Having realized that his statement seemed out of place, Quincy quickly formulated an explanation for why he said "I like your panties."

We are masters of circumloqution. I can't spell that word. Unless it's spelled like I have it over there. In which case I can.
Stuff. Okay.
We got our schedule for choral festival:
Friday, March 11, 2005
Madrigal - warm up: 3:15; perform: 3:30; sight reading: 3:45
Women's chorale - " 4:15; " 4:30; " 4:45
Men's chorale - " 5:15; " 5:30; " 5:45
First class - " 6:15; " 6:30; " 6:45
And I got word that I have been added to the madrigal group. Initially the altos in there were Sarah, Jessica, Janelle, and Libba. Now it's me, Libba, and Sarah. This is probably thanks in part to Brandon's list of grievances. Unfortunately he didn't make the group this time around. Lots of politics surrounding this group, though. Everyone in madrigal falls into one or more of these categories:
- seniority - Dustin and I have been working with Mrs. Redding for three years, Lauren, Carmen, Libba, Sarah, and Kevin have been for four.
- blend - the people in the four voice parts have similar tone and style
- talent - everyone made All Northwest and, I believe, All State
- work ethic, attitude, and reliability - this is probably the main factor that put me in and Janelle out. Everyone in the group gets along well with the others, and we have all shown that we take this competition seriously. Janelle is habitually tardy - to class, performances, auditions, even to an All Northwest rehearsal, which disqualified her from trying out for All State.
So I've gotta brush up on that music. Whee.
This is Pam's last weekend in J-Town. It's gonna be weird without her. We've gone out to Starbuck's or Bubba's more times than I care to think about over the past two years. So, as is my custom, I'm mixing a CD for her. And, of course, it's gotta end with the Hampster Dance. Whee! Hampster Dance!

"..." (Yes, I probably lost the burping game)

Well, since everyone else seems to be on an "I'm leaving and my life will never be the same again" spiel, I figured I'd hop on the bandwagon.
Yes, I'll miss the GWC terribly, even though I only see you guys on major holidays and weekends (except Adri and maybe Greg who are at the choral competitions and whatnot). I'll miss working out via the DDR pad with the girls in their t-shirts and pajama pants (no flirty langerie <--*I can't spell*, guys...sorry!). I'll miss eating all manner of sweets and it doesn't matter because it's a party. I'll miss stopping Jenn or Heather mid-sentence with the infamous "wait, I missed something" and then proceed to have them backtrack and tell their entire story again.
I'll miss giggling at the other girls who sniff Taylor's man-perfume. Taylor, you may smell nice, but I'm too smart to inhale your essence. It causes temporary insanity, and I can't afford to lose any of mine, even for a few seconds.
I'll miss threatening the guys with physical violence if they come too close or make statements that are too off-color. Mainly when they refer to female anatomy.
I'm not sure I'll miss Greg's mini-tyrades so much. But I will miss having another person who likes Project Runway.
I'll miss the creepy Drew look. I won't miss the nudity. Nude soup!
I'll miss standing on my toes to give Adri a hug. Kitty? Where?
I'll miss finding new music for Whit to listen to. I'll miss Winston, who doesn't like anyone, but can tolerate me. I guess because I have a crotchity dog, too. And I'll miss sitting around the morning after a party. On the counters. Or jumping on the trampoline.
I'll miss showing up at Heather's house randomly and everyone's fine with that as long as I remember that I do have my own home. Eventually. I'll miss getting high off of Heather's room. I'll miss hearing subliminal messages from Riki. And the way she can't make a verbal distinction between "tiles" and "towels."
I'll miss howling with Jenn and trading art critiques. Moose!
I'll miss being psychoanalyzed by Miki and hearing about college. I'll BE in college!
I'll miss going to football games for the sole purpose of walking around and talking to my weird friends.
I'll miss going to Bubba's Bagels and getting a muffin. I've only eaten a bagel there once. Otherwise I take one home to eat for breakfast the next day.
I'll miss doing really immature things with my friends and then recounting some of the events to other friends whose eyes have grown steadily wider since the streaking incident. I'll never be able to look at a can of whipped cream again without laughing.
I'll miss losing the burping game. No, I lied. Halleluia! No more burping game!
Okay, you guys have had a lot of room so far. I've gotta get to the rest of Jackson.
I'll miss my family. Almost all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins, and all of my surviving grandparents and my great-grandmother are all located in the Jackson area.
I'll miss Mr. Lee. He's been almost like another father figure. As if I needed any more! For the past four years he has been a great source of encouragement and inspiration.
I'll miss Becca Poe, Becca T, Sarah Johnson, Nicole, Sarah Newman, Jessica Ashley, Katie Freeman, Ali, Kelley, Danny, Libba, Dustin, Kevin, Andrew Nelson, Judson, Rob, Beau, Lauren Lovelace, Jeremy Brown, Andrew (Billy) Tillman, Quincy, Keaton, Francis, Mallory Melton, Leigh, Carmen, Robbie Wright, Hannah Phillips, and the crows at Madison.
I'll miss eating doughnuts in calculus and harassing Sarah Newman and Jessica over the Mu Alpha Theta scrapbook.
I'll miss watching the yearbook staff and the Academic Decathlon team spiral into insanity as deadlines and competitions draw closer.
I'll miss ignoring the morning announcements and hearing Mr. Scott complain about the intercom system.
I'll miss giving Pam obvious answers to questions such as "what are you doing?" Have fun in Hartford, Kentucky, and then at seminary.
I'll miss Dave and Hailey Jackson. And I'll be missing out on watching them navigate the waters of first time parenthood. Good luck, guys.
I'll miss chasing Pookie around the back yard while Lucille stands in the way. Why she's so difficult to convince to come inside at night, I'll never know.
I'll miss the quaint way my school is disintigrating.
I WON'T miss waking up in time to drop my brother off at school and be in class by 7:15.
I might miss seeing the sunrise. If I do, I'll have someone record it for me so I can see it later.
I will miss bubble baths. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hopefully I'll be able to find some new friends that are either similar to you guys, or interesting enough that I'm constantly distracted and not stuck reminiscing on the strangely entertaining times that were.
*Cheers*

You look like a doily.

Over the past few weeks I've been watching Project Runway (pretty faithfully, I might add). It's a pretty cool show. One of the designers is especially colorful - Austin Scarlett. The name alone gives his personality away. He's the kind of guy that you would definitely want to design your prom or wedding dress. Loves the elegant lines and whatnot. Anyway...in an episode from a couple of weeks ago, another designer's model never showed up for the runway segment of the show, so Austin, being of a rather similar physical structure to the female models, is called upon to wear the clothes. And it worked freakishly well.
At the reunion show he showed up in a three-cornered hat and a cape. Someone mentioned that they thought he was a vampire from the late Renaissance or something. I'd tend to agree...
So that's a cool show. Complete with fashion designers trying to kill each other.
Other cool shows include Mythbusters and Monk.
Disproving urban legends with scientific know-how and gadgetry.
And solving murders despite almost every phobia known to man.
In other news, we got to see what the men's chorus uniforms are going to look like. Uthe modeled the vest and jacket (with tails!!!) Wednesday or Thursday.
We likes tails.

Yes, we are saying that some types of infinity are bigger than others.

G'day all. I hope everyone had a lovely holiday. I personally enjoyed staying home and eating Chef Boyardee ravioli while doing my homework all night. Seriously. I got more Valentine's cards from the Mississippi State sororities than from people I actually know. This is the one holiday when I can completely sympathize with Charlie Brown.
Stupid Valentine's Day.
Instead I get to celebrate another round of paperwork. Woo and yay.
Things like housing applications for MSU and more National Merit stuff.
And possibly legally changing my last name. Because I figure that'd be easier than having to tell people to stick the last E in my last name. I mean, if they'd never met me before and didn't have mounds of paper with my signature emblazoned all over the place, that would be excusable. However this usually isn't the case.
So a good portion of the world is on my bad list for the day.
Stay away unless you're bringing tribute.

BUFON!!

Little goes on of any great importance, but as long as you're here I might as well tell you about the past week.
The review for Phantom is up at CyHigh. Whee.
My butt was saved from not being admitted to MSU by my test scores. Something about them not getting my transcript or the admission fee.
Clemson has set up a little email address for me already. So cute! And I'm in the middle of housing and financial aid applications.
On Friday I spent the last part of the school day running around the outskirts of the ghetto with Mallory Melton and our cameras. She was taking pictures of the homecoming parade (albeit homecoming was back in January, just rescheduled due to inclement weather) for the yearbook, and I was working on a photo gallery for CyHigh. Plus we were wearing sombreros to help support the Spanish Club. Plenty of exercise...
And for our female readers (I'm assuming this is everyone...) the Chorus class has managed to acquire a student teacher from Union. We shall call him Uthe (YOUTH-ee). Not a bad looking guy, I must say - not especially tall, but in good shape, dark brown hair, and a good sense of style. And he's actually sticking around for a while. Hoolay.
And the Spanish 4 class has managed to prove that we can take anything and with the right spin make it absolutely hilarious. Quincy hasn't stopped laughing yet.

The pineapple is the legendary symbol of hospitality.

UTM is behind me. Strangely, we spent a good deal of time in limbo somewhere between there and Union City. And I saw five hawks during the those two days. I like hawks a little too much.
Libba did an excellent squirrel imitation. Four of us were walking down the highway toward Long John Silver's for supper Friday night, and when we tried to cross this little road, a car came zooming by, and Libba turns about halfway across and scurries back to the side. But we learned that you're asking for trouble when you make jokes about eating Nemo and then run back down the highway to the hotel. Mm hmm. Food poisoning or something. I spent a little time after the Montage concert paying homage to the porcelain god.
Bleh.
But yeah, I came home Saturday afternoon and crashed after saying woo and yay to getting the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack and The Village.
Sunday was spent taking care of Squirt, who seemed to have an ailment not unlike the one I'd experienced Friday. And when I wasn't doing that there was homework. Yech.
However I did get a chance to break away and go see Phantom again. I'm obsessed, it would seem.
But instead of having to turn in my History homework (stayed up much later than I'd prefer finishing it) Monday, we got off onto Thomas Malthus's theory regarding population. And tomorrow we discuss our views over doughnuts and other breakfast finger foods. In case you were wondering, I'm of the opinion that Malthus had a good idea, but it just doesn't work in all instances. Miki, feel free to do some research and discuss. I feel I've already trounced my classmates - my opponent abandoned her stance.
I'm off to browse Goodwill!