Three more days. That's it, really. All of today, tomorrow, and Thursday--and then, I'm gone Florida will be my destination and place of residence for the next ten days. And I can't wait.

i went to a writer's conference this weekend, which made me want to write more (never would have thought, huh?). I am determind not to waste wiinter break this year--there will be much less sleeping in and much more reading. And writing. And who knows--I may even go crazy and finish knitting that scarf I've been working on forever.

Last night I got to see Caleb perform in the Liberty University Concert Choir. They sang with the Roanoke Symphony Orchastra, and it was absolutely amazing. It's been so long since I've seen a symphony. I'm actually suprised at how easy it was for me to pay attention; the first four movements of Tachovsky's "Pathetique" lasted almost an hour. I'm sure having Caleb sitting with me helped (the choir didn't sing until the second half), but I was still much more enthralled by the detail and unity of the orchastra than I thought I'd be.

I also noticed that symphonies contain an overabundance of old people. Cameron told me that the average age of a symphony-goer is 48+. Which made me think, what happens when they die? Not to be morbid, but...they're old. Eventually they won't be here anymore. How drastically is the attendance going to drop? I wish there could be a revival of the higher arts. I would've loved to have been alive during the 40's and 50's when going to see an orchastra was considered the thing to do. When women wore a hat and gloves and went to the symphony with their friends (or a handomely dressed date). I would give up wearing pants in a second if I had all the clothes from back then--the full A-line skirts, little hats, wraps, gloves...one of the many reasons I love watching old movies. Even if I can't live back then, at least I can watch it.


I am a terrible person. I've done something that I should feel guilty about, but I don't:

I ate out. At a really nice restaraunt. For the third night in a row.

Yes, excuse me, I'll be hanging my head now. I know, I know--it's not really that terrible. But when I'm a college student who doesn't have all that much money...evil. Pure evil.

Oh, but it was sooo soo good. Plus, I have other rationaliztions:
  • Olive Garden on Sunday was free, as mentioned in the previous entry.
  • Yesterday it was our friend Adam's birthday, so a bunch of us went out for that (and Caleb paid).
  • Today....I got nothin. We were hungry. It looked good. I paid. The end.

    I found the most hilarious website the other day. It's the world's worst record album covers, and mannn they're bad. Look for artists like "Joyce", "Tino", and "Country Church." Reasons I'm glad that I wasn't in college during the seventies or eighties.

    I'm working in the Lounge right now. It's really small (as previously mentioned). There's a sort of "hallway" containing six computers, along with two bigger rooms--each one has a big screen tv and some chairs/couches. It's not a bad place to come watch cable (since our dorm tvs don't get any channels) or hang out while you're doing washing clothes at the adjacent laundry room.

    My job at the Lounge consists of two very basic things:

  • Make sure people don't bring food or drink into the Lounge.
  • Make sure couples aren't making out/laying all over each other.

    Now, you'd think with all the signs that we have posted (concernening the "no food" policy) and the fact that making out and such is against the University's rules, it wouldn't be very hard. But no. These people are a different breed, I swear. It's as though they walk through the door to the Lounge and instantly become food sneaking, booty seeking rebels. They're really messy, too. So after a while it gets really frustrating--especially right now, becuase the lights in the first room don't work. So it's very dark. And there are now about three couples sitting in there--playing it safe for now, but I don't even want to think about what they're doing the second I go back to sit at the computer. Blech.

    I need to get some homework done, so hasta luego...
  • 11.08.2003

    I think Cameron and Caleb have successfully gotten me sick. They've both had cold/sinus/throat illnesses for the past week, and I've been hanging out with them--all the while noting, "I'm gonna get sick from you guys." You'd think in me saying that, i'd try to take some sort of precautionary measure to avoid getting sick. But no. I am just that lazy. It's pretty darn sad, it really is.

    Right now I'm working the Lounge and listening to the original version of "Boys of Summer." Can I just say that song is so addiciting? And I still agree with Caleb that the Code Seven version is much better than the Ataris. Much.

    I just found out that some of Caleb and my friends from Florida are having a "Tacky Tourist Party". I want to go! Or mainly, I just want to have parties. Cheesy ones. I talked to my mom again today, the off-campus thing is pretty much 90% yes on her end. Now it's just the whole "getting approved" (by the school) thing. But once I have a house, I want to have parties. Really dorky parties. The sad thing is, my friends in Florida would be the best people to invite to these sorts of parties, cuz they're fun like that. Good thing I get to see them at Thanksgiving.

    Wow, I really love mix cds. Mainly old ones that I fill up completely, because I forget what I put on them. Right now, for instance, "Livin' On a Prayer" just came on. Yehhh. I don' tknow why I love this song so much; I'm not even a Bon Jovi song. I guess it's just great to sing along with.

    I'm going to a show tonight. I don't even know who's playing besides Everything Falls Together. However, I must say they are definitely entertaining enough to warrent the spending of five bucks. Especially since Caleb and I are eating at Olive Garden tomorrow. For FREE. (Thanks to Caleb's roomate and that fact that he was really really grateful for Caleb taking his shift last night so he could go home.)

    Woo hoo!