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Thursday, February 28, 2002


Sleeeeep!
I am so, so, so incredibly tired. Usually I hang out with Greg on Friday during the day; however, I'm getting ditched until the evening :P , so I suddeny had a thought: I could sleep in the afternoon! Woo! I sort of flew through my homework tonight, cause I think my busy schedule has finally caught up with me; I was all set to write something, and now I'm sitting here, struggling to keep my eyes open and misspelling every other word. This afternoon was pretty good, tho. I had fun hanging out with Greg, got to talk to my mom for the first time in ages, got a strawberry banana smoothie, and sat around and relaxed for longer than I had for the past 5 days put together.
Check out what Michelle found at Bored.com :
Things You Would Never Know Without Movies

Large, loft apartments in New York City are plentiful and
affordable, even if the tenants are unemployed.

One of a pair of identical twins is evil.

Should you decide to defuse a bomb, don't worry about which wire
to cut. You will always choose the right one.

It doesn't matter if you are greatly outnumbered in a fight
involving martial arts. Your enemies will wait patiently to
attack you one by one... dancing around in a threatening manner
until you have dispatched their predecessors.

When you turn out the light to go to bed, everything in your
bedroom will still be clearly visible but slightly blue.

If you are blonde and pretty, it is possible to be a world-famous
expert on nuclear fission, dinosaurs, hieroglyphics, or anything
else, at the age of 22.

Honest and hard-working policemen are usually gunned down a day
or two before retirement.

Rather than wasting bullets, megalomaniacs prefer to kill their
enemies using complex machinery involving fuses, deadly gasses,
lasers, buzz saws and hungry sharks, all of which will give their
captives at least 20 minutes to escape.

During all crime investigations, it is necessary to visit a strip
club at least once.

All beds have special L-shaped covers that reach up to the
armpits of a woman but only to the waist of the man lying beside
her.

All grocery shopping bags contain at least one French bread and
one bunch of carrots with leafy tops.

It's easy to land a plane, providing there is someone in the
control tower to talk you down.

If you are beautiful, your makeup never rubs off, even while
scuba-diving or fighting aliens. However if you are overweight,
your mascara will run and your lipstick will smear.

The ventilation system of any building is the perfect hiding
place. No one will ever think of looking for you in there, and
you can travel to any other part of the building without
difficulty.

You're very likely to survive any battle in any war unless you
make the mistake of showing someone a picture of your sweetheart
back home.

Should you wish to pass yourself off as a German officer, it is
not necessary to speak the language. A German accent will do.

A man will show no pain while taking the most horrific beating,
but will wince when a woman tries to clean his wounds.

If staying in a haunted house, women must investigate any strange
noises in their most diaphanous underwear, which is what they
happened to be wearing when the car broke down.

If someone says "I'll be right back", they won't.

Even when driving down a perfectly straight road, it is necessary
to turn the steering wheel from time to time.

All bombs are fitted with electronic timing devices with large
red readouts so you know exactly when they're going to go off.

A police detective can only solve a case after he has been
suspended from duty.

If you decide to start dancing in the street, everyone around you
will be able to mirror all the steps you come up with, and hear
the music in your head.

Police departments give their officers personality tests to make
sure each is assigned a partner who is their total opposite.

When they are alone, all foreigners prefer to speak English to
each other.



All right, here I am, being quite possibly the best girlfriend I could be. Greg's getting ready for his competition, and I know that I have tons of stuff to say and he is my very favortite person to talk to, but I also know that he doesn't like talking right before a competition, so even though I can SEE him online, sitting there, I'm being good and not bugging. As anyone who knows me knows, not talking is extremely difficult for me, so, urrrggghhh.
I've been thinking about the little things lately, cause my roomie's doin a paper or something on it. I was thinking about all the little things that go unappreciated to the fullest extent that they should be at the time, but are really really special. For example:
*Lately in the C-Store I had been keeping an eye out for Cadbury Creme Eggs, cause they started to have Easter candy. Well, one day I come back from a particular gloomy day, and I walk in the room and find TWO creme eggs on my desk! She said they were already half gone and she wanted to make sure I got some. And in fact, they were gone when I was there later, and they haven't been back since. I have the greatest roommate on the face of the planet!
*Greg came over today to catch up on some Buffy's from the past few weeks. Besides the fact that he came over to watch Buffy, a show that he only mildly likes, during the middle of the week, in which he doesn't have much spare time, and the fact that he successfully avoided several of my grumpy moods, there are two of my favorite moments from tonight. One, right before he left: "It's starting to get cold in here, turn on the heat or something. You've got to be freezing" and the other while I was walking with him to his car: "Well, can I drop you off closer to where you wanted to get dinner?" Me: "No, it's ok, I can walk right up that sidewalk there." Greg: "Well, then, I'm going to walk you. I don't want you to have to walk alone." Little things, that make me feel all warm and fuzzy.
I should really be doing my Logic homework. And I have some Theory that needs checking too. Sigh. I just can't make myself move.
I'm rediscovering Jamiroquai. Any song that I've ever heard I haven't disliked; I must try to listen to an entire CD.
I miss my Moulin Rouge CD. :(



Hey there.
This week has been incredibly hectic, and next week doesn't promise to be much better, but after that is Spring Break (wooo!) and I'm so ready for rest.
Monday was my usual running around til ten schedule, but extra stressful, since my keyboard and sightsinging exams were on Tuesday. So Monday night after ten I start practicing til my fingers literally feel raw. The next morning, I skipped my 8 o clock class to practice some more, and headed off to do my exams. Amazingly, I did pretty well on both, but the craziness didn't end there. I literally ran from one lesson/class to another til 5, after which I managed to gulp some dinner before heading to the President's List dessert at 6. At 7, I rushed back to the dorm to wait for Jackie to shop for swimsuits. I was unsuccessful, but I'm not so easily deterred :) Ok, so after THAT we watched the Gilmore Girls, and oh yes, at some point I managed to do my theory homework, as well as 20 problems of Logic. Sigh.
Wednesday was pretty much the usual run of classes, but I had to work the rehearsal for the all-Mozart concert. Once again, a phenomenal performance, and Nicole and I made faces at poor Brian sitting in the choir, and tried to call out to Margo far below, but all that singing has apparently made her deaf.
"Margo! Margo! Polo!"
And now, finally, I have a little breathing room today. I have lesson at 11, and Midday to watch after, and then maaaaybe some work study, but then that's it! And to make things even better, Greg's gonna head over today, and things have been so crazy lately I feel like I haven't seen him in ages. But I'm off to shudder through the bitter cold to get to lesson, so I'll write more later. '<



Wednesday, February 27, 2002



Strawberry: 50/100 Pear: 0/100 Banana: 60/100 Tomato: 10/100 Lemon: 0/100

Take the What Fruit Are You? test by Ellen and Aaron!


And, I'm currently drinking a strawberry banana smoothie :)



Sunday, February 24, 2002


Memories...
I remember way back in the sixth grade, open house before school started. It had pretty much been implied - well no, stated - that I would be in band. It was pretty much a given, as all my older sisters had been musically inclined since birth, and I had been in chorus the past two years. I, however, being one of those hormonal eleven-year-olds, rebelled and did the whole "Why should I do this cause my sisters did?" thing. So open house rolls around, I get my schedule, and I had not signed up for band, partially for that reason and partially cause there had been a chance I would start at another middle school. My mom was sneaky.
"Well, let's just go stop by the band room and at least check it out," she said.
We walked into that room, and I was home. I had practically been raised in band rooms til age 7, and I don't know how to describe it, but a band room - that is, one that's not in a new school - has a particualr smell. I don't know what it is, and it's probably something gross, but I don't care. It's just an atmosphere. At any rate, I walked in and my fate was sealed. I've never stopped playing since.
Occasionally I'll get frustrated. The first year I was learning how to play was difficult, and I almost wanted to drop out. Yet, as time went on there was always something that would stop me. Usually it was something having to do with just listening. I've had the Jurassic Park soundtrack since I was ten, and I would listen to it, and the orchestral parts of my Lion King soundtrack, and whereas other kids were learning the words to Hakuna Matata, I was also memorizing the rise and fall of the different instruments on those "boring songs with no words." When I got older, it was more than just those soundtracks - Holst, some others, but movie music always held my interest. I'd listen to the horn parts in E.T. and go, "Wow." But it wasn't until my senior year that things clicked.
I'd always wanted to be a writer, but felt I didn't have the raw creativity, that something that keeps people interested. But one day, I was watching some movie or another, and suddenly across my brain flashed a message: I want to do that.
Hardly a revelation. I kept my idea to myself for awhile, because everyone knows the impracticalities of being a professional performer - but one by one, I let people into my thoughts, and surprisingly I wasn't deterred.
This past year has been rough. I'm essentially learning how to play all over again, the orchestra is far too small to do the cool stuff by the Romantic and Nationalist composers - in essence, my favorites - and frustrations mount easily, especially in addition to playing catchup with all the musical training I missed. But then, but then....
I saw the Red Violin the other day. The music blew me away, but it didn't have a ton of stuff for horn. Then tonight I saw an amazing all-Beethoven concert. The students crowded onto the highest balcony on the side, positioned over the orchestra, and I actually had to sit on the ground, sitting sideways in my skirt and leaning as far forward as I dared against the iron railing to watch the players.The sheer energy they emit is astounding. You could almost feel the electricity, and half expect to see it shooting out from some bow or crackling between Doc's fingertips. Melodramatic, I know, but I'm quite serious. And as no one knows how to write despair like Beethoven, well, the slow parts seemed to me to slide through the room in painful waves. Really, how can one describe music like that? It's so much more than the sound; it's the sight and the texture and sheer emotion. And watching them, I thought, I want to do that.



HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KATIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Hmm, so far then weekend has been nothing if not jam-packed with stuff to do. And tomorrow seems just as full. Sleep? What's that? Sigh. Still, it's been fun. :)
My eyes are still trying to get used to the new resolution that Greg and Casey put my computer on. It's not exactly the same as it once was - actually a little bigger. My eyes are having to get used to not squinting. I like, though.
All, right, let's see how much I can tell about my weekend before Greg calls and I head to bed. On Friday Greg and I went to see The Queen of the Damned. We saw an afternoon showing, cause it's cheaper, and, as Greg put it, we'd be less likely to have to deal with finding seats among "a bunch of stupid goths." Sounded reasonable. Let me tell you, I'm glad we only paid the matinee price. I was soooo disappointed. The soundtrack was good, and I wouldn't mind if my wonderful boyfriend burned me a copy. :) But as for most everything else, well, sigh. I could go on for hours about discrepancies and stuff, but I simply haven't the time right now, and anyways maybe not everyone who's insisting on seeing it like I did has, and I don't want to spoil everything no matter how much it sucks.
Buuuuuut, we more than made up for it that night. I saw the incredible movie The Red Violin. I was simply blown away by that movie, and it's definitely going on the "When I get a DVD player" list. Anyways, it was just a nice evening altogether.
Today I headed off to MegaCon. Again, I could go into great detail, but for now I'll just brush over: I got my Mallrats video signed by Kevin Smith. I bought two posters, of the two schematic-ish plans from Mallrats of trashing the stage. And I got an autograph for my mom and Stacey from the guy who plays the karaokee-singing demon on Angel. It was fun, but tiring, and I wound up staying longer than I had originally planned or wanted. Oh, and I sat in on two panels: one by Eugene Roddenberry, Jr, the son of the creator of Star Trek, with some hilarious bloopers, and of course the Kevin Smith one. Unfortunetely, Jason Mewes couldn't be there; apparently he has a warrent out for skipping bail or something, and if he appears in public he could get arrested.
Kevin Smith: Dude, where are you?
Jason Mewes: In Denny's. In Los Angeles.
Kevin: Um, does the word 'felon' mean anything to you? What the hell are you doing in Denny's?
Jason: Havin a Grand Slam!
So I got back at 7, starving since I hadn't had anything but water since 9 that morning, and Greg and Casey were kind enough to bring food from Quizno's to a starving gal. We hung out and watched the 'Toughman' show (sigh, but funny) and headed out at 10, once more, to go hang out at Casey's and later with Casey and Mike's friend.
I'll go into all that tomorrow, I think, but let me tell you, the next big hit on Broadway will be:
Harry Potter Picture Show
It'll be great. ^_^
I love french bread from Albertson's. One would have never guessed it would be munching food straight out of the bag.
'<
Ok, sleep is a must; I have a concert in the morning, work in the evening, and I have no idea what in between. Busy, busy. More later.



Thursday, February 21, 2002


I just got done watching Castaway. I wasn't too thrilled with the ending the first time I saw it, and I'm not now, but I still think the rest of the movie made up for it. But man, I still get all emotional and teary, esp when Wilson floats away. :( Still a good movie, but I'm all emotional now.
I've been thinking about high school lately. First it was because a few days ago, I had dinner with some orchestra people, including one who's actually a senior in high school, but gets to play with the orchestra cause of who his teacher is and we needed string bass players. The guy is only a year younger than me, and probably not even that cause I'm so young for my grade. Yet, I don't know, he seems sooo much younger, and I think about how I thought this time last year, where I thought I would be, I don't know, just everything. My thoughts went further when I thought about R&G and English last year, and all that. I wasn't really happy, I don't think. I mean, I was sometimes, but I had so much...anger stored inside me. I hated was I was and wasn't. I hated that I denied my feelings and preferences for so long. I hated that I didn't let myself be known as the "smart girl" like I was in elementary school, and then got jealous of those who were. I hated that I just couldn't let myself relax, and act like a fool every once in awhile. I hated that I had the best boyfriend in the world, and yet I still nitpicked on stuff cause I was just so unhappy in general. And I hated that I felt like I didn't really have a place where I belonged. Etc, etc.
Ok, so maybe some of those problems still rear their ugly heads every once in awhile. And I wasn't a basket case throughout high school, don't get me wrong. I did have tons of fun, and friends, and again, the best boyfriend. All the problems were in my head though, and every so often - far more often than now - I would just get so depressed. And poor Greg would have to deal with it. What am I saying? He still does. :) And so does Katie, Casey, Jackie, etc. But overall, I really think I'm more content than I used to be. I feel comfortable in my circle of friends, and I don't freak as much about how I'm percieved (unless it's "straight-edge" :). I'm more comfortable being alone with myself, but I do realize that I get lonely easily - partly why I'm seriously considering living in the Cove next year. I try not to be picky with Greg, and even though I still do sometimes when I'm upset, I'd like to hope that overall I'm happier. And I am getting the reputation of a smart person again. :) I guess, on the whole, I'm being ME again. And I make a point to act like a fool quite often now, as I'm sure everyone will attest :). Overall, I think the biggest difference is the lack of anger. It's nice. So is this just cause I'm further away from being "a teenager"? Cause I was thinking, I read something somewhere where someone was like, "Read this book. It's full of teen angst" and I found myself thinking, "eeeew...that stuff was painful at the time, why relive it?" Arggh I don't know, just random babbling. Too much free time on my hands today. But also yknow, I didn't have anyone hanging out with me tonight, taking up any spare minute like I usually do, and yknow what? I watched TV. I slept. I did stuff. I did this all day last Saturday too. I never used to be able to do that. :) Maybe this is progress.
If Anne decides to read this, what was that Eeyore quote from the other day on your blog?! I loved that quote, and Eeyore, but when I went back to quote it to someone it was gone. :(
I've been watching the previews for the HBO Laramie project movie. I saw the play earlier this year, and it was one of the most powerful things I'd seen in a very long time. I hadn't even realized it'd stuck til I saw the preview and realized that, even before I looked at the screen, I recognized obscure bits of dialouge and I could recall it perfectly. And the casting job the college did? It almost matched perfectly the people HBO has. Well, except HBO has big people like Steve Buscemi and Christina Ricci. All the more reason to watch. :)
Queen of the Damned starts tomorrow. I hate the way they've totally oversimplified the plot in the previews, but oh well, I'll go see it anyways. Who knows, maybe the support will cause them to make a movie or miniseries (for time considerations) of The Witching Hour. Then I could complain about book-to-screenplay writing and actor choices for that too...much fun...wait, maybe not. Perhaps the best stuff shouldn't be tampered with. :)
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and we are always here"
^_^






I am ERNIE.

Everyone loves to hang out with me.


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Well.
It's two o'clock. I'm done with my lessons, and basically everything else for today. Because I had the very scary logic test on wednesday, and some theory homework was due on that day as well, I have nothing due tomorrow. Thus, no homework. I would like to take a shower, and there's a concert I could go to later tonight, but for now, I think I will do the unthinkable and actually lay down and rest. I don't think I've ever done that before, seriously, except for when I was sick or injured or stayed up the entire night before (and even then, I usually don't :). Odd.
My piano quiz went kinda ehhh today, but I think I can get better before my midterm on Tuesday. But my horn lesson! It went incredibly well, and I'm so excited. And I'm excited about not having to do anything today. All in all, a good day so far, despite the fact that I stayed up as usual last night to find out the competition scores, and so was up til after midnight, and had an 8 oclock class today. Sigh, hehe. But I survived, and now off I go for sleep.



Tuesday, February 19, 2002


CONGRATULATIONS TO GREG!!! He is most definitely the very coolest guy ever. I'd explain, but I'd be inadequate, so let's just say he won a competition and I am very, very proud. Woo!
'<



Woo! *happy little wiggle dance*
I am in a good good mood. I don't really know exactly why; well, let's see. I did well in piano lesson today, always a good thing. I found out I have to work two concerts in the next week, which would suck, but that's 4-8 extra hours' worth of work study, so, hey, money. I've been doing laundry since 5, and clean clothes are always a plus. I have a logic test tomorrow, and I should be freaking out, but I really feel fairly confident that I know the material, and the same goes for the scifi presentation that I have to make tomorrow. I have the coolest boyfriend in the world. And, I don't know, I've been doing some thinking.
Jackie and Drew came back from Duke recently, and of course Duke is a huge wonderful school. And I was thinking, what if I had gone to Columbia? Well, most likely I'd be all ecstatic and stuff, and I still think about going to some place like that for grad school (or maybe Harvard - I've been told it's a "girl's school" :) but right now? I don't really want to be going to a huge school like Duke, or UF, or whatever. I guess home is where your heart is, and mine is definitely here. I can't imagine not being here, strange as it sounds, cause I never thought I'd be the type of girl who, yknow, fit the mold. But like, Annie's going to Stetson now, and it is perfect for her, according to everything I've heard. And I was really into Stetson for awhile my senior year; obviously, being the whole music place and all. Then I visited it with my mom. And there was nothing wrong with it at all, but it just didn't feel...right. And my mom apparently got the same vibe. Now, who would have thought I'd feel at home here? Especially after my whole Experience Weekend last year? But this is my home, just as Annie instantly connected with Stetson... I guess everyone has their own place. I'm not making any shattering revelations, I know. It's just nice and interesting to think about. Today I was hanging out with Sarah, and she was trying to convince me to live in the Cove next year, after Margot got done trying earlier. And I thought, wow, I have friends here, who want me to join their scary cult. I feel so loved! (yes, that was a joke, by the way, and I'm actually considering the Cove thing, unbelieveably)
More reasons why I'm in a good mood: I got cool stuff from my family this weekend. Mardi Gras beads from Krista, real ones from New Orleans; Hostess cupcakes and the tanktop I've been wanting for awhile from Melissa; and a Valentine's monkey and monkey pajama pants from my mom. In fact, you should've seen me last night: Blue monkey pajama pants, blue Pitchshifter shirt of Greg's, Eeyore sweatshirt, and big monkey slippers. I was decked out.
Hmm, the one reason I'm annoyed: my ankles. For those of you who don't know, I managed screw up my ankles, probably from playing Dance Dance too much too soon. My mom thinks it may be tendonitis; all I know is that it hurts. When I woke up this morning and my feet touched the ground, they twinged right off. Now, this just isn't fair. My feet had been sleeping the past eight (well, ok, six) hours, so you would think some improvement would be made, but nope. Then as I was hanging up some laundry and stepped down off of my bed, I put my weight down wrong and one ankle was killing me for like two hours after. Sigh.
I got confirmation from Kyle today that I am on for MegaCon. Wooo! He randomly advised me to bring a set amount of cash, not an ATM card, so as to avoid temptation. No, he is not a smart man; he apparently learned this the hard way last year. Poor frazzled Kyle. No wonder his girlfriend had to literally make a schedule for him so he can get everything done.
Speaking of getting things done, hmm, logic is still staring me in the face. Yes, some would say, "what else is new?" but still, I must away.
'<



Monday, February 18, 2002


^_^
The day was much better today. I fixed stuff with Greg, I hope. :) I ran around from class to class like a headless chicken. I took a quiz, got called on a bunch of times as usual by my logic teacher, and actually didn't get absolutely bored in scifi. And amazingly, I didn't maim the other people in my scifi group. All went well, and now me and Michelle are watching the end of The Faculty, with the "amazing" Elijah Wood. Well, amazing to Michelle, anyways.
"Run, Frodo, run!!"
I don't know, I never seem to have as much to say when I'm in a good mood. Or maybe it's the utter exhaustion. But, oh!!! Herre's something I haven't posted: on Saturday I get to go to MegaCon, and guess who's gonna be there! Jay and Silent Bob, live and in person! So I might get to meet them!
"You're so warm."
Ok, now I'm in an interesting conversation, so I'm gonna go.



Sunday, February 17, 2002


Today was a bad day. The rest of the weekend wasn't, though. My family was down here gettin the rest of their stuff, and it was fun, and we went to Rocky's and I even got a tanktop I'd been meaning to get for quite some time. Friday was fun; Katie and Casey and Michelle, for part of the night, hung out and we watched Moulin Rouge, which I love, and even got to have an adventure making the DVD work.
"Mother of Pearl!!!!"
As for today....well, I'm an idiot, what can I say. I don't know if anyone else ever has a bad dream that affects them and puts them in a bad mood for the rest of the day, but that's what happened. Sheer idiocy, basically. So I've been eating comfort food all night and doing homework. Sigh. Hopefully things'll get better before the end of the night, cause I'm ready to set things straight, but I think Greg's asleep. :(
"You want a soft hippo with that?"
Sleep sounds good, actually. I may try to lay down for awhile after 10 or so. I know naps work for cranky little kids, and to tell you the truth, that's how I feel I acted today. Arggh. How do you tell someone you regret something so much and loathe the fact that you acted like a brat, and let them know you're truly sincere? I suppose just telling point-blank should work, but I don't know. Now I fell frustrated and childish again. Grr.
I'll write more if stuff gets better.



Friday, February 15, 2002


Woo hoo hooo... Happy Late Valentine's Day!
I have had such a hectic past few days it isn't even funny. Classes, running around doing errands, etc...and not enough sleep to balance it out. But it's all been worthwhile, I assure you. Yesterday I literally went straight from class to class, and after my last class I had just enough time to get ready before Greg showed up. I got beeeautiful roses, and my very favorite candy, and a card, and we went to Pointe Orlando and saw Beauty and the Beast, my very favorite animated movie, on IMAX. We also spent some time at XS Orlando, where we both tried DrumFreak and Greg got quite good, and I then did DDR with my ankles still hurting and totally screwed them over. That was the only sucky aspect of the night. I can barely walk. Stupid stupid Jill. But XS Orlando was very much an adventure, for reasons that are too long to go into, and when we stopped at Greg's house after, we go there just in time for me to see my favorite Russian skater guy win the gold medal. We didn't have time to go out for a real sit-down dinner, but Wendy's frostys are just as good in some respects, and today I got Checkers. Nice. I'm in a wonderful mood. And I have as of yet no plans for today. Maybe rest. I need to rest. Oh well, more later, and hope everyone has just as good of a day. ^_^



Tuesday, February 12, 2002


Sigh. Roswell was very emotionally draining. Yeesh. I'm in mourning.
I'm extremely tired, and should go to sleep. But I'm not, cause I'm waiting for the results of the competition, or at least waiting for AIM to work so I can tell Greg to gimme a call when he is done. But no service yet. Grrrrr.
I'm realizing that midterms are a mere few weeks away. It's just scary how fast this semester is going. Still, I can't wait, even for midterms, cause then that means spring break will finally arrive, and man, I think I need a break. I don't think I've caught up on sleep since two weeks ago. Sigh.
I just heard that the figure skating pairs judging is now in question. Well, anyone who's seen The Cutting Edge can tell you there's lots of politics in skating...but still, you rarely hear of anything so blatant as rigging the Olympics. I've been living in my college bubble, so it took my mom in TN to let me know what was going on....I usually love the Olympics, esp skating, all right, well, only skating, but the only sports I've seen so far have been this one day when they were showing curling in Mexico. What a strange sport that is.
Sleep beckons, as hopefully does AIM, so more later.



Everyone's been getting Valentine's Day cards from their parents in the mail! I want one! Then again, my parents are actually coming to visit this weekend...so I guess I can't complain. :) Hmm, let's see...I can complain cause I didn't get to go to the cool class tonight that I was invited to...but then again, it's cause of a competition, and competition means possible money and internal satisfaction for Greg, so I guess I can't really complain about that either. Hmm. Oh! Tonight is the Winter Springs pre-festival concert, but I didn't find out about it til it was too late for me to go. Now that sucks. Of course, it's Tuesday. So I do get to watch my shows tonight. All right, I have no room to complain. This is a stupid task anyways. Now for stuff I'm glad about:
Greg sent me an MP3 of one of the DDR songs. Course, it was in a funny format so my mail would accept it, and now I can't make it work, but I'm confident that when they all get done with the competition someone will help. :) I got to work today, so that means money, always good, and I have very little homework that I've already done tonight, so I may actually get to get to sleep at a reasonable hour. Woo!
I've been thinking about that whole secret blog question. I had considered it before, because I have to censor myself so freaking much on this one, but then on the other hand, well, I'm kind of attatched to this blog. And I have such a big mouth I'd inevitably give out the address anyways. Sigh.
Time for Gilmore Girls!



Monday, February 11, 2002


I officially hate the server at school. It used to be so good, and now it's, every two seconds, on AIM, off AIM....and then a half an hour later you miiiight get on again for another two seconds. On top of which, my laptop is still screwed up from God knows what happened last week...Greg still needs to get out here and take a look at it. Sigh.
Today was an up and down day. Yes, I got in an argument, even though that was the last thing I wanted to do in the world. And yes, it's over now, and yes, it was mainly my fault, and yes, I have the best boyfriend in the world. But luckily, the problems ended, and I did get to have some fun at the close of the day. Yep. Rocky's. For at least the third time this weekend. And Greg and I discovered new ways of playing 2 players on Beatmania, and I think I've screwed up my ankles, and also realized I can't shoot a raptor if my Jurassic-Park-hunting life depended on it. Much fun. And hopefully I'll even get some DDR MP3's, from my incredibly wonderful boyfriend. :D
I had much too fun this weekend, as inevitably, my homework got to wait til Greg dropped me back home at ten o clock at night. I've just finished it all (woo!) and I'm so tired, and being lulled by the LOTR soundtrack. By the way, speaking of LOTR and hmm, Orlando Bloom and such: guys, if you want to get a chick, talk like Orlando Bloom. I have never seen so many girls melt at a voice. Except for maybe Vin Diesel's, which, yum, the Triple X movie that I've been reading about since summer is finally going to come out soon. Woohoo. :)
Despite the fact that I was off again-on again grumpy today, I like the fact that just thinking about Greg now is giving me a glowy, warm, fuzzy feeling. Very nice. I'm a lucky girl.
And spring break isn't too far away....
Much sleep is needed.
Yawn.



Saturday, February 09, 2002


Today was a good day. A good good good day. First of all, Friday is always a good day cause I only have two classes and get out by noon. Then I went to lunch with Sarah, and went back to my dorm to wait for Jackie to call, cause she was currently taking a tour of the campus and wanted to hang out afterward. So I showed her parents my room (sigh, hehe) and we headed off to Rocky's, after a brief time drooling over the clothes in the bookstore (and Jackie bought a shirt I wanted :P). Off we went to Rocky's, to discover that Casey was already there, in his natural habitat (Beatmania) and Greg was on his way, essentially for the sole purpose of picking me up, as well as to be in his natural habitat (Beatmania). Much fun was had by all, and I played Dance Dance a bunch, and didn't really make a total fool of myself at all, contrary to what I had expected. In fact:
"I swear, Jill picked up DDR so fast it's just sickening." --Jackie
Hehehe, I don't usually hear stuff like that so I have to brag. But regardless, I did tire myself out quite a bit, and my legs are totally cramped now. Buuuut, I have the best greatest boyfriend on the face of the planet, and he did wonders to make me feel better, and even let me put my feet up on him in Rocky's without complaining. ^_^
The rest of the day was still nice, but less eventful. I hung out at Greg's, and we watched a Red Dwarf episode, and pretty much the entire opening of the Olympics, including the John WIlliams song (woohoo) and a cool rendition of Appalachian Spring (one of my favorites, which I absolutely must get on CD). Lots of being together, which I love. And to top things off, we got to listen to the live NIN CD in the car on the way taking me home. Oh, and kinda weird, these drunken guys were trying to say witty stuff to Greg at a stoplight. I didn't catch all of it, though - I think something about me being illegal? I dunno, it was silly. And then we listened to more Nine Inch Nails.
I suppose I'd better go to bed now - who knows what kind of day I'll have tomorrow, and whatever it is, it'll probably include dance dance and staying up til 5.
Today was a very good day.



Wednesday, February 06, 2002


I'm incredibly curious...I was looking statistics from my Site Meter thingy, and I'm wondering, who reads this in the three other continental time zones? I hardly know anyone in other time zones. And who has a Mac? Just random questions. Tonight I've been effectively doing nothing, and it's been nice. Lots and lots of dance dance...and I actually passed a song on difficult (yay!). Tonight Casey came over to visit for awhile before the competition, and then me and MIchelle and Sarah went to go get ice cream and hang out in the Cove for awhile. It was an adventure. One weird thing is that I seem to have pulled many, many muscles in my back. It started out as one, and now I hurt in at least three places on my back. How is this possible? The only new thing I've been doing in dance dance, and I didn't think that would hurt my back, of all things. Maaaybe I'm a little sore from aerobic dance...but I didn't have it yesterday, and I woke up with this pain. Odd.
Tomorrow I need to actually crack down and do some homework after my classes...unfortunetely. Not that any of it is really hard; it's just the sitting down and doing it that's difficult. Especially with the DDR here.
Saul: -needs to get DDR for some exorcise
Saul: lemme ask you though
Saul: arent you sick of the music by now?
me: sorta
met: but not too bad
Saul: aye aye aye wont you be my butterfly!
me: lol
Saul: searchin for a man! all across the japan!
me: i love that one
Saul: lalalalal wont you be my butterfly!
Poor Michelle's a gimp. I'll let her put the whole story on her own blog, but let's just say she has interesting bruises. And her wounds are going to be an excuse whenever she doesn't want to do DDR for the next few days.



All in all, Tuesday was a much better day than Monday, by far. Not only did the dance dance ensue until after midnight, but I had reasonably long conversation on the phone with Greg, which I had missed doing. And of course my shows were on last night. :) My computer is still being a pain, but I'm just essentially ignoring the problems now...though I may go blind from squinting. No problem.
I really don't feel like going to class today. Ok, I don't mind my logic class or my theory class; those are the only classes I have on Friday, and that makes me very happy. However, today is not Friday, and that means i get out at 5 instead of noon, and have scifi, dance, and orchestra in addition to the aforementioned classes. Sigh. Were it up to me, I would stop at noon...and play DDR. :)
Jackie might come visit on Friday and take an actual tour. Not that she doesn't know her way around already...hehe, I'll probably be in class during the tour, but if not, I'll have to go make faces or something. Be the real mature college student.
"I'd rather not hear it from a heathen, thank you."



Tuesday, February 05, 2002


All right, so I did not wake up grumpy, or even sad really, but kind of feeling...well, mopey, so I wore my eeyore sweatshirt today; it's big and warm and makes me feel safe and comfy. Unfortunetely, I did have an 8 o clock test, but luckily, it was just jazz, so I did alright, I think. I had my piano lesson today - I'm really liking this, so far. Even with just one day of practice I seem to have made progress already, and interestingly enough, she said my left hand was more developed than my right. It's from playing french horn. I also somehow managed to get a little ahead in my sci-fi class; I had work study and nothing to do for almost three hours, so I started the next book. I'm about halfway through now.
And now, for the biggest accomplishment today; I think I understand truth tables. When I started reading about them, my mind tried to do the mental "oh, it's sort of randomly connected to math and computers, I can't do it" block thingy. However, I couldn't ask Greg or Casey for help, since they were in class, so I was on my own, but I kept at it til I understood, and now I feel so proud of myself. And Jackie came over tonight to watch the shows and she left dance dance, and I am soooo playing it later. Ok, I'm talking to Greg, and not concentrating at all, so I'll talk later.



I'm going to bed sad. I hate going to bed sad. I hate that an argument formed just because I have a wretched computer, and I feel like I get implicated blame, whether intentional or no. I hate that I didn't get to study because I wasted my time on such a stupid thing, and am too tired to make sense of words anymore- half of these I'm not even sure are spelled right. Most of all, I'm upset because I know that all hard feelings will go away on the other person's part, but here I am, shocked and hurt and angry, over something I had no control over. Today has sucked.



Monday, February 04, 2002


Yuck. Mondays suck; it's the only day when I have virtually nonstop classes and things til ten this semester. I am so glad I only do this once a week now; I can't believe I was once able to tolerate more. Then again, I don't think I had nearly this much homework last semester. Sigh.
I could vent for ages about my sci-fi class today, but honestly I just don't have the energy. One thing that does bother me, though, is that I'm put in a presentation group with this chick Molly, who's nice in person but every time she's opened her mouth in class says things I wholly disagree with. And the presentation is about a Heinlein book. Her incredible PC-radar could go off the screen.
I finally finished The Lord of the Rings! At long last. Now I get to start right on to the Heinlein...
Music of the Moment: LOTR soundtrack, evil parallel octaves and all.
Today my theory teacher showed us on piano an alternative for the evil chord in the soundtrack. I must say, it sounded way better. Guess this is why he's gonna get one of his compositions played at the Met soon.
I've decided I want to collect Moulin Rouge stuff. Dunno, just a declaration. More declarations: I need my hair trimmed; the spring break plans need to be set in motion; I don't feel like going to horn ensemble tonight, but I have to; I kept up better than most of the girls in my dance class today. Woo!



I had a good day, well, I suppose, a good weekend actually. :) That's nice to say. Hmm, yesterday new rituals were begun apparently, and social lives are settling into a little groove, so to speak. Greg claimed that Nicole Kidman was mewling; Casey got to explore his inner slut; and everybody can-can'ed. I suppose it wasn't truly yesterday anymore; I was referring to Saturday. I got to wear myself out on DDR literally all weekend; Jackie had it on Saturday night, I made a trip to Rocky's Sunday morning and played, played some more at Greg's with Jackie while band practice was winding down, and then on Sunday night Greg and I went back to Rocky's, and I (gasp) attempted it, in public, and passed 2 songs, one with 3 feet and one with 4, with a B on both! Woo! My, that was a long sentence. I finally got to see the end of Aliens, and hopefully I won't have nightmares, but it's ok, cause on Earth, everyone can hear you scream.
greg: NFL PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKS
me: lol
me: is it on?
greg: no
me: darn
greg: just like saying it
^_^
I've finished my logic homework (thank you Greg) but I still have the very end of LOTR to read tonight, and I have to get up early tomorrow, and of course dont get any lunch. Fun. But, again, this weekend was nice, and I'm happy.



Saturday, February 02, 2002


Yawn...today was a good day by and large, I think. I got pizza, although the episode of Buffy that was on at the time was soooo enough to make me lose my appetite. I saw at least 3 episodes of Red Dwarf, which strangely enough is growing on me quite a bit (sigh :). And I generally just got to hang out with Greg, which actually hadn't happened in awhile, and there was barely time to speak at all this week, so yes, today was nice. Except I fell asleep at the end of the night, and Greg just let me lay there while he did computer stuff:
me: (all disoriented) I fell asleep. It's late. Did I fall asleep?
Greg: Yep.
me: (sniffles) I'm all stuffy. (thought strikes me) Was I snoring??
Greg: (grins for a minute) It was cute.
Sigh.



Friday, February 01, 2002


Woohoo! Much congratulations go out to Greg and Casey, who got first and second in the computer competition (or comp comp, as I think of it :) last night. This means they both won cash. It also means that in two days Greg has doubled what I make in a month. Sigh. I bet this is a sign of things to come. I'm in the wrong line of work. :)
Today has been a rather good one, so far. I only got called on once in logic :P and managed to have the right answer, too. And in Theory we examined the evil 6-4 chord in the Lord of the Rings, which turns out to be ok after all buuuuut has parallel octaves (gasp!). Hehe I might not be making much sense, but I dunno, I found it interesting. Now I'm gettin to go hang out with Greg, and actually, I'd better get ready:
me: Hewwo? (with mouthful of Mounds bar)
Greg: ok, I'm leaving.
me:oohhhkawy
Greg: you gonna be ready?
me:mmmhmm
Greg:you're not gonna take 20 minutes like you usually do?
me:nope
Greg: uh huh
So considering I'm not dressed, ready, etc, I'd better be off.