I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna!
Tomorrow at half past eight in the morning, I will go to Dr. Jergens and have my wisdom teeth removed. And to put it plain and simple:
I. Do. Not. Want. To.
Prayers Appreciated...
Pictures of my possible ridiculously swollen face my be posted... we'll see.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Southwest Luv
I got a free flight! I GOT A FREE FLIGHT!!
I mean, the application said I would, but you never count your chickens before they hatch...
YAHOO!
I mean, the application said I would, but you never count your chickens before they hatch...
YAHOO!
Monday, February 22, 2010
You're 13
Justin Bieber - Hi. Ok, so you're not 13, you're 15, but you look 13. My question to you is, what in the world do you know about love?
This kid, if you haven't heard of him, is "topping the charts" around the country, possibly the world, with (I ashamedly admit) catchy tunes about love. For example:
"Your world is my world; And my fight is your fight; My breath is your breath; And your heart; And girl you're my one love, my one heart; My one life for sure; Let me tell you one time; Girl, I love, girl I love you" and "I'll buy you anything; I'll buy you any ring"
The kid is 15... and he annoys me. I know sure as heck I wasn't thinking about being someone's one love and having some guys breath be my breath. And I'll buy you any ring? Excuse me? Cute lyrics, maybe for a 30 year old to be singing. Shoot, I'll even give you a 22-ish year old. But a young teen?! No. I guess young love has changed. Not only that, but when I hear his songs on the radio, I feel really odd and uncomfortable knowing that he's a minor and people who are older than 18 are be-bopping to his tunes. On top of it, according to E! News and People.com etc., who cover him often, he's single. Someone is definitely pulling the whole Wizard-of-Oz-behind-the-curtain thing with this teen tot.
I wasn't even gonna do a post today cause of the mood I'm in, but I figured a little rant of my astonishment/frustration at this kid would help... and it did a little.
This kid, if you haven't heard of him, is "topping the charts" around the country, possibly the world, with (I ashamedly admit) catchy tunes about love. For example:
"Your world is my world; And my fight is your fight; My breath is your breath; And your heart; And girl you're my one love, my one heart; My one life for sure; Let me tell you one time; Girl, I love, girl I love you" and "I'll buy you anything; I'll buy you any ring"
The kid is 15... and he annoys me. I know sure as heck I wasn't thinking about being someone's one love and having some guys breath be my breath. And I'll buy you any ring? Excuse me? Cute lyrics, maybe for a 30 year old to be singing. Shoot, I'll even give you a 22-ish year old. But a young teen?! No. I guess young love has changed. Not only that, but when I hear his songs on the radio, I feel really odd and uncomfortable knowing that he's a minor and people who are older than 18 are be-bopping to his tunes. On top of it, according to E! News and People.com etc., who cover him often, he's single. Someone is definitely pulling the whole Wizard-of-Oz-behind-the-curtain thing with this teen tot.
I wasn't even gonna do a post today cause of the mood I'm in, but I figured a little rant of my astonishment/frustration at this kid would help... and it did a little.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Fast, Fast Week
Ok, I've got a serious question. And I'm really serious here... is it truly that hard to not pee on the toilet seat?! Or better yet, if you DO pee on the toilet seat, is it really that hard to tear off a little piece of TP and wipe it off?! I mean, c'mon! I feel like this has happened to me several times this week, and frankly I don't appreciate it.
In other news, I'm officially 23, and have been so for a whole four days now. I had a very lovely weekend and felt very much like a big city girl the whole time.
My hair cut was fabulous. I have bangs now. My mother didn't even notice until I said something, even though she knew I was getting bangs, and then she was kind of like "oh, yeah I just didn't think about it." Love you, Mom! (She knows I'm just picking on her! "JOHN!") The salon made me feel very taken care of, very pampered. I wore a robe over my clothes and then that smock that they put on you, I was offered a variety of refreshments several times, and was asked if I was doing ok often. I felt like I was in an exclusive place that only city people go. It was fun, but at the same time weird because I'm not used to that at all. Could probably get used to it though, just not the prices. Luckily, Will charged me the same that he did when he cut my hair in Champaign, and no, I didn't ask how much a regular hair cut there would be. Should have though... anywho, I love my hair and it just has enough of a change, like I was talking about last time.
Saw Valentine's Day with Whitney. Thought it was super cute. Saturday, I picked up Tim. Checked into our hotel, the Conrad, downtown, which also made me feel city-like. He gave me my birthday/Valentine's present, which is a key necklace that I wanted from Tiffany's. Complete surprise. Went to dinner at an Italian restaurant called Coco Pazzo with Whitney, MariKate, Erinn, and Ryan. Then went out to a club/bar called Social 25. Tim's cousin, Mike, and his girlfriend, Kelly, met us out there. It was nice to meet them. And then another sorority sister of mine that I was close with and I hadn't seen in six months, Gallopagos (as we call her, her last name is Gallegos), came out too! So it was very nice. Valentine's Day, all Tim and I did really was eat! At least that's what I felt like. We got lunch at Gibson's and both had filet sliders... delish... then walked around Michigan Ave., went back to the hotel, he passed out, and I just sat there... got ready for dinner, and then went to dinner at the Signature Room on the 95th floor of the Hancock Building. It was very, very lovely. Monday (my birthday!), we drove out to Park Ridge to say hi to Erinn's parents and then went to lunch with Erinn and Ryan, drove back to Decatur (where we were stuck in traffic for an hour and a half... ugh!), and then had dinner in Decatur with my Mom and Dad, my cousin, Shelly, her fiance, Tom, and her 6 kids, and then family friends, Jim and Faye. The whole weekend was very, very lovely, and I thank all who were a part of it. And again, yay for four day weekends! It was uber tough coming back to work on Tuesday, for many reasons...
This week has flown by so fast... and I really don't appreciate that a single bit.
Yesterday, a plane was crashed into a building in Austin that I have driven by countless times throughout my visits. Pretty shocking. What's nothing short of a miracle is how in a building with approximately 200 workers and an explosion of that size, only 13 were injured and two were killed, one being the pilot. That's just amazing. The loony toon posted a manifesto of sorts on a website, which can be readily found now by a google search, and he describes his woes against the government, why he did this, etc. I read the document and the guy was just fed up and believed that after years of trying to get his point across to people, the only answer was violence. I clearly do not believe violence is the answer and the intention to mass murder innocent people is despicable, but it makes you question what drove this nut job to do such a thing where he felt like it was his last resort, and if he has some points. Either way, crazy stuff. And I'm just so thankful that what could have been hundreds was only a few. My thoughts and prayers go out to those affected.
Add another loony toon... Elton John... who claims that Jesus was gay. Hey, Elton, ever heard of blasphemy?!
That will be it for this post, I suppose. I feel like I have much more to write about, but I will digress for now.
My stomach is starting to get into even bigger knots...
One week until I lose my wisdom... teeth.
In other news, I'm officially 23, and have been so for a whole four days now. I had a very lovely weekend and felt very much like a big city girl the whole time.
My hair cut was fabulous. I have bangs now. My mother didn't even notice until I said something, even though she knew I was getting bangs, and then she was kind of like "oh, yeah I just didn't think about it." Love you, Mom! (She knows I'm just picking on her! "JOHN!") The salon made me feel very taken care of, very pampered. I wore a robe over my clothes and then that smock that they put on you, I was offered a variety of refreshments several times, and was asked if I was doing ok often. I felt like I was in an exclusive place that only city people go. It was fun, but at the same time weird because I'm not used to that at all. Could probably get used to it though, just not the prices. Luckily, Will charged me the same that he did when he cut my hair in Champaign, and no, I didn't ask how much a regular hair cut there would be. Should have though... anywho, I love my hair and it just has enough of a change, like I was talking about last time.
Saw Valentine's Day with Whitney. Thought it was super cute. Saturday, I picked up Tim. Checked into our hotel, the Conrad, downtown, which also made me feel city-like. He gave me my birthday/Valentine's present, which is a key necklace that I wanted from Tiffany's. Complete surprise. Went to dinner at an Italian restaurant called Coco Pazzo with Whitney, MariKate, Erinn, and Ryan. Then went out to a club/bar called Social 25. Tim's cousin, Mike, and his girlfriend, Kelly, met us out there. It was nice to meet them. And then another sorority sister of mine that I was close with and I hadn't seen in six months, Gallopagos (as we call her, her last name is Gallegos), came out too! So it was very nice. Valentine's Day, all Tim and I did really was eat! At least that's what I felt like. We got lunch at Gibson's and both had filet sliders... delish... then walked around Michigan Ave., went back to the hotel, he passed out, and I just sat there... got ready for dinner, and then went to dinner at the Signature Room on the 95th floor of the Hancock Building. It was very, very lovely. Monday (my birthday!), we drove out to Park Ridge to say hi to Erinn's parents and then went to lunch with Erinn and Ryan, drove back to Decatur (where we were stuck in traffic for an hour and a half... ugh!), and then had dinner in Decatur with my Mom and Dad, my cousin, Shelly, her fiance, Tom, and her 6 kids, and then family friends, Jim and Faye. The whole weekend was very, very lovely, and I thank all who were a part of it. And again, yay for four day weekends! It was uber tough coming back to work on Tuesday, for many reasons...
This week has flown by so fast... and I really don't appreciate that a single bit.
Yesterday, a plane was crashed into a building in Austin that I have driven by countless times throughout my visits. Pretty shocking. What's nothing short of a miracle is how in a building with approximately 200 workers and an explosion of that size, only 13 were injured and two were killed, one being the pilot. That's just amazing. The loony toon posted a manifesto of sorts on a website, which can be readily found now by a google search, and he describes his woes against the government, why he did this, etc. I read the document and the guy was just fed up and believed that after years of trying to get his point across to people, the only answer was violence. I clearly do not believe violence is the answer and the intention to mass murder innocent people is despicable, but it makes you question what drove this nut job to do such a thing where he felt like it was his last resort, and if he has some points. Either way, crazy stuff. And I'm just so thankful that what could have been hundreds was only a few. My thoughts and prayers go out to those affected.
Add another loony toon... Elton John... who claims that Jesus was gay. Hey, Elton, ever heard of blasphemy?!
That will be it for this post, I suppose. I feel like I have much more to write about, but I will digress for now.
My stomach is starting to get into even bigger knots...
One week until I lose my wisdom... teeth.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
FOUR Day Weekend!
A few points at the closing of my week:
No. 1: You have to have a Carter to get a Reagan.
(I wish I was clever enough to have come up with this, but alas, I was not.) This phrase has been on my mind a lot in reading the news and such, for sure.
No. 2: There's a new penny! It was unveiled today, right here in Springfield, and it's supposed to be in circulation for the next 50 years!
No. 3: Alexander McQueen was found dead in his home early this morning. I'm not a huge high fashion person, but I definitely have seen his designs. He was extremely creative and made some very cool pieces - some extremely bizarre, but others very stylish. It's rumored he committed suicide. I find that so sad. I'm sure among many others, Lady GaGa will miss him.
No. 4: There are some sick people in the world. A man in Louisville, Ohio was charged with a felony after tattooing the letter "A" on a 1-year-old girls bottom. I hope he's never allowed to come near children ever again, let alone procreate. That's just so disgusting. For the life of me, I cannot understand some people.
No. 5: I'm getting a hair cut tomorrow and I think I'm going to get bangs. Ever since I chopped off my hair a year ago this time and gave it to Locks of Love, I've been so much more daring with my hairstyles. When I say daring, I mean daring in my terms, which means not afraid to do something a little different than the last time, not something drastic type daring. Each time I've gotten my hair cut after donating, I've done something different in the way it's cut each time. Before, I used to say "Hi Will, just the same regular trim. K, thanks!" Not anymore, and I LIKE that!
And last but not least...
No. 6: Tomorrow starts my four day weekend!! You have got to love state holidays and being employed by such. And it's pretty cool that my birthday just so happens to fall on one of those days off, I must say. I'm so excited to go up and see friends and the boyfriend, then back home to have a birthday dinner with family and friends there. I miss being around the people I love so much!
No. 1: You have to have a Carter to get a Reagan.
(I wish I was clever enough to have come up with this, but alas, I was not.) This phrase has been on my mind a lot in reading the news and such, for sure.
No. 2: There's a new penny! It was unveiled today, right here in Springfield, and it's supposed to be in circulation for the next 50 years!
No. 3: Alexander McQueen was found dead in his home early this morning. I'm not a huge high fashion person, but I definitely have seen his designs. He was extremely creative and made some very cool pieces - some extremely bizarre, but others very stylish. It's rumored he committed suicide. I find that so sad. I'm sure among many others, Lady GaGa will miss him.
No. 4: There are some sick people in the world. A man in Louisville, Ohio was charged with a felony after tattooing the letter "A" on a 1-year-old girls bottom. I hope he's never allowed to come near children ever again, let alone procreate. That's just so disgusting. For the life of me, I cannot understand some people.
No. 5: I'm getting a hair cut tomorrow and I think I'm going to get bangs. Ever since I chopped off my hair a year ago this time and gave it to Locks of Love, I've been so much more daring with my hairstyles. When I say daring, I mean daring in my terms, which means not afraid to do something a little different than the last time, not something drastic type daring. Each time I've gotten my hair cut after donating, I've done something different in the way it's cut each time. Before, I used to say "Hi Will, just the same regular trim. K, thanks!" Not anymore, and I LIKE that!
And last but not least...
No. 6: Tomorrow starts my four day weekend!! You have got to love state holidays and being employed by such. And it's pretty cool that my birthday just so happens to fall on one of those days off, I must say. I'm so excited to go up and see friends and the boyfriend, then back home to have a birthday dinner with family and friends there. I miss being around the people I love so much!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
It's A No Go
So I don't believe I'll be going to Phoenix in July...
My heart breaks every time I mention it or think about it.
Turns out there wouldn't be enough money to cover even close to half of my expenses, and even if I took the cheaper package they offer, I'd still have to cough up approximately $600.
It's seriously disappointing to me, but I'll just have to make sure I save up for Convention 2012.
My heart breaks every time I mention it or think about it.
Turns out there wouldn't be enough money to cover even close to half of my expenses, and even if I took the cheaper package they offer, I'd still have to cough up approximately $600.
It's seriously disappointing to me, but I'll just have to make sure I save up for Convention 2012.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sweet Dreams
You know, sometimes I just wish we didn't have dreams. Like they're weird. At least mine are.
Last night, I had dreams (yes, multiple due to the waking up a few times and then going back to sleep) and they were just bizarre. I woke up and thought "what in the world?!"
They involved but not limited to or exclusive to:
Guns, U of I paraphernalia, trains, food, little kids, magic or supernatural things, a highway underpass, dogs, a playground, people I know that were acting and dressing like they do not in real life, and rocks in a dish of water.
Now when I sit here an recall these things, I can't clearly piece them all together nor do I have an idea of any time sequence. I can only put bits of the story together and say that I remember this happening but then all the sudden this was happening. For example, and only just bit of my dreams:
I was on a train with some people, one being someone I knew and then a few other people but I don't know, and we moved from train car to train car, when all of the sudden we came upon some sort of a food shop (maybe pizza?) and I felt horribly unsafe, but the people were really friendly and showed us into the next car where it was a collection/shop of U of I stuff! (huh?!) We weren't anywhere in Illinois, feel like I might have been in Texas, and we say to the guy who showed us to this car something about "you're from Illinois?! so are we!" and start talking, yadda yadda. Then all the sudden I'm in like a playground setting and it's like the grayness you see in horror/scary movies. I'm pretty sure I'm playing with these two girls, probably 4 or 5, and then they run off after being called to this room in a house with two big windows. I watch them go and after a few minutes, another two children on a park bench fly up into the air real fast, but only like 4 feet from the bench, and someone pulls them back down by their arms. Then I look down and there's this semi-flat bowl thing of rocks, some big, some small. I drop another small rock into it, and the rocks move to the outside of the bowl and the rock I dropped in floats and bobs up and down around the center. I think there was some fizzing in the water too. The sky got just a bit darker and all the sudden, I look up and the room that the two girls went into is full of water and the one girl is swimming in the window, looking at me and telling me to run for my life. (umm what?!) So I start running towards another house structure, but I'm getting nowhere fast and feel as if I'm starting to panic because of that, thinking I'm done for it. But at the same time, I had no idea why she was telling me this and my legs were just lead.
I didn't make it to that house or whatever it was... my alarm went off. And what's crazy of all is that my alarm is set for 7. I remember hitting the snooze button for that, but I do not recall hitting the snooze button again at 7:09. I clearly did so though because when I woke up, it was 7:18. And that just bothers me. I don't enjoy not remembering things that I do or things that happen to me (which is probably why I don't get belligerent, blackout drunk). It just kinda freaks me out.
Am I messed up or what? No, probably not... I'll chalk it up to dreams just being really weird, but it certainly makes you wonder how these things form and where exactly it came from. And even though I don't know dream theory or whatever, if I wanted to go really deep and analyze my dream, I could probably draw some legitimate, abstract connections or analogies between what happened in my dream and my life. But most of all, I feel as if I just scratch my head in bewilderment every time I have one. Sometimes, you can't help but worry from them, even if that's silly. It's strange. Just simply strange.
So dear brain, please give me a normal, preferably nice dream next time. Ok? Thanks! Love, Johanna
Last night, I had dreams (yes, multiple due to the waking up a few times and then going back to sleep) and they were just bizarre. I woke up and thought "what in the world?!"
They involved but not limited to or exclusive to:
Guns, U of I paraphernalia, trains, food, little kids, magic or supernatural things, a highway underpass, dogs, a playground, people I know that were acting and dressing like they do not in real life, and rocks in a dish of water.
Now when I sit here an recall these things, I can't clearly piece them all together nor do I have an idea of any time sequence. I can only put bits of the story together and say that I remember this happening but then all the sudden this was happening. For example, and only just bit of my dreams:
I was on a train with some people, one being someone I knew and then a few other people but I don't know, and we moved from train car to train car, when all of the sudden we came upon some sort of a food shop (maybe pizza?) and I felt horribly unsafe, but the people were really friendly and showed us into the next car where it was a collection/shop of U of I stuff! (huh?!) We weren't anywhere in Illinois, feel like I might have been in Texas, and we say to the guy who showed us to this car something about "you're from Illinois?! so are we!" and start talking, yadda yadda. Then all the sudden I'm in like a playground setting and it's like the grayness you see in horror/scary movies. I'm pretty sure I'm playing with these two girls, probably 4 or 5, and then they run off after being called to this room in a house with two big windows. I watch them go and after a few minutes, another two children on a park bench fly up into the air real fast, but only like 4 feet from the bench, and someone pulls them back down by their arms. Then I look down and there's this semi-flat bowl thing of rocks, some big, some small. I drop another small rock into it, and the rocks move to the outside of the bowl and the rock I dropped in floats and bobs up and down around the center. I think there was some fizzing in the water too. The sky got just a bit darker and all the sudden, I look up and the room that the two girls went into is full of water and the one girl is swimming in the window, looking at me and telling me to run for my life. (umm what?!) So I start running towards another house structure, but I'm getting nowhere fast and feel as if I'm starting to panic because of that, thinking I'm done for it. But at the same time, I had no idea why she was telling me this and my legs were just lead.
I didn't make it to that house or whatever it was... my alarm went off. And what's crazy of all is that my alarm is set for 7. I remember hitting the snooze button for that, but I do not recall hitting the snooze button again at 7:09. I clearly did so though because when I woke up, it was 7:18. And that just bothers me. I don't enjoy not remembering things that I do or things that happen to me (which is probably why I don't get belligerent, blackout drunk). It just kinda freaks me out.
Am I messed up or what? No, probably not... I'll chalk it up to dreams just being really weird, but it certainly makes you wonder how these things form and where exactly it came from. And even though I don't know dream theory or whatever, if I wanted to go really deep and analyze my dream, I could probably draw some legitimate, abstract connections or analogies between what happened in my dream and my life. But most of all, I feel as if I just scratch my head in bewilderment every time I have one. Sometimes, you can't help but worry from them, even if that's silly. It's strange. Just simply strange.
So dear brain, please give me a normal, preferably nice dream next time. Ok? Thanks! Love, Johanna
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Random Musings of a Saturday Night
I sit here and there is just so much I want to write about! Long post, so beware!
First off, I'm using my Mom's laptop (I came home for the evening after having breakfast at our cafe and a Phi Mu alumnae event in Champaign) and it is the computer I bought to take to college with me before I bought my Mac. Well, the space bar is broken on it and I have been forced to stop every other word or so to fix it. A wee bit annoying. And no, that wasn't the reason I passed it along to her... this space bar fiasco just happened a few weeks ago and I've had my Mac for almost two years.
Anywho... here I go with the multi-topic post.
My mother was a teacher for over 25 years. She has quite an interesting story of her younger years. If you know her already, you should ask her about it. If you don't know her yet, you should (cause she's amazing), and then once you know her, you should ask her about it. I'm sure she would have no problem with me telling about it here, but it's much better when the story comes from the person who actually lived it. Throughout her teaching years, she spent some time in Connecticut. While in Connecticut, she taught some family members of rather famous people. The first, Jim Henson's daughter. You know, Kermit's creator. Yeah. She met him several times too. Second, Vince Lombardi's granddaughter. You know, the guy the Super Bowl trophy is named after. I love the muppets of course, but I'm particularly fond of the Lombardi connection given that I'm an unabashed Green Bay Packer fan. I was rather shocked of both, though, and thought it was really cool!
So I'm in my last few days of being a 22 year old. I was trying to explain to a few people how I felt about turning 23, and the only thing I could really come up with is that it's the year that I move past the college age. Eighteen to 22 were my college years and 23 is the age where it's almost as if it says "you're definitely done with that now." I know that I graduated almost a year ago now (umm. whoa.), but it seems like to me that turning 23 is just making me realize that it's the first age of moving past that time. (Hellooooo officially being an adult!) That doesn't mean I don't still feel like I'm in college though, trust me! I definitely still feel like that, minus the feelings and stresses of having major bills and such. Oy. Oh, and the fact that I'm ready for bed, at the latest, around 11. I guess that's kinda a big one.
Sororities will have national conventions usually every two years. The year I was President of my chapter happened to be a year that Phi Mu had their convention. Every collegiate and alumnae chapter sends their President there as their chapter delegate for the convention body and the fees, flight, hotel, etc. are covered. Therefore, I was able to travel to Orlando, Florida and stay for five days representing my chapter and the women in it. It might sound silly to some, but it was one of the proudest moments I have ever experienced and it was such an honor to be there on behalf of the chapter. Well, this year, convention will be held in Phoenix, Arizona. Needless to say, I wanna go. So. Unbelievably. Bad! Not being the President of my chapter any longer, I won't be able to go for free. Maybe! I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but here's something I found out today(!). I belong to the Phi Mu Champaign-Urbana Alumnae Chapter. We just restarted this chapter after years with lack of interest/involvement and we're growing at a decent rate. Being a person that likes to be involved quite a bit, I volunteered to be Vice President of the chapter. It's not a demanding job by any means, and I feel like I really should be and could be doing more with the position. But anyway, our President, a gal that I was close with in the collegiate chapter and a year older than me, just became the Chapter Advisor for the collegiate chapter. I figured she'd be going to convention to represent our C-U Alumnae Chapter on our dime, but since she's going as C.A. for the collegiate chapter, the collegiate chapter will cover her expenses. What's the next in line to represent the chapter? Yes, Veep! I don't know if our alumnae chapter has the funds to cover the full cost for me, but I'd be willing to come half-way on it, I just couldn't afford the whole thing on my own by any means. She's gonna check into it for me, but I hope to report soon that I'm heading West in July! Yes... Phoenix. In July. Ooftah... but still! Eeeeek! Fingers crossed.
During my tenure at UIUC, I was a part of this little group called the Orange Krush. If you're unfamiliar or have never seen an Illini basketball game on ESPN or CBS, click here. And/or here. The experience was absolutely amazing. Sure, I waited outside in below zero weather for 7 hours on multiple occasions and felt like I was going to turn into a popsicle, but the reward was worth it: among other things, taunting Eric Gordon and Calvin Sampson relentlessly with hundreds of other Orange Krushers. Sure, James Augustine laughed at me a little when I made a small 8x10 sign that said "Go Illini! It's my birthday!" on it because a game fell on my 19th birthday. But it was wonderful... and I got on ESPN on my birthday! (I have it on DVD if you're interested in seeing that... ha.) I find myself reminiscing here because I'm currently watching the Illini play Michigan State and I can't help but notice the orange-clad kiddos going nuts of which I once belonged. What good times. There's nothing like the feeling of college pride and cheering on your team. And in the House of 'Paign, every Orange Krusher feeds off the other and the other and then the other. It's electrifying and an experience I'll never forget. Alas, I only participated in two of my four years, but still. Memorable, priceless, and unbelievable. Also included in my membership years, the Chief's last dance. Historical. Oooo, I sense a future post about my feelings on that whole sitch.
Ok, this is going to be totally random, I know. And by this point, some of you might think I've been drinking before/during this post... but I'm just finding myself in a good and rather chatty mood. So get ready to think I'm silly... How cool would it be to be a bird? As I was driving back from Champaign with my Mom this afternoon, we saw several flocks of birds flying in formation. Against the blue sky with the setting sun, I just couldn't help but think how awesome it would be to be able spread my wings and go wherever I want, passing over beautiful and vast scenery. How awesome? Very awesome.
Valentine's season brings candy sour hearts to Del's Popcorn Shop. If you know what I'm talking about, you're awesome. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you still have time to redeem yourself, become awesome and discover these specialty seasonal candies. Got my fix this morning.
I'm done for this evening. I started this post two hours ago, and just now finishing it up. I can't decide if it's because the game is on, the space bar on this computer is shot, or I just had a lot to say.
I'm gonna go with all of the above.
Thanks for sticking with me. Look forward to spending another fun and eventful Saturday night with you in the future! (If that's not a telling sign that I've changed since and moved past college, I don't know what is!!)
One week till I see Tim, Whitney, Erinn, and Ryan in Chi-town!
Nine days until my birthday.
Three weeks till I loose my wisdom... teeth.
First off, I'm using my Mom's laptop (I came home for the evening after having breakfast at our cafe and a Phi Mu alumnae event in Champaign) and it is the computer I bought to take to college with me before I bought my Mac. Well, the space bar is broken on it and I have been forced to stop every other word or so to fix it. A wee bit annoying. And no, that wasn't the reason I passed it along to her... this space bar fiasco just happened a few weeks ago and I've had my Mac for almost two years.
Anywho... here I go with the multi-topic post.
My mother was a teacher for over 25 years. She has quite an interesting story of her younger years. If you know her already, you should ask her about it. If you don't know her yet, you should (cause she's amazing), and then once you know her, you should ask her about it. I'm sure she would have no problem with me telling about it here, but it's much better when the story comes from the person who actually lived it. Throughout her teaching years, she spent some time in Connecticut. While in Connecticut, she taught some family members of rather famous people. The first, Jim Henson's daughter. You know, Kermit's creator. Yeah. She met him several times too. Second, Vince Lombardi's granddaughter. You know, the guy the Super Bowl trophy is named after. I love the muppets of course, but I'm particularly fond of the Lombardi connection given that I'm an unabashed Green Bay Packer fan. I was rather shocked of both, though, and thought it was really cool!
So I'm in my last few days of being a 22 year old. I was trying to explain to a few people how I felt about turning 23, and the only thing I could really come up with is that it's the year that I move past the college age. Eighteen to 22 were my college years and 23 is the age where it's almost as if it says "you're definitely done with that now." I know that I graduated almost a year ago now (umm. whoa.), but it seems like to me that turning 23 is just making me realize that it's the first age of moving past that time. (Hellooooo officially being an adult!) That doesn't mean I don't still feel like I'm in college though, trust me! I definitely still feel like that, minus the feelings and stresses of having major bills and such. Oy. Oh, and the fact that I'm ready for bed, at the latest, around 11. I guess that's kinda a big one.
Sororities will have national conventions usually every two years. The year I was President of my chapter happened to be a year that Phi Mu had their convention. Every collegiate and alumnae chapter sends their President there as their chapter delegate for the convention body and the fees, flight, hotel, etc. are covered. Therefore, I was able to travel to Orlando, Florida and stay for five days representing my chapter and the women in it. It might sound silly to some, but it was one of the proudest moments I have ever experienced and it was such an honor to be there on behalf of the chapter. Well, this year, convention will be held in Phoenix, Arizona. Needless to say, I wanna go. So. Unbelievably. Bad! Not being the President of my chapter any longer, I won't be able to go for free. Maybe! I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but here's something I found out today(!). I belong to the Phi Mu Champaign-Urbana Alumnae Chapter. We just restarted this chapter after years with lack of interest/involvement and we're growing at a decent rate. Being a person that likes to be involved quite a bit, I volunteered to be Vice President of the chapter. It's not a demanding job by any means, and I feel like I really should be and could be doing more with the position. But anyway, our President, a gal that I was close with in the collegiate chapter and a year older than me, just became the Chapter Advisor for the collegiate chapter. I figured she'd be going to convention to represent our C-U Alumnae Chapter on our dime, but since she's going as C.A. for the collegiate chapter, the collegiate chapter will cover her expenses. What's the next in line to represent the chapter? Yes, Veep! I don't know if our alumnae chapter has the funds to cover the full cost for me, but I'd be willing to come half-way on it, I just couldn't afford the whole thing on my own by any means. She's gonna check into it for me, but I hope to report soon that I'm heading West in July! Yes... Phoenix. In July. Ooftah... but still! Eeeeek! Fingers crossed.
During my tenure at UIUC, I was a part of this little group called the Orange Krush. If you're unfamiliar or have never seen an Illini basketball game on ESPN or CBS, click here. And/or here. The experience was absolutely amazing. Sure, I waited outside in below zero weather for 7 hours on multiple occasions and felt like I was going to turn into a popsicle, but the reward was worth it: among other things, taunting Eric Gordon and Calvin Sampson relentlessly with hundreds of other Orange Krushers. Sure, James Augustine laughed at me a little when I made a small 8x10 sign that said "Go Illini! It's my birthday!" on it because a game fell on my 19th birthday. But it was wonderful... and I got on ESPN on my birthday! (I have it on DVD if you're interested in seeing that... ha.) I find myself reminiscing here because I'm currently watching the Illini play Michigan State and I can't help but notice the orange-clad kiddos going nuts of which I once belonged. What good times. There's nothing like the feeling of college pride and cheering on your team. And in the House of 'Paign, every Orange Krusher feeds off the other and the other and then the other. It's electrifying and an experience I'll never forget. Alas, I only participated in two of my four years, but still. Memorable, priceless, and unbelievable. Also included in my membership years, the Chief's last dance. Historical. Oooo, I sense a future post about my feelings on that whole sitch.
Ok, this is going to be totally random, I know. And by this point, some of you might think I've been drinking before/during this post... but I'm just finding myself in a good and rather chatty mood. So get ready to think I'm silly... How cool would it be to be a bird? As I was driving back from Champaign with my Mom this afternoon, we saw several flocks of birds flying in formation. Against the blue sky with the setting sun, I just couldn't help but think how awesome it would be to be able spread my wings and go wherever I want, passing over beautiful and vast scenery. How awesome? Very awesome.
Valentine's season brings candy sour hearts to Del's Popcorn Shop. If you know what I'm talking about, you're awesome. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you still have time to redeem yourself, become awesome and discover these specialty seasonal candies. Got my fix this morning.
I'm done for this evening. I started this post two hours ago, and just now finishing it up. I can't decide if it's because the game is on, the space bar on this computer is shot, or I just had a lot to say.
I'm gonna go with all of the above.
Thanks for sticking with me. Look forward to spending another fun and eventful Saturday night with you in the future! (If that's not a telling sign that I've changed since and moved past college, I don't know what is!!)
One week till I see Tim, Whitney, Erinn, and Ryan in Chi-town!
Nine days until my birthday.
Three weeks till I loose my wisdom... teeth.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Wisdom-less?
So I get to have the first surgery of my life soon!!
(except minus the exclamation points... or take them as sarcasm)
I was told by my dentist a long time ago (like possibly two, maybe more, years ago) that I needed to have my wisdom teeth out. I was like "yeah, sure" but they never really bothered me so I wasn't going to go spend all this money for something that wasn't necessary at the time.
Except now it's necessary.
I won't bother you with details, but I went to him Monday morning, and he said "yep, that tooth is coming in in a place it has no room to come in to."
I'm assuming that eventually, the others will do the same.
Therefore on February 26, I will go through surgery at approximately a half past eight in the morning...
Up until then, I will experience much anxiety, fear, and complaining of how I don't want to do it in anticipation of my first surgery.
(except minus the exclamation points... or take them as sarcasm)
I was told by my dentist a long time ago (like possibly two, maybe more, years ago) that I needed to have my wisdom teeth out. I was like "yeah, sure" but they never really bothered me so I wasn't going to go spend all this money for something that wasn't necessary at the time.
Except now it's necessary.
I won't bother you with details, but I went to him Monday morning, and he said "yep, that tooth is coming in in a place it has no room to come in to."
I'm assuming that eventually, the others will do the same.
Therefore on February 26, I will go through surgery at approximately a half past eight in the morning...
Up until then, I will experience much anxiety, fear, and complaining of how I don't want to do it in anticipation of my first surgery.
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