Tuesday, April 26, 2005

There are several weeks throughout the school year that I love.
The first week of fall classesThe week after ThanksgivingFall Finals WeekThe first week of spring classesThe week after spring breakSpring Finals Week
Why? Because I can be assured of a longer casual conversation with friends and acquaintances. Instead of "Hey, how's it going?" or "What's up?" I can say "How are finals treating you?" or "How was your break/summer?". This makes me feel like more of a human being. I always feel my on-campus casual conversations are very robotic or formulated. I guess they still are during these weeks, but they seem a little more personal.
Anyway, I wish I had been able to see the Celebration Spring Show, but I was on the 5 p.m. train to Kirksville Friday evening. And by train I mean car. And by 5 p.m. I mean 5:30. Anyway, I was on my way to see my fiancée, Samantha, and also to see her choir, Cantoria sing Saturday night.
I thoroughly enjoyed my visit with Samantha and it was nice to stay the extra day and come back this afternoon. I felt quite domestic this weekend since I painted a room, cleaned and rearranged with Sam, washed dishes, and spent some quality time at Ace Hardware. I forgot how much I love spending time in hardware stores.
Sadly, my weekend also reminded me of that scene from Old School where Frank (Will Ferrell) is talking about his weekend plans:"Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time."Now, don't get me wrong. I love working around the house, but it also felt very adult-like. I'm not ready to enter the real world. Anyway, I digress. By Sunday afternoon, I was dead tired. I decided I was done for the day and relaxed on the couch. All in all, it was a very productive weekend.
But back to Saturday night and the Cantoria concert... That choir has some amazing qualities, and it turns out they dislike their director like many of T.C. members dislike Dr. Town. Anyway, the first half of their program was astounding, and they even pulled off an 11-movement chorale. That was magnificent, although the only parts that really moved me were 1, 2 and 9. Don't ask me the exact name of the piece because I left my program in the car.However, the second half of the program lacked spirit. Perhaps it was because they were tired after their amazing first half. Perhaps it was because they were handed that music two weeks before the concert. But most of all it was because their director told them to sing "My Soul's Been Anchored in the Lord" by Moses Hogan as straight as possible. It was disheartening. They suddenly took on a very Caucasian style. VERY Caucasian. Nevertheless, I'm a stickler for vowels and that is something at which Cantoria excels. Good vowels MAKE MY JUICES JUICE...in the words of Dr. Town.
My finals week is moving along quite nicely, and I don't actually have any finals until Wednesday morning at 7:30. Ugh, three 7:30 finals this week, but at least I get them done early in the morning.
Well, I told Sarah I would be at Fine Arts at 8:45 tomorrow morning to practice with her for her jury at 9:10, so I should probably wrap this up and head to bed. My bed is covered with clothes, so I might just sleep on the futon I put together tonight. No, I'm not crazy. I'll be sticking around my room after this week during summer classes, so it made sense to put together the futon rather than just leave it stacked up in the corner of my room.
I apologize for the long time span between updates and I'll try to do better in the future. I promise nothing for next week, however, because I'll be in Michigan and I don't get online as much up there.
*Special thanks to Tipps for providing words for my post. I could only think of the word associates when I needed to use acquaintances. His speedy assistance is greatly appreciated.*

Thursday, April 21, 2005

I need encouragement to take up my story again. I won't provide the whole thing, but I want some responses on this section.
Josh hung up the phone and rolled out of bed, not feeling ready to tackle the day, and already dreading the end of the day, when he stumbled back into his apartment, threw his keys on the counter, and crashed into the mussed bed. Standing in the cramped bedroom of his cheap little apartment, he looked out the window and up into the small sliver of the sky he could see from his abode. The clouds were swollen with the large drops of water that streaked down his window and continued to fall down to the cramped alley, where cats ducked beneath refuse to avoid the wet.
‘Another day of this?’ he thought to himself, rubbing his face with the palm of his left hand as he stumbled toward the bathroom. Leaning on the grungy sink, which desperately needed to be cleaned, but he had not yet found time, he stared into the mirror at the image of himself. Who was the man looking back in the mirror? This gaunt, drained character with sullen eyes and no livelihood jarred his consciousness.
‘Is this really me? Boy oh boy, if the folks back home could see me now. Their poster child, surviving on ramen noodles and working a double shift at a grungy little record store for a few measley bucks. Is this what college was for?’ Sighing in exasperation, Josh turned away and wrenched the handle for the shower to come on. As the cheap shower head sputtered water sporadically in the shower and the floor outside of the cheap prefabricated unit common in cheap housing and seedy motels, Josh reviewed the schedule of the day’s events in his head.

“Even broken love is better than loneliness,”

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

*EDIT* Let me just say that I didn't screw up and cause a huge problem, so I'm getting really pissed that they're being so demanding with me to fix it. Fuck it, the class is done tomorrow and there's nothing they can say or do that will make my sources actually answer the phone, read their emails or contact me. I have a paper to do, and I'm not paid AT ALL by the Missourian so I refuse to clean up their mess.
Well, I have one more paper left this semester, and it's due at 9:30 tomorrow morning. I've done practically nothing on it. Thanks to those who read my articles and gave feedback, it really helps my primary research.
In other news, today saw the birth of "Random Acts of Yoohoo." I was at Beal Park this evening with the brothers until I had tech writing, but I came back after my final. I talked with Lee, James and Stephen for a bit and then proceeded home, but I had to stop for a drink (non-alcoholic). I pulled into Bearcat express and said, "I think I want a chocolatey drink, I'll grab a Yoohoo." I got to the Yoohoo section of Bearcat express and they had two remaining bottles of Yoohoo. "I know who would like this other bottle," I thought to myself. So I grabbed it too, paid for it and left for home.
Upon entering South Complex, I chatted with my RA who was working the desk and then stopped by the humble abode of Mr. Kyle Kurtz. With a quick knocking on his door, he opened it up and I presented him with the bottle of his favorite chocolate drink. His eyes lit up like an obese child at an all-you-can-eat candy store. I explained that Random Acts of Kindness are being replace by Random Acts of Yoohoo. I hope I improved his evening just a little bit, and now I will pass the message on to you. When you grab an icy cold bottle of Yoohoo, grab one for a friend and commit your own Random Act of Yoohoo.
Well, the research argument on narrative journalism awaits, so I'm off to do that. Have a good night, I could be up for awhile.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

I'm full of conflicting emotions.
1. I am now an official member of Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia Fraternity. Nothing compares to the pride I feel right now to be a part of this great group. I'd expand, but I'm sure my brothers understand what I'm talking about and the other readers don't need to know. I look forward to a lifetime with this group (just as long as I reach alumni status and not drift aimlessly as a collegiate member for all my years).
2. I am exhausted and sleep-deprived.
3. However, I have a crapload of homework to complete, and that requires staying up. This problem can be eliminated with the elimination of the source, aka Advanced Composition.
I'd write more, but I have enough of a dilemma right now. More to come in the future.

Monday, April 18, 2005


My weekend has gone rather well, and I feel I've accomplished quite a bit. I went on a long walk Friday evening and I had a nice chat with Beth and Precious. It was very settling, which was a nice anchor for my hectic, homework-filled weekend. I also went over to the Station and had a nice little chat with Kelli, the next RHA President. We had "training," which basically means we talked about a lot of random shit including literature.
Saturday brought a day for American Novel journaling (which I still need to work on) and a couple of outings with my Phi Mu Alpha probationary class. We were on the lookout for costumes for our song because it is just that cool, and although we didn't find what we were looking for, I had a good time with the Davids. The Davids...does that sound like some weird band name to anyone else?
I also had my interviews with Justin and Dane, which meant a trip out to Mozingo to hang out with them and the other guys in my class. "That's what she said" was the phrase of the night (thanks to me), and I don't think I've laughed that hard in quite some time. Justin is serious about nature, and I had fun hanging out by the fire.
I came back to town and dropped off the guys. I then went to St. Paul's to practice the organ for this morning, and I found out today that I practiced two wrong hymns last night, but the right ones sounded much better than the two I struggled through. I was on the mark for the organ this morning, and that is always a nice feeling. I've definitely made a lot of progress since last spring when I started playing the organ. I can play with the pedals pretty well now.
I have the Tower Choir concert this afternoon and some heavy reading for Phi Mu Alpha, so my evening looks pretty book. Fifteen more journal entries for American Novel and that class is on the downhill sprint. At least that's one stress out of the way. My technical writing final is Wednesday and my last meeting for the Northwest Missourian is Thursday. Yearbook practicum ends tomorrow, and who knows how many more times Dr. Town will require our presence at the Tower Choir Hour. Needless to say, the semester is winding down well enough. Advanced Composition remains as my only major roadblock, but I've given up the pursuit of an A in that class.
Well, I need to go switch my laundry, so I will probably update more later when I'm trying to put off homework.

PERVERT! Did you scroll down here just to see some skin before reading my post? I can't believe you. Don't you care what's going on in my life? Why would I post nude pictures on my Xanga? This is not some porn site, this is a place for my thoughts.
Just kidding, I just thought it would be funny to see how many people would immediately scroll down to look at the photos, but I'm sure you won't fess up to it.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

I had a dream about Lucky's last night. Mind you, I've not been to Lucky's since last spring, but it entered my subconcious mind last night. However, they weren't really open and it had turned into a children's daycare facility. I went in to get change for a five.
This is why I love sleep so much. I'm probably one of very few people who dream about getting change for a five.
Today is a fairly good day thus far, so let's hope it stays that way. I have more work to do.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Why is it that I always feel the need to do anything but homework when I should be doing nothing but homework? I have two big projects (school projects, who cares about work projects?) remaining this semester, but I have no desire to work on EITHER of them.
We're reading "Their Eyes Were Watching God" in my American Novel class, and I must say I am quite pleased thus far. It's actually a pretty good book. Unfortunately, I have more to do than read a book.
I got my car back and said, "Yes, my car is finally fixed. No more problems."
I then proceeded to make a left turn...but my front turn signal burned out, so I headed over to Walmart and bought a replacement bulb and a quart of oil (just because my car seemed a little thirsty). I'm good to go now.
My Tower Yearbook Editor interview is tomorrow, and I just remembered that. I'm obviously on top of things. What do you need to say at an interview when you're applying for a job no one else is applying for*?
*Unless someone else decided to apply and I didn't hear about it.
Back to non-work.

Friday, April 08, 2005

I have nothing astounding to post, so I will tell you about my car troubles. I was delivering newspapers for the Missourian yesterday when my vents turned on full blast.
"Well, this is certainly strange," I thought to myself. "I will just turn them off."So I turned them off, but they did not stop blowing.
"Well, maybe my car is being weird," I thought again. "I will turn my car off."So I turned my car off, but they did not stop blowing.
"Hmmm," I thought. "Is my car going to blow up?"
But it did not blow up. I took it to the dealership and talked to the man with an eyepatch (one-eyed people, even if in a temporary state, freak me out).
"Hmm," he said. "That is a very strange problem. You can leave it here or drive it home and disconnect the battery every time you turn off your car."
I left it there. I then proceeded to walk back to campus, stopping by Bearcat Express to buy a bottle of water. I decided to call Sam and tell her all about my car problems.
"Hey Sam, guess what I'm doing."
"What?" she said.
"I'm walking back to campus because my car is a piece of [expletive deleted]."
The conversation continued as I approached the corner of Walnut and Seventh.
"I just hope my backpack will stand up to the test," I said. "It's on its last leg."
Right after I uttered this statement, my backpack magically removed itself from my back.
"I'm a stupid Walmart backpack," it said (for this was indeed a magical journey). "I don't want to work anymore, so I removed my strap."
"Damn it all to hell," I said.
Proceeding quickly to Wells Hall because I was late for my newspaper meeting, I carried my bag in hand.
I bought a backpack at the bookstore (goodbye $35), and got a call from the shop this morning telling me it would cost $99 to fix my car.
Somehow, through all of this, I managed to keep on smiling and maintain a fairly cheery outlook.
That is my story.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

I've decided what to do with my future. I wrote a poem for my friend Iowa, and I'm going into the Res Life greeting card industry to use these very special poems I wrote tonight.
Res Life Poetry
Happy Birthday to the RA:You're an RA.Duty, not play,Is quite a wayTo end your special day.
ARCH on the prowl:Don't be crass.Get off your ass,And go to class.
the PERT help session:
Don't be a cooter.I'll be your tutor,So give you your 'puterI'm a trouble shooter.
RA Alcohol Bust
It's part of my careerTo write you up for beer,So empty your gearFor the eighth time this year.
Noise Violation
You know I'm endowedTo write up this crowdFor being so loud.You've just been res life ploughed.
Visitation Hours Violation
I know you want sexWith your best friend's ex.It's after one in this complex,So please unwind your necks.
You lost your keysAnd you're on your kneesSaying "oh please."This problem I can ease.*That one sounds a little too sexual, but being an RA is sexy*
That's all I have. Thank you, thank you.