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Monday, September 25th, 2006
So, hi. I know I haven't posted in, um, several months (bad Gus!) but what with this summer and now school starting up, it's been crazy.
To begin, a list of things.
1. I am kinda loving this new Vault coke thingy. Indeed, it does drink like a soda and kick like an energy drink.
2. Mollie bought me a Lyle Lovett CD this weekend because she loves me, and I am freaking loving it. It's "The Road to Ensenada," and I highly recommend it. I like Lyle Lovett because he's an Aggie (ok, so I'm biased), but also because although he doesn't have some classically beautiful voice like Josh Groban or a stereotypical country voice like Garth Brooks, everything he sings sounds so real. He's not trying to put on airs or do something he doesn't want to do, he just sings the songs he wants to sing because he wants to sing them. I sound like a fangirl, i know, but I'm really not. I just really like Lyle Lovett. Also, country + folk + gospel + blues = pretty freaking awesome.
3. Because some people have been asking, yes, me and Greg are still together. I guess my prolonged absence made people wonder. But yeah, we're still together, doing great, terrorizing College Station with our wacky adventures. Like that time I convinced him to drive with me to Houston at 1:45 in the morning to go see a bunch of dead people. Also, hey greg, we still have all those fireworks to shoot off. . .
4. I HAVE A NEW PUPPY. I haven't put pictures up yet, but I'm gonna do it today. Maybe. Anyway, she's an 8 week old Basset Hound. Rachel and Tonie named her Lily Belle, which is a good Southern sort of name, but we just call her Lily, or sometimes "oh no please don't pee on that." The crate and house training have been going well so far. I've started reading this book on dog psychology, and a lot of it makes sense, even though I never thought about it before. All the stuff about pack mentality and the owner as pack leader, and how your attitude around the dog will affect how the dog behaves around you. Pretty interesting stuff.
5. Um, I have class soon. Botany. Specifically, BOTN 301, Taxonomy of Flowering Plants. Interesting material, boring prof. He has one of those voices that just lulls you to sleep. I've taken to working sudoku puzzles while he lectures so I can keep my mind engaged enough to not drift off. Anyway, so first I had Latin, and got my test back, and as predicted, it absolutely kicked my ass. Then I came in here, dorked around on my computer. Then I'm going to botany, then choir, then botany lab, then home for a quick meal and to play with the dogs, then BACK to campus for my film class's weekly movie screening. I don't remember what we're watching, but my prof has good taste, so it'll probably be nifty.
6. Dang, I love this Lyle Lovett album.
7. There's a career fair in here and I'm going to get a 5-minute massage before my next class. Bye.
My dad collapsed at work yesterday. They thought he had a stroke. It turns out it wasn't actually a stroke (his CAT scan and bloodwork came back normal). There was some sort of blockage that prevented enough blood from getting to his brain. He's back home now, and they've scheduled tests to look at his carotid arteries and his heart, to see what the problem is. He's also got some sort of pinched nerve in his back (he went all rigid when he blacked out, and they think he might have strained against his chair or something) and he's in a lot of pain, but they gave him some Vicodin to help with that. Aside from the back pain, he's mostly better. I'll update if/when we find out anything else.
In other news, I might have a chance to be a character performer at DisneyWorld this fall. I kept seeing signs and posters for this Disney College Program thing (www.wdwcollegeprogram.com) and I went to the presentation, filled out an application, had a phone interview last night, and they recommended me for the character performer audition. It's in San Antonio this Monday at 1:00, so if anyone wants to drive down with me, let me know.
I didn't know the two guys being honored, but I looked them up on facebook. Their walls are full of "i miss you"s and "I know you're looking down on us now"s. I guess John's death has made me extra-sensitive to the whole issue right now, because seeing their facebook profiles made me get all choked up. Usually, when I hear about someone's death, even if I knew them personally, my first thought isn't "I'll miss them," but "I can't imagine pain their family and friends are going through." At John's services, I cried because I was mad that I didn't have more time to get to know John, but also because I saw the pain that Reed was going through and I so badly wanted to make him feel better. Seeing him cry absolutely broke my heart.
More on this later, maybe. Class is about to start.
Holy crap, it's been a busy week. Thursday night was the opening night of Little Shop of Horrors at the high school, so we all went to see Rachel in her fabulous role as Hobo #12 and Clippings Girl. The show was ok, I think. They rented the plant puppets from a high school in Houston, so they looked really professional. The guy who played Seymour reminded me of Tobey Maguire a la Spiderman. I could hardly get over how freaking adorable he was.
I had a geography test on Friday, and I should be getting that grade back on Wednesday. I included illustrations in my essay, so maybe I'll get a few brownie points for that. Friday night, I went out to dinner with g_dude and his mom and brother, and I saw my geography prof at Chili's. O_o It was a little bit weird.
On Saturday, we (teh family) drove down to John & Reed's house in Houston for the Celebration of Life that Reed organized. It was a much nicer event than the Episcopal service in San Antonio that we went to last week. Church funerals are incredibly depressing. It's weird how you can go from discussing the merits of English riding versus Western to bawling your eyes out two minutes later. The whole thing was completely unreal.
The thing on Saturday was definitely more relaxed, though. I think that the initial shock and pain of John's death had begun to pass by that time, so it was easier to laugh at jokes and enjoy ourselves. It was also a chance for John's friends in Houston to pay their respects. I think I probably saw more gay men in one place on Saturday than I have in my entire life so far, lol. Yay for small-town Texas. Rachel and I had great fun pointing out the shoes that we liked, and observing how utterly heterosexual my dad and uncle looked compared to them. I'm not sure if Tonie really understood what was going on, though. She fell asleep during the bit where Reed and John's friends all shared their memories of John, and all she cared about afterwards was the food. le sigh. I'm not sure if I should say anything about it to her. I don't want to upset her, but I want her to understand what's going on.
On a happier note, I HAVE NEW BABIEZ OMG OMG OMG. I got a ( neon blue dwarf gouramiCollapse ) and a little Chinese catfish to help keep the algae in the tank under control. Everyone seems to be adjusting well. The gourami is named Little Blue ("Ah, Little Blue? She is sub-level, dude.") and the catfish is named Horse because when Rachel and I went to riding camp a few years ago at Camp Pendleton, her horse had really long whiskers and was named Catfish.
I just got back from a choir thing at Freebirds, which was lots of fun. Yay choir nerds!
I donated blood today on a whim. Scott & White had brought one of those RVs out to the plaza by the MSC, and since I had two hours to kill, I signed up. I'd never donated blood before, and everything was going peachy until I'd finished and the nurse-person pulled the needle out, at which point I clearly recall saying "I feel really lightheaded all of a sudden." I came to a few minutes later, covered in cold wet washclothes, sweating, and in a different lounge chair than I had been in two minutes earlier. O_o
Moral of the story -- Don't donate blood on an empty stomach.
But I DID get a free sweatshirt! w00t!
I finally decided on a New Year's resolution. Brace yourself, and please don't laugh. (. . .) I'm going to run a sprint-length triathlon. It's a 1/4 mile swim, a 12 mile bike ride, and a 3 mile run. I found a training program designed for people like me who have next to no athletic instincts, and over the course of 22 weeks, builds you up to the point where you could run a sprint triathlon. I bought new running shoes on Sunday (they're pink! aha!) and I need a new training swimsuit. I was going to start today, but after this recent development (see above, ahem) they told me to take it easy for the next 24 hours.
I want to create a separate journal to keep a training log in, but I have no ideas for a name. Any suggestions?
I'm not sure exactly how many of ya'll already knew about this, but for those who haven't heard, I'll start at the beginning.
My dad's cousin (my second cousin, technically, although we're closer than the name would imply) has been HIV positive for the last fifteen years or so. Until this past fall, he was really healthy, but around Thanksgiving, he became sick. He's been in the hospital since then, and within the last week or so, he contracted pneumonia. During an operation to clean out his lungs (I'm not exactly sure how it works) his heart stopped, and he's been in a coma and on a respirator since then. His two sisters are in Houston with him and his partner (they've been together for at least ten years), and after his dad arrives from San Antonio, they're going to disconnect his life support.
God, this sucks. We all knew that it would happen eventually, but now that it's actually happening, like RIGHT NOW, THIS VERY MOMENT, I can't stand to think about it.
I'm probably going to be gone later this week for the services, but I don't know when exactly everything will happen. I guess I'll make more updates as we recieve more news.
I spent two hours at the mall today and ended up with a bunch of new clothes -- all on sale. I rock so hard. I'm tired of looking like a bum (ripped jeans, old t-shirts) so I've decided to rebuild my wardrobe with a more adult/professional look, but without looking like an Abercrombie clone *GAG*. I still wanna get some new shoes and some accessories, and once I've accomplished that, I think I'll have a pretty good foundation to work with.
Also on my to-do list:
1) Go apartment hunting. Find a place within my budget, close to campus, preferably with bathtub (not required, but it'd be nice). 2) Find a job. Um. Retail, maybe? Best Buy, PetCo, Hastings? Student worker jobs are nice, because they let you work around your class schedule, but most pay only minimum wage, and since I'm going to be paying rent next semester, I need to find something a bit more lucrative. BUT I've heard that working retail is a truly hellish experience. Hmm. Waitressing? 3) Clean room, clean out closet, clean out dresser. Take unwanted to clothes to Plato's Closet/Goodwill. Sell old formals on eBay? 4) Find inner peace.
I'm not gonna spill every detail of my Christmas loot, but I did get a new 5 gallon fish tank (SQUEEEEE!), some new clothes, and a book about juggling. (I actually bought the juggling book for myself last week, and hid it so "Santa" could bring it for me). I've been practicing since yesterday, and I can already juggle three bean bags. Aren't you all proud of me? I figure that if I'm going to run away and join the circus, I'd better have a marketable skill, so I'm gonna have to practice every day since I'm so far behind schedule.
It is 39 degrees outside. It is snowing in Huntsvegas. Main campus has closed for the day due to the ice.
And I am still wearing flip-flops.
In other news, I found out today that my archaology final is optional, which is a big relief. So that leaves about four papers to worry about, plus a speech. Lovely. And THEN, on Thursday (one week, omg) I get my wisdom teeth out. Expect a drug-induced phone post or two.
Seriously, though, I'm so relieved that this semester is almost over. I can't wait to get home and RELAX.
I saw the most incredible thing last night. At about 9:15, I was walking back to my room after rehearsal. I glanced up at the clock tower, and saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked up at the moon, and there was a huge circular ring of bright white light surrounding it. I went back to the auditorium to tell everyone else to come look, and a few people came back outside with me. By that time, the ring of light had dimmed a little, but we could see a spectrum at the bottom of the ring. When I looked straight at the moon, which was almost directly overhead, I could barely see the whole ring in my field of vision. It was that big.
Since there was no way I could get a picture of it, here's my crappy five-minute Photoshop representation. The curved horizon is supposed to imitate a wide angle lens, since this thing was so huge. Also, you can see where I painted in the spectrum at the bottom.( Pic!Collapse )
I did some Googling, and discovered that the ring of light is called a corona and is actually quite common with both the moon and the sun. However, I never found a picture that showed a corona as big or as bright as the one I saw. The really cool part, though, is the spectrum I saw. It's called a moon bow, and is really rare. Last night, only about ten minutes passed from the time we could make out the spectrum until it had faded away completely.
Basically, I figure that what I saw last night is probably a once-in-a-lifetime thing, which I think is pretty damn cool. :-)
Last night I dreamed that I made out with Harry Potter. And dude. It was hot.
This weekend was pretty fun. I got to Huntsvegas around 9:30 Friday night, and then on Saturday we went to humantrampoline's apartment for her Halloween party. We watched MST3K: The Movie and played Scene It (I won, despite my sloshed-ness!) and then retired back to g_dude's apartment. Sunday morning we drove to CS to see Tonie get her very first hymnal in church (all the secondgraders get one), and then I went shoe shopping and found shoes to wear this weekend to the ball. Fun times.
And now I have to go, because I have a test in sixteen minutes.
I think I need to go to UTMB today. I may or may not have an eye infection (I think it's just irritated, but it's been bloodshot for the last two days), but what's really worrying me is this killer muscle cramp in my abdomen. It's on the lower right side of my tummy, and every time I try to move or cough or (the worst of all) sneeze, it feels like I'm being stabbed. It started Saturday night, and even after six ibuprofen in 24 hours, it hasn't improved. In fact, it keeps getting worse. It's probably nothing serious, but I don't think it's gonna go away without something stronger than generic Advil.
And hey, if I can get a medical excuse to miss some classes, I'll actually have time to watch Firefly!
Holy cow, it's been forever since I've updated. So, um, to recap. . .
1) Hurricane Rita came through, but the damage wasn't that bad. A few places in the Strand were hit really hard, but campus was fine. We came back to school that next Thursday, so I had about a weeklong break. I spent the first part at Greg's apartment in Huntsville, then I went back to CS to stay with Mama and la familia.
2) I don't think I've mentioned this, but I'm in the TAMUG Drama Club production of "A Tomb With a View." It's a comedy-thriller murder mystery thing, like Clue: The Movie. I play Dora Tomb, a wacky old lady who poisons people with her homemade wines and then buries them in the rose gardens. Fun times. Performances are November 17, 18, and 19, at 7:00, in CLB 100 (the auditorium). Be there, bitches! Wheeee!
3) My ickle baby sister went to her first ever high school formal this past weekend! zomg! Mom sent me a picture and omg, she looked so pretty. It's weird to see silly, spastic, athletic Rachel with her hair done up and in heels and everything.
4) Mr. TAMUG is tonight at 9:00, and although I'm not competing (duh), I told John I'd be his dance partner for a swing routine he wants to do for his talent. We choreograped about half of it last night, and we're gonna finish tonight. He taught me how to do some aerials, and omg, they're so much fun. can't wait till tonight.
5) After mourning Arkanoid for a respectable amount of time, I got new fish. I have two guppies and a snail. The gups are named Adam and Gary (you get a cookie if you catch the reference) and teh snail is called Slimer. They live on my desk, so I can watch them and zone out while I'm supposed to be studying, and they're very cute. And also incredibly gay for each other.
6) I have a five page paper due next week that I'm going to write about Daily Show. hee!
7) I'm alone at work, and I'm bored, so here's some stuff that I'm amusing myself with and I thought ya'll would appreciate.
Classes were canceled at noon today, and all students were required to be off the campus by 3. I rode with Shana to her house in Spring, and Greg met us there and picked me up, and now I'm in Huntsville with him. yay! Well, not yay because of the hurricane, obviously, but yay because now I have a long weekend to spend with Greg.
I don't think classes have been rescheduled yet, but if campus is to messed up to go back to, they're going to move everything to main campus.
So, according to ( this map,Collapse ) Galveston is going to be wiped off the map this weekend. Right now the city is encouraging optional evacuations, and a mandatory evacuation will probably be put in place by Wednesday afternoon. Fun. I'm going to start packing some things tonight and I'd like to make a quick Wal-Mart run tonight or tomorrow, so if anyone who is reading this would be willing to take me, let me know k thx!
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