I thought that maybe I was being lazy the past week or so, and last night it hit me that it was time to start getting things done. I had a minor setback when my English project file was corrupted and I had to start over, but this morning I got up on time (which is actually early compared to normal) and went over to the computer lab to do an Italian assignment. Then for the next 14 hours I either went to class or did homework, minus one hour for dinner and some odd un-focused time. I am exhausted. But feeling like I got a lot done. Now it's time for bed. Tomorrow is another really full day...73 days of fall semester left.
On another note, I'd like to say that it was nice to see my family when they came down over the weekend. We had a good time. It was so weird, today some of my friends started to have the exact same conversation my dad, Jimmy and David had on Saturday afternoon. Am I drawn to these kinds of people? Crazy.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Monday, September 27, 2004
To my girls out there who need some love
It's been a long time since I felt like I was the one with the eyes on me, expected to give advice and know the right things to say to fix problems and be reassuring. I'm not quite used to it yet so you guys will have to forgive me. Know that I love you lots and I'm always here to listen, even if nothing wise comes out of my mouth.
I know how it feels to hurt; I've been where you are and I relate to you. I will never laugh or roll my eyes or say, "get over it." I promise.
I also promise that you will feel better, and you will see the big picture someday and be okay with what has happened. There's a reason why my mantra is "everything happens for a reason." Acceptance might come slowly, but it always comes. Somehow. Don't let yourself worry about it, just let it happen and it will.
"Change has a considerable psychological impact on the human mind. To the fearful it is threatening because it means that things may get worse. To the hopeful it is encouraging because things may get better. To the confident it is inspiring because the challenge exists to make things better." -King Whitney Jr.
I know how it feels to hurt; I've been where you are and I relate to you. I will never laugh or roll my eyes or say, "get over it." I promise.
I also promise that you will feel better, and you will see the big picture someday and be okay with what has happened. There's a reason why my mantra is "everything happens for a reason." Acceptance might come slowly, but it always comes. Somehow. Don't let yourself worry about it, just let it happen and it will.
"Change has a considerable psychological impact on the human mind. To the fearful it is threatening because it means that things may get worse. To the hopeful it is encouraging because things may get better. To the confident it is inspiring because the challenge exists to make things better." -King Whitney Jr.
Friday, September 24, 2004
My Squirrel Story
So today we spent the first 20 minutes of ZOO lecture talking about Bishop Woods, and how the university wants to build the new business building there, and all the animals that live there. This includes flying squirrels. I knew this; the rest of my class didn't and they all thought it was pretty funny. I had a previous flying squirrel experience, and since it seems to me that people on college campuses are amused by the average squirrel, I can tell my story (albeit a year and a half old) about flying squirrels.
I took a zoology class my senior year in high school, and one day these girls brought in three baby flying squirrels that they'd found in a fallen tree on their lawn. They wanted my teacher to take care of them, but he turned it into a class project, finding out what they needed to eat, how warm they needed to be, etc. They were so small, they fit into the palm of my hand and they were absolutely adorable. We decided we would all take turns taking them home every night. Because I was good at feeding them through the pipettes we were using, I got to take them home on that first night. This was much to the dismay of my mom, who made me keep them in the basement. Poor things. Anyway, they survived that first night and for the next couple of weeks other people took them home because I was fearing the wrath of my mother ("if you bring those in my house, more of them will come! I know it!").
So, then, one of the guys in my class, ignoring the information we'd found on the internet not to feed the squirrels baby formula until they were a little older, stopped feeding them whole milk and gave them formula for a few days. They were apparently doing fine. So then I offered to take them home for a night. When I went down to the basement the next morning, two of those little babies had died. I was in tears. Of course my mom freaked out. I'm not sure why. You'd think she would have been happy.
It wasn't my fault, they'd gotten sick from the formula, but I still felt awful. One of the guys in my class whose mom wasn't nuts about wild animals let him keep the remaining squirrel, and last year when I talked to him it was doing okay. So that's good.
Anyway, sad baby flying squirrel memories sprang up today and I thought they were worth sharing. And I guess I should mention that even though most of the things I brought home from my high school biology classes completely disgusted and/or appalled my mother, she was a pretty good sport about it. I only considered that she had killed the squirrels for about five minutes. :)
I took a zoology class my senior year in high school, and one day these girls brought in three baby flying squirrels that they'd found in a fallen tree on their lawn. They wanted my teacher to take care of them, but he turned it into a class project, finding out what they needed to eat, how warm they needed to be, etc. They were so small, they fit into the palm of my hand and they were absolutely adorable. We decided we would all take turns taking them home every night. Because I was good at feeding them through the pipettes we were using, I got to take them home on that first night. This was much to the dismay of my mom, who made me keep them in the basement. Poor things. Anyway, they survived that first night and for the next couple of weeks other people took them home because I was fearing the wrath of my mother ("if you bring those in my house, more of them will come! I know it!").
So, then, one of the guys in my class, ignoring the information we'd found on the internet not to feed the squirrels baby formula until they were a little older, stopped feeding them whole milk and gave them formula for a few days. They were apparently doing fine. So then I offered to take them home for a night. When I went down to the basement the next morning, two of those little babies had died. I was in tears. Of course my mom freaked out. I'm not sure why. You'd think she would have been happy.
It wasn't my fault, they'd gotten sick from the formula, but I still felt awful. One of the guys in my class whose mom wasn't nuts about wild animals let him keep the remaining squirrel, and last year when I talked to him it was doing okay. So that's good.
Anyway, sad baby flying squirrel memories sprang up today and I thought they were worth sharing. And I guess I should mention that even though most of the things I brought home from my high school biology classes completely disgusted and/or appalled my mother, she was a pretty good sport about it. I only considered that she had killed the squirrels for about five minutes. :)
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
See my pictures!
that's my photo album, but you have to log in to see it.
log-in: lorenspictures
password:pictures
I'll put it as a link on the right as soon as i feel like making the effort.
that's my photo album, but you have to log in to see it.
log-in: lorenspictures
password:pictures
I'll put it as a link on the right as soon as i feel like making the effort.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
OU Game Pictures
Nick, me, Christina and Matt at morning rehearsal
Mike and me
Matt, Treger, and Christine during the game
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
So I am sitting here struggling to write a paper for Philosophy. My assignment says, "Find a few short sentences in Machiavelli's Discourses on Livy that help you understand his thesis."
I found some good ones but they all seemed too long--like, four or five lines long.
And then I realized:
Machiavelli doesn't write short sentences.
Back to the drawing board...
I found some good ones but they all seemed too long--like, four or five lines long.
And then I realized:
Machiavelli doesn't write short sentences.
Back to the drawing board...
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Girl Speak
MUsteveES: did i ever tell you women are the most annoying and confusing creatures ever?
LorenAnn03: no
MUsteveES: oh...well they are
LorenAnn03: but that's funny, it's exactly what i think about guys
MUsteveES: how
MUsteveES: we're so up front about everything, you can read us like books
LorenAnn03: yeah, like a chemistry book. it's all there but it doesn't make any sense. girls...we're like...awesome books in foreign languages. because somewhere, someone can read it
LorenAnn03: for example: let's say i have a boyfriend, and i say, "my roommate got a dozen roses today."
LorenAnn03: what did i just say?
MUsteveES: that your roommate got a dozen roses
LorenAnn03: NO!!!
MUsteveES: yes
LorenAnn03: I said, "I want you to get me roses."
MUsteveES: LorenAnn03: for example: let's say i have a boyfriend, and i say, "my roommate got a dozen roses today."
LorenAnn03: lol
MUsteveES: clearly, i'm correct
Ladies...it looks like they're never going to learn. Oh well...
LorenAnn03: no
MUsteveES: oh...well they are
LorenAnn03: but that's funny, it's exactly what i think about guys
MUsteveES: how
MUsteveES: we're so up front about everything, you can read us like books
LorenAnn03: yeah, like a chemistry book. it's all there but it doesn't make any sense. girls...we're like...awesome books in foreign languages. because somewhere, someone can read it
LorenAnn03: for example: let's say i have a boyfriend, and i say, "my roommate got a dozen roses today."
LorenAnn03: what did i just say?
MUsteveES: that your roommate got a dozen roses
LorenAnn03: NO!!!
MUsteveES: yes
LorenAnn03: I said, "I want you to get me roses."
MUsteveES: LorenAnn03: for example: let's say i have a boyfriend, and i say, "my roommate got a dozen roses today."
LorenAnn03: lol
MUsteveES: clearly, i'm correct
Ladies...it looks like they're never going to learn. Oh well...
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Noise from the Second Floor
Last year, Cassie and I joked about the weird sound we'd always hear from the room above us--sort of like someone dropping a box of ping pong balls. This year, it's not funny. at all.
The girls who live above us are never sleeping. As I type this sentence, they are scraping furniture across the room. Earlier it sounded like they were jumping up and down, and when they aren't doing that, they are playing ridiculously loud music (I will say that they have pretty good taste. but still.) or having AIM conversations with those really obnoxious messaging sounds playing. The other night after the football game, the baritone section came over and we hung out until 3:30 and I kid you not, they were playing music when everyone left. And it isn't just at night. It's all day, all the time. I think they hop around and sing while they study or something. It's getting to be a little unnerving.
The girls who live above us are never sleeping. As I type this sentence, they are scraping furniture across the room. Earlier it sounded like they were jumping up and down, and when they aren't doing that, they are playing ridiculously loud music (I will say that they have pretty good taste. but still.) or having AIM conversations with those really obnoxious messaging sounds playing. The other night after the football game, the baritone section came over and we hung out until 3:30 and I kid you not, they were playing music when everyone left. And it isn't just at night. It's all day, all the time. I think they hop around and sing while they study or something. It's getting to be a little unnerving.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Quote of the Day
"Are any of you from Canada? No? No one wants to admit it? That's okay, we'll just make everyone say the word 'about' and then we'll see who's lying." -my ZOO 121 prof
Monday, September 06, 2004
Good Times In Chicago
Christina decided to head to Chicago to visit her friend David for Labor Day weekend, and I went along. For her version of the weekend, read her blog. Here are some of my favorite parts:
Christina and I always have fun when we drive somewhere together, and this weekend was no exception. On I-70 in Indiana, we kept passing and being passed by an SUV with two college-age guys in it. At first we were just waving to each other (what else are you supposed to do when there are people staring at you from about 3 feet away?) and then they started motioning for us to flash them. Not only did Christina NOT pull away from them, but she also started pointing at me as if I was going to do it. Fortunately the whole thing was cut short when we saw a statey sitting up ahead and decided to slow down.
When we got to Chicago, some of David's friends were at his apartment so we hung out there for the night and then walked to the beach of Lake Michigan. David decided to go for a swim but everyone else just stuck with putting their feet in. It was a little too cold for us...
Saturday David, Christina and I went to the Chicago Art Institute and Millenium Park where we met up with Christina's aunt and uncle for lunch.
We walked down the Magnificent Mile (but made no purchases) and went back to the apartment to watch Ferris Buehler's Day Off. For the rest of the weekend, our motto was, "The question isn't what are we going to do, the question is, what aren't we going to do?" We had some amazing Thai food for dinner and then went out on the town with David and Tom, visiting some of David's friends' parties.
Sunday we watched movies and had Chicago-style pizza for dinner, which was really good. Christina brought one back and if you are nice to us maybe we'll let you have some. That night we went to see Second City, an SNL type of comedy show. It was pretty funny, but I think Christina and I would agree that our walk to/from the L by ourselves was much more...exciting. Our plan was "don't look lost so we don't get shot." It worked, and we got back at around 1:30 to have Tom's new Ramen-noodle dish ("I'll name it after you girls") and pack our stuff to come home. Even if I don't get everything done today that I should have, it was definitely worth the great weekend I had.
Christina and I always have fun when we drive somewhere together, and this weekend was no exception. On I-70 in Indiana, we kept passing and being passed by an SUV with two college-age guys in it. At first we were just waving to each other (what else are you supposed to do when there are people staring at you from about 3 feet away?) and then they started motioning for us to flash them. Not only did Christina NOT pull away from them, but she also started pointing at me as if I was going to do it. Fortunately the whole thing was cut short when we saw a statey sitting up ahead and decided to slow down.
When we got to Chicago, some of David's friends were at his apartment so we hung out there for the night and then walked to the beach of Lake Michigan. David decided to go for a swim but everyone else just stuck with putting their feet in. It was a little too cold for us...
Saturday David, Christina and I went to the Chicago Art Institute and Millenium Park where we met up with Christina's aunt and uncle for lunch.
We walked down the Magnificent Mile (but made no purchases) and went back to the apartment to watch Ferris Buehler's Day Off. For the rest of the weekend, our motto was, "The question isn't what are we going to do, the question is, what aren't we going to do?" We had some amazing Thai food for dinner and then went out on the town with David and Tom, visiting some of David's friends' parties.Sunday we watched movies and had Chicago-style pizza for dinner, which was really good. Christina brought one back and if you are nice to us maybe we'll let you have some. That night we went to see Second City, an SNL type of comedy show. It was pretty funny, but I think Christina and I would agree that our walk to/from the L by ourselves was much more...exciting. Our plan was "don't look lost so we don't get shot." It worked, and we got back at around 1:30 to have Tom's new Ramen-noodle dish ("I'll name it after you girls") and pack our stuff to come home. Even if I don't get everything done today that I should have, it was definitely worth the great weekend I had.
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