(I've been avoiding looking at pictures of her, or folders of pictures that might have pictures of her, because I figured it'd be too hard, too much to take.And it pretty much was.)
Sunday, September 30, 2007
God I miss her
(I've been avoiding looking at pictures of her, or folders of pictures that might have pictures of her, because I figured it'd be too hard, too much to take.And it pretty much was.)
Football is keeping me sane
I'm in a fantasy football league this year with most of my family members (sans the sister and brother in law), and a few of my older brother's friends. After the draft, I didn't look at the website at all to keep up with things, because my mom mostly kept me updated with the important stuff. Last week she told me that I was the only one still 3-0 and was leading the league, and I was like oh that's cool. I had to go switch some players from the bench to active and vice versa this week though, so I figured I wouldn't stay undefeated this week. I had to switch Reggie Bush (I felt so dirty and wrong drafting him, but he is a good player) because he has a bye this week, and I had to switch one of my WRs I think because he's out this week or for the season or something. And then last night I decided to bench my Patriots defense/special teams in favor of the Steelers defense/special teams, since the Steelers are playing against the Cardinals today and the write up on them at the fantasy football website said that it should be a good game for their defense. It was almost against my better judgment to do that, though. Call me superstitious or whatever (or even just a little stitious). Turns out, I shouldn't have done that. Well, I don't know how the Patriots are going to do, obviously, and their game isn't until tomorrow night. But the Steelers are currently losing to the Cardinals (which sucks twice because not only are they my defense but Ben Roethlisburger is my quarterback, and I had considered benching him this week in favor of my backup Favre. I probably should have done that), so they're not giving me very many points, and I'm going to lose this week's game against Dad most likely. I have three players who are on the New England offense, and they will get me some points I'm sure, but he currently has 40 more points than I do, and I doubt that they'll get me 40 points.
So whatever. That's what happens when I put some sort of effort into fantasy football, I guess. I should just leave it alone, because that seemed to be working pretty well for me. It's all good though. Denver is playing Indy right now, and they (Denver) looked great the first few series they were out there, but now late in the fourth it's 35-20 Indy. On the one hand, I'm glad Indy played well because Vinatieri is my kicker so he got me five points, but I picked up a Denver wide receiver for this week and he only got me eight points. Had Denver done better he could have gotten me more, and I would have preferred that to having Vinatieri have a good game for a kicker. Because kickers don't give you many points, but other positions can. Oh, and plus, I hate Indianapolis and always hope they lose. Like USC. And the Yankees. (And no, this isn't just because they are teams that tend to dominate either lately or all the time. I just hate them. USC and Yankees for obvious reasons, and Indianapolis mostly because they beat the Patriots during the playoffs last season. I didn't have strong feelings toward them before that, but now I hate them. Rivalries don't have to be logical.) Ok now Vinatieri got me eight.
Anyway.
It's not fair that football season is so short compared to all other sports. I know, it's a lot harder on the players and whatnot than other sports are, but still. Sad. I can't believe I used to hate football. What was I thinking? Twas certainly a good thing I decided to come here. Otherwise, I might still be like that. Like my sister. (haha.)
Oh and hey, speaking of not liking football, the Red Sox managed to hold on to their lead to win their division, and the whole AL, which gives them home field advantage over the Angels. Yankees play the Indians, which is good because my brother in law likes the Indians so it'd be extra great if they beat the Yankees (because any time anyone beats the Yankees, it's good), but then we'd have to play the Indians in the league championship and then Bobby would hate the Red Sox even more. Because obviously we're going to win against the Angels and the Indians, should the Indians beat the Yankees.
Ok that's enough sports for now.
So whatever. That's what happens when I put some sort of effort into fantasy football, I guess. I should just leave it alone, because that seemed to be working pretty well for me. It's all good though. Denver is playing Indy right now, and they (Denver) looked great the first few series they were out there, but now late in the fourth it's 35-20 Indy. On the one hand, I'm glad Indy played well because Vinatieri is my kicker so he got me five points, but I picked up a Denver wide receiver for this week and he only got me eight points. Had Denver done better he could have gotten me more, and I would have preferred that to having Vinatieri have a good game for a kicker. Because kickers don't give you many points, but other positions can. Oh, and plus, I hate Indianapolis and always hope they lose. Like USC. And the Yankees. (And no, this isn't just because they are teams that tend to dominate either lately or all the time. I just hate them. USC and Yankees for obvious reasons, and Indianapolis mostly because they beat the Patriots during the playoffs last season. I didn't have strong feelings toward them before that, but now I hate them. Rivalries don't have to be logical.) Ok now Vinatieri got me eight.
Anyway.
It's not fair that football season is so short compared to all other sports. I know, it's a lot harder on the players and whatnot than other sports are, but still. Sad. I can't believe I used to hate football. What was I thinking? Twas certainly a good thing I decided to come here. Otherwise, I might still be like that. Like my sister. (haha.)
Oh and hey, speaking of not liking football, the Red Sox managed to hold on to their lead to win their division, and the whole AL, which gives them home field advantage over the Angels. Yankees play the Indians, which is good because my brother in law likes the Indians so it'd be extra great if they beat the Yankees (because any time anyone beats the Yankees, it's good), but then we'd have to play the Indians in the league championship and then Bobby would hate the Red Sox even more. Because obviously we're going to win against the Angels and the Indians, should the Indians beat the Yankees.
Ok that's enough sports for now.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
On a different note
I've been sort of one-track on here for the past week, since I started updating again. I'm gonna break from that now and go back to football posts. I went to the Purdue game today, and it was actually a heck of a lot of fun. Day started early, after (yet again) a night of less than 5 hours of sleep. Which has been pretty much the story for a good number of nights the past two weeks. 5 hours is probably almost a lot for me right now. Anyway. So I was tired, but the game started at noon and it's a 2.5 hour drive down there. We left at around 8, Julie, Bethany and I. I drove (which was pretty nice, except for the last twenty or so minutes before we got to West Lafayette when I started to get realllly sleepy. I think Bethany and Julie were asleep at that point, or close to it, so that was probably part of it). We sort of had a bit of an adventure trying to get to the stadium, but eventually got on the right track, and yeah. Sucky once we got into the city where everyone else is. I don't like West Lafayette. And you know what else? I don't like Purdue. We did manage to park just in a neighborhood pretty close to the stadium, though, so we weren't forced to pay $20 to park on someone's lawn like three minutes closer to the stadium as we thought we might. That was nice.
The stadium? What a shit hole. Sorry to say that, but man. It was like a really nice high school stadium, pretty much. Which means a crappy college stadium. And, of course, they have a Jumbotrons. Jumbotrons are terrible, horrible things, and I am forever glad that we have not yet stooped to that. I hope we never ever do. Because Jumbotrons make the game so much more about fans and stupid gimmicky things than about the game, which is why we're all there (theoretically). Jumbotrons seem like such a sellout thing to have. They suck. Lucky for us, Purdue sucks and only has the Jumbotron on one end of the stadium, and only has speakers on that end, which means they have to blast it. And even luckier, we were sitting in that endzone where the screen and speakers are. Which means we got to hear their crappy music and sound effects and commercials REALLLLLLY LOUDLY the whole game. Ugh. Their announcer is annoying as all get out too. And their fans? Pretty much the worst I've ever encountered, and I've heard that from a lot of people who go down there. I mean, does it really make 40 year old men feel good about themselves to trash talk Notre Dame to four ND girls an hour after the game is over? Seriously. Rude, ridiculous fans. They didn't really cheer for their own team. They cheered more when we did badly. And at the end, instead of being happy about them being 5-0 now, they were chanting "O and 5!" about us. I am pretty sure Purdue fans exist only to care about beating Notre Dame, not to care that their team does well. I mean, they brought out like the 1967 team, and the first thing they said about them is that they beat then-ranked #1 Irish during that year. That's their biggest claim to fame. And they kept bringing out Drew Brees, who was there and who is an alum, I guess. He sucks, in case you haven't been following the Saints this season. And his biggest claim at Purdue is that he was a Heisman finalist twice. Not a winner, just a finalist. Well, wow good for you.
Anyway. So Purdue sucks, but I was sooo happy about our performance. The first half was terrible, and during halftime I felt so tired and just...I just wanted to go to sleep. I got a water at the beginning of the second half, which helped a bit, and then we actually started playing really well, which helped a lot. We scored three touchdowns, Carlson had a pretty good day, and it was great. We missed two extra points which was like, what the heck? But it's ok. Our special teams really really sucks. Like, horribly. Worst part of the team right now I think. Sharpley played a lot of the second half (I think something happened to Clausen maybe? Not something terrible, just he needed a rest I guess. Not sure). He looked pretty good too. I was impressed. Oh and we got some ridiculous and bogus calls against us. I swear, any time we play anyone, the refs are out to get us with whatever penalty they can. Pisses me off. Whatever though. I can't really be upset about the game today, aside from the horrible stadium and Purdue fans and whatnot. I might say every week that this week is the week we get a win, and I was really thinking in the second half today that we just might do it (we were within a touchdown close to the end, until they scored again), but realistically today was as good as I could really hope for. So I'm ok with it. UCLA is next week, and I think that if our team continues to improve as they seem to be doing, we have a fighting chance against them. I'll be sad if our first win is at an away game where I'm not in attendance, but I'll be happy if we win no matter what, obviously. It's just more fun cheering with large groups of people instead of sitting in an apartment with like four other people. S'all good though.
I just love our fans, though. I'm so glad I don't have to be embarrassed by them like I would be I were a Purdue student. I mean, we often get people writing to the Observer saying how nice our fans were, either to people visiting here or when we're visiting at other stadiums, and I'm really happy about that. Classy. Unlike the Purdue fans sitting in front of us who were in the "student section" today who felt the need to turn around and give us the double finger while we were doing one of our cheers. (Oh, and I loved it when the Purdue student section was trying to get a wave going -- the wave should never occur. Never. -- as they were on offense, which is dumb in and of itself, but I suppose we can't expect Purdue people to care, and then we got an interception right then. That was when the game really started to turn around I think, and it was wonderful. In your face, wave-starting classless Purdue people.) Seriously though. Purdue fans are incredibly rude. Unnecessarily so. I mean, let's face it, we're just about the worst team in the division, and they're acting like it was some great feat to beat us. Maybe if we had come in being all "We're going to crush you" and were favored and whatnot, but no. We were 0-4 going in. They were like 80000 point favorites. Do they think that little of their team that they were surprised they beat us? I just don't get it.
But that's why they're Purdue, and we're Notre Dame, I guess. We expect to win, even if we don't really believe it. We're happy whenever our team wins, but if we beat someone like Duke (in a normal year, anyway), we wouldn't be all "Haha, Duke you suck, we're so much better than you, blah blah blah," because we were supposed to win. We're just happy for our team, we don't care about their team. Now, if it's someone like USC (who we're gonna beat, by the way), that's a bit different, as they're pretty much the best team in the country lately, and we're always underdogs to them. And USC sucks. But were we to beat USC at home, or if we had beat them two years ago (when we should have...stupid Bush Push), I don't think I'd care in the slightest about USC fans, and I don't think I'd heckle them if I saw them walking across campus afterward. But whatever.
Ok. This was longer than expected, and basically boils down to me saying the same thing over and over: I'm happy with our team today, and everything about Purdue sucks.
So...yeah.
Oh oh oh almost forgot. So, for the past five games now, we've had ridiculous amounts of trouble doing anything but going 3 and out when we're on offense. Very few 3rd down conversions. Today? We went for it on fourth downs several times, in the second half anyway, and made them! It was amazing! It was like, ok so we can't convert on 3rd downs, but we can on 4th down! It was weird. But cool. Really got us all very excited. And going for it on like 4th and 5 when we're on like our own 20? Very risky, but boy did it work out well. Oh and another cool thing, when we were turning out of the neighborhood in which we had parked, we weren't exactly sure where to go and these people were about to cross the street in front of us, two ND fans, so Caitlin was like let's see if they know. They came over to the window, and first asked me if I'm from Colorado. The woman apparently went to high school at Cherry Creek, which was pretty cool, and she and he both graduated from ND. So they gave us directions and were very nice, and right before they went walking again, the guy was like "Keep the faith!" or something along those lines, and it was just nice. Yay for nice Notre Dame people. Especially ones from Colorado!
The stadium? What a shit hole. Sorry to say that, but man. It was like a really nice high school stadium, pretty much. Which means a crappy college stadium. And, of course, they have a Jumbotrons. Jumbotrons are terrible, horrible things, and I am forever glad that we have not yet stooped to that. I hope we never ever do. Because Jumbotrons make the game so much more about fans and stupid gimmicky things than about the game, which is why we're all there (theoretically). Jumbotrons seem like such a sellout thing to have. They suck. Lucky for us, Purdue sucks and only has the Jumbotron on one end of the stadium, and only has speakers on that end, which means they have to blast it. And even luckier, we were sitting in that endzone where the screen and speakers are. Which means we got to hear their crappy music and sound effects and commercials REALLLLLLY LOUDLY the whole game. Ugh. Their announcer is annoying as all get out too. And their fans? Pretty much the worst I've ever encountered, and I've heard that from a lot of people who go down there. I mean, does it really make 40 year old men feel good about themselves to trash talk Notre Dame to four ND girls an hour after the game is over? Seriously. Rude, ridiculous fans. They didn't really cheer for their own team. They cheered more when we did badly. And at the end, instead of being happy about them being 5-0 now, they were chanting "O and 5!" about us. I am pretty sure Purdue fans exist only to care about beating Notre Dame, not to care that their team does well. I mean, they brought out like the 1967 team, and the first thing they said about them is that they beat then-ranked #1 Irish during that year. That's their biggest claim to fame. And they kept bringing out Drew Brees, who was there and who is an alum, I guess. He sucks, in case you haven't been following the Saints this season. And his biggest claim at Purdue is that he was a Heisman finalist twice. Not a winner, just a finalist. Well, wow good for you.
Anyway. So Purdue sucks, but I was sooo happy about our performance. The first half was terrible, and during halftime I felt so tired and just...I just wanted to go to sleep. I got a water at the beginning of the second half, which helped a bit, and then we actually started playing really well, which helped a lot. We scored three touchdowns, Carlson had a pretty good day, and it was great. We missed two extra points which was like, what the heck? But it's ok. Our special teams really really sucks. Like, horribly. Worst part of the team right now I think. Sharpley played a lot of the second half (I think something happened to Clausen maybe? Not something terrible, just he needed a rest I guess. Not sure). He looked pretty good too. I was impressed. Oh and we got some ridiculous and bogus calls against us. I swear, any time we play anyone, the refs are out to get us with whatever penalty they can. Pisses me off. Whatever though. I can't really be upset about the game today, aside from the horrible stadium and Purdue fans and whatnot. I might say every week that this week is the week we get a win, and I was really thinking in the second half today that we just might do it (we were within a touchdown close to the end, until they scored again), but realistically today was as good as I could really hope for. So I'm ok with it. UCLA is next week, and I think that if our team continues to improve as they seem to be doing, we have a fighting chance against them. I'll be sad if our first win is at an away game where I'm not in attendance, but I'll be happy if we win no matter what, obviously. It's just more fun cheering with large groups of people instead of sitting in an apartment with like four other people. S'all good though.
I just love our fans, though. I'm so glad I don't have to be embarrassed by them like I would be I were a Purdue student. I mean, we often get people writing to the Observer saying how nice our fans were, either to people visiting here or when we're visiting at other stadiums, and I'm really happy about that. Classy. Unlike the Purdue fans sitting in front of us who were in the "student section" today who felt the need to turn around and give us the double finger while we were doing one of our cheers. (Oh, and I loved it when the Purdue student section was trying to get a wave going -- the wave should never occur. Never. -- as they were on offense, which is dumb in and of itself, but I suppose we can't expect Purdue people to care, and then we got an interception right then. That was when the game really started to turn around I think, and it was wonderful. In your face, wave-starting classless Purdue people.) Seriously though. Purdue fans are incredibly rude. Unnecessarily so. I mean, let's face it, we're just about the worst team in the division, and they're acting like it was some great feat to beat us. Maybe if we had come in being all "We're going to crush you" and were favored and whatnot, but no. We were 0-4 going in. They were like 80000 point favorites. Do they think that little of their team that they were surprised they beat us? I just don't get it.
But that's why they're Purdue, and we're Notre Dame, I guess. We expect to win, even if we don't really believe it. We're happy whenever our team wins, but if we beat someone like Duke (in a normal year, anyway), we wouldn't be all "Haha, Duke you suck, we're so much better than you, blah blah blah," because we were supposed to win. We're just happy for our team, we don't care about their team. Now, if it's someone like USC (who we're gonna beat, by the way), that's a bit different, as they're pretty much the best team in the country lately, and we're always underdogs to them. And USC sucks. But were we to beat USC at home, or if we had beat them two years ago (when we should have...stupid Bush Push), I don't think I'd care in the slightest about USC fans, and I don't think I'd heckle them if I saw them walking across campus afterward. But whatever.
Ok. This was longer than expected, and basically boils down to me saying the same thing over and over: I'm happy with our team today, and everything about Purdue sucks.
So...yeah.
Oh oh oh almost forgot. So, for the past five games now, we've had ridiculous amounts of trouble doing anything but going 3 and out when we're on offense. Very few 3rd down conversions. Today? We went for it on fourth downs several times, in the second half anyway, and made them! It was amazing! It was like, ok so we can't convert on 3rd downs, but we can on 4th down! It was weird. But cool. Really got us all very excited. And going for it on like 4th and 5 when we're on like our own 20? Very risky, but boy did it work out well. Oh and another cool thing, when we were turning out of the neighborhood in which we had parked, we weren't exactly sure where to go and these people were about to cross the street in front of us, two ND fans, so Caitlin was like let's see if they know. They came over to the window, and first asked me if I'm from Colorado. The woman apparently went to high school at Cherry Creek, which was pretty cool, and she and he both graduated from ND. So they gave us directions and were very nice, and right before they went walking again, the guy was like "Keep the faith!" or something along those lines, and it was just nice. Yay for nice Notre Dame people. Especially ones from Colorado!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Because I tend to be cold in my classes, and today is sort of an in-between day temperature wise (not really hot, but still hot enough to wear short sleeves), I brought my zip up hoodie to class today. I put it on between Latin and Trads, and as I was sitting there waiting for Trads to start, I looked down at my shirt and noticed a hair on it that had gotten transferred from the hoodie. I picked it off my shirt, and saw that it was black on half, and white on the other. It was a Colt fur. She's always had this downy fur, especially on the top of her head, so that the spots where she's black, the fur goes to white halfway down. For an irrational second, I didn't want to throw that piece of fur onto the ground. I wanted to keep it. I didn't, but I wanted to.
I miss her so much, and it hurts so much that I'll never get to see her again. So so much. I know, she was just a cat, and I should get over it already. People who don't have pets don't get it, and people who have pets simply as pets don't get it either. Colt was a part of me, my little girl, not even close to being just a pet. I suppose it's not quite at the same level, but for me it's like losing a child. As much of a child as I've ever had. Thank God Kebbie's still around, and seems to be doing well despite her old age (although maybe she's not and my parents just aren't telling me). I don't know what I'll do when she's gone too.
You know what? This sucks.
I miss her so much, and it hurts so much that I'll never get to see her again. So so much. I know, she was just a cat, and I should get over it already. People who don't have pets don't get it, and people who have pets simply as pets don't get it either. Colt was a part of me, my little girl, not even close to being just a pet. I suppose it's not quite at the same level, but for me it's like losing a child. As much of a child as I've ever had. Thank God Kebbie's still around, and seems to be doing well despite her old age (although maybe she's not and my parents just aren't telling me). I don't know what I'll do when she's gone too.
You know what? This sucks.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
I just, for the first time ever, slept through a class. Woke up at 9, and I have an 8am. I have two alarms that go off every morning, I know I set both last night, and one requires me to get out of bed in order to turn it off. I have no idea what happened, but I'm not at all happy about it. I guess this is what happens when you repeatedly stay up so late you don't have time to think about anything because you're asleep before your head hits the pillow. But still. With my luck he returned our tests today, which we took a week ago. I think I need fall break more than I realized. Too bad it's not for another three and a half weeks.
I suck. I'm so mad at myself. I know I'll beat myself up for this for awhile, because that's what I do. But geez. I really really suck.
I suck. I'm so mad at myself. I know I'll beat myself up for this for awhile, because that's what I do. But geez. I really really suck.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Someone wake me up, please
At work today, I heard a sound at one point that I think I decided actually was a baby crying on and off, but which for a few minutes sounded like a cat fight. And it made me feel almost sick, thinking how badly injured Colt must have gotten in that cat fight to end up dying. All alone. I wasn't there for her. And it hurts. It's all just like a horrible dream, but it's reality and I can't escape it. I just wish that one of these days, someone from home will call and say "Haha we got you good, Susie!" and we'll all have a good laugh at my uncharacteristic gullibility. But I know that won't happen, and I'm having a hard time accepting it.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Breaking radio silence
I haven't felt like posting in awhile because I haven't wanted to pretend everything's fine when it's not, and I haven't wanted to talk about why it's not fine. But I guess I will now.
My birthday, that day which was just a great day and only a week and a half ago, seems like it was a lifetime ago. In no small way, it was. It was a different lifetime. A lifetime before my heart was wrenched from my chest, cut into tiny pieces, and put back in haphazardly and incompletely. A lifetime during which the worst thing going on was that I had no boyfriend, and our football team sucked, and one in which I was only looking forward to going home for fall break -- not needing it and dreading simultaneously. A lifetime where I never thought this would happen, never thought she would be gone any time soon. A lifetime that included cats. The lifetime when Colt was still alive. It's been over a week now, and still my mind refuses to believe it fully. I'll have moments when I think about it, about what it means, the fact that she's gone forever, and I just can't accept it as true. This thing, this seemingly unimportant in the big scheme of things (she was just a cat, right?), has seriously given me somewhat of a crisis of faith. It's just one more thing that's gone wrong this year, one more thing I've asked of God where he's answered with the opposite action.
Hey, God, I was wondering -- can you help me get a good job this summer? Or any job?
Hm, I think instead I'll let you search fruitlessly most of the summer, then let you have an offer that will require you to choose money or entering a job under false pretenses.
Well that sort of sucks. In that case can you make the money situation less intense, school-wise, this coming semester?
I think instead I'll make you have less scholarship, a lot more loans, and fewer hours instead. Oh, and let's up the amount of money you spend on books this semester, too.
Oh. Um...ok. Well how about making my schedule not have to be a killer one, not make it too terrible?
I can do that. I mean, you can handle 20 credit hours no problem, right?
Uh...sure...Ok then, can you at least let me get that fall break seminar in Washington? I really want to do that.
Sorry, no can do. Oh, and you might as well not even try to apply to that grad school you want. You're never going to get in.
Well that sort of sucks. Ok, how about this then, can you at least let us have a great football team this season? It would be wonderful, being my senior year and all.
Yeah, I guess that'd be nice, but I think instead I'm going to make you go 0-4, with very little chance of going anything other than 0-8. And after that, there are no guarantees of a win either.
Oh...well...at least I get to witness something historical, right? We'll be good again eventually, I guess. Now you can't turn me down on this one. I'm a senior now, going to graduate soon, isn't it about time I get a boyfriend?
Nah, I think you'd be much better off waiting some more years. Maybe 20 or so. Then you'll really be able to appreciate it.
I really think I'd be able to appreciate it now, but...whatever. Ok well at the very least then can you make sure neither of my beloved pets dies while I'm away, and if one of them (or, very tragically, both) does die while I'm not there, can you at least wait for that to happen until I am in a relationship, so I at the very least can have some modicum of comfort?
How about this. I take your beloved cat, let her get killed not even a full month into school, and at a time when you're feeling very lonely and sick of being single. I think that's a better plan.
I don't even know what to say to you anymore, God.
So that's sort of where I am right now. Not a very good place, and not very happy with God. How pathetic am I? Me with my slate of non-problems, getting mad at God for not fulfilling my every whim. I'm sure that's what it seems like. I mean, it's not like I'm in a cloud of depression 24/7. I can still manage to have a good time when I'm with my friends, when I'm distracted by them. But the rest of the time? Not good. I have moments where I'll almost forget. And then I remember. And I don't believe it, but then I realize that it's true, it hits me like a ton of bricks, and I can barely breathe for a minute. I always knew this would be hard, but I didn't realize it would be this hard. I guess partially because I never thought she'd be gone before Kebbie. She was only six. I was supposed to have another good 8 years with her, at least. With her downy fur head, her pink nose, her big fat body, her clawless paws, her Jay Leno chin, her distinct meows, all of it. All those nicknames I called her, which I will never again get to say. It hurts so very very much. I've been staying up later than I should a lot of nights, watching TV, doing anything I can on the internet, just to avoid that time where there's nothing else occupying my mind, which almost inevitably leads to a torrent of tears that makes it impossible to fall asleep. I think I've gained around 18 pounds in the last week.
I just...it sucks. To say the least. And I really wish I were home right now, so I could have a patented Mom hug that might not make things better, but which always makes me feel at least a little better. At the same time, though, I'm dreading going home. Dreading it like I never have. We only had Colt for six years, but she became so much a part of me that I don't know how I'm going to handle being home without her there. I wish more than I ever thought possible that I didn't have to find out. Not yet.
And to make my mood even worse, it's like the middle of July here again. Yesterday was 92 and humid, and today was in the 80s and humid. I'm so sick of humidity.
And I miss my cat.
My birthday, that day which was just a great day and only a week and a half ago, seems like it was a lifetime ago. In no small way, it was. It was a different lifetime. A lifetime before my heart was wrenched from my chest, cut into tiny pieces, and put back in haphazardly and incompletely. A lifetime during which the worst thing going on was that I had no boyfriend, and our football team sucked, and one in which I was only looking forward to going home for fall break -- not needing it and dreading simultaneously. A lifetime where I never thought this would happen, never thought she would be gone any time soon. A lifetime that included cats. The lifetime when Colt was still alive. It's been over a week now, and still my mind refuses to believe it fully. I'll have moments when I think about it, about what it means, the fact that she's gone forever, and I just can't accept it as true. This thing, this seemingly unimportant in the big scheme of things (she was just a cat, right?), has seriously given me somewhat of a crisis of faith. It's just one more thing that's gone wrong this year, one more thing I've asked of God where he's answered with the opposite action.
Hey, God, I was wondering -- can you help me get a good job this summer? Or any job?
Hm, I think instead I'll let you search fruitlessly most of the summer, then let you have an offer that will require you to choose money or entering a job under false pretenses.
Well that sort of sucks. In that case can you make the money situation less intense, school-wise, this coming semester?
I think instead I'll make you have less scholarship, a lot more loans, and fewer hours instead. Oh, and let's up the amount of money you spend on books this semester, too.
Oh. Um...ok. Well how about making my schedule not have to be a killer one, not make it too terrible?
I can do that. I mean, you can handle 20 credit hours no problem, right?
Uh...sure...Ok then, can you at least let me get that fall break seminar in Washington? I really want to do that.
Sorry, no can do. Oh, and you might as well not even try to apply to that grad school you want. You're never going to get in.
Well that sort of sucks. Ok, how about this then, can you at least let us have a great football team this season? It would be wonderful, being my senior year and all.
Yeah, I guess that'd be nice, but I think instead I'm going to make you go 0-4, with very little chance of going anything other than 0-8. And after that, there are no guarantees of a win either.
Oh...well...at least I get to witness something historical, right? We'll be good again eventually, I guess. Now you can't turn me down on this one. I'm a senior now, going to graduate soon, isn't it about time I get a boyfriend?
Nah, I think you'd be much better off waiting some more years. Maybe 20 or so. Then you'll really be able to appreciate it.
I really think I'd be able to appreciate it now, but...whatever. Ok well at the very least then can you make sure neither of my beloved pets dies while I'm away, and if one of them (or, very tragically, both) does die while I'm not there, can you at least wait for that to happen until I am in a relationship, so I at the very least can have some modicum of comfort?
How about this. I take your beloved cat, let her get killed not even a full month into school, and at a time when you're feeling very lonely and sick of being single. I think that's a better plan.
I don't even know what to say to you anymore, God.
So that's sort of where I am right now. Not a very good place, and not very happy with God. How pathetic am I? Me with my slate of non-problems, getting mad at God for not fulfilling my every whim. I'm sure that's what it seems like. I mean, it's not like I'm in a cloud of depression 24/7. I can still manage to have a good time when I'm with my friends, when I'm distracted by them. But the rest of the time? Not good. I have moments where I'll almost forget. And then I remember. And I don't believe it, but then I realize that it's true, it hits me like a ton of bricks, and I can barely breathe for a minute. I always knew this would be hard, but I didn't realize it would be this hard. I guess partially because I never thought she'd be gone before Kebbie. She was only six. I was supposed to have another good 8 years with her, at least. With her downy fur head, her pink nose, her big fat body, her clawless paws, her Jay Leno chin, her distinct meows, all of it. All those nicknames I called her, which I will never again get to say. It hurts so very very much. I've been staying up later than I should a lot of nights, watching TV, doing anything I can on the internet, just to avoid that time where there's nothing else occupying my mind, which almost inevitably leads to a torrent of tears that makes it impossible to fall asleep. I think I've gained around 18 pounds in the last week.
I just...it sucks. To say the least. And I really wish I were home right now, so I could have a patented Mom hug that might not make things better, but which always makes me feel at least a little better. At the same time, though, I'm dreading going home. Dreading it like I never have. We only had Colt for six years, but she became so much a part of me that I don't know how I'm going to handle being home without her there. I wish more than I ever thought possible that I didn't have to find out. Not yet.
And to make my mood even worse, it's like the middle of July here again. Yesterday was 92 and humid, and today was in the 80s and humid. I'm so sick of humidity.
And I miss my cat.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Probably just beating a dead horse here
I just read a post in a pro-life blog advocating for better education regarding contraceptives, and better dispersement of contraceptives, in an attempt to lower abortions (because apparently there's a study that shows that abortions would decrease 30% or something if all women used contraception correctly). Obviously, lowering abortions is a good thing. However, I simply cannot agree with the idea that prolifers should get behind more widespread contraceptive use. It's sort of a double-edged sword, I'll admit. I mean, abortions are obviously bad and we should try to decrease them. I just don't think that advocating contraception will do it. Perhaps it's the fact that the legalization of abortion came shortly after contraception started gaining acceptance and such. Or the fact that advocating contraception just ends up advocating the lifestyle which necessitates contraception and increases abortions. Obviously the best-case scenario is that no one would have sex outside of a legally binding marriage (what is up with Charlize Theron and her boyfriend just deciding that they're married, but refusing actually to do it? I just don't get it). But apparently humans have little to no control over what they do, and thus no one can reasonably be expected to wait until marriage to have sex, right?
Psh.
I still can't get over the fact that, what was it, 95% of people don't wait until marriage to have sex, or something like that. I gotta say, the Catholic Church sure does know what she's talking about. Whether or not people want to admit it. But regardless, to say that promoting more contraception usage will help lower abortion numbers seems to me like saying that putting a bandaid on a huge 10-inch gash will help that gash to heal. Might help a little bit, but in the long run there's still the rest of the gash to deal with.
Psh.
I still can't get over the fact that, what was it, 95% of people don't wait until marriage to have sex, or something like that. I gotta say, the Catholic Church sure does know what she's talking about. Whether or not people want to admit it. But regardless, to say that promoting more contraception usage will help lower abortion numbers seems to me like saying that putting a bandaid on a huge 10-inch gash will help that gash to heal. Might help a little bit, but in the long run there's still the rest of the gash to deal with.
"Having dreams is what makes life tolerable."
So, lately I've been having this extremely optimistic outlook on things. Sure, I'm pessimistic to a point, and often on the outside keep things pessimistic, but inside I've become hopelessly optimistic. Much to my dismay, I might add. My previous philosophia vitae made disappointments much easier to take, but this new thing, being hopeful about things to the very end until it's ridiculously clear that they won't turn out the way I want, most certainly makes things harder to take. But I'd rather be a Pollyanna at my own expense than refuse to believe anything good can happen. (Although, to be fair, while I do still hope for and believe in good things, and refuse to believe that they're impossible, this semester has really beaten out of me the belief that realistically anything I hope for will happen. But I'm still gonna hope!)
What's my point in all this? Well, aside from the fact that it's starting to make me feel like a masochist (because pretty much everything I've been hoping for this semester, even the past few months in general, has ended up not happening), I enjoy being an optimist. I try to be realistic, but life is nice when you think that things are possible. Even if, really, they're pretty much not. (Like ND going 9-0 the rest of the season. Or even just beating USC. Or...anyone?) Anyway.
What's my point in all this? Well, aside from the fact that it's starting to make me feel like a masochist (because pretty much everything I've been hoping for this semester, even the past few months in general, has ended up not happening), I enjoy being an optimist. I try to be realistic, but life is nice when you think that things are possible. Even if, really, they're pretty much not. (Like ND going 9-0 the rest of the season. Or even just beating USC. Or...anyone?) Anyway.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
I don't feel like dancing
So...um...I don't even know what to say. Basically, I can't believe that the football season I anticipated so very much for so very many months has turned out to be this. I don't know if any of you watched what can basically only be described as, and excuse my language, a shitstorm, but man. It was painful. Especially considering I paid $60 to watch us look like a high school team playing the #1 college football team. Which Michigan most certainly is not. We're quite good at making other teams look excellent when they play us, however. The game was atrocious to watch. Painful. Horrendous.
But you know what? Today was an amazing day. We're 0-3, we've scored a total of 13 points in those three games, and not yet a single offensive touchdown. We're still negative yards rushing, but we did manage to get positive total yards today by the end of the game! Surprisingly, the last three minutes or so of the game were the best. Lots of people had gone by that point (even a number of the ND people in the ND section we were in), but there was still a small contingent of students who refused to leave or sit down, including myself and Julie (even though at one point we were the only two standing on our side of the aisle within a few rows of ourselves), but then we started showing a bit of fire on offense (little good it would have done even had we scored at that point, but you know, a touchdown would have been nice), and we were finally getting rushing yards! The scoreboard at Michigan shows the stats from the game the whole time, the rushing, passing, and total yards for each team. We were in negative rushing the whole time, at one point getting close to negative 50. I think by the end our total yards was around 30 or something, I don't remember. But we were getting close to having positive rushing yards for the game, so we started chanting "Ten more yards! Ten more yards!" and then "Six!" etc, but then they just let the clock run down the last thirty or so seconds! It was ridiculous. I guess it was probably only the last 25 or so, but still. They could have gotten another play.
So what was so good about that? I'm not sure. The solidarity, maybe? The stalwart refusal by a diehard few of us who continued to yell on defense, even when only a few lone voices together would not at all make a difference or be heard by the team? There were two guys right in front of Julie and me who were a few of those people, for most of the game, so that was fun. I sort of know both of them, and they're fun. But yeah. Those of us who stuck around, we stayed until after the Alma Mater, as it should be. And after the Fight Song. You just can't leave before that. I can't even give a worst case scenario here, because what scenario could be worse than what we had today? We realize the situation sucks, but you know what, it's my senior year and I'm not going to give up! I utterly cringe at the thought of having to watch the USC game here, in our stadium, when we let Michigan -- Michigan, who lost to I-AA Appalachian State -- hang 38 on us (and who stopped us from even getting a freaking field goal). But darn it, I'm going to have fun! So what if we are absolutely the very worst team in I-A (and I'm pretty sure that we might just be). I guess I'm ready to accept it. It's painful, yes. And I'm sure that each of the rest of the games this season will be painful. Especially when we get to November, and suck against the teams that were supposed to be our cupcake teams, teams like Duke who don't even know what a football is. I'm not even sure that we can beat that. (Seriously, we looked atrocious today. I'm pretty sure we had about 15 fumbles, 38 sacks, and something around three 1st downs. Ok perhaps that's a bit of an exaggeration. A bit.)
It won't last forever. It's hard to believe that our football team is this terrible. Even freshman year, when we weren't really that great and ended up 6-6, we were occasionally ranked and sometimes got in the "others receiving votes" category. It's beyond bizarre to me that this year, we probably won't even make it to the "others receiving votes." Right now we'll be lucky to win one. And how can this be the season of my senior year? My last season as a student, and what will likely be the worst season that the Irish have ever experienced. What a noteworthy thing to be able to say, huh? Well. You know what? It'll get better. We have a great recruiting team coming in. And I'm pretty sure there's some O-liners coming in. Which is good, because we have none at the moment. I've heard they're pretty important, so it'll be nice to have some next season. All the haters are out in full force, and even a good number of perhaps not quite so optimistic fans are starting to jump ship. I don't really understand how it is that we've turned so horrible from last season, but I'm really not ready yet to give up on Charlie. I have to believe there's something good there. I mean, if in a year we're still where we are today, that might be different. But Charlie is not Ty. Us keeping Charlie after this year will not be hypocritical (since this is his third year, and Ty was fired after his third year). So whatever.
Anyway. The point of this is, I had an awesome day today. Road tripping 2.5 hours with three great friends is a great thing to do. Getting $1 meals at the ND Alumni Club tailgate up in Ann Arbor was awesome. Being ridiculously cold for it being September 15 was not, because I hadn't anticipated that it would be as cold as it was today, and thus it necessitated the expenditure of some money to purchase something to keep me warm. The game was also obviously not so fun, for the most part, except at the end (when I went from thinking I really didn't want to spend another $65 to go to Purdue in two weeks just to see that exact same thing played out yet again, to thinking that man it's my senior year and I love being with fellow students like I was today, and screw it I'm in debt anyway). The drive home though? Man it practically made the whole day completely worth it. Belting out tunes from our formative years, four girls singing their hearts out? So much fun. Oh, and I most definitely am of the strong opinion that newer and current songs are just crap to sing to compared to late 90s and previous. I mean, you can't beat the Backstreet Boys. Or Mariah Carey. Or oldies. Or, oh man, Journey. When we were sitting in the car after the game, trying to get down the crowded street to this restaurant at which we were meeting Katherine's cousin and people, we decided we needed to roll down the windows and belt out Don't Stop Believin. And we sang a couple others that were rather appropriate to our situation when I actually listened to the lyrics, but I forget what they were at the moment. Journey rocks. And we've agreed that Don't Stop Believing is one of, if not the, best songs ever written.
So anyway. And I've just discovered a new fun song, called I Don't Feel Like Dancing by the Scissor Sisters, which I heard twice last night at the Backer and then twice today because Katherine has it on her ipod, which was our source of music during the drive up and back. I seriously wish I had the money to get an mp3 player. I'm pretty sure I'm part of the maybe 1% of the population that does not own one. And today, when I was about to try to look through Katherine's to find a song to play, I realized that I have absolutely no idea how to use one. So yeah. I might as well be an old lady or something, what with my lack of technological toys and such. Anyway. Singing to old school middle school songs with friends rocks.
And I will defend my teams to the death. Even the Patriots, who are suddenly the enemy of the NFL for the cheating thing. I'm not going to say that what they did was right, but from what I know about it (which, I'll admit, it somewhat not much), I don't really get the big deal. So they taped the defensive coach giving signals? Can't anyone do this same thing just by looking at the coach? Signals get changed from game to game, too. I don't know. Whatever. I still love the Patriots, so whatever. And of course the Red Sox. They won 10-1 against the Yankees today, so that's good. We may not have a Jumbotron at the ND stadium (thank God), but at least our scoreboard occasionally updates scores of games around the country -- both college football and baseball. The Jumbotron at Michigan? They ran the scores of other college games, once, at like halftime. I was annoyed, as I wanted to be able to follow the Red Sox game, and I would have been able to had the game been at ND. Whatever though. They won, and that's what matters. I deserved for at least one of my teams to win today, being the day after my birthday and all. I am glad that I happen to be a fan of both a good baseball and a good NFL team. Helps with the pain that will be this season of college football. Sigh. Obviously I would be much happier if the college football season wasn't such a bust, since I already paid to see all those games and whatnot, and I'm much more intimately tied with ND than with the Red Sox or Patriots (although I most certainly do love them too, of course). But whatever. Can't have it all I guess. Well, maybe I could be like going to LSU or USC or something, and be a Red Sox and Patriots fan, but then I'd have to hate myself for going to (and rooting for) LSU or USC. And that's just no good.
Wow this post wasn't supposed to be so long. Hm.
Oh well. We weren't supposed to have such a terrible season, either. Things change.
But you know what? Today was an amazing day. We're 0-3, we've scored a total of 13 points in those three games, and not yet a single offensive touchdown. We're still negative yards rushing, but we did manage to get positive total yards today by the end of the game! Surprisingly, the last three minutes or so of the game were the best. Lots of people had gone by that point (even a number of the ND people in the ND section we were in), but there was still a small contingent of students who refused to leave or sit down, including myself and Julie (even though at one point we were the only two standing on our side of the aisle within a few rows of ourselves), but then we started showing a bit of fire on offense (little good it would have done even had we scored at that point, but you know, a touchdown would have been nice), and we were finally getting rushing yards! The scoreboard at Michigan shows the stats from the game the whole time, the rushing, passing, and total yards for each team. We were in negative rushing the whole time, at one point getting close to negative 50. I think by the end our total yards was around 30 or something, I don't remember. But we were getting close to having positive rushing yards for the game, so we started chanting "Ten more yards! Ten more yards!" and then "Six!" etc, but then they just let the clock run down the last thirty or so seconds! It was ridiculous. I guess it was probably only the last 25 or so, but still. They could have gotten another play.
So what was so good about that? I'm not sure. The solidarity, maybe? The stalwart refusal by a diehard few of us who continued to yell on defense, even when only a few lone voices together would not at all make a difference or be heard by the team? There were two guys right in front of Julie and me who were a few of those people, for most of the game, so that was fun. I sort of know both of them, and they're fun. But yeah. Those of us who stuck around, we stayed until after the Alma Mater, as it should be. And after the Fight Song. You just can't leave before that. I can't even give a worst case scenario here, because what scenario could be worse than what we had today? We realize the situation sucks, but you know what, it's my senior year and I'm not going to give up! I utterly cringe at the thought of having to watch the USC game here, in our stadium, when we let Michigan -- Michigan, who lost to I-AA Appalachian State -- hang 38 on us (and who stopped us from even getting a freaking field goal). But darn it, I'm going to have fun! So what if we are absolutely the very worst team in I-A (and I'm pretty sure that we might just be). I guess I'm ready to accept it. It's painful, yes. And I'm sure that each of the rest of the games this season will be painful. Especially when we get to November, and suck against the teams that were supposed to be our cupcake teams, teams like Duke who don't even know what a football is. I'm not even sure that we can beat that. (Seriously, we looked atrocious today. I'm pretty sure we had about 15 fumbles, 38 sacks, and something around three 1st downs. Ok perhaps that's a bit of an exaggeration. A bit.)
It won't last forever. It's hard to believe that our football team is this terrible. Even freshman year, when we weren't really that great and ended up 6-6, we were occasionally ranked and sometimes got in the "others receiving votes" category. It's beyond bizarre to me that this year, we probably won't even make it to the "others receiving votes." Right now we'll be lucky to win one. And how can this be the season of my senior year? My last season as a student, and what will likely be the worst season that the Irish have ever experienced. What a noteworthy thing to be able to say, huh? Well. You know what? It'll get better. We have a great recruiting team coming in. And I'm pretty sure there's some O-liners coming in. Which is good, because we have none at the moment. I've heard they're pretty important, so it'll be nice to have some next season. All the haters are out in full force, and even a good number of perhaps not quite so optimistic fans are starting to jump ship. I don't really understand how it is that we've turned so horrible from last season, but I'm really not ready yet to give up on Charlie. I have to believe there's something good there. I mean, if in a year we're still where we are today, that might be different. But Charlie is not Ty. Us keeping Charlie after this year will not be hypocritical (since this is his third year, and Ty was fired after his third year). So whatever.
Anyway. The point of this is, I had an awesome day today. Road tripping 2.5 hours with three great friends is a great thing to do. Getting $1 meals at the ND Alumni Club tailgate up in Ann Arbor was awesome. Being ridiculously cold for it being September 15 was not, because I hadn't anticipated that it would be as cold as it was today, and thus it necessitated the expenditure of some money to purchase something to keep me warm. The game was also obviously not so fun, for the most part, except at the end (when I went from thinking I really didn't want to spend another $65 to go to Purdue in two weeks just to see that exact same thing played out yet again, to thinking that man it's my senior year and I love being with fellow students like I was today, and screw it I'm in debt anyway). The drive home though? Man it practically made the whole day completely worth it. Belting out tunes from our formative years, four girls singing their hearts out? So much fun. Oh, and I most definitely am of the strong opinion that newer and current songs are just crap to sing to compared to late 90s and previous. I mean, you can't beat the Backstreet Boys. Or Mariah Carey. Or oldies. Or, oh man, Journey. When we were sitting in the car after the game, trying to get down the crowded street to this restaurant at which we were meeting Katherine's cousin and people, we decided we needed to roll down the windows and belt out Don't Stop Believin. And we sang a couple others that were rather appropriate to our situation when I actually listened to the lyrics, but I forget what they were at the moment. Journey rocks. And we've agreed that Don't Stop Believing is one of, if not the, best songs ever written.
So anyway. And I've just discovered a new fun song, called I Don't Feel Like Dancing by the Scissor Sisters, which I heard twice last night at the Backer and then twice today because Katherine has it on her ipod, which was our source of music during the drive up and back. I seriously wish I had the money to get an mp3 player. I'm pretty sure I'm part of the maybe 1% of the population that does not own one. And today, when I was about to try to look through Katherine's to find a song to play, I realized that I have absolutely no idea how to use one. So yeah. I might as well be an old lady or something, what with my lack of technological toys and such. Anyway. Singing to old school middle school songs with friends rocks.
And I will defend my teams to the death. Even the Patriots, who are suddenly the enemy of the NFL for the cheating thing. I'm not going to say that what they did was right, but from what I know about it (which, I'll admit, it somewhat not much), I don't really get the big deal. So they taped the defensive coach giving signals? Can't anyone do this same thing just by looking at the coach? Signals get changed from game to game, too. I don't know. Whatever. I still love the Patriots, so whatever. And of course the Red Sox. They won 10-1 against the Yankees today, so that's good. We may not have a Jumbotron at the ND stadium (thank God), but at least our scoreboard occasionally updates scores of games around the country -- both college football and baseball. The Jumbotron at Michigan? They ran the scores of other college games, once, at like halftime. I was annoyed, as I wanted to be able to follow the Red Sox game, and I would have been able to had the game been at ND. Whatever though. They won, and that's what matters. I deserved for at least one of my teams to win today, being the day after my birthday and all. I am glad that I happen to be a fan of both a good baseball and a good NFL team. Helps with the pain that will be this season of college football. Sigh. Obviously I would be much happier if the college football season wasn't such a bust, since I already paid to see all those games and whatnot, and I'm much more intimately tied with ND than with the Red Sox or Patriots (although I most certainly do love them too, of course). But whatever. Can't have it all I guess. Well, maybe I could be like going to LSU or USC or something, and be a Red Sox and Patriots fan, but then I'd have to hate myself for going to (and rooting for) LSU or USC. And that's just no good.
Wow this post wasn't supposed to be so long. Hm.
Oh well. We weren't supposed to have such a terrible season, either. Things change.
Friday, September 14, 2007
22nd birthday: Round 1
Birthday girls! (Amanda is 21 today!)
Oh Katherine. I love your face. (And I don't know who that other girl is.)
Lovely Katie and Rachel
I love this picture.
Krista!
Yay Mary Beth came!
And of course, Nick Schott. Can't have a celebration without him!
Nick and...a girl whose name is escaping me at the moment...but who is very nice!
This one was toward the end of the night, so excuse the...weirdness of my face. Haha.So that's just a few from last night. I didn't take a lot, but there's most of the interesting ones. Mostly. haha.
Just so you know
I think I'm apparently not going to try to get 22 posts in today. That's a little intense at this point, even for me.
haha.
Today has thus far been an excellent day, I just thought I'd share.
Oh and? My 2.5 year old nephew wished me happy birthday on the phone! Doesn't get much better than that, in my opinion. Man I miss those boys. Ah well.
haha.
Today has thus far been an excellent day, I just thought I'd share.
Oh and? My 2.5 year old nephew wished me happy birthday on the phone! Doesn't get much better than that, in my opinion. Man I miss those boys. Ah well.
Fall birthdays rock
I love cloudy days.
But cloudy days on my birthday? Awesome.
(Latin quizzes on said birthday, though? Not so awesome. Methinks my Latin grade is not going to be so good this semester.)
But cloudy days on my birthday? Awesome.
(Latin quizzes on said birthday, though? Not so awesome. Methinks my Latin grade is not going to be so good this semester.)
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
At least we aren't Russia...yet?
Oh, so you may or may not have heard about Russia's attempt to get their birth rate up. Today (and apparently this isn't the first year they've done this) they're encouraging people to take off work and attempt to get pregnant, and then whoever has a baby on June 12 next year will get stuff, and they'll pick one set of parents or something to whom they'll give a new car. Something like that. Russia's had a very rapidly declining birth rate for awhile now, I guess, and they're trying to combat it. But in the discussion about this event today, I read something that I think I had heard before, but it's so sad. In Russia, there are more abortions than live births. How sad is that? Abortion is good for no one, and is bad for everyone.
The fall of the summer
It's in the 50s.
I'm wearing pajama bottoms.
I didn't run my window fan (and didn't even leave my window open a lot of the day).
It smells like fall.
Oh autumn, how I love you, and how welcome you are to be here!
I'm wearing pajama bottoms.
I didn't run my window fan (and didn't even leave my window open a lot of the day).
It smells like fall.
Oh autumn, how I love you, and how welcome you are to be here!
Should I do it?
I have a post sitting on the back burner. One that's a bit more honest than I tend to be here. (Not to say that I tend to lie, but I don't tend to go too deep.) I want to post it, but I'm not sure if I want to. It's not like it's important or even interesting, but...I'm, believe it or not, generally a pretty private person when it comes to my true deep-down feelings. Even with friends and family, although probably to somewhat of a lesser extent.
Anyway.
I don't know.
What I do know is that it's almost 1:30, I have somewhere around a page and a half left to fill up for my theo paper due tomorrow (and that's just to get the minimum, but I don't get the vibe from this prof that he's a very tough grader, and he did tell us just the minimum initially) -- oh I take that back, it's only around a page left, sweet, and then I have to do more Latin sentences for tomorrow's class. As usual. But I think I can get by with not doing all of them (although with my luck he'll collect them or something. I doubt that though), and just doing a sporadic few so that I have some I know that I can volunteer tomorrow when we go over them. So, it's not too terribly dire, especially considering the first part of the paper I wrote didn't take a very long time to do, and it wouldn't be at all dire if I didn't have to work again at 9 tomorrow. Which is already 7.5 hours from now, which means I should get up 6.5 hours from now if I want to take a shower (which I do). So...not looking too good for sleep tonight. BUT. For Thursday, all I have to do is read for my two Thursday classes, and generally I can get by with just skimming if I have to, so tomorrow night I should be able to go to bed by 10:30 or 11. (Which means that of course I'll go to bed around 1, and only get 6 hours of sleep before my 8am, because I do that for some reason. So...if you see me online tomorrow after 11, yell at me and tell me to go to bed!)
Oh well.
I best get to it.
Anyway.
I don't know.
What I do know is that it's almost 1:30, I have somewhere around a page and a half left to fill up for my theo paper due tomorrow (and that's just to get the minimum, but I don't get the vibe from this prof that he's a very tough grader, and he did tell us just the minimum initially) -- oh I take that back, it's only around a page left, sweet, and then I have to do more Latin sentences for tomorrow's class. As usual. But I think I can get by with not doing all of them (although with my luck he'll collect them or something. I doubt that though), and just doing a sporadic few so that I have some I know that I can volunteer tomorrow when we go over them. So, it's not too terribly dire, especially considering the first part of the paper I wrote didn't take a very long time to do, and it wouldn't be at all dire if I didn't have to work again at 9 tomorrow. Which is already 7.5 hours from now, which means I should get up 6.5 hours from now if I want to take a shower (which I do). So...not looking too good for sleep tonight. BUT. For Thursday, all I have to do is read for my two Thursday classes, and generally I can get by with just skimming if I have to, so tomorrow night I should be able to go to bed by 10:30 or 11. (Which means that of course I'll go to bed around 1, and only get 6 hours of sleep before my 8am, because I do that for some reason. So...if you see me online tomorrow after 11, yell at me and tell me to go to bed!)
Oh well.
I best get to it.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Never forget
Hard to believe it was six years ago. And yet, I don't remember what it was like before it happened. All I know is, I can't say anything adequate about it, so I won't try. If you are interested, there's a pretty good tribute here.
Let's hope it keeps getting cooler
I wore a sweatshirt to my 8am this morning. It was glorious. And I was still a bit chilly, both during class (I hate Debartolo) and afteward, walking back to the dorm. But it was mostly only still chilly in the shadows at that point. The sun's finally coming out, since we had some rain this morning, so things will warm up now I guess.
The best part about this cool-down, though? Last night it didn't feel so stiflingly hot in my room that it necessitated me to sleep, once again, over my sheets instead of under them where I belong. Most nights the past couple of weeks I've been mostly over the sheets. And I have this working theory that I don't sleep nearly as well when I'm not covered. Last night? I didn't even need my bed fan blowing directly on me, or a full blast. And I slept under my sheet and blanket (not yet the comforter or the afghan, but I'm looking forward to that), and at one point I was even almost cold. And I slept magnificently. Unlike the night before, when I didn't sleep under the sheets, and I kept waking up until sometime close to early morning when I finally got under the sheets and started sleeping better. Unfortunately it was a bit late at that point, though, so it didn't really help much when I had to wake up. But yes. Even though I was asleep for fewer hours last night compared to the night before, it was a much better and straight-through sleep than the night before. Man am I looking forward to being able, once again, to wear pajama pants to bed, instead of shorts, and to being able to sleep cuddled under mounds of blankets, nice and cozy and warm.
Oh and you know what else? Steve Jobs should not be apologizing nor should he give $100 rebates to those who bought the first iPhones at $600. The price was just lowered to $400, so he's giving those rebates to anyone who bought them initially. If you buy something technology-related when it's new, you should expect that you're going to pay the most, and that the price will go down after you buy it. That's what you get for having to be on the cutting edge. And dude, if you pay $600 for a freaking phone, you deserve to be screwed over by having the price go down only a few months later. You most certainly don't deserve a $100 payback. I hope I'm never one of those people who is willing to pay such an outrageous price for such a stupid, unnecessary thing.
The best part about this cool-down, though? Last night it didn't feel so stiflingly hot in my room that it necessitated me to sleep, once again, over my sheets instead of under them where I belong. Most nights the past couple of weeks I've been mostly over the sheets. And I have this working theory that I don't sleep nearly as well when I'm not covered. Last night? I didn't even need my bed fan blowing directly on me, or a full blast. And I slept under my sheet and blanket (not yet the comforter or the afghan, but I'm looking forward to that), and at one point I was even almost cold. And I slept magnificently. Unlike the night before, when I didn't sleep under the sheets, and I kept waking up until sometime close to early morning when I finally got under the sheets and started sleeping better. Unfortunately it was a bit late at that point, though, so it didn't really help much when I had to wake up. But yes. Even though I was asleep for fewer hours last night compared to the night before, it was a much better and straight-through sleep than the night before. Man am I looking forward to being able, once again, to wear pajama pants to bed, instead of shorts, and to being able to sleep cuddled under mounds of blankets, nice and cozy and warm.
Oh and you know what else? Steve Jobs should not be apologizing nor should he give $100 rebates to those who bought the first iPhones at $600. The price was just lowered to $400, so he's giving those rebates to anyone who bought them initially. If you buy something technology-related when it's new, you should expect that you're going to pay the most, and that the price will go down after you buy it. That's what you get for having to be on the cutting edge. And dude, if you pay $600 for a freaking phone, you deserve to be screwed over by having the price go down only a few months later. You most certainly don't deserve a $100 payback. I hope I'm never one of those people who is willing to pay such an outrageous price for such a stupid, unnecessary thing.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Not so sure about this
I'm starting to think this 20 credit semester is just a baaaaad idea. I'm managing to keep my head above water at the moment, but sort of just barely. And I haven't felt...not under the weather in about two weeks. This may be the semester of perpetually swollen glands, I don't know. We'll have to wait and see.
But how nice will it be only to have to take four classes next semester? Quite, that's how nice. Most of my peers (fellow seniors) are already on the four classes boat. So, to join them, I have to take the much slower six (plus a one credit class) classes boat right now.
Does it suck? Yes. Yes it does.
But since when have I really needed much sleep anyway? Plus, do I care that much about my GPA (I mean, within reason -- I wouldn't be happy with myself if I got a C or even a B-, but I'm ok with Bs and above, I think. It's not like I'm going to be making the cut for graduating with honors anyway, since they do it by percentage, and I seriously doubt I'll be in the top 20% or whatever by the time I graduate)? I just want to get my degree. (But not tomorrow. Because that would mean I have to leave here tomorrow. And that would just make me sad.)
Besides, it makes people feel sorry for me when I tell them I'm taking 20 credits (as a senior, which just makes it so much worse). Ain't pity a great thing? haha.
But how nice will it be only to have to take four classes next semester? Quite, that's how nice. Most of my peers (fellow seniors) are already on the four classes boat. So, to join them, I have to take the much slower six (plus a one credit class) classes boat right now.
Does it suck? Yes. Yes it does.
But since when have I really needed much sleep anyway? Plus, do I care that much about my GPA (I mean, within reason -- I wouldn't be happy with myself if I got a C or even a B-, but I'm ok with Bs and above, I think. It's not like I'm going to be making the cut for graduating with honors anyway, since they do it by percentage, and I seriously doubt I'll be in the top 20% or whatever by the time I graduate)? I just want to get my degree. (But not tomorrow. Because that would mean I have to leave here tomorrow. And that would just make me sad.)
Besides, it makes people feel sorry for me when I tell them I'm taking 20 credits (as a senior, which just makes it so much worse). Ain't pity a great thing? haha.
She might as well turn into a man
My birthday, as you may or may not know, is this Friday. It's sort of exciting when my birthday falls on a Friday because movies come out on Fridays, so I get to see my birthdate up on the TV screen all the time when commercials for those movies come on. But, my birthday being in the middle of September, the movies are usually craptastic. I still remember the ones that came out the last time my birthday was on a Friday (2001), or at least two of them. The Glass House and that baseball one with Keanu Reeves. I forget what it's called, maybe Hard Ball or something? Anyway. I've never seen either of those, as they both seem ridiculously stupid and not worth my time, but I remember that they came out on my birthday. This year? There's movies like The Brave One, for which I am so sick of seeing commercials, and which looks so dumb too. And Jodie Foster? She's turned all weird and masculine and such. Not a big fan of hers. The only other movie that I've heard of that comes out on my birthday is Mr. Woodcock, which I'm pretty sure I won't ever be seeing. Oh, Across the Universe looks like it comes out on Friday too. I've heard of that one -- it's all weird and trippy looking, with lots of remade Beatles songs.
Um...I had a point to this post. Oh yeah, the reason for it was really just to complain about the stupid Jodie Foster movie. Seriously, any time I watch TV, I see it like every single commercial break, at least once. So...there.
Oh and also? There's a fruit fly in my room, and it's bugging me quite a bit. I want it to die. Or at least leave my room. Alas, thus far it has not. Fruit flies and gnats are two insects that bug me (ha!) like no other. Seriously. Little teeny bugs that fly around my face and possibly into my eyes and mouth are most certainly not my friends.
Um...I had a point to this post. Oh yeah, the reason for it was really just to complain about the stupid Jodie Foster movie. Seriously, any time I watch TV, I see it like every single commercial break, at least once. So...there.
Oh and also? There's a fruit fly in my room, and it's bugging me quite a bit. I want it to die. Or at least leave my room. Alas, thus far it has not. Fruit flies and gnats are two insects that bug me (ha!) like no other. Seriously. Little teeny bugs that fly around my face and possibly into my eyes and mouth are most certainly not my friends.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
I have a real post. I just don't know if I want to post it.
I like wearing my Red Sox hat to work. I always get at least one or two comments about it, usually "Are you from Boston?" or something along those lines. Tonight I got a couple, but one of them was a guy who definitely had a Boston accent, and it made me so happy. I love Boston accents. I don't get to hear them nearly enough. Sigh. So anyway. Highlight of my night. Maybe. It was a slow night, ok?
Oh, and also, don't judge me too harshly, but I think that the movie Sky High is sort of fun. Dumb, maybe, but whatever.
I'm taking my senior pictures tomorrow. Or, technically, I'm getting them taken. Again. I'm hoping that I suddenly become a great deal more photogenic than I normally am, and than I was when I got them taken in April. Because, man. Those weren't very good pictures. So...yeah.
Oh, and also, don't judge me too harshly, but I think that the movie Sky High is sort of fun. Dumb, maybe, but whatever.
I'm taking my senior pictures tomorrow. Or, technically, I'm getting them taken. Again. I'm hoping that I suddenly become a great deal more photogenic than I normally am, and than I was when I got them taken in April. Because, man. Those weren't very good pictures. So...yeah.
Oh, so that's what the O-line is for?
Ok so I'm sitting here watching the Pats-Jets game. I love NFL. I love the Patriots. It's amazing. Pats are on offense right now, and Tom Brady just did a passing play. Know what was really amazing? He was able to stand back there, in the pocket, for like three seconds, just stand there and wait for someone to get open, and -- here's the kicker -- his O-line protected him. They actually like gave him time to throw. What a novel idea!
Maybe we (ND) should work on that, perhaps?
Maybe we (ND) should work on that, perhaps?
Mass, coffee, and football. The lovely things of life.
Good news, everyone. Three years after buying it, I have finally used my mini four cup coffee maker. Aren't you so proud? (But don't tell anyone. I don't think I'm technically supposed to have a coffee maker in my room. But whatever. At least it's not hard alcohol, right?) I'm not quite sure that it's all that good, but with some sugar and half and half (which I stole a few little things of from the Huddle), it's fine. Plus it's hazelnut flavored, which is great.
Further cause for celebration: The Patriots start their season today. And it's being aired here. I think it's on CBS actually, so it's probably aired everywhere. But maybe not. I don't really know. All I know is, it's on here, and that's what matters to me.
And? I made it to 10am Mass today. I love the 10am Mass. The lit choir, the incense, the loveliness. Oh, and as a surprise, the Bishop was the presider. I wasn't expecting that. The only thing that could make it better would be more Latin, and maybe some chanting. (Speaking of Latin, boy oh boy did I bomb our quiz on Friday. It was atrocious, and I'm really not looking forward to getting it back. Luckily for me, we get one quiz grade thrown out at the end of the semester, since we take one pretty much every Friday. But man. It was sad.) The bad thing about the 10am Mass? It's occasionally hard to get up for. Today, even though I didn't really go to bed terribly late, I really struggled getting up at 9. But it's worth it, so I like to do it. I guess it could help keep me in line on Saturday nights too. Anyhoo.
yeah.
Further cause for celebration: The Patriots start their season today. And it's being aired here. I think it's on CBS actually, so it's probably aired everywhere. But maybe not. I don't really know. All I know is, it's on here, and that's what matters to me.
And? I made it to 10am Mass today. I love the 10am Mass. The lit choir, the incense, the loveliness. Oh, and as a surprise, the Bishop was the presider. I wasn't expecting that. The only thing that could make it better would be more Latin, and maybe some chanting. (Speaking of Latin, boy oh boy did I bomb our quiz on Friday. It was atrocious, and I'm really not looking forward to getting it back. Luckily for me, we get one quiz grade thrown out at the end of the semester, since we take one pretty much every Friday. But man. It was sad.) The bad thing about the 10am Mass? It's occasionally hard to get up for. Today, even though I didn't really go to bed terribly late, I really struggled getting up at 9. But it's worth it, so I like to do it. I guess it could help keep me in line on Saturday nights too. Anyhoo.
yeah.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
I do like me some Zibby.
Clearly, that wasn't pretty. (Although it was prettier than last week, to be sure.)
On the upside, our defense had quite a few cheerable moments. They were really quite good (and are still, after two games, the only side of the ball to score a touchdown this season. Offense has gotten two field goals, but no touchdowns), but unfortunately any time they had some shining plays, the oft-anemic offense came out and sufficiently killed the momentum. I mean, come on, Zibby almost had a return TD there, got to around the 10 or so maybe before he got out of bounds, and the offense still couldn't convert to a freaking TD. Ridiculous, right there. I cannot believe how many 3-and-outs we had. I mean, there were some glimpses of glory there on offense, this is true. I think Clausen is pretty good, with what he has to work with, and his experience. Unfortunately we just desperately want to get back into the upper echelons of college football once again, and so we sort of expect Clausen to be able to pull wins out of wherever even when the O-line is atrocious, like Brady seemed to be able to do sometimes last year. But it's irrational to expect that Clausen's going to come out, his first game as a starter in a college game, playing for a high-profile team, against a very good team, in a very tough environment, and be able to be the leader Brady was by the end of his college career. I mean, my irrational side wanted to believe he'd do that, and he wasn't awful. (And to be fair, a lot of what happened tonight wasn't on him -- there were a few good throws that the receivers should have caught, there were a ridiculous number of plays that would have been good that were taken back because of dumb penalties, and obviously it's gonna be hard for him to throw the ball when he has no pass protection -- so I'm not really faulting him. The o-line though? Pathetic.)
And speaking of penalties, I said that if we lost this game, I was going to put at least some blame on Travis Thomas. The one who got a personal foul penalty called on him for a completely thug-like move on a Penn State guy after the play was over, or something, but it was ridiculous. And it totally killed some momentum we had been building, not to mention costing us 15 yards. That penalty really hurt us. But obviously all the blame can't be on that. Although, seriously, he's a 5th year, and we had a penalty like that against us last week too that also seemed to kill some momentum we had going. He most certainly should have known better, and I have no idea what on earth he was thinking there.
Sigh. I guess I just have to accept that my college career will be bookended by two less than stellar football seasons. At least there were two in there that were fun to watch. And yeah, there's still a big chunk of me that has hope in this season. I mean, we play Michigan next week, who today got creamed -- at home -- by Oregon. Who are, admittedly, a pretty good team. So next week who knows what we'll get from the 0-2 Michigan. A team that's out for blood, hoping for their first win -- and first home win -- of the season, or a team that's given up. Maybe it won't matter either way because they suck. Who knows. Fun fact that they kept saying at the end of the game tonight: There has never been a season in which both Michigan and Notre Dame started out 0-2. So, you know, that's cool.
Sigh.
I still believe in my guys, I really do. I can't help but. And hopefully I'll get to make the trek up to the game, and I'll get a lovely birthday present in the form of a win. In the Big House. Twould be lovely. (But it also might be true that I'm more likely to get, I don't know, a boyfriend between now and next weekend than it is that we'll win. So.....whatever.)
On the upside, our defense had quite a few cheerable moments. They were really quite good (and are still, after two games, the only side of the ball to score a touchdown this season. Offense has gotten two field goals, but no touchdowns), but unfortunately any time they had some shining plays, the oft-anemic offense came out and sufficiently killed the momentum. I mean, come on, Zibby almost had a return TD there, got to around the 10 or so maybe before he got out of bounds, and the offense still couldn't convert to a freaking TD. Ridiculous, right there. I cannot believe how many 3-and-outs we had. I mean, there were some glimpses of glory there on offense, this is true. I think Clausen is pretty good, with what he has to work with, and his experience. Unfortunately we just desperately want to get back into the upper echelons of college football once again, and so we sort of expect Clausen to be able to pull wins out of wherever even when the O-line is atrocious, like Brady seemed to be able to do sometimes last year. But it's irrational to expect that Clausen's going to come out, his first game as a starter in a college game, playing for a high-profile team, against a very good team, in a very tough environment, and be able to be the leader Brady was by the end of his college career. I mean, my irrational side wanted to believe he'd do that, and he wasn't awful. (And to be fair, a lot of what happened tonight wasn't on him -- there were a few good throws that the receivers should have caught, there were a ridiculous number of plays that would have been good that were taken back because of dumb penalties, and obviously it's gonna be hard for him to throw the ball when he has no pass protection -- so I'm not really faulting him. The o-line though? Pathetic.)
And speaking of penalties, I said that if we lost this game, I was going to put at least some blame on Travis Thomas. The one who got a personal foul penalty called on him for a completely thug-like move on a Penn State guy after the play was over, or something, but it was ridiculous. And it totally killed some momentum we had been building, not to mention costing us 15 yards. That penalty really hurt us. But obviously all the blame can't be on that. Although, seriously, he's a 5th year, and we had a penalty like that against us last week too that also seemed to kill some momentum we had going. He most certainly should have known better, and I have no idea what on earth he was thinking there.
Sigh. I guess I just have to accept that my college career will be bookended by two less than stellar football seasons. At least there were two in there that were fun to watch. And yeah, there's still a big chunk of me that has hope in this season. I mean, we play Michigan next week, who today got creamed -- at home -- by Oregon. Who are, admittedly, a pretty good team. So next week who knows what we'll get from the 0-2 Michigan. A team that's out for blood, hoping for their first win -- and first home win -- of the season, or a team that's given up. Maybe it won't matter either way because they suck. Who knows. Fun fact that they kept saying at the end of the game tonight: There has never been a season in which both Michigan and Notre Dame started out 0-2. So, you know, that's cool.
Sigh.
I still believe in my guys, I really do. I can't help but. And hopefully I'll get to make the trek up to the game, and I'll get a lovely birthday present in the form of a win. In the Big House. Twould be lovely. (But it also might be true that I'm more likely to get, I don't know, a boyfriend between now and next weekend than it is that we'll win. So.....whatever.)
Gameday Again
Today's quote for the day:
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"I don't know, something amazing I guess."
It's from the Incredibles. Lovely movie. But yes. We are all waiting for something amazing right now. Unlikely to happen? Sure. But I have enough faith left that I believe we can be good this year.
Here's hoping it starts tonight.
GO IRISH! BEAT LIONS!!!
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"I don't know, something amazing I guess."
It's from the Incredibles. Lovely movie. But yes. We are all waiting for something amazing right now. Unlikely to happen? Sure. But I have enough faith left that I believe we can be good this year.
Here's hoping it starts tonight.
GO IRISH! BEAT LIONS!!!
Pictures don't do it justice. But they're close.
I love watching Rudy. You know why? Because Notre Dame is front and center in it. And boy do I love Notre Dame.
Last week at some point, or...I guess it was this week, I was walking from the bookstore back to Cavanaugh, having gone to pick up my sign language book. And when I got to the statue of Fr Sorin at the beginning of God Quad, I made a decision that's contrary to what I normally do. Normally I'll follow the main path that goes next to Crowley and Lafortune and whatnot (this doesn't really make much sense unless you know the campus, sorry). But that day? I was coming up on the straight tree-lined path that goes from the statue of Sorin to the statue of Jesus that faces the main building. It's rather pretty, very shaded, etc, and I don't think I've ever walked down that path. Seems sort of hallowed to me for some reason. But that day I was in one of those "I need to do things differently than what I always do, switch it up, take different paths" sort of moods. So I walked down that path. It was fun. And I felt just like Rudy because at the scene where I think he walks down that path, or around there somewhere, he sees these two priests walking along talking, and you know what? As I got close to the Jesus statue, I saw two priests walking along, talking. It was just great.
I love this place.
And I love the fact that the trays in Rudy when they're eating at South are the same trays they have now. I don't know why, but it makes me so happy.
Oh and I went running this morning! Got up to go at 10 with a couple friends, and we just ran around one lake, and I thought it was going to be the end of me, but it actually turned out not to be that bad. I mean, the worst thing for me when running is when I just can't breathe. But I had no breathing problems whatsoever today, and was able to go the whole almost 15 minutes. Had I been by myself, I probably would have stopped sooner because I get so bored running, but since I was with people, I had to keep going. So yeah. I didn't really feel like I had worked out at all afterward though, which isn't cool. I need to go longer I guess. I like running around the lakes though. I missed it so much. We have the best campus here, really. It's fact.
Oh and know what else I love about Rudy? The ND songs that are on there, which are unfortunately not on the soundtrack. Especially the Glee Club singing the Fight Song (Gawd I love that part) and Hike Notre Dame and whatnot. I really need to find a Glee Club CD with those songs. And there's the part with the Jig. That part is fun too.
You know what else is great? The view from my desk.
Last week at some point, or...I guess it was this week, I was walking from the bookstore back to Cavanaugh, having gone to pick up my sign language book. And when I got to the statue of Fr Sorin at the beginning of God Quad, I made a decision that's contrary to what I normally do. Normally I'll follow the main path that goes next to Crowley and Lafortune and whatnot (this doesn't really make much sense unless you know the campus, sorry). But that day? I was coming up on the straight tree-lined path that goes from the statue of Sorin to the statue of Jesus that faces the main building. It's rather pretty, very shaded, etc, and I don't think I've ever walked down that path. Seems sort of hallowed to me for some reason. But that day I was in one of those "I need to do things differently than what I always do, switch it up, take different paths" sort of moods. So I walked down that path. It was fun. And I felt just like Rudy because at the scene where I think he walks down that path, or around there somewhere, he sees these two priests walking along talking, and you know what? As I got close to the Jesus statue, I saw two priests walking along, talking. It was just great.
I love this place.
And I love the fact that the trays in Rudy when they're eating at South are the same trays they have now. I don't know why, but it makes me so happy.
Oh and I went running this morning! Got up to go at 10 with a couple friends, and we just ran around one lake, and I thought it was going to be the end of me, but it actually turned out not to be that bad. I mean, the worst thing for me when running is when I just can't breathe. But I had no breathing problems whatsoever today, and was able to go the whole almost 15 minutes. Had I been by myself, I probably would have stopped sooner because I get so bored running, but since I was with people, I had to keep going. So yeah. I didn't really feel like I had worked out at all afterward though, which isn't cool. I need to go longer I guess. I like running around the lakes though. I missed it so much. We have the best campus here, really. It's fact.
Oh and know what else I love about Rudy? The ND songs that are on there, which are unfortunately not on the soundtrack. Especially the Glee Club singing the Fight Song (Gawd I love that part) and Hike Notre Dame and whatnot. I really need to find a Glee Club CD with those songs. And there's the part with the Jig. That part is fun too.
You know what else is great? The view from my desk.
Screw pop, I'm going with classical
I just looked at the amazon bestsellers in music, and wasn't surprised that four of the top 25 (and three of the top 10) are Pavarotti-related (two of those are Three Tenor CDs, but yeah). He had quite a voice, that's for sure.
Interestingly, Paul Potts (remember, the dude who won Britain's Got Talent this summer?) has an album out now. If I had money I might look into getting it. And a Pavarotti CD. And maybe Michael Buble's latest. Oh, and I also have been wanting to get a Dean Martin CD for a long time.
But the most important? Buying the Josh Groban Christmas CD when it comes out. Or probably not when it comes out, because it comes out in October which I find odd, but whatever. I'm slightly sad that O Holy Night isn't on the CD, but I guess they figure everyone has it by now, so why put it on a CD. I'd like it on there though so they're all together and whatnot. But whatever. I'll take what I can get.
Interestingly, Paul Potts (remember, the dude who won Britain's Got Talent this summer?) has an album out now. If I had money I might look into getting it. And a Pavarotti CD. And maybe Michael Buble's latest. Oh, and I also have been wanting to get a Dean Martin CD for a long time.
But the most important? Buying the Josh Groban Christmas CD when it comes out. Or probably not when it comes out, because it comes out in October which I find odd, but whatever. I'm slightly sad that O Holy Night isn't on the CD, but I guess they figure everyone has it by now, so why put it on a CD. I'd like it on there though so they're all together and whatnot. But whatever. I'll take what I can get.
Friday, September 07, 2007
It's about time!
Ok people I caved and just uploaded the stupid things on youtube. So, even though they're most certainly not that exciting, they're there for anyone who wishes to view them. Enjoy!
Pep Rally -- Georgia Tech weekend, Friday August 31, 2007
Pep Rally -- Georgia Tech weekend, Friday August 31, 2007
Leprechaun
Joe Theismann
And again
The 2007 Notre Dame football team
Some of the 5th year seniors (including our favorite!), and Chris Zorich there at the end
This one's for you, Mom
Chris Zorich
Zibby!!!
Charlie!!!
Team and some cheerleadersHere's the band entering the pep rally. I'm pretty sure that's me that you can hear. Yeah, lovely voice I know. But hey, you try singing in tune when you're practically screaming the song. Sorry it cuts off at the end (how unfulfilling!), but I ran out of time there I guess.
Here's the band entering the pep rally. Fun. And again, it cut off right before the end. But whatever.
Stupid Blogger
So, I'm attempting to post a couple of videos I took last weekend, along with some pictures. The pictures obviously show up fine, as they always do, but the videos? Well, the one anyway (I can only upload one at a time), it's been sitting there all day, well since this afternoon, saying it's still uploading. So I'm pretty sure it's not going to upload. This is rather disappointing as I want to share my videos, and that one worked last week, so I don't know why it's not working now. I mean, I guess I could always upload it to youtube and put it on here that way, but I've never used youtube and it scares me. I mean, not to visit, but to actually contribute. So I don't know. I just wished it worked so that I could just upload them straight from my files. Twould be much more preferable to me.
Eh I guess maybe I'll cave.
Eh I guess maybe I'll cave.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
I've got a fever
So, I was told this afternoon of plans to go out tonight. The "thing to do" for many of us ND students on a Thursday night is to go to Club Fever. I, however, have never participated in this ritual. Last semester the few times I was almost enticed, I ended up declining because I had an 8:30 MWF. Plus like three other classes on Fridays (and four on MW). Those were the days. Anyway. When making my schedule for this semester, I tried my hardest to have as few classes as possible on Fridays. I couldn't get around having two of them, unless I decided not to take Latin, but I had to take Trads I so I was going to have one Friday class anyway. And since those two are at 12:50 and 1:55, it's not really terrible. So. Tonight, the plan is to go to Fever early (apparently the line gets long as does the wait), get hands stamped, and go to this other bar for awhile, one that's apparently a lot of fun and less...clubby. And then later go back to the Fever and not have to wait in line because of the hand stamp thing. Anyway. At first I was like, aw I can't go, I have reading and such for Trads and a quiz in Latin. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go. So when I got back from dinner, I set to work, and didn't turn on the TV or sit at my computer.
And you know what? I got it done. Well, the thing I most needed to do, which was read this chapter for Trads and write an outline of it. And I sort of half-assed the other thing I had to do for Trads. But I'm quite proud of myself. Now, the smart thing to do would be to take advantage of this productivity and homework that's done before 1am and go to bed early, especially given the week I've had and the crappy night of sleep I got last night. But what's the point of college if you don't make some questionable decisions here and there, and choose going out with friends over sleep? Of course, I haven't quite studied for Latin yet, but after that first night of homework, things have been coming back better for me, so I'm not as worried about it as I was a few night ago. Plus it's mostly stuff we've done this week, which is a lot easier to remember than stuff I learned back in January or, worse, April. Don't worry, I'll still be studying it, but yeah.
I'm proud of myself, and I thought I'd share. Apparently it is possible for me to be productive! And productive before midnight! Who knew?
Oh, and dude, did you know that my birthday is a week from tomorrow? I totally didn't even realize it was that close. A friend of mine has the same birthday, but she'll be turning 21 this year (I'll be 22, obviously), so there are plans in the works to go to Fever at midnight in honor of that. So I'm going to have to try this productivity thing again next week too, because I'm gonna go get smashed on my birthday. Haha. Ok maybe not (it does cost money, you know, unless you have a tiara that says "21" on it like Bethany did last week, and then everyone just buys you drinks), but yeah. Anyway. We were talking about our birthday this afternoon, and then at dinner it hit me that it's next week. Not sure why I thought it was farther away than that, but whatever. Did you know that, had I been born on September 13, I would have been born on a Friday the 13th? As it was I was born on boring Saturday ("Saturday's child works for a living." Stupid poem). But that's ok, because 14 is far superior to 13 anyway.
And you know what? I got it done. Well, the thing I most needed to do, which was read this chapter for Trads and write an outline of it. And I sort of half-assed the other thing I had to do for Trads. But I'm quite proud of myself. Now, the smart thing to do would be to take advantage of this productivity and homework that's done before 1am and go to bed early, especially given the week I've had and the crappy night of sleep I got last night. But what's the point of college if you don't make some questionable decisions here and there, and choose going out with friends over sleep? Of course, I haven't quite studied for Latin yet, but after that first night of homework, things have been coming back better for me, so I'm not as worried about it as I was a few night ago. Plus it's mostly stuff we've done this week, which is a lot easier to remember than stuff I learned back in January or, worse, April. Don't worry, I'll still be studying it, but yeah.
I'm proud of myself, and I thought I'd share. Apparently it is possible for me to be productive! And productive before midnight! Who knew?
Oh, and dude, did you know that my birthday is a week from tomorrow? I totally didn't even realize it was that close. A friend of mine has the same birthday, but she'll be turning 21 this year (I'll be 22, obviously), so there are plans in the works to go to Fever at midnight in honor of that. So I'm going to have to try this productivity thing again next week too, because I'm gonna go get smashed on my birthday. Haha. Ok maybe not (it does cost money, you know, unless you have a tiara that says "21" on it like Bethany did last week, and then everyone just buys you drinks), but yeah. Anyway. We were talking about our birthday this afternoon, and then at dinner it hit me that it's next week. Not sure why I thought it was farther away than that, but whatever. Did you know that, had I been born on September 13, I would have been born on a Friday the 13th? As it was I was born on boring Saturday ("Saturday's child works for a living." Stupid poem). But that's ok, because 14 is far superior to 13 anyway.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Oh. My. GOSH.
I really needed a pick me up tonight, after the last two days I've had which have been cradiculous. (That's crazy-ridiculous for those of you not in the know. Which would probably be everyone, because I just made up that word. I'm sure someone else, somewhere, at some time has used it before, but whatever.) So I was just randomly checking some webpages I go to on occasion, when I'm really bored/looking to procrastinate (although why I'm doing this tonight is beyond me, as it's nearing 10:30 and I should just get my butt into bed an hour ago). And then I stumbled across an absolute gem.
Wait for it.
Are you ready?
Josh Groban is coming out with a Christmas CD! This year! In October!!!!!!!!!! I've been waiting for this my whole life. Or a few years, at least. But dude. Not even a week ago I was thinking that this year I'll be buying myself the James Taylor Christmas CD (as I love James Taylor and love his Christmas music, what I've heard anyway), and I was thinking how sad it is that Josh Groban still doesn't have a Christmas CD and probably wouldn't for another year or so. He did just come out with a CD. Although, I guess that was almost a year ago already. But he was on tour much of this year. Anyway. Whatever. I'm beyond ecstatic about this right now. Josh Groban's voice plus Christmas music? Does it get any better than that?
yay for me.
Wait for it.
Are you ready?
Josh Groban is coming out with a Christmas CD! This year! In October!!!!!!!!!! I've been waiting for this my whole life. Or a few years, at least. But dude. Not even a week ago I was thinking that this year I'll be buying myself the James Taylor Christmas CD (as I love James Taylor and love his Christmas music, what I've heard anyway), and I was thinking how sad it is that Josh Groban still doesn't have a Christmas CD and probably wouldn't for another year or so. He did just come out with a CD. Although, I guess that was almost a year ago already. But he was on tour much of this year. Anyway. Whatever. I'm beyond ecstatic about this right now. Josh Groban's voice plus Christmas music? Does it get any better than that?
yay for me.
Haven't done a survey in like...three days.
(Yeah, that's an exaggeration. Whatever. I've had a ridiculously long two days. Leave me alone.)
1. What do you say most when you're trying NOT to curse? Well, I don't generally curse much anymore, so I don't really know.
2. Do You Own An Ipod? No, and no MP3 player of any kind.
3. What Person On Your Top 8 (on Myspace) Do You Talk To The Most? I don't even know who's in my "top 8" as I barely ever use my Myspace.
4. What Time Is Your Alarm Clock Set To? Currently, it's 8:02, but tonight I'll be changing it to 7:02, and then tomorrow night? A glorious 11:02. Or so. Maybe.
5. Do You Want To Fall In Love? yes
6. Do You Wear Flip-Flops When It's Cold? If there's snow outside, not outside. If not, maybe to go to Lafortune or something. And also to the bathroom. Depending on the sock situation, usually (no socks = flip flops to the bathroom)
7. Would You Rather Take The Picture Or Be In The Picture? I love taking pictures, but being one of the only ones who does means I'm not in very many, and I don't exactly like that either. But on the other hand, I'm not very photogenic for some reason, so...yeah.
8. What Was The Last Movie You Watched? Um...I started to watch The Quiet Man the other night, but didn't get very far, and then I had Anne of Green Gables: The Sequel on and it went to the end, but I wasn't really watching. So I don't know.
9. Do any of your friends have kids? None of my close friends. I have some acquaintances with kids, but none I really talk to. Aside from my sister, but she doesn't count. I don't know why.
10. Has Anyone Ever Called You Lazy? Me? Lazy? ha.
11. Do You Ever Take Medication To Help You Fall Asleep? Well, I might have taken some sort of Nyquil so that I could fall asleep sans cough before, which technically is taking medication to help me fall asleep.
12. Are you a cuddle bug? Depends on the person, but at heart I am.
13. Do You Prefer Regular Or Chocolate milk? Regular is more versatile.
14. Has Anyone Told You A Secret This Week? Um...I don't think so.
15. When Was The Last Time You Had Starbucks? This morning. Best part? It was free. (Because I used my meal ticket from work.)
16. Can You Whistle? Yes.
17. Do You Have A Trampoline In Your Back Yard? haha no. We've only ever had one of those teeny exercise trampolines. That thing was fun.
18. Do You Think People Talk About You Behind Your Back? Probably.
19. Did you watch cartoons as a kid? Who didn't?
20. What Movie Do You Know Every Line To? Well, I know pretty much all the lines to Ever After, for one.
21. What CD is in your car stereo right now? I believe a Simon and Garfunkel best of CD is in there.
22. What's your fav. song on that cd? Well, I just found out on the drive up here while we were listening to it that they sing Cecilia, and that song is fun to sing. They have a few good ones though.
23. Do You Own Any Band T-Shirts? Nope
24. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing? I guess ranch. Preferably buttermilk.
25. Does anyone like you? If they do, they sure haven't let on about it
26. Do You Do Your Own Dishes? I kinda have to, considering I have no dishwasher. Not that I use a lot of dishes anyway, but yeah.
27. Ever Cry In Public? I do my very best not to, or at least not to seem obvious about it. I've shed a few tears in movie theaters though.
28. Have you told a secret to someone this week? I doubt it.
29. Who was your first love? Kebbie. Hehe.
30. Do you think you could ever be in love? Man I sure hope so.
31. Would You Ever Marry Anyone Covered In Tattoos? Hm...he'd have to be a really great guy, I think. A few tattoos I could handle no problem, but covered? It'd take a bit to get past it, I think.
32. What Did You Do Before This? Um...probably checked my email, and some other websites and such.
33. When Was The Last Time You Slept On The Floor? Uh...I have no idea.
34. How Many Hours Of Sleep Do You Need To Function? Depends on your definition of function...I'm currently running on around 5 each the past few nights, and today was rough.
35. Do You Eat Breakfast Daily? no
36. Are Your Days Full And Fast Paced? Tuesdays and Wednesdays are, apparently. Full at least.
37. What are you doing right now? Watching some hour long thing on Steve Irwin, hosted by his daughter, about her life with him. (I'm a loser, I know.)
38. Do you use sarcasm? I am the least sarcastic person I know.
39. Have You Ever Been In A Fight? Not a real fight, aside from little squabbles with siblings
40. Are you picky about spelling and grammar? Oh my yes.
41. Have You Ever Been To Six Flags? Well, Elitches in Denver. I forget if that's a Six Flags or not. I think maybe it used to be, but it's not now, or it wasn't, but now it is, or something.
42. Have you ever been beaten up? Not by a person
43. Do You Get Along Better With The Same Sex Or The Opposite? Neither. haha. Just kidding. Same. Boys are dumb. But girls are too, so whatever.
44. Do you like mustard? ew now
45. Do You Sleep On Your Side, Stomach, Or Back? When I'm trying to go to sleep, I'm most comfortable on my side usually. Or sort of on my side and stomach.
46. Do You Watch The news? Not really. I do read it though, so I'm not completely uninformed.
47. How Did You Get One Of Your Scars? Hm...I don't have a lot, really. I have a new one from a nice burn I got from when some really hot soup bubbled up and splashed on my arm.
48. Last person to make you mad? Um...your face.
49. Do you like anyone? I like everyone! Ok that's a blatant lie.
50. What Is The Last Thing You Purchased? The book for my sign language class, adhesive stuff, and some triple A batteries.
1. What do you say most when you're trying NOT to curse? Well, I don't generally curse much anymore, so I don't really know.
2. Do You Own An Ipod? No, and no MP3 player of any kind.
3. What Person On Your Top 8 (on Myspace) Do You Talk To The Most? I don't even know who's in my "top 8" as I barely ever use my Myspace.
4. What Time Is Your Alarm Clock Set To? Currently, it's 8:02, but tonight I'll be changing it to 7:02, and then tomorrow night? A glorious 11:02. Or so. Maybe.
5. Do You Want To Fall In Love? yes
6. Do You Wear Flip-Flops When It's Cold? If there's snow outside, not outside. If not, maybe to go to Lafortune or something. And also to the bathroom. Depending on the sock situation, usually (no socks = flip flops to the bathroom)
7. Would You Rather Take The Picture Or Be In The Picture? I love taking pictures, but being one of the only ones who does means I'm not in very many, and I don't exactly like that either. But on the other hand, I'm not very photogenic for some reason, so...yeah.
8. What Was The Last Movie You Watched? Um...I started to watch The Quiet Man the other night, but didn't get very far, and then I had Anne of Green Gables: The Sequel on and it went to the end, but I wasn't really watching. So I don't know.
9. Do any of your friends have kids? None of my close friends. I have some acquaintances with kids, but none I really talk to. Aside from my sister, but she doesn't count. I don't know why.
10. Has Anyone Ever Called You Lazy? Me? Lazy? ha.
11. Do You Ever Take Medication To Help You Fall Asleep? Well, I might have taken some sort of Nyquil so that I could fall asleep sans cough before, which technically is taking medication to help me fall asleep.
12. Are you a cuddle bug? Depends on the person, but at heart I am.
13. Do You Prefer Regular Or Chocolate milk? Regular is more versatile.
14. Has Anyone Told You A Secret This Week? Um...I don't think so.
15. When Was The Last Time You Had Starbucks? This morning. Best part? It was free. (Because I used my meal ticket from work.)
16. Can You Whistle? Yes.
17. Do You Have A Trampoline In Your Back Yard? haha no. We've only ever had one of those teeny exercise trampolines. That thing was fun.
18. Do You Think People Talk About You Behind Your Back? Probably.
19. Did you watch cartoons as a kid? Who didn't?
20. What Movie Do You Know Every Line To? Well, I know pretty much all the lines to Ever After, for one.
21. What CD is in your car stereo right now? I believe a Simon and Garfunkel best of CD is in there.
22. What's your fav. song on that cd? Well, I just found out on the drive up here while we were listening to it that they sing Cecilia, and that song is fun to sing. They have a few good ones though.
23. Do You Own Any Band T-Shirts? Nope
24. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing? I guess ranch. Preferably buttermilk.
25. Does anyone like you? If they do, they sure haven't let on about it
26. Do You Do Your Own Dishes? I kinda have to, considering I have no dishwasher. Not that I use a lot of dishes anyway, but yeah.
27. Ever Cry In Public? I do my very best not to, or at least not to seem obvious about it. I've shed a few tears in movie theaters though.
28. Have you told a secret to someone this week? I doubt it.
29. Who was your first love? Kebbie. Hehe.
30. Do you think you could ever be in love? Man I sure hope so.
31. Would You Ever Marry Anyone Covered In Tattoos? Hm...he'd have to be a really great guy, I think. A few tattoos I could handle no problem, but covered? It'd take a bit to get past it, I think.
32. What Did You Do Before This? Um...probably checked my email, and some other websites and such.
33. When Was The Last Time You Slept On The Floor? Uh...I have no idea.
34. How Many Hours Of Sleep Do You Need To Function? Depends on your definition of function...I'm currently running on around 5 each the past few nights, and today was rough.
35. Do You Eat Breakfast Daily? no
36. Are Your Days Full And Fast Paced? Tuesdays and Wednesdays are, apparently. Full at least.
37. What are you doing right now? Watching some hour long thing on Steve Irwin, hosted by his daughter, about her life with him. (I'm a loser, I know.)
38. Do you use sarcasm? I am the least sarcastic person I know.
39. Have You Ever Been In A Fight? Not a real fight, aside from little squabbles with siblings
40. Are you picky about spelling and grammar? Oh my yes.
41. Have You Ever Been To Six Flags? Well, Elitches in Denver. I forget if that's a Six Flags or not. I think maybe it used to be, but it's not now, or it wasn't, but now it is, or something.
42. Have you ever been beaten up? Not by a person
43. Do You Get Along Better With The Same Sex Or The Opposite? Neither. haha. Just kidding. Same. Boys are dumb. But girls are too, so whatever.
44. Do you like mustard? ew now
45. Do You Sleep On Your Side, Stomach, Or Back? When I'm trying to go to sleep, I'm most comfortable on my side usually. Or sort of on my side and stomach.
46. Do You Watch The news? Not really. I do read it though, so I'm not completely uninformed.
47. How Did You Get One Of Your Scars? Hm...I don't have a lot, really. I have a new one from a nice burn I got from when some really hot soup bubbled up and splashed on my arm.
48. Last person to make you mad? Um...your face.
49. Do you like anyone? I like everyone! Ok that's a blatant lie.
50. What Is The Last Thing You Purchased? The book for my sign language class, adhesive stuff, and some triple A batteries.
Perhaps a part of me wishes the shoulder pad look were still fashionable
My chronic shoulder problem has been popping up more recently since I've been back at school. Someone mentioned to me at some point within the last month that maybe I tend to hunch that shoulder up more, like when I'm writing and whatnot, and maybe that's part of the problem. So when it started to get irritatingly bad last week, I decided to make myself consciously push my shoulders down (not like with my hands, but yeah) any time I notice it starting to twinge a little bit. And you know what? It's sort of maybe been working. I'm not about to declare myself cured, but it's quite possible that I've been doing a shoulder lift thing subconsciously ever since seventh grade, when this all started (perhaps in one of my ever-present attempts to make myself seem shorter than I actually am/was. I'm always friends with very short people -- but some taller ones too, although only a few who are around my height -- and up until maybe around 8th grade if I was lucky -- and even then it was just a handful -- I always tended to be taller than the guys in my class. Actually, that's true a lot here too. Notre Dame seems to attract short guys. Or average guys, which in my mind is short, because I am around the height of an average guy. And then there are the football and basketball players, but I don't typically find myself in their company, oddly enough), and that forcing myself to be aware of it and to stop it when possible might just help. A bit, if not altogether.
So. I just thought I'd share.
Oh, and completely unrelated. Dude. Triple A batteries are currently practically impossible to obtain on this campus. We were out of them in the Huddle on Sunday night (I guess all those football fans that were in here over the weekend snatched up our whole stash), and I didn't care. But then yesterday? My TV remote stopped working, randomly, even though I had been using it not long before. The batteries decided to do that explode thing with the acid powder and whatnot (always lovely when that happens), so I guess that's why the remote stopped working. Well, apparently I have no extra triple As in my room. I have plenty of AAs, but I don't even have a single electronic thing that uses AAAs. (Perhaps that's why I have no extras?...) And of course the Huddle doesn't have them. And whatever they got in in today's shipment, they were gone by the time I managed to stop by there this morning. I think it was morning. Well, whatever. They were gone, and I'm sad because my TV is currently stuck on the DVD channel,b since I can only change that part with the remote. So I can watch DVDs and videos, but not TV. I don't really have anything specific I watch anymore (aside from Conan, who I haven't watched in awhile now), but still. I've never had cable, well, not since I was around five or so, so it's fun to be able to see all these things I've never seen before. Or old TV shows. Yeah. Anyway. Tomorrow I have to go to the bookstore to pick up the book for my sign language class (I could get it cheaper online, but the class is already in session and I should probably have the book ASAP), so maybe they'll have batteries. For around $20 a battery. They probably have like the ND monogram on there so they can charge up the wazoo. Ok I doubt they really have those. It'd be funny if they did though.
So. I just thought I'd share.
Oh, and completely unrelated. Dude. Triple A batteries are currently practically impossible to obtain on this campus. We were out of them in the Huddle on Sunday night (I guess all those football fans that were in here over the weekend snatched up our whole stash), and I didn't care. But then yesterday? My TV remote stopped working, randomly, even though I had been using it not long before. The batteries decided to do that explode thing with the acid powder and whatnot (always lovely when that happens), so I guess that's why the remote stopped working. Well, apparently I have no extra triple As in my room. I have plenty of AAs, but I don't even have a single electronic thing that uses AAAs. (Perhaps that's why I have no extras?...) And of course the Huddle doesn't have them. And whatever they got in in today's shipment, they were gone by the time I managed to stop by there this morning. I think it was morning. Well, whatever. They were gone, and I'm sad because my TV is currently stuck on the DVD channel,b since I can only change that part with the remote. So I can watch DVDs and videos, but not TV. I don't really have anything specific I watch anymore (aside from Conan, who I haven't watched in awhile now), but still. I've never had cable, well, not since I was around five or so, so it's fun to be able to see all these things I've never seen before. Or old TV shows. Yeah. Anyway. Tomorrow I have to go to the bookstore to pick up the book for my sign language class (I could get it cheaper online, but the class is already in session and I should probably have the book ASAP), so maybe they'll have batteries. For around $20 a battery. They probably have like the ND monogram on there so they can charge up the wazoo. Ok I doubt they really have those. It'd be funny if they did though.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
One year later
Yeah, I know, no one else really cares, and I still don't know why I do, but a year ago today Steve Irwin died, and it affected me quite a bit more strongly than I ever would have expected. It's still quite sad to think about even now, and it's still hard to believe, and hard to believe that it was a year ago. Animal Planet has been showing a lot of Crocodile Hunter episodes this past weekend and such, and as I have cable here I've finally been seeing some of them. I saw some episodes/footage from when his kids were born and whatnot, and it was so sweet. Regardless of what people might have thought of what he did for a living, and how he included his children, it was obvious that he loved them immensely, and that he was absolutely devoted to his wife as well. And that's always something that's nice to see.
I had a horrible dream last night in which my dad died (I forget how, and I don't think it was like I was there but it just happened at some point), and when I remembered it after waking up, I wished I hadn't remembered. Because it was awful. So today, when a little girl (and her brother, and her mother) is probably particularly missing her beloved father, I'm incredibly thankful that mine is still here, still encouraging me, still loving me no matter what, and still willing to do anything for me.
...including driving all day Saturday and a bit on Sunday to get me to school, being willing to unload all my ridiculous amounts of crap into my new room, go to storage with me to get my stuff from there, and even helping with the setting up a little bit. And then getting on a plane that night to go home. He didn't have to do it, but he did, and I'm forever so thankful and grateful for that, because he's amazing and I don't deserve it.
...including driving all day Saturday and a bit on Sunday to get me to school, being willing to unload all my ridiculous amounts of crap into my new room, go to storage with me to get my stuff from there, and even helping with the setting up a little bit. And then getting on a plane that night to go home. He didn't have to do it, but he did, and I'm forever so thankful and grateful for that, because he's amazing and I don't deserve it.Things
The winning ticket lottery numbers? The number right below mine won, as did the number two above mine. I think that at least one, if not both, of these numbers belongs to one of my friends, so I think we've got at least two tickets there (since each winning number can buy two tickets). I don't know about the other batch we got, because I don't know what those numbers were. So. Yeah. (A part of me hopes that the number below mine isn't Bethany's, because had I seen the numbers I would have taken that one because it's 1485. Which is sort of part of my birthday, and I'm fond of that number. But I also hope that it is hers, and that the one two above mine is one of Julie's, because that would mean we have four tickets and I'm not sure if there are four or five of us who want to go, but four for five is better than two for five.) I don't know.
Got the overload and the permission to get into the sign language class. So, that's good I guess. The advisor was slightly hinky to let me do it, because it means I have 20 credits this semester and she doesn't want my GPA to suffer or anything like that. But whatever. So yeah. While I was in the A&L office waiting to talk to the advisor, some other people came in wanting permission to overload for some random things, including one girl who needed it to do a fall break seminar. Guess which one? The Gospel of Life. The one I wanted. It made me sad. But only sort of, because like I said, I pretty much expected that decision to go the way it did.
Sometimes I think that I mess up everything I try to do, life decision-wise.
I have a package. I would be excited, but it's probably just the two books I had ordered online that hadn't yet come by the time I left and which Mom packaged up and sent to me. Either that or it's the book I have coming from Amazon to replace my half upside-down book. Hm I had forgotten about that until just now. I was supposed to read something in that book for a class yesterday, but thought I didn't have it (I thought it was one Mom was sending me), but then I saw people with it in class and realized I do have it. But I didn't remember it was all upside down and whatnot.
Never mind. I was right. I don't have it. I must have just recognized it from seeing the picture online or something like that. Hm.
Tuesdays are long days. I have to wake up around 7ish for my 8am, and the earliest I can go to bed is after my 11pm-1am shift at the Huddle. And then I have to wake up around 8 on Wednesdays to go to my 9-11am shift. And now I'm going to have things to do until 9pm on Wednesdays, because that's how long the sign language class goes. I don't think I planned this semester out very well. But I think I'm mostly ok with it, to be honest. Because Tuesdays and Wednesdays are the worst of it, and I have time between and before and after classes and such, and that's all I need. A bit of time to recharge. And do the homework for the next class that I didn't do the night before.
Which I must do now, since I spent so long doing Latin last night (not to mention doing laundry and cleaning my room and whatnot, which really could have waited, but I like to do things besides homework whenever possible) and didn't get a chance to finish the reading for my next class.
Which I must leave for in approximately half an hour.
Guess I best get to it, no?
Got the overload and the permission to get into the sign language class. So, that's good I guess. The advisor was slightly hinky to let me do it, because it means I have 20 credits this semester and she doesn't want my GPA to suffer or anything like that. But whatever. So yeah. While I was in the A&L office waiting to talk to the advisor, some other people came in wanting permission to overload for some random things, including one girl who needed it to do a fall break seminar. Guess which one? The Gospel of Life. The one I wanted. It made me sad. But only sort of, because like I said, I pretty much expected that decision to go the way it did.
Sometimes I think that I mess up everything I try to do, life decision-wise.
I have a package. I would be excited, but it's probably just the two books I had ordered online that hadn't yet come by the time I left and which Mom packaged up and sent to me. Either that or it's the book I have coming from Amazon to replace my half upside-down book. Hm I had forgotten about that until just now. I was supposed to read something in that book for a class yesterday, but thought I didn't have it (I thought it was one Mom was sending me), but then I saw people with it in class and realized I do have it. But I didn't remember it was all upside down and whatnot.
Never mind. I was right. I don't have it. I must have just recognized it from seeing the picture online or something like that. Hm.
Tuesdays are long days. I have to wake up around 7ish for my 8am, and the earliest I can go to bed is after my 11pm-1am shift at the Huddle. And then I have to wake up around 8 on Wednesdays to go to my 9-11am shift. And now I'm going to have things to do until 9pm on Wednesdays, because that's how long the sign language class goes. I don't think I planned this semester out very well. But I think I'm mostly ok with it, to be honest. Because Tuesdays and Wednesdays are the worst of it, and I have time between and before and after classes and such, and that's all I need. A bit of time to recharge. And do the homework for the next class that I didn't do the night before.
Which I must do now, since I spent so long doing Latin last night (not to mention doing laundry and cleaning my room and whatnot, which really could have waited, but I like to do things besides homework whenever possible) and didn't get a chance to finish the reading for my next class.
Which I must leave for in approximately half an hour.
Guess I best get to it, no?
Monday, September 03, 2007
Maybe I should go to a private blog or something
Announcement: I have finally (almost) officially finished moving in. Posters are up (all three of them...methinks I need a few more though), suitcases are safely tucked in the storage closet (or under my bed...I feel bad taking up two spots in the closet, and while three of my suitcases all fit in together in the biggest one, I have a new one this year too which doesn't, so he's under my bed), and shoes are put away. Oh! And, I finally got Caitlin's extra TV cable from her, and it's plenty long, so TV is finally off the floor/sink (it was on the sink when I would watch it, and on the floor at night and such since I mostly use my sink before bed and in the morning) and on top of the wardrobe. I'm not sure how much I like it there, because it's kind of high, but until/unless I find somewhere better to put it, that's where it'll be for now. I've considered sticking it on top of my fridge, but I'm not entirely sold on that idea. It's ok enough where it is I guess.
So here's where things stand right now. I'm not sure if UCCS has sent my transcript here yet (I requested one back in August, which ND hadn't gotten as of last week sometime, so I requested one again last week. I need to go check on that tomorrow or something). Hopefully they will, and hopefully that will all transfer all good and stuff. And I realized that I had been calculating wrong, and after those credits and the 17 I'm signed up for this semester, I'm still going to need 17 next semester. Which means I really should take another class this semester. Unfortunately it's already a bit late (but I think I can make changes to my schedule up until Wednesday, so I best go check on that tomorrow). But ugh that sucks. It sucks to take six full classes this semester, plus the one credit one, and it'll suck to take five next semester. And I didn't get into the Washington DC fall break seminar. So I have no more opportunities for one credit things to pick up this semester. So basically things suck right now, school and credit-wise. And now I'm thinking of taking music lessons again this semester, but the forms were supposed to be in by Thursday (last), so last night I sent an email to the contact person asking about it, but have yet to hear back. I meant to go check on that today, but ended up spending two hours waiting in line for a lottery number for Michigan tickets. It's amazing how inept they are at doing ticket distribution. It was ridiculous.
So...yeah.
Hm. So the other day I wrote down some possibilities as to classes I might be willing to take this semester as overloads, and looking at them today, one really stuck out. It's a sign language class. There's two spots left, which means I'm sure by the time I go get everything approved it'll be full. But so tomorrow I'm going to go talk to an AL advisor and see about getting whatever I need so I can overload, and then I'll go to the psych department to get approval for the sign language class, and hopefully it'll all work out like a charm. With my luck, though, it won't, but you never know. It means I'll be taking 20 credits this semester, which sucks beyond...well I don't know what, but it sucks. However, it's better than having to take five classes plus two one credit things next semester, which is my only other option. I'll only have to take four plus two one credit things. So. Yeah. This sign language class is one night a week, Wednesday nights, for two and a half hours. I don't exactly like that idea, but it could be worse. So hopefully it'll work out and I can take it. I really hope so. And I also really hope that I can get my senior picture retakes done with no problems. I wanted to check up on that today too but again, ran out of time, and of course when I called they were closed as it's Labor Day and pretty much everywhere else had the day off today. The price we Domers pay for having a week long break in October, I suppose. (Which in turn causes us to have only Thursday and Friday off for Thanksgiving, which royally sucks. Well, maybe not that badly, but it does suck. Hm. I wonder if that sign language class meets that week? Because this year I'm hoping to get home prior to Thanksgiving, since every other year I've flown home on Thanksgiving itself. Verrrrry early in the morning both times.)
In other news, yes...um...crap. I got sidetracked and now don't remember what I was going to say. I guess I'll go do a bit of homework until I remember.
Ok I still don't remember. And I've discovered I can no longer understand Latin. Maybe I was going to say that, now that my room is almost all finished, I'll be taking and posting pictures soon. Along with those videos and pictures I wanted to post from Friday. (I had hoped there would be some good Saturday pictures, but...well all know how that turned out.) But I do know I wanted to say this: apparently my computer is a crappy one for motherboards. And in general. I found out tonight that one of my friends used to have the same model I have, and he knows some people who have or had it too, and they've all had problems with motherboards. He said he was on his third and then the hard drive died or something like that. I think he has a different one now. But yeah. And he and whoever it is that he knows, they had the same problem with the power cord not fitting in the computer well (which is recurring with me now again, because while it was fixed for a little while when I got a new motherboard this summer, I then had to get another new motherboard for a different problem and then the power cord problem started up again. It's not nearly as bad now, but it still bothers me). Seriously. I want a new laptop. I just want Dell to give up and decide it's not worth it and just to send me a new model. That would never ever happen, but man. I'm sick of this thing. And it seems like such a monster laptop now, especially seeing other people's newer laptops that are far thinner and lighter. And then there's the whole battery thing, which makes me feel so tied down with my laptop, so I can't really take it anywhere. Not that I like to do that because it's so enormously big. But I don't want to spend the money for a new battery (they're expensive. Annoyingly so). Sigh. I guess I have no choice but to stick with this thing for another school year, though, at least. Unless I suddenly and unexpectedly come into some large amount of money.
That would be fantastic.
And thus, it will never happen. Because really fantastic things (not just those stupid things I might describe as fantastic, like a seeing a fantastic movie, or having a fantastic dinner) don't tend to happen to me. Nor do normal every day good things, it seems.
I didn't get into the DC seminar. Oh I already mentioned that. It's not entirely surprising. I never get accepted into anything. Not jobs, not positions in clubs I might have tried out for (although I gave up on that freshman year), nothing. I kind of don't even want to bother applying to the JPII Institute. It'll just end up being a waste of time, paper, and $50. And hope. Unfortunately I already wasted the $140 on the GRE (and might have to spend another $15 to get the scores sent to the right place, since I was confused when I took the test and sent them to the Catholic University of America, with whom the JPII Institute is somewhat connected but apparently they can't get my scores from CUA, so I sent an email to the GRE people to ask them if they could switch the place I wanted them to send the scores to, but I just realized they never replied. Why do people suck so badly at replying to emails? It's so frustrating. And I don't want to have to spend another $15 to get the scores sent to another place. If I'm allowed to pick four when I initially take the test, and then only use one at that time, shouldn't I get three more freebies?). The only thing I've ever really applied for and got were colleges. And given my grades and all that crap, the only college that was even somewhat of a question mark was here because everywhere else were pretty easy colleges to get into. And, honestly, I doubt I'd be accepted if I were applying for here now. I don't even really know how I got in the first time around. Man this is all making me be in such a bad mood. Not that it's hard, lately, to get me there. I just wish things would work out better.
But so far, they're not. And so far, I'm sucking it up in my Latin class. Apparently I'm only good at Latin I, but beyond that, my brain hits overload and can't remember or process the information.
Sorry to be so negative these days. I'm trying. Ok maybe I'm not really, but this is an easy outlet for me, so whatever.
So here's where things stand right now. I'm not sure if UCCS has sent my transcript here yet (I requested one back in August, which ND hadn't gotten as of last week sometime, so I requested one again last week. I need to go check on that tomorrow or something). Hopefully they will, and hopefully that will all transfer all good and stuff. And I realized that I had been calculating wrong, and after those credits and the 17 I'm signed up for this semester, I'm still going to need 17 next semester. Which means I really should take another class this semester. Unfortunately it's already a bit late (but I think I can make changes to my schedule up until Wednesday, so I best go check on that tomorrow). But ugh that sucks. It sucks to take six full classes this semester, plus the one credit one, and it'll suck to take five next semester. And I didn't get into the Washington DC fall break seminar. So I have no more opportunities for one credit things to pick up this semester. So basically things suck right now, school and credit-wise. And now I'm thinking of taking music lessons again this semester, but the forms were supposed to be in by Thursday (last), so last night I sent an email to the contact person asking about it, but have yet to hear back. I meant to go check on that today, but ended up spending two hours waiting in line for a lottery number for Michigan tickets. It's amazing how inept they are at doing ticket distribution. It was ridiculous.
So...yeah.
Hm. So the other day I wrote down some possibilities as to classes I might be willing to take this semester as overloads, and looking at them today, one really stuck out. It's a sign language class. There's two spots left, which means I'm sure by the time I go get everything approved it'll be full. But so tomorrow I'm going to go talk to an AL advisor and see about getting whatever I need so I can overload, and then I'll go to the psych department to get approval for the sign language class, and hopefully it'll all work out like a charm. With my luck, though, it won't, but you never know. It means I'll be taking 20 credits this semester, which sucks beyond...well I don't know what, but it sucks. However, it's better than having to take five classes plus two one credit things next semester, which is my only other option. I'll only have to take four plus two one credit things. So. Yeah. This sign language class is one night a week, Wednesday nights, for two and a half hours. I don't exactly like that idea, but it could be worse. So hopefully it'll work out and I can take it. I really hope so. And I also really hope that I can get my senior picture retakes done with no problems. I wanted to check up on that today too but again, ran out of time, and of course when I called they were closed as it's Labor Day and pretty much everywhere else had the day off today. The price we Domers pay for having a week long break in October, I suppose. (Which in turn causes us to have only Thursday and Friday off for Thanksgiving, which royally sucks. Well, maybe not that badly, but it does suck. Hm. I wonder if that sign language class meets that week? Because this year I'm hoping to get home prior to Thanksgiving, since every other year I've flown home on Thanksgiving itself. Verrrrry early in the morning both times.)
In other news, yes...um...crap. I got sidetracked and now don't remember what I was going to say. I guess I'll go do a bit of homework until I remember.
Ok I still don't remember. And I've discovered I can no longer understand Latin. Maybe I was going to say that, now that my room is almost all finished, I'll be taking and posting pictures soon. Along with those videos and pictures I wanted to post from Friday. (I had hoped there would be some good Saturday pictures, but...well all know how that turned out.) But I do know I wanted to say this: apparently my computer is a crappy one for motherboards. And in general. I found out tonight that one of my friends used to have the same model I have, and he knows some people who have or had it too, and they've all had problems with motherboards. He said he was on his third and then the hard drive died or something like that. I think he has a different one now. But yeah. And he and whoever it is that he knows, they had the same problem with the power cord not fitting in the computer well (which is recurring with me now again, because while it was fixed for a little while when I got a new motherboard this summer, I then had to get another new motherboard for a different problem and then the power cord problem started up again. It's not nearly as bad now, but it still bothers me). Seriously. I want a new laptop. I just want Dell to give up and decide it's not worth it and just to send me a new model. That would never ever happen, but man. I'm sick of this thing. And it seems like such a monster laptop now, especially seeing other people's newer laptops that are far thinner and lighter. And then there's the whole battery thing, which makes me feel so tied down with my laptop, so I can't really take it anywhere. Not that I like to do that because it's so enormously big. But I don't want to spend the money for a new battery (they're expensive. Annoyingly so). Sigh. I guess I have no choice but to stick with this thing for another school year, though, at least. Unless I suddenly and unexpectedly come into some large amount of money.
That would be fantastic.
And thus, it will never happen. Because really fantastic things (not just those stupid things I might describe as fantastic, like a seeing a fantastic movie, or having a fantastic dinner) don't tend to happen to me. Nor do normal every day good things, it seems.
I didn't get into the DC seminar. Oh I already mentioned that. It's not entirely surprising. I never get accepted into anything. Not jobs, not positions in clubs I might have tried out for (although I gave up on that freshman year), nothing. I kind of don't even want to bother applying to the JPII Institute. It'll just end up being a waste of time, paper, and $50. And hope. Unfortunately I already wasted the $140 on the GRE (and might have to spend another $15 to get the scores sent to the right place, since I was confused when I took the test and sent them to the Catholic University of America, with whom the JPII Institute is somewhat connected but apparently they can't get my scores from CUA, so I sent an email to the GRE people to ask them if they could switch the place I wanted them to send the scores to, but I just realized they never replied. Why do people suck so badly at replying to emails? It's so frustrating. And I don't want to have to spend another $15 to get the scores sent to another place. If I'm allowed to pick four when I initially take the test, and then only use one at that time, shouldn't I get three more freebies?). The only thing I've ever really applied for and got were colleges. And given my grades and all that crap, the only college that was even somewhat of a question mark was here because everywhere else were pretty easy colleges to get into. And, honestly, I doubt I'd be accepted if I were applying for here now. I don't even really know how I got in the first time around. Man this is all making me be in such a bad mood. Not that it's hard, lately, to get me there. I just wish things would work out better.
But so far, they're not. And so far, I'm sucking it up in my Latin class. Apparently I'm only good at Latin I, but beyond that, my brain hits overload and can't remember or process the information.
Sorry to be so negative these days. I'm trying. Ok maybe I'm not really, but this is an easy outlet for me, so whatever.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Things never happen the way one hopes they will
I think I could use some prayers, guys. Things just seem to be continually not going the way I had hoped this semester. I mean, I love being here and all, but I did have some pretty high expectations about how some things would go. It's only been a week, I realize, but there have been more discouraging developments than uplifting ones. I know that God has a plan that I most certainly can't see, which I guess is good since what I can see doesn't look too promising, but it sure would be nice to have some idea of things. I guess that's the way it goes sometimes though. So I'm just kind of down at the moment, and could use some prayers and encouragement. Although, how anyone would encourage me is sort of beyond me, but you never know.
(And for the record, most of this has nothing to do with our decidedly less than stellar performance at football on Saturday. That sucked, especially since I was hoping against hope that this year, my senior year, my last year here as a student, we'd surprise everyone and be amazing. I still refuse to believe we're as bad as we looked on Saturday, but I don't really expect us to be much better than we were my freshman year. And we weren't great that year. But I still hope we'll be better than that.)
So...yeah. I don't know. Things are very much out of my control at the moment, things are very much up in the air, and very much not going the direction I wish they'd go, and I most certainly do not like it when that happens. But really, hopefully eventually everything will end up going an even better direction, one I can't see at the moment. God's in charge, and I know that, but...it's still hard. Especially when it seems like all my prayers are going very much unheard, and none are being answered the way I want them too. Not even small ones. Aside from the occasional request to St. Anthony, which surprisingly always seem to be fruitful. But finding a seemingly lost shirt isn't quite the same as finally managing to get my life in some semblance of order.
I have yet to go to daily Mass here. I have also yet to work out. I know some basic excuses as to why this is, but I need to remedy both. Particularly the Mass part. My spiritual life has been somewhat nonexistent for too long now. And that's not good. (Of course, it's also not good to start going to daily Mass again expecting God suddenly to start granting all my prayer requests because hey look, God, I'm going to Mass when I don't have to! God doesn't owe me anything, whether I'm the worst sinner in the world or Mother Theresa. Sometimes I have a hard time accepting this, but it's true.)
Sigh.
(And then I remember something that makes me feel like a terrible person for considering my trials to be complaint-worthy. My little brother, who's supposed to be, you know, little, is being deployed to Iraq this week. I haven't really let it all settle in my head, so I can't really grasp what exactly that means. He's going to be gone for fifteen months. At least. My little brother is going to be a part of this God-awful war. I'm not really strong on either side of the war debate, but I don't like wars in general, and specifically when they involve my little brother. I also don't think we can just pull out our troops, because that would be bad. I just wish wars weren't ever necessary. But who doesn't wish that? So, if you're going to bother praying for me, prayers for my brother should probably take precedence. And for my family, my mom especially, because I don't think mothers particularly like sending their sons off to war. Over the years she's gone from having four annoying kids at home, to having one living nearby -- with two cute boys that will be good distractions, I'm sure -- one living an hour or two away, one away at college, and now one in Iraq. Can't be easy. So...yeah. I'm a selfish person whose problems really are mostly inconsequential, when you get down to it, and should realize that there are other people in the world with much bigger things to worry about.)
(And for the record, most of this has nothing to do with our decidedly less than stellar performance at football on Saturday. That sucked, especially since I was hoping against hope that this year, my senior year, my last year here as a student, we'd surprise everyone and be amazing. I still refuse to believe we're as bad as we looked on Saturday, but I don't really expect us to be much better than we were my freshman year. And we weren't great that year. But I still hope we'll be better than that.)
So...yeah. I don't know. Things are very much out of my control at the moment, things are very much up in the air, and very much not going the direction I wish they'd go, and I most certainly do not like it when that happens. But really, hopefully eventually everything will end up going an even better direction, one I can't see at the moment. God's in charge, and I know that, but...it's still hard. Especially when it seems like all my prayers are going very much unheard, and none are being answered the way I want them too. Not even small ones. Aside from the occasional request to St. Anthony, which surprisingly always seem to be fruitful. But finding a seemingly lost shirt isn't quite the same as finally managing to get my life in some semblance of order.
I have yet to go to daily Mass here. I have also yet to work out. I know some basic excuses as to why this is, but I need to remedy both. Particularly the Mass part. My spiritual life has been somewhat nonexistent for too long now. And that's not good. (Of course, it's also not good to start going to daily Mass again expecting God suddenly to start granting all my prayer requests because hey look, God, I'm going to Mass when I don't have to! God doesn't owe me anything, whether I'm the worst sinner in the world or Mother Theresa. Sometimes I have a hard time accepting this, but it's true.)
Sigh.
(And then I remember something that makes me feel like a terrible person for considering my trials to be complaint-worthy. My little brother, who's supposed to be, you know, little, is being deployed to Iraq this week. I haven't really let it all settle in my head, so I can't really grasp what exactly that means. He's going to be gone for fifteen months. At least. My little brother is going to be a part of this God-awful war. I'm not really strong on either side of the war debate, but I don't like wars in general, and specifically when they involve my little brother. I also don't think we can just pull out our troops, because that would be bad. I just wish wars weren't ever necessary. But who doesn't wish that? So, if you're going to bother praying for me, prayers for my brother should probably take precedence. And for my family, my mom especially, because I don't think mothers particularly like sending their sons off to war. Over the years she's gone from having four annoying kids at home, to having one living nearby -- with two cute boys that will be good distractions, I'm sure -- one living an hour or two away, one away at college, and now one in Iraq. Can't be easy. So...yeah. I'm a selfish person whose problems really are mostly inconsequential, when you get down to it, and should realize that there are other people in the world with much bigger things to worry about.)
Sunny side up
We all know that Michigan lost yesterday. (To a I-AA team. At home. When they were ranked #5 or so. Pretty much worst upset in college football history. Michigan sucks.)
But you know what else? The Red Sox won. Not a terribly stunning achievement, but they won 10-0 (against the Orioles, who aren't exactly the greatest team this year), and -- here's the really cool part -- it was a no-hitter. Thrown by a 23 year old rookie pitcher, in only his second major league start. If you go here and look under the "video" section, I think the first link is a thing to watch all of the outs. And today the Yankees lost to Tampa Bay. Who is the worst team in the AL East. Actually, I think they're the worst team right now in the entire MLB. Yankees lost 2 of 3 to them, too. (Red Sox won again today, by the way.)
So, that's pretty cool.
Oh, and my DVD player works. Turned it on today, pushed play, and hey, there's sound! So I don't know what was up with it on Friday.
And I discovered this weekend that the drink Purple Rain is good. As are Long Island Iced Teas. So, you know, that's cool.
But you know what else? The Red Sox won. Not a terribly stunning achievement, but they won 10-0 (against the Orioles, who aren't exactly the greatest team this year), and -- here's the really cool part -- it was a no-hitter. Thrown by a 23 year old rookie pitcher, in only his second major league start. If you go here and look under the "video" section, I think the first link is a thing to watch all of the outs. And today the Yankees lost to Tampa Bay. Who is the worst team in the AL East. Actually, I think they're the worst team right now in the entire MLB. Yankees lost 2 of 3 to them, too. (Red Sox won again today, by the way.)
So, that's pretty cool.
Oh, and my DVD player works. Turned it on today, pushed play, and hey, there's sound! So I don't know what was up with it on Friday.
And I discovered this weekend that the drink Purple Rain is good. As are Long Island Iced Teas. So, you know, that's cool.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
At least it wasn't Appalachian State
Well, that was pretty much the worst way we could have opened the season. I don't think I've attended (or even watched) a Notre Dame football game in which we didn't even score a touchdown. At least it wasn't 33-0, but 33-3 doesn't feel too great either. I screamed my lungs out (and now my voicebox is a bit strained, bruised, whatever -- I was screaming so much that I kept making myself gag. I was doing it last night at the pep rally, too. I have a ridiculous gag reflex), I did all I could, but alas, I do not have the power of being an O-lineman. That wasn't our only problem, obviously, but man, it would have been nice if we had had a line out there. I mean, apparently we did, but it sure didn't feel like it. It was sort of bizarre the whole game, it was like I was watching another Blue-Gold game, or a preseason game or something. It just didn't feel real. Maybe it's the fact that I'm not connected to any of the players anymore, since so many are new. (I do still love Carlson though, and he did a good job the few plays he got.) Man did I miss Brady and Samardzija though. But whatever. We lost. We might lose a lot this year. It sucks, but I won't say it's terribly surprising. We have like less than 20 seniors, 4th and 5th years, total on our team. So...I don't know.
The brightest spot of the game today, somewhat? When the announcer read off the final score of the Michigan-Appalachian State game. Remember, Michigan was ranked 5th pre-season. Appalachian State is like a D-1AA school. They beat Michigan 34-32. At least Georgia Tech is a good team, and we weren't expected to be good anyway. (It does kinda suck though that every year, our schedule is ridiculously top-heavy, like this year with something like 8 games in a row before our bye, and then four easy games including Duke and Air Force. Most big time places are smarter with their scheduling and have easier games mixed in, and play easier games for their openers. Really sucks for our guys that we don't, especially this year when they could have used an easier game to gel together since so many are new and whatnot.)
Sigh. Maybe I'll get drunk again tonight. Forget this travesty.
This year in general is certainly sucking it up more or less, and not just because of football today. Hopefully things will improve.
EDIT: Oh, and, I don't care how badly we are losing, it is never ok to leave the game early. People started leaving in droves shortly into the fourth quarter. I mean, come on. Give the guys some credit. It's never over until it's over, and even then, you have to stay for the Alma Mater if you're any kind of fan at all. Losing sucks, but we're still in this together. I won't ever give up on this team (and yes, that means that I still believe we can pull out a winning season even after this loss. Perhaps logic doesn't say we can, but my heart doesn't believe in logic).
The brightest spot of the game today, somewhat? When the announcer read off the final score of the Michigan-Appalachian State game. Remember, Michigan was ranked 5th pre-season. Appalachian State is like a D-1AA school. They beat Michigan 34-32. At least Georgia Tech is a good team, and we weren't expected to be good anyway. (It does kinda suck though that every year, our schedule is ridiculously top-heavy, like this year with something like 8 games in a row before our bye, and then four easy games including Duke and Air Force. Most big time places are smarter with their scheduling and have easier games mixed in, and play easier games for their openers. Really sucks for our guys that we don't, especially this year when they could have used an easier game to gel together since so many are new and whatnot.)
Sigh. Maybe I'll get drunk again tonight. Forget this travesty.
This year in general is certainly sucking it up more or less, and not just because of football today. Hopefully things will improve.
EDIT: Oh, and, I don't care how badly we are losing, it is never ok to leave the game early. People started leaving in droves shortly into the fourth quarter. I mean, come on. Give the guys some credit. It's never over until it's over, and even then, you have to stay for the Alma Mater if you're any kind of fan at all. Losing sucks, but we're still in this together. I won't ever give up on this team (and yes, that means that I still believe we can pull out a winning season even after this loss. Perhaps logic doesn't say we can, but my heart doesn't believe in logic).
Change in plans
So, things didn't go quite as I planned (I sadly didn't make it to Drummer's Circle tonight, because I decided that sticking around for Bethany's 21st birthday party was more important), so videos will have to wait until tomorrow or later. Which means I'll probably have even more, and awesome ones, to share, since it'll be after the game! woohooo!!! Right now though I really need some sleep. (Which means no Rudy. Sigh. Stupid DVD player. I'm really annoyed by that whole thing.)
Oh, except I have to post this, for anyone who happens to see this before/while the game's going on:
Awesome.
Oh, except I have to post this, for anyone who happens to see this before/while the game's going on:
Awesome.
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