Friday, July 30, 2004

Breaking the Bonds of Boredom

Tomorrow I will leave for Whitney, TX and fun times at good ol' ISCC. This makes me happy on the inside. I have been feeling very restless lately, and quite desperate to put some distance between myself and the city of Abilene. My summer here has been pleasant, but overwhelmingly uneventful, and I am actually looking forward to the new school year. I am a little nervous about starting nursing school, though. I fear the amount of studying that has been rumored to come with the title of "nursing student." I am also quite worried about the fact that I will become, for all practical purposes, estranged from the ACU campus and therefore my friends who will still have their classes there. I refuse to become disconnected because of my forced shift in location. The mere thought of being referred to as "the girl we used to be friends with" sends shivers up and down my spine. I will prevail!!

On a side note, the other night Whitney, Julie, and I had a very sporadic night of girly-ness which resulted in alterations in hair color for all involved. It was really quite exciting. Although my new, darker, "chestnut" (as Julie has dubbed it) hair is by no means drastic (even my own father didn't notice the change), it makes me feel happy and spontaneous. Hooray for random hair dying nights!!

Monday, July 26, 2004

Remember me?

After falling off the earth for a week, I am proud to re-enter the land of people who have time to post blogs.  And read other people's blogs. Yay for that.

They say that looking forward to something is better than the something looked forward to. I'm not sure how I feel about this idea. My something to look forward to is Iron Springs camp, which I depart for on Saturday. This is the one thing I've been looking forward to all summer. This camp and I go way back. I attended as a wee camper for the first time at the age of 8, and every summer after that for 6 years, and this will be my 3rd year to be on staff. The past 2 years I served as a counselor, but this year I will hold the title of "advisor." I'm not quite sure what this will involve, but I look forward to this new chapter in my Iron Springs life.

I am very excited about to welcome my far-away friends back to the U.S. I know they are all sad to leave, but there are plenty of people here who are very happy to have them back. I can't wait to see everyone again.

Monday, July 19, 2004

Just Another Manic Monday

Remember that song? Wow, that was back in the day.
I love the ACU post office. I went there today to buy stamps so I could mail letters to my friends who are at camp, and the lady gave me Disney stamps!! What a deal! I love all things Disney. My dream in life is to play in the orchestra for a Disney movie. Of course my chances of realizing that dream dropped significantly when I quit playing an instrument. Sad day.
My mind feels like mush right now. I just got off work after being there all day, and I have to go back at 7:00 in the morning for the next 2 days. This makes me sad on the inside. I hope I survive. I'm currently 2 days into my 8 days of work in a row. By the end of the week we should be able to determine if the phrase "worked to death" can actually be physically carried out. Please pray for my sanity.

Friday, July 16, 2004

Old ladies + Weight machines = Fun for all!!

I love Fridays. Even in the summer, when I have nothing to do any day of the week, Fridays make me happy. I will always reserve a special place in my heart for Fridays.
Today I experienced the wonder that is Curves for women. Julie is a proud member, and so I tagged along with her this morning. For any girl out there who is intimidated by the thought of looking weak/puny/out of shape compared to those who frequent most gyms, this place is for you. We were the youngest people there by about 20 years, not counting the 2 girls who were working there. One lady that was there had to have been at least 65. It was great. There was happy, perky music playing and little old ladies power walking-in-place all over the room. In the middle of the room there is a pile of hula hoops, and on the wall there is a board announcing the proud winners of the previous week's hula hoop contest winners. Who couldn't have fun in such an environment?

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Storm waters? Really?

Who cares about the effects of storm waters on construction sites? I certainly do not. But someone out there must think it is a fairly weighty matter, because it was the topic of discussion at a meeting of contractors who met at Fairway Oaks Country Club last night, and I was priveleged enough to be one of the few working at this exciting event. I really can't help but feel sorry for the poor guy who had to give the presentation. I spoke with him briefly before everyone (and by everyone, I mean the 9 people who showed up) arrived. He seemed like he would rather drown in said storm waters than speak about them. What a sad day.

So while this poor man addressed his overwhelmingly hickish and partially drunk audience, my fellow co-workers and I sat in the kitchen discussing matters fit only for the most educated and sophisticated: scary movies. It was during this conversation that I had a moment of self-discovery. I realized that I am not scared by most scary movies. Sure, I may jump when the masked man with the ax jumps out of the closet, but that is more me being startled than truly scared. I come out of most scary movies thinking, well that was highly entertaining, but not at all realistic. And why should I be scared of something that can't happen? That's not to say things don't creep me out. Our discussion of scary movies led to a discussion about the creepiness of our workplace after dark. I mean, we're talking about a huge country club with lots of dark hallways leading to who knows where. During the course of this conversation, I was introduced to "the mechanical room." In order to get to this room, one must go to the basement of the clubhouse and go through a series of obscure doorways and dark hallways. Upon arrival, you are greeted by a roomful of large, mysterious machines and a humming so loud you can't hear yourself speak. In the far corner of this room, is another small, dark room with the creepiest looking floor-to-celing vent I've ever seen. I don't think I'll ever enter that room alone, day or night. I also find myself extremely nervous every time I must enter one of the 2 walk-in refrigerators we have in the kitchen. I can just picture the door closing behind me and refusing to open again. Then I think of the scene from The Shining when Jack Nicholson's wife locks him in the huge walk-in refrigerator in the hotel, which is identical to the one I must enter. We all know things can only get worse from there. However, I was happy to learn that there is a safety release on the inside of these things, so if I ever did get locked in, I could just turn a knob and the whole door would come off. But I think if it ever came to that, I might be too freaked out to remember such a device.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

I knew an old lady who swallowed a fly...

My roommates and I have become the unwilling hosts of unwanted houseguests. They arrived in the form of millions upon millions of flies. Sick! Where do they all come from? Seriously, I didn't think we smelled THAT bad!! These are no ordinary houseflies. They seem to reproduce in mere seconds, and have been known to grow to sizes unheard of in typical fly populations. I am convinced that they are the bullies of the insect world. So now we have taken it upon ourselves to rid our home of these intruders. We undertake this mission armed only with our speed, agility, and a flyswatter (or in some cases, a shoe). While the battle rages on, I am convinced that we will prevail. It's been whispered that we will soon be bringing in the weapon of mass destruction: flypaper!! Mwahahaha!! Although the thought of having to look at dead/dying bugs stuck to a sheet of glue is more than slightly repulsive, I am willing to sacrifice aesthetic appeal temporarily if it will mean ridding myself of these unsightly pests. Ok, enough of that. If you are still reading this after all that disgusting bug talk, you must be a true friend. Thanks for loving me despite my sick ramblings. The end.

Monday, July 12, 2004

Pocket Cheese, Anyone?

And my life continues to be completely void of meaning or purpose...Ok, maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but it is pretty much as boring as it can get. Random barbeques with friends add a little bit of spice to life though. And so I am extremely grateful for the one I attended last night. It was a night of fun and food for all involved. And I must say, I didn't quite know what the proper response was to Julie carrying a slice of cheese in her back pocket and a styrofoam plate under her shirt. I am quite certain I have one of the most entertaining roommates on the planet.

Thursday, July 08, 2004

The Result of Extreme Boredom & Peer Pressure

I have joined the masses. I have started my own Blog. At first I thought the whole idea was ludicrous. Who wants random people reading their thoughts? But then I discovered the secret: these people are incredibly bored! And what better way to cure boredom than to share it with others? Only other people's boredom is not boring. I find great amusement in reading the random thoughts that result from my friends' boredom. And while it's highly unlikely that anyone else will find my pointless ramblings the least bit entertaining, I felt compelled to join the ranks of bored people across the world. So here I am. Enter the world of my own, personal boredom if you dare.