Wal Mart is Evil ~ Friday, March 16, 2001 ~ 7:16 PM
Wal Mart is the most evil place on the face of the planet. In paticular, the Wal Mart supercenter located in Huntsville, Alabama on University Drive is a soul-shriveling vortex of evil. I hate it. It is always full of loud obnoxious people, it's always busy, and they're generally out of everything I need. I usually come out of there feeling like I fought the last battle of World War III....and lost.

I've been avoiding Wal Mart for several weeks now, instead choosing to go to Food World, which is smaller, quieter, closer, and generally less stressful. It was working out too - see, Jeff and I always fight when we go to Wal Mart, but we can make it out of Food World without the desire to rip each other's throats out. But no, today Spencer just had to go to Wal Mart - and now Jeff's pissed at me. Don't know why, since he's the one who dissapeared for thirty five minutes, leaving me up front with a stack of rapidly melting groceries, but he is. *sigh* At least he's gone to the Bare Naked Ladies concert that's playing downtown tonight. Maybe he'll be happier when he gets back - if not, then at least he's out of my hair until tomorrow afternoon.

And now for randomness:
Today I was out wandering the field next to my dorm complex and uncovered a small hyacinth plant growing all alone, near a thick patch of thistles. It was the most gorgeous purple color and had just started to bloom. Farther away, there were also three lone daffodils spaced about fifteen feet apart out in the middle of this desolate open field. There's no way to see them from the road - you have to be almost on top of them for all they're standing up on a relatively flat field. I think there must have been a farmhouse or something there years ago before the university bought up the land because there were also some tulips (not blooming) growing in a somewhat straight line. The daffodials and hyacinth were beautiful, but I guess they'll get mowed over soon. Still, I'm glad I got to see them - it's the little things that make me happy. :-) You know what they say - simple minds.... *grin*

I think, instead of doing Dynamics homework like I should (the bastard assigned us TWO huge assignments due next week), Jessica and I are going to watch Center Stage. She has never seen it and I feel like watching dance stuff, so it all works out. Too bad Wal Mart didn't have any Cherry Garcia ice cream - then things would really be perfect. ;-)

Current Music: 'Breathe' - Faith Hill

*ponder* ~ Thursday, March 15, 2001 ~ 11:55 PM
Hmm. I seem to have lost my boyfriend. He went to Deb's after dropping my off at the play I was going to and promptly dropped off the face of the planet. Ah well. I guess I'll just have to go get a new one. ;-) Seriously, though, I wonder what's taking all of them so long. I have the distinct feeling I should have been at the meeting, especially since there's a game this weekend. *grin*

Hamlet was wonderful! I've always liked that play best out of every one one of Shakespeare's I've read and seen. The Shenandoah Shakespeare Express was, as usual, AWESOME!!!! I am just in so much awe of a group of people who can get up on an almost completely bare stage, with every single light on so they can see their audience staring at them, and ACT. And that's act in capitol letters! They have no crew, a minimum set composed of a stage and seven boxes, and no scene changes or anything to hide under. Everything happens directly in front of the audience and they can't hide a screwup. That takes guts and skill, and I for one, worship them. If you ever get the chance to go see them, you definitely should!

We have health and safety inspections tomorrow. Ah, the wonders of dorm life. ;-) I spent most of this afternoon cleaning, which was actually enjoyable. Cleaning is something that is just mindless enough to let you have a good long think, yet yields immensely satisfying and visible results. My room look nice - not near as dusty. It makes me happy.

*yawn* Ah well. I suppose the boyfriend will turn up tomorrow. As for me, it's time for this Sarah to be sleeping in her bed. Night everyone!

My turn, dammit! ~ Wednesday, March 14, 2001 ~ 2:28 PM
I'm not sure what it is today, but apparently every single person in the entire world has gone universally crazy AND they're all in pissy moods to boot. Every single person I have had the unfortunate luck to encounter today has said something negative, bitchy, or downright condescending. AND I'M SICK OF IT!!! No one has anything nice to say anymore. People just like to bitch. And half of you don't even know what the hell you're bitching ABOUT!!! Well, now it's my turn.

Yes, now I get to bitch about all of you bitching and moaning about your puny little lives. Ironic, I suppose, that I've had to sink to the very level I'm condemning. Ah well. This is directed to all of you who sit around going "Oh, life is so tragic" or "I hate my life" or "Everyone pity me" and expecting the world to care. This is for you. I am so sick of seeing people wallowing in their problems. Didn't anyone ever tell any of you that YOU make your life what it is? Yes, bad things happen. They happen to each and every person, and there are no exceptions. We all will feel pain, anger, loss, and grief. We will get mad at others and they will get mad at us. People will die, people will get sick, accidents will happen, people will be unfair, and people will be stupid. And you...you will look around and see all the seemingly happy people and wonder why you can't be one of them. What you fail to realize is that no one will ever have an entirely happy life - no one ever has and no one ever will. Expect it. Yes, the entire damn universe is unfair, but it is impartial in its unfairness and it leaves no one untouched. So yes, life can be horrible. But that is no excuse for what I see going on around me.

So now I ask, since everyone is subject to adversity, how can it be that there are ANY happy people left at all? I'll tell you, it's because there are still some people out there who simply refuse to give up. They don't wallow in their own self-pity or the pity of others and they don't go actively seeking it. No matter how hard it is, they pick up their lives and move on, refusing to give in, refusing to be anything but happy. They get on with life and they do it, I add, without making the rest of us miserable in the process. I guess they figure that if the universe sometimes gets overzealous about dishing out the bad, it eventually gets around to passing out a little good too.

*sigh* I promise I'm not really a callous bitch. I know - you probably don't believe me. That's your prerogative. I'm done ranting now. It's time to head on down to the river and dump huge amounts of Prozac into the local water supply. I've decided that the rest of the world can be mired in hideous melodrama, but by God, Huntsville, Alabama is going to be happy!!!!

Everything Changes ~ Tuesday, March 13, 2001 ~ 11:53 PM
Jeff wants to transfer to another school. He and Spencer have gotten the idea that they want to go to Virginia Tech. Oh, not any time soon - they'll be here at least through this coming fall semester. And it's not like this hasn't been a topic discussed before. Jeff has always hated it here and he's been looking around for a while. I just never thought he and Spencer would look at Virginia Tech - and I'm the one who put the idea in Jeff's head when I showed him the pics from my visit there! I don't know what to think. I hate the idea of Jeff moving away, but if they really do have a better CPE program than UAH, then that's where he needs to be. I'd miss Spencer too, but I'm more concerned about Jeff being gone than Spencer, obviously. I don't know. I hate the idea, but if it's for the best then I can't say anything about how I feel. It's not so much that I'm worried about saying something that would make him stay - we kind of have the agreement that no matter what, academics takes precedence over any teenage foolishness - it's that I'm afraid of saying something that would make him feel guilty about leaving. And that's the last thing I want.

This is assuming that they actually transfer, of course. It could all fall through or they could change their minds. It could be just an attempt to create something new to talk about in Huntsville or a mental way out of the rut we call UAH. If they can think about getting away, then they don't feel so trapped here. And that's the real problem; both of them want something new and interesting, to go somewhere and have to start over. They aren't content to just sit here and be normal college students. Like me. *sigh*

Well, except for the news about Spencer and Jeff, today was a great day. I skipped my forum class (the prof canceled it, then later uncanceled it, and I decided to stick to the first idea) to do my forum report that I'd forgotten about. Then I took Jeff out to lunch and we got to talk. Then Jared and I went out and sword fought for a while. I didn't have class until 5:30 and even that went well. It was a relaxing day and that's definitely something I could use more of.

Current Music: 'God in My Bed' - K's Choice

Rain ~ Monday, March 12, 2001 ~ 5:23 PM
Rain rain rain. Today was all about rain rain and more rain. Going outside was closer to swimming than walking; there were puddles a foot deep building up against the wall of my apartment building. The streets were under inches of water and pedestrians were out there with life rafts and paddles. I woke up from a dream about water to the sound of rain. I opened my eyes and looked out into the dreariest, greyest, wettest world I've ever seen. I promptly closed them again and snuggled deeper into my nice warm bed. I almost couldn't get out of bed because the sound kept putting me back to sleep. The sound of rain echos through my apartment, you see. You can even hear it in the kitchen. The vent for the stove has a leak somewhere and the sound of the rain leaking in echos all the way down. Water drip drip drips and I could hear it sitting at the kitchen table, even over the sound of crunching cereal and my roommate's hairdryer. Today was the kind of day that one should spend curled up in bed, warm and comfy in a favorite set of pajamas, with a deliciously fuzzy blanket, hot chocolate, gooey chocolate chip cookies, and a good book.

Too bad the world doesn't work that way.

This weekend was great. In spite of every obstacle the universe decided to throw my way, I made it to Hendersonville to visit my family and my old friends from high school. I got to see Jennifer (whom I hadn't seen in almost two years!), Sarah, Kim, Jo, and even Anne. We visited all our old haunts, ate at Happy China, went to the park, watched movies, sat around and pigged out on Ben and Jerry's ice cream, and just generally had a LOT of fun. We got to stroll around the geotube in Old Hickory Lake, catch up on things, and just sit around and talk like we used to. It was almost like we were back in high school again, especially since it seems that none of us has changed very much. We've all grown up (we've had to) but as people we're all very much the same as we were two years ago. I was really sad to leave because I was only visiting for a short time, but I had a wonderful time while I was there.

Today has been good too. I got an A on that Linear test I took Friday and my Mechanics test went well, so I'm not stressed about grades. And best of all, now that my test is over, I actually have FREE TIME. For the first time in three weeks, I don't have a deadline breathing down my neck. There is nothing due tomorrow - no tests, no homework, no papers. Sure, I have plenty to do that is due later on in the week, but NOTHING is due tomorrow. I can sit back and enjoy this evening without worring about ten gazillion different things! *cheers*

Jeff, however, is not having as good a day. He didn't do as well on the linear test and he's stressed out. There's nothing I can do to make him feel any better. Besides, I keep blaming myself that he didn't do well on his test - if he hadn't had to help me, he would have had more time to study, and if I hadn't blown up at him right before, he might have been in a better frame of mind. See, he knew the material better than I did, so there must have been another reason his grade came out bad. *sigh* Maybe tonight will cheer him up. Today is Spencer's birthday and a friend of ours, Deb, is throwing him a party right after my last class. Jeff's looking forward to this because last year on Jeff's b-day, Jeff got the snot beat out of him with the birthday spankings. This time it's Spencer's turn. *evil laughter*

Hmm - it's stopped raining. Too bad it's night. Ah well...although the moon can't quite compare to the sun, it's better than clouds and rain.

Studying ~ Friday, March 9, 2001 ~ 1:25 AM
Dread. Procrastination. Apprehension. Procrastination. Apathy. Growing fear. Panic. Complete, world-encompassing horror. Resignation. Quasi-panic punctuated by fond thoughts of certain professors getting hit by speeding cement trucks. Acceptance and defeat.

Such are the stages of a college student's pre-test life. From dreading a test to acknowledging the fact that the situation is completely hopeless, it is one long, stressful progression throughout which the student's humanity degrades in direct proportion to the grade they expect to receive. I have now reached the stage of acceptance and hopeless defeat. My humanity has reached the stage of 'practically nonexistant.' There is absolutely no way, barring divine intervention, I can be prepared for the evil forces gathering against me in the form of a history test and a linear algebra test. I was in the housing office from 8PM -1:15AM trying to study for both classes and I feel horrible about both tests.

The worst part is is that I didn't even procrastinate this time. If I had, I could at least blame myself, but no. This weekend, I had tons of homework and a Dynamics test to study for. I got a little bit of history and linear studying done, but not much. Then, since Tuesday, I've been studying my ass off trying to get ready, but BOTH professors taught about a chapter's worth of extra material this past Wednesday that will be on the test today. That, and the fact that I had to spend Wednesday night doing my lab report rather than studying made things much much worse. *sigh* I hate school.

And that's about all this entry is. More bitching, just like the rest of this month's entries. I'm sorry everything I write is so bitchy and pessimistic, but I can't really see much else to write about. ;-) Ah well.

Oh, happy thing! I got a 94 on my evil Dynamics test!!!! I lost what little scraps remained of my soul and most of my brain in the process but, by God, I got my damn 'A'! And what's a soul to lose? I wasn't using it anyway. Same goes for the brain. *grin*

Anyways, I'm getting up in about 4 and a half hours to study some more, so I suppose I'd better get to bed. *yawn* I get to see everyone today!!!! *cheers*

Current Music: 'Do You Sleep' - Lisa Loeb

Back in the lab again. ~ Wednesday, March 7, 2001 ~ 6:38 PM
Well, I've finished my lab report, or at least as much of it as I can finish here in this lab. What I have left to do is simply add the finishing touches and do a few calculations. Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow morning.

My friend Jessica is having a horrible day. For a while now, stuff of hers has been going missing. Since she's self-admittedly absentminded at times, she thought she had just simply misplaced her linear algebra book, her thermo book, her sleeping bag, and a few other things. But today her father called her and told her that someone had charged over thirty dollars worth of calls to her calling card, which she always keeps on her desk. He knew that they weren't made by her because they were all made the weekend she left town to go home to Memphis. And even better, he'd traced the number the calls were made from and it turned out to be her new roommate's phone number.

Yep. Her roommate (or one of her roommate's friends) somehow managed to pick the lock to her room, get in, steal the calling card (and who knows what else), and put it back before Jessica got back. The bad thing is that if they've been taking things like books and sleeping bags, it also means that they've probably taken other small things that she hasn't noticed yet. We're going out to the bookstore soon to see if we can identify her thermo and linear book and she's having to file a police report and get her lock changed. I'm so glad I have semi-sane roommates who don't want to steal my things.

Unfortunantly this means that she's going to have to move, probably (assuming Housing can't prove it was her roommates), so she won't be my next-door neighbor anymore. We've thrown around the idea of her moving into my room, but it doesn't look like Christina is going to graduate, and plus I like having her as a neighbor more than a roommate. I've already seen what living in close proximity with a good friend does to a friendship, so I'd rather her live someplace else. The only question is where.

Mmmm, I'm hungry. People in the lab next to me are looking at me oddly because my stomach is growling audibly. *sheepish grin* I can't help it! Maybe they'll feed me if it gets too annoying. *looks hopeful*

Linder, the guy from NASA whom I met with this last weekend, had some bad news to tell me. He was the project manager for the American-built backup propulsion system for the ISS over at Marshall Space Flight Center. However, his was one of the projects cancelled because of the recent budget cuts. I guess he'll go back to directing other ISS projects, but that's got to be a bummer to have the plug pulled on your project like that. The cut in funding is going to hit MSFC in particular kind of hard, I think. There's talk of cancelling a lot of the student projects like the GAS can and the KC-135 flights, which would have serious repercussions for a lot of the organizations here on campus, like SEDS and AIAA.

Speaking of budget cuts, the whole proration issue for Alabama's educational system is far from over. There was a huge rally in Montgomery yesterday of students, faculty, and parents. The UAH powers-that-be paid to bus interested student to it with the promise of exemptions from any classes missed. I couldn't go, though, because of the Dynamics test. Sure, I would have had an exemption for missing the test, but his makeups are MURDER. So I opted to stay in Huntsville while everyone else went. They said it went really well, with a huge turnout. :-)

Current Music: None, although my stomach has decided to make up for the lack of noise.

It just keeps going... ~ Wednesday, March 7, 2001 ~ 1:58 PM
I have a lab report to do. I should be doing it. I'm not.

There is always more work to do and never an end in sight. Like that damnable Energizer Bunny, it just keeps going and going and going. Spring Break is two weeks away and it feels like an eternity, especially when I contemplete the sheer amount of work that has to be done between now and then. I can't wait for break. I have never spent a Spring Break with my friends before and never on the beach. Right now, if the people in Clint's Aunt's condo are leaving in time, it looks like a group of us are going to go spend a week on the beach in Gulf Shores. If not, we have no backup plans, but we'll figure something out.

I can see it now - five blissful days spent on the beach with no one and nothing to worry about. *contented sigh* We can drive to Mobile or New Orleans for a day trip or we can just kick back on the beach and relax in the sun. We can play in the ocean. We can go out to dinner or stay in and all cook together (Clint used to be a chef). We won't have to worry about tests or projects or homework or deadlines or ANYTHING. Oh, it will be glorious. *drools* I really really really really hope it works out.

*cheers* Yay!!! Jen's coming into town!!! Only about two days until I get to see everyone. *grin* I wish we all had the same break, but it's cool that we can all get together in H'ville.

Current Music: 'After Dark' - Seraphim Shock

Now I know.... ~ Tuesday, March 6, 2001 ~ 11:23 PM
Now I know why there are liberal arts majors. Today, I had a dynamics test. That in and of itself almost completely explains the existance of those who prefer to spend their days writing and reading and translating and whatever else those weirdos do instead of useful things like engineering. *smirks at Jen, then runs away to hide* But when I got home tonight, I had the choice of studying Linear Algebra or History. I chose history and boy was I amazed. I didn't have to stifle the urge to run away screaming, my brain didn't start oozing out my ears, and I didn't even contemplate murder, not even once. I spent a happy three hours copying all the important information from my history notes into a concise study booklet and never once did I have to stop in utter despair and confusion. So now I understand why there are people who would rather sit around copying stuff than stress over stupid mathematics. *grin*

In fact, I had a revelation yesterday in linear algebra - an epiphany so utterly shocking in its stark simplicity that I nearly fell out of my chair. Whether my near collapse was actually from shock or from the fact I was rapidly slipping into a coma, we may never know, but at any rate, through a haze of boredom-induced semi-conciousness, I suddenly realized the true motives behind the class. You see, I rant and rave about liberal arts majors not doing important things (and it's mostly a joke), but there are also people like math majors who actually do nothing but sit around and think about how to make simple things complicated. Yesterday I finally realized that all linear algebra is about is taking nice, pretty numbers and rearranging, twisting, and manipulating them into even prettier numbers while attempting to confuse as many people as possible in the process. There is no meaning, no purpose - the vocabulary is created merely to convince you that they are really doing something worthwhile. All it really is is window dressing. The truth of the matter is that there is no point. It is an evil conspiracy by the math majors and THEY MUST BE STOPPED!

Uh....anyway, I hope the rest of the week goes smoothly. I sincerely doubt it will, but ah, hope springs eternal. On the upside, I updated my blog layout! Yeee!!! It's all pretty and fairy-ish. Unfortunantly, I believe I am the only one who can appreciate the pretty fonts I used - Toby's Hand and Papyrus. Sorry if you don't have them. *condescending sniff* Philistines.... ;-)

Well, it's off to bed. I'm a sleepy girl and I need all the sleep I can get. *yawn*

Current Music: 'Jezebel' - 10000 Maniacs

How Time Flies ~ Monday, March 5, 2001 ~ 5:29 PM
I can't believe I've been in college for almost five semesters now. I have the distinct feeling that what has really happened is that I've fallen into a time warp. Time passes for the outside world, but here on campus only a couple of months have passed. That's what it feels like. I know I've changed, but I feel the same as I did a year and eight months ago. The same old Sarah - plus I don't feel like I've been away from home for very long, I don't feel like I'm 19 years old, and I definitely don't feel like a soon-to-be-junior in college. But I am, and I have, and it's really messing with my mind that it feels like such a short time. I think the reason I'm pondering this is because Jen is coming back into Hendersonville to visit. I haven't seen her in almost two years, but it doesn't feel like two years. It's a time warp, I tell you! *ponder* Then again, the sheer amount of work I've had to do these last five semesters kinda puts everything back in perspective. ;-)

Mondays suck. A lot. This Monday has been no exception. It started off badly, with a fight between Jeff and I that started at exactly 12:00 AM sharp. After I tossed him out, things went downhill. I won't go through a detailed list - let's just suffice it to say that today has been less than stellar. *makes a face* Hopefully, after my last class, I can go home and get a big cup of hot chocolate and a good book and snuggle into my nice warm comfy bed to relax.

Yeah right.

A nice fantasy, but a definite not-gonna-happen. Nope, when I get home at 8:45 tonight, I have to go straight into studying for my Linear Algebra test. I absolutely have to get five sections (only about 10-15 problems each) done tonight so I can finish the others tomorrow. That way, I can at least ask a few questions Wednesday (so the professor can laugh at me). I also have a Dynamics test tomorrow I have to go study for in a minute. This is my break, right now, which I am taking in the MAE computer lab in Tech Hall.

Offer letters for that job I want at NASA go out March 9th. I guess if I don't get one, I'll know to go looking elsewhere. Hopefully, though, I'll open up my mailbox on Tuesday or Wednesday and find a nifty keen letter from NASA waiting for me! ;-)

Well, Dynamics awaits me. Back to work!!!!! ;-)

Current Music: None, although I am humming a bit and driving the people around me crazy. *evil grin*

Almost Over ~ Sunday, March 4, 2001 ~ 11:55 AM
It's already Sunday. The weekend is already drawing to a close and I don't feel like I got a break at all. Already, I'm looking ahead to this coming week, stressing about the three tests I have and all the papers and projects I have to complete. All I want is just one or two days to STOP and catch my breath. I want one day where I don't have anything to do or anyplace I have to be. I want to be able to actually sit down and relax without worrying about ten or more different things that absolutely have to be done right away. That's something I haven't had the chance to do since this semester started and it's starting to really get to me.

I'm going out again today for a little while to paddle. The weather channel is saying that it feels like 29 degrees (F) out there, yet I'm going to go out for a little swim in the duckpond. I really am beginning to think that I am absolutely crazy. After that, I guess I'll have to come back and grab a shower. Then it's study time.

For some reason, I just feel really out of it today. Tired, lonely, stressed. Mostly just sick of this rat race they jokingly call school. I'm really looking forward to going home this coming weekend. *is suddenly happy* Jen is coming into Hendersonville to visit!!!! I haven't seen her in almost two years now. It's going to be a LOT of fun!!! *BIG grin* And of course, this can mean only one thing......HAPPY CHINA!!!!! Yummmm. :-)

Well, I suppose I'd better go get ready to paddle. Maybe Clint will join us out there - I've been trying to get 608 D interested, but he's the only one responding. I hope a lot of people show up! And I hope I don't freeze to death. :-)

Current Music: 'Virgin State of Mind' - K's Choice

Formosa Food ~ Friday, March 2, 2001 ~ 6:55 PM
Yummmm. Nothing ends a good day like dinner at Formosa. Tonight Jeff, Clint, Ashley, Spencer, Russel, Mike, Blake, and I all went out to eat at our favorite Chinese restaurant. It's the coolest place, with great food and nifty decorations. In fact, we're always trying to figure out how to steal their huge wall decorations. We've decided that one particular piece would look perfect in Jeff's dorm room on the wall opposite Spencer's entertainment center. The problem is that besides being petty theft, it's just terribly hard to fit a 5'x7' carved mahogany and mother-of-pearl screen under your jacket. ;-) Just kidding, though. We wouldn't really ever steal anything, but we sure would like to have one of those things in our dorm room.

I also went out with ASCE today to paddle the concrete canoes. It was a lot of fun. I got to go out twice with Crystal paddling stern. They're teaching me the basics today - later I'll learn to sweep and assist in sharp turns. But I had a lot of fun, even though it's really tiring. The best part was, when we were walking back, Jessica told me that Dr. Gilbert said I would be a really good paddler, maybe one of their best, once I got hang of it. *grin* That just made me feel good, since that was only the second time I'd been out. The last time I'd canoed before today was about five years ago or so. Dr. Gilbert wants me to go to nationals in June, assuming, of course, we make it through regionals. The problem right now is that we have only two female paddlers going to regionals, so when we go up against schools that have a large women's team, their paddlers will be fresh while ours will be exhausted. I can't train up to standard before regionals, but if I could, I would.

We're still trying to plan out Spring Break, but without much luck. I've been pestering Jeff for weeks now. We don't know what it is that we're going to end up doing. I want to spend it with Jeff, since he's going to be gone this summer, but we haven't decided who we're going with or where. I've never spent a Spring Break away from home before, so this should be interesting. Clint's aunt has a beach house down in Gulf Shores that would be fun. Jeff, Ashley, and Clint all went to school in Mobile for two years, so it's nothing new to them, being close to the beach, but we'd still like to go. Ashley's parents won't let her go unless its with a group. Mine won't either, so Clint's supposed to be asking his aunt how many people can go. He still hasn't gotten back to us and now he and Ashley are fighting, so he's not talking to anyone at the moment. The mystery of Spring Break 2001 remains unsolved.

Tomorrow I'm meeting Linder Metts for lunch. He works out at NASA with the ISS Propulsion Systems. I think he's a project manager, but I'm not sure. Anyways, we're just going to sit down and chat about NASA and just stuff in general. He might even be able to help me get a co-op job out at Marshall, if this NASA-USRP thing doesn't go through. Wouldn't that be fun? ;-)

I'll probably spend most of this weekend doing homework. I want to go out at 1 on Sunday and paddle again. Maybe I'll make it over to Johnson sometime to help work on the boat too. *grin* Between ASCE, homework, Linder, and everything else that needs to be done, I think this weekend will be far from boring!

Current Music: 'Airport Song' - Guster

Yay! ~ Friday, March 2, 2001 ~ 9:12 AM
IT'S FRIDAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!

Okay, now that that's out of my system.....Yesterday turned out really well. After lab and Dynamics, I went over to Deb's for our usual weekly meeting for our chapter of Vampire: The Masquerade. We did downtimes and a bit of soft roleplay and it was generally fun. I ended up staying there until about midnight, though, because I forgot to get my backpack out of Jeff's car before he left for another meeting, so he had my keys and everything. He came back to Deb's after his meeting when he realized he had my stuff, but not until about 11. Not that it mattered - I had a great time with everyone while waiting for him to get back. They're a fun group of people.

I'm going out with ASCE today to paddle the concrete canoe. They put out the practice boat yesterday and they'll have it out again today. I just hope I don't fall in; that water is just nasty. They're going to try to train Jessica and I up to standard for the National competition. The Regionals are at Auburn this year (woah, actually in this state for once!), but they're coming up so soon there's no way we'd be ready in time. Nationals are in California, though. I've never been to California and I'd love to go. ;-)

Current Music: "Nothing Else Matters" Instrumental - Apocalyptica

A new month. ~ Thursday, March 1, 2001 ~ 10:18 AM
The universally hated month of February is finally over!!! *cheers* You know, February is the shortest month, but it always seems like the longest. It drags on and on, every day making you more depressed. Drab, icky, grey, boring. But now it's March and it seems like the whole world has just decided to come out of hibernation. It's bright and sunny, and flowers are popping out everywhere. It's like a freakin' Disney movie out there. February is GONE. *does a little happy dance*

Today's forum should be interesting. The poet laureate of Alabama is coming to talk. Now, I like poetry. Everyone thinks that I don't, but I really do....when it's actually good. However, all the mushy melodramatic crap that everyone insists upon writing and calling poetry - that I hate. The majority of so-called poets always write the same things, over and over, and it's usually bad melodrama. And if there's one thing in this world that makes me want to huddle up into a fetal position, it's exposure to melodrama. I hate and avoid melodrama with all the distate with which a cat avoids water. Therefore, I hate most 'poetry'. But every now and then someone reads me a poem I like. I like Jeff's poetry. I like Noble's poetry. I even sometimes like poetry that other people would recognize. And I'm hoping that today's forum will be good poetry, as opposed to what everyone else has been bullied into thinking is good poetry.

I guess we'll see. ;-)

Current Music: 'Precious Things' - Tori Amos