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:: 2005 18 September :: 3.43 am
:: Music: Boys from Old Florida

If you ain't a gator, then you're gator bait!
That game was fucking awesome. We kicked Tennessee's ass 16-7. Volunteer your mother.

I'm finding weird spots of blue paint on me. I think it's from Will?

I met Leah and Jackie at the Reitz, after I bought some face tattoos and got a beat Tennessee sticker. We had lunch in the food court and coincidentally sat at a table next to Molly Scott. Good to finally run into her. Then we headed back to Lakesiiiiiiideee on the bus. We found Gabe and David at the bus stop. I also found sunglasses at the bus stop and took them. Now I don't have to buy sunglasses. Anyway, Gabe and Jackie tried to bargain some sexual favors in exchange for a Tennessee ticket, but that fell through. We got on the bus and hung at Lakeside for a bit, got our face tattoos on, and waited for Jamie. Once she got home me, Leah, Jamie, Zach, and some random chick went over to University to check out the action there. Tons of tailgaters. We got free t-shirts, but I left mine at the game by accident. Umm...what else. Oh, the crowd over by UF plaza was crazy, and we didn't get any free drinks, which pissed me off. Anyway, at about 6:50 we headed back to the swamp, half trying to sell Leah and Jamie's tickets, but they couldn't get more than $100 each. So we went into the game and the madness began. Our seats were amazing, eighth row in the Gators endzone. Zach said his friend said we were on TV, but I'm not positive. We took some pictures and whatever, and then Leah and I went over to say hi to Ale in the bando section.

Yeah, I'm a little too drunk to finish this, I might do it later.

Ummm...maybe I should write these things down when they happen, so that I remember what happened later. Will came in the game at about 10 till 8, after Mike and Burke had come in with their full body paint (and cape). I caught his attention in the aisle, and he was a total asshole. He was like "ok, I'm going down to the good seats, you guys have fun here in row 8." So I was like fuck you, until I realized how incredibly drunk he was. So the game started and we scored a touchdown in the first quarter. They tied it up 7-7, but then we got three field goals throughout the game. It was really a battle of the defences. Sometime during the first or second quarter Will left to do something, and then on his way back stopped to talk to me. So I asked for his keys, and he said Don't you have your car keys? And I told him no, they're in my dorm room. So he was like ok whatever, but you have to drive the car over to my place in the morning. So I said fine and took his keys. During the second quarter Leah's leg really started to bother her, and she and jaimie left at halftime. I made friends with some of the guys in front of me though...who ended up being 25, but they were cool. They snuck in a water bottle filled with vodka and bought a few pepsis during the game and spiked them. I thought it was good planning, since the vodka just looked like water. But they were really nice, they offered to get us stuff from the snack bar and whatnot, and we talked about football some.

After the game it was awesome because we were right at the corner where the football team congregates for the fight song and the alma mater. I got some good pictures. Right before the game ended though it was crazy. Cops literally poured down onto the field. They brought out police dogs too. Not drug dogs. Belgian Malinois. With muzzles so they didn't attack their handlers. Crazy. They were so afraid people were going to storm the field. And we wanted to. But anyway, on our way out I took pictures of will and his crazy painted friends and the "swim team."

Allison and I walked over to Hume, where we parted ways, and I started down to lakeside. I called Leah to see what she wanted to do, and we kinda decided just to stay in and hang out. Tom walked from lakeside and met me halfway so I wouldn't have to walk alone in the dark. We hung out at lakeside and celebrated a bit, then chilled for a while and I caught a ride home with Tom. I pretty much just crashed in bed then and slept till two. I gave Will the car keys shortly thereafter on his way to lunch with P&E. Then I spent all day working and wishing that tylenol wasn't $8 a bottle. I feel accomplished though, because I got through my whole to-do list from friday that I didn't do. Yay me.

So tomorrow is class and studying, then chem test tuesday. This is a busy week, so we'll see how it goes. I am soooo psyched to be going home in less than two weeks. I can't wait to see Sasha and to go to Phantom. And do laundry for free. And have my own room. And pick up all these things that I forgot to bring. And and and...yeah, only two more weeks. I just really want this week to be over. *sigh*

Tom690009: am i in ur journal?
Skillet9886: no
Tom690009: no?
Tom690009: not at all?
Skillet9886: no
Tom690009: nothing like "tom pissed me off today"
Skillet9886: no
Tom690009: or "tom turned me on today it was so hot"
Skillet9886: no
Tom690009: damn
Tom690009: what the hell kinda journal is that?
Skillet9886: one about me
Tom690009: what about you?
Tom690009: like "I like tacos"
Tom690009: or like "school sucks"
Skillet9886: neither
Skillet9886: like actual coherent sentences
Tom690009: like "Today, I wrote a paper."
Skillet9886: actually I'm writing about yesterday right now
Tom690009: so like
Tom690009: "yesterday, I saw Tom after the game. He was so sweet to me, he walked with me and talked with me. It really turned me on"
Skillet9886: yeah
Skillet9886: something like that
Tom690009: lol
Tom690009: dont lie to me!


One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 16 September :: 5.25 pm
:: Mood: blah

I felt like shit yesterday. Wasn't sick, just felt like shit. Depressed, I guess. I'm feeling a little better now. A little..

I woke up yesterday around 8:40 and decided to skip class. Then I thought about the C I got on my RTV test and went. Stupid Wildlife Issues. It's so pointless. After class I came back and went to sleep until noon, when I woke up, got my shit together, and went to Stats discussion. I forgot my calculator, but we didn't need it. So then after stats I went to lunch with Will, which was nice. I enjoy going out to lunch with him on Thursdays. We went to Tijuana Flats, which is always good. We finished lunch and he walked me over to Norman to find the Education Library, where my next class was meeting. That was soooo boring. We sat for an hour and a half learning how the online library system works. Then we had to do a little assignment on the computers there, which was really easy. The library lady was really nice, but still. We walked as a class back over to Little for the other hour and a half of class. We watched a video called Behind Closed Doors about the oppression of homosexuals at UF in the 50's. Yep. So after that class ended I called my mom on the way to chemistry. Chem is still stuff that I already know, but he goes really quickly. Hopefully it's not going to suddenly get into stuff that I have no idea about. Right now we're on calorimetry. I mean, we still have to do kinetics, equilibrium, acid/base, etc. Nevertheless..

Once chem ended I SNAPed over to the vet hospital to attend a prevet meeting. I think that's when my day started to go downhill. There were several people there with their dogs, one with a sun conure. There was a greyhound for adoption. It's just...*sigh* We had elections and then the professor of Animal Science spoke for a while about the vet school application process. It was reiterated to me how necessary it is for me to get a 4.0. And I have to get a job. Like next month. That really sort of irked me, because part of the reason I came to UF was so that I didn't have to get a job. I guess the financial bubble will be good though. The closer I get to it, the less confident I am that I will get into vet school. When they ask little kids what they want to do when they grow up, they don't say anything about what you have to do to get there. It's just going to be a very difficult four years. And then an even more difficult four years. And then the real world. I guess in a way I'm just kinda mad that my situation is so different from Will's. He does nothing, nothing. His extracurriculars include co-founding Student Poker Society. And he's not going to grad school, but he's going to make as much starting salary as I will ever make, and without the grad school loans. It's just frustrating I guess. I dunno.

So after the vet school meeting I was feeling rather blue, unsure about the future and missing my dog. I sat out in the common area and watched the Fresh Prince for a little bit with Nina, Hilary, and Connie, and then everyone went their separate ways to do work. I went on the computer for a bit and did...nothing. Then I went to bed and listened to Phantom on my discman.

I think I'll feel a lot better when I visit home Sasha. It's going to be such an awesome weekend. I'm going to go to the ATL football game and cheer on the bandos, then Saturday I'm going to see Phantom!! Mezzanine seats! It's going to be so fun! Sunday I'll go to the dog park I think, maybe out to lunch with some high schoolers. Then we'll come back Monday afternoonish. In time for chem class, hopefully. I have a list of things that I need to get when I go home, and it's like 15 things. Rediculous.

I've run out of things to say, so I guess I'll post more later. Or not.

One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 10 September :: 3.42 am

I'm thinking about just calling it quits on this journaling thing. I don't really think anyone reads it/cares.

1 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed | One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 9 September :: 12.36 am
:: Mood: loved kristen williams (emory) has written on your wall... Thu 09/08 1k queanh phan (fau) has written on your wall... Thu 09/08 1k jane li (uchicago) has written on your wall... Thu 09/08 1k molly lonergan (ucf) has written on your wall... Thu 09/08 1k andrea zarikian (texas arlington) has written on your wall... Thu 09/08 1k allison george has written on your wall... Thu 09/08 1k amar mandalia (umiami) has written on your wall... Thu 09/08 1k eun joo (northwestern) has written on your wall... Thu 09/08 1k elena rueda-de-leon (fau) has written on your wall... Thu 09/08 1k
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My email today. I feel loved. <3

I was sooooo worried about how my birthday was going to go, and it was rediculous. I thought maybe we would go out to dinner with a few people, and that would be it. Oh my goodness, was I ever wrong. Leave it to a birthday to make you feel loved and accepted. Not only did Nina, Rachel, Lauren and Peggy throw me a party last night with the whole floor. Not only did Will buy me lunch at Chipotle after stats. But today when I got home from chemistry, Hilary had ANOTHER cake and ANOTHER party in the commons area. My parents, in addition to sending me cookies shaped like dogs (and balloons) sent me five birthday cards. I don't know why, but they did. Two were from pets. One had a check to pay for my birthday dinner with will (which I will go to this weekend, I guess). Then I went out with Allison, Gabe, Angie, Anderson, James, Hilary, Tom, and Leah to Olive Garden to celebrate. They sang again and brought me another cake. I'm glad I'm not diabetic after the past two days. It's crazy!

My birthday present to myself was skipping Wildlife Issues and sleeping in until 10:30. Stats, lunch with will, Current Issues (where I got FIVE phone calls), chem, hilary's surprise party for me, dinner, poker with some guys on the floor, here. It was a fun day. One of my better birthdays. And the only birthday in a good long while where I actually feel older. 19 is old. But for the degree to which I was dreading my birthday, it really turned out well. I feel luffed. ^__^

One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 7 September :: 11.51 pm
:: Mood: chipper

Happy Birthday to me!
Today started off shitty, but ended up pretty good. Just a really crazy day. Woke up at 7:16. Yeah, I have a 7:25 class on Wednesdays. So I threw on some clothes and ran out the door, hauled ass over to Leigh, and got there about 7:33. I opened the door, and the room was completely empty. Looked on the board: "Chem 2045 First period discussion CANCELLED. Sorry!" Oh man. My legs hurt so bad from walking over there sooo fast. I was originally pissed off, but after a few minutes I was glad. It would have been worse had the class actually existed and I was 10 minutes late. So for once, after having a shitty yesterday, I looked on the bright side. And it could have been raining. That would have been worse. So on the way back to bed I called my dad to wish him a happy birthday before he went off to work. He seemed really surprised that I had called, and even moreso that I had called so early. So anyway, I got home and slept for an hour before my next class. Went to TV and American Society, discussed the fact that Kanye West said "George Bush doesn't care about black people" on the Hurricane Katrina telethon, and went back to my room.

I've been feeling kinda blue about my birthday, because even though I have a bunch of friends up here from high school, I'm still kinda finding my place up here. So I was just messing around after class, considering doing some stats or taking a nap, when the phone rang. I got a package!! It took me forever to figure out what it was, because all I saw was a box with balloons sticking out of it. But alas, my parents had sent me a thing from Cookies by Design, and it's all sorts of cookies shaped like dogs. The only problem is they're HUGE and iced, and there's like 6 of them. I'll share. Otherwise I'll have to throw them away, and that's bad. Anyway, so that brightened my day a bit.

After that I met Angie and Kristen over at the Reitz so we could go over and pick up our football tickets. Sort of. We were picking up Leah's and my tickets, and Angie's using Leah's ticket. Kristen was there ...just because. But she didn't come to the Swamp with us, she left from the Reitz. So the three of us went on over to the swamp and we got really good seats. Section 31, row 56. After we got the tickets we caught the bus to lakeside and had lunch over there. I took the bus back after lunch and did some work over at hume before going to the Equestrian Club meeting with Angie. It was good, but almost all of the people there were really experienced riders. I kinda just want to take lessons and play around, so I'm not sure how active I will be with the club. *shrug* Have to figure out where I'm going to get the money for lessons. I got back from the meeting and cooked myself some soup for dinner. Then we had a fire drill. So we went outside and stood out there across the street for like 20 minutes. Then I came back in and finished my dinner, went on dogster for a few minutes before Nina knocked on my door. She said oh, I have to talk to you, but I have to go get my phone first. I thought it was a little weird that she had to talk to me, but that's fine. As she was getting her phone, my phone rang, and I had to go downstairs and give Will the car keys. When I got back up, there were a lot of people in the common area/kitchen, especially for a wednesday night. So when I got about halfway down the hall they started singing. Surprise birthday party! Nina baked me a cake. ^_________^ It was so nice, and made me feel really good, especially since I had been kinda down about the whole birthday thing. I was glad to see that people that I have kinda weak relationships with right now really do consider me a friend and would go out of their way to spend all evening doing something nice for me. And the entire floor was out there singing. XD Just made me really happy.

So tomorrow's class schedule sucks, but it's ok...I'm really cheerful now about my birthday and everything. I'm hoping that I did this honors paper right. We'll find out tomorrow. I'm going out to lunch with Will in between Stats and Current Issues. Hopefully present. :) I love presents and packages, they're awesome. It can brighten up your whole day. Must remember to send more packages. After classes tomorrow we're rounding up the gang at Olive Garden to celebrate more. Should be a good time.

Scary thought for the day:
Lauren (12:00:57 AM): I'm old.
Will (12:01:23 AM): yes, kudos on that
Will (12:01:41 AM): now, together we're 40.
Will (12:01:43 AM): that's old.

One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 6 September :: 3.03 pm
:: Mood: N/A

Let's see. Where were we.

Friday night I went to the Black Greek Explosion with Leah and Anderson. Right from the very start it wasn't that great. Leah and I arrived at 5, like the website said, only to find out that it wasn't supposed to start until 7. So we went over to subway because Leah was hungry. We met this kid Josh in the subway line. He's in cicerones. I may try out for it in the spring. Don't think I'll get in, but what can it hurt? Then we went back over to the auditorium around 6:30. Not many people were there, but by the time they opened a door, there were hundreds of people crowded around it. They sent us to another door, and the mob of pushing people was just insane. I'm not claustrophobic with places, but I am with people. It was just body to body. Insane. The opened one door, and everyone shoved in for a free-for-all of finding seats. Luckily, we all managed to get seats, waaaay over on the right side of the auditorium. But it was all good, I was just glad we had seats. The show was pretty cool, but long, seeing as how it didn't start until 8:30 and we had been there since 5. Anderson helped me track down a teacher at the end, and then we just kinda hung out trying to figure out what to do. Anderson and I went and played mini golf, and then he walked me home. Saturday was craziness. People parked all over the grass and everywhere to tailgate.

Hilary's parents came over at 11, so we woke up around 10. Met her family, they're nice. Then around 2 we went over to Plaza of the Americas to tailgate. The amount of people that had poured into the city overnight was unbelievable. It was a nice gathering, lots of family and friends of Hilary. Her uncle apparently comes to every home game. He lives in Tampa. A big group of people walked over to Beatty to show Hilary's-uncle's-friend's-daughter what the dorm was like. When we arrived at Beatty I broke off from them to go find Will. I had just had my fill of hanging with a large group of people that I didn't know. Granted, Will was tailgating with the Greenbergs, but still. We went to watch the players come into the stadium, then headed back to plaza of the Americas. I introduced Will to Hilary's family, because he wanted a water, and then we met back up with the greenbergs. We watched the band warm up, and then followed the band to the stadium. It kinda made me want to do marching band again. After the band left we went into the O'Dome because apparently Mr Greenberg and/or Mr Deegan have huge alumni status. There was a volleyball game going on, in which we beat UC Santabarbara, and we got free drinks. The game was awesome. I sat with Allison and we had really good seats. Afterwards Allison, me, and a friend of hers had dinner at Subway in the Reitz and then went over to watch Madagascar at Gator Nights. It was pretty fun.

Sunday I slept in, and then Hilary, Dan, Nicole, Andy and I went over to the museum to see the FBI Files. They were really cool. That guy Mesches is crazy. Anyway, after that I was kinda planning to go out with that same group to dinner, but I had had enough of hanging out with other people's friends. I just wanted to hang out with my own friends. So I went over to Leah's and we ordered Chili's take out, which was really good. Then we went with Tom to go to see 40 Year Old Virgin, but it was sold out, AGAIN. So we went to blockbuster and rented Hide and Seek. It was good, but kinda creepy, and I knew the ending from the commercials. It was fun though to hang out with friends. I've been hanging out a lot with new people, and it's kinda getting old. I dunno. Sometimes I just like to have familiarity, and I wish that I already had a group of friends. I hate transitions. I keep on thinking how much better next year is going to be, but then I think that I'm wasting this whole time by thinking about that. This is only four years long, and I don't want to waste 25% of it by wishing it was closer to being over. Eh, I dunno. It's just...I knew I was going to miss my dog, but it's worse than I thought. Because I kept on telling myself I'd only be without her for a year, but these past two weeks have made me think that a year is a very long time. I just can't wait to go home in october and see her.

Anyway, where was I? Monday? Yesterday. Yesterday I woke up around 2:30 and started working on my chem OWL homework. I thought it was due at 5:00 yesterday, then the first page of the site said 11:59 yesterday. The second page of the site said 11:59 next monday. So I worked on it pretty much from the time I woke up until around 6, when I got ready to go over to Peter and Emil's appartment to watch the Miami FSU game. Both teams played horribly, which made for an exciting game, but I was happy because Burke brought her dog over. XD She's so cute! And I was playing with her for like three hours. I came home around midnight, and attempted to get some more chem done, but it wasn't happening. So I went to bed. I couldn't sleep at all last night. I wanted to start up the computer and write, but I couldn't really start it up because it was 2 AM and it makes loud noise. So I got out my Wildlife Issues notebook and just started writing. It's hard to write in the dark. I turned up the brightness of my high tech clock, but the light is blue, so I couldn't see the lines on the paper. It reminded me a lot of what Mesches said about the blacking out on the FBI Files. Really scattered...kinda followed my thoughts. Anyway, I plan on posting atleast some of it up here, but I have class in an hour, so I better get my shit together for that.

One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 31 August :: 5.42 pm

So today I got up before the sun rose. Yeah. It was friggin early. Stupid first period class. I walked all the way over to Leigh for my chem discussion, knowing fully that it was not worth the time. We have spent the last week in chem discussing conversions and what a mole is (Small furry woodland creature). So I got there about 7:10. Richard was in my class, and that was good. I like having someone I know in the smaller classes. Although.. when we went around the room saying our name and major, he introduced himself as "Ricky" and I thought it was strange. I talked to Allison later, and she said that he's been going by Ricky in college. So anyway, our TA walked in, a little groggy and a little grouchy, wanting to be there even less than myself. She went over AGAIN how to register our clickers, then talked about what an isotope is. She asked if we had any questions, and when no one did, she just let us go. At 7:34. We were in the class for 9 minutes. I had not planned on going back to the dorm after chem; I had brought a book to read over in Weimer before RTV started. But, as it was, I had two hours to waste. So I went back to my dorm, set my alarm for 9ish, and went to sleep. It was a nice hour nap, but then I had to get up for class. RTV was actually pretty interesting today. We got to listen to much of the War of the Worlds broadcast from 1938. This was the first time I had heard the actual broadcast, though I had heard a lot about it. Honestly, even though it's kind of funny, I can see how people were freaked out by it. They really went out of their way to make it seem like a normal news broadcast. And even hearing Orson Welles' disclaimer at the beginning, it kinda sounds like it got cut off by this newsflash alien invasion. Dunno, I just can understand why there was a panic. If you got a little freaked out, and called your friend, and they were freaked out, it would be a huge deal. Anyway, this class, like most of my others, is rediculously easy and total BS.

I read in The Alligator yesterday that they closed the Sinkhole. It made me sad on the inside.

Went with Allison to pick up our football tickets, and we got great seats! We also got free t-shirts. They're pretty cool.

Finished my Stats extra credit quiz. Still have a bit of reading to do for Current Issues, but not until after dinner.

One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 29 August :: 11.14 am
:: Mood: amused

Today started off normal enough....difficult to wake up, but I managed. Read the Alligator before class, then we talked about studies done to see the impact of movies on children. Wednesday we get to listen to the War of the Worlds broadcast, and that should be entertaining.

On the way back from class I stopped at the ATM at the Reitz to get some cash money, because my wallet was filled with receipts. I'm not exaggerating. I spent my last $7 on dinner last night. I decided to go over to the bookstore to pick up my clicker for chem class, and on the way I saw a sign for the poster sale, which I had forgotten was today. Rock! So I spent a few minutes perusing the posters. I got a nice Dave Matthews one (though I was disappointed that their Dave selection was so and one that had a picture of a tiger in the snow. I almost bought one of Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom in PotC, but...yeah, I didn't. I already spent $15 on these posters, and it was black and white, as is the Dave one. I think having 2 black and white posters will be worse than just the white walls. To be perfectly honest, I was a little embarassed even looking through that stack, since it was made up almost entirely of Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. Didn't want to make it worse by actually pulling a poster out. Heh. :-[

I debated whether to actually wait in line at the bookstore for the clicker, but I figured since I was over there, might as well. Apparently I had been postponing the inevitable, for in my quest to find a bookstore employee to find out where the clickers were, I ran into Ryan Merkel. Now, usually this would not be a good thing, but getting an opportunity to make fun of Merkel to his face brings a little sunshine to my day.

Context..this morning's Alligator featured an article called Kappa Sigma Breaks Ground. Kappa Sigma is the frat house that Merkel has been bragging for like a year about getting to help build. Some may recall the "I'm building frat houses in my spare time" conversation at the band concert. Well, this article caught my attention for a rather amusing quote.
Kappa sigma member Ryan Merkel is assisting Stevens in heading the construction. Merkel said they chose the property because of its location. "Being next to the sorority area would be beneficial, and there is no Fraternity Row land," he said.
So, running into him in the bookstore, I immediately brought up the article to break the silent awkward tension.
Me: "Oh, I read about you in the Alligator this morning."
Merkel (holding a Gainesville Sun Times): "Thank you, I'm in a few newspapers today. ...And they misquoted me in both."
Me: "Oh yeah, hahaha, I enjoyed the quote in the Alligator."
Merkel, explaining to his friend: "I said something about being near the sororities would be beneficial...." (to me) "But now everyone at UF will think I'm a huge horn dog."
Me (yes, I was wondering where the term horn dog came from too...but it's a direct quote.): "And that's different from yesterday how?"
Merkel: "Oh shut up." As his friend laughed hysterically..

It was just a good moment. I love when he walks right into those things. Just makes it so easy.

I eventually got my clicker, and still have to register it online. On my way back from the bookstore Theodore, our resident Alligator, was out sunning himself. May have just eaten, or perhaps simply warming up for the day. He's getting really big. When I saw him in January he was pretty small, but now he's up to a good 4-5 feet. I'm concerned that Graham Pond may be becoming a bit too small for him. Well, he can probably live there for atleast another 2 years or so. I want to go down there with my camera. I could get some awesome shots with my new (I still consider it new) lens. I just don't want to look like a moron. Maybe I need to worry less about what passerbys think. If I can convince someone to go with me then I'll go. I suppose if Theodore gets too big and he can climb up over the wall thing they'll move him to Lake Alice. They legally can't kill him, because Graham Pond is a wildlife sanctuary. Anyway...just random thinking on my way back from class.

I think now I'm going to take a nap, since my next class isn't until 6:15. Maybe if I wake up in time I'll go down and do some laundry, now that I have a few ones.

One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 28 August :: 5.12 pm
:: Mood: sleepy

Yesterday was a lot of fun too. Let's see....I woke up a little after 2, then went out shopping with Will. I had to get some things at Publix and I also needed to return my chem 2046 books and get a chem 2045 book. The thing that sucks is there's this thing called OWL included with the book that has a registration code and whatnot, so you can't buy the book used. Well, I guess you could, but it's less expensive to get a new book than it is to get a used book and purchase an OWL separately. New chem books are $164. Boo. Luckily, Will, the master of finding cheap books, saw an opened book sitting on the shelf. Inside the front cover, an unopened OWL. The book was marked used, but was clearly just opened, because the OWL was unopened. Opened chem book, $123. Saved $41. So then after returning the other books, it only cost me $78 more for this book. I think I have all my books now except one for my honors class and my stats book. I still have not decided whether or not I'm going to actually buy the stats book. It says in the syllabus that you need the 5th edition, which means you have to buy it new for $112, and that it comes with a CD of some sort. I'm hoping that you don't actually need the CD for any sort of grade-y reason. Because I am so done with spending money on books. I have spent probably $250 so far. And I still have to buy that honors book from the publisher, and subscribe to a magazine for $45. I feel like Charlie Brown. UGGGGHH!

Anyway, after the bookstore I went to Publix and spent another $50 buying groceries. :( College is so expensive. I am just really getting tired of worrying about it. Like I spent so much time thinking about how free it was to go to UF, and it's not free at all! Just because I'm not paying tuition and rent doesn't mean I'm not spending money. This is a new concept.

When I got home I went out to dinner with Hilary and some of her friends from high school. We went to Moe's and I had a really good burrito. "This burrito is good, but it is filling." When we got back we went over to the Westside and played Cranium. I was on a team with Andrew and Tory, and we lost. Miserably. But that's ok. They decided to go bowling, and I declined an invitation to join. I think I had just reached my limit. I like meeting new people, but it's hard to hang out when I'm the only new person there. They all know each other from high school, and it's difficult to really be part of the group. So I just decided to come back to the dorm and see what would arise over here. I was watching a bit of Phantom of the Opera and talking to my mom when Nina, Rachel, Lauren, and Peggy went out into the kitchen to bake a cake. Usually when they go out to bake a large portion of the floor shows up and we have a good time, so I decided to join them. David came out, and we asked him about his life story. Somehow one thing led to another, and he suddenly jumped up, got really excited, and said "Do you guys want some balloon animals?" It's even funnier, though, because David is from Moscow and has a pretty thick russian accent. So we were like...sure. Apparently he had a job making balloon animals at restaurants, and he's really good! Let's see..first he made a monkey for Nina (a monkey that had swallowed a coconut...very cool), he made a heart with two doves sitting on it for Melanie, he made a Harley Davidson for Laura's boyfriend, he made Sangni an octopus, he made Lauren a butterfly, Peggy a flower, and he made Rachel something...I don't remember what it was. He made me a really cool palm tree with a monkey in it. ^_^ I put it on top of my desk lamp. I have pictures, but I forget how to put them in the journal. Maybe snapfish. Hehe, people are out in the hallway now talking about what David made them.

So after we ran out of balloons, we kinda sat around the common room talking for a few hours. Me, one of Nina's Brown friends, Hilary, David, and Sangni got into a pretty heated argument about religion and poker. By the end of it I was ready to kill Sangni. I just can't stand it when people say everything as if it's fact. He's one of those people that doesn't even consider the possibility that he might be wrong. It was awful. He thinks he's an expert on like everything. Argh.

Went to bed at like 4:30, and woke up around 12, after my alarm rang for an hour, to go to the SHO BBQ. It wasn't that fun, but it was good free food. I hung out there for about an hour with Kristina Chechotka, and we talked about stuff. After I came back Kris and I played some chess, and he kicked my butt. I am sooo rusty.

Right now I'm gonna go out into the common area and watch the Laguna Beach marathon. Should be interesting.

One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 27 August :: 2.08 am
:: Mood: hopeful

Kind of on a high from a fun evening.

I took a nap after class, because I was really tired from yesterday. I'll get into what happened yesterday after I explain what happened today. So I woke up Will woke me up shortly after two to look up a phone number for him. He still has no internet. I resisted the urge to go back to sleep and stayed up. I went to Orange and Blue textbooks with Hilary and her friends to pick up some stuff for classes. When we got back she went to temple with her friends, and I haven't seen her much since. Honestly, that's fine with me. I've talked to Rachel about this a few times. It's not that I don't like Hilary. We get along fine. It's just that a lot of times when I come home I hope she's not in here. I just think I'm really independent, and it's hard to be with someone constantly. I just like to be able to sit at my computer or watch TV or listen to music without worrying if it's too loud, or whatever. Again, it's absolutely nothing personal against her, it's totally me. Luckily, she likes to stay out late, so most nights she doesn't come home until I'm asleep.

After she left I went out into the Kitchen where Phil, Sagni, Nina, Jon and George were. Apparently Sagni had rolled a black and mild, and was totally toasted. He had the munchies worse than anyone I had ever seen. By the time I got out there he had made two bags of popcorn, and was using both microwaves in the kitchen to simultaneously pop two more bags. He was shoveling that popcorn so fast into his mouth, and Phil was just losing it. He thought it was the most hilarious thing he'd ever seen. It was sooo fun hanging out in there because it was just so funny. Sagni regaled us with stories of his former career as a professional poker player. Some people left to the gym I think. I don't remember. But anyway, Nina, Sagni, Kris and I went into Nina's room and watched American Pie. Rachel came home, and we ordered some five star. Good deal, large pizza, garlic rolls, and a 2 liter soda for $13. And they deliver right to the dorm. Excellent. Afterwards we sat around and talked a bit, then decided to go out. We wanted to go bowling, but we recruited a lot of people along the way who wanted to go to the midnight breakfast over at the Reitz. There was a large line. But it was fun. It was me, Nina, Rachel, Stefan, George, Lauren, Peggy, and another group of people who sat at another table. We had an awesome time sitting there talking until we got kicked out by the cops. We got home at about two and went into George and Stefan's room to listen to George's crazy song about Kentucky. "Where the sky is blue and the grass is too." It was just a really fun day. Very college-y. Now I'm just kinda sitting here watching Family Guy.

Yesterday was not so much fun. I walked all over the campus about 8 times going to and from class, and trying to track down an advisor to switch my chem class. Luckily I got the class. The only problem is I have first hour wednesday discussion. It's ok, it's only one day. Thursdays are freaking busy though. I think it won't be so bad once the classes actually start taking up their allotted time, but right now they end so early that I can't just sit around, because it's so hot. So I walk back home for an hour, then walk back out to my next class. I have four classes Thursdays, one of which is three hours long.

Anyway, I'm going to go to bed, so I'm not so exhausted tomorrow.

One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 24 August :: 11.08 pm
:: Mood: frustrated

What are you pretending not to know?

One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 22 August :: 2.21 am
:: Mood: content

This morning Hilary and I both slept in till about 11:30. Makes sense, since we were out late and talked until 3 AM. Ah well, that's college. ^.^ Gabe called me when Hilary and I were contemplating breakfast/lunch, so he drove over to hume, and we all walked to Gator Corner dining. It was good food, but it was $6.90. I don't have a meal plan, so boo. I stole an apple in my purse, which I am currently eating. That means I can save my other three apples that I bought for another time. It's very pragmatic.

When we got back from Gator Corner we hung out in our room for a bit and listened to some music, talked, went online. Gabe was very impressed with my new fuzzy pillow. It's wonderful. Gabe left at about 2:30 to hang out with his friend Alex, and Hilary and I left with her friend Nicole to go to the Harn Art museum to hear this crazy artist talk. His work is a little crazy. It's all circus themed stuff about politics. It's very dark and scary. But Friday he has a show at the University Art Museum that features his FBI files. Apparently he wrote to the FBI for three years, then in 2000 they finally sent him his file, which was 780 pages long. They had been following him for 23 years because he was in this thing called Peace, which was affiliated with the Communist party. He mentioned that he had worked in hollywood for a while in the 50's, and I think he was blacklisted. So cool. But yeah, he found out all these people in his life who had actually been working for the FBI. Students, neighbors, lovers. It was crazy. So we want to go over there Friday and see his show based on that.

After the art museum Will and I did some shopping. We first looked around for a microwave, and on the way I bought a new wallet thing that I've been looking for (that ended up being $13...grr), a shower rod that actually fits the closet opening, a ream (reem?) of paper, and cutips (you forget the randomest things going to college). We finally ended up at Walmart for a second time to buy the microwave. It's decent. After Walmart we went to McAlister's for dinner. Yay for $6 dinner. And for free refills on the sweet tea. Then we went to publix, and I failed my goal of keeping it under $50. It was $52.34. But I bought many groceries for many different meals. I may eat breakfast and dinner. I was excited also to buy lunch meat. It just feels so officially here to have bought food. Feels less temporary. I still have some groceries to buy, like to make real food, but I want to wait until I'm more settled and have an idea of what I want to cook. Right now I'm trying to make it to Wednesday and find where all my classes are. Will is taking me tomorrow to find them. I finally gave in and dropped that education class, Human Growth and Development. I don't know why I was so scared to do it, it's I get paranoid about important things and I was afraid that like I'll want to drop another class and won't be able to, or I would accidentally drop the wrong class, or something dumb would happen. I need to become more sure of myself. On a lighter note, I am pleasantly surprised at my ability to be social. I was a little concerned that I would be too shy, but I say hi to people who leave their doors open and sometimes go sit out in the common area to meet people.

After shopping we went to Will's appt to make his bed and just get some loose ends tied up over there, and also to put away the meat and milk he bought at publix. Then we came over to Hume to unload my stuff and get my groceries put away. I went downstairs to meet some ATL people. Saw Allison, Kristina, Tom, Anderson, and Kyu Lana. They were going bowling, so I only talked to them for a minute, then Will and I left to meet Peter at the movies. We wanted to see 40 Year Old Virgin, but there was an enormous amount of people at the theater and the show sold out 40 minutes before it was starting. Will and Peter wanted to go rent something, but I brought up the option of going to the other theater to see Wedding Crashers. They apparently hadn't thought of that, because it makes too much sense. The other theater was like deserted. We got in and got seats no problem. It was so weird. Anyway, the movie was good. Again.

When I got back I had planned to go to sleep early (note: it is now 3:10) after spending a bit of time on the computer. I left my door open though, and heard a bunch of people outside playing cards. I really love my room location. I'm the first room after the common area. So if I leave my door open while I'm in here doing stuff, if anything interesting is going on out there I can hear it. Earlier this afternoon I went out and watched a bit of Reservoir Dogs with some people. I forget their names. Anyway, I ended up playing cards (mostly Texas Hold 'Em) with...let's see if I can remember: Chris, George, Holly, Melissa?, Jon (no h), Stefan, David, and Dan. Wow, I did really well remembering all their names. I remember what they look like, so I figure if I write their names down I can recognize them in the hall or whatever. They're all on my floor except Holly. We played poker for a good long while, and I held my own. I ended up winning a few pots. It was fun. We got yelled at by our RA for violating quiet hours, but instead of leaving like she told us to we just spent the rest of the time quietly bitching about her. Apparently her boyfriend is really annoying. I dunno, I've seen him around. The point is, we had a good time despite her. I was glad that I skipped out bowling with the ATLers. When 40 Year Old Virgin was sold out I was a little disappointed and thought I had made a bad decision to not go with them, but it turned out really fun.

I think tomorrow I'm going furniture shopping with Will to finish furnishing his bedroom, and trying to figure out my schedule. Other than that, I don't know. At this point, I'm just glad that I have cottage cheese so I'm not hungry in the morning. ^_^

One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 13 August :: 11.06 pm
:: Mood: frustrated

Computer Escapades
Exploratory mission to Best Buy to look at computers was futile. I went to Circuit City to check things out, and found the HP 4150 that was in my price range, the right size, right specs, etc. Went home and talked to the 'rents about my findings.

Went back to Best Buy to see what their price on the 4150 was, and if they had other computers that I liked, but I was pretty set in HP. Found the 4150 and then found out that the 4170 was $50 cheaper after all the rebates and whatnot. Asked if it was in stock, of course it wasn't. So the guy told me there were 2 in transit and that they would be in tomorrow.

Went over with my mom to purchase the 4170. Still wasn't in stock, but the guy said it would be in Tuesday at the latest. So we went ahead and paid for it, got all the antivirus software, the service plan, everything. Waited all weekend for them to call, then decided to take matters into my own hands.

Called Best Buy to try to see if my computer had come in. Their phones were apparently down, so I just drove over there. Talked to Vince, who told me whoever had taken my order screwed up, and hadn't actually ordered the computer. He called up Aventura and had them ship one up on the shuttle, and told me it would be in by friday. I told him I was leaving Monday, so I really needed to have it. He said it would be in before Monday no problem.

Called Best Buy and actually got an answer. The guy checked to see if it had come, and of course, it had not. He said it would definitely, definitely be in tomorrow.

Called with no answer for a while after picking up my dad and brother from their trip to Las Vegas. Went over with my mom at about noon with the intention of causing a scene and/or making a fuss. Talked to Jeul, who said that the computer was definitely on the shuttle, which usually comes in at 10 but was running late. He tried to see if I was interested in getting a comparable computer at the same price, but I was kinda leaning against that. I had taken a long time to choose this computer, and I just wanted what I bought. Jeul gave me his cell phone number and said he would call me within an hour. My mom kind of hinted that I had been to the store a million times before and used the term "compensated for our trouble." Jeul gave us a $25 gift card. Not bad, but still not a laptop.
Did some shopping in the meantime and got home around three. Called Jeul twice with no answer. At five I decided to go back over there. Before I left I found the Sony Vaio and Toshiba models with similar specs to my HP computer that I bought. Jeul told me when I got there that the shuttle had not come and was very interested in exploring other options. Long story short, after looking at a few different computers (they tried to stick me on a 17" HP with a Pentium 4 processor...gross) I ended up with a Sony Vaio. It had less hard drive space (80 GB instead of 100 GB with HP) and had half the RAM. It was, though, $250 more than the HP one. Jeul said that he would upgrade the memory to 1 GB, the same amount that was in the HP. I was a little hesitant to make the switch to Sony, since I didn't really know anything about it. But eventually I decided that having a computer that was comparable to the one I wanted was better than having no computer. I know my roommate has a vaio, and she loves it. So I agreed to get this one, and they reduced the price so it's the same as the one I bought. All in all, it was a pretty good deal. I asked Yuval (Best Buy employee who was in my first grade class at Del Prado) which he would take if the vaio and HP were the same price, and he said hands down the vaio. That made me a little more comfortable. He's been really nice this whole time. So I got the Vaio with upgraded memory and the software installed.
In the middle of checking out I called my brother to tell him what was up, and my dad called me back like 5 minutes later. He was like if I were you I wouldn't touch a vaio. And I was like why not? He said the only reason they're willing to lower the price for you is because they can't give them away. I was just like that's not true at all. They were doing me a huge favor making that computer the same price, and they lost $150 on it. So I was kinda pissed for a while that he would call after I made a decision and tell me what a crappy decision I made. We have been fighting like this whole summer about my computer because he won't let me just make the damn decision. It wouldn't be so bad if he had any idea what he was talking about. I spent like an hour with him telling me the differences between a "laptop" and a "notebook" and how laptops have pentium 4 processors and are cheaper and anything with a centrino processor is a notebook and is more expensive. It's just rediculous, because notebook is just what laptops are called now! It makes me so angry that he just rolls off everything as fact when he has no idea what the hell he's saying, then tries to base MY decisions off of his BS!

Ok, enough random ranting for the night. I'm just frustrated. But I'm happy now that I have a computer and it's working and it's actually in my possession. *sigh*

2 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed | One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 28 July :: 10.36 pm
:: Mood: sleepy

Stolen from Kristen
Bold the ones that apply to you....Out of 500 how much are you BANDO??

1.When you hear music and start marking time
2.When you can't stand to be out of step with
the person you're walking with
3.When you attempt to figure out the time
signature and (or) tempo of every song you listen to.

4.When you DO figure the time signature
5.When all your friends are in band
6.When you're a master at changing seats on a school bus without being seen
7.When you are seen changing seats on the bus and don't care
8.When you don't mind changing in the practice rooms--even though they have windows
9.When you point out key changes and dynamics while listening to music

10.When every guy/girl you're crushing on is in band
11.When you no longer mind (or when you like) wearing your uniform
12.When you spend more time with your section than you do with your family
13.When you actually like the people in your section

14.When you ACCIDENTALLY start calling your director "dad" and you don't bother to stop and correct yourself
15. When being molested by band members is a normal way of life.
16.When you start healing fast from injuries caused by practicing guard members
17. When "armed guard" means a woman with a flag instead of a guy with a gun
18. When band camp is FUN (This one time, at.........shut the hell up.)
19. When you miss riding the busses
20. When you've figured out every possible way to get comfortable/sleep on a bus (This one is not only from band, but from 6:25 bus pickup)

21.When you finally realize that the school busses are actually more comfortable than the charter buses
23. When your instrument has a name (I forget what it was...Krystle's was Michael)
24. When you remember your instrument's name better than your own (see above)
25. When you can make brown shoes look white (or black look shiny...) (Windex!)
26. When you know how to make your uniform fit (Yay for Mrs. Evan's Mom!)

27. When you can get comfortable in your uniform
28. When you'd rather NOT change out of your uniform after a game/performance (Or at the NY Philharmonic??)
30. When everyone else is mesmerized by the game, and you're wondering "when are we gonna play a cadence?"
31. When you no longer find sight reading to be too big of a challenge
32. When your favorite thing to practice is sight reading
33. When you can sight read while the people in your surroundings are making up their own notes
34. When you can put on your uniform in 2 minutes or less
35. When you can put on your uniform in 2 minutes or less...on a school bus
36. When marching season ends and you start to miss hauling all that pit equipment--AND getting yelled at 'cause it always took too long to get everything out onto the field (Pit rocks my socks)
37. When you could easily write a book entitled "1001 excuses for being late to morning practice" (...We don't have morning practice, but the thought is there.)
38. When you've become so good at being late you no longer need that book
39. When it no longer hurts to be hit upside the head with a flag
40. When you count down the days 'till band camp (Only this year, so I can go back and visit with slushies)

41. When you've learned just as much, or more, about manners and proper conduct from you band director
42. When you are constantly humming your show songs
43. When all you talk about is marching band (This used to be true)
44. When you have a website dedicated to marching band
45. When you have more than 5 shirts with something related to band or your section on it (Wearing my Doors shirt right now)
46. When you find yourself watching taped competitions on TV
47. When you're bored in class, so you mark time and go through the show in your head

48. When your only goal in life is to become a section leader, field captain, or drum major (I was copy wench, and that was as much power as I wanted.)
49. When someone says something that sounds like "atten-hut" or "attention", you become rigid and quiet, snapping to attention
50. When you can easily rattle off 10 reasons why band kicks ass
51. When you talk to your band director online
52. When you know how to play all the instruments in your band
53. When you're at the band room more than your house (At least during marching season)
54. When you call the period of time in which you practice, perform, and compete "The Season" or "Marching Season" (See above)

55. When you write a list like this
56. When you critique other bands' performances at competitions
57. If you're reading this
58. If your best memories are all related to band
59. When you see a broken Popsicle stick and immediately think it's a reed

60. When your boyfriend/girlfriend is in the band
61. When you identify people by what instrument they play (I learn faces to instruments before names)
62. When you refer to people as the instrument they play

63. When your ambition is to date your drum major (Um, Robbie???? Not after he dated Vanessa!)
64. When you've actually dated your drum major
65. When you've dated everyone in the guard and you would do it again
66. When you're dating band people because no one else will date you
67. When your favorite fantasy includes stripping out of a band uniform (That's just weird.)
68. When you want to see Justin Timberlake in a band uniform
69. When you come back to the high school you graduated from to pick up hott band guys
70. When you pick up guys from other bands
71. When suddenly hot kinky band sex doesn't disturb you as much as it should/used to
72. When you play band music from years before
73. When you can actually tolerate listening to music from shows years past
74. When you listen to a college bands CD compulsively

75. When you memorize your music in 15 minutes or less
76. When you play in the pit orchestra of the school play just for the sake of playing music
77. When you've tried to pick up guys in your band uniform
78. When you've worn your uniform to a wedding
79. When you've worn your uniform to a funeral
80. When you think YOURE the cool-looking one at the football game (Green Power Ranger!)
81. When you're only pictures of you show you in your band uniform. (I have band pics all over my room)
82. When you've dated your instrument
83. When you call the bandroom "home"
84. When you've snuck into your schools music room just to get stuff for your instrument (Long story...)
85. When you never have to ask for supplies (I was the librarian!)
86. When people ask you for supplies (See above)

87. When you download MP3s of your show because you love the music so much
88. When you write Midis (or .MUS files) of your show music
89. When you can kick any football players ass
90. When you think YOU have the best seats in the house
91. When you arrive more than two hours ahead of time for football games when you don't even have to (We just never went home)

92. When you join your churches orchestra just to play music because you cant stand not having a musical activity for more than 30 days
93. When you don't remember your boy/girlfriend's birthday but remember everything from the opener of your freshman year
94. When every time you drive by somewhere, you remember a band competition. (Every time I go to Barnes and Noble I think of Calvacade Junior year. ^_^)
95. When people ask about your social life and you respond: "Oh, you mean marching band?"
96. When you remember every fast food place around a competition

97. When people worry when they see you without your instrument
98. When making a line is your biggest accomplishment of the day (Even more true now that I'm a camp counselor...)
99. When you have a neck strap/harness tan line (haha, saxamaphones!)
100. When you don't try to hide the fact that you are in band
101. When you know not only your part, but also everyone else's too

102. When barry sax players actually start to make sense (Never!)
103. When you can make this list longer
104. When you get the jokes on this list
105. When your instrument is worth more than your car
106. When you know "Louie, Louie" and have a personal grudge against him
107. When you can think of more than one reason to stop by the band room on your way to class (It's where my car was! And my books, and my lunch, and my friends)
108. When you believe that the band sings better than the choir
109. When the band does sing better than the choir
110. When upon emptying your pockets you can find either a screwdriver, drum key, water bottle, valve oil, slide grease, cork grease, etc. (All of the above?)
111. When you think parades are "F-U-N!" (Jump on the bridge!)
112. When you can get anywhere in 12 steps or less

113. When you start to mark time to church hymns
114. When your only friends are in band
115. When you make up cadences in church that sound good in your head, but would sound like crap on paper
116. When you value your instrument more than your classic 70 chevelle
117. When you treat your instrument better than your little sister
118. When your family understands musical terminology
119. When every email you get is band related or from someone in band
120. When you've traded email addresses with everyone in band, twice
121. When your address book is made up of people from band
122. When you dream about doing basics and relish those early morning practices of marching back and forth
123. When you actually laugh at your conductor's jokes (Corny old man humor)
124. When you write an email about being a band nerd and it gets so big AOL won't let you send it
125. When you carry valve oil and your instrument doesn't even have valves
126. When you complain because the music isn't difficult enough for you
127. When you listen to a soloist on a c.d. and complain because they are out of tune, don't have a good sound, or can't keep a steady tempo (I do that ALL THE TIME!)
128. When you can recognize key changes on the radio in the middle of a song (again, all the time)
129. When you can do that with time changes also
130. When you begin to recognize when your band director is being sarcastic and when he's not
131.When tone quality has meaning to you.

132. When you actually try to understand/do everything on this list so you can be a bigger band nerd.
133. When it becomes a competition in the band.
134.When some one asks you a question you have the urge to "yes mam" or "yes sir"
135. When band practice is called off you and your section go to Beef 'o bradys
136.When you know your top competitors in your area by name and grade.
137. Your still singing your first solo and ensemble piece from 6th grade.
138. When this list reaches you more than 3 times in one day.
139. The oboe player in your band can actually play in tune (One of them, at least)
140. You have dreams about marching band

141. You stay in the stands at 3rd quarter just to be with your instrument
142. You have contest music on you cell phone ringer
143. You have a musical cover for your cell phone or school books.
144. After hearing the end of any song, you say "And one" in time with the music and then snap down your instrument--regardless of whether you have one or not
145. You fight over new plumes (I make freshmen cry.)
146. You buy bogus patches to put on your letter jacket
147. Your alphabet consists of ABCDEFG--nothing else really matters
148. You have trouble counting--every time you get past 8, you have to start over again
149. Your favorite sentences are Every Good Boy Does Fine and Good Boys Do Fine Always (Empty Garbage Before Dad Flips)
150. You capitalize the name of your instrument

151. You talk to, sing to, or pet/stroke your instrument before performance
152. Your instrument has a name
153. When you believe there should be college level classes entitled "Porter Philosophy--who needs Dr. Phil anyway?
154. When your band director tells you to put something under your pillow so you might memorize it, and you actually do (Osmosis!)
155. When you rank people on how dedicated to band they are--the higher on the list, the better you like them
156. You get really irritated when people march off step. (grr)

157. If you've ever made a floral arrangement for band director
158. You've had your name carved into a practice room wall by someone you've dated.
159. You've claimed a practice room and get very angry if anyone else tries to play in it
160. You recognize people better by the backs of their head than you do by their face
161. You take a semi-strange word that band director says in practice, become obsessed with it, and say it all the time (PRACTICE! How do you work this gizmo?)
162. You would never consider not sitting with band people at lunch (Eat in the band room every day)

163. If you ever have commented on how nice band director'slegs are
164. When you hear that someone in band has a new boyfriend/girlfriend, the first thing you ask if "What do they play"
165. You stay up till 1 in the morning just to see your halftime show
166. You aren't quite sure what to do with your time when you don't have practice

167. When someone asks you what time it is, you answer "its go time Mr. Lerner"
168. Every clock or watch you own is set 5 minutes fast (To be early is to be on time)
169. You want to kill the person that invented "Posture Perfect Chairs"
170. You know how fix your instrument with only a pencil
171. You firmly believe in the power of duct tape
172. The only thing you use highlighters for is to mark your music

173. When you can finish band director's jokes, or come up with the answer before he says it
174. When you know how to fix and take apart every instrument.
175. When you know exactly how much difference there is in time between you and band director's watch
176. When you can pull a piece of music off the shelf in the library faster than band director can (SO much music he had no idea was in his office.)

177. When you ARE the drum major
178. -
179. When you know the people in First Note by name, and they know you, and what school your from
180. When you start conducting the songs on the radio
181. When you actually do change in a stadium in front of 100s of people and don't care
182. When you know everybody else's music as well as your own
183. Could drive yourself to South Fork with your eye's closed we've been there so many times
184. When you baby sit the band director's kids
189. When you actually understand what it means when band director says that the most important thing is posture, air, and emboucher
190. When your band director adds on to this list.
191. When he understands this list as well as you do.
192. When you use your cleaning rod as a hair accessory.
193. When you can tell what a person plays by looking at them (Always a fun game the first day of band camp)
194. When you try to guess what pit players are really double reed players ^___^

195. When you try to guess what the color guards of other bands are gunna do.
196. When you try to guess what the drum major(s) play
197. When you figure it out.

198. When your instrument has its own little place at your house.
199. When your parents know where that place is.
200. When you own a shirt with your instrument on it.
201. When you can finger your music on a pencil.
202. When you're found doing it all the time in the middle of class. (Percussion disease is NOT crabs!)

203. When you carry a metronome/ tuner with you always.
204. When you subdivide all of your music even when you dont have to.
205. If you can estimate a tempo and always be right.
206. When 32nd notes are no longer scary.
207. When you laugh cause someone asks what they are or how to count them.
208. When you can correctly identify the difference in a marimba, xylophone, vibraphone and bells. (And can play them all!)
209. When you can identify their proper mallets. (Use the BRASS mallets on the bells, dammit!)
210. When you know the difference in the pink, yellow, and blue marimba mallets other than their color.
211. When your friends get excited about this list.

212. When you write add-ons in the middle of classes.
213. When you can tell any tempo just by looking at your watch.
214. When you actually practice at home.
215. When you complain about people not turning off the practice room lights because they are wasting electricity.
216. When you think of your practice room as your very own room.
217. When youve decorated it. (We decorated the library...that counts.)
218. When you have actually slept in it.
219. When it feels more like home than your house does.
220. When you assume people understand you because you're in band
221. When you can link skittles and tubas together.
222. When you're constantly rolling your feet.
223. When the highlight of your Friday night is playing your instrument in the heat at a football game instead of going to a party. (Used to be)
224. When your band director emphasizes to bring your music to the game and he forgets the playbook.

225. When you know your band directors favorite soda.
226. When you know what your band directors does on the weekend. (So many pointless stories)
227. When you understand the threat of having a tuba or cymbals in a thunderstorm.

228. When you have 3 or more band classes.
229. When band is the highlight of your day
230. When band is your day.
231. When attention feels natural to you
232. When you stand in line for stuff at at-ease.
233. When your non band friends know just as many things to add as you
234. When you realize the only reason yall are friends is because they used to be in band
235. When you like one of your teachers cause he used to be in band.
236. When everyone else agrees.

237. When you vote on a president because you liked what instrument he used to play. (I would have voted for Clinton even though he was a sax...if people would have paid more attention to that fact, they would have seen the affair coming.)
238. When you don't vote because they were never in band.
239. When you make that your protest against them
240. When you can determine the pitch of a car horn.
241. When you complain because the word band isn't big enough on your letterman jacket.
242. When you can't see your letterman jacket for all the band patches.
243. When the jam block dies.
244. When doctor beat dies (It was stolen once too)
245. When they die in the same week.
246. When they die in the same day.
247. When your band director's quotes actually get a page in the yearbook.
248. When your banddirector knows exactly who you are, what you play and what you want as soon as you walk in.
249. When you subdivide to the songs on the radio.
250. When you came back to school during the last period of the day just for band.

251. When you come back just for after school practice even though your excused from it
252. When people ask you to describe yourself and you start talking about your band accomplishments.
253. When everyone knows all your accomplishments for that reason.

254. When music literally begins to speak to you.
255. When you and your entire section begin to think oddly alike.
256. When your still reading this list.
257. When you know exactly how many people are in each section. (We had lists in the library....soooo many copies)
258. When you know their names.

259. When you secretly want to learn to play the sousaphone.
260. When you CAN keep time to the drum solo. (Only when I'm in it)
261. When all the clarinet players resemble each other. (Sadly, even I have to admit this...the underclassmen all blend together)

262. When you actually care about having perfect attendance to practices.
263. When marching band is more fun than concert band
264. When you have actually played so long your lips have given out and you have ended up spitting all over yourself.
265. When you actually warm up and down before playing.
266. When your section has sleepovers or parties.

267. When your sectionals are called sextionals
268. When the rest of the band wants to join your flute sextional.
269. When they actually don't mind.
270. When you find yourself referring to people as their band nicknames
271. When you have stayed in the band hall till 6 or 7 at night just to practice your part
272. When that doesn't seem weird to you.
273. When you're upset because you haven't gotten the opportunity to do that.

274. When you have pretended to be the timpani because you thought someone was breaking into the band hall.
275. When you know exactly what a hair off the line is.
276. When the sun is brightly shining and not a cloud in the sky but you still hope for rain to cancel band practice.

277. When you and your section leader do a dance to get it to rain.
278. When it actually works.
279. When you have almost memorized the drill team feature dance.
280. When you perfect the dance in your spare time.
281. When the entire drum line and trumpet section have the color guard show down better than the color guard.
282. When you miss the parade trying to figure out a reason not to go.
283. When you see five bass drums and think leapfrog.
284. When you have seen the bass drums play leapfrog.
285. When you always have a pencil on standbye.
286. When you can fix your hair with mallets in a matter of seconds without a mirror.

287. When it actually looks decent.
288. When you can reassemble the pit equipment in a matter of minutes. (That poor dying marimba)
289. When you can reassemble it faster than you can unassemble it. (Nearly impossible since most of it kinda....falls apart)
290. When you cry over the loss of Dr. Beat. (Stoneman-in-a-box!)
291. When off the top of your head you can list at least 25 things that could be used perversely off or from instruments in the band.
292. When you know the origin of your instrument. (IB Music..)
293. When you have learned your part and you've also leaned the 2nd and third parts. (We liked sharing)
294. When you can tell the difference between English and French horns. (Who can't? o.0)
295. When you have never actually gotten them confused in conversation.

296. When you can tell Mr. Porters "I amused by Ricky" smile from his shut up one
297. If you have ever seen his "I am truly amused" smile.
298. When you understand that this list will never be completely finished.
299. When you realize that band is really just a big conspiracy that even band people are left out of.
300. When you're not left out of the conspiracy

301. When the color red turns you on.
302. When you type a page of these a day.
303. When Atlantic's band is better than Wellington. (ROCK!)
304. When you want your own band nickname. (Skillet!)
305. When the football team actually wins a game.

306. Then when you realize you have no idea how the game of football works but only when the fight song needs to be played. (I spent a good deal of time telling the drum majors when the fight song needed to be played)
307. When you can conduct better than the drum majors.
308. When you, in your spare time, come up with new salutes for them.
309. When you know the name of Mrs. Crocco's cat. (We've been to her house like three times)
310. When you're not really sure how you get there but when you're lost you always find yourself in the band hall.
311. When you have spent an entire Saturday in the band hall.
312. When you would do it again.
313. When you can identify yourself with your music stand.
314. When you know what all of your section is doing all weekend.
315. When it's because they are with you.
316. When your parents know everyone in your sections name.
317. When you know everyone in your sections marching #.

318. When you have actually gotten a splinter on your tongue from a reed.
319. When you have to get a job just to buy the reeds that you go through.
320. When you thought the show "The Young and the Restless" was a show about the battle between freshman and the rest of the band.
321. When you cried when you found out it wasn't.
322. When you still refuse to believe it.
323. When you know the pitch that every glass in your kitchen will make if you fill it half full.
324. You realize that no-one in the band really knows their music as well as they should but yet it doesn't bother them as much as it bothers you.
325. If you have actually referred to a director as a homie g-chicka-dude.
326. If they have heard you and didn't think twice about it.
327. When you actually wear your band shoes willingly to school.
328. When you practice in them so that you can get a better feel.
329. When a judge points you out on a tape.
330. When all you and your section can talk about is how Sarah dropped her flute Saturday.
331. When you know it won't be the last time.
332. When you can play your computer startup on your instrument.
333. When everyone in the band makes an effort to ignore a certain person... and we all know who I am talking about.
334. When you go off to college and miss your band family more than your family.
335. When you visit them more.
336. When the only reason you call your real family is because you have rang up such a high phone bill because your band family is split all over the country now.

337. When AT&T makes a special plan for your band.
338. If the band booster sandwiches actually start to taste better than most of your home cooking.
339. When you call the band booster food home cooking.
340. When you actually keep the band library more organized than your room. (Hell yes.)
341. When you have actually cleaned the locker room. (I've cleaned the library....)

342. When Rock-Zilla has actually tried to consume you.
343. If you just barely escaped.
344. When you have written over 120 of these yourself.
345. If you have almost hyperventilated because you could not find your instrument. (I never did find it)
346. When you have never lost your instrument.
347. When your teachers understand your importance to the band program.
348. When you have brought food for your section.
349. When your section has had a party for your birthday. (^____^ My only surprise party(ies) ever)
350. When can name any double sharp or flat off the top of your head.
351. When this list is more important than your homework.
352. When everyone in the band notices add-ons to your wardrobe.

353. When people give you dirty looks because your clothes are not band related.
354. When you can link any mathematical equation to a time signature. (That's more of a math thing than a band thing)
355. When all your conversations are based around band.
356. When there is an awkward silence in your conversation because you are trying to avoid talking about band.
357. When it is just too weird and you give up.
358. When you have nothing to say to non band people for this reason.

359. When you have used a reed to pop a coke open. (That's a good idea)
360. When you know how many pitches are in your cell phone ring song.
361. When you're in the turning lane and try to figure out the tempo of the signal from the car in front of you.
362. When you actually concluded that it was 96 bpm.
363. When you can play your cell phone ring on your instrument.
364. When all of your teachers know you're in band (The green shirts help)
365. When you understand that the word dirty no longer has nothing to do with dirt.
366. When you could heat a house for a year with all of the sheet music you've collected.

367. If you live next to Mr. Lerner. (Doesn't he live on a boat?)
368. When you actually know what open your throat means. (Golf ball!)
369. When you know how to do it.

370. When the word red gives you bone-chilling visuals.
371. When you understand why Mr. Porter wears sunglasses while its raining.
372. When you then realize that you know nothing about why Mr. Porter does what he does.
373. When you plan a party and refuse to invite anyone outside of band, including your boyfriend or girlfriend (which most likely they are in band too).
374. When you try to keep non-band people out of pictures
375. When you would risk hurting your instrument just to hit the annoying person in band person over the head at times (ok any time!)
376. When you have had dreams about flying cymbals cutting of you arms or nose. (Leah's cymbals cut off her eyebrow!)

377. When your top form of entertainment while setting drill is balancing your flute.
378. When people actually say you have a skill in twirling your flute while setting drill.
379. When you forget how to spell the word cymbals.
380. When you do flips and try to hit your mark on the landing in a set.
381. When you mark time through the show in odd places and your in the PIT. (It's just habit!)
382. When you know the music better than the director.
383. When the director wrote it.
384. When you have had to catch his mistakes in it .
385. When you know exactly where each dent/scratch on your horn is from.
386. When you can actually find out 14 instruments can sound like one!

387. When Mr. Porter has finally given up on telling you to read the music!
388. When you feel as if the band directors are neglecting you for their pets/ kids.
389. When you give your pets instrument names.
390. When you know how many people can fit into a band locker (or cubbie holes..) (Three.)
391. When you and your section go to the field on Saturday just to see who can march their spot better.
392. When you can accurately associate the laws of physics with marching practice.
393. When you learn more about symmetry in band than you do in geometry. (That's not saying much...Ms. Vadakara)
394. When you actually don't mind the smell of band funk after a game.
395. When your band folder can hide from you in plain sight and in the most obvious place, which you walk by more than 8 times a day.

396. You can actually relate to your music stand.
397. When you know that English horns came from France and French horns are English.
398. When you actually argue with the drill team because they feel as if they should not have to move out of your way in the show. (grrr..)
399. When you begin to feel as if your instrument is neglecting you.
400. If you make plans after practice with your section to go get some pizza.
401. When yall actually do it.

402. When your parents tell you to clean your room and all that is wrong with it is that the music fell off your music stand and covered most of the floor.
403. When all the jewelry you have consists of solo and ensemble medals.
404. When you consider band shoes fashionable.
405. When you have worn your band shirt to a fancy party.
406. When you thought it looked good.
407. When you took a picture like that.
408. When you actually consider putting uniform buttons on your favorite shirt to make it feel more homey.
409. When you lounge around in your uniform.
410. When you buy your uniform after you graduate.
411. If you buy it and actually wear it after you graduate.
412. When you wonder why they don't make marshmallows in band instrument shapes. (well, I do now)
413. When you write frequent letters asking them to.
414. If you have ever accidentally used your cork grease for chapstick. (I don't recommend it)
415. If that's why you switched to lip gloss. (It certainly played a part)
416. If you're in more than twelve band jokes.
417. When that's because you created them.
418. When you can find out where your next contest is by process of elimination.

419. If you have ever pictured Mr. Lerner trying to teach another class besides band.
420. If it gave you chills.
421. If you can tune every note on your horn without a tuner.
422. When you finally don't feel bad for getting your new black band shoes dirty.
423. When you realize the sun will come out on the days that there's no practice.

424. When you call your band director just for conversation.
425. When that doesn't shock or bother him.
426. When you challenge this list with 500 ways to use a reed.
427. When you can come up with 500 ways to use a reed.
428. If you have that high of hopes, only band people are that positive.
429. If you have ever had a panic attack at a football game.
430. If the band knows more about your medical history than the rest of your family.
431. When you make plans with the band for Christmas dinner.
432. When you actually sing along with bands that play on Monday night football.
433. When you can actually make yourself look two inches taller.
434. When what you're saying is actually helping.
435. When you can list 20 of Mr. Lerner's quotes off the top of your head.
436. If you've actually thought of Marching as a sport (I was always mad we didn't go to the sports assembly)

437. When you get separation anxiety on the busses because you aren't with the whole band.
438. When you feel left out because you can't go to an extra curricular band activity that isn't even required.
439. If you have ever seen how mad your directors can get if someone takes the keys to the band room.
440. When you and six other band friends go out to eat and you talk about nothing except for how great you did at the game.

441. You host the band parties. (Leave that job to Merkel)
442. You know who to and not to avoid in band.
443. The bus list is the most important thing to you and you will do anything to be on the bus with someone.
444. When you begin to know what Mr. Lerner knows about you.
445. When you can honestly admit that you have no idea and that scares you.

446. If you make tuning your horn sound perverted (ex. push in, or pull out)
447. When you can make something as simple as a cheese sandwich sound perverted.
448. When you actually stay in line and step with the band people that are walking in front of you.
449. When you confuse the words sax and sex in a sentence and don't mean to.
450. When it goes by un-noticed.
451. When you know the pitch of a pin dropping
452. When you are constantly playing cadences with a pencil.
453. When you start being able to think a tune and play it perfectly.
454. When your license plate, email, or homepage address is named after something band related.

455. When you use your reed to pick your teeth. (eww)
456. When you actually sanitize your reed after every contest/audition.
457. When you get excited about spending your Saturdays with the band.
458. When you would rather go to a football game then out on a date.
459. When you realize that the only reason the band is quiet when the others are performing is because they are looking for all their hot guys/chicks.
460. When your whole drum line can read music and not just rhythms. (
461. When you know what all those really big words written on your music mean. (Again, IB music)
462. When you depend on your band director more than your parents.
463. When you know to bring extra black socks with you at all times.
464. When after the game, when you go and hang out you've still got a piece of your instrument (neck strap, mouthpiece, etc.)
465. When you realize the trumpets and flutes rush more than percussion does.
466. When you realize that after two weeks of marching band your section leader isn't going to like you no matter how good you are.
467. When Plumes make good pets.
468. You actually answer to Hey Bando.
469. You actually think that the football field should belong to the band since besides they are better than the football team.
470. Xylophones and ditches do NOT go well together. (RIP)
471. You've made it this far and can still relate.

472. Sometimes you forget that your mouthpiece/ reed isnt attached to your mouth.
473. Spit isn't so disgusting anymore but a everyday part of life.
474. You know the names of all the little people that live in the tubas (or any brass instrument for that matter.)
475. If for Christmas you ask for something to do with music or band.

476. Mr. Lerner knows the name of your instrument and actually refers to it by that name.
477. When he also knows the name of the little man living inside it.
478. When you have spent enough time around the band that you can represent every section on here even though you don't play that instrument.
479. You paint your nails to coordinate the color of your mallets/ sticks.
480. When you leave your cell phone in your instrument case every Friday just with the hope that it will call and let you know that it's ok.
481. When you wear your band shoes to homecoming.
482. When you hope every year that a band person gets on the court for homecoming. (Sometimes they do!)
483. When you protest that it was rigged when they don't.

484. When your mom is practically dedicated to band, but yet so is your life.
485. When on your Buddy List band has its own category.
486. When you can refer to yourself as an oompah loompah in your uniform.
487. When you can imagine what your directors kids will look like and what they will play.
488. When you can actually understand Mrs. Crocco
489. When the band has its own chat room.
490. When you find yourself constantly repeating Mr. Lerner. (Only out of mockery)
491. When everyone in band starts looking alike.
492. When you have spent time actually trying to figure out what P.I.T. means.

493. When you carry a metronome so that you can practice staying in step.
494. When Mr. Lerner knows more about your homework than you do.
495. When everyone in the band knows your underwear drawer just as well as you.
496. When your band pants are the most comfortable thing you have to wear.
497. When the list gets so long that you are forced to put an end to it b/c you are running out of paper.
498. When you buy clothes just cause they look like parts of your uniform.
499. When you begin to have conversations with your instrument and people around you can actually join in.
500. Then when you can proudly say that you made it to 500 so that you can put an end to this list!

257/500 More than 50%...sad.

2 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed | One Fell Off and Bumped His Head

:: 2005 16 July :: 8.46 pm

Yesterday was like the best fucking day of my life. Let's back up a little first though.

Friday I came home from work with a sore throat and thought my voice was gone from screaming at too many kids. Saturday added a temperature, Sunday we called for antibiotics. Monday I missed work and went to the doctor, who told me to miss work through wednesday. So I lost an entire week. It sucks. Anyway, Wednesday afternoon me, my mom, and my brother left for Preview at UF. To be honest, I was DREADING going to preview. Incredibly boring. The first day, Thursday, Lots of information. Lots of indecision. The point of day 1 was to learn as much as possible in order to make an informed decision about which classes to take, and then to choose those classes. In addition there was lots of stuff about college life in general. Alcohol, drugs, sex, rape, homosexuality, etc. At night we all went to Broward Hall and had a nice little get-together in the common area. We played spoons for a while - and I didn't lose! - and then kind of mulled around. There was a party in the basement that everyone complained about because no one was dancing. I did not go down, I stayed up to talk with Claudia, my preview leader person, Adam, another preview leader (we kind of merged groups most of the time), and a few preview kids. I liked this guy george, he's from KY. He told us crazy stories from his hick town. At about midnight we all decided to go to bed. My roommate was a little weird. She was from New Jersey (need I say more?). She was studying pre-vet too, and was reading Harry Potter. I thought at first that we would have a lot in common, but, um, we didn't. It wasn't bad, it was just...there.

Friday morning we went downstairs and checked out, then walked over to the Reitz together so neither of us would get lost. But as soon as we got there we kinda lost track of each other. I got my Gator1 ID card and set up my wachovia account, then met will and my mom to put my luggage in the car. We went and bought a parking decal, then bought something to drink and chilled for a little bit. My advising appt was at 11:40, so we wasted some time in the bookstore, and my mom bought me a shirt. : ) After that we headed over to Hume to wait for my advising appointment. My advisor was Mara Fields, and she was really nice. She told me that I should take Chem 2046 instead of Chem 2045, since I had the IB scores for it and had 3 years of high school chem. I also got a seat in my honors course, which I am SO excited about. It's called Current Issues in Higher Education. It's kinda like ToK from what I've read, except without all the philosophy and bullshit. It's discussion-based, and we just talk about issues. I am so psyched for it. I wanted to take a class called The Young Child, about the development from 0-6, but it was only for education majors. Instead I'm taking a different education class called Human Growth and Development. I signed up for Statistics, which is an online class. I almost took a history course called America in the Sixties, but Mara said I probably shouldn't since I'm taking 16 credits and it probably had a lot of reading and writing involved. I am also taking a Telecommunications class called TV and American Society. I was really excited about this class too, until I showed my schedule to Will after my appointment. He is TAKING RTV TOO. OMG, after all that shit about how it's a big school and no one would know I was his sister and now WE'RE IN THE SAME EFFIN CLASS! How does this happen? Ah well, I am not that upset about it. We're not taking it at the same time. It's just weird. We both signed up for it not knowing the other was going to take it. So that's all the classes I'm taking. After my appointment with Mara I went into the other room, and Adam helped me set up my schedule. Mara had gotten me seats in the classes, but Adam had to actually arrange what sessions I would take. I think I have a pretty good schedule. I have no classes before 9 AM. My classes are also pretty spread out. I do have two consecutive classes in the morning Monday Wednesday Friday. I go from RTV to Chem. Not bad. I am thinking about dropping my Human Growth and Development class, because it's MWF from 4-5. I don't really want to get out of class at 5 on fridays because it makes coming home for weekends very tricky. Without that class, I would get out at 11. It's just much better for my first semester. I didn't really have any trouble getting a seat in the class, so I'm sure I could take it another semester. I have a little over a month to decide. I think I'm going to take a look at the syllabus of each of my classes on the first days and see if I should drop something. I am taking 16 credits, which is more than they recommend. So it just might be easier to lose that education course and keep everything else where it is. I'm thinking about it.

After driving home yesterday I did a 180 and left to go to the movies and Barnes and Noble. Me, Kim, and her friend Carla went first to B&N so we could get good tickets for the HP6 line. After we got our tickets, we went to Muvico and saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was great. I kind of like the old one better, but this one was more true to the book. And Deep Roy is funny. We got back to B&N a little after 10, having seen the 7:55 movie. We looked around for a while, got drinks, looked around some more, and then found out that a line had started forming, so we raced downstairs to get in it. At midnight the line went pretty fast, and we were out of there before 12:10. I was really glad that we had gone to get our tickets at B&N before the movie, because we got to cut like 50 people who had green tickets. I saw Jeanna and Zach there, and I saw Max at the movies. Apparently he works at muvico. It's still pretty awkward to see people from high school, because we always leave saying the line, "In case I don't see you before you head off to college, good luck!" or, conversely, "Have a nice life." I just think it's really weird.

So anyway, I am about 200 pages into the book, having fallen asleep last night reading and had to take my parents to miami today. They are on a cruise and me and Will have been left alone. It's going to be fun. I hope.

On another note, I am really pissed off because someone moved my tickets to the DMB concert tomorrow night, and I have not been able to locate them. I looked for a good long while tonight, to no avail. The plan of action is to call ticketmaster tomorrow with the confirmation number, hoping that they will give me new tickets at the box office. Until then, pray.

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