after 9 and took the bus to the Weather Center, where I dropped off a few assignments, and then Shannon and I went to Jason's Deli (it's excellent, and there will be one in Eden Prairie, opening June 8th) and each ate about half of a potato the size of my face. Fecking delicious.

And then I went back to sleep. Until 5. Oops.

And now my weather radio is going off. We're in a flash flood watch, severe thunderstorm watch, and a few nearby counties are in a severe thunderstorm warning. It's hot out. The sky is bright blue. People are playing frisbee and sitting on swings, because it's so utterly summer-like outside. And I'm stuck in here, "studying." (I try, really, but it's so easy to convince yourself that, "oh, I'll just check facebook one more time...")

:)

Saturday was my birthday. 19 years old, one of the least significant birthdays out there. Worse, even, than 17. And on top of it, I was missing my aunt's memorial service. As a result, I basically planned to be in a bad mood, and I met my plans. But Shannon was planning a birthday party. That much I knew, and so we had it tonight.

At 9:50, I went to Jay's room, where Shannon, Richard, Jay, and Lydia were waiting. There was a cake on the table in the center of his room, clearly handmade and very delicious-looking and two gifts wrapped in pink butcher paper, probably stolen from either the Walker or Couch RSA office. I opened the first and saw a big pink smiley face. Oh, wait... not just a smiley face... and octopus. Fun. And it opens--yes, a pink octopus cookie jar. And I opened it up to find... CONDOMS. A cookie jar full of condoms, many of which, as it turned out, were my own to begin with. A few days ago, Shannon and Jay formulated a master plan so Shannon could take all the condoms out of the box on my desk. Mixed in with the condoms in the jar was the can opener I had lent to Jay while Shannon was in my room, eating Chinese food. Oh, those sneaky little devils. The other gift was a dragon kite, because I had been telling Shannon for days that I wanted to fly a kite. She and I will be flying it on Friday and/or Saturday, and then, only about a week later, I will be flying a kite with Akshatha (this is a promise/threat).

As it turns out, I have the coolest friends ever.

Love to everyone back home--I can't wait to see you. As a matter of fact, I booked my flight today and I will be home (well, at the MSP airport) at 8:53 p.m. Saturday, May 26th. And the next day I plan to have Caribou Coffee at least 6 times. Anyone wanna call dibs on first, second, or third trips? Better yet, we'll combine them all in one and go to MOA. :)

Here he is!

Upgrade! The silver box to the right is where I used to keep all of my condoms. It was completely stuffed.

And there it is, all full!

Welcome to finals season

I realize it's been nearly a month since my last post, so I guess it's time to start catching people up, huh...

Well, Shannon and Richard are no longer. They're on a break/broken up (brings to mind the Ross-Rachel dilemma in friends). It doesn't look good. They're treating it as a breakup. I think Shannon realizes it's for the better, but she's having trouble coming to terms with it. I can't blame her. She had a lot invested in this relationship. Richard seems mostly unconcerned. He cares for her, but there's only so much he can do. He tries to be sensitive, but it's not his specialty. And, with Shannon still working things out for herself, it's going to be really hard for me to see him flirting with everyone at NACURH. I try to be somewhat supportive on both ends, although Shannon obviously needs it more. She hasn't been eating well, but she's trying, and her appetite is increasing slightly.
I can't criticize. The day before she stopped eating, I had also stopped. I ate two meals in four days, but my appetite is basically back to normal by now. That was all two weeks ago.

Everyone seems to be miserable, though. It hurts a lot. And it hurts even more when I realize that, personally, I've had the best year of my life. High school was shit for me. It would have been unbearable without Nyssa and Akshatha, but even so, the whole purpose of high school was to lead up to graduation and getting out of that stupid little town. High school... it sucked. Plain and simple. This year, roads of opportunity are opening for me. I have more amazing friends than ever. I have personal freedom, I've experienced personal growth. Everything's different, but it's amazing. I almost don't want to go home. But I miss Akshatha and Nyssa. And I want, more than anything, to give my mom a hug.

For once, I think I have the right reasons for things. It's refreshing. But it's going to make the next two weeks so, so hard.

Not again...

There's some drama going on in the background of everyone's lives right now. I don't understand it. Nobody will openly talk about it, except sometimes Alice. It's there, though. And the subtle tension is starting to get to me.

And while I'd love to turn to food for comfort, the only thing that sounds truly delicious is Indian food, much of which contains meat (which I gave up for lent). The rest of which I can't get to anyway because I don't have a car. I think I should propose an... unorthodox Easter dinner to my parents.

Been a while

I've always been bad at maintaining these. Diaries, journals, blogs, etc. Maybe some year I'll try a vlog (video blog) and see how that goes.

For starters, elections have come and gone. I was really worried for a while. My opponent has lived in Couch all year, and I only for a month. But it seems like she gave up halfway through. She never hung up any publicity. Her facebook group had a countdown, frozen at "6 days until the election" until the day before the election, when the line was simply deleted. Well, I won, and by quite a margin. 131-72. And mine was probably the easiest of the races.

Nonetheless, people in my group (which is kind of like a little political party) were elected to every position for which they ran. Richard got Adams back. Lydia was uncontested for Cate. Elizabeth got Walker. Hannah got HCSA President, and Jay got Vice President. But Jay being elected means that Eddie was not. And he found out in the worst way possible. We were waiting for the e-mail telling us that the votes were counted and he and I decided we wanted to know the purpose of a first, second, third, etc. choice vote. We went back into the HCSA hallway to find out and as we approached the first open door, we heard "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Did he really do it again?! Was it by, like, eight votes again?" There was only one person that could refer to. Last year, Jay won the Vice Presidential election, despite everyone thinking he wouldn't stand a chance, by only 12 votes. Eddie and I froze in the hallway. Eddie turned around and stormed out.

He was really upset, and that upset me, too. Empathy can be a real bitch sometimes. I was completely unable to celebrate my own success or that of my party.

But he's doing better now, and I'm doing better. We're getting ready to have the results validated, and we're going to be selecting people for the appointed positions soon.

Paintball was Sunday. I managed to escape it pretty safely. I don't have any bruises and all the paint washed out of my clothes. Good day. Shannon and Richard, on the other hand, both have giant welts. Ow. I'm still planning my care package program, but my day today took a turn for the worse when the person I was contacting about a Day of Silence/Break the Silence dance (the president of GLBTF) said they had found another venue. She only sent me that e-mail, a week after our last correspondence, because I sent her two messages today saying things like "I'm turning in the room reservation and the Coke product request. Let me know what's going on." Here we are, halfway through the month, and I need a new April event. I'm thinking some sort of vegetarian thing. Maybe include some vegan foods too. I don't know. It takes almost two weeks to plan any events, and I need a solid idea. Since I'm already doing the care package program, a "Free dinner" event seems like I'm just giving away funds. I should at least include some education or something. But that's where it gets preachy. I don't care if people are vegetarians. They should just know there are plenty of good vegetarian dishes available. Also, an excuse to get Indian food and Rusty's Frozen Custard.

IF ANYONE READING THIS HAS ANY IDEAS, LET ME KNOW!

A busy week just turned into a slow week, and vice versa

Originally, it was so:
Monday: Meetings
Wednesday: Game Night
Thursday: Dance for Life
Friday: Ice Skating
Sunday: Paintballing


Paintballing had to be canceled early in the week because there were so many paperwork issues. It was postponed until next Sunday.
Now ice skating has been postponed a week as well, due to the snow that's supposed to be coming in this afternoon and tomorrow afternoon. Because 1-3 inches is a big deal in Oklahoma and people don't know how to drive in snow.

My idea: Someone should open up a driving practice course where they make FAKE snow and people can just come and practice driving in it. And they can set up huge-normous fans to simulate wind and everything. People could be taught.

But whatever... Next weekend is just going to be really busy. That is, in addition to more meetings Monday, Ice Skating Friday, Paintballing Sunday, there will also be a luncheon Friday and a banquet Saturday relating to various awards. Oh, and all my one-on-one meetings with advisors (usually Tuesdays and Thursdays) have also been canceled due to their meetings for setup for aforementioned banquets as well as RA interviews.

Poo.

Oh, well. Lots of planning time, then. Planning for Day of Silence. Planning for Care Package program. Let's just hope they work out.