It's rant time again!
Since I came home the doom of the public school arts programs has been looming over the horizon. If you aren't keeping up with the info, here's a sample of the cuts our dear friend Roy Weaver is proposing:
Five guidance counselors (there are 5 high schools)
Academic Decathlon travel and supplement funds ($13,000 spread over five schools, each with 9 team members and an advisor, plus alternates)
Nine elementary and intermediate music teachers
Nine elementary and intermediate art teachers
Two intermediate band teachers
High school and middle school sports, band, and chorus supplements ($654,000)
Fourteen elementary PE teachers
Four middle school band teachers
Four middle school chorus teachers
Four middle school art teachers
Tomorrow morning, the county commission is having a meeting at the Ag Center at 8:30. I am making an effort to contact as many people as I can to show up in support of the programs that will either suffer or be eliminated as a result of these cuts.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Love in a cardboard tub and other things...
Firstly, huge congrats to Sarah for getting engaged to Zach (Zack? Zac? ... ) in a cornfield yesterday. Best wishes to you two, but don't have too many babies right away, okay?
Of somewhat less importance, orientation was Monday and Tuesday. I feel orientated. Got my schedule put together and my books ordered. Plus I saw a mock-up of my dorm room. Spiffy. Private bathroom with a VERY private toilet. Don't know why it's necessary to have a room just for the can in a dorm, but it's there.
So for the rest of the summer I'll be bumming around J-Town. Not too much to do for the next month.
Okay, byebye.
Of somewhat less importance, orientation was Monday and Tuesday. I feel orientated. Got my schedule put together and my books ordered. Plus I saw a mock-up of my dorm room. Spiffy. Private bathroom with a VERY private toilet. Don't know why it's necessary to have a room just for the can in a dorm, but it's there.
So for the rest of the summer I'll be bumming around J-Town. Not too much to do for the next month.
Okay, byebye.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Mmm...Perry!
Hello, all. I have returned and it's a little weird being in a house again.
Had a good time in Copperhill, despite the heat, bugs, and al fresco showers (include in that "one temperature: cold").
Things like the biggest slip 'n' slide I've ever seen, a monster of a rock wall, a horse named Alfalfa, and watching my sister "rough it" were pretty good distractions.
Then it was off to MSU for a week. It's amazing how long a bunch of 16- to 18-year olds can keep themselves occupied with box cutters, sheets of cardboard, and "as much glue as you can drink."
I might have even established a routine for myself. Breakfast at the bakery, lectures, projects, lunch at Perry Cafeteria, more studio, supper at the student union, possibly more studio, dorm.
Berk will probably turn a lot of people into hippies, and those of us who already have some hippie-esque traits will come out as full-fledged eastern philosophy/nature freaks.
If you can't design around the tree, at least do something useful and beautiful with it.
Down with ranchburgers!
Had a good time in Copperhill, despite the heat, bugs, and al fresco showers (include in that "one temperature: cold").
Things like the biggest slip 'n' slide I've ever seen, a monster of a rock wall, a horse named Alfalfa, and watching my sister "rough it" were pretty good distractions.
Then it was off to MSU for a week. It's amazing how long a bunch of 16- to 18-year olds can keep themselves occupied with box cutters, sheets of cardboard, and "as much glue as you can drink."
I might have even established a routine for myself. Breakfast at the bakery, lectures, projects, lunch at Perry Cafeteria, more studio, supper at the student union, possibly more studio, dorm.
Berk will probably turn a lot of people into hippies, and those of us who already have some hippie-esque traits will come out as full-fledged eastern philosophy/nature freaks.
If you can't design around the tree, at least do something useful and beautiful with it.
Down with ranchburgers!
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Paquito Taquito
'Lo GWC-ers (and anyone else who might stuble across this).
Just a quick little blurb before I leave.
I'm looking forward to some interesting experiences (Becca Poe in camo, Shine-Shine with a paintball gun, etc.), but I will miss you guys and my sweet little doggies.
*snork*
There's a magazine on my parents bed - Living with Teenagers: the College Issue (Secrets of Letting Go; How to Avoid the Freshman 15; 3 Financial Skills Your College Student MUST HAVE).
Well, I'm curious. I'll find out what these magazine-writer types think about sending us poor little birds out of the nest into the big mean world of college. Frankly, my parents are gonna have more adjustment than me, because now they have to wake up and drive people to school at 6:45 in the morning. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Anyway, I'll see you guys in about two weeks. :)
Byebye.
Just a quick little blurb before I leave.
I'm looking forward to some interesting experiences (Becca Poe in camo, Shine-Shine with a paintball gun, etc.), but I will miss you guys and my sweet little doggies.
*snork*
There's a magazine on my parents bed - Living with Teenagers: the College Issue (Secrets of Letting Go; How to Avoid the Freshman 15; 3 Financial Skills Your College Student MUST HAVE).
Well, I'm curious. I'll find out what these magazine-writer types think about sending us poor little birds out of the nest into the big mean world of college. Frankly, my parents are gonna have more adjustment than me, because now they have to wake up and drive people to school at 6:45 in the morning. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Anyway, I'll see you guys in about two weeks. :)
Byebye.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Sucksville.
Right, so I got Coldplay's new album (*love*) and it's lovely and woo and yay. And I was in a good mood.
Then today I find out that they'll be in Nashville in September.
ON A DAY WHEN I COULD FEASIBLY GO.
Only to find out that general admission tickets are $70.
*weeps*
Why must you mock me?!
Then today I find out that they'll be in Nashville in September.
ON A DAY WHEN I COULD FEASIBLY GO.
Only to find out that general admission tickets are $70.
*weeps*
Why must you mock me?!
Friday, June 03, 2005
Huzzah!!!
I am proud to announce that I have received my diploma, as issued by the State of Tennessee Board of Education. That's right, I'm happy to have something with Roy Weaver's name on it.
Helen was sober, nobody tripped, and we managed not to break down and start bawling when we were singing.
Hoolay!
Well, I'm gonna go wash off my makeup and get into some summer clothes.
Helen was sober, nobody tripped, and we managed not to break down and start bawling when we were singing.
Hoolay!
Well, I'm gonna go wash off my makeup and get into some summer clothes.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Hey...I get to do this again when I get married!
I have kitchen stuff! *bounce*
You guys seriously have to go shopping for plates and flatware and crap. It's a rush. But yeah, I got large and small plates, cute little soup bowls, mix 'n' match glasses, and four settings of flatware that reminds me a little of Whit's. But you can't eat cereal with these forks...the prongs are longer. Might go back for a couple of mugs...
So yeah, I've got that, and my mom gave me this funky can opener and salt and pepper shakers.
And I've picked my color scheme accordingly. Lots of blue and yellow and green with splashes of orange and red. So basically everything but purple. It feels left out... Poor purple...
Whatever.
Mr. Scott also gave me a plant grown from a cutting of the one he's had since JCM. It has heard equal amounts of profanity and profundity. I will call it Aloysius.
:)
I'm such a nerd.
You guys seriously have to go shopping for plates and flatware and crap. It's a rush. But yeah, I got large and small plates, cute little soup bowls, mix 'n' match glasses, and four settings of flatware that reminds me a little of Whit's. But you can't eat cereal with these forks...the prongs are longer. Might go back for a couple of mugs...
So yeah, I've got that, and my mom gave me this funky can opener and salt and pepper shakers.
And I've picked my color scheme accordingly. Lots of blue and yellow and green with splashes of orange and red. So basically everything but purple. It feels left out... Poor purple...
Whatever.
Mr. Scott also gave me a plant grown from a cutting of the one he's had since JCM. It has heard equal amounts of profanity and profundity. I will call it Aloysius.
:)
I'm such a nerd.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Occupation: bum.
Officially done with high school. Took Helen's exam despite the excessive noise of the underclassmen composing rap about the importance of staying in school. The smell of college is in the air. Woo for dorm assignments!
It looks like I'll be getting my own room (perhaps I'm too quirky for them to match me up with a decent roommate) in the brand new co-res Ruby Hall, located only a short walk from everywhere I would go on a typical day.
So yay and rah and give me my diploma already!
It looks like I'll be getting my own room (perhaps I'm too quirky for them to match me up with a decent roommate) in the brand new co-res Ruby Hall, located only a short walk from everywhere I would go on a typical day.
So yay and rah and give me my diploma already!
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Fin.
Wow. I'm done. Or at least close enough to say I am.
Just have to come back for Helen's exam.
Why am I taking an exam in chorus? Because I missed the Beta Club initiation to take care of two sick people in my house.
Screw it.
So I'm waking up at 10 tomorrow morning to do basic theory and get a good exam grade.
But tonight I ... don't know what I'm gonna do.
Later I shall publish a list of memorable happenings and whatnot.
Later that evening
Friday was the end of the year party during chorus. This means two things: food and speeches.
This year's group was made up of almost one half seniors, so the underclassmen spent plenty of time expressing their gratitude for a great year and our wonderful guidance.
But by the time Kevin was done with his speech, there wasn't a dry eye in the room. We're seriously wondering if we'll be able to get through our songs at graduation without bawling.
Fortunately the jell-o cheered us up a little.
Just have to come back for Helen's exam.
Why am I taking an exam in chorus? Because I missed the Beta Club initiation to take care of two sick people in my house.
Screw it.
So I'm waking up at 10 tomorrow morning to do basic theory and get a good exam grade.
But tonight I ... don't know what I'm gonna do.
Later I shall publish a list of memorable happenings and whatnot.
Later that evening
Friday was the end of the year party during chorus. This means two things: food and speeches.
This year's group was made up of almost one half seniors, so the underclassmen spent plenty of time expressing their gratitude for a great year and our wonderful guidance.
But by the time Kevin was done with his speech, there wasn't a dry eye in the room. We're seriously wondering if we'll be able to get through our songs at graduation without bawling.
Fortunately the jell-o cheered us up a little.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Tierra!
Short post, but there are picture links, so shut up.
Worked until after 4 Thursday in the heat and paint fumes, then spent Friday herding elementary school kids around and sweating, as I started the day off with a high-energy dance set and the air conditioning isn't all that great.
http://www.geocities.com/nine_am_band/513discovery.jpg
And Saturday was the prom. I went to Sakura with Danny and Becca and entertained them with my ineptitude with chopsticks. But I was sparkly, so whatever.
http://www.geocities.com/nine_am_band/Prom05mmandbp.jpg
And Sarah was working that night!
Worked until after 4 Thursday in the heat and paint fumes, then spent Friday herding elementary school kids around and sweating, as I started the day off with a high-energy dance set and the air conditioning isn't all that great.
http://www.geocities.com/nine_am_band/513discovery.jpg
And Saturday was the prom. I went to Sakura with Danny and Becca and entertained them with my ineptitude with chopsticks. But I was sparkly, so whatever.
http://www.geocities.com/nine_am_band/Prom05mmandbp.jpg
And Sarah was working that night!
Thursday, May 05, 2005
How do you say "flirt" in Spanish?
Lo siento a los pobres quienes tuvieron que tomar el << AP >>.
Fuimos a Los Portales para el almuerzo hoy. Cinco de Mayo.
Enough Spanish. I've been watching my "Phantom of the Opera" DVD since Tuesday. :)
Happiness. Sexy Gerry... *drool*
Hehehe... Much fun at Los Portales. Robbie had just finished the AP English test, so her mind wasn't in Spanish mode. Quincy earned a new nickname: El de la foquita. He wore his anti-seal-clubbing shirt. And Catie got hit on by the waiter. I suggested that we take a fieldtrip every week...and the seniors' last three days.
And we learned a couple of new phrases. One involves mice eating one's tongue. *shudder*
And the other is something we can't say at school. No.
14 days.
Fuimos a Los Portales para el almuerzo hoy. Cinco de Mayo.
Enough Spanish. I've been watching my "Phantom of the Opera" DVD since Tuesday. :)
Happiness. Sexy Gerry... *drool*
Hehehe... Much fun at Los Portales. Robbie had just finished the AP English test, so her mind wasn't in Spanish mode. Quincy earned a new nickname: El de la foquita. He wore his anti-seal-clubbing shirt. And Catie got hit on by the waiter. I suggested that we take a fieldtrip every week...and the seniors' last three days.
And we learned a couple of new phrases. One involves mice eating one's tongue. *shudder*
And the other is something we can't say at school. No.
14 days.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Quizzes and crap.
Your Linguistic Profile: |
75% General American English |
20% Dixie |
5% Yankee |
0% Midwestern |
0% Upper Midwestern |
Your #1 Match: ISTJ |
The Duty Fulfiller You are responsible, reliable, and hardworking - you get the job done. You prefer productive hobbies, like woodworking or knittings. Quiet and serious, you are well prepared for whatever life hands you. Conservative and down-to-earth, you hardly ever do anything crazy. You would make a great business executive, accountant, or lawyer. |
Your #2 Match: ISTP |
The Mechanic You are calm and collected, even in the most difficult of situations. A person of action and self-direction, you love being independent. To outsiders yous eem impulsive, surprising, and unpredictable. You are good at understanding how all things work, except for people. You would make an excellent pilot, forensic pathologist, or athlete. |
Your #3 Match: INTJ |
The Scientist You have a head for ideas - and you are good at improving systems. Logical and strategic, you prefer for everything in your life to be organized. You tend to be a bit skeptical. You're both critical of yourself and of others. Independent and stubborn, you tend to only befriend those who are a lot like you. You would make an excellent scientist, engineer, or programmer. |
Your #4 Match: INTP |
The Thinker You are analytical and logical - and on a quest to learn everything you can. Smart and complex, you always love a new intellectual challenge. Your biggest pet peeve is people who slow you down with trivial chit chat. A quiet maverick, you tend to ignore rules and authority whenever you feel like it. You would make an excellent mathematician, programmer, or professor. |
Your #5 Match: ISFJ |
The Nurturer You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal. A good listener, you excell at helping others in practical ways. In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music. You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for. You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist. |
Your Japanese Name Is... |
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Sunday, April 17, 2005
The post that took two weeks to finish.
I have returned from Nashville! Like...a week ago...
Haven't been there in a while. But this time I was traveling on foot with a bunch of other chorus people (and a few from the band, but they kept to themselves for the most part). Too much construction going on! It was a nightmare trying to get around!
I roomed with Sarah Johnson, Carmen, and Libba. The band girls were in the adjacent room and the guys were down the hall. Helen and Mrs. Warren got the cushy room with the couch. Bah.
Our first day there we settled in, ate dinner at Joe's Crab Shack, where we were fascinated by the TV coverage of a college gymnastics event (all male), then met Helen at the Renaissance to pick up our nametags and whatnot so we could go to rehearsal. Hehe, we had some time to kill so we rode the elevator to the top floor. Judson just had to get off, and the doors closed. He called to yell at us on the way down. We're easliy amused.
The women's group was practicing in the sanctuary at the McKendree Methodist Church. Being the aspiring architect, I was being all ADD and staring around at the dome and the stained glass windows whenever I wasn't engaged in singing. Our conductor was a Canadian, which explains all the French songs.
After the first night's rehearsal, we met up with Hicks and went to the Hard Rock Cafe for drinks and dessert. After we'd left, Hicks proudly displayed his prize of the night: a menu to add to his collection of stolen restaurant paraphanalia. Laughter ensued. While we were walking back to the hotel (careful to avoid Printer's Alley, unlike the poor band girls) we ran into a few homeless people handing out flowers they'd picked from various gardens in the area. We were all tired from walking when we got back to the hotel, so we crashed pretty soon.
The next morning we went in search of breakfast and found a little cafe called Maggie's (or something to that tune). It's a lot like Pappy's in Milan, but with breakfast. Quick, cheap, everything you could want for a budget of two bucks. Then to rehearsal! More French, woo! And Greek food for lunch! And more rehearsal!
The women got out more than an hour early, so Libba and I wandered back over to the hotel where we hung out for a little while in Helen and Mrs. Warren's room. It was all giggles and smiles for Helen.
It was during this time that I called my mom regarding a message she'd left that afternoon. Something about an extension of my scholarship and whether she needed to water my violets or not. I asked her if she'd heard anything about the JCM march, but she was still relatively clueless.
Libba and I left around 9 to meet everyone at the Renaissance. On the elevator we met a girl who was in the group from Union that was attending the workshops. "Do you know Brennan?" "Uthe?!"
We were shocked to see Uthe in a short-sleeved shirt and NO TIE. *gasp*
And it was about this time that Libba's bra broke.
Off to Demo's. Tab's on Helen!
There were some jokes made toward Libba about the "Short, party of ten" announcement.
So we all ate really well, and Kevin and Libba decided to follow in the footsteps of dear Hicks, so they smuggled out a menu.
It was at this point that our decision-making skills slipped a little. It was about 10:35 and curfew was at 11. Only we figured that since Helen had just been with us we could go out for ice cream and be a little late. So off we went (WITH Uthe, so it's not like we were unsupervised). Passed a club, made a joke with Uthe since we were the only people old enough to get in, found the ice cream shop and proceeded to bum around. Brandon called Libba's phone a few minutes later. We had four minutes to be in our rooms. Yikes! Carmen, Libba, Judson, Uthe and I sprinted out of there, perplexing Melody, Sarah and Kevin, who were in line getting their orders. We were going pretty fast until Uthe broke off to go back to his hotel, but afterward we were running like a mofo, dodging drunk girls coming out of a parking garage, jaywalking, only not going up the scary alley because we would die.
Through the revolving door, up the elevator, around the corner...STOP! There was Helen, waiting for us like a watchdog. Judson ducked into the little room with the ice machine.
"Do you know what time it is?" We just stood there trying to catch our breath. "11:02..." Libba said.
"Where is Kevin?" Not "Where are the others," just Kevin.
We went back to our room and called the others. Still at the ice cream shop. They started running back, Melody was crying when Sarah and Kevin made her run through the scary alley.
We thought they were dead when they finally got back and Helen pulled them into her room. Initially we thought we could act like nothing happened...she probably wouldn't remember a thing the next morning...but there was one hitch: Mrs. Warren.
But strangely enough, it was her suggestion that saved us from any real punishment.
So much for the call Judson made to Melody's room. "Good morning, Madison. The following students have community service: Lane Norton, Hayne Hazelhurst, Zach Livelli, Melody Dale, Kevin Isbell, Sarah Johnson, Meredith Matheney, Carmen Wagster, Libba Walker, and Judson Wood..."
Haven't been there in a while. But this time I was traveling on foot with a bunch of other chorus people (and a few from the band, but they kept to themselves for the most part). Too much construction going on! It was a nightmare trying to get around!
I roomed with Sarah Johnson, Carmen, and Libba. The band girls were in the adjacent room and the guys were down the hall. Helen and Mrs. Warren got the cushy room with the couch. Bah.
Our first day there we settled in, ate dinner at Joe's Crab Shack, where we were fascinated by the TV coverage of a college gymnastics event (all male), then met Helen at the Renaissance to pick up our nametags and whatnot so we could go to rehearsal. Hehe, we had some time to kill so we rode the elevator to the top floor. Judson just had to get off, and the doors closed. He called to yell at us on the way down. We're easliy amused.
The women's group was practicing in the sanctuary at the McKendree Methodist Church. Being the aspiring architect, I was being all ADD and staring around at the dome and the stained glass windows whenever I wasn't engaged in singing. Our conductor was a Canadian, which explains all the French songs.
After the first night's rehearsal, we met up with Hicks and went to the Hard Rock Cafe for drinks and dessert. After we'd left, Hicks proudly displayed his prize of the night: a menu to add to his collection of stolen restaurant paraphanalia. Laughter ensued. While we were walking back to the hotel (careful to avoid Printer's Alley, unlike the poor band girls) we ran into a few homeless people handing out flowers they'd picked from various gardens in the area. We were all tired from walking when we got back to the hotel, so we crashed pretty soon.
The next morning we went in search of breakfast and found a little cafe called Maggie's (or something to that tune). It's a lot like Pappy's in Milan, but with breakfast. Quick, cheap, everything you could want for a budget of two bucks. Then to rehearsal! More French, woo! And Greek food for lunch! And more rehearsal!
The women got out more than an hour early, so Libba and I wandered back over to the hotel where we hung out for a little while in Helen and Mrs. Warren's room. It was all giggles and smiles for Helen.
It was during this time that I called my mom regarding a message she'd left that afternoon. Something about an extension of my scholarship and whether she needed to water my violets or not. I asked her if she'd heard anything about the JCM march, but she was still relatively clueless.
Libba and I left around 9 to meet everyone at the Renaissance. On the elevator we met a girl who was in the group from Union that was attending the workshops. "Do you know Brennan?" "Uthe?!"
We were shocked to see Uthe in a short-sleeved shirt and NO TIE. *gasp*
And it was about this time that Libba's bra broke.
Off to Demo's. Tab's on Helen!
There were some jokes made toward Libba about the "Short, party of ten" announcement.
So we all ate really well, and Kevin and Libba decided to follow in the footsteps of dear Hicks, so they smuggled out a menu.
It was at this point that our decision-making skills slipped a little. It was about 10:35 and curfew was at 11. Only we figured that since Helen had just been with us we could go out for ice cream and be a little late. So off we went (WITH Uthe, so it's not like we were unsupervised). Passed a club, made a joke with Uthe since we were the only people old enough to get in, found the ice cream shop and proceeded to bum around. Brandon called Libba's phone a few minutes later. We had four minutes to be in our rooms. Yikes! Carmen, Libba, Judson, Uthe and I sprinted out of there, perplexing Melody, Sarah and Kevin, who were in line getting their orders. We were going pretty fast until Uthe broke off to go back to his hotel, but afterward we were running like a mofo, dodging drunk girls coming out of a parking garage, jaywalking, only not going up the scary alley because we would die.
Through the revolving door, up the elevator, around the corner...STOP! There was Helen, waiting for us like a watchdog. Judson ducked into the little room with the ice machine.
"Do you know what time it is?" We just stood there trying to catch our breath. "11:02..." Libba said.
"Where is Kevin?" Not "Where are the others," just Kevin.
We went back to our room and called the others. Still at the ice cream shop. They started running back, Melody was crying when Sarah and Kevin made her run through the scary alley.
We thought they were dead when they finally got back and Helen pulled them into her room. Initially we thought we could act like nothing happened...she probably wouldn't remember a thing the next morning...but there was one hitch: Mrs. Warren.
But strangely enough, it was her suggestion that saved us from any real punishment.
So much for the call Judson made to Melody's room. "Good morning, Madison. The following students have community service: Lane Norton, Hayne Hazelhurst, Zach Livelli, Melody Dale, Kevin Isbell, Sarah Johnson, Meredith Matheney, Carmen Wagster, Libba Walker, and Judson Wood..."
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Cookie Monster making healthy food choices... *sigh* ... What's this world coming to?
Hey guys, guess what? I found out that Phantom is coming out on DVD May 3rd! Yay!
*insert jumping/squealing/yay-rah-ing break here*
And we found out yesterday that Danny Song went to a Spice Girls concert when he lived in Canada. Who knew?
I found three four-leaf (-leaved?) clovers today. Fun. And two of the little mutants were the domestic variety.
Packing for Nashville. Need snacks. Got clothes. Need to clean shoes...
So naturally it was time to blog.
I ramble. Meh...
Party at the Courtyard Marriot!
*insert jumping/squealing/yay-rah-ing break here*
And we found out yesterday that Danny Song went to a Spice Girls concert when he lived in Canada. Who knew?
I found three four-leaf (-leaved?) clovers today. Fun. And two of the little mutants were the domestic variety.
Packing for Nashville. Need snacks. Got clothes. Need to clean shoes...
So naturally it was time to blog.
I ramble. Meh...
Party at the Courtyard Marriot!
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Nicole saw Spider-man at Best Buy today.
I'm not kidding, either.
Happy Birthday to Jenn (yesterday) and Becca T. (in case I don't remember on the 14th). I'm probably going to be full from the Cajun food and birthday cake until sometime tomorrow afternoon.
Anyway, today I went to the mall looking for a bra. Found nothing at JC Penney in my size, alas, so I had to go to Victoria's Secret. Went in for one thing, came out with six. Typical. But I was gonna need some more skivvies for my long absence this summer. Right. So I'm going to check out and I'm behind some elderly Menonite ladies. Complete with matching homemade dresses, aprons, and those little white caps. I just think it's funny...I know everyone has to buy their undies from somewhere, but these two ladies amidst the butt floss? Hehe...
I'm leaving now. It's almost late-ish.
Happy Birthday to Jenn (yesterday) and Becca T. (in case I don't remember on the 14th). I'm probably going to be full from the Cajun food and birthday cake until sometime tomorrow afternoon.
Anyway, today I went to the mall looking for a bra. Found nothing at JC Penney in my size, alas, so I had to go to Victoria's Secret. Went in for one thing, came out with six. Typical. But I was gonna need some more skivvies for my long absence this summer. Right. So I'm going to check out and I'm behind some elderly Menonite ladies. Complete with matching homemade dresses, aprons, and those little white caps. I just think it's funny...I know everyone has to buy their undies from somewhere, but these two ladies amidst the butt floss? Hehe...
I'm leaving now. It's almost late-ish.
If I was actually wearing socks, they'd be totally rocked by now.
We really don't do our best work on short notice. Or in the rain, either, once I think about it.
So Friday was Arbor Day. Mm hmm. The madrigal group had to go sing for the Madison/JCM Arbor Day assembly. We found this out Thursday. No time to come up with a fitting tree song.
Friday rolls around and we can see straight away that this was going downhill fast. Lauren was wearing sorts like something stupid, Brandon and Rob were late, Brandon didn't have his chorus shirt, and Jeremy never showed up! Smart Jeremy...
We crossed the line in the cold mist, shivering because we didn't have substantial protective clothing. In the time before this thing began we had enough time to observe how much our parking lot looked like USJ's compared to JCM's. And to notice that some guy was wearing a wooden bow tie. And that those weren't trees, they were shrubs!
Some JCM students finally arrived and the program started with a proclamation about something to do with trees and Arbor Day. Don't ask me what, I was cold and my brain had shut off. Then a girl read a poem about being a tree. But she did it in the Mad Black Woman voice.
We were on after that. We started off okay, but somewhere around the end of verse one Helen started laughing, and when the director starts laughing there's no hope of getting very far. So we stopped and started again. Same thing. I have no idea what was so funny, but it was apparently hilarious. We stopped again. And picked up somewhere in the middle of the song. We made it through without any more mass giggling, but as soon as we finished we tried to run away. But no, we had to stay for the bow tie guy's speech and flag presentation to the principals. Upside-down. Backwards. Upside-down and backwards. And finally upright.
Then we ran away. Quickly. Kevin and Libba looked back and Mrs. Redding was walking behind us, still laughing, even though we all figured we would be crucified by the administration.
And Sarah Johnson is now my hero because she snuck out of school and went home for a necessary purpose.
Nobody could walk past another person from the group for the rest of the day without giggling again.
Fortunately we didn't get into too much trouble in class. Uthe didn't make us do a bunch of theory, but actually sang some pieces from his senior recital and let us play a game at the end of class.
Woo and yay, school let out, and I was looking forward to Beauty and the Beast. Grant and Greg (Cogsworth and Lumierre) were probably the best at interacting with each other and the script. Tiffany did a wonderful job as Belle, and I do not envy Adrianna's costume.
On the theater note, if I had it my way there would be no sound systems, just a properly built theater and actors trained to project well, whether speaking or singing. Plus I think the orchestra would like an orchestra pit, rather than chairs in the corner.
Cross your fingers, I asked Grant if he'd go to Madison's prom with me and I'm supposed to hear back from him soon.
So Friday was Arbor Day. Mm hmm. The madrigal group had to go sing for the Madison/JCM Arbor Day assembly. We found this out Thursday. No time to come up with a fitting tree song.
Friday rolls around and we can see straight away that this was going downhill fast. Lauren was wearing sorts like something stupid, Brandon and Rob were late, Brandon didn't have his chorus shirt, and Jeremy never showed up! Smart Jeremy...
We crossed the line in the cold mist, shivering because we didn't have substantial protective clothing. In the time before this thing began we had enough time to observe how much our parking lot looked like USJ's compared to JCM's. And to notice that some guy was wearing a wooden bow tie. And that those weren't trees, they were shrubs!
Some JCM students finally arrived and the program started with a proclamation about something to do with trees and Arbor Day. Don't ask me what, I was cold and my brain had shut off. Then a girl read a poem about being a tree. But she did it in the Mad Black Woman voice.
We were on after that. We started off okay, but somewhere around the end of verse one Helen started laughing, and when the director starts laughing there's no hope of getting very far. So we stopped and started again. Same thing. I have no idea what was so funny, but it was apparently hilarious. We stopped again. And picked up somewhere in the middle of the song. We made it through without any more mass giggling, but as soon as we finished we tried to run away. But no, we had to stay for the bow tie guy's speech and flag presentation to the principals. Upside-down. Backwards. Upside-down and backwards. And finally upright.
Then we ran away. Quickly. Kevin and Libba looked back and Mrs. Redding was walking behind us, still laughing, even though we all figured we would be crucified by the administration.
And Sarah Johnson is now my hero because she snuck out of school and went home for a necessary purpose.
Nobody could walk past another person from the group for the rest of the day without giggling again.
Fortunately we didn't get into too much trouble in class. Uthe didn't make us do a bunch of theory, but actually sang some pieces from his senior recital and let us play a game at the end of class.
Woo and yay, school let out, and I was looking forward to Beauty and the Beast. Grant and Greg (Cogsworth and Lumierre) were probably the best at interacting with each other and the script. Tiffany did a wonderful job as Belle, and I do not envy Adrianna's costume.
On the theater note, if I had it my way there would be no sound systems, just a properly built theater and actors trained to project well, whether speaking or singing. Plus I think the orchestra would like an orchestra pit, rather than chairs in the corner.
Cross your fingers, I asked Grant if he'd go to Madison's prom with me and I'm supposed to hear back from him soon.
Friday, April 01, 2005
A man, a plan, a canal, Panama!
Now read it backwards.
For those of you who were conspicuously absent, I visited the rest of my poor amigos who had school today. And the first thing I noticed when I got there (aside from the stares I got from uniform-clad lunchers) was that Dr. Red's office was completely covered in Post-It notes. And I says to myself, I says, "Ahh, April 1."
So I continue down the corridor and I see Eileen, who kindly directs me to the ticket booth where most everyone else is located.
Don't we live in a wonderfully ironic world? Who'dve thunk that the lost videotape would come back to haunt us in such a hilarious manner? Not I. Well, actually it haunted everyone who was pulled out of class. Anyhoo, those involved seemed to be thoroughly amused.
I'm gonna go check on my brushes, then continue painting.
Later!
For those of you who were conspicuously absent, I visited the rest of my poor amigos who had school today. And the first thing I noticed when I got there (aside from the stares I got from uniform-clad lunchers) was that Dr. Red's office was completely covered in Post-It notes. And I says to myself, I says, "Ahh, April 1."
So I continue down the corridor and I see Eileen, who kindly directs me to the ticket booth where most everyone else is located.
Don't we live in a wonderfully ironic world? Who'dve thunk that the lost videotape would come back to haunt us in such a hilarious manner? Not I. Well, actually it haunted everyone who was pulled out of class. Anyhoo, those involved seemed to be thoroughly amused.
I'm gonna go check on my brushes, then continue painting.
Later!
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
So much for Communism...
Oh, the fun things one can do during spring break!
Like, swapping out your cold weather clothes for your warm weather clothes.
And doing an essay demonstrating your financial need in 300 to 500 words.
Then going to (woo and yay) the downtown post office to mail the essay and the application and recommendation letter that go along with it!
And then...drive my 16-year-old car down I-40 to the driver's license testing place to make them change my ID to say that I'm not a minor anymore. Also register to vote. I didn't go in with the intention of registering, it just happened! Crap, I endorsed the government.
Finally, I picked up some supplies for the Calculus project. Woo, posterboard.
I think I'll make lasagna tomorrow. Mmmmmmm...
No more prophetic dreams, alas.
There are pineapple chunks and other nice things to eat in the kitchen!
Like, swapping out your cold weather clothes for your warm weather clothes.
And doing an essay demonstrating your financial need in 300 to 500 words.
Then going to (woo and yay) the downtown post office to mail the essay and the application and recommendation letter that go along with it!
And then...drive my 16-year-old car down I-40 to the driver's license testing place to make them change my ID to say that I'm not a minor anymore. Also register to vote. I didn't go in with the intention of registering, it just happened! Crap, I endorsed the government.
Finally, I picked up some supplies for the Calculus project. Woo, posterboard.
I think I'll make lasagna tomorrow. Mmmmmmm...
No more prophetic dreams, alas.
There are pineapple chunks and other nice things to eat in the kitchen!
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Is she babbling again?
Good morning. It is the second day of spring break for the public school system (woo and yay!), and I need to blog before I forget what happened since Thursday.
I got some financial aid information from Clemson. One of the things they said I qualified for was a loan, and although it wasn't an uber-ridiculous amount, there was still a pretty good chunk of tuition that my parents would have to pay right away, so...
Mississippi State University, you win!
Nathan will be pleased, and the sorority girls won't have to send me so many postcards. They'll be able to attack me on campus.
And that was Thursday.
Yesterday I slept until 11 (ahhhh...) and gave the dogs a bath. The only complication was the horrible state of the garden hose. Let's just say it was tangled in jasmine vines and itself on the funky reel thing...
But the dogs are cleaner than they were. And fluffy.
Last night I went to West Jackson to hear my old band and a couple more. Mark Akin was there, and when anyone who'd seen the band last year asked why he wasn't on stage, he told them he'd been replaced without any notice. Which is pretty much true. Plus he could never make it to practice or he had to leave early. And they just stopped talking to me for the most part. Didn't even bother to get another singer to take my place. Bah.
Let's talk about the fuel situation. With my handy Kroger Plus discount, I was paying $2.199 for a gallon of gas. This is insane, and I don't want to know how high it'll go during the summer. But since I don't have to drive eight hours to Clemson, my budget won't be completely shot on travel.
Enough of that. For those of you who like to hear about my infrequent (but quite vivid) dreams, I had one this morning.
Part one: Marriage is what brings us together today...
Do I get married in a church? No, that would make sense! I get married in the main building of the Jackson Fairgrounds, or something very similar. Fortunately it wasn't during the flea market or a livestock show. I could see some of my friends, relatives, and neighbors sitting in some chairs that had been set up on one side. I'm still 18, by the way.
Ladies, I wish you could've seen the guy I was marrying. Impressive, I must say. Tall (like, my head barely came to his shoulder), dark hair, kinda like Joaquin Phoenix, actually.
So we do the whole getting married bit, which ends this chapter.
Part two: Later that day...
Okay, since part one was the wedding, you know where part two has got to go. Mm hmm, the requisite consumation of the marriage. Yes, Jenn, I had a sex dream. Nice. For a long time it was just sex. Nothing kinky, though, so don't go hysterical on me. Here comes the twist. We finish doing our thing and he leaves the room for a few minutes. And during these few minutes I'm thinking about what I'll change my name to. Dilemma: I can't remember his name! Either I'd never heard it (don't ask how this is possible, it's my unconcious mind's work) or I'd forgotten. I didn't even know his first name, but I managed to fake my way along until later, when I heard one of his friends call him Jack.
Interlude: We're out together, just walking around, when we run into Brandon and Nicole. Brandon is a skinny black guy who works at Sears. Really. Not in the dream, in real life. But anyway, they were at the wedding, and Brandon decides he's gonna have a little fun with Jack (hopefully not too much, because Jack's a muscley guy and Brandon wouldn't stand a chance if he got fed up) and Nicole starts talking with me about God know's what. Really, this part doesn't go anywhere.
Part last: A visit with the family.
Somehow, in the grand scheme of things, I obtain two more younger siblings. Maybe three. No idea what's up with that, but I express my relief that I no longer live with my parents, so all the babysitting falls on Emily and Martin. Mwahahaha!
Byebye.
Later, after careful analysis...
This dream seems to center around college.
Weddings symbolize new beginnings. Makes sense.
The guy is of intimidating size (I'll be at a large school) but I'm completely comfortable with him. My interactions so far with the MSU crew have all been pretty good, so I'll probably get along okay there.
Not knowing the guy's name at all indicates some sort of mental burden - such as waiting around to figure out where I'll be going to college - and hearing his name indicates part of that burden being lifted. By the time I got my final scholarship and financial aid figures, Mississippi was the obvious choice.
Sex represents sex, no matter who you ask.
So what this all boils down to is this: Sometimes we find ourselves in situations we wouldn't have chosen under normal circumstances, but even unknown or unfamiliar situations can turn out good.
Like ending up with a nice-looking farm-boy type. You know what they say, big foot, big ... shoe.
I got some financial aid information from Clemson. One of the things they said I qualified for was a loan, and although it wasn't an uber-ridiculous amount, there was still a pretty good chunk of tuition that my parents would have to pay right away, so...
Mississippi State University, you win!
Nathan will be pleased, and the sorority girls won't have to send me so many postcards. They'll be able to attack me on campus.
And that was Thursday.
Yesterday I slept until 11 (ahhhh...) and gave the dogs a bath. The only complication was the horrible state of the garden hose. Let's just say it was tangled in jasmine vines and itself on the funky reel thing...
But the dogs are cleaner than they were. And fluffy.
Last night I went to West Jackson to hear my old band and a couple more. Mark Akin was there, and when anyone who'd seen the band last year asked why he wasn't on stage, he told them he'd been replaced without any notice. Which is pretty much true. Plus he could never make it to practice or he had to leave early. And they just stopped talking to me for the most part. Didn't even bother to get another singer to take my place. Bah.
Let's talk about the fuel situation. With my handy Kroger Plus discount, I was paying $2.199 for a gallon of gas. This is insane, and I don't want to know how high it'll go during the summer. But since I don't have to drive eight hours to Clemson, my budget won't be completely shot on travel.
Enough of that. For those of you who like to hear about my infrequent (but quite vivid) dreams, I had one this morning.
Part one: Marriage is what brings us together today...
Do I get married in a church? No, that would make sense! I get married in the main building of the Jackson Fairgrounds, or something very similar. Fortunately it wasn't during the flea market or a livestock show. I could see some of my friends, relatives, and neighbors sitting in some chairs that had been set up on one side. I'm still 18, by the way.
Ladies, I wish you could've seen the guy I was marrying. Impressive, I must say. Tall (like, my head barely came to his shoulder), dark hair, kinda like Joaquin Phoenix, actually.
So we do the whole getting married bit, which ends this chapter.
Part two: Later that day...
Okay, since part one was the wedding, you know where part two has got to go. Mm hmm, the requisite consumation of the marriage. Yes, Jenn, I had a sex dream. Nice. For a long time it was just sex. Nothing kinky, though, so don't go hysterical on me. Here comes the twist. We finish doing our thing and he leaves the room for a few minutes. And during these few minutes I'm thinking about what I'll change my name to. Dilemma: I can't remember his name! Either I'd never heard it (don't ask how this is possible, it's my unconcious mind's work) or I'd forgotten. I didn't even know his first name, but I managed to fake my way along until later, when I heard one of his friends call him Jack.
Interlude: We're out together, just walking around, when we run into Brandon and Nicole. Brandon is a skinny black guy who works at Sears. Really. Not in the dream, in real life. But anyway, they were at the wedding, and Brandon decides he's gonna have a little fun with Jack (hopefully not too much, because Jack's a muscley guy and Brandon wouldn't stand a chance if he got fed up) and Nicole starts talking with me about God know's what. Really, this part doesn't go anywhere.
Part last: A visit with the family.
Somehow, in the grand scheme of things, I obtain two more younger siblings. Maybe three. No idea what's up with that, but I express my relief that I no longer live with my parents, so all the babysitting falls on Emily and Martin. Mwahahaha!
Byebye.
Later, after careful analysis...
This dream seems to center around college.
Weddings symbolize new beginnings. Makes sense.
The guy is of intimidating size (I'll be at a large school) but I'm completely comfortable with him. My interactions so far with the MSU crew have all been pretty good, so I'll probably get along okay there.
Not knowing the guy's name at all indicates some sort of mental burden - such as waiting around to figure out where I'll be going to college - and hearing his name indicates part of that burden being lifted. By the time I got my final scholarship and financial aid figures, Mississippi was the obvious choice.
Sex represents sex, no matter who you ask.
So what this all boils down to is this: Sometimes we find ourselves in situations we wouldn't have chosen under normal circumstances, but even unknown or unfamiliar situations can turn out good.
Like ending up with a nice-looking farm-boy type. You know what they say, big foot, big ... shoe.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
"One thing I do know, them PENGUINS, they's some funny lookin' birds."
Hello from after my final spring concert. Parking was interesting, as the NAIA tournament was going on at the exact same time as the concert. I parked in the ghetto and walked. Fortunately, the first major storm cell had passed, and I don't think it did much more...
Did I update on the current figures from Mississippi? I don't think so, but if I did, ignore the following few lines.
'K, in addition to the $5000 a year, out of state tuition waiver, and the free housing, I've also received $1500 for study abroad, internships, or some other educational fling. Which brings our total over four years to $52,300. Wow. Big money. And I can't even throw a football straight. :)
So yay. The concert didn't bomb, I wasn't mugged, my car needs brake fluid, and I've got somewhere to go to school.
Also Adrian Jones was there tonight :D
And *gasp* I'm still wearing makeup.
Please pick your jaw up off the floor. Thank you.
Good night.
Did I update on the current figures from Mississippi? I don't think so, but if I did, ignore the following few lines.
'K, in addition to the $5000 a year, out of state tuition waiver, and the free housing, I've also received $1500 for study abroad, internships, or some other educational fling. Which brings our total over four years to $52,300. Wow. Big money. And I can't even throw a football straight. :)
So yay. The concert didn't bomb, I wasn't mugged, my car needs brake fluid, and I've got somewhere to go to school.
Also Adrian Jones was there tonight :D
And *gasp* I'm still wearing makeup.
Please pick your jaw up off the floor. Thank you.
Good night.
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