Stories of Today

So it's late at night and I'm feeling a wee bit flippy (and no, I don't know what that means) so I figured instead of writing a witty, respectable blog entry as usual, I would write some mindless incoherent grabble (again, no idea what that means). So here was today:
WOW I blew that bio test, I haven't gotten a score that low since middle school, but as long as I was above average I'm okay with it!

I can't believe I'm paying out-of-state tuition to take chemistry 21 only to relearn the quadratic formula which I learned in 8th grade and have been effectively REtaught every year since. AND Weeks didn't even use "phenomenologically" ONCE! I think I cursed myself and I'm very disappointed by that.

Kenton's blog entry is hilarious. Crossroads...what a brilliant movie. Hazardous levels of alcohol...NOT so impressive. But I had a meaningful chat with Connor to let him know why it is bad. I believe it went something like:
Me: Don't let Kenton be your role model
Con: Why?
Me: Because alcohol is bad. Let me be your role model!
Con: Why?
Me: Because not drinking is cool
Con: Okay.
Those deep sibling one-on-ones really rock.

I'm listening to Alison Krauss, Gwen Stefani, Johnny Cash, Jackson Browne, and the Les Miserables soundtrack which makes me reflect on my eclectic music tastes. Eh. I don't discriminate on the basis of genre and that's all about that.

I made a fool of myself in Italian today. I thought he said to write a paragraph about someone in the class. He really said write a sentence comparing two people in the class. Hey, at least I know the words for person and class. And what would YOU think paragrafio means??? I mean really...

Psyc was boring as usual. No more pigeons though. Word up to Alan who has to sit next to me in that class which, an hour after my coffee break and being the frustratingly moronic class that it is, happens to be when my increasingly strong ADD tendencies manifest themselves. Pen tapping, excessive doodling, tetris-playing, under the breath grumblings, doing-of-other homework, etc.

And what was WITH that bio test? Gosh...it has controlled my life for so long now, it's just too hard to forget! And I studied so hard, that now I'm 2 1/2 chapters behind in reading for the next section, not to mention 2 chapters and a whole lotta homework behind in chemisty. Phew.

Country music you ask? Well thank GOD we've moved out of the Nashville Sound era (my apologies Patsy Cline and Floyd Cramer, you were the good ones in the bunch). The Bakersfield Sound hasn't really impressed me so much either- can we PLEASE get to the overproduced, commercialized, pop country?? Seriously folks, I'm gonna blow my cool here pretty soon if I don't get some Toby-lovin'.

Brad's back!! Well, not back. He broke his back. Well wait. He IS back, just back in Colorado. Yay Brad! Poor Brad. He's in so much pain. Which means....great pain meds! Hey, when life gives you lemons you make sweet tea, right? Oh well, he's his happy witty self so I'm glad. And Brad, if you're reading this, consider it my preemptive apology for breaking my promise to you. No matter how hard you try, I'm not naming my first child Theominsterflub, Blazerhazmaz, or Brad. (And I realize I totally blew those names, my memory is full of bio and country music songs right now...there was just no room)

I talked to John Russell today! HI JOHN RUSSELL! Oh come on, any self-respecting guy with me on his buddy list is totally reading this blog. Well probably not anymore since I stopped (did I ever start?) making sense. Anyway, John rocks my world and he always makes my day. :) We like him so much we're not going to let him graduate.

My dad broke the faucet at home. Really Dad, great. This is a new level of odd. Something about getting his wedding band stuck and almost getting his finger ripped off. Almost as gruesome as John's pics of his stitches (ewww). Connor and I had a laugh about that one. Hey Connor- where's my cell phone?? Have you seen my sunglasses?? Awww Dad, you know I love you, really. ;)

And why, WHY, have I been asked 3 times in the past 2 days if I smoke pot? Do I have some sort of aura about me or something? And at PCM no less! Just because I'm from Colorado folks, does NOT mean I am acquainted with what prof. Lawson endorses as "mari-jew-uana". I can't really spell it phonetically, but kind of blur the last part together (French-esque) and you've probably got it.

Dilbert is great. Learning the guitar is great. Learning ASL is great. Vitamin C is great. Spring Break being soon is great (Atlanta better prepare itself...) CAREFREE KOOLERS IS GREAT (does 2 1/2 packs within the course of 5 or 6 hours count as an addiction?) Ben and Jerry's is great. Blair is greater. Dierks Bentley tickets, Doc Watson tickets, Darrell Scott and Big Fat Gap concerts, and MerleFest tickets are grrrrrrreat! (Like the cereal). I will definitely get my dose of country (more like bluegrass) this semester. WOO. hoo.

Ramsey is my hero. I got her pie recipe and got put on Adam's listserv from Firenze all in one night! Yay Ramsey. AND I have a picture of her (you if you're reading this) at the Dance Marathon. I didn't know she (you) were in it, and then I was like WHOA. That's pretty much the whole story.

Brunch tomorrow? Yeah probably. I mean, we only get one more week of French Toast Sticks at Chase. (I capitalize them because of their extreme importance to my life at this point).

Oh and I'm reading a really bad book about a girl who smoked pot, did crack, drank beer and wine and bourbon, all before she was 6 years old! I'm only 20 or so pages in, and I have to finish it by day two of my psych experiment on Monday, whoops. This of course is after I stay up all night after the Duke game and wake up at 4:45 to work at the homeless shelther that morning, have 8,9,10 (exp), 11, 12 classes and a lab 1-5 or 6ish. FUNNNNN WEEK!!

I think I'm going to start accumulating sleep now. So WAKE UP. This blog entry is finally over. Gosh, I'm sorry. Are any of you still reading this?

Oh Kim, we found out the origin of the phrase "buckaroo"- look toward the Bakersfield Sound era of country music. Except you won't see this because you gave up the internet or something crazy like that for Lent. Okay, I love God and all, but the internet? I write poems instead. :)

Alright, I'm stealing John Russell's phrase:
"peace"

Or I could use Connor's phrase:
"oh okay, uh...yeah see you soon"

This is my school, my high society- did I mention Dilbert is great? Whoa, no more narcotics for me. Just kidding Mom.