But It's True, I Am Not The Same Since I Met You

Sleepy.

I don't think anything remarkable's happened this week. Although, I've corrupted our entire floor with Sim City 2000. I found the game while I was scanning through my external hard drive because I didn't remember what was on it, and Sam saw me playing so I put it on a disc for him, and then he gave it to someone, and they gave it to someone...and now about half our floor is playing Sim City 2000 instead of doing homework. For the first time, not only have I effectively procrastinated, I've effectively led to the procrastination of an entire group of people. =)

I think I know what I'm going to do next year. I was looking at Lawrence, until Martin told me that his cousin rents a house in La Crosse and we could pretty easily get it because he's related to the guy. The catch being of course that I would need to transfer to La Crosse. So...I started looking at UWL. The school I decided last year was at the bottom of my list. The school that was too big, too public, and too close.

I think I like it.

There's nothing -here- that isn't offered -there- and except for the radio show I'm pretty sure that I'm not going to have to give anything up (which is okay, because I'm rapidly running out of cool new songs to play on the radio.) Plus, it's a good $20,000 cheaper, and I've ocme to the realization that if I stay here I'll spend at least the next 10 years struggling to pay off my student loans. And I'm ready to give up dorm life--I have some awesome suitemates but I'd like to go back to having my own room. And a kitchen. Plus, I practically lived with Martin this summer anyway. I'm not sure who we'd get as a third yet [or if we'd need one] but I don't think that would be a problem.

Of course, this all seems just a little too convenient, right? Melissa's probably going to La Crosse and all of a sudden I decide I want to too? Honestly, I wasn't even considering UW-L until I found out I could rent a house with Martin. And I've been giving it a lot of thought, and I really think I would still want to do this even if she wasn't going there. Why has nothing [I hope] to do with her, only how soon.

And if I turn out to be wrong, I can always transfer back. So we'll see what happens.

Also; NaNoWriMo starts really really soon and I'm terrified.

Oh, and apparantly for the first time in a recent survey, the majority of respondants thought that the Iraq war was the "wrong thing to do." Well, yeah. I thought that was about common knowledge by now.

Uhm..."I told you so" ?

No Matter What Comes Next, We'll Be Okay

I'm so very behind on this blog.

Cliff notes!

The weekend before last, I went on a spontaneous trip home that led to me getting back together with Melissa. Bad reason to drive 200 miles? Possibly. Worth it? Definitely.

And last weekend--we're skipping the week and taking it for granted that nothing thrilling happened--was the improv show I was in, Forms of 42. It was so much fun. Improv is unlike any type of show I've been in before. Friday night we had a relatively small crowd--60 people, I'd guess, out of 100 chairs--but the show was so much fun. So great, in fact, that a lot of those people told me they were coming back the next night. And they weren't kidding. Saturday night we had a full house, and then some. I'd guess at least 120 people--and remember, seating for 100. It was unbelievable for a Studio show. "Studio" for everyone off-Knox (which, I believe, is every single person that ever reads this) is a small, 'back' stage--it's where the little, less important shows go on. Afterwards, I had a bunch of people I didn't know telling me how halarious we were and even an alumn. It was Homecoming Weekend, so a bunch of alumni were back. One guy, dressed up all importantly, suit-and-tie type, gave me a funny look when I walked by, then he turned and chased me down and asked me if I was in the improv show and proceeded to tell me how great I was. =) It's always nice getting a completely random ego boost--particularly when they really mean it.

For FP this week, we've had a surprisingly good bunch of reading. Well, the Plato stuff wasn't fantastic--but Feynman (What Do You Care What Other People Think?) and another author I can't remember the name of (Cloister Walk) were surprisingly good, the type one might genuinely enjoy if they knew they wouldn't eventually be writing a paper on it. It's interesting stuff, particularly the Cloister Walk, which deals a lot with communal living in a monastary and how it clears up a lot of the misconceptions we have. There's a lot of talk about poets, some of which make me think "oh, those ridiculously artsy types" and some of which make me think "you know, she might be on to something." She writes well enough that even if you blatantly disagree, she's not forcing anything down your throat. I thought that was an interesting style of reading, because I learned just a few days ago that I try to be the same way. Susen will vouch for me. I can be a good person, really. =)

Now, onto this weekend. I crammed a ridiculous amount of reading and not enough paperwriting into the last 24 hours and I'm -almost- caught up enough to comfortably go home right after class Friday. I'll still need to do some writing while I'm back, and I don't have a clue when that'll fit in, but I'm not going to spend time worrying about it now when I need to be using this time for my CS homework and not something pointless like say, blogging. =) But I'm in the mood to go on and on [maybe because of that book] and so I shall because people seem to like it when I do that when it's been a while since I've done that.

Tentative schedule!
Friday: Get home at like, 8 or 9. Bonfire with the parentals, whom I promised to spend more than an hour with this weekend. [I'm a horrible person, I don't care.] Possibly some neighbors coming over, possibly some friends, hopefully Melissa. Target sleep time: 3 a.m.

Saturday: Visit grandma. Visit Burnstad's. Hit up Goodwill [because the Goodwill here is terrible. Go Bowling with Cody and Martin. Visit Lauren. Visit Cassie. Stop at the Dodge's and see the new addition (a no-doubt cute baby girl named Sarah) and get a bunch of CDs from Brandon. Maybe work on my FP paper? Go to a play with Melissa [the result of Merril sneakily asking if she was doing anything Saturday] and then hanging out with Melissa and possibly staying at Martin's or something. Target sleep time: 5 a.m.? >.>;

Saturday's going to kill me, I think, so nothing's on the agenda for Sunday. =)

So, if you're still reading, you're either someone that cares about me or someone who's really bored. In either case, thanks for sitting through this muck. I'll never tell you to your face how awesome you are. =)

This is insane.

What the hell? This site has some videos and newscasts of the scene. There's absolutely no excuse for something like this.

Memo to self! Continue tradition of not seeing shows in Kenosha.

The Closest I've Ever Been

So, it turns out Mount Everest is 12 feet shorter than we thought.

THIS JUST IN. No one cares.

Moving on. I haven't posted in...2 weeks? Three? I'm not for sure. It's been a while though. May as well pick up from where I left off, the first weekend of October.

Chicago is amazing [at least to someone who's spend the majority of their life not living within a quarter mile of another house]. We've decided that we're going back and spending like 2 weeks down there so we can have time to do everything we want to do. And maybe stay with Nick's godparents at their awesome lake again. =D

I scared my parents, who didn't expect me home. That was fun.

I'll finish this entry laaater. In another post. Because my mind is completely not focusing right now. This weekend rocked.