I know I said I'd be posting a lot more over break, but I ended up being busier than I thought I would be. Christmas was good, saw some family, gave some gifts, got some gifts, ate some food. Lately I haven't really been doing anything terribly interesting. I saw Timmy and Margaret, which was really nice. I saw Metzger a few times, which was freakin' sweet because, as you all know, German butchers are the shizz. I saw Colleen, the nicest girl ever. How much I have missed her laugh! And last night I saw Amelia, whom I have known since kindergarten, and old friends are always fun to catch up with. And of course I've seen Heather, the coolest girl ever and probably my oldest friend, considering we've lived across the street from each other since I was 2. Other than that, I have been missing ND, but slowly getting used to sleeping in and chilling out. One habit that I have developed is talking on the phone until the wee hours of the morning (around 3 am), usually with a certain Knott fellow, whose identity I will keep secret to spare him any potential embarassment. In this blog, I will refer to him as Stan Flanders. For some mysterious reason, Stan is able to keep me on the phone for hours several nights a week and never run out of things to talk about and always making me laugh. He's just so gosh darn charming! These enchanting phone calls usually cause me to sleep in until 1:00 or so in the afternoon, totally screwing up my sleeping pattern and daily plans, but it's so worth it.
So tonight is New Year's Eve. My parents have friends over. My brother has friends over. I am in my room listening to the radio and typing this blog. It's not that I have no friends, it's simply that all my friends either have boyfriends or some other sort of plans. And actually, I have learned from break that while high school friends are good to reunite with, I really love my college friends. Ladies of 6A, I miss you guys like mad. It seems that you fall into a certain group in high school and grade school and you don't really choose your friends but just happen upon them. These friends are great because they know your past and you share a lot of experiences with them. But to me, it seems that you choose your college friends and really find the people you click with. These friends may not know your past, but they will be there in your future. Maybe this is just me. I'm just lucky that I've found such great friends already.
So yeah, back to New Years. Ryan Seachrist replaced Dick Clark for the first part of the New Years show this year. Why is Ryan Seachrist such a television personality? Does anyone actually like him? What are you supposed to do on New Years anyway? Reflect on the past year? Plan for the next? Get drunk and party like it's 1999? Well, I don't really like to plan ahead or get drunk, so I'm going to reflect. Here is my 2005
I turned 18. I have yet to vote, buy tobacco products, join the military, etc.
I went on a bunch of college tours and visits.
I was Editor in Chief of the Visor, therefore I spent every other weekend in the high school with good ol' Bro Joe, eating Subway and criticizing writing styles
I had a snuffing ceremony (go ahead and ask me about that one) and chose Notre Dame (best decision of my life)
Prom! Go ahead and laugh, but I thought prom was a great time.
I graduated from high school. Yay for Hoban class of 2005
I went to St. John's in the Virgin Islands--the most beautiful place on earth. I want to go back right now.
I spent the summer laying out in the sun, reading, and hanging out with high school pals.
I started to freak out about college as Bed Bath and Beyond became my new home. I bought everything in purple.
I had a graduation party. I went to many graduation parties
A long (1 year and 9 months) relationship finally ended
I went away to college
I met Caitlin, Dana, Angela, Jess, Rupa, and Pasquerilla East
I joined boxing and ended up sticking with it and having a great time
I became a writer/actor for the Mike Peterson Show
I went to some SYRs. Yay
I went home for fall break.
I got cast in the play "Suburbia" as Erica, a promiscuous publicist
I found out that high school friends and relationships really don't last forever, but it's really ok for people to grow apart.
I met some more great people
I survived exams
I went through a semester of college without drinking (yes, it's actually possible, you naysayers who didn't think I could/would do it)
I came home for winter break
Christmas
Reunited with old friends
Sleep
That's my year. It may not seem like much, but it was actually a great year. Here's hoping for a wonderful 2006! Happy New Year, everyone.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Oh, Hi!, o
I'm back home in Stow for a month. Woot. Actually, I'm starting to think that being home won't be as bad as I thought. Not that I ever though it would be bad because Ohio is the shizz (more discussion of this later), but I'm just missing my ND gals and guys. However, I have come to the realization that sleeping a lot, watching VH1 and spending time with the fam for a month (basically hibernating) will be pretty nice. Plus, exams are over! Hurray! The bad thing about the end of exams is the end of my little exam songs that I included in my away messages. Now, since I know you are all missing these little diddies, I'll post them all here. You're welcome!
(Sing to tune of "All I Want For Christmas is You")
I really don't want to study
But I've only got one test to go
I've got to keep on going
Even though my brain's about to blow
I just want to go to bed
To just lay down and rest my head
But now I've got to cram
Baby, I just want the end of exams!
(Sing to tune of "Gold Digger")
Now I ain’t sayin’ she’s a studier
But she ain’t dealin’ with no failed failed
Read now girl go ‘head read now
Read now girl go ‘head read now
(Sing to tune of "Money Money Money")
Study Study Study
Must be funny
In a smart man’s world
Study Study Study
Always sunny
In a smart man’s world
Oh IIIIIIIIIIIIII
All the things I could do
If I didn’t have to study
It’s a smart man’s world
(Sing to tune of the them from "Gilligan's Island")
Just sit right back and you’ll start to study
To study for a big exam
You’ve been having your fun
So now you have to cram
The material is getting rough
Your brain’s about to burst
But you have to buckle down
Because failing is the worst
Yes failing is the worst
(Sing to tune of "Bye Bye Bye")
Don’t want to be a fool
Just gotta study for an hour or two
I may hate exams and it’s just not funny
Study Study Study!
(Sing to tune of "The Song That Never Ends")
This is the studying that never ends
Yes it goes on and on my friends
Some people started studying
Not knowing when to stop
And they'll continue studying
Until their brains will pop
This is the studying that never ends...
(Sing to tune of "We Wish You a Merry Christmas)
We wish you a merry last exam day
We wish you a merry last exam day
We wish you a merry last exam day
And a happy winter break
May Good grades come to you
However much you studied
Good grades for this semester
And a happy winter break.
I would have written more, but I was busy studying last week. You'll just have to wait until May for more, I suppose.
Tonight, I went out with one of the coolest people I know--Metzger! Yay Metzger! After sharing some Swensons (mmmmmm) and seeing Walk the Line (I love me some Johnny Cash), Metz and I got to talking about what makes Ohio so great. I mean, whenever I tell people I'm from Ohio they usually just say "I drove through Ohio once. Nice rest stops." Ohio just seems to be seen as a state that's in the way of everyone's vacation destination, and Metzger is convinced that I got into Notre Dame through affirmative action because they needed some people from Ohio, but actually, Ohio has a lot to offer. So I thought I'd list them for all of you. Maybe after reading the list, you'll come and visit me. (Perhaps for my birthday? It's on January 3rd and everyone here goes back home before that, so everyone should go to Ohio.)
Ohio has the Pro-Football Hall of Fame. I've never been to it, but I hear it's nice
Ohio has the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame. I've never been to it, but I hear it's nice
Ohio has Cedar Point. I've never been to it, but I hear it's nice.
Ohio is the Amish capital of the world. I always saw Amish families at the children's hospital I volunteered at because they would marry their cousins and have messed up kids.
Ohio has the most horses out of any state
Ohio is the friendliest state--Oh, Hi!, oh
Marilyn Manson, Drew Carey, Katie Holmes, Jerry Springer, and Macy Gray are from Ohio
Ohio really does have very nice rest stops
Ohio has part of Lake Erie. I wouldn't swim in it, but if you're into gross lakes, then the Erie Lake would suit you well
Cleveland rocks
There are some songs about Ohio
In Ohio, it is illegal to get a fish drunk
We have Columbus Day in Ohio because our state capital is Columbus...o wait, everyone has Columbus day...never mind
I live in Ohio
Ohio is shaped like underwear
Ohio is for lovers
If you write Ohio backwards it spells "Oiho" which isn't a word, but is fun to try to pronounce
Ok, I'm reaching at this point, but the first few were pretty good. So come to Ohio! It's not a drive-through state, though I think Wendy's did originate here. Maybe I should try to see some of those Ohio landmarks over break. Or maybe I should just sleep. I think I shall embarce my inner bear and hibernate.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Convowithdanandjoeyaboutkevinwashington
So I think I'm done studying for the night, and it's only 9:30, which is pretty awesome. Though, I did study for about 6 hours today. I decided that I would waste time by helping you to waste time, i.e. I'll update my blog so you can read it.
December 4th was the coolest, most awesome day ever: The Baraka Bouts. I walked into the gym and there was a huge boxing ring on a raised platform. This was a little intimidating. Before the match, I got pumped up by working on a bag, doing cals, and watching other people box. Yes, I was nervous, but this mostly came from a fear of tripping over the ropes when getting into and out of the ring, causing me to be too embarassed to throw a punch. Fortunately, this did not happen. We all got to pick nicknames for the match. Mine was "Glass Eye." Let me give you the summarized reason: When I was in 5th grade, I had eye surgery where the lenses in my eyes were replaced with artificial ones. The synthetic lenses catch the light in a strange way, making my eyes reflect light and "glow" like a cats when the light hits them right. So people think I have glass eyes. My opponent for the day was Christina "Why Can't We Be Friends" Lee. We got to wear uniforms and the satin robes, which was pretty freakin' cool, but since mine was the 16th fight out of 17 and there wasn't enough gear for everyone, I was wearing a lot of other people's sweat. Gross. The announcer calls my name and I enter the ring. The ref (who wore a bowtie) told us to touch gloves, the bell rang, and the match began. Now, just because this is girls' boxing doesn't mean these are pansy punches. Granted, they aren't as intense as the boys' bouts, but we girls are tough and throw are punches hard and straight. During the first round, Lee had me against the ropes for a couple seconds. During the break, my cornermen (yeah I had cornermen. I also had a stool and a spit-bucket) gave me some advice and I went back into the ring. The second round was pretty even and we both got our punches in. By the third round, I was running on adrenaline and still ready to fight. Lee was worn out, but kept going. She dropped her hands, and I made her eat my glove. This round was amazing. I kept getting her in the face and the cheers kept getting louder. She was getting shots in, too, of course, but I dominated the third round. The bell rang, and Lee and I hugged. That's the funny thing about women's boxing--everyone hugs their opponent. The ref quietly said to us that this was some of the best boxing he'd seen all day and that there was only a one point difference to decide the winner. And then, the announcer called out the winner...in the gold...Elise "Glass Eye" Yahner! Yay! I didn't expect to win at all, so this was an awesome bonus. Thanks to everyone who came to cheer the women's boxers on! And to those of you back in Ohio who thought I would/could never do it...WHAT NOW?!!!
Ok, enough of that. Notre Dame gives us the Thursday and Friday before the first Monday exam off to study. Yeah, study. These study days are the best days ever. Thursday night was the most awesome, intense, biggest snowball fight-no, war- I have ever seen. It just started out with the Mod Quaders playing in the snow. Then the snowball fight encompassed all of North Quad. After about an hour, someone shouted "Let's take on South Quad!" and all of North Quad stormed over to South Quad for an all-out snow civil war. North, dominated, of course, but the battle was intense. I have never tackled so many people or been tackled so many times. War brings out a side of people you never knew existed. Like sweet red-head Jess who loves inspirational quotes and would never hurt a fly. She pinned me face down in the snow and quietly, but maliciously said "Elise, this is your face and this is the snow. If you don't yell mercy as loud as you can, your face in going in the snow!" I screamed mercy but Jess only said "That's not loud enough!" She eventually let me go, but let me tell you, I am never messing with Jess again. The girls of 6A joined forces to bring down a few football players, and that was pretty awesome. But what was cooler was that Caitlin brought one (specifically Kevin Washington) down by herself. Afterwards we had high-fived a plenty and the like, a look of dread passed across Caitlin's face. What if she had inadvertantly injured a football player so close to the Fiesta Bowl? She would have to flee the school with people running after her with pitchforks and torches! However, it seemed impossible that she had hurt anyone, so this was brushed off. Her worst nightmare had seemed to come true during this AIM conversation with the lovely Dan Canders, who is Kevin's roommate. (Caitlin sent me this convo and titled it "convowithdanandjoeyaboutkevinwashington." I found this hilarious, as it was all one word)
Caitlin: I told my parents I tackled some football players. They've never been prouder
Dan: Yeah, well Kevin has a really swollen ankle and can't really walk.
C: Shut up, you're lying
D: I'm serious. He said the coaches are going to kill him
C: You're making me really nervous Dan! Shut up!
D: He's really hurt! This isn't funny!
C: You're a liar!
D: No I'm not! Ask Joey
Joey: Kevin's right ankle is really swollen. He may never be able to play again.
C: Joey! That's not funny!
J: I know. It's really quite depressing, in fact
C: I don't believe you guys!
J: You ruined the man's life!
C: He's not really hurt, is he?
D: Well not seriously. He can't really walk that well.
C: Dan, this is not funny
D: I wish it was funny
C: Stop Dan! You're totally lying!
D: haha damn it! ok he's fine
During this conversation, Caitlin looked up at me with those big sad brown eyes and said in a very serious voice, "I killed Kevin Washington." I about died laughing. So in conclusion, Caitlin can bring a football player down, but she (fortunately) cannot injure one.
Last night, I finished studying around 10:00 (woot, I rock!) and thought, "Ok, I'll go to bed at 11 since I have an exam at 8 am." As soon as the thought crossed my mind, Dan Canders says, "Hey, let's go to LaFortune!" Of coures, I say yes. And of course, I have such a good time that I completely lose track of time and end up not coming back until one. My joy at a good night suddenly turned to panic at the thought of having an exam in 7 hours. I woke up at 6:50 and left for breakfast at 7:00. I don't really remember doing this. I was tired. I realize that getting five hours of sleep is not so bad, but I'm used to getting a lot more and I think I might be a bear or something because I feel a strong urge to hibernate. Anyway, let me just present to you my half-awake stream-of-conscience at the dining hall.
It's still dark
Woah, I got the first tray off the stack
There are no lines
Does food exist this early?
Dana says there's a funny Phillipino man making omelettes
The card swiper lady is far too perky for such an early hour
Someone tells Dana she should go outside and watch the sunrise. Do people really do that?
The sausage doesn't look so disgusting this early in the morning. Blech, still tastes bad.
Dana's omelette is white. She said it's because it's albino
I hate it when people say "could care less" when they really mean "couldn't care less"
Nice pencil case -Dana
Thanks, I've had it since high school - Me
Gross - Dana
I'm sure she's washed it - Caitlin (always the optimist)
No, never -Me
Then I took an exam and went back to bed.
Well, I've provided you all with enough of a study break. I'm off to use what's left of my flex point at Starbucks!
December 4th was the coolest, most awesome day ever: The Baraka Bouts. I walked into the gym and there was a huge boxing ring on a raised platform. This was a little intimidating. Before the match, I got pumped up by working on a bag, doing cals, and watching other people box. Yes, I was nervous, but this mostly came from a fear of tripping over the ropes when getting into and out of the ring, causing me to be too embarassed to throw a punch. Fortunately, this did not happen. We all got to pick nicknames for the match. Mine was "Glass Eye." Let me give you the summarized reason: When I was in 5th grade, I had eye surgery where the lenses in my eyes were replaced with artificial ones. The synthetic lenses catch the light in a strange way, making my eyes reflect light and "glow" like a cats when the light hits them right. So people think I have glass eyes. My opponent for the day was Christina "Why Can't We Be Friends" Lee. We got to wear uniforms and the satin robes, which was pretty freakin' cool, but since mine was the 16th fight out of 17 and there wasn't enough gear for everyone, I was wearing a lot of other people's sweat. Gross. The announcer calls my name and I enter the ring. The ref (who wore a bowtie) told us to touch gloves, the bell rang, and the match began. Now, just because this is girls' boxing doesn't mean these are pansy punches. Granted, they aren't as intense as the boys' bouts, but we girls are tough and throw are punches hard and straight. During the first round, Lee had me against the ropes for a couple seconds. During the break, my cornermen (yeah I had cornermen. I also had a stool and a spit-bucket) gave me some advice and I went back into the ring. The second round was pretty even and we both got our punches in. By the third round, I was running on adrenaline and still ready to fight. Lee was worn out, but kept going. She dropped her hands, and I made her eat my glove. This round was amazing. I kept getting her in the face and the cheers kept getting louder. She was getting shots in, too, of course, but I dominated the third round. The bell rang, and Lee and I hugged. That's the funny thing about women's boxing--everyone hugs their opponent. The ref quietly said to us that this was some of the best boxing he'd seen all day and that there was only a one point difference to decide the winner. And then, the announcer called out the winner...in the gold...Elise "Glass Eye" Yahner! Yay! I didn't expect to win at all, so this was an awesome bonus. Thanks to everyone who came to cheer the women's boxers on! And to those of you back in Ohio who thought I would/could never do it...WHAT NOW?!!!
Ok, enough of that. Notre Dame gives us the Thursday and Friday before the first Monday exam off to study. Yeah, study. These study days are the best days ever. Thursday night was the most awesome, intense, biggest snowball fight-no, war- I have ever seen. It just started out with the Mod Quaders playing in the snow. Then the snowball fight encompassed all of North Quad. After about an hour, someone shouted "Let's take on South Quad!" and all of North Quad stormed over to South Quad for an all-out snow civil war. North, dominated, of course, but the battle was intense. I have never tackled so many people or been tackled so many times. War brings out a side of people you never knew existed. Like sweet red-head Jess who loves inspirational quotes and would never hurt a fly. She pinned me face down in the snow and quietly, but maliciously said "Elise, this is your face and this is the snow. If you don't yell mercy as loud as you can, your face in going in the snow!" I screamed mercy but Jess only said "That's not loud enough!" She eventually let me go, but let me tell you, I am never messing with Jess again. The girls of 6A joined forces to bring down a few football players, and that was pretty awesome. But what was cooler was that Caitlin brought one (specifically Kevin Washington) down by herself. Afterwards we had high-fived a plenty and the like, a look of dread passed across Caitlin's face. What if she had inadvertantly injured a football player so close to the Fiesta Bowl? She would have to flee the school with people running after her with pitchforks and torches! However, it seemed impossible that she had hurt anyone, so this was brushed off. Her worst nightmare had seemed to come true during this AIM conversation with the lovely Dan Canders, who is Kevin's roommate. (Caitlin sent me this convo and titled it "convowithdanandjoeyaboutkevinwashington." I found this hilarious, as it was all one word)
Caitlin: I told my parents I tackled some football players. They've never been prouder
Dan: Yeah, well Kevin has a really swollen ankle and can't really walk.
C: Shut up, you're lying
D: I'm serious. He said the coaches are going to kill him
C: You're making me really nervous Dan! Shut up!
D: He's really hurt! This isn't funny!
C: You're a liar!
D: No I'm not! Ask Joey
Joey: Kevin's right ankle is really swollen. He may never be able to play again.
C: Joey! That's not funny!
J: I know. It's really quite depressing, in fact
C: I don't believe you guys!
J: You ruined the man's life!
C: He's not really hurt, is he?
D: Well not seriously. He can't really walk that well.
C: Dan, this is not funny
D: I wish it was funny
C: Stop Dan! You're totally lying!
D: haha damn it! ok he's fine
During this conversation, Caitlin looked up at me with those big sad brown eyes and said in a very serious voice, "I killed Kevin Washington." I about died laughing. So in conclusion, Caitlin can bring a football player down, but she (fortunately) cannot injure one.
Last night, I finished studying around 10:00 (woot, I rock!) and thought, "Ok, I'll go to bed at 11 since I have an exam at 8 am." As soon as the thought crossed my mind, Dan Canders says, "Hey, let's go to LaFortune!" Of coures, I say yes. And of course, I have such a good time that I completely lose track of time and end up not coming back until one. My joy at a good night suddenly turned to panic at the thought of having an exam in 7 hours. I woke up at 6:50 and left for breakfast at 7:00. I don't really remember doing this. I was tired. I realize that getting five hours of sleep is not so bad, but I'm used to getting a lot more and I think I might be a bear or something because I feel a strong urge to hibernate. Anyway, let me just present to you my half-awake stream-of-conscience at the dining hall.
It's still dark
Woah, I got the first tray off the stack
There are no lines
Does food exist this early?
Dana says there's a funny Phillipino man making omelettes
The card swiper lady is far too perky for such an early hour
Someone tells Dana she should go outside and watch the sunrise. Do people really do that?
The sausage doesn't look so disgusting this early in the morning. Blech, still tastes bad.
Dana's omelette is white. She said it's because it's albino
I hate it when people say "could care less" when they really mean "couldn't care less"
Nice pencil case -Dana
Thanks, I've had it since high school - Me
Gross - Dana
I'm sure she's washed it - Caitlin (always the optimist)
No, never -Me
Then I took an exam and went back to bed.
Well, I've provided you all with enough of a study break. I'm off to use what's left of my flex point at Starbucks!
Friday, December 02, 2005
Well What Did Hilary Swank's Character Do Once She Became Paralyzed?
I just got back from the most amazing show ever--The Mike Peterson Show Christmas Spectacular! And it was spectacular. Thanks to all who came to watch! I hope we were not dissapointed (how could you be with bits like "Dome Alone" and "It's a Wonderful Mike" and "Promote Literacy and get the 'h' out of Christmas").
Not too many interesting/entertaining things have been happening lately, though if they have, I haven't had time to write them down/remember them because it's been one hectic week. Every day, I've had rehearsal, Mike Peterson Show shoots, boxing, homework. This Friday (tomorrow, or technically today considering it is 1:15 a.m.) was going to be especially crazy with boxing then rehearsal then Better Than Ezra concert then the Knott formal. I was a bit crazed so I asked to get out of rehearsal early and to skip boxing, both of which were granted. However, tonight I found out that rehearsal was canceled as was the Knott formal (boo) and all I'm left with is Better than Ezra (which is much better than nothing). So my hectic Friday has turned into mild Friday, which is actually kind of dissapointing. I was just getting used to the crazy busy shedule of devouring grab-in-go in 5 minutes, changing outfits in the blink of an eye, and getting little sleep. I suppose the mild Friday is good since I have to rest up for my big match on Sunday...That's right! The Baraka Bouts (women's boxing matches) are this Sunday at 1:00 (though I'll probably be fighting more around 2). I am so pumped! I've been sparring for about a week now and getting my work outs in and I think I almost broke my nose one time, and I feel ready for the one big match of the year! You should come. It will be awesome. There are 2 really short girls (I swear they have got to be like 4'8'' or something) and they are boxing each other. So if seeing me fight does not sound appealing to you, I bet midget boxing does (oh, you know you've always wanted to see two midgets fight!).
I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself next semester. Boxing will be over. Granted, I'll still have the Mike Peterson Show (sans MP himself), the play, and class, but boxing has become part of my routine. So here's some possibilites of what I can do to fill that void:
-Take lessons to become SCUBA certified
-Take swing dance lessons
-Buy that giant Rice Krispie treat from the huddle (Though that's not really a daily activity)
-Work out at Rolf's (definitely a must to keep in top boxing shape)
-Turn the tables and send oodles of trail mix to my grandma
-Write a novelette
-Find even more pictures of Vince Vaughn to decorate the room with
-Stalk Asian Chick, find out where she lives, and take all her clothes that have writing on them (which is basically her entire wardrobe but I'm sure she doesn't mind being nude, you know, since she's a hooker).
-Sleep (that one's my favorite)
-Make a collage of all the mugshots I took of the girls of 6A.
-Read all of "One Word, Two Words, Hyphenated?"
-Become a master ping pong player
-Write more blog entries
-Feng shui the dorm room
-Build a better mousetrap
-Send a critique letter to the Visor every day
-Find new and interesting ways to use "your mom" as an insult.
-Steal more things from the dining hall (I stole a tray today--I hid it in my big winter coat)
-Go to group help meetings for dining hall kleptomaniacs
-Watch every episode of Family Guy
-Find out why a duck's quack doesn't echo
Ok, I'm out of stuff. I used all my funny up at the MPS tonight. And I'll probably just pick 'sleep' to fill the boxing void, and sleep is what I'm going to do now, so Goodnight to all you bloggers out there. Stay blogalicious.
Not too many interesting/entertaining things have been happening lately, though if they have, I haven't had time to write them down/remember them because it's been one hectic week. Every day, I've had rehearsal, Mike Peterson Show shoots, boxing, homework. This Friday (tomorrow, or technically today considering it is 1:15 a.m.) was going to be especially crazy with boxing then rehearsal then Better Than Ezra concert then the Knott formal. I was a bit crazed so I asked to get out of rehearsal early and to skip boxing, both of which were granted. However, tonight I found out that rehearsal was canceled as was the Knott formal (boo) and all I'm left with is Better than Ezra (which is much better than nothing). So my hectic Friday has turned into mild Friday, which is actually kind of dissapointing. I was just getting used to the crazy busy shedule of devouring grab-in-go in 5 minutes, changing outfits in the blink of an eye, and getting little sleep. I suppose the mild Friday is good since I have to rest up for my big match on Sunday...That's right! The Baraka Bouts (women's boxing matches) are this Sunday at 1:00 (though I'll probably be fighting more around 2). I am so pumped! I've been sparring for about a week now and getting my work outs in and I think I almost broke my nose one time, and I feel ready for the one big match of the year! You should come. It will be awesome. There are 2 really short girls (I swear they have got to be like 4'8'' or something) and they are boxing each other. So if seeing me fight does not sound appealing to you, I bet midget boxing does (oh, you know you've always wanted to see two midgets fight!).
I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself next semester. Boxing will be over. Granted, I'll still have the Mike Peterson Show (sans MP himself), the play, and class, but boxing has become part of my routine. So here's some possibilites of what I can do to fill that void:
-Take lessons to become SCUBA certified
-Take swing dance lessons
-Buy that giant Rice Krispie treat from the huddle (Though that's not really a daily activity)
-Work out at Rolf's (definitely a must to keep in top boxing shape)
-Turn the tables and send oodles of trail mix to my grandma
-Write a novelette
-Find even more pictures of Vince Vaughn to decorate the room with
-Stalk Asian Chick, find out where she lives, and take all her clothes that have writing on them (which is basically her entire wardrobe but I'm sure she doesn't mind being nude, you know, since she's a hooker).
-Sleep (that one's my favorite)
-Make a collage of all the mugshots I took of the girls of 6A.
-Read all of "One Word, Two Words, Hyphenated?"
-Become a master ping pong player
-Write more blog entries
-Feng shui the dorm room
-Build a better mousetrap
-Send a critique letter to the Visor every day
-Find new and interesting ways to use "your mom" as an insult.
-Steal more things from the dining hall (I stole a tray today--I hid it in my big winter coat)
-Go to group help meetings for dining hall kleptomaniacs
-Watch every episode of Family Guy
-Find out why a duck's quack doesn't echo
Ok, I'm out of stuff. I used all my funny up at the MPS tonight. And I'll probably just pick 'sleep' to fill the boxing void, and sleep is what I'm going to do now, so Goodnight to all you bloggers out there. Stay blogalicious.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Kissing Thespians
It's the moment you've all been waiting for....an update!
Sorry it's been awhile. I've been busy, you know, with being awesome. Actually, my schedule has become a lot busy because since I last posted, I got a role in a play called "Suburbia." I play Erica, who reminds me a lot of Samantha in Sex and the City. I've always pictured myself more as the Charlotte type, but I guess that's why they call it acting. There are 4 guys in the cast. my character flirts with/hangs all over three of them. The one guy I don't get to cozy up to is the really hot one. Aw, snap! Oh well, he has a steady long-term girlfriend anyway and he transfered from Holy Cross so, you know. I actually have to do a stage kiss and by stage kiss I mean making out with a first year grad student center stage. Croikies! I must admit, the first time we had to act out this scene, I was quite nervous. It was just so awkward, this forced attraction. But again, 'tis acting. It actually ended up not being that awkward and it's as non-emotional and mundane as getting my daily cup of Starbucks from LaFortune. In other news, I have become a coffee addict.
I did not expect at all to be cast in the play, since I'm a freshmen and freshmen usually don't get cast. I basically auditioned on a whim (Angela auditioned, too, for the first time ever) and did not expect anything. But hey, I got the role of stage slut. Actually, my character is not a slut. I had a long conversation with the director (a senior) today about my character being a powerful, promiscuous woman, not a slut. Anywho, once I found out that I got the role, I was really excitied and, naturally, told people about it. I was talking with Jason, who lives in Knott Hall, and after having a discussion about mean boys, told him I got a part in the play. I said "I guess I'm a thespian now." Jason gave me a weird look and said "Oh, you decided that just now?" and I said "Well, I did some in high school, too." This only rendered an even weirder look from Jason who could only say "Oh, ok." He looked very uncomfortable so I decided to take a guess at what he might be thinking and say "Jason, I said thespian, not lesbian." The awkwardness immediately lifted and he said "Oh! ok! That's good." long pause. "What's a thespian?" Oh, Jason. Looking back on that conversation, it is quite humorous to replace the word thespian with lesbian, especially the part about high school.
The other day when I went to rehearsal, I walked into the wrong room. Usually not a big deal, but I thought rehearsal was going to be on the main stage of Washington Hall. I was mistaken, as my rehearsal was in the practice room. Before I knew this, I walked towards mainstage and almost walked onto the stage before realizing that it was not Suburbia rehearsal going on, but Asian Allures. Asian Allures=an all Asian fashion show. I felt very out of place. I left, but I should have looked for Asian chick. I haven't seen her around. My life is empty.
It started snowing. I hate snow. You can tell who's from California and experiencing their first snow because these are the people who freak out and get childlishly jovial over each and every little flake. Soon, the magic of a winter's snow will wear off and they, too, will realize that snow is just Satan's way of saying hello. I hate being cold, so I bundle up to the extent of Ralphie in a Christmas Story. Today, as I went to class in my giant purple coat, scarf, gloves, hat, and hood, people curiously asked me where I was from, expecting me to say California or some other warm place. When I said Ohio, they looked at me like "What's your problem? You should be used to this!" I will never be used to this.
I was all bundled up to go to rehearsal tonight and I wore a leopard earmuff headband thingy. The director commented on the leopard print and I said "Yeah, I kind of have an obsession with leopard" which I do, in case you were unaware. He said, "What" and I repeated myself and he goes, "Oh! I thought you said you clubbed a baby cheetah!" Actually, it was a baby leopard, and I used a spear. I left rehearsal that night the same time as Steve, another cast member (the guy who graduated last year who I have to kiss). I headed in the same direction as him out of the building and he goes "Aren't you going to P.E.?" I was and he said "Well then the north exit is the other way." Shoot, I thought it was, but I have the sense of direction of a blind person. I felt the need to explain my direction blunder with an anecdote and said "I have such a bad sense of direction! This one time I got lost going to my high school senior year!" I am a dork. Why did I tell him that? Why the heck am I telling you that? He responded to my story of infinte wisdom with "How did you get into this school? Are you a legacy." I said, "No, I'm really smart, I just act like a dumb blonde sometimes." He said, "I once dated a girl like that and she dyed her hair blonde and it was funny because it fit her so well." I said, "I have a blonde wig!" and left. I thought I'd better skidaddle before I volunteer any other unnecessary and potentially embarassing stories. And having a blonde wig is a good note to end on. I'll just let him wonder why I have the blonde wig. I should change my facebook picture...
When I got back to the dorm, Steve had friended me on facebook. My first thought: I didn't make such a complete fool of myself that he thinks I'm a loser! My second thought: maybe he wanted to read my profile and get my personal info to see just how weird I really am. I figure there are only three reasons for friending someone on facebook
1) You genuinly like the person and intend to see them again
2) You want to stalk them and gain access to their personal info and be notified when they have updated their profile
3) You're simply going for numbers and you just want more facebook friends
I'm thinking/hoping most of the time people friend me for reason #1, but in the case of castmates, they don't intend to see me again, they have to. And some have to kiss me. I should freak people out and pretend to have mono.
A new P.E. class has started. Yay! No more handball and ultimate frisbee and all the games that brought back terrible memories of being picked last in grade school. But guess who I still get to see? Smurf! The first day of class, she was late. The teacher did attendance and said, as most teachers do on the first day of a new class, that we should tell her what we prefer to be called. When she called Smurf by her real name, she said "You can call me Smurf." I couldn't help but teehee a bit at this. I mean, it's really quite a paradox. The teacher took note of the nickname and said, "I don't know why you're called Smurf, but I like it. That was my favorite cartoon." My thoughts not-so-exactly. Before switching P.E. classes, we had our last day of Fitness for Life, which was capture the flag. I ran over to the other side to get the flag. Smurf was on the opposite team from me. I tried to escape "the enemy" so I could get the coveted flag, which was really just a smelly old jersey, but Smurf would not let her team down. All she did was move to stand in front of me as I was running and I ran right into her. I felt like I hit a brick wall. As I was checking my vital signs, the brick wall that is Smurf did a fist pump and said "Gotcha!" as if moving to the left to block someone was a grand defense tactic. I'm cruel, I know, but that hurt like a mo fo! (what did you say?!)
One more story, I promise. You should read it. It's a good one. One Saturday night, I found myself in Knott Hall, channel surfing with Caitlin, Jason, and Joe Bonath. We called Dana and Angela and they decided to join us after a night of partying at Morrisey. They didn't seem to inebriated, but after some chit chat, it was slightly more evident. Dana fell asleep on the couch in the common room and Angela told me to check on her to make sure she was all right. I shook her awake and told her to go to her own bed. After re-waking her up a few times she sat up and asked, "Do I have a pulse?" Now, the strangest part of this question is my response, which was to actually check her pulse, as if I expected to gain a different answer than "yes, you are alive and well, therefore you have a pulse." Nonetheless, I checked her pulse and assured Dana she had one. I noticed she was sweating a lot and I asked her why she was so hot. Dana said, "It's because I have a pulse. A pulse will do that to you." I asked her to explain further, but she simply said nevermind, in a tone that said, "You could never understand." She then sauntered off to P.E. and to bed, where she still had a pulse. She still has a pulse to this day.
Ok, all. I'm done for real now. This should give you your fix from all that time you were blogalicious-less. And by you I mean Metzger.
Sorry it's been awhile. I've been busy, you know, with being awesome. Actually, my schedule has become a lot busy because since I last posted, I got a role in a play called "Suburbia." I play Erica, who reminds me a lot of Samantha in Sex and the City. I've always pictured myself more as the Charlotte type, but I guess that's why they call it acting. There are 4 guys in the cast. my character flirts with/hangs all over three of them. The one guy I don't get to cozy up to is the really hot one. Aw, snap! Oh well, he has a steady long-term girlfriend anyway and he transfered from Holy Cross so, you know. I actually have to do a stage kiss and by stage kiss I mean making out with a first year grad student center stage. Croikies! I must admit, the first time we had to act out this scene, I was quite nervous. It was just so awkward, this forced attraction. But again, 'tis acting. It actually ended up not being that awkward and it's as non-emotional and mundane as getting my daily cup of Starbucks from LaFortune. In other news, I have become a coffee addict.
I did not expect at all to be cast in the play, since I'm a freshmen and freshmen usually don't get cast. I basically auditioned on a whim (Angela auditioned, too, for the first time ever) and did not expect anything. But hey, I got the role of stage slut. Actually, my character is not a slut. I had a long conversation with the director (a senior) today about my character being a powerful, promiscuous woman, not a slut. Anywho, once I found out that I got the role, I was really excitied and, naturally, told people about it. I was talking with Jason, who lives in Knott Hall, and after having a discussion about mean boys, told him I got a part in the play. I said "I guess I'm a thespian now." Jason gave me a weird look and said "Oh, you decided that just now?" and I said "Well, I did some in high school, too." This only rendered an even weirder look from Jason who could only say "Oh, ok." He looked very uncomfortable so I decided to take a guess at what he might be thinking and say "Jason, I said thespian, not lesbian." The awkwardness immediately lifted and he said "Oh! ok! That's good." long pause. "What's a thespian?" Oh, Jason. Looking back on that conversation, it is quite humorous to replace the word thespian with lesbian, especially the part about high school.
The other day when I went to rehearsal, I walked into the wrong room. Usually not a big deal, but I thought rehearsal was going to be on the main stage of Washington Hall. I was mistaken, as my rehearsal was in the practice room. Before I knew this, I walked towards mainstage and almost walked onto the stage before realizing that it was not Suburbia rehearsal going on, but Asian Allures. Asian Allures=an all Asian fashion show. I felt very out of place. I left, but I should have looked for Asian chick. I haven't seen her around. My life is empty.
It started snowing. I hate snow. You can tell who's from California and experiencing their first snow because these are the people who freak out and get childlishly jovial over each and every little flake. Soon, the magic of a winter's snow will wear off and they, too, will realize that snow is just Satan's way of saying hello. I hate being cold, so I bundle up to the extent of Ralphie in a Christmas Story. Today, as I went to class in my giant purple coat, scarf, gloves, hat, and hood, people curiously asked me where I was from, expecting me to say California or some other warm place. When I said Ohio, they looked at me like "What's your problem? You should be used to this!" I will never be used to this.
I was all bundled up to go to rehearsal tonight and I wore a leopard earmuff headband thingy. The director commented on the leopard print and I said "Yeah, I kind of have an obsession with leopard" which I do, in case you were unaware. He said, "What" and I repeated myself and he goes, "Oh! I thought you said you clubbed a baby cheetah!" Actually, it was a baby leopard, and I used a spear. I left rehearsal that night the same time as Steve, another cast member (the guy who graduated last year who I have to kiss). I headed in the same direction as him out of the building and he goes "Aren't you going to P.E.?" I was and he said "Well then the north exit is the other way." Shoot, I thought it was, but I have the sense of direction of a blind person. I felt the need to explain my direction blunder with an anecdote and said "I have such a bad sense of direction! This one time I got lost going to my high school senior year!" I am a dork. Why did I tell him that? Why the heck am I telling you that? He responded to my story of infinte wisdom with "How did you get into this school? Are you a legacy." I said, "No, I'm really smart, I just act like a dumb blonde sometimes." He said, "I once dated a girl like that and she dyed her hair blonde and it was funny because it fit her so well." I said, "I have a blonde wig!" and left. I thought I'd better skidaddle before I volunteer any other unnecessary and potentially embarassing stories. And having a blonde wig is a good note to end on. I'll just let him wonder why I have the blonde wig. I should change my facebook picture...
When I got back to the dorm, Steve had friended me on facebook. My first thought: I didn't make such a complete fool of myself that he thinks I'm a loser! My second thought: maybe he wanted to read my profile and get my personal info to see just how weird I really am. I figure there are only three reasons for friending someone on facebook
1) You genuinly like the person and intend to see them again
2) You want to stalk them and gain access to their personal info and be notified when they have updated their profile
3) You're simply going for numbers and you just want more facebook friends
I'm thinking/hoping most of the time people friend me for reason #1, but in the case of castmates, they don't intend to see me again, they have to. And some have to kiss me. I should freak people out and pretend to have mono.
A new P.E. class has started. Yay! No more handball and ultimate frisbee and all the games that brought back terrible memories of being picked last in grade school. But guess who I still get to see? Smurf! The first day of class, she was late. The teacher did attendance and said, as most teachers do on the first day of a new class, that we should tell her what we prefer to be called. When she called Smurf by her real name, she said "You can call me Smurf." I couldn't help but teehee a bit at this. I mean, it's really quite a paradox. The teacher took note of the nickname and said, "I don't know why you're called Smurf, but I like it. That was my favorite cartoon." My thoughts not-so-exactly. Before switching P.E. classes, we had our last day of Fitness for Life, which was capture the flag. I ran over to the other side to get the flag. Smurf was on the opposite team from me. I tried to escape "the enemy" so I could get the coveted flag, which was really just a smelly old jersey, but Smurf would not let her team down. All she did was move to stand in front of me as I was running and I ran right into her. I felt like I hit a brick wall. As I was checking my vital signs, the brick wall that is Smurf did a fist pump and said "Gotcha!" as if moving to the left to block someone was a grand defense tactic. I'm cruel, I know, but that hurt like a mo fo! (what did you say?!)
One more story, I promise. You should read it. It's a good one. One Saturday night, I found myself in Knott Hall, channel surfing with Caitlin, Jason, and Joe Bonath. We called Dana and Angela and they decided to join us after a night of partying at Morrisey. They didn't seem to inebriated, but after some chit chat, it was slightly more evident. Dana fell asleep on the couch in the common room and Angela told me to check on her to make sure she was all right. I shook her awake and told her to go to her own bed. After re-waking her up a few times she sat up and asked, "Do I have a pulse?" Now, the strangest part of this question is my response, which was to actually check her pulse, as if I expected to gain a different answer than "yes, you are alive and well, therefore you have a pulse." Nonetheless, I checked her pulse and assured Dana she had one. I noticed she was sweating a lot and I asked her why she was so hot. Dana said, "It's because I have a pulse. A pulse will do that to you." I asked her to explain further, but she simply said nevermind, in a tone that said, "You could never understand." She then sauntered off to P.E. and to bed, where she still had a pulse. She still has a pulse to this day.
Ok, all. I'm done for real now. This should give you your fix from all that time you were blogalicious-less. And by you I mean Metzger.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Italiani Pazzi
Happy Halloween! I love Halloween. This weekend, I'm celebrating the pagan holiday by burning crosses and worshiping the dark lord while playing with a oigi board. Actually, I'm going to an SYR dressed as Marilyn Munroe. Look for pictures to come in my photobucket. They should be fantastic.
I've only been back from fall break for a week, but it feels like much longer. I guess it's because I'm always so busy, I had some Mike Peterson Show shoots this week, which means I'm in next week's show. Everyone should watch the show next week. I'm not even kidding. It's the Halloween special and it's the funniest one yet. It's freakin' amazing! It's on every day next week starting Monday at 4 and 8 on channel 14. Watch it or you're not allowed to be my friend anymore.
Italian class has been especially interesting lately. We're learning the difference between the imperfect verb tense and past participle tense. Carolina, the crazy Polish teacher who doesn't speak much English decided the best way to teach this would be by changing a story from the present to the past. Sounds reasonable enough. This little excercise started out with her holding up pictures of the story and asking us to describe them. Now, I think I should really start wearing my contacts, because when I looked at this picture, all I saw were 3 pink jelly beans walking down a road, so when she asked me to describe it, I became quite confused. I eventually picked up that the 3 jelly beans were really the 3 little pigs and that I am blind. The story continued, and all was going well until Carolina said that after the wolf blew down the first little pig's house, he at the little pig. At this statement, we all paused. One girl asked the question that was on all of our minds. "He doesn't eat the pigs, does he?" Carolina responded (in English, for more emphasis) "That's your version! The wolf eats the stupid pigs in Italy!" Italiani pazzi. After we had finished the slightly violent version of "The Three Little Pigs," Carolina said, "Your homework is to do the same thing with that story about the girl with the red hood." I think she meant "Little Red Riding Hood." All was regular with this story. The next day when we reviewed our homework, Carolina tried to express why we use the imperfect to describe Little Red Riding Hood by saying "Little Red Riding Hood is dead, or at least she doesn't exist anymore." There's no magic or optimism in Italian fairy tales apparently. Of my two professors, Carolina is definitely the crazier one, or maybe I just don't understand Italian. But this one time, I swear she had this conversation with a student.
-Carlolina: "What happened"
-Student: "I don't know"
-Carolina: "A pizza?"
-Student: "Yes."
Like I said, Italiani pazzi.
After Italian class, I have theology, and you all know what happens in theology.....ASIAN CHICK! For a while there, I was quite worried that she had dropped theology, which didn't make sense since it's a requirement. However, I soon realized that she just showed up sporatically and skipped theology a lot. This is probably because going to a class where there is talk of God and morals makes her uneasy due to her proffession, such is the saying "sweating like a whore in Church." So the one day this month that she get could away from the office (the office being a random street corner in Southbend) and decided to show up to theology, she wore a sweatshirt with words on it. Now, I can critique this without even having to talk about what the words said. Why the heck can't this girl buy a single top without writing on it? Is she trying to draw attention to her chest by making people read what's on it? True, that's a crafty advertising campaign, but enough is enough. Her shirt said "Southville Strikers" on it. It looked slightly vintage, so I'm assuming this was her previous place of business. She worked in Southville and "striker" was her nickname, derived from her sexual techniques. Oh, Asian Chick, when will the madness stop? Never, I hope, because then I would have nothing to write about.
I've only been back from fall break for a week, but it feels like much longer. I guess it's because I'm always so busy, I had some Mike Peterson Show shoots this week, which means I'm in next week's show. Everyone should watch the show next week. I'm not even kidding. It's the Halloween special and it's the funniest one yet. It's freakin' amazing! It's on every day next week starting Monday at 4 and 8 on channel 14. Watch it or you're not allowed to be my friend anymore.
Italian class has been especially interesting lately. We're learning the difference between the imperfect verb tense and past participle tense. Carolina, the crazy Polish teacher who doesn't speak much English decided the best way to teach this would be by changing a story from the present to the past. Sounds reasonable enough. This little excercise started out with her holding up pictures of the story and asking us to describe them. Now, I think I should really start wearing my contacts, because when I looked at this picture, all I saw were 3 pink jelly beans walking down a road, so when she asked me to describe it, I became quite confused. I eventually picked up that the 3 jelly beans were really the 3 little pigs and that I am blind. The story continued, and all was going well until Carolina said that after the wolf blew down the first little pig's house, he at the little pig. At this statement, we all paused. One girl asked the question that was on all of our minds. "He doesn't eat the pigs, does he?" Carolina responded (in English, for more emphasis) "That's your version! The wolf eats the stupid pigs in Italy!" Italiani pazzi. After we had finished the slightly violent version of "The Three Little Pigs," Carolina said, "Your homework is to do the same thing with that story about the girl with the red hood." I think she meant "Little Red Riding Hood." All was regular with this story. The next day when we reviewed our homework, Carolina tried to express why we use the imperfect to describe Little Red Riding Hood by saying "Little Red Riding Hood is dead, or at least she doesn't exist anymore." There's no magic or optimism in Italian fairy tales apparently. Of my two professors, Carolina is definitely the crazier one, or maybe I just don't understand Italian. But this one time, I swear she had this conversation with a student.
-Carlolina: "What happened"
-Student: "I don't know"
-Carolina: "A pizza?"
-Student: "Yes."
Like I said, Italiani pazzi.
After Italian class, I have theology, and you all know what happens in theology.....ASIAN CHICK! For a while there, I was quite worried that she had dropped theology, which didn't make sense since it's a requirement. However, I soon realized that she just showed up sporatically and skipped theology a lot. This is probably because going to a class where there is talk of God and morals makes her uneasy due to her proffession, such is the saying "sweating like a whore in Church." So the one day this month that she get could away from the office (the office being a random street corner in Southbend) and decided to show up to theology, she wore a sweatshirt with words on it. Now, I can critique this without even having to talk about what the words said. Why the heck can't this girl buy a single top without writing on it? Is she trying to draw attention to her chest by making people read what's on it? True, that's a crafty advertising campaign, but enough is enough. Her shirt said "Southville Strikers" on it. It looked slightly vintage, so I'm assuming this was her previous place of business. She worked in Southville and "striker" was her nickname, derived from her sexual techniques. Oh, Asian Chick, when will the madness stop? Never, I hope, because then I would have nothing to write about.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
I'm TB Free
Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been busy with midterms and such. You know, I do have a life outside entertaining you people. But that life would be empty without your enjoyment from reading about that life.
Vince Vaughn's Wild West Comedy Tour was the most amazing night of my life. The comedians were hilarious and Vince Vaugh was oh-so hot. I got there an hour and a half before it started and got 6th row center seats. Pretty freakin' awesome. In between each comedian, Vince Vaughn would come out with one of his actor buddies, which included the guy who played Ralphie in A Christmas Story (he didn't shoot his eye out), Justin Long from Dodgeball (the cheerleader kid), and the guy who played the gay painter guy in Wedding Crashers. It was amazing. During his bit with Justin Long, Vince Vaughn threw a dodgeball out into the audience. As the dodgeball sailed towards me I reached my hands up. It grazed my fingertips and the guy behind me caught it. So dissapointing. After the show, most people left. Caitlin and I stuck around to see if we could catch a glimpse of Vince Vaughn. While we were waiting, we spotted Brady Quinn, the Irish quarterback. He started walking towards us. We start to (discreetly) freak out. He comes to about 4 feet away from us, stops, turns, and says "hi" to his friends standing near us. As Caitlin and I begin to crawl towards a hole where we can die from embarassment at actually thinking Brady Quinn may be coming over to talk to us, we spot Vince Vaughn! VINCE FREAKIN' VAUGHN! He was just walking around, signing autographs and taking pictures. I had no pen. I had no camera. I had no hope. But I did follow him around like a lost puppy (as did about 50 other people) and stood 2 feet away from him. I could have touched him! He's so tall! I was right next to Vince Vaughn! AHH!! I noticed that Justin Long and the Wedding Crashers guy were just standing around and Justin had a pen. I went up to meet Justin and shook his hand and asked for his autograph. He was really nice and friendly and he said I looked like Jennifer Jason Leigh. I had no idea she was, so later that night I looked her up and realized that this may or may not have been a compliment. In any case, he signed my ticket "Elise, lots of love always, Justin Long." Justin Long has now replaced Vince Vaughn (who seemed rather grumpy with his fans) as my desktop. I also shook hands with the Wedding Crashers guy and told him he was my favorite part of the movie, which may or may not have been true. I left with the biggest smile on my face. I could have died at that moment and been perfectly ok because my life's goal of meeting Vince Vaughn had been fulfilled. I had nothing else to live for. However, I now have a new goal of becoming famous and re-meeting Justin Long and marrying him. We'll see how that pans out.
After the show, I had an SYR to go to. I was an hour late because I spent a lot of time simply running through my hall screaming "I stood next to Vince Vaughn!" In any case, I got ready and went to the dance with Dana and I met up with my date for the night, Steven. All was going well as I was still on a "I just met a celebrity" high. Then Steven pointed out the leprauchaun, or rather, the guy who dresses as the leprauchaun at pep rallies and games. I told Dana he was there and as she was turning her head this way and that to get a glimpse of him, the leprauchaun bumped into her. That was pretty cool.
I was sick for about a week and a half. I had the worst cold of my life. It was absolutely terrible. I started telling people I had tuberculosis, just to convey how bad I felt, though I probably had nothing worse than strep. In gym class, I mentioned to creepy guy that I was sick (he was following me as usual so I figured I'd strike up a conversation) and told him jokingly that I had consumption. Later that day, I went to the health center and found out I just had a really bad cold. Kind of dissapointing for how crappy I felt. I was walking back with my prescription medication and saw creepy guy. He said "Hey, how's it goin'"? And I said "Good! I just got medicine from the health center!" and he goes, with an excited smile on his face "So you really did have TB?!" I said, "No! I have a cold!" He dissapointly said, "Oh, ok," and trudged off. Obviously, he was hoping I had TB so I could join him in his club for "people with strange and rare diseases," his disease, of course, being rabies.
Another famous person came to Notre Dame: Jim Caviezal (the guy who played Jesus in The Passion). He said the Rosary at the Grotto and talked about his faith journey. How very Notre Dame. All these famous people just flock to Notre Dame. Bon Jovi was rumored to come to our pep rally for the USC game, but all we got was the real Rudy (I would have preferred Sean Astin) and Joe Montana (whom I stood in line behind during Frosh-O and I didn't even know who he was). Oh, and about the USC game, I'll just say one thing: The Irish played amazingly and it was an incredible game. But that is the last time that the Trojans will beat Charlie Weis and the Fighting Irish.
Moving on...
I'm on fall break now. I thought it would feel weird being home, but it really doesn't even feel like I left. I didn't expect anything to change, but I expected it to feel different. It just feels like I was at a really really ridiculously long school day or maybe summer camp. If anything has changed, it's that I've developed a better appreciation for the little things, like not having to eat food off a tray. I'm trying to visit with as many people as possible, which isn't too hard, considering most people are still at school. But I saw my grandparents, Tim (who looks so freakin' awesome with his faux hawk), Heather, James, and I visited Hoban, so I'm good.
When I get back to school, my dorm is having a Halloween party and I need a good idea for a costume. I want something clever, pretty, awesome, sexy, interesting, good, etc. So if anyone has any ideas, let me know because right now all I've got is a headband with cat ears on it.
That's it for now, kiddies. I'm off to lounge around my house and enjoy the comforts of cable, my own room, and not having to wear sandles in the shower.
Vince Vaughn's Wild West Comedy Tour was the most amazing night of my life. The comedians were hilarious and Vince Vaugh was oh-so hot. I got there an hour and a half before it started and got 6th row center seats. Pretty freakin' awesome. In between each comedian, Vince Vaughn would come out with one of his actor buddies, which included the guy who played Ralphie in A Christmas Story (he didn't shoot his eye out), Justin Long from Dodgeball (the cheerleader kid), and the guy who played the gay painter guy in Wedding Crashers. It was amazing. During his bit with Justin Long, Vince Vaughn threw a dodgeball out into the audience. As the dodgeball sailed towards me I reached my hands up. It grazed my fingertips and the guy behind me caught it. So dissapointing. After the show, most people left. Caitlin and I stuck around to see if we could catch a glimpse of Vince Vaughn. While we were waiting, we spotted Brady Quinn, the Irish quarterback. He started walking towards us. We start to (discreetly) freak out. He comes to about 4 feet away from us, stops, turns, and says "hi" to his friends standing near us. As Caitlin and I begin to crawl towards a hole where we can die from embarassment at actually thinking Brady Quinn may be coming over to talk to us, we spot Vince Vaughn! VINCE FREAKIN' VAUGHN! He was just walking around, signing autographs and taking pictures. I had no pen. I had no camera. I had no hope. But I did follow him around like a lost puppy (as did about 50 other people) and stood 2 feet away from him. I could have touched him! He's so tall! I was right next to Vince Vaughn! AHH!! I noticed that Justin Long and the Wedding Crashers guy were just standing around and Justin had a pen. I went up to meet Justin and shook his hand and asked for his autograph. He was really nice and friendly and he said I looked like Jennifer Jason Leigh. I had no idea she was, so later that night I looked her up and realized that this may or may not have been a compliment. In any case, he signed my ticket "Elise, lots of love always, Justin Long." Justin Long has now replaced Vince Vaughn (who seemed rather grumpy with his fans) as my desktop. I also shook hands with the Wedding Crashers guy and told him he was my favorite part of the movie, which may or may not have been true. I left with the biggest smile on my face. I could have died at that moment and been perfectly ok because my life's goal of meeting Vince Vaughn had been fulfilled. I had nothing else to live for. However, I now have a new goal of becoming famous and re-meeting Justin Long and marrying him. We'll see how that pans out.
After the show, I had an SYR to go to. I was an hour late because I spent a lot of time simply running through my hall screaming "I stood next to Vince Vaughn!" In any case, I got ready and went to the dance with Dana and I met up with my date for the night, Steven. All was going well as I was still on a "I just met a celebrity" high. Then Steven pointed out the leprauchaun, or rather, the guy who dresses as the leprauchaun at pep rallies and games. I told Dana he was there and as she was turning her head this way and that to get a glimpse of him, the leprauchaun bumped into her. That was pretty cool.
I was sick for about a week and a half. I had the worst cold of my life. It was absolutely terrible. I started telling people I had tuberculosis, just to convey how bad I felt, though I probably had nothing worse than strep. In gym class, I mentioned to creepy guy that I was sick (he was following me as usual so I figured I'd strike up a conversation) and told him jokingly that I had consumption. Later that day, I went to the health center and found out I just had a really bad cold. Kind of dissapointing for how crappy I felt. I was walking back with my prescription medication and saw creepy guy. He said "Hey, how's it goin'"? And I said "Good! I just got medicine from the health center!" and he goes, with an excited smile on his face "So you really did have TB?!" I said, "No! I have a cold!" He dissapointly said, "Oh, ok," and trudged off. Obviously, he was hoping I had TB so I could join him in his club for "people with strange and rare diseases," his disease, of course, being rabies.
Another famous person came to Notre Dame: Jim Caviezal (the guy who played Jesus in The Passion). He said the Rosary at the Grotto and talked about his faith journey. How very Notre Dame. All these famous people just flock to Notre Dame. Bon Jovi was rumored to come to our pep rally for the USC game, but all we got was the real Rudy (I would have preferred Sean Astin) and Joe Montana (whom I stood in line behind during Frosh-O and I didn't even know who he was). Oh, and about the USC game, I'll just say one thing: The Irish played amazingly and it was an incredible game. But that is the last time that the Trojans will beat Charlie Weis and the Fighting Irish.
Moving on...
I'm on fall break now. I thought it would feel weird being home, but it really doesn't even feel like I left. I didn't expect anything to change, but I expected it to feel different. It just feels like I was at a really really ridiculously long school day or maybe summer camp. If anything has changed, it's that I've developed a better appreciation for the little things, like not having to eat food off a tray. I'm trying to visit with as many people as possible, which isn't too hard, considering most people are still at school. But I saw my grandparents, Tim (who looks so freakin' awesome with his faux hawk), Heather, James, and I visited Hoban, so I'm good.
When I get back to school, my dorm is having a Halloween party and I need a good idea for a costume. I want something clever, pretty, awesome, sexy, interesting, good, etc. So if anyone has any ideas, let me know because right now all I've got is a headband with cat ears on it.
That's it for now, kiddies. I'm off to lounge around my house and enjoy the comforts of cable, my own room, and not having to wear sandles in the shower.
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