10.20.2004

Blah...
The past two times I've signed onto Blogger I've started writing a post and then just deleted it because I wasn't happy with it. I've been busy doing things, but I just feel like I want my blog to be more than just me commenting on what I did for the day. I know you all really don't care that I have 3 tests this week. In a year when I look back on this, I won't care that I had 3 tests this week either. I want my blog to be somewhat deeper than that, but for some reason, nothing is coming. I think I'm quitting the blog business until something strikes me again. Adios my friends!

10.14.2004

What was I thinking?
On Monday I was nominated and agreed to be on the slating committee for ZTA. This basically consists of a member from each class, the president and one of our advisors. While I'm excited that I get a say in the future leadership of Zeta, I think that I've also just screwed myself royally. The week that most of the slating stuff takes place is that same week that I have a 10 page paper due, and then 2 tests and a quiz on the same day. Because of this, I started working on the paper tonight. It's for Abnormal Child Psych and we got to choose our own topic and so I picked treatments for autism. I started reading an article from a psych journal and I think for the first time in my life I'm actually fairly confident about what I want to do with my life. There is a HUGE demand for people who specialize in Applied Behavioral Analysis. This is exactly what I want to do and from what I just read, there are people out there who are willing to pay big bucks to get their children on ABA programs. While the money is a nice perk, I think the best part is that I will actually be doing something I will enjoy. When I came to school as a freshman I said I wanted to work with kids, I didn't want to be a traditional teacher and I would like to work with kids with special needs. It took me almost 4 years, but I actually found a major that fits this description.

10.11.2004

"Most friendships, if they end at all, end not by earthquake, but by erosion. Your time together, which you used to take for granted, becomes something you need to schedule. Slowly you're aware that the easy intimacy you shared got lost somewhere. You talk more and more about the past."

I was reading something online and came across the above quote. It makes me sad, mostly because it's so true. Senior year has put me in a permanent nostalgic mood. The good times of Cramer Hall and 1504 Ross St. seem like an eternity ago. A friend said to me the other day that we don't spend much time together anymore and when I read the quote above I immediately thought of him. How do you prevent the "erosion" from happening? If anyone knows the answer please fill me in.

10.10.2004

Happy Birthday Chris!!
My little brother isn't really so little anymore. Today is his 17th birthday. This is really cheesy, but I'm really proud of him and the person that he is becoming. Since I've been at school I feel like I've missed out on a lot of his life, but every time I talk to him he continues to amaze me. He really is a cool kid.

I just don't know...
There was nothing wrong with last night, but I just don't think things are going to happen the way I'd imagined. The thing that sucks is that he's so damn nice. However, I have discovered there needs to be more than just nice. A personality would be somewhat helpful. I felt like I was talking the whole time and several times throughout the evening I made myself shut up to let him talk...but then he didn't...or rather he had nothing insightful or interesting to say. After the movie we hung out with some mutual friends and he was still very quiet and reserved. I thought that if he was around his friends he would open up a bit, but he didn't at all. For a while I was taking his quietness as a sign that he wasn't interested, but then at the end of the night I got a completely different vibe from him. Now I have no idea what to do next. May he's just shy, but at the same time how long is it going to take for him to open up?

I have the greatest best friend in the world.
Yeah, she's really cool. I miss you Therese. Thanks for always being there. I don't know what I would ever do without you.

*That's enough of me being sappy. I just realized that I really am blessed with all that I have. Of course there are sometimes that are better than others, but after talking with my family and friends today I realized there are so many people in this world that I care about and who care about me in return. So to you all...thanks!


10.09.2004

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy...
What a horrible song...but it does sort of describe my state of being right now and so I thought that it was a catchy title. Tonight was the ZTA Fall party...my last, seeing that I am a senior and all. Fortunately it was a fun Zeta event. Most are not all that enjoyable, but this one proved to be fairly fun. This may be due to the fact that I got a bit drunk before the party which allowed me to enjoy myself once I arrived at the party. One sad note...I lost my purse for a little bit on the hayride...but no worries...someone found it and returned it to me ASAP. One happy note...I played volleyball tonight (drunk) and it turns out I'm not all that bad. I can actually hit the ball over the net (several times) unlike some other girls who were attempting to play. Maybe my coordination gets better with a little alcohol.


10.08.2004

What a week
So I feel like I've been running around all week and tonight I finally got to sit down and breathe. I can't really put my finger on exactly why I was so busy, I think it was basically a combination of a lot of things. Pomping hours, tests, quizzes, problem sets, work...the list goes on and on. Tomorrow I register for my last semester of classes as an undergrad. I will be doing it with mixed emotions. I'm glad that I'm so close to graduation, but scared to death about what the future holds. I've become very comfortable here at Mizzou and to have to pick up and leave will definitely be a hard thing to do. On a lighter note...my schedule rocks my socks off. Right now I only have 1 Monday/Wednesday/Friday class and it's at 10:00 so I basically will have the whole day to do whatever I want. I had to choose a gen. ed science class and then an elective. The science is nutrition and I hear it's a breeze. I'm not sure about the elective yet, but right now it's a class that I've heard is very interesting. While interesting is good, if anyone knows of an "easy, blow-off class," let me know ASAP.

This weekend should be fun and exciting. We have our Fall Party tomorrow night and I took the liberty of designating our place as the pre-drinking spot. Saturday night I'm going on date #2. I guess it's a date, but I'm still trying to not label anything because I don't want to get my hopes up. Even though we've chatted a couple of times this week, I just don't know what to think of the whole situation...there's still so much to talk about.

Ok, that's enough of that...don't worry, I will keep you posted.

10.03.2004

Old Chicago...more like Slow Chicago
Yesterday evening, after the Mizzou/Colorado game my friends and I decided to go out to eat at Old Chicago. We realized it was a game day and so we would probably have to wait a bit before we really got to eat. When we got to the restaurant they said it was going to be a 30-45 minute wait. We waited, and waited, and waited some more and and hour and a half later, we were finally seated. At this point all of us are slightly mad about the wait, but thought since we were seated we shouldn't have to wait that much longer for food. We ordered our drinks, french fries for an appetizer and our dinners right away. 45 minutes later, the french fries came out. 20 minutes after that our dinners were served. We asked to speak to the manager because the waits were really a bit ridiculous. He proved to be a complete loser who told us a story about his wait at Longhorn last weekend that has nothing to do with the fact that it took 45 minutes to be served some french fries.

I think that I've been a target for people who hate their jobs. First there was the librarian, then the salesman at my door, the parking attendant at the football game and now the manager at Old Chicago. If you all hate your jobs so much, why are you working at them?

There's more to come later, but I have to go tutor right now...

10.01.2004

Call it a success
So the "date" last night proved to be much more successful than I imagined it would be. I must admit I was a bit nervous, mostly because I didn't really know him that well. This turned out to be a plus. We had plenty to talk about and we actually have a lot more in common than I originally thought. I was dreading strange pauses in the conversation that you just don't know what to do with, but that never happened. He was the ultimate gentleman which earned him beaucoup points. In the world of first dates, it definitely ranked high up there. He's going to be out of town this weekend, but we made plans to see each other again...who knows what will happen next!

Apparently I'm judgmental
In the past couple of weeks solicitors have been ringing our doorbell constantly. Today another one came and I wasn't in the mood to deal with her. I should have just not answered the door, but I guess I just wasn't thinking that fast. So I answered the door and there was a decently polite girl at the door, but then she started going into her script that I've heard a million times. I stopped her and asked what she was selling and she said, "nothing yet." Then I asked if she wanted me to vote for someone because we've gotten plenty of those people too. She said she wasn't looking for my vote for anything and then continued with her clearly rehearsed speech. I really didn't feel like listening anymore so I said, "I'm sorry, but we aren't interested," and I shut the door. A minute later, the doorbell rang again, we tried to ignore it and then it rang two more times. Danna answered the door and the girl asked for me. Danna told her I was in the bathroom and the girl proceeded to tell Danna that I shouldn't judge people and that I should be more respectful of people and blah, blah, blah. Now I know that we are all judgmental to a certain extent, but I would like to think that I'm a fairly open-minded person who is willing to think the best of someone until they show me otherwise. For some reason this complete stranger made me feel like I was the worst person in the world. Who does she think she is, coming to my house, interupting my evening and then going off on me because I politely told her I wasn't interested.

Needless to say, I'm not answering the door anymore.