Life-like Shenanigans

So... I should be studying my Japanese for the grammar quiz tomorrow, but I thought, "that's boring... Let's make a blog post!"

So here we are.

There is sooooo many... interesting... things going on with this choir that I'm starting!  It's extrEMELY hard to get 9 college music students to pin down a time to rehearse... Everyone is sooo busy!  I'm not faulting them by any means, and these things happen, but it just gets kind of frustrating.  I already had to tell one person that it would be too hard because of her schedule, and I feel terrible about it.  Here's hoping that no one else does that!  First (official) rehearsal is going to be this week come hell or high water (I'm personally hoping for high water, because hell just sounds unpleasant...)

In other news, I moved!  For you DePauw-ites, I moved from Senior Hall to one of the duplexes on Jackson St... For you non-DePauw-ites, I moved from a shitty dorm to a less shitty apartment.

As much as I just LOVED hearing the people upstairs of me "back that ass up, back that, back that ass up," it just wasn't cutting it for me.

And now I can actually cook for myself!  I'm getting off the meal-plan!  Tonight I made a delicious chicken dish that involved cubing a breast (of chicken, you perverts), soaking it in a mix of soy sauce and "Italian Seasoning," which consists of oregano, thyme, rosemary and sage (all that's missing is the parsley, right?  Har har...).  Then I sliced some onion and a couple cloves of garlic and put it all into my gigantic wok.  Then I put it over a bed of steamed rice.  It was sooo delicious.  Looking forward to more great food!  I also want to get back to baking, so let me know your favorite desserts and I'll make them for you!

Oh my gosh you guys my recital is coming up and I'm SO FREAKIN' EXCITED!  I was gonna wait but I just can't anymore - I'm gonna show you the poster for it.

Credit to Morgan Burke for making the poster.

Of course, it'll be super embarrassing if I fail my recital jury and then will have to be like "um... the recital is now moved" and all but you know what some people are gonna call me cocky for putting out the poster super early like this and they'll just have to DEAL WITH IT.

So yeah, you all should come.  That's the moral of that story.

BAI BAI.

Food Poisoning, Pt. 2

So I have food poisoning.  Again.  A little over a month since I've had it for the first time.  I've come to the conclusion that my body hates me.

Have you ever gotten the feeling that you're so hungry that you feel nauseous?  That happened to me tonight...  I ate a PB&J at around 10:00 PM and apparently since that's like the only solid thing I've eaten in the past two days, my body thinks that it is morning when really it is 12:21 AM and I need to sleep because I'd at least like to show up to class SOMETIME in my college career...

On top of that, my body is doing things to me that I shudder to mention on this blog or Facebook or Twitter or whatever else social media that I have been enslaved to.

I guess the bright side to all this is that I'm garnering the sympathy of everyone around me, right?  Oh, and that I've had two days of class missed (soon to be three).  It's like another Icepocalypse, only with my body!

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Well, this is an awkward way to end a blog post...

Bye!

My Favorite Word

Shenanigans

I Love My Friends

I am sitting here writing this - amidst a bunch of drinking (all overage, of course...), and I am just overwhelmed by the power of friendship.  I know, it's cheesy... But nonetheless.  From hanging out on the back porch smoking hookah and watching branches fall due to the Icepocalypse to watching people of age do a power hour...  It's been a great evening.  I am so lucky to call these people my friends.  It's just really nice to know that people care about you, you know?  Maybe that's just because my self-esteem is so low that I'll take anything I can get, but hey, everyone loves compliments right?

As Dean said: "Here's your gay tip of the week.  Compliment EVERYBODY.  It doesn't matter if you like them or not, everyone loves compliments.  'Oh my gosh, that sweater is soooo flattering on you!'"

Anyway, I hope all of your nights are filled with "fabulousness!"

Friends are Forever!

Ice, Ice... Baby?

Friends, the Snowpocalypse has come for us.  Never before have I experienced sleet, or freezing rain to this degree.  Ice is some scary shite.  I am bracing for dear life.  As I write this.  Because obviously I have ice in my room.  At this very moment.

On another note, I have discovered that I really like turning pages.

This Semester...

Marks a change.

I hope.


I went out today and I bought about $75 worth of school supplies and general life-assisting equipment.  The most important on my list was a planner, which was written in all-caps and underlined on my shopping list.


Honestly, over the past two semesters I have been so disappointed with my performance (that's what she said) that I KNEW that I had to make a change.

I just hope that this won't be like a new year's resolution... One that you make in advance but don't keep, ever.


Also, sorry for the boring post.  I'll try to do better next time.

Ice Skating

Yesterday I went ice skating.  Like a boss.

It had been awhile since I had been skating, so I decided to take it slow.  And by "slow," I meant that I went from 0-20~ mp/h in about three seconds.  Everything was fine until I realized that it was not, in fact, a straight-shot rink, that I actually had to make a left turn.  Time kind of slowed down and I came up to the understanding that 1. The skates were not as sharp as I thought they were, 2. I was losing control, and 3. That I was about to look like something akin to a human NASCAR wreck.

As I started falling, I thought to myself "Ok, I just need to get all of my limbs out of the way.  Then I can land and I'll be fine."  Unfortunately, I did not have enough time between the thought and the actual falling to fully move everything, and I landed on my leg, my knee stretching something in the process.

The adrenaline and excitement of ice-skating lasted me thoughout most of the time, including the time that I decided to race Chris, and won, but in the process whamming straight into the opposite wall because I didn't have enough time to stop and flying backwards.  My glasses dislodged and soared through the air whilst I... bounced, is the only word that probably can give it justice... up like something out of a Looney Toons cartoon.  I landed on my ass, and just laughed.

I, quite literally, Rofled.

Now I write this to you, a day later, and a day more sore.  I can barely bend my knee, and I feel like an old man, hobbling around like I need a cane.

But yet, I still want to go back to that rink.  Is that masochistic of me?

Nah, probably just stupid.