Well... I had lots more to say today, as I wrote in the previous entry, but time has slipped away from me... I got my ish printed, thanks to Nick. And, I wrote my speech... the Tri-Dilta is goin' down. Anyway... I'm weirded out. Not going into depths... but all I will do is marinate on the quote Jerome had in his blog...
"To let a fool kiss you is stupid, to let a kiss fool you is worse."
-E. Y. Harburg
Hmm...
In other news, Berkeley Place sucks big fat uber-sloppy monkey balls. The Reserve is the poo... take a big whiff. More to come on that later...
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Monday, March 29, 2004
ugh and a half
Okay... First of all, lemme say that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE writing in my blog(s) when I am not in my room... like when I am in Brackett or Martin. I am in Martin right now... sitting here wasting away. I have a pretty stout week, but yet, I am lazily blogging away here in the lab.
My intention was to come here and print out the massive amounts of sources I need to prove the Tri-Dilta girl wrong in my NCLB speech on Thursday. But lo and behold, NONE of the printers on campus are working... no, I am not lying or joking or blowing anything out of proportion... NONE of the lab printers on campus are working. So, I am here, checkin' e-mail, readin' blogs, chattin' under my King Congruence alias... this is the life... Oh, and I'm also STARVING! I am waiting for Anna to get out of class so I can go eat lunch with her and Nick. I really feel like I am going to waste away...
Anyway, this week is gonna be pretty crappy... well, not really. It appeared as if it was going to be, because I had crap due today and tomorrow... but even in my slothfulness this weekend, I got both those things done. Yay. Now, all I have to worry about is my Special Ed test on Wednesday, ED F 315 project due Wednesday, speech Thursday, and PE test Thursday... Wednesday shouldn't be too bad... but Thursday is gonna suck... then after that, I get to worry about formal on Saturday and elections on Sunday!
Anyway, I just got a call from Anna saying she's ready to eat, so I guess I gotta cut this short... and I actually had a lot more to write about (yes, I'm not getting blocked out by thoughts of the USC fan)!
Just to temp you, I plan on writing about why Berkeley Place can go to hell and where Patrick, Nick, and I (AND THE NEW ROOMIE-TO-BE- JUSTIN!!!) will be living next year!!! w00t!
My intention was to come here and print out the massive amounts of sources I need to prove the Tri-Dilta girl wrong in my NCLB speech on Thursday. But lo and behold, NONE of the printers on campus are working... no, I am not lying or joking or blowing anything out of proportion... NONE of the lab printers on campus are working. So, I am here, checkin' e-mail, readin' blogs, chattin' under my King Congruence alias... this is the life... Oh, and I'm also STARVING! I am waiting for Anna to get out of class so I can go eat lunch with her and Nick. I really feel like I am going to waste away...
Anyway, this week is gonna be pretty crappy... well, not really. It appeared as if it was going to be, because I had crap due today and tomorrow... but even in my slothfulness this weekend, I got both those things done. Yay. Now, all I have to worry about is my Special Ed test on Wednesday, ED F 315 project due Wednesday, speech Thursday, and PE test Thursday... Wednesday shouldn't be too bad... but Thursday is gonna suck... then after that, I get to worry about formal on Saturday and elections on Sunday!
Anyway, I just got a call from Anna saying she's ready to eat, so I guess I gotta cut this short... and I actually had a lot more to write about (yes, I'm not getting blocked out by thoughts of the USC fan)!
Just to temp you, I plan on writing about why Berkeley Place can go to hell and where Patrick, Nick, and I (AND THE NEW ROOMIE-TO-BE- JUSTIN!!!) will be living next year!!! w00t!
worshipping at the altar of another person
I got this quote last night from who will be known as "the USC fan." Yes, we have progressed from the crush to the USC fan. The USC fan is the whole reason why I couldn't write clearly on Friday... I still can't. Gotta listen to what Missy and Erin say... and my heart too.
But, the USC fan obviously has some sense... that quote is amazing isn't it? We see eye to eye on a lot. But even I couldn't come up with anything as nice as that. Sweet... poetic... too much.
Anyway, we took a walk around campus on Friday night. It was a different kind of meeting. I dunno if I would call it a date, but it was tender. The USC fan even admitted it was tender. And of course, the sorors, Nick and Patty, thought it was tender. But as for Patty... he's on a little excursion right now too... diva points for him. ::snap:: ::snap:: ::snap::
Anyway... my mind if freakin' out... I don't know what to say, frankly, 'cause I don't quite know what is goin' on... So... I will now delve into the fraternal part of my life... ::whew::
I got nominated for VP tonight! So far, I am the only one running. I don't want to get complacent and not have to work for my position, but I am glad that my brothers see me as so highly qualified. I know I'm gonna really have to put together a well polished campaign though. Unfortunately this comes when I have SO MUCH due... class wise AND fraternally... Formal is this weekend... and I am FREAKING THE HELL OUT! I'm really stressed...
...but, the USC fan is helping to keep me a little more sane. :)
DISCLAIMER: This entry is completely unacceptable. Yes, I write in stream of consciousness... however, tonight, I think that tonight, the stream was meandering inbetween some rocky crags and ish... If anything, this should show you how different this whole situation is for me... Thanks.
But, the USC fan obviously has some sense... that quote is amazing isn't it? We see eye to eye on a lot. But even I couldn't come up with anything as nice as that. Sweet... poetic... too much.
Anyway, we took a walk around campus on Friday night. It was a different kind of meeting. I dunno if I would call it a date, but it was tender. The USC fan even admitted it was tender. And of course, the sorors, Nick and Patty, thought it was tender. But as for Patty... he's on a little excursion right now too... diva points for him. ::snap:: ::snap:: ::snap::
Anyway... my mind if freakin' out... I don't know what to say, frankly, 'cause I don't quite know what is goin' on... So... I will now delve into the fraternal part of my life... ::whew::
I got nominated for VP tonight! So far, I am the only one running. I don't want to get complacent and not have to work for my position, but I am glad that my brothers see me as so highly qualified. I know I'm gonna really have to put together a well polished campaign though. Unfortunately this comes when I have SO MUCH due... class wise AND fraternally... Formal is this weekend... and I am FREAKING THE HELL OUT! I'm really stressed...
...but, the USC fan is helping to keep me a little more sane. :)
DISCLAIMER: This entry is completely unacceptable. Yes, I write in stream of consciousness... however, tonight, I think that tonight, the stream was meandering inbetween some rocky crags and ish... If anything, this should show you how different this whole situation is for me... Thanks.
Friday, March 26, 2004
easy like grape kool-aid
So, I cannot wait until after lunch today to write in here... I am having serious withdrawl. Kinda like how I was having serious grape kool-aid withdrawl. Jenee was kind enough to take me to Bi-Lo late last night so I could get some... and when I got there, I contemplated getting cherry instead... but she said, "But you love grape kool-aid!" That made me feel special that she knew what I liked so much that she discouraged me from getting another flavor. That was sweet...
...sweet like the kool-aid. See, the whole reason that I went and got some is because I was in a state of fasting and praying yesterday... I dunno if all of you out there in blog land know what that is, but fasting is when you don't eat as a demonstration of humility and focus on what it is you are praying about. I dunno if anyone saw the entry that I wrote late Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning, but it was a prayer... a prayer that I have prayed for a long time, but I that prayer is a little more relevant now. It's hard for me to stick to fasts and stuff... but my parents do it quite often... I mean, I guess that is what I get for being the son of a preacher man... But, if they can do it, I figured I could too. I did all yesterday too. And I realized that I was doing the right thing when I was about to give in and just do the 6:00 fast where you don't eat until after 6, but those plans got squashed... ironic really. I was going to go to KKPsi night at Columbo's, but I called to see if people were still there, and they were all leaving. So, I decided to just not eat.
I have pretty strong faith... except for when it comes to the r-word, of course... but I feel like this fast has given me even greater strength... But, the fast alone has not helped... Erin. Yes, my darling buddy who resides in the Vera-less Sparkle City. I talked to her yesterday about this whole situation, because she normally helped me out when it came to stuff like this. Just because she has a boyfriend really doesn't mean we have nothing in common. If anything, she could help me out, you know? So, I IMed her in the middle of the day yesterday. It was so good to talk to her. It was like old times. I vented, she listened. She's such a good listener. We are good for each other like that. Anyway, she game me some absolutely stellar advice. Ironically, it is the same as the Alicia Keys Ham Rule: Don't Fall. Her exact words were "it might be difficult but DONT FALL until you KNOW the facts." She is great. And if anything, her dating Bryan has given her one up on situations like this. She's never really given me advice like this before... but this advice seems really good... and the most important part is that it shows how much she cares. Thank you, Erin. I love you SO much!
Anyway, I know all of this is vague, but the reason I'm not saying much is because like Erin said, I can't fall... and writing about this situation in full detail in here is like falling... actually, it's like the No Self-Proclaimed Crushes Rule... but we all know how much I follow that rule... I'm going to play by the rules, take heed to Erin's advice, and walk by faith... and drink my grape kool-aid.
...sweet like the kool-aid. See, the whole reason that I went and got some is because I was in a state of fasting and praying yesterday... I dunno if all of you out there in blog land know what that is, but fasting is when you don't eat as a demonstration of humility and focus on what it is you are praying about. I dunno if anyone saw the entry that I wrote late Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning, but it was a prayer... a prayer that I have prayed for a long time, but I that prayer is a little more relevant now. It's hard for me to stick to fasts and stuff... but my parents do it quite often... I mean, I guess that is what I get for being the son of a preacher man... But, if they can do it, I figured I could too. I did all yesterday too. And I realized that I was doing the right thing when I was about to give in and just do the 6:00 fast where you don't eat until after 6, but those plans got squashed... ironic really. I was going to go to KKPsi night at Columbo's, but I called to see if people were still there, and they were all leaving. So, I decided to just not eat.
I have pretty strong faith... except for when it comes to the r-word, of course... but I feel like this fast has given me even greater strength... But, the fast alone has not helped... Erin. Yes, my darling buddy who resides in the Vera-less Sparkle City. I talked to her yesterday about this whole situation, because she normally helped me out when it came to stuff like this. Just because she has a boyfriend really doesn't mean we have nothing in common. If anything, she could help me out, you know? So, I IMed her in the middle of the day yesterday. It was so good to talk to her. It was like old times. I vented, she listened. She's such a good listener. We are good for each other like that. Anyway, she game me some absolutely stellar advice. Ironically, it is the same as the Alicia Keys Ham Rule: Don't Fall. Her exact words were "it might be difficult but DONT FALL until you KNOW the facts." She is great. And if anything, her dating Bryan has given her one up on situations like this. She's never really given me advice like this before... but this advice seems really good... and the most important part is that it shows how much she cares. Thank you, Erin. I love you SO much!
Anyway, I know all of this is vague, but the reason I'm not saying much is because like Erin said, I can't fall... and writing about this situation in full detail in here is like falling... actually, it's like the No Self-Proclaimed Crushes Rule... but we all know how much I follow that rule... I'm going to play by the rules, take heed to Erin's advice, and walk by faith... and drink my grape kool-aid.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
MISSY DAVIS: play it hard extraordinaire
So, I removed the entry that I wrote last night... I know, I never do that... well, more like, I never DID that. It came after talking to my dear sweet lil bro #1, Missy. Missy told me that while tender and exciting, the entry I wrote last night, was not acceptable for someone such as myself... or the person that I, myself, am trying to be.
Anyway, here's some irony... they had french onion soup today in Harcombe. It sucked... ironic due to yesterday's turn of events. It was cold, had like no onion in it, and strangely enough, the cheese I put in it sank straight to the bottom... I like it when it floats on top... mmm...
Anyway... I can't write tonight. My head is too full. I think that I will be able to write more freely after Friday at around lunch time. I also can't write because Missy Davis, play it hard extraordinaire wouldn't be pleased... she is so hella tight.
But... I am thankful. Thankful for last night... thankful for 9 pm today. Thankful for about 45 minutes from now... Thankful for this funny feeling that has been in my stomach all day. Thanks, God.
Anyway, here's some irony... they had french onion soup today in Harcombe. It sucked... ironic due to yesterday's turn of events. It was cold, had like no onion in it, and strangely enough, the cheese I put in it sank straight to the bottom... I like it when it floats on top... mmm...
Anyway... I can't write tonight. My head is too full. I think that I will be able to write more freely after Friday at around lunch time. I also can't write because Missy Davis, play it hard extraordinaire wouldn't be pleased... she is so hella tight.
But... I am thankful. Thankful for last night... thankful for 9 pm today. Thankful for about 45 minutes from now... Thankful for this funny feeling that has been in my stomach all day. Thanks, God.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
a new found love for those of the three triangle persuasion
So, tonight's blog entry was going to be called "A New Found Dislike for Those of the Three Triangle Persuasion." Who am I talking about? If you guessed Jenee, you are wrong. She and I are definitley skraight... and she is not of the three triangle persuasion... she is definitely of the "psi" persuasion. So, the individuals I am talking about are Greek. Yes, our lovely sisters of "Dilta Dilta Dilta." Tri-Delt. Their snow beast of a Miss Clemson contestant said it "Dilta Dilta Dilta." Anyway, I was about to be for real pissed at one of them today... This is why...
Well, in speech, we are doing persuasive speeches. I decided a while ago to do mine on the drawbacks of George Dubya's "No Child Left Behind" bull crap. Lo and behold, this Tri-Delt, Kelsey, announces that she is doing hers on the ADVANTAGES of "No Child Left Behind..." and her reasoning: "Well, I just saw that someone was doing the drawbacks, so I decided to do the advantages." Oooh... this girl obviously did not know me. I think she might have thought she did from the speeches about band and KKPsi that I so eloquently and jocundly delivered to the class... but I was upset. I was ready to head to the library and research the hell out of some N.C.L.B.
Well, after I went to Seneca and tutored, I parked down on Cherry Road so I could walk down to my dorm and pass by Smith and Barnett so I could put my name up on the duty boards. Smith Hall, by the way, is home to the Kappas (burnt hair), Chi Os (hoo), and... the Tri-Delts. I went in and put my name up, and as I was leaving, who else walks up to the door but Kelsey. I held the door open and gave that "I-know-you-from-class-but-not-well-enough-to-say-hi-to-you" smile. She had a different sort of look on her face. As I kept walking away from the door, she stood there and said, "Hey, Hamilton, I'm Kelsey and I'm in your speech class." I was like, "Oh, hey!" Then she said, "I just wanted to let you know that I don't really know much about 'No Child Left Behind,' I just know that I agree with it, so I'm not trying to argue with you. No offense!" she said as she smiled. I smiled too. "None taken."
So, yay for the Tri-Delts! I think that that is probably the most positive interaction I have ever had with one. So, how normally, one bad apple can spoil the whole bunch, one good Tri-Delt has definitely boosted my approval of the rest of them.
Well, in speech, we are doing persuasive speeches. I decided a while ago to do mine on the drawbacks of George Dubya's "No Child Left Behind" bull crap. Lo and behold, this Tri-Delt, Kelsey, announces that she is doing hers on the ADVANTAGES of "No Child Left Behind..." and her reasoning: "Well, I just saw that someone was doing the drawbacks, so I decided to do the advantages." Oooh... this girl obviously did not know me. I think she might have thought she did from the speeches about band and KKPsi that I so eloquently and jocundly delivered to the class... but I was upset. I was ready to head to the library and research the hell out of some N.C.L.B.
Well, after I went to Seneca and tutored, I parked down on Cherry Road so I could walk down to my dorm and pass by Smith and Barnett so I could put my name up on the duty boards. Smith Hall, by the way, is home to the Kappas (burnt hair), Chi Os (hoo), and... the Tri-Delts. I went in and put my name up, and as I was leaving, who else walks up to the door but Kelsey. I held the door open and gave that "I-know-you-from-class-but-not-well-enough-to-say-hi-to-you" smile. She had a different sort of look on her face. As I kept walking away from the door, she stood there and said, "Hey, Hamilton, I'm Kelsey and I'm in your speech class." I was like, "Oh, hey!" Then she said, "I just wanted to let you know that I don't really know much about 'No Child Left Behind,' I just know that I agree with it, so I'm not trying to argue with you. No offense!" she said as she smiled. I smiled too. "None taken."
So, yay for the Tri-Delts! I think that that is probably the most positive interaction I have ever had with one. So, how normally, one bad apple can spoil the whole bunch, one good Tri-Delt has definitely boosted my approval of the rest of them.
Monday, March 22, 2004
blogworthy: CHRIS COLLINS
Well, I don't really have to say that he is blogworthy... He made himself blogworthy by leaving the comments he did. I really appreciate the things he said to me. I did not sit there and say, "No sir" as he predicted (that's actually kinda funny, 'cause I do say no sir and no ma'am when disagreeing with my friends). But his word of advice did not fall on deaf ears. The only thing is I have heard it a lot, so it's hard to really believe what he said. But, it does make me smile a little when I read it... Thank you, Chris. You have really shown yourself to be a brother.
Anyway, it's 11:09 on a Monday... that means that I should be either slaving away at something for one of my 4 classes tomorrow or in bed preparing to see Brent Igo at 8. Ugh. But, There are no sheets on my bed. LOL. I haven't had the time to make my bed since spring break ended, so I have one comforter over the mattress and I sleep with one over me. It shows how sad my home life is... home being my Clemson home... my dorm. I really don't like living alone anymore. If the words of Citizen Cope's "Theresa" were ever true, I belive them now... "alone is NO WAY to live." Last night, I was listening to this recording of Invictus by William Henley that Jenee sent me... it was kinda frightening... and I was all alone here in the room. It was a good kind of frightening though... I felt as if my founding fathers were here in the room with me.
Anyway, last night, on the way back from Greenville, I was listening to "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds. I started rewriting it as I sang it. It was sad... but the hope in my new rewritten version made me smile through the tears. Don't feel bad... that is the song I ALWAYS cry to when I listen to it. But last night, I cried for more than just that reason that I always cry for. Anyway, here goes again. I really hope Ben Folds doesn't mind. Ben is a god (even though Katie Reaves doesn't think so) and his music is amazing... Lucky him... because if he experiences the love that he sings about in this song, he truly is the luckiest. Here is my revision...
I don't get many things right the first time.
In fact, I am told that a lot.
But I know all the wrong turns and stumbles and falls will take me there.
And here I am before the day
that I see your lovely face
Soon I'll see it every day.
And I'll know
that I am, I am,
I am the luckiest.
Maybe if I've been born fifty years before you
in a house on a street where you'll live?
Maybe I'll be outside as you pass on your bike,
would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes,
I'll see one pair that I recognize.
And I'll know
that I am, I am,
I am the luckiest.
I'll love you more than I will
ever find a way to say to you.
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep.
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days
and passed away.
I'm sorry, I know that's a
strange way to tell you that I know we'll belong,
that I'll know that I am, I am
I am the luckiest.
It's not extremely different from the original... mainly just a few tense changes and stuff... But, as I listen to the song and sing my words, I'm not so saddened. There is hope in my revision. As I wrote, one of my lines stood out to me.
I'll love you more than I will
ever find a way to say to you.
It is hard to imagine a love so strong that not even this beautiful song could portray it to someone. I can barely IMAGINE it... will it really ever come? I know that people do have love like that... my parents, for example. But will I? Like I said, I can't imagine it. The poor woman mentioned in the song... to be so in love with someone, that once they are gone, there is no reason to live anymore... how beautiful.
It saddens me to think that some people go through the motions... in their r-thingies without true love for the person they are dating or simply "doing." It's possible for those people to have something incredibly special. ::sigh:: Why do I always end up writing about how horrible other people act? I can't reprimand them for being douches. Go ahead and be a douche. I'll just sit here in my room rewriting love songs so they are relevant in the future tense.
Anyway, it's 11:09 on a Monday... that means that I should be either slaving away at something for one of my 4 classes tomorrow or in bed preparing to see Brent Igo at 8. Ugh. But, There are no sheets on my bed. LOL. I haven't had the time to make my bed since spring break ended, so I have one comforter over the mattress and I sleep with one over me. It shows how sad my home life is... home being my Clemson home... my dorm. I really don't like living alone anymore. If the words of Citizen Cope's "Theresa" were ever true, I belive them now... "alone is NO WAY to live." Last night, I was listening to this recording of Invictus by William Henley that Jenee sent me... it was kinda frightening... and I was all alone here in the room. It was a good kind of frightening though... I felt as if my founding fathers were here in the room with me.
Anyway, last night, on the way back from Greenville, I was listening to "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds. I started rewriting it as I sang it. It was sad... but the hope in my new rewritten version made me smile through the tears. Don't feel bad... that is the song I ALWAYS cry to when I listen to it. But last night, I cried for more than just that reason that I always cry for. Anyway, here goes again. I really hope Ben Folds doesn't mind. Ben is a god (even though Katie Reaves doesn't think so) and his music is amazing... Lucky him... because if he experiences the love that he sings about in this song, he truly is the luckiest. Here is my revision...
I don't get many things right the first time.
In fact, I am told that a lot.
But I know all the wrong turns and stumbles and falls will take me there.
And here I am before the day
that I see your lovely face
Soon I'll see it every day.
And I'll know
that I am, I am,
I am the luckiest.
Maybe if I've been born fifty years before you
in a house on a street where you'll live?
Maybe I'll be outside as you pass on your bike,
would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes,
I'll see one pair that I recognize.
And I'll know
that I am, I am,
I am the luckiest.
I'll love you more than I will
ever find a way to say to you.
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep.
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days
and passed away.
I'm sorry, I know that's a
strange way to tell you that I know we'll belong,
that I'll know that I am, I am
I am the luckiest.
It's not extremely different from the original... mainly just a few tense changes and stuff... But, as I listen to the song and sing my words, I'm not so saddened. There is hope in my revision. As I wrote, one of my lines stood out to me.
I'll love you more than I will
ever find a way to say to you.
It is hard to imagine a love so strong that not even this beautiful song could portray it to someone. I can barely IMAGINE it... will it really ever come? I know that people do have love like that... my parents, for example. But will I? Like I said, I can't imagine it. The poor woman mentioned in the song... to be so in love with someone, that once they are gone, there is no reason to live anymore... how beautiful.
It saddens me to think that some people go through the motions... in their r-thingies without true love for the person they are dating or simply "doing." It's possible for those people to have something incredibly special. ::sigh:: Why do I always end up writing about how horrible other people act? I can't reprimand them for being douches. Go ahead and be a douche. I'll just sit here in my room rewriting love songs so they are relevant in the future tense.
she will be loved
Oh, Maroon 5... how you roll around simulating sex on MTV, but you sing the truth. I guess I should explain...
I'm not saying that there is some girl that I am loving or anything... but... okay, here goes sick and sappy... but I will be loved... right??? I hope. I don't want to make these last 5 weeks of school nothing but sadness, but... oh wait, that's all LAST April was... yep. Before this years episode of the crush, there was one last year that started with someone I met at SED. It ruined April. I am not looking to ruin another spring. But, from the looks of it, it will be sucky anyway. It's spring. Officially now... marked with my mom's birthday (yesterday). Which means "love is in the air" and Bowman field is teeming with hotties. Screw Bowman field... The SED was teeming with hotties. ::sigh::
Jenee had this plan... Operation: SLUT OUT. I mean, it was the opportune place to do so. A bunch of band geeks like ourselves... and being that they were band geeks as well, we knew the kind of nasty minds they had... they were prolly looking to slut out too. Anyway, as horrible as this sounds, I DID NOT slut out. I was me. And yes folks, once again, being me is not worth anything to anyone. Obviously to even get someone to notice you (NOTICE YOU, not sleep with you) you have to portray yourself as a "hoe." (Danny spells it with an e, so that's why I quoted it... we are presently talking about one of the SEDs hoe-y-ist sisters-to-be) Anyway, it appears that you can't win unless you are a prick... unlike the SED which is you can't win unless you HAVE a prick... LOL. Seriously though, I am getting and HAVE been getting the shaft for a long time. They usually say, "Good guys finish last." But, I say "Good guys don't finish.
So, here is to the last week and a half of March and the entire month of April... to be loved.
I'm not saying that there is some girl that I am loving or anything... but... okay, here goes sick and sappy... but I will be loved... right??? I hope. I don't want to make these last 5 weeks of school nothing but sadness, but... oh wait, that's all LAST April was... yep. Before this years episode of the crush, there was one last year that started with someone I met at SED. It ruined April. I am not looking to ruin another spring. But, from the looks of it, it will be sucky anyway. It's spring. Officially now... marked with my mom's birthday (yesterday). Which means "love is in the air" and Bowman field is teeming with hotties. Screw Bowman field... The SED was teeming with hotties. ::sigh::
Jenee had this plan... Operation: SLUT OUT. I mean, it was the opportune place to do so. A bunch of band geeks like ourselves... and being that they were band geeks as well, we knew the kind of nasty minds they had... they were prolly looking to slut out too. Anyway, as horrible as this sounds, I DID NOT slut out. I was me. And yes folks, once again, being me is not worth anything to anyone. Obviously to even get someone to notice you (NOTICE YOU, not sleep with you) you have to portray yourself as a "hoe." (Danny spells it with an e, so that's why I quoted it... we are presently talking about one of the SEDs hoe-y-ist sisters-to-be) Anyway, it appears that you can't win unless you are a prick... unlike the SED which is you can't win unless you HAVE a prick... LOL. Seriously though, I am getting and HAVE been getting the shaft for a long time. They usually say, "Good guys finish last." But, I say "Good guys don't finish.
So, here is to the last week and a half of March and the entire month of April... to be loved.
sed 2004
SED was fun. It WAS fun. A lot happened... I can't even begin to retell it all... but Jenee did. She did so in 20 items. I will attempt to as well, using some of hers for my Top 20 Things Revealed at SED 2004.
20. It is possible to get 4 people and their luggage to Tuskegee, AL and back in a VW Beetle and do so in style.
19. Some of the most beautiful women in the world are sorors of Tau Beta Sigma National Band Sorority, Inc.
18. The other most beautiful women are brothers of Kappa Kappa Psi National Honorary Band Fraternity, Inc.
17. Even if you are a female in KKPsi letters, you can still be considered a soror.
16. Kappa Beta has got it's sh*t together.
15. Our delegate, Jay, does too.
14. The Kappa Sigma delegate is the most persistent brother in the bond.
13. Gamma Nu's seminole chant can be silenced by a little humming of Tiger Rag.
12. Gamma Nu's seminole chant can also be silenced if you start singing Strong Bad Techno with them.
11. 1/4 of the district council will always belong to one chapter.
10. Alpha Omega is HANDS DOWN the most fabulous chapter of Tau Beta Sigma in the SED.
9. The Eta Eta sorors are hands down the most fabulous chapter outside of the SED.
8. "Syphillis does not begin with a PSI." -Jenee
7. Iota steps.
6. Black people CAN throw a party in the woods.
5. The SED of KKPsi is the only place in America where the black man wins.
4. You can be named Kita and be cool.
3. "The National Constitution SUPERCEDES the District Constitution." -Kirk Randazzo
2. Chris Haughee is a bad muthafucka.
1. Wava Banes Henry is the coolest woman alive, and her husband Reese is awesome too.
I had fun. I am invigorated and ready to truck on for one more year... at least as an undergrad.
Much love to Gamma Nu and Iota Omicron and the stunning sorors of Alpha Omega!
20. It is possible to get 4 people and their luggage to Tuskegee, AL and back in a VW Beetle and do so in style.
19. Some of the most beautiful women in the world are sorors of Tau Beta Sigma National Band Sorority, Inc.
18. The other most beautiful women are brothers of Kappa Kappa Psi National Honorary Band Fraternity, Inc.
17. Even if you are a female in KKPsi letters, you can still be considered a soror.
16. Kappa Beta has got it's sh*t together.
15. Our delegate, Jay, does too.
14. The Kappa Sigma delegate is the most persistent brother in the bond.
13. Gamma Nu's seminole chant can be silenced by a little humming of Tiger Rag.
12. Gamma Nu's seminole chant can also be silenced if you start singing Strong Bad Techno with them.
11. 1/4 of the district council will always belong to one chapter.
10. Alpha Omega is HANDS DOWN the most fabulous chapter of Tau Beta Sigma in the SED.
9. The Eta Eta sorors are hands down the most fabulous chapter outside of the SED.
8. "Syphillis does not begin with a PSI." -Jenee
7. Iota steps.
6. Black people CAN throw a party in the woods.
5. The SED of KKPsi is the only place in America where the black man wins.
4. You can be named Kita and be cool.
3. "The National Constitution SUPERCEDES the District Constitution." -Kirk Randazzo
2. Chris Haughee is a bad muthafucka.
1. Wava Banes Henry is the coolest woman alive, and her husband Reese is awesome too.
I had fun. I am invigorated and ready to truck on for one more year... at least as an undergrad.
Much love to Gamma Nu and Iota Omicron and the stunning sorors of Alpha Omega!
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
the story of king congruence
I wrote this when I started this blog with intentions of putting in in here, so people wouldn't have to ask me where the name "King Congruence" came from. Well, I had it saved as an away message on this my home computer. So, I found it, and here it is coming to you, the readers... GEEZ! I feel like Dr. Spede when he digs up some exciting old version of a fight song! This is exciting!
he took his seat with a scowl
and the class had just begun
how could he make this time go by
and be a little more fun?
his friends all sat across from him
looking bored with fright
so then he got out his pencil
and frantically began to write!
"geometry sucks really bad
and it really makes no sense
lets all make believe...
and i'll be king congruence!"
he passed the note discreetly
and one by one they read
and soon enough it was make believe
not geometry, in their heads
emily became the princess--
perpendicular to be exact
stephanie, lady linear--
with all her lines intact
then, there was jessica
who became the duchess decagon
with all the fun they had all year
their time in class was gone...
but king congruence wasn't...
he took his seat with a scowl
and the class had just begun
how could he make this time go by
and be a little more fun?
his friends all sat across from him
looking bored with fright
so then he got out his pencil
and frantically began to write!
"geometry sucks really bad
and it really makes no sense
lets all make believe...
and i'll be king congruence!"
he passed the note discreetly
and one by one they read
and soon enough it was make believe
not geometry, in their heads
emily became the princess--
perpendicular to be exact
stephanie, lady linear--
with all her lines intact
then, there was jessica
who became the duchess decagon
with all the fun they had all year
their time in class was gone...
but king congruence wasn't...
Sunday, March 14, 2004
i had something to say...
...but I forgot. LOL.
So, I started writing in my new Xanga blog. I said before that I don't like Xanga too much... just that everyone has it. I feel like a trend setter, cause I know a couple people hopped onto blogspot because of me. Yes, I know you love me. Anyway, I started the whole blog out of malice and dishonesty. Yes. It was bad. But I have learned from my mistakes. If anything, it has given me another outlet to express my feelings. But, I don't want to neglect this blog... I mean, this is my baby! So, if any of you have any ideas as to how I can write in both, please leave it in the comments. There is a link to my Xanga over in the links thing ------------> but I think the link doesn't work... I dunno. Here it is again. Go read what I wrote yesterday.
Anyway, I had good food today. My brother played the crap outta his saxophone. My Pop Pop has been here all weekend and I got to sit with him at church. I was UBERlazy today after church. And tomorrow, I head to CHARLESTON with Nick to visit Kate and Deni! w00t!
Now, I gotta go pack for that. This is going to be an extremely FABULOUS spring break. I will try to keep some kind of log to document how incredibly awesome it is. Have fun you guys, and be safe!
-King C.
So, I started writing in my new Xanga blog. I said before that I don't like Xanga too much... just that everyone has it. I feel like a trend setter, cause I know a couple people hopped onto blogspot because of me. Yes, I know you love me. Anyway, I started the whole blog out of malice and dishonesty. Yes. It was bad. But I have learned from my mistakes. If anything, it has given me another outlet to express my feelings. But, I don't want to neglect this blog... I mean, this is my baby! So, if any of you have any ideas as to how I can write in both, please leave it in the comments. There is a link to my Xanga over in the links thing ------------> but I think the link doesn't work... I dunno. Here it is again. Go read what I wrote yesterday.
Anyway, I had good food today. My brother played the crap outta his saxophone. My Pop Pop has been here all weekend and I got to sit with him at church. I was UBERlazy today after church. And tomorrow, I head to CHARLESTON with Nick to visit Kate and Deni! w00t!
Now, I gotta go pack for that. This is going to be an extremely FABULOUS spring break. I will try to keep some kind of log to document how incredibly awesome it is. Have fun you guys, and be safe!
-King C.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
the root of all evil
"Money is not the root of all evil. Miscommunication is the root of all evil." -Jenee
To a degree, I believe that... but the little degree that I don't is because of the old adage, "Money talks." So, in essence, money IS the root of all evil... but i guess it isn't the money, but it's the talking that money does. So yes... miscommunication is the root of all evil. It is responsible for some of the animosity expressed over the past few days... but it's over now... lesson learned... no reason to delve into all of it. Although, if you are looking for juicy fraternity gossip, go here.
Now that THAT is out of your system (hehe), I'll say this... on the topic of miscommunication. Weblogs can be beautiful and horrible things at the same time. I mean, it's a look into the deep thoughts of a person... and lets just be real... humans think some beautiful and horrible things. While it is important to understand that everyone has the right to post whatever they want in their blogs, it is also important to understand that everyone has the right to get upset about something they read in someone's blog. That goes back to being human again... we, as people, get upset at stuff sometimes. The important thing to understand is that we all need to compromise... agree to disagree.
AND, when we do have to get in tiffs... the best thing to do is to talk it out, because, quite frankly, name calling and pointing fingers is SO playground... lol. Think about it... what good does it do to call someone a bitch? It's a word... it really doesn't mean anything other than female dog. And if you call someone a female dog, they really shouldn't take offense... NO HUMAN is a female dog... they are humans! LOL. I'm so gonna use that spill on my students when the time comes... only I won't use the same word. Hehe... so that's it.
OH! BTW, IT'S SPRING BREAK! AND I'M GOING TO CHARLESTON AND TUSKEGEE!
To a degree, I believe that... but the little degree that I don't is because of the old adage, "Money talks." So, in essence, money IS the root of all evil... but i guess it isn't the money, but it's the talking that money does. So yes... miscommunication is the root of all evil. It is responsible for some of the animosity expressed over the past few days... but it's over now... lesson learned... no reason to delve into all of it. Although, if you are looking for juicy fraternity gossip, go here.
Now that THAT is out of your system (hehe), I'll say this... on the topic of miscommunication. Weblogs can be beautiful and horrible things at the same time. I mean, it's a look into the deep thoughts of a person... and lets just be real... humans think some beautiful and horrible things. While it is important to understand that everyone has the right to post whatever they want in their blogs, it is also important to understand that everyone has the right to get upset about something they read in someone's blog. That goes back to being human again... we, as people, get upset at stuff sometimes. The important thing to understand is that we all need to compromise... agree to disagree.
AND, when we do have to get in tiffs... the best thing to do is to talk it out, because, quite frankly, name calling and pointing fingers is SO playground... lol. Think about it... what good does it do to call someone a bitch? It's a word... it really doesn't mean anything other than female dog. And if you call someone a female dog, they really shouldn't take offense... NO HUMAN is a female dog... they are humans! LOL. I'm so gonna use that spill on my students when the time comes... only I won't use the same word. Hehe... so that's it.
OH! BTW, IT'S SPRING BREAK! AND I'M GOING TO CHARLESTON AND TUSKEGEE!
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
mr. band director
So, today, the weirdest, yet most exciting thing happened. I was at Kellett tutoring with the afterschoolers and this man comes into the school. Kathy walks up to me and introduces me to him. I can't remember his name now (lol), but he is from the Seneca River Baptist Association... some organization of churches... they have "insert name" River Baptist Associations all over the state... Anyway, he came up to me asking if I would be interested in helping with the SRBA Youth Orchestra. I was completely taken aback. I told him I didn't know how much help I could be, but I would do what I could. He told me that the first week of April, I would be teaching a group of about 10 to 15 band students 2 pieces of my choice to perform at the closing ceremony on the Friday of that week. Then I got excited... 10-15 kids... music of MY choice... and then there was also the $75 that he said but I just forgot to mention... SO HECK YEAH! I'm stoked now! He then asked if I knew where the Seneca River Family Life Center was. I told him that I had been there before when my dad pastored a church up around here... then he asked who my dad was and was shocked that he didn't put the two names together. My dad will actually be teaching that same week I am teaching up there! So woah... me and my dad BOTH doing grown up things in the same arena... WEIRD. But...
...EXCITING! I then called home to tell my dad. I really hope he didn't take offense to it, but I told him that I had scored this gig with no help from him. My dad is always telling me that people know who I am and have high expectations of me because of him... He's not being conceited... but I mean, he is a very prominent figure in Greenville. Usually, people see my last name and the fact that I LOOK like him and immediately make me out to be the perfect image of PKism (Preacher's Kid-ism). However, anyone who reads this is bound to know that I am far from flawless... But, it was refreshing to see that my reputation had preceeded me with this guy. He heard about me from Kathy, who told him I was a tutor and a drum major of Tiger Band.
So, I am making a name for myself... and it's uberexciting (the uber- prefix is the new catch phrase of the week... Nick and Missy had to explain it to me... Nick uses it very liberally). What is more uberexciting is that I get to try my hand at directing my own little band! w00t!
I am sure that it will be TONS more thrilling than this ridiculous PE that I have been slaving over this week... Just about 36 hours left!!!
...EXCITING! I then called home to tell my dad. I really hope he didn't take offense to it, but I told him that I had scored this gig with no help from him. My dad is always telling me that people know who I am and have high expectations of me because of him... He's not being conceited... but I mean, he is a very prominent figure in Greenville. Usually, people see my last name and the fact that I LOOK like him and immediately make me out to be the perfect image of PKism (Preacher's Kid-ism). However, anyone who reads this is bound to know that I am far from flawless... But, it was refreshing to see that my reputation had preceeded me with this guy. He heard about me from Kathy, who told him I was a tutor and a drum major of Tiger Band.
So, I am making a name for myself... and it's uberexciting (the uber- prefix is the new catch phrase of the week... Nick and Missy had to explain it to me... Nick uses it very liberally). What is more uberexciting is that I get to try my hand at directing my own little band! w00t!
I am sure that it will be TONS more thrilling than this ridiculous PE that I have been slaving over this week... Just about 36 hours left!!!
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
log this away...
This is INTENDED to piss someone off...
I'm sorry that your life has become nothing but a sad sob story cried over instant messages to your little sister, but I'd really appreciate it if you maybe "had enough balls to say things to my face." 'Cause frankly, I would respect you a little bit more... I mean, I barely respect you at all, but I do respect you because I HAVE to. I don't care if you respect me or not, but I guess I would appreciate it if you practiced what you preached and came to my face instead of getting your little sister involved. But wait... let me be a little more respectful... I should respect the fact that you must run and whine to your sister because you've alienated yourself from people who once were your friends. So, go ahead, let the little girl keep bothering me. Oh wait... she can't 'cause she's blocked... JUST LIKE YOU! And blocking someone is not a sign of weakness... if anything, it is a sign that I am sick of your crap, and instead of seeing your screenname on a list reserved for my "Buddies," I would rather see a big red circle with a line through it next to your name... not only will it make me smile because it will mean that I won't have to talk to you, but it will also mean that all the ish that I associate with you is in that little red circle... which means it is done... and you don't know this, 'cause you think I have no balls, but when I am done with something, I don't keep going back in my blog reminding myself... I am done... Hell... YOU are done. And with that, I do not intend on wasting any more precious blog space writing about you and how incredibly back asswards you are... and I am saying that here, and I don't intend on saying it to your face, because THAT would be a waste of my breath. I'm done...
...and if you ARE pissed off (haha), it's your own fault... 'cause you don't have to snoop around in my blog anyway... just go run to yours and write about how angry you are at me and the rest of your friends because we are not as ballsy as you.
AND THAT IS THE LAST TIME THAT I WILL ADDRESS THIS SITUATION AND/OR PERSON IN THIS BLOG. THE KING HAS SPOKEN.
I'm sorry that your life has become nothing but a sad sob story cried over instant messages to your little sister, but I'd really appreciate it if you maybe "had enough balls to say things to my face." 'Cause frankly, I would respect you a little bit more... I mean, I barely respect you at all, but I do respect you because I HAVE to. I don't care if you respect me or not, but I guess I would appreciate it if you practiced what you preached and came to my face instead of getting your little sister involved. But wait... let me be a little more respectful... I should respect the fact that you must run and whine to your sister because you've alienated yourself from people who once were your friends. So, go ahead, let the little girl keep bothering me. Oh wait... she can't 'cause she's blocked... JUST LIKE YOU! And blocking someone is not a sign of weakness... if anything, it is a sign that I am sick of your crap, and instead of seeing your screenname on a list reserved for my "Buddies," I would rather see a big red circle with a line through it next to your name... not only will it make me smile because it will mean that I won't have to talk to you, but it will also mean that all the ish that I associate with you is in that little red circle... which means it is done... and you don't know this, 'cause you think I have no balls, but when I am done with something, I don't keep going back in my blog reminding myself... I am done... Hell... YOU are done. And with that, I do not intend on wasting any more precious blog space writing about you and how incredibly back asswards you are... and I am saying that here, and I don't intend on saying it to your face, because THAT would be a waste of my breath. I'm done...
...and if you ARE pissed off (haha), it's your own fault... 'cause you don't have to snoop around in my blog anyway... just go run to yours and write about how angry you are at me and the rest of your friends because we are not as ballsy as you.
AND THAT IS THE LAST TIME THAT I WILL ADDRESS THIS SITUATION AND/OR PERSON IN THIS BLOG. THE KING HAS SPOKEN.
Sunday, March 07, 2004
the band geek revolution and dance dance revolution
The Band Geek Revolution
In the last entry, I closed by sending Kate happy thoughts for the Miss Clemson Pageant, which was on Friday night. Well, I think that my happy thoughts did her well... along with her beauty, intelligence, and talent. KATE MOON IS MISS CLEMSON UNIVERSITY 2004! She was OBVIOUSLY the most beautiful girl at the pageant, AND she won for the best interview and the best talent... I can't even begin to tell you how amazingly she did... All of her AXO sisters were proud of her, as they very well should have been... but THE BAND... WE WERE SOOOOOO PROUD! We cheered during the whole pageant for her... and when she won, we gave her a standing ovation... IT WAS THE BAND GEEK REVOLUTION! Kate, a band geek just like the rest of us, proved that you can be in band AND be all that and a bag of potato chips. When we all joined band at our respective schools however many years ago, we pretty much gave up coolness... we sacrificed popularity and acceptance for the joy of music... and now that we are in college, and popularity really doesn't exist in the first place, we are a little cooler and a little more respected... BUT, Kate showed everybody that a band geek can rock out on ANYBODY ANYTIME ANYWHERE! GO KATE! She is Clemson's Queen, but first and foremost, she is the band geek's queen. Click here for a pic of Miss Clemson and all of her adoring band geeks.
Dance Dance Revolution
The second revolution of the weekend lasted for 24 hours... Dance Dance Revolution occured Friday night when Patrick, Nick, Anna, and I attacked the club. It was so much fun, as going to the club was the week before... HOWEVER, on Saturday night, while in Greensboro for the Women's ACC Tournament, Nick, Jamie (a cheerleader), and I went to a club... THAT WAS THE MOST AMAZING MUSIC I HAVE EVER DANCED TO!!! The beats were amazing, the DJ was off the meat rack, and it was just an incredible experience... Okay, I'm about to sound like a COMPLETE weirdo, but the music hit me in a way that it never had before... I closed my eyes and started doing this crazy hand/arm gyrating thing... It's hard to explain, but usually, dancing just involves my feet and lower body, but this music was so intense that my arms and hands were just all over the place... I felt like a raver... Hehe... IT WAS SO MUCH FUN! I got lost in the music... I forgot about everything... time, space, how tired I was ('cause I only slept 5 hours the night before), and all the work that is waiting for me this week (ugh). I want to dance like that all the time... I want to experience a Dance Dance Revolution ALL the time... or at least once a week. That was some fun ish.
::sigh:: what an INCREDIBLE weekend!
In the last entry, I closed by sending Kate happy thoughts for the Miss Clemson Pageant, which was on Friday night. Well, I think that my happy thoughts did her well... along with her beauty, intelligence, and talent. KATE MOON IS MISS CLEMSON UNIVERSITY 2004! She was OBVIOUSLY the most beautiful girl at the pageant, AND she won for the best interview and the best talent... I can't even begin to tell you how amazingly she did... All of her AXO sisters were proud of her, as they very well should have been... but THE BAND... WE WERE SOOOOOO PROUD! We cheered during the whole pageant for her... and when she won, we gave her a standing ovation... IT WAS THE BAND GEEK REVOLUTION! Kate, a band geek just like the rest of us, proved that you can be in band AND be all that and a bag of potato chips. When we all joined band at our respective schools however many years ago, we pretty much gave up coolness... we sacrificed popularity and acceptance for the joy of music... and now that we are in college, and popularity really doesn't exist in the first place, we are a little cooler and a little more respected... BUT, Kate showed everybody that a band geek can rock out on ANYBODY ANYTIME ANYWHERE! GO KATE! She is Clemson's Queen, but first and foremost, she is the band geek's queen. Click here for a pic of Miss Clemson and all of her adoring band geeks.
Dance Dance Revolution
The second revolution of the weekend lasted for 24 hours... Dance Dance Revolution occured Friday night when Patrick, Nick, Anna, and I attacked the club. It was so much fun, as going to the club was the week before... HOWEVER, on Saturday night, while in Greensboro for the Women's ACC Tournament, Nick, Jamie (a cheerleader), and I went to a club... THAT WAS THE MOST AMAZING MUSIC I HAVE EVER DANCED TO!!! The beats were amazing, the DJ was off the meat rack, and it was just an incredible experience... Okay, I'm about to sound like a COMPLETE weirdo, but the music hit me in a way that it never had before... I closed my eyes and started doing this crazy hand/arm gyrating thing... It's hard to explain, but usually, dancing just involves my feet and lower body, but this music was so intense that my arms and hands were just all over the place... I felt like a raver... Hehe... IT WAS SO MUCH FUN! I got lost in the music... I forgot about everything... time, space, how tired I was ('cause I only slept 5 hours the night before), and all the work that is waiting for me this week (ugh). I want to dance like that all the time... I want to experience a Dance Dance Revolution ALL the time... or at least once a week. That was some fun ish.
::sigh:: what an INCREDIBLE weekend!
Friday, March 05, 2004
so i lied...
I said I was gonna write again yesterday, but I didn't. Oh well... you didn't miss anything. I did all the work for my stupid mah project and prepared myself for the speech that I gave today. All I will say is... I admit defeat. It wasn't great. I was really nervous. But, I don know that my information was good and they learned a lot about KKPsi. I doubt that my grade will be good though. My speech was supposed to be 5:30, but it turned out to be 8:53... yeah. Oh well. I'm going to be a teacher... I'm supposed to have to talk for long periods of time... so, as far as I'm concerned, I'm going in the right direction.
Anyway, this week was HORRIBLE. H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E. And, I thought that it would all be over after today... NOT EVEN. ::sigh:: Let's see... I have an edf 302 quiz and Math Methods test on Tuesday as well as my PE learning center due on Thursday. BUT... I am gonna hold strong. I can do it, just like I made it through this week. I CAN! So, I am REALLY gonna try to not get stressed out.
As a little reward for this week, we are going to the club again tomorrow. It should be fun. I love dancing... do we see a pattern here? Conducting, singing, dancing... I am a whore to music. It controls every aspect of my life.
Speaking of music again, I didn't do the "Clemson Idol" thing. Not only did I have CRAPLOADS to do last night, but I looked in Barnett Lounge to see if anyone was in there, and no one was. So, I didn't really miss out on anything. I think I am gonna have to come to the conclusion that the whole singing thing is gonna just be a hobby and nothing else. But you know... I would LOVE to be able to sing to someone or have someone sing to me... I think that's sweet... It'd be cool to sing Ben Folds "The Luckiest" to someone... and "My Immortal" by Evanescence is a good one too... although, it's sweet for other reasons... sad reasons, but still sweet.
At any rate, I have no one to sing to... Unless you count those three whores named edf 302 test, Math Methods test, and PE learning center... ugh... BUT THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS!!! I'M GONNA MAKE IT! AND AFTER THAT IS SPRING BREAK! YAY!
Here's a happy thought for Kate, 'cause I "LOBE" her so much...
YOU ARE GONNA DO AWESOME TOMORROW IN THE MISS CLEMSON PAGEANT! JUST LIKE I TOLD YOU, YOU ARE THE TOTAL PACKAGE: BEAUTY, INTELLIGENCE, AND TALENT!
MY FRIEND, KATE MOON:
SO HOT, SHE MAKES GAY MEN CREAM!
Anyway, this week was HORRIBLE. H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E. And, I thought that it would all be over after today... NOT EVEN. ::sigh:: Let's see... I have an edf 302 quiz and Math Methods test on Tuesday as well as my PE learning center due on Thursday. BUT... I am gonna hold strong. I can do it, just like I made it through this week. I CAN! So, I am REALLY gonna try to not get stressed out.
As a little reward for this week, we are going to the club again tomorrow. It should be fun. I love dancing... do we see a pattern here? Conducting, singing, dancing... I am a whore to music. It controls every aspect of my life.
Speaking of music again, I didn't do the "Clemson Idol" thing. Not only did I have CRAPLOADS to do last night, but I looked in Barnett Lounge to see if anyone was in there, and no one was. So, I didn't really miss out on anything. I think I am gonna have to come to the conclusion that the whole singing thing is gonna just be a hobby and nothing else. But you know... I would LOVE to be able to sing to someone or have someone sing to me... I think that's sweet... It'd be cool to sing Ben Folds "The Luckiest" to someone... and "My Immortal" by Evanescence is a good one too... although, it's sweet for other reasons... sad reasons, but still sweet.
At any rate, I have no one to sing to... Unless you count those three whores named edf 302 test, Math Methods test, and PE learning center... ugh... BUT THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS!!! I'M GONNA MAKE IT! AND AFTER THAT IS SPRING BREAK! YAY!
Here's a happy thought for Kate, 'cause I "LOBE" her so much...
YOU ARE GONNA DO AWESOME TOMORROW IN THE MISS CLEMSON PAGEANT! JUST LIKE I TOLD YOU, YOU ARE THE TOTAL PACKAGE: BEAUTY, INTELLIGENCE, AND TALENT!
MY FRIEND, KATE MOON:
SO HOT, SHE MAKES GAY MEN CREAM!
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
brackett lab
I'm in Brackett Lab... Today has been one of those days where it makes absolutely no sense to go back to my room... I'll either get laxidazical and do nothing, or sit there and check away messages all afternoon. I had to do my webpage for edf315 after class today, so after that, I went to lunch. Now, I am in here printing out the T/F answers for my Sepcial Ed. test... I ALWAYS get nervous about tests for this class, but I made 100 on the first test and a 98 on the second... so, I really shouldn't be... but, I'm just waiting for a big C to jump up and bite me on the arse right when I think I can ace it. So, I'm still studying... only not really... 'cause I'm blogging... go figure.
Anyway, there is this "Clemson Idol" thing going on tonight. It's just what it sounds like... basically a talent or "no talent" showcase. It's for my residential area... ironically, recently, I have been especially interested in singing again. For those of you who didn't know, I sang in high school in Honors Concert Choir, where I was a Tenor II... I was also in 2 breakout groups... Vocal Ensemble and Those 8 Guys, which at the time consisted of 8 guys (now it is still "Those 8 Guys" but there are 12 of them)... It was an Eastside version of Tigeroar, basically. So, I was pretty good. I dunno how good I am now. I mean, I don't get training daily like I did, but I think I can still sing at least a little bit. I know I am nowhere as good as I used to be... but I would love to sing frequently like I used to. So, needless to say, the Clemson Idol thing strikes my interest. The only thing is that I don't know if I'd be one of those insanely tragic people that goes on American Idol thinking they can sing circles around Whitney Houston but gets their dreams smashed to hell by Simon. I would also have to sing an acapella song... I have (and have always had) a little problem STAYING on whatever key I start on... so, accompaniment is my best friend. Lastly, my residential area is made up of sorority girls... the same girls that carry their sorors around in oversized Vera Bradley Ps.O.S. LOL. Speaking of Vera, this girl JUST walked up to the computer next to me... with a blue and white Vera. Haha...
So, anyway, it's an idea. But, if I don't do it... I think I want to do something about this whole lack of singing in my life. I can't really take a choir... no time. I guess I can sing in the car and in my room and stuff... and whenever I have the chance. Last night, I went to go park Kyle and it was like 1 am. I took my CD player with some Citizen Cope in it. I was singing in the car and once I parked Kyle and got out to walk back to Mauldin, I kept singing. I figured, it was 1 am and no one was really out... so I kept belting it... you know, like how you do in your house or car when NO ONE else is around. It was a very freeing experience. I was outside in nature... in the dark... no one around... just me and the music... No inhibitions. I kept singing loudly, not caring at all if someone was behind a tree listening or somewhere out of vision. It made me happy... Lord knows I need a little happiness this week with all this crap to do. So, maybe singing tonight would add to my happiness... either that or it will take away from precious time to do my math project and edf302 retest... ugh.
Well... I guess I'm off to take the Special Ed. test. More to come tonight...
Anyway, there is this "Clemson Idol" thing going on tonight. It's just what it sounds like... basically a talent or "no talent" showcase. It's for my residential area... ironically, recently, I have been especially interested in singing again. For those of you who didn't know, I sang in high school in Honors Concert Choir, where I was a Tenor II... I was also in 2 breakout groups... Vocal Ensemble and Those 8 Guys, which at the time consisted of 8 guys (now it is still "Those 8 Guys" but there are 12 of them)... It was an Eastside version of Tigeroar, basically. So, I was pretty good. I dunno how good I am now. I mean, I don't get training daily like I did, but I think I can still sing at least a little bit. I know I am nowhere as good as I used to be... but I would love to sing frequently like I used to. So, needless to say, the Clemson Idol thing strikes my interest. The only thing is that I don't know if I'd be one of those insanely tragic people that goes on American Idol thinking they can sing circles around Whitney Houston but gets their dreams smashed to hell by Simon. I would also have to sing an acapella song... I have (and have always had) a little problem STAYING on whatever key I start on... so, accompaniment is my best friend. Lastly, my residential area is made up of sorority girls... the same girls that carry their sorors around in oversized Vera Bradley Ps.O.S. LOL. Speaking of Vera, this girl JUST walked up to the computer next to me... with a blue and white Vera. Haha...
So, anyway, it's an idea. But, if I don't do it... I think I want to do something about this whole lack of singing in my life. I can't really take a choir... no time. I guess I can sing in the car and in my room and stuff... and whenever I have the chance. Last night, I went to go park Kyle and it was like 1 am. I took my CD player with some Citizen Cope in it. I was singing in the car and once I parked Kyle and got out to walk back to Mauldin, I kept singing. I figured, it was 1 am and no one was really out... so I kept belting it... you know, like how you do in your house or car when NO ONE else is around. It was a very freeing experience. I was outside in nature... in the dark... no one around... just me and the music... No inhibitions. I kept singing loudly, not caring at all if someone was behind a tree listening or somewhere out of vision. It made me happy... Lord knows I need a little happiness this week with all this crap to do. So, maybe singing tonight would add to my happiness... either that or it will take away from precious time to do my math project and edf302 retest... ugh.
Well... I guess I'm off to take the Special Ed. test. More to come tonight...
the sleepiest day of my life...
...and yet it is 1:32 and I am still up. WTF, mate? I didn't sleep much last night... I was on the phone with Patrick until 12:30... I had planned on going to sleep at 11, but I had to lend (geez, I SO wanna say the Greek translation, but I was definitely scared while doing rounds on the floor of the unmentioned sorority) "a helping hand." LOL.
Anyway, yeah, I fell asleep in math methods... AND while tutoring. Yes, while tutoring. The kids got yelled at by the supervisor, so they sat there and did their homework quietly and didn't say a peep. A little too quietly, unfortunately. Ms. Patterson, the supervisor, told me to put my head down and take a nap... LOL. Oh, Lord... so yeah, I was a hot mess today.
Anyway (I hope I don't get in trouble for this), but I was doing the powerpoint for my speech that I am giving on Thursday... the one on KKPsi. This speech could not have come at a better time. I had to go to a bunch of different chapter websites to get pictures. It gave me the chance to look at KKPsi across the nation... and ::"psi" of content:: I am in such a great organization. I had to talk through my speech and come up with what I was gonna say, and it got me thinking about how awesome it is.
In ALL seriousness... I TRULY hope that everyone in a Greek organization can appreciate what it stands for if they are gonna be in it. I talk junk about that one sorority, but honestly, if THAT kinda stuff is what they believe in and what they hold near and dear to their heart, I can't hate on them. It's good to believe in something. And with that, I'm gonna stop talking about them. Quite honestly, if someone decided to post all of KKPsi's secrets on the internet, I think that I would conjure up an owl to go kill them too... just kidding... I said I was gonna stop, so I will.
Anyway, my powerpoint is really good. I just hope that I can get my point across to the class. It's hard to express emotions like the kind I have for KKPsi. I know there is a Pika, Kappa Sig, ZTA,Tri-Delt, and SGR in my class... and I'm wondering if they will be able to appreciate KKPsi for what it is, or if they won't think anything of it and not be open to any other organization but their own being awesome... actually, I can't blame them for that... 'cause I often think, "I'm in KKPsi. I win."
Anyway, enough of that... don't want to upset anyone. I have a rough 48 hours ahead of me... test tomorrow, project due tomorrow, retest Thursday, teaching Thursday, project due Thursday, speech Thursday... so, I would appreciate it if all complaints regarding me be held until Thursday at 1:45 pm. Thank you.
Anyway, yeah, I fell asleep in math methods... AND while tutoring. Yes, while tutoring. The kids got yelled at by the supervisor, so they sat there and did their homework quietly and didn't say a peep. A little too quietly, unfortunately. Ms. Patterson, the supervisor, told me to put my head down and take a nap... LOL. Oh, Lord... so yeah, I was a hot mess today.
Anyway (I hope I don't get in trouble for this), but I was doing the powerpoint for my speech that I am giving on Thursday... the one on KKPsi. This speech could not have come at a better time. I had to go to a bunch of different chapter websites to get pictures. It gave me the chance to look at KKPsi across the nation... and ::"psi" of content:: I am in such a great organization. I had to talk through my speech and come up with what I was gonna say, and it got me thinking about how awesome it is.
In ALL seriousness... I TRULY hope that everyone in a Greek organization can appreciate what it stands for if they are gonna be in it. I talk junk about that one sorority, but honestly, if THAT kinda stuff is what they believe in and what they hold near and dear to their heart, I can't hate on them. It's good to believe in something. And with that, I'm gonna stop talking about them. Quite honestly, if someone decided to post all of KKPsi's secrets on the internet, I think that I would conjure up an owl to go kill them too... just kidding... I said I was gonna stop, so I will.
Anyway, my powerpoint is really good. I just hope that I can get my point across to the class. It's hard to express emotions like the kind I have for KKPsi. I know there is a Pika, Kappa Sig, ZTA,Tri-Delt, and SGR in my class... and I'm wondering if they will be able to appreciate KKPsi for what it is, or if they won't think anything of it and not be open to any other organization but their own being awesome... actually, I can't blame them for that... 'cause I often think, "I'm in KKPsi. I win."
Anyway, enough of that... don't want to upset anyone. I have a rough 48 hours ahead of me... test tomorrow, project due tomorrow, retest Thursday, teaching Thursday, project due Thursday, speech Thursday... so, I would appreciate it if all complaints regarding me be held until Thursday at 1:45 pm. Thank you.
Monday, March 01, 2004
the 5th and final hurrah
So... I started this entry completely different than it reads now. I will put that at the end for those of you who care to read it... But I decided to change the direction of this last entry of the day so that you wouldn't stay up all night plotting my death... I really shouldn't worry about that... It's not like I told the secrets of Chi Omega or anything. WOOPS! Anyway, I'm in rare form tonight. I'm highly cynical, but yet my creative writing is a little stifled... I am prohibited to write about what is going on in my mind. But yet, whoever you are, you are sitting on the other side of a square screen reading this... and I KNOW the only reason you are reading it is because you are wondering what Hamilton is gonna say next... Well, whatever Hamilton says, it won't be in 3rd person like this is... ANYWAY, the point is, it's your choice to read it... if you get angry with it, then I suggest you don't read it. Point blank. And no, that is not directed to any one person... actually, no, I will direct it to one person. I'll direct it to Pip, 'cause I don't know him at all, but I am sure that I don't anger him with my writing (I'm one of his freakin' "Blog's I Love to Read") and he seems like a cool guy. So, Pip... don't go gettin' all pissy 'cause you read something that you didn't want to hear... no if's, and's, or but's... I don't want to hear it. You choose to read it, so you can choose to not read it! So there! ::raspberry::
So, Pip... while I'm on it, you can also NOT read what is below... it is that original beginning of this entry. I decided to not keep going with it, 'cause I could see myself getting in trouble for it. But, I think that everything I write has relevant, so I'm not going to delete it... so, PIP, if you don't want to read it, click the "x" up above... no one is gonna make you read it. If you get upset, it's your own fault! I don't want to hear it. I better not hear it, Pip... 'cause remember, YOU are the one reading it... the only way to NOT get emotionally charged over it is NOT read it. That's all I'm gonna say about it, Pip... now, it's up to you to turn away if you don't want to see it. You do what you feel is right...
This is the 5th entry I have written today. Holy crap... it's like something is wrong or something. Anyway. I have proved that my blog is all that and a bag of potato chips. I move people to uncontrollable madness and it sends them into fits of profane rage... Without even trying! Yay. Does any institution of higher learning offer a masters degree in mind control?
I mean, I feel like Strong Bad. People flock to him weekly to see him answer e-mails. He's a little fat cartoon with a Mexican wrestling mask and boxing gloves on! How insane. I should have known that if a little rotund boxing cartoon that says "crap" every 5 words could gain the attention of a nation that I would at least be able to gain the attention of a small village...
Pip, you bastard... you read it.
So, Pip... while I'm on it, you can also NOT read what is below... it is that original beginning of this entry. I decided to not keep going with it, 'cause I could see myself getting in trouble for it. But, I think that everything I write has relevant, so I'm not going to delete it... so, PIP, if you don't want to read it, click the "x" up above... no one is gonna make you read it. If you get upset, it's your own fault! I don't want to hear it. I better not hear it, Pip... 'cause remember, YOU are the one reading it... the only way to NOT get emotionally charged over it is NOT read it. That's all I'm gonna say about it, Pip... now, it's up to you to turn away if you don't want to see it. You do what you feel is right...
This is the 5th entry I have written today. Holy crap... it's like something is wrong or something. Anyway. I have proved that my blog is all that and a bag of potato chips. I move people to uncontrollable madness and it sends them into fits of profane rage... Without even trying! Yay. Does any institution of higher learning offer a masters degree in mind control?
I mean, I feel like Strong Bad. People flock to him weekly to see him answer e-mails. He's a little fat cartoon with a Mexican wrestling mask and boxing gloves on! How insane. I should have known that if a little rotund boxing cartoon that says "crap" every 5 words could gain the attention of a nation that I would at least be able to gain the attention of a small village...
Pip, you bastard... you read it.
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