Sunday, March 23, 2008

weekend warriors

Lesson of the weekend: everything happens for a reason.

Wow, I’m not even sure where to begin. It’s a really bizarre feeling when nearly everything about your highly-anticipated weekend trip goes wrong, but ends up working out so well in ways completely different from the original plan. Life is amusing sometimes. (Unfortunately for you, that means a very very long story... sorry.)

Here’s what happened... Amanda and I had been planning for some time now to go to the Lifehouse show in Milwaukee on March 22. Their current tour features HoneyHoney and Matt Nathanson as openers, so needless to say, that’s an amazing lineup. I saw the show in Los Angeles over spring break, but it was from the back of the room and wasn’t quite the front-row experience I’m used to. We were really excited about the show, and my parents being the insanely nice people that they are, offered to put us up for two nights in a nice hotel practically right across the street from the venue. We also had plans to hang out with our friend Stefan, formerly of We The Living, on Friday night. My friend Erin had let me borrow her navigation unit, “Jeeves”, so we wouldn’t get lost when we were driving around. Then, we’d see the show on Saturday, have lots of fun, and drive home on Sunday.

As you’ve probably guessed, our best laid plans didn’t quite pan out.

An hour into our drive, we got a call from Stefan that it was snowing pretty considerably up in Wisconsin, and would continue to be doing so all night. Since he is currently driving someone else’s car, he was wary of driving into Milwaukee in that kind of weather. We decided to play it by ear when we got up there, and if anything, we’d drive up to Cedarburg to see him. The weather became rainy up near Chicago, and started to get snowy shortly therafter. This was my first time driving in Chicago, and I think I did just fine. Unfortunately, as the snow got heavier and it got darker, we also hit some construction and closed lanes, and it took us for-ev-er to get from Chicago to Milwaukee. The interstate was just crawling along for the longest time. We eventually made it into Milwaukee after 5 and a half hours, and it was supposed to take under 4 hours to get there. The streets in town were terrible, but we found our hotel, got checked in, and parked. We were staying at the Ambassador Hotel, which is a really cool art-deco place my mom found, and it was only half a block from the concert venue. Our room was very nice and we were thrilled to be somewhere other than a Super 8.

After settling in, we called Stefan and we all decided that we’d drive up there and meet him and some of his friends at a 24-hour diner. After 20 minutes of Jeeves misleading us and telling us to take ramps that did not exist, we made it out of the city and headed north. This was not our brightest idea. The snow was even worse and we saw lots of cars in ditches, but we kept going and made it to the George Webb Restaurant. Stefan was there with his girlfriend and her friend, so we got introduced and sat down to chat. The girls had to leave a little while later, but two of Stefan’s other friends showed up and hung out for awhile as well. Once they left, we paid for our food and sat around talking with Stefan for awhile, mostly about what he’s doing now, what his plans are, and the whole situation of leaving the band. After awhile, we realized we should go because the snow had been getting worse. We said our goodbyes, snapped a quick picture to commemorate the occasion, and went our separate ways. It was really really good to see him and I’m glad we did, blizzard or no. On our way back the hotel, we were worried about the snow so we drove really slowly and left the music off. Neither of us were talking because we were both lost in thought about parts of our conversation with Stefan, and the snow was coming down hard and whirling all around the car. We both felt really odd, and it’s hard to describe, but we decided that were both a little unsettled about the night and nervous for the next day, and being trapped in a silent snow bubble added to the weird feelings. We made it back to the hotel without crashing or dying, got on the internet for awhile (free wireless and laptops are beautiful things), set an alarm for the next day, and passed out.

[blizzardy death in Cedarburg, WI]

Neither of us were thrilled to wake up Saturday morning, but we did anyway, and got ready for the day. We weren’t totally sure of our plans, since we usually wait all day outside venues, but it was cold and everything was covered in snow. I got online to check the weather forecast, then checked the Lifehouse message board, and was absolutely horrified to find that HoneyHoney had send out a myspace bulletin saying the show was canceled. No one else knew anything yet, we weren’t willing to believe it for sure, and the box office wasn’t open yet, so we just sat in our room and worried for awhile. We also didn’t know if a cancellation would be due to the weather, or due to Jason’s ongoing cold/flu sickness. Unfortunately, an announcement from Matt Nathanson came a bit later that the show was canceled due an illness from the Lifehouse camp. Now we believed it, but we called the box office to make sure, and the lady who answered said they’d received calls asking about it, but no official word from the band. This both concerned us and ticked us off, so we sat around grumbling about lack of communication and irresponsibility. Finally we received word that it was officially canceled because Jason was in the hospital. Excuse me, what?! So then, naturally, we were both worried about him and extremely sad about the official cancellation. If you know me, then you know how much emotion gets invested into the experience of a Lifehouse show. We were not altogether surprised due to how the weekend had been going, but it’s still kind of heart-wrenching to have a show called off when you can see the venue from your hotel window, and even more to have it called off due to the lead singer being hospitalized. So, shocked and bummed out, we grabbed our computers, got back in bed, and lamented the situation with other Lifehouse fans online.

After awhile, we were starting to get bored with the internet, but I decided to check myspace again. When I logged in, I noticed a bulletin from the band Cavashawn about their show in Chicago that night. The guys in Cavashawn are originally from Ohio, but currently reside in Chicago. We were already planning on seeing them next weekend with We The Living, but thought it would be great to see them earlier. We both sat pondering this, looked up the travel time, and decided it would only be possible if we left Milwaukee for good that day and drove back to my apartment after the show. It was past check-out time as this point and we figured we’d get charged for the second night, so we didn’t know what to do, but we were suddenly becoming desperate for a way to salvage the weekend. After a few phone calls back and forth with my mom, she finally called back and decided it wouldn’t be the end of the world if she still had to pay for that night if we left. We still decided to call the front desk however, to see if anything could be done. I called, spouted off a story about how something came up at home and we had to leave early, got transferred to two different people, was told we could leave without being charged for the second night, and was also told that if we were out by 1:30, we wouldn’t get charged a late check-out fee. Needless to say, we packed up pretty quickly, and I fired off a message to Cavashawn to let them know we were coming and put on a We The Living shirt so we’d be obvious. Then we bought tickets for the show online, put addresses into Jeeves, and checked out right on time. As soon as we left that hotel, everything began working in our favor. We got out of Milwaukee with no problems, the sun was shining, and the roads were clear and mostly dry. Prior to leaving Wisconsin, we saw signs for the Mars Cheese Castle, and decided to stop to see what it was.

[This is what it was. Apparently it had a Gallery of Art in it as well. We were confused, took a picture, and got back on the interstate.]

Amazingly enough, once we go to Chicago, we found the venue without getting lost, drove around, found a Starbucks with a bathoom, got coffee, and hung out for an hour to kill time. Thankfully, we managed to snag the two giant purple chairs by the windows. I alternated between reading Atlas Shrugged and taking pictures of anything in my line of sight.

[Starbucks boredom]

At around 5:30, we went to the Beat Kitchen, which is also a bar/restaurant. We ordered a pizza and while we were waiting, we kept seeing guys walk by who we were fairly sure were members of Cavashawn. Unfortunately, we are pansies and never said anything because we’re afraid of being creepers. The Purdue/Xavier game was on the tv, so I was trying to watch that. The guys in the booth behind us, who we decided were indeed Cavashawn, were cheering on Xavier. One of the guys (Jesse, the drummer) was leaning against the spot between the two booths, slightly in my line of sight, watching the game. I think I swore when Purdue missed a free throw, because he turned around and apologized for standing in my way, then started talking to us about who we were rooting for. When he started walking away, he stopped and turned around and asked if we were staying for the show. We said we were, and Amanda said “You’re in Cavashawn...right?” And he said he was, so we said we knew We The Living, and he got all happy and we proceeded to have a 10-minute conversation about our Milwaukee troubles, their band, and which exits on I-65 between Cincinnati and Chicago are the best. [side note, we saw some of the exits on our way home and laughed quite a bit] Benton (bass player) also walked by and Jesse introduced us, and he briefly joined in our conversation. They went away after awhile, and we finished our dinner. At one point, Scott (the lead singer) walked by for the first time, and we were fairly positive he saw my shirt, but he didn’t say anything. At about 6:30 we got up to get our wristbands from the will-call guy. As soon as we got up, Scott (apparently having realized who we were previously) popped up suddenly from their booth and started talking to us. He also said something about not wanting to be a weirdo, I think he was referring to why he didn’t say something to us sooner, but I’m not really sure. He had gotten our message about coming to the show and was excited to see us, but then said he was nervous now because we’d never seen them before. After we talked to him, we got our wristbands and went into the venue part of the building. The place was full of little scene kids of the mild variety (no one too hardcore...), and we were fairly sure that most of them were there for the other two bands. We decided to just lean against the wall for awhile.

When it got close to 7, we moved up front to the stage. The guys came up on stage shortly after 7, and proceeded to blow us away for their entire set. These guys are GOOD. We weren’t totally sure what to expect, but they were completely amazing live. Scott throws around his microphone and rocks out all over the stage and bends and twists and who knows what else. The guy is certainly a performer.


I know they played Madison, Out of My Mind, Thrill, Just Because, Hey Hey Hey, and Friendly Fire. There were a few more I think, but I didn’t catch the names. We were happily singing along to the ones we knew and had a great time. They were wonderful and so fun to watch.


After their set, we went to the bar and grabbed drinks, and went back to hanging out against the wall. Scott saw us and came over to talk for awhile. He gave us half-hugs because he was worried about being sweaty, but we told him we’d hugged so many sweaty band dudes in our lives that it didn’t even matter anymore. We talked to him for a bit, then watched the second band. (Bury Me at Makeout Creek) We weren’t overly impressed. After that, Scott came over to talk again, and we started telling him about how similar Jesse and Ben from WTL are. He said Jesse would love to hear it, and when Jesse came over a few minutes later, we told him our thoughts. He loved it, because apparently those two are like the same person and get along really well. After that, we went to buy CDs and t-shirts, then watched the last band. (The Ivorys) They were better than the second band, but still nothing really special. Once they were done, we went to say goodbye to Cavashawn. This was all kind of rushed because there was another show taking that place last night, so they were trying to kick us out really fast. We started talking to Scott and Jesse, and asked if they’d take a picture with us. Scott said he had wanted to ask us if we wanted a picture, but didn’t want to seem pretentious. While we were laughing over that, he called over the other two guys and we took just about the best picture ever.

[L to R: Benton, Scott, Me, Amanda, Jesse, Chris]

Chris (guitar) introduced himself to us at this point, and it was actually the first time we’d talked to him all night. We think he’s the quiet one of the bunch. Jesse asked us to send along any pictures, and wanted to know if there was any good place to play at Purdue. I said that we didn’t really have good places, but I’d talk to my friend on the Underground Concert Committee. At this point we were being asked to leave by the bouncer, so we said our goodbyes quickly. Scott went to shake my hand for some reason and then sort of hugged me in the process. I pulled back and remarked that it was such a man hug, with the hands in between. He laughed and said okay, then proceeded to wrap me in a giant real hug without warning, causing me to bust out laughing. He asked if it was a real man-woman hug and once I stopped cracking up, I said that it was. We waved to the others and were promptly shooed out for the last time by the bouncer. We were practically skipping down the street on the way back to the car because we couldn’t even believe how well the day had managed to turn out. The show was amazing, and the guys are super-nice. Scott completely lacks the superior attitude that is found in so many lead singers, which I wasn’t expecting at all. I still think it’s so funny that we worry so much about being creepy, and this time, he was the one that was worried he was being weird. The last thing we need is another band to love, but we’ve got one. Please go check them out at http://www.myspace.com/cavashawn !!!

As we were leaving Chicago, the skyline was absolutely gorgeous. The night was clear and the buildings all stood out sharply against the sky, with the moon hanging low in the sky above them. It was a really beautiful sight. Even better, we got out of Chicago without paying a toll, and we thought that was impossible, so that was a huge plus. We drove back to my apartment without any trouble and listened to the same six Cavashawn songs on repeat for the entire two-hour drive and tried to understand just what exactly we’d been through in the past two days. Even now, we still can’t wrap our minds around how this weekend was almost nothing that we planned or expected, but still worked out so amazingly. Of course we’re still quite sad about the Lifehouse show, and we’re worried about Jason’s health, but when you think of how disastrous the weekend could have been, life was pretty good yesterday. We’re seeing We The Living and Cavashawn play a show together in Cincinnati this Friday, and now we’re even more excited than before. We have a new band to love and support and promote, and we couldn’t be happier.

Life’s little twists and turns keep it interesting. When something goes wrong, get over it and make a new plan. It may have gone wrong for a reason... and you never know where that new plan may take you.

Monday, March 17, 2008

share this music

It is no secret that one of my favorite bands is We The Living.

I would like for you to hear their music. So would they. So please...

Watch. Listen. Share This Music.


Tuesday, March 4, 2008

still fighting it [song of the week]

Well, I have finally managed to do a song of the week on two consecutive weeks, but I posted nothing else. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. As for the song, we're kickin' it back to 2001 this time, to an old favorite that I forgot was a favorite.

The song of the week is "Still Fighting It" by Ben Folds.


Photo from http://www.myspace.com/benfolds

This choice is prompted by the fact that I saw Ben Folds play here at Purdue on Friday. Friday, February 29th, to be exact. I'm a nerd, but I think it's awesome that I got to see such a good concert on a day that only happens every four years. I'm such a sucker for quirky little things like that. Ben managed to nearly sell out the 6000-seat Elliott Hall of Music here. Anyway, I've always enjoyed Ben's music, but I've never been a die-hard fan. I actually almost didn't go to the show, but one of my roommates ending up having to go to an interview, so I was able to use her ticket. Thank goodness I did! The show was so wonderful, and really caused me to appreciate him even more as a musician. I knew he was good, but his piano skills are far more evident once you've seen him play live. I'd also forgotten just how much I loved some of his songs, such as Landed, Luckiest, Zak and Sara, and especially Still Fighting It. I remember falling in love with that song when I first heard it, but somewhere along the line I forgot it even existed. I'm glad I was reminded, it's such a pretty song, and I love that he wrote it for his son (who is featured in the video). As someone with a mild fear of truly growing up, the chorus has always struck a chord with me. As the real world looms nearer, it had even more meaning that it used to, and I've been listening to this song all week. I also found a new favorite in the song "Not the Same." Ben played this as his last encore song. If you haven't heard it, there's a three-part harmony background part, and he had the audience attempt to sing it. Amazingly enough, it worked out okay. I'm also a sucker for big epic concert endings, and this one qualified as that for sure. The song just has that feeling to begin with, and he ended it by directing about 6000 people to sing in some sort of harmony, finally bringing everyone to this big slightly off-key crescendo. The he cut us off, waved, and walked off the stage. It was amazing. The only thing that could have improved it was if he'd played Brick and Gracie, but even without those, it was still a great show. I hope you like the song if you haven't heard it, and if you have, then I just hope you like the flashback to seven years ago.



Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo's only $9.95
It's okay, you don't have to pay
I've got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you 'bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
You'll try and try and one day you'll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things
Everybody knows
Tt hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
Oh, we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

digital sea [song of the week]

Well, I never meant for "song of the week" to become bi-weekly, but unfortunately that's been the case lately. Whoopsie. I'll try to keep up from now on, I just always seem to have really busy Tuesdays, so I tend to forget. Tonight, however, I remembered! Actually, I've been meaning to feature this song for awhile, so it's about time.

The song of the week is "Digital Sea" by Thrice.


Photo from http://www.myspace.com/thrice

Prior to January, I'd heard of Thrice but had never taken the time to listen to them. I had heard JP of We The Living mention that he really liked them, plus WTL had them in their top friends on Myspace, so I eventually got around to listening to them. As it turns out, they're a rock/electronic band with songs that span a whole range of styles. This was the first song of theirs that I listened to, and it was pretty much all it took for me to go to Borders and buy the album containing the song later that day. The current album is The Alchemy Index Vol. I and II (Fire and Water). Volume I is "Fire" and contains some rather thrashing heavy rock songs, while Volume II is "Water" and has an ethereal, nearly opposite sound from the Fire disc. I know that Volumes III and IV (Earth and Wind) are coming soon. When WTL was here the other day, we were listening to the albums and JP was hypothesizing that Fire is their nod to their older sound, while Water is closer to the direction they're moving, and he thinks Earth and Wind will have sounds more like Water. No matter what they decide to do, it's a fascinating way of putting out albums and I really enjoy their work.

Back to "Digital Sea" specifically, I really love the feel of this song. For some reason, I've always liked songs that have that nervous edge to them. I don't know if it's the key, the melody, or the lyrics, but I just love it when a song makes you feel like something is about to happen, but you're not sure what, or if it's good or bad. Maybe that's weird, but I like my music to invoke some emotion, and if that emotion happens to be apprehension, so be it. The imagery in the lyrics is also quite stunning, and they blend in the electronica aspect so smoothly (think Mute Math). I could see myself choreographing something to this. When it's on in my room, I find myself moving to it pretty easily. It would have to be some kind of lyrical/modern hybrid, and I'm not skilled at creating dances in either style, but I suppose we'll see. I think it's best to listen to this song loudly, preferably with headphones to catch all the nuances in the music. The sound quality in the video I'm posting isn't top-notch, and the video isn't all that much to look at either, so if I were you, I'd listen to it on their myspace. Either way, this is one of my favorite songs right now, so I hope you like it as well.



I woke, cold and alone,
adrift in the open sea;
caught up in regrets,
and tangled in nets,
instead of your arms wrapped around me.
And I wept but my tears are anathema here,
just more water to fill my lungs.
I hear someone scream,
“God what is it we have done?”

I am drowning in a digital sea;
I am slipping beneath the sound.
Here my voice goes, to ones and zeros,
I’m slipping beneath the sound.

A song from somewhere below,
deadly and slow begins.
Both sickly and sweet,
now picking up speed,
and ushering in the world’s end.
And the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark,
"Oh how could I have been so wrong?"
But above the screams still the sirens sing their song

I am drowing in a digital sea;
I am slipping beneath the sound.
Here my voice goes, to ones and zeroes,
I'm slipping beneath the sound.

Here my voice goes, to ones and zeroes...

Monday, February 25, 2008

don't quit your day job, honey

I wrote this today.

I'm blind to the bright side
and shatter on the inside
but smile on the outside
and fall by the wayside


I don't know what it is. Poem? Song lyrics? [Melo]dramatic monologue? Beats me. All I know is that somewhere between the Union and the end of Chauncey, they came out of thin air and into my brain. I'm not really that proud of these four little lines, nor do I think they're very good. I do like the first line, but the middle two are very generic. However, since I am so rarely able to write anything that isn't of a technical or academic nature, I thought I'd document it anyway. Creative writing of any kind has never been a strong point of mine, so even a four-line output is progress for me.

I think this came to me today because I'm more than a little stressed about the next few weeks, and I'm running out of ways to express it without driving people up the wall. The first line really describes my struggle with pessimism. There are times when I really do feel like I'm blind to the bright side of a situation. This tends to bother people because they think I am consciously refusing to take an optimistic view, but this isn't the case. Some people are just more pessmistic, and I happen to be one of them. This isn't to say that I'm never optimistic, but it takes me more effort than the average person to see the glass half-full. The second and third lines refer to the struggle of feeling like your life and parts of yourself are breaking apart, and not being able to show it or do anything about it. Even if it does feel like you're shattering inside, you've still got your outer shell intact, and that's all the world will see if you're careful. The fourth line plays off the third... smile and act like nothing is wrong, and you'll just blend back into the background. Sometimes it's easier to smile and fade away than to try to explain why you feel the way you do.

(I absolutely hate to have to include a disclaimer here because I feel it negates or ruins my writing. However, this is a public blog and I did promise myself not to write depressing entries. Therefore, I need to point out that while I do have some very real struggles, I know that I am not the only one, and I also know that feelings like these do not apply to every day of my life. For that matter, they apply to a minority of my days, but the feelings are real and they do happen, so I have to express them somehow.)

As I read back through the entry now, I'm kind of startled that those four lines caused me to write such a lengthy description of the feelings that prompted them. I guess that's the beauty of it...

Sometimes, a little can say quite a lot.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

hostess with the mostess

I will now present a completely hypothetical situation.

Let’s say you have a second-favorite band of the independent-label, nationally-touring, up-and-coming variety. This band could possibly be called We The Living. And let’s say that you had no idea this band existed until you and a friend met them by chance about 8 months ago, but through a series of late-night diner adventures, faithful promotion efforts, and surprise trips to shows several states away, you have more or less become friends with said band. Then let’s say this band is playing a show near you, so you offer them a place to stay. They take you up on this offer, and even though you can’t go to the show, you show up afterward and get them all settled. Then the next morning you find them in all sorts of adorable unconsciousness in your living room, and you make them coffee and cook them breakfast and send them on their way, and later wonder how on earth they got your shower so dirty.

Sound fun? Yeah, I think so too. If only things like this actually happened.

OH WAIT…

This was actually my Wednesday night/ Thursday morning.
Sometimes, I really do love my life.

Does it feel weird/ borderline creepy to ramble on about it right now? A bit, yes. But, friends or no, I feel that it is a blog-worthy situation when one of your fave bands ends up in your apartment, so here it is. They know I’m not a creep, so it’s alright. I think. I hope. (Hi guys…)

Moving on… back in mid-January, I saw the guys play in Terre Haute, and afterward we were talking about they’ve started supporting Invisible Children United. As it turns out, my friend Chris is an officer for Purdue’s chapter of ICU, so later that week I told him about WTL and I said that he should contact them. Well, he did, and a few days later, a benefit show was booked. Chris then got the Lafayette Theater to donate their space for the event, a couple openers were secured, and things were pretty much good to go. Unfortunately, I had a BGR supervisor training that night, so I knew I wasn’t going to be able to make it. Big bummer.

Fast forward to this Wednesday. I talked to Stefan during the day and find that their van had been broken into the night before in Chicago, right outside the venue. The thieves took Gary! Gary is/was their navigation system. He wasn’t always right, and took a lot of verbal abuse, but once he was gone, his presence was missed. RIP Gary. They also stole JP’s laptop, but I believe that has since been recovered. Anyway, I double-checked that they were planning on staying with me, did some grocery shopping, tidied up a bit, and headed off to training. Right as training got over, I got a call from my mom (she and my aunt attended the show) and she said that the show had just ended. I went over to the venue and said hi to the guys and the various friends and people I knew who were still around. I also went outside for a few to look at the lunar eclipse. It wasn’t complete at the time, but it was an interesting brownish-red. I ended up just hanging around the theater with the guys while they packed up, met their new crew/sound guy Jeremy, and carted some merch tubs down by the stage. (This caused me to jank up my shoulder pretty badly, unfortunately. It’s almost better now, I think). When we were getting ready to leave around midnight, Jeremy and JP decided to run about a block away and recreate the scene from the Notebook by laying down in the middle of the street in downtown Lafayette. Bizarre. Anyway, JP, Ben, and Jeremy went with one of the opening bands, so I got Matt and Stefan back to my apartment and got the van parked. I made some snacks and we hung out w/ a few of my roomies, but the boys got tired and started falling asleep. I tried to stay awake and wait for the others/ work on some homework, but by 2, I was too exhausted to stay awake. I tried to wake up Matt and have him call the others, but he fell asleep again in the middle of dialing, so I gave up and went to bed. Somewhere around 3, Matt woke me up to ask my address, presumably for the others, so I told him and went back to sleep. I don’t want to think about how bad I probably looked. ::shudder::

I got up somewhere around 6:45 to shower and get ready, and fiddle with the homework a little. I went downstairs at about 8 and found all five guys sprawled across the living room amidst suitcases and guitar cases, so apparently the other three did manage to find their way in the middle of the night. I made some coffee and attempted to be quiet, but that wasn’t necessary because I think they could all sleep through a bomb going off. I made cinnamon rolls after that and they still didn’t wake up, so I went back upstairs for more homework. As it neared 10 am, I got a little nervous because I had to leave at noon for class (the required ones… I may have skipped the others) and they still weren’t up. I decided to start cooking the potatoes and finally, JP woke up. He then got the others up and they started taking showers and such.

I don’t really remember all the shenanigans of the morning, which is unfortunate. I do know that they drank a ton of coffee and ate the food. I also know that Matt got on my iTunes and found that the top five most played songs happen to be the We The Living, so that was remarkably embarrassing on my end. Apparently it was a good thing though, and I shouldn’t have worried, because at one point JP decided to gripe about the fact that I still didn’t have one of their posters up in my room. Never satisfied, apparently. They continued perusing my iTunes and we listened to some Thrice, among other things. I also listened to JP and Benjamin argue over who got to poop first and saw them play rock/paper/scissors to decide, and when I muttered something about “boys,” I was subjected to about a minute of exaggerated usage of the words “poop” and “fart.” Maturity level = not high that day. Or ever, really, but that’s fine. I also talked with Jeremy for a bit, and continued to hack away at my homework, which was due at 4:30 that day. One other thing worth noting was Matt’s skill at egg-flipping. I am incapable of cooking good eggs, so I told them they could cook their own. When Matt’s turn came along, he was all about wanting to flip the egg up in the air. His first attempt almost resulted in egg all over the sink, so he let it cook a little more. A few attempts and a careful countdown later, we managed to snag this amazing shot:

As it got closer to noon, they realized that their laundry wasn’t going to be dry in time, so my roomie Emily agreed to take me to class and come back until they were gone. At about noon I did my goodbye hugs (sadly) and Emily drove me off to class, where I sat and finished my homework on my laptop. I think the guys ended up leaving about 1:30 to head to Miami of Ohio. When I got home, I tried to finish cleaning up the chaos and wipe heaven knows what out of the shower. I don’t know how on earth they got it so dirty, and I don’t think I really want to know.

So, that’s the story. I’m still sad I missed the show, especially since it never would’ve happened if I hadn’t told Chris about them, but it’s okay. It was still great to see the guys, because they’re awesome and never fail to crack me up and make me smile… and maybe because they always seem to give me a glimpse into a life I wish I was living.


I swear though, next time THEY are cleaning the shower.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

happy valentine's day!


[Rose, taken February 2006, bouquet in our Hillenbrand Hall dorm room]

I just wanted to take a second to wish my friends and family a Happy Valentine's Day. Normally I'd make some bitter "Singles Awareness Day" comment, but honestly, it's not worth it. I'd rather just tell the people who matter that I love them and let it end at that.

I practically forgot this holiday was even coming up. I've been so busy lately that I even forgot to buy cards or valentines for friends. Today was a mess as well... I had weird frightening dreams last night, I hardly got any sleep, we got annihilated by a horrid pharmacokinetics exam tonight, and our apartment has a surprise guest. Specifically, a mouse. Maybe mice. We're not sure. Honestly, it doesn't bother me that much, but it apparently REALLY bothers everyone else. We set up some traps, and Cochran (the company who owns our complex) sent some people to patch up a little hole in the corner of the bathroom walls and such. Hopefully the situation will be taken care of soon enough. Our grades on that exam, however, can stay hidden for as long as possible for all I care.

Ah, well. Tomorrow is a new day. In the meantime, I send out all my love to those who matter to me. You all know who you are.



P.S.- It's now 12:30 a.m. and our friend Mike just brought by a white rose for each of us. Thanks dude, you can be nice when you really try ;-)