Alright fans of the good old times during our freshman year, when movie night prevailed! Here's the cast list of Muppets Take Manhattan! Yay!!!

Alrighty, here's the final "cast" list:

Kermit the Frog - Joe Laedtke
Fozzie - Joe Dane
Rizzo - Thayne
Miss Piggy - Shelby
Zoot - Meredith
Rats - Theta Chi
Penguins - Sigma Chi
Animal - Gallagher
Scooter - Liz
Beaker - Paul "Personality" Fraser
Janice - Cat
Dr. Teeth - Jharick
Mummford - Brandon
Rowlf - Emily
Gonzo - Lauren
Pete - Dennis Ricardo
Camilla - Bremer
Swedish Chef - Buddy
Boomerang Fish Guy - Shane
Bears - Lambda Delta Alpha
Statler & Waldorf – Josh

- posted by L. @ 12:40 AM

 
Well, this may be the last posting of 2003! Then again it might not, because I STILL haven't figured out what the hell to do tomorrow night. Saaaaaaaaaaaaaad. I do not want to spend time with my stuffy parents and their stuffy friends. Gaaaaaaaaaah! I might have to hide upstairs with the 10 books (wait, down to 7) that I checked out of the library yesterday (2 read, 1 half done, 7 to go, I'm such a nerd.), but I REALLY don't want to do that! Any ideas????
In response to yesterday's vocabulary extension, I had the most interesting conversation with my dear little brother Buddy:

Lauren: i think i should study garbology
Buddy: oooh sounds dirty
Buddy: count me in
Buddy: ;-)
Lauren: Garbology: "study of waste materials: the study of a cultural group by an examination of what it discards"

Garbology might be a good career choice for dumpster divers. Recycling may make the job of future garbologists extremely difficult--they'll have less to study.
Lauren: see, you learn something new every day!
Buddy: exactly. and that is why recycling is bad
Buddy: we even get a moral for today! recycling = bad
Lauren: i know, it would put a lot of garbologists out of a job! and that would be sad!
Buddy: let's make t-shirts!
Lauren: poor garbologists
Buddy: we'll start a charity for them
Lauren: Support Garbology!
Don't Recycle.

So Buddy & I will be starting up a foundation to help Garbologists all over the world. Send your donations to me, and make all checks payable to me!
- posted by L. @ 9:54 PM

 
Never again will I utter the words "I thought I'd seen it all!"

10 Words You Simply Must Know

British novelist Evelyn Waugh once said, "One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilisation or it will die." Editors at MSN Encarta picked some of their favorite words to nourish your vocabulary. Some of them you may even use.

1. Defenestrate: "throw somebody or something out of window: to throw something or somebody out of a window (formal or humorous)"

It is quite entertaining to defenestrate paper airplanes.

2. Garbology: "study of waste materials: the study of a cultural group by an examination of what it discards"

Garbology might be a good career choice for dumpster divers. Recycling may make the job of future garbologists extremely difficult--they'll have less to study.

3. Digerati: "computer experts: people who have or claim to have a sophisticated expertise in the area of computers, the Internet, and the World Wide Web"

Not too long ago, computer expertise was considered nerdy. These days, many people strive to be among the digerati.

4. Antipodes:
1. "places at opposite sides of world: places at opposite sides of the world from each other, or the areas at the side of the world opposite from a given place"
2. "opposites: two points, places, or things that are diametrically opposite each other"

One could say that Arthur "Fonzie" Fonzarelli and Warren "Potsie" Weber are antipodes.

5. Hallux: "first digit on the foot: the big toe on the human foot, or the first digit on the hind foot of some mammals, birds, reptiles, and amphibians (technical)"

The ballerina had her hallux insured for $10 million!

6. Otiose:
1. "not effective: with no useful result or practical purpose"
2. "worthless: with little or no value"
3. "lazy: unwilling or uninterested in working or being active (archaic)"

Will e-mail render traditional letter writing otiose? Let's hope not.

7. Cullet: "glass to be recycled: broken or waste glass returned for recycling"

Don't forget to take the cullet out to the curbside, and be sure to put it next to the trash, not in it.

8. Pellucid:
1. "clear in meaning: easy to understand or clear in meaning (formal)"
2. "transparent: allowing all or most light to pass through (literary)"

The police officer's warning was pellucid: drivers must go the speed limit in the school zone.

9. Borborygmus: "stomach rumble: the rumbling sounds made by the movement of gases in the stomach and intestine (technical)"

If you lay your head on someone's stomach, you are likely to hear borborygmus.

10. Embrangle: "perplex somebody: to confuse, perplex, or entangle somebody or something (archaic)"

As Lord Needlebottom attempted to explain the rules of cricket, his American friends became more and more embrangled.


Yeah, I didn't know what any of these words meant. But I'm simply going to have to learn them! Mwa!
- posted by L. @ 12:32 AM

 
Today I am posting my tribute to Sonja. For those of you who don't know her, Sonja is a fun-loving gal whose been a pal since about third grade. Due to the longevity of our friendship, we tended to blow off studying for exams to either play tennis or reminisce. During freshman year of college, I stumbled across a conversation that we had reminscing about all those good times from elementary school to graduation. Then I turned it into a condensed listing, and voila. My tribute to Sonja in blog-form. Sonja leaves for Ireland in the next few days (okay, I think she leaves tomorrow! Or Wednesday!)...so this is an entirely appropriate time to post this! Happy reminiscing!

The Perfect Procrastination Tool - Tennis...
Exam week is the perfect time to take up a new hobby – tennis…When I become a teacher, my exam is going to be to tie your shoes – if you tie, you pass, if you don’t, you FAIL…There are 33 questions, 3 points apiece, with one extra point for spelling your name correctly…Ditching WIN to play Egyptian Rat Fuck in the hallway…Girl scout camp – Pippin & Hawkeye…I dress like this because Elaine can’t be the only slut around here…Three words: FLOOR HOCKEY UNIT…I think I hear my mother calling!!…What, does it look like a penis??…It’s a CLAY joint…S-ON-YA, um, my name is Sonja, Oh, I’m sorry S-ON-YA…Remember our duet??…My sister once called her Mrs. Mellenpoop and she heard…I wonder what would happen if I called her up again and asked for lessons…I sit and watch as tears go by – a great song at 3:30 in the morning on Oldie 95.7 FM, WZTR, especially since we requested it!…Snow White is one fucking scary movie…Winter Experience! Outdoor Ed! Let’s get stuck in the mud…If you smoke tobacco bacco bacco your lungs will turn blacko blacko blacko…Beautiful beautiful bats BATS bats BATS…Sonja lives in Whitefish Bay…Wildebeest Cole and her ugly lipstick…Alexy and his manly man undershirts…Ruslan and the class nerd reunion…In Ruslan talk, TH = Z…Sonja plays her clarinet on the streets of Paris…I’ve got a paper cut! Where’s the blood? Right here, wait, look, here! Yes! Here! BLOOD!…The Gift of the Magi – Robyn, I love you! Sonja, I love you!…Ms. J-Barf…Remember that supervisor who looked like Cody from Step by Step…Actually, just remember all the supervisors?…Come along you freaking bastard, come along and sing a song with me…Hello, my name is Peanut Butter & Jelly Sandwich…Playing Bloody Mary in the bathroom behind the old cafeteria…Graveyards make great field trips…I used to get high off smelly markers. I licked the mint one once…If you put on my glasses, I’ll kick you!…Mr. Knop (heavy slur)…Ride the cart around the room!!…Canyon Shultz…Pemelia Zurcough…passing notes in gum wrappers…Dan Felix put Willy Morris in the trash can!!!…Why do you get negative numbers when you add negatives numbers? Just do as she says and don’t question!…Tina Bertram = ewwww…Mr. Poz!!!!!!!…Fried plantains leads to a stove fire…Future city and JASON days…If you think speed make you run faster you stupid!…Please hold your 3rd hour class until further notice…Andy Stefanich…Andy Staff…Stars, flowers, and smiley faces…I just snorted!…Mr. Ballman and his dirty hands…Mr. Hallogen with his eyes that popped out of his head when he talked…Aaron Cobb!! Stupid Roxanne…Cheese fest!…Last of the Mohicans on newsreel…The next election is in 1972…French toast stix, mexican pizza, peaches, pears, mixed fruit, chicken nuggets, uncooked french fries, barbeque sauce, hamburgers, corn dogs, and a quarter in your lunch bag for milk…Action 911!… “Escape” from the fake house…Q papers, Q is for quality…BABES skits…practice your penmanship and your cursive writing…new crayons, new markers, every year…Trip to the zoo…Mrs. Lehman used to shake people…Each game, of chess means there’s one less variation, left to be played…Children’s choir in Hungarian…Peter Maris…Jesus Christ Superstar!!!!…Hey! did you hear that bass clarinet note? That’s me!…Listen for the pit orchestra…M&M fights!!!…popcorn at Adriane’s…Clint Piper…Can we put a picture of Uranus up while we’re playing the piece? No, I don’t think people would like to see my anus. Yeah, you’re right, I don’t think the stage is big enough…Tyler & James crawl up to the skylight in band concerts…Six dukes went fishing, and they found a seventh duke floating in the lake, he drowned. Eew! Mr. T – come on!…Alex learns to play the alto clarinet…I think Bandology might have been a minor hit in the 50s…I left my clarinet assembled in the band room during out bomb threat!…Running one lap, walking one lap, instead of running four laps, hey it works…Getting lost in Chicago…why are you so mean? Peer pressure…Murder mystery parties!!…Fornication Under Consent of the King…Sour note awards (Beano)…camp, camp, camp…If the girl scouts sold those cookies every day of the year they’d be the richest bastards in the world…Alex Hillard and the OJ trial…High school = bullshit…Start spelling color “colour,” It will make you seem cultured…Great question because I’m drunk as a skunk right now!…And of course…Right now I’m “sleeping” dreaming about the person I love – ME!! I can’t wait to see myself in 21 days when I go home – I bet I’ll be really really really hot! “Sleeping” would be so lonely if I didn’t have to do it alone. Someday I’ll be in the trailer parks with the man I love and we’ll be poor as hell, but at least we’ll have each other…I guess…You can NEVER turn down a triple dog dare!

Ahhh...memories!
- posted by L. @ 11:57 PM

 
While waiting for the infamous Joe Laedtke to give me a buzz yesterday afternoon regarding dinner at Noodles, I decided to utilize my time wisely. Yes, I read Dave Barry is Not Making This Up. Unfortunately, said book is not actually mine, but I read it anyway. There is one particular column that made me laugh so hard for ten minutes, I had tears pouring down my face. The only thing that can possibly make me laugh that hard is something that has to do with bad music. More specifically, insulting Neil Diamond.
Anyone who does not find Neil Diamond insulting should cease reading now.

Neil Diamond quite possibly might be my least favorite singer of all time. This is not to say that ALL of his music is bad, just most of it. There are a few "oldies but goodies" in the Neil Diamond repertoire, but really, who wants to hear songs about "Cracklin' Rosie" (did they set her on fire??), or "Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show" (maybe I'm dating myself, but what the fuck is a traveling salvation show? is it illegal? was it? has anyone banned it yet? if they haven't, they should. i'm writing my congressman asap.). Anyone who wants to hear these songs should be shot. Or at least hung.
So for viewing enjoyment, I have decided to repeat Dave Barry's column on bad songs. Especially Neil Diamond (Neil Diamond lovers, if you haven't stopped reading this posting yet, you probably should now.).

Mustang Davey
Recently, I was chosen to serve as a musical consultant to the radio industry.
Actually, it wasn't the entire industry; it was a woman named Marcy, who called me up at random one morning while I was picking my teeth with a business card as part of an ongoing effort to produce a column.
"I'm not selling anything," Marcy said.
Of course when callers say this, they usually mean that they ARE selling something, so I was about to say "No thank you" in a polite voice, then bang the receiver down with sufficient force to drive phone shards deep into Marcy's brain, when she said she was doing a survey for the radio industry about what songs should be played on the air.
That got my attention, because radio music is an issue I care deeply about. I do a lot of singing in the car. You should hear Aretha Franklin and me perform "I Say a Little Prayer for You," especially when our voices swoop way up high for the ending part that goes "My darling BELIEVE me, but for me there is nooo WAHHHHH-AAANNNN by you"....My technique is to grip the steering wheel with both hands and life myself halfway out of the seat so that I can give full vocal expression to the emotion that Aretha and I are feeling, which is a mixture of joyous hope and bittersweet longing and the horror of realizing that the driver of the cement truck three feet away is staring at me, at which point I pretend that I am having a coughing seizure while Aretha finishes the song on her own.
I think they should play that song more often on the radio, along with "Brown-Eyed Girl," "Sweet Home Alabama," and of course the Isley Brothers' version of "Twist and Shout," which, if you turn it up loud enough, can propel you beyond mere singing into the stage where you have to get out of the car and dance with tollbooth attendants.
One the other hand, it would not trouble me if the radio totally ceased playing ballad-style songs by Neil Diamond. I realize that many of you are huge Neil Diamond fans, so let me stress that in matters of musical taste, everybody is entitled to an opinion, and yours is wrong. Consider the song "I Am, I Said," wherein Neil, with great emotion, sings:
I am, I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair.
What kind of line is that? Is Neil telling us he's surprised that the chair didn't hear him? Maybe he expected the chair to say "Who, I heard THAT." My guess is that Neil was really desperate to come up with something to rhyme with "there" and he had already rejected "So I ate a pear," "Like Smokey the Bear," and "There were nits in my hair."
So we could do without this song. I also believe that we should use whatever means are necessary - and I do not exclude tactical nuclear weapons - to prevent radio stations from ever playing "Honey," "My Way," "I Write the Songs," "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden," and "Watchin' Scotty Grow." I have holes in my car radio from stabbing the station-changing button when these songs come on. Again, you may disagree with me, but if you know so much, how come the radio industry didn't randomly survey you?
--Dave Barry
From the book Dave Barry is NOT Making This Up.


I haven't included the column in its entirety, but it goes on similar to this manner, but will fewer insults shot in the general direction of Neil Diamond. I don't think I have laughed so hard at a humor column before. Maybe it's my intense hatred for most of Neil Diamond's music, that was even more so intensified last year when my boyfriend decided to download "a really great song" on to my computer. This really great song ended up being "Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show." My boyfriend, unfortunately, has not been heard from since last March.
P.S. Only 20 days until I go back to Ripon! huzzah! too bad it seems like an eternity. and I have a holiday to conquer still. fuck. and when i get back to Ripon, I have to pack up my room, move down the hall, and unpack. Oh well. At least I get to go back early. :)
- posted by L. @ 5:26 PM

 
Today the Blog will feature the top ten reasons that Paul's life sucked during freshman year. I cannot for certain say whether his life sucks this much now, so only Paul can comment on this. Hopefully, he will see said blog and comment to me later.

Yeah, so I kinda forgot that I was supposed to make this list of the top
reason why my life sucks like 5 months ago. I just remembered tonight, so I
figured I might as well do it before I forget again. So here it is, what
you've all been waiting for!!! The top 10 Reasons why Paul's Life sucks list
is here!!!!

10.) There are exactly 2 names on my AOL Instant Messenger buddy list. One of these is my sister. Enough said.

9.) The woman who swipes ID/meal cards at the cafeteria, Irene, and I are on a first name basis. She's really old. I'm not sure she'd remember her own name if it wasn't on her nametag, yet she seems to remember mine alright.

8.) The closest thing to an "intimate" conversation I've had with another person in several months is the deep talk I had with the deer head mounted on my dorm room wall just the other day. What can I say...he's an excellent listener.

7.) Did I mention I actually have a deer head mounted on my wall?? (Definitely was not my idea)

6.) This week I actually thought (excitedly) to myself, "I can't wait until this weekend...I'll have plenty of time to catch up on all the homework I didn't do during the week!!!" And believe me, I was enthralled with this prospect. Hooray for math!! I'm such a geek.

5.) The other day my roommate told me that whatever food he has in the room was free for me to eat with one stipulation, "As long as you don't eat all of it." And he said that without flinching either, as if he thought I actually might.

4.) The closest thing to a sexual encounter Paul's had in the past several months you ask?? Oh that was probably the drunk girl who threw up on me in the bathroom, then began groping me. Good times...good times.

3.) My roommate is a hippie with a 12-inch afro who listens to the Doors, Neil Young, and Vanilla Fudge. He eats Nutella STRAIGHT from the container. He showers maybe twice a week. Did I mention all my clothes smell like pot? It's delightful.

2.) I'm a weirdo magnet. Just recently I was sitting in the cafeteria eating my beefaroni and hotdogs peacefully when a really freaky red-headed girl came up, sat with me, and began babbling on about nothing in particular (am I alone on this, or are red-heads just inherently psychotic or something??). This is only one incident too...there are far, far too many to mention here. For example, I guess I forget to mention that I was hit on by a 45-year old stripper recently as well. 45 years old and stripper should not be used in the same phrase. The word 'stripper' needs to get a restraining order on the words '45 years old' so that the two will never be within 100 feet of each other. There's only one word that aptly describes my feelings on that encounter: saggage (that's baggage with an 's' at the beginning). Ewwwwwww.

1.) And here it is, the top reason why my life sucks...(drum roll)...I ACTUALLY HAD TIME TO MAKE THIS LIST (even though it only took me about 10 minutes...wait a second, maybe that fact qualifies me as even lamer)!!!!!

Yeah, it's pretty safe to say that I'm a bonafide loser. But that's okay, I like it better that way. This way I get to mope and complain to anyone who'll listen. I can listen to
Tenacious D as well - one of the few privileges in life that really belongs solely to the geeks of the world. Anywho, that's the list folks. Now I have to get back to what I WAS doing: surfing the net for vintage porn (j/k, I'm not that geeky, I only watch the good stuff!!) and listening to my Tenacious D. Talk to ya later!!!
~P.M.S. (Fuck. Did I mention my initials??)


Ha.

- posted by L. @ 10:17 PM

 
Okay kiddies, remember how I said that the blog would probably be going radio-silent or something to that effect about a week ago (okay, not even. god my life sucks. could this break go any slower?? seriously. and new year's eve? yeah, don't plan on spending that one alone. wait. shit. i don't have plans. i mean, i don't have plans yet. but of course something is going to come up, and it will be fabulous. at least, i hope so. otherwise i'm going to be spending it with my parents. and a lot of stuffy old people. great.)?? Anyway, I was just kidding about that. Mainly because I don't have anything better to do! But come Jan. 18, I probably will go radio silent, especially if my credit load hovers anywhere near where it may end up hovering (24 credits anyone?? fuck), there will be no time to post blogs. Ha. Yay.
Anyway, tonight I survived dinner with the parents. And the boyfriend. And the sister. And the boyfriend's brother. And the boyfriend's parents. Yes! It was great fun. I may outline that more later, but now we have what you've all been waiting for! It's a survey! Instead of filling it out, and emailing it to everyone, only to have everyone hate me for sending out stupid surveys, I'll post questions that I feel necessary in the blog, and if you want, you can copy and paste and email me later. If you so choose.
So here it is, what you've all been waiting for! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Name: Lauren
Last name: It's not hyphenated, and it begins with a G. Not any other letter. Got that, everyone *cough - Tyler - cough*
Nickname: Yeah, none.
Hometown: The fabulous suburb of Shorewood, Wisconsin! But I spend more time in the fabulous non-city of Ripon, Wisconsin, where cows outnumber people 5 to 1.
Sign: Cancer. As if this really matters.
Age: 20. But I'll be 21 in less than seven months!

*****Friends*****

Longest friend: When I don't hate him, Kevin. Otherwise probably Adriane, Sonja and Amy, as we survived elementary school together! Woot!

Funniest friend: Jenny, Joe, Shelley & Field from hell, oops, I mean work.

Who do you get advice from? Adam, Justine, Paul, Andy, Jenny, Gina, Lisa, Ambre.


*******On Yourself*****

Height: Umm...5'1.

D.O.B: I celebrate my birth on July 11. This year I'm turning 21, so everyone at the bars should watch out!

Eye color: My eyes are light brown, they're really cool...I like my eyes.

Shoe size: Who the fuck cares? If you must know, I wear a size seven. Which is really funny, since my 10-year-old cousin has bigger feet than I do! Haha!

Pet(s): My cats, Bear & Mouse!

Siblings: This list gets longer every year...Katie (my real sister), Dan, Gina, Shelby, Buddy.

Boy Friend/Girl Friend: The one and only Andy :)


****Which One is Better*****

Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi...Coke is too sweet. But I like Cherry Coke better than Wild Cherry Pepsi.

Taco Bell or McDonalds: I don't really like either, but I wouldn't mind certain things from either place, ie french fries or chalupas....especially taco bell at like 2am after German Fest...

Cats or dogs: Cats!!

Coffee or tea: I'm going to go out on a rebellious limb here and say Hot Chocolate.

Vanilla or chocolate: Seriously, who actually would ask this question? Duh. Chocolate.

Top or bottom: I'm going to assume that this is in reference to bunk beds, nothing else. So I'll say bottom. Or top. Suits me, I'm easy. Whoa, there were so many dirty connotations to that sentence. Maybe I intended it that way, maybe not....

Ice hockey or roller hockey: Another rebellious limb! Mwa! Floor hockey in gym provided so much entertainment and fond memories. Right???

Day or night: Is there really anything that you can only do during the day? I do everything else at night. Including homework.

Lights on or off: Being the naive, innocent person I am, I believe this refers to when I'm sleeping. But I can sleep through anything. So either on, or off, though I prefer....on?? Ha. Just kidding. I like the lights off.

Ocean or pool: Seriously, why isn't there an option of LAKE??

******Your favorite******

Season: Spring!

Food: Pasta's good, except in the commons, where they manage to ruin CANNED RAVIOLI?????????????? Fuck you Sodexho.

Candy: Let's see, I like 3 Musketeers, and Snickers, and Milky Way, and Rolo, and York Patties, and Peanut Butter Cups, and Creme-Filled Santa lumps (don't ask), and just about any other chocolate. And skittles and stuff too. I don't know if there's a candy I don't like. Except those that are completely filled with nuts. But I like Snickers and Baby Ruth - go figure.

Thing to do: Hanging out with friends/boyfriend, Reading a book (yeah, that happens all the time....), Writing, Scrapbooking (a new hobby that I'm going to take up in the next few days!), Playing tennis (anything is good when procrastinating), Knitting/Crocheting, Practicing oboe/piano (but it doesn't happen very often, I lack motivation)....y
eah, can't think of anything else to say.

Number: 10 - I don't even know why, my age is twice that (aka, 20). But I guess it was my number in 2nd grade (though I never understood why we all had numbers, someone explain that to me?? Did anyone else have numbers? Maybe I need to take another survey).

Drink: alcoholic or non? i'm a fan of pineapple juice and cherry coke and mountain dew (breakfast of champions), also tropicana grovestand orange juice that i drink at work all the time...alcoholic? apple pucker and sprite.

76. Holiday: This year, it was the fourth of july. The fireworks were wonderful.

Favorite Quote: Yeah, this changes daily. But I'll go with my senior quote: "Live like you'll die tomorrow, die knowing you'll live forever. Love like you'll leave tomorrow, believeing love lasts forever."

78: Music: Let's separate this into sub-categories, shall we?
What's in my CD player right now?? Sam Shaber's latest CD, eighty numbered streets.
Favorite band? Cousteau
Favorite singer? Rufus Wainwright
Favorite CD? So tough.....ummmm....
Most inspirational music ever? This one is easy: Rich Mullins' the Jesus Record (and Demos). Both the music and the inspiration for it is, well, inspiring. I highly recommend you check that album out. I guess it could qualify as my favorite CD ever. But there's sooooooooo many others.
Group/Singer with longest staying power: The Cranberries. I own every single one of their albums. I liked them even before I liked the Beatles, though they were close. The Beatles are a close second. Actually, they're so close, they're a tie. But I remember buying the Cranberries album No Need to Argue on cassette tape (I didn't have a CD player, and my mom didn't like me to listen to music that had swearing in it...even though the only word was 'damn' in one song...whatever. That was sixth grade anyway...)
Most eclectic music: My music tastes seem to just be eclectic. And now I have the wonders of cdbaby.com...I think my music will end up being more indie than mainstream.
Favorite classical composer(s): Let's see. Beethoven, Bach, and Stravinsky. Definitely not Mahler.
Classical CD with longest staying power: Romantic Piano Music...I have made it a life-goal of mine to learn every single piece on that CD. There are 12 tracks, I've learned two, read two, and am in the process of learning one. So I have seven more to go! Yay! And I'm only 20 years old!

Radio: Classic Rock (for you Milwaukeeans, 96.5), and Oldies (WRIT 95.7 is SO much cooler since they ditched the 50s music and added 70s music.)...and a select fan of some 80s music, as well as some Pop (ie, late 90s and today, the what? 00's? How lame...)

Favorite place to relax: Relax?? Hahahahaha, like I have time to relax. Ummm....

Favorite memories (Don't go overboard): When Sonja and I requested a Rolling Stones song at 3:30 in the morning, reminiscing with Adriane and Sonja, any sanity drives with the crew after freshman year (ie, Beloit, Genesee Depot...), cast parties after the musicals, and all those nights at Ma Fischer's with the crew during high school (don't raise your hand to signal the waitress, throw a pinch of salt over your shoulder when you knock it over, that waitress vaguely resembles ozzy osbourne! and holy shit, she's making out with the window. ewwwwww.......)

****Things In The Future*****

Who's Gonna be by Your Side: Well, I'm hoping that Andy will. But time will tell. :)

What do you wanna be when you grow up? If I grow up, you mean....and I don't know.

Favorite name: Daniel, Brett, Adrienne, Ariane

What are you wearing? This is going to change in like, an hour!

Where were you born? Milwaukee.

Favorite place to be kissed: I suppose I should keep this clean. *smirks* Lips, neck, back, stomach...

Favorite day of the week: Friday, you have the feeling that your whole weekend stretches ahead of you and can be enjoyed second by second!

Favorite Lip Smacker: I used to be a Lip Smackers fan, I still have many, so I'll name a few: Orange Pop (though we all know it should be Orange Soda!), Orange Sh-Orbit (haha! get it? sherbet.), Strawberry (what can I say? I'm classic)...yeah can't remember anymore. I've now taken my grown-up tastes to Bath & Body works lip balms, where I'm partial to Ripe Red Currant, and Raspberry Plum. :)

Kissed someone you don't know? No, but I kissed a random guy and some girls when I was drunk! Mwa.

Favorite movie: Oooooh, I think this should be divided into categories too!
Favorite movie of all time: Empire Records. Is there anything to think about? I need the DVD. It's not a matter of want, it's a definite NEED.
Favorite Disney movie: Okay, this is an unfair question. I like most Disney movies. So I'll listen them: Alice in Wonderland, Beauty & The Beast, The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Finding Nemo, The Lion King, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Lady & the Tramp, and probably others too. But I can't think of them. Ooh yeah, Emperor's New Groove!
Favorite comedy: Airplane!!!
Favorite drama: Romeo & Juliet. With Leonard Whiting and Olivia Hussey.
Favorite romantic comedy: Probably Someone Like You. There's something about Hugh Jackman....
Favorite Christmas Movie: Muppet Christmas Carol.
Favorite movie series: Are the Muppets considered a series? Oh well, don't care. I love the Muppets!


Alright folks, that's it! I think I'm going to take myself to bed now! :)

- posted by L. @ 1:18 AM

 
Ladies and Gentlemen...this is what you're not supposed to do when you've been "petting the pink bunnies" (so to speak...). Well, then again it may be something to do when you have, in fact, been petting bunnies. Anywho, the following took place...er, a long time ago, during a ceremony I shall fondly call "Room Christening" (psst...I'm moving at semester....).

And just remember, if the bacteria survives after being smoked, well, more power to it!

Lauren (vicariously): Hello there. You can call me lucifer.

Auto response from Shelby: Watching a movie... Leave a message in the meantime! :-)

Lauren (vicariously): You should answer me. I've got dominion over hell and hadees.
Lauren (vicariously): And Hardees, too.
Lauren (vicariously): Gotta love those roast beef sandwiches.
Shelby: lol.....Lauren?
Shelby: Is that you??
Lauren (vicariously): Vicariously.
Shelby: lol....vicariously? What is that supposed to mean? :-P
Lauren (vicariously): Look it up, hot stuff. You're an English major.
Lauren (vicariously): BTW, figure out who this is ;-)
Lauren (vicariously): 'Cause it sure the hell isn't Laurent.
Shelby: Whoa....yeah, I know what it means! I'm just wondering why I am talking to Lauren "vicariously."
Shelby: Ummmmm...yeah, no kidding!
Shelby: Joe?
Lauren (vicariously): How in blue fuck did you figure that one out?
Shelby: lol...wild guess :-)
Shelby: Why are you using her screename?
Lauren (vicariously): Tell BJ I say 'hi" and wet sloppy...
Lauren (vicariously): kisses.
Shelby: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww
Shelby: Gross gross gross!
Lauren (vicariously): Yeah, bullshit.
Lauren (vicariously): :-)
Shelby: *rolls eyes*
Lauren (vicariously): Anyway.
Lauren (vicariously): So, how about that Babylonian tupperware.
Lauren (vicariously): Merf?
Lauren (vicariously): Are you mounting the ewe, so to speak?
Lauren (vicariously): Or is that mounting the Ram, perhaps.
Lauren (vicariously): Or Red-Hawk, however the chips may fall.
Lauren (vicariously): :-)
Lauren (vicariously): Hi, Shelby.
Lauren (vicariously): How's your night going?
Lauren (vicariously): What movie are you watching?
Lauren (vicariously): Did the Bucks win?
Lauren (vicariously): What's he population of Rhode Island?
Lauren (vicariously): Was it an exciting game?
Lauren (vicariously): Did you eat any popcorn?
Lauren (vicariously): You know how many trans-fats are in popcorn oil?
Lauren (vicariously): Trans-fats are bad.
Lauren (vicariously): So is pre-marital sex.
Lauren (vicariously): But that doesn't stop people from having it, I suppose.
Lauren (vicariously): Are you still there?
Lauren (vicariously): Cat got your tongue?
Lauren (vicariously): I'm leaving this one open for more public slandering, but I figure I can spare you the commentary.
Lauren (vicariously): Shelby, were you aware I'm black?
Lauren (vicariously): My name is Tyrone Watson.
Lauren (vicariously): I just figured I sho should inform yo ass.
Lauren (vicariously): Hello?
Lauren (vicariously): If you would be my bodyguard, I could be your long-last pal.
Lauren (vicariously): And I could call you Shelby, and Shelby you can call me you can call me Al, call me Al.
Lauren (vicariously): C'mon, Handy Andy. We need to hear you!
Lauren (vicariously): :-)
Lauren (vicariously): I love Shelby!
Lauren (vicariously): I need to get some bumper stickers made that say "I spaid Shelby"
Lauren (vicariously): Sorry, I heart Shelby.
Lauren (vicariously): My bad.
Lauren (vicariously): I get my cards mixed up.
Lauren (vicariously): Shelby, it smells like fish outside.
Lauren (vicariously): Would you happen to know why?
Lauren (vicariously): We're not near a major body of water.
Lauren (vicariously): It doesn't make any sense. But neither does being blond, so go figure.
Lauren (vicariously): Have you ever noticed that the wooden desk chairs have a fabulous resonance when you let one rip while sitting in them?
Lauren (vicariously): I was just curious.
Lauren (vicariously): I know farting may be a little too beyond your daintiness, but I figured I'd throw that one out there for your consideration.
Lauren (vicariously): :-)
Lauren (vicariously): Shelby, who said "We live for each other, and for Alpha Delta Pi?"
Lauren (vicariously): Was that George Washington in the Gettysburg address?
Lauren (vicariously): Or was that the Emancipation Proclaimation?
Lauren (vicariously): I know, it was the Magna Carta!
Lauren (vicariously): Boo!
Lauren (vicariously): Just wanted to keep you on your toes.
Lauren (vicariously): As opposed to your knees.
Lauren (vicariously): Or elbows.
Lauren (vicariously): Were you aware that the word "elbows" is "elbogen" in German?
Lauren (vicariously): bonjour madamoiselle, ca va?
Lauren (vicariously): ou Madame?
Lauren (vicariously): Quand vous avez un jeune homme dans ta bouche, ne danser pas
Lauren (vicariously): Hallo Fraulein.
Lauren (vicariously): oder Frau?
Lauren (vicariously): wie heisst dus jetzt?
Lauren (vicariously): Haben sie eine junge Mann in ihre Mund? Tanzen sie nicht.
Lauren (vicariously): Sind sie da?
Lauren (vicariously): Hallo Fraulein Shelby.
Lauren (vicariously): Oder sind sie Frau Blucher?
Lauren (vicariously): Sie sind weg jetzt.
Lauren (vicariously): warum?
Lauren (vicariously): haben sie uns nicht gern?
Lauren (vicariously): Wir sind traurig.
Lauren (vicariously): Wir weinen jetzt in den Zimmer.
Lauren (vicariously): Haben sie ihre Rosa Jacke noch?
Lauren (vicariously): Was will mit die Rosa Kuhe passieren?
Lauren (vicariously): Wir wollen das die Rosa Kuhe leben!
Lauren (vicariously): Viva la Rosa Kuhen!!
Lauren (vicariously): Stille Nacht.... Heilige Nacht...... alles schlaft..... einsam wacht...... nur das traute hoch heilige paar....... holter Knabe im lockigen haar...... schlaf in himmlisher ruh....... schlaf in himmlisher ruh
Lauren (vicariously): That must be a great movie your watching
Lauren (vicariously): very engaging
Lauren (vicariously): Is BJ enjoying the movie too?
Lauren (vicariously): billions of billions and billions upon billions
Lauren (vicariously): and as you span the landsacpe of shelby, you notice the billions of billions of billions...
Lauren (vicariously): Have a good night shelby.
Shelby: lol.....sorry!!! BJ called!!!
Lauren (vicariously): did he now?
Lauren (vicariously): what did he call?
Shelby: He called on the phone....
Lauren (vicariously): did you read the stuff we wrote???
Lauren (vicariously): he was calling "phone?"
Shelby: *rolls eyes* Yes! You are insane
Lauren (vicariously): Like you frogs expand?
Shelby: Huh???????
Lauren (vicariously): No, that's a myth
Shelby: *confused*
Lauren (vicariously): Huh?
Lauren (vicariously): Myth, myth!
Lauren (vicariously): yes???
Shelby: Ummmmm....sure....
Lauren (vicariously): we be hitting on the chiba tonight
Shelby: Ohhhhh...okay, I think I know what that is
Lauren (vicariously): what is it?
Shelby: Um...well...I'm gonna get to sleep, I'm exhausted
Lauren (vicariously): huh?
Shelby: I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep
Lauren (vicariously): good night
Shelby: Nite
Lauren (vicariously): will you have sweet dreams?
Shelby: Of course
Shelby: :-)
Lauren (vicariously): don't do anything in your sleep i wouldn't do!
Shelby: :-P
Shelby: Goodnight
Lauren (vicariously): good night!!

- posted by L. @ 3:42 PM

 
In honor of the season, not to mention the best Christmas movie of all time....

Life is full of sweet surprises, every day's a gift.
The sun comes up and I can feel it lift my spirits
Fills me up with laughter, fills me up with song
I look into the eyes of love and know that I belong.
Bless us all
Who gather here
The loving family I hold dear.
No place on earth
Compares with home.
And every path will bring me back from where I roam.
Bless us all
That as we live
We always comfort and forgive.
We have so much
That we can share
With those in need we see around us everywhere.
Let us always love each other
Lead us to the light.
Let us hear the voice of reason
Singing in the night.
Let us run from anger
And catch us when we fall.
Teach us in our dreams
And please, yes please,
Bless us one and all.
Bless us all
With playful years
With noisy game and joyful tears.
We reach for you
And we stand tall
And in our prayers and dreams
We ask you bless us all.
We reach for you
And we stand tall
And in our prayers and dreams
We ask you bless us all.
--Muppet Christmas Carol


Merry Christmas to all!!!!!!!


- posted by L. @ 5:06 PM

 
Ha! Finally, an ode to my laptop!!!!!

Ode to my Laptop

Once upon a time
In a land maybe not so far away
There was an IBM Thinkpad
That functioned every day.
Oh thick clunky keyboard!
Oh large ghetto speakers!
Oh operating system dating 1995!
Oh screen that went fuzzy at every odd angle!
Oh computer itself, what a thick piece of shit!
Computer that functioned every day for a year
That conquered term papers and poetry projects
Writing papers at every hour of the day
It seemed that you were
And became a whiz at email as well
Oh AOL!
Oh ICQ!
Oh Yahoo at that!
What a wonderful piece of technological crap.
Sadly it died
The last day of the semester
But not until after it made its mark
With useless stuff up the wazoo
Goodbye dear old craptop,
Goodbye to you.






- posted by L. @ 7:39 PM

 
Guess what, I'm still bored! But that's what the blog is for. I haven't decided where to begin in these remember when entries of the blog. There's just way too much good stuff.
I think that beginning with the equivalent of a blog that I used to receive in my mailbox a couple times is worthy. I have no idea who wrote this "online paper" but whoever it is hopefully has discovered the wonders of weblogging....:)
These entries are courtesy of Paul, who got them from his sister, who may have gotten them from the source, but I'm not sure. Hail Daily Jason!

The Daily Jason - This week's version (I don't know...you figure it out)
vol. IV - this is from sometime in 2001, maybe october?

Last week I erroneously reported that Portland is comprised entirely of hippies (albeit different variations of hippies). I am forced to rescind that opinion after discovering an entirely new social category, one that wouldn't know what a hippie was if even if he was wearing a tie-died wife-beater. That's right, Portland has white trash! And the best
part is...it is living in my own apartment complex! Sweet.
White Trash: A study of cultures
So, the maintenance guy lives right next door to us, and judging by the, um...sounds...a very thin wall is the only thing separating my bedroom from his. At least I think it's his bedroom. If it's not, I wouldn't recommend sitting on his couch. Ever. Another of his favorite hobbies is yelling at his wife/girlfriend/sister (okay, I'm not exactly sure...I'm
just reporting the facts I know). It's a bit tough to make out exactly what he says, but I think I can understand most of it. Apparently she has a "big itch" (I'm guessing it's nothing that a little penicillin wouldn't clear up) and he also has a thing for "duck shoes." Yeah, I know...Weird. Ducks don't even wear shoes.
The fight lasts until approximately the next night, when "Merle" calls his
wife/girlfriend/sister at 3 am. (I don't actually know his name, but "White
Trash Bastard" seems a little impersonal, so his name is now Merle. Deal with
it.) Usually he says he's sorry and he wants to be "her man" and that she should stop "ducking that other guy." (I'm not even sure what that means, but the way he says it, it can't be good.) But no worries, things are back to good within a day or two and the cycle (by cycle, of course, I mean the aforementioned noises) starts again. Damn.
I'm sure that he's not a completely bad guy. I mean, anybody that has the entire Dukes of Hazard videotape library (on BETA, naturally) can't be all bad. And things should get better in a week or so when he can start showering again...who would have thought that making moonshine in the bathtub could take so long?


The Daily Jason (November 2001 edition)
vol. VI

Forgive me if I write about something a little more serious this time, but this is an amazing country in the midst of amazing times. Love it or hate it, you have to respect a people that will take on one of the oldest, most established evils history has ever known, and is willing to use whatever means necessary to win. I am talking, of course, about condiment spills.
You may laugh at the idea of ordering a burger and having the contents spill out onto the wax-paper wrapper after the first bite. But some people will not stand for such things. Thus, in an effort to curb premature condiment evacuation (I don't know...do with it what you will), Burger King will release the ...(trumpets please) ....Left-Handed
Whopper!
Seriously. A left-handed Whopper. That's the answer. In fact, it was important enough to get it's own BK Press Release. Apparently it will be balanced differently, with the condiments "rotated 180 degrees, thereby redistributing the weight of the sandwich ...to the left." To put it more scientifically, all the stuff won't squish out if you hold it in
your left hand.
This seems to bring up some very interesting questions, such as:
A) There is a job writing press releases for Burger King?
B) Can I do that?

Of course there is also the issue of why Burger King ("Making America Fat One Happy Customer at a Time") would make such a sandwich. Are there really that many lefties that can't figure out how to eat a burger? If so, is the balance of the condiments on their Whopper really the biggest problem they are facing? Are these people allowed to buy scissors? And will Burger King properly train all of its employees on how to make this new sandwich? (Okay crew, first you make a Whopper and put everything on it. Then you turn it around. Any questions? Bobby, stop licking the milkshake machine!)
Just some things to ponder for those of you who have time. I know I don't...I have a Burger King application to fill out.
BTW, I'm not making this stuff up. If you want to read all the gory details
for yourself go to:
http://www.burgerking.com/company/press_releases/04_31_98a.htm
(Lauren's note: There is indeed a press release outlining this valuble information. However, it is rather tricky to get to, as the above link sends you to the Burger King homepage. So go to the homepage, click on Company Info, go to Press Releases, then archives 1998, and it's 3/31/1998. Happy hunting!)

To cap off the blog's excitement for the day, here are some actual quotes from freshman year...courtesy of my old AIM profiles :)

"Walk softly and carry a big stick...and go find Humphrey and hurt him"
--Me

"High school = bullshit"
--Sonja

"It's like the Pillbury doughboy on steroids!"
--Ryan

"I don't like people! People are mean!"
--Shelby

"Wausau: Native American for 'lives under rock'"
--Paul G.

"There's nothing too sexy about music theory!"
--Professor Dietrich

"Theft! How nice! Nothing says I love you like crime!"
--Katie K.

"Like I'm his fucking secretary. Call and tell them yourself, you stupid piece of poop!"
--Paul S.



- posted by L. @ 6:51 PM

 
I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo bored. I don't even think I can give you quite the idea of just how bored I am. The above so does not even come close to defining how bored I really am. And just think! Only 25 days till I go back to school! And it's only 25 since I have to move. Boo. Otherwise it would be 27. Yuck.
Anyway blog fans, I'm not going to turn off readership just based on the fact that I'm bored! I'm going to promote readership by making reading interesting!
How am I going to do that, you may ask? Well. Never fear. I am going to run "the best of freshman year in emails, word documents, and aim conversations!" Despite the fact that my crap - er, LAPtop died about a year and a half ago, and I thought previously that all of the valuble information left on said computer was unsalvagable, it's not! Woohoo!!
So look for lots of freshman year fun in the blog in coming days! It will vary to reprints of the Daily Jason, AIM conversations had vicariously when higher than a kite, and songs outlining why our lives sucked. Yes!!!
In the meantime, look for an ode to my laptop! It should be appearing soon :)


- posted by L. @ 10:51 PM

 
Well, the blog will be going more radio silent than not for the next month. Saaaaaaaaad. However, I will be promising updates, they will just not be nearly as frequent, and probably not interesting at all. Except maybe from family functions on holidays. Boring.
Anyway, I go home today for an entire month. Yuck. This whole winter break thing just sucks. Why do we need a month? Why can't we have like, two weeks and call it a vacation? A month seems ridiculously long. And boring. Yeah. Can't wait till that's over! There will probably be a countdown going on as well as to how many days till I go back! Let's see...28-30 days until I get back to Ripon! Sigh. :)
- posted by L. @ 11:43 AM

 
Sorry blog fans, I'm a day late with what you all have been waiting for!! My farm field trip results!!!
For those of you who didn't read my profile on AIM, here is the poll I took.
In 4th grade my distinctively suburban elementary school took a field trip to a farm. This seemed to be very normal to me. However, my boyfriend, who is from farm country in northern Wisconsin thought this was completely abnormal. So my poll was "how many people took field trips to farms??" The question was aimed mostly at city folk, but other people took the poll too.

Yes.......14
No........3

Looks like farm field trips were common! Mwa!
An ironic twist to this is that my boyfriend's BROTHER went on a field trip to a farm too! Hahahahahah!
- posted by L. @ 9:21 PM

 
I am completely done with exams! Huzzah! I am also completely done with everything...until next semester. Not that I want to come back here. At all. But I only have a year and a half left!! Yay!!!
I have this (bad????) idealistic philosophy that love conquers all. Whether it's bad or not is yet to be seen, but I dunno. It's the romantic in me.

- posted by L. @ 8:56 PM

 
I finish my juries! I finished my styles! I'm done I'm done I'm done!! Not including journals, my final exam and final project amounted to 43 pages! Typed! How's that for sucking up???....wait...
Somewhere in the middle of cramming my final exam paper into the two hours I allotted myself this morning around noon, I realized I had another final exam due at five. Whoops. Luckily said final exam was a three page paper. Now, after writing 43 pages last night, three pages was, yeah, nothing. I think I need a break from Classical music for the rest of my life.
And now my dear friend Joe has given me a copy of Sam Shaber's CD. Woohoo! So you all know what I'll be listening to for the next six months...:)
Tonight's agenda: A date with the Muppet Christmas Carol! Woohoo!!!!
- posted by L. @ 7:52 PM

 
Alright...
So I survived juries. We'll see how the grades come out. I have to admit to being a bit nervous about my piano grade....but there's not much I can do, so I just have to hope for the best! I also have to admit to being nervous about my oboe grade too, but that's because I had to playing at eight forty-fucking-eight in the morning. Wait, scratch that, I had to play even earlier because this idiot euphonium player decided to show up like, 5 minutes before his jury time and realized that his euphonium was locked in the back room behind the recital hall. What a douche bag!
So post oboe jury, I went to start styles, but instead made copies. Lots and lots of copies. And cripes, I friggin' hate making copies, and the copy machine was stupid, and I hate making copies...but at least I got to clock in an extra hour on my timesheet.
Then I started on my journals. I finished journal number three! Oh yay! Wait, I still had seven more to do as of 11:00...
Then I got to compile the list of silly Styles quotes from the whole semester! Yay! At least that provided amusement...
I did get to spend lots of time with my favorite Liz who I never see anymore, even though brunch sucked. But that's okay, it was worth it! Besides, my boy saved me by bringing me lunch. Awww! :)
After more styles journals...woohoo...then off to the Heidel House for singing and more singing and cookies, hot chocolate and the fun Choraliers! Woot! And yeah, go Gooseblind, courtesy of the Heidel House paying us to sing!
Unfortunately, after the Gooseblind fun, I had to crack down and start Styles, so I locked myself up in the chapter room (okay, not locked, but stayed alone) for many hours (let's see...about 7:30 till about...shit..1:30). Luckily my boy saved me again, and came to keep me company even though I accidentally hung up on him when I called him from my cell (stupid AT&T, not getting good reception in the middle of J-hall...what's up with that, yo??).
Now that I have lots of Styles accomplished, I think I'm going to make it. However, I have to budget my time wisely tomorrow, and try not to make enemies with my Styles professor. Wait...too late on that one! Oh well.
- posted by L. @ 2:38 AM

 
Huzzah! I survived the semester! Not that all the work is over, by any means...since I still have to go to juries. Blech. And then after juries, is LOTS AND LOTS OF STYLES! Not that I've been to class since last week Thursday. But that's okay. Really.
Tonight is the collegium concert, which hopefully won't be forever and a half, especially since my juries are at 8:48 and 8:54 and then not till 11:42?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Good thing I was planning on camping out in Rodman all day anyway...
- posted by L. @ 1:59 PM

 
Stupid, stupid collegium rehearsals. Yes, let's have Lauren, Stephanie and Beth sit there the whole time to play two pieces. I can think of a million better things to do than sit there for 2 hours.
- posted by L. @ 1:16 PM

 
Sorry blog-fans, but the tic-tac picture had to disappear in order for my blog to get more postings. Oh well. I was a wintergreen tic-tac, for those of you who did not see the beautiful picture. And you can find the tic-tac quiz at quizilla.com!
Paul is my wintergreen tic-tac buddy! Woot!
Anyway, tonight was the big night of seeing A Christmas Carol in Green Bay with the bf and his fam. It was quite the interesting evening. However, I started out the day by skipping my afternoon class. It was wonderful to not go to that class, especially since it's getting useless! Yeah! I spent the afternoon pretending that I was going to get ready, but really I just played Maniac Mansion (haha, who remembers THAT game?) on the computer nintendo thingy. It was SAWEET! After getting to Green Bay, we went to visit some of MY fam (ie the grandparents), which was nice, though I do feel bad that I don't get to see them much anymore. Saaaaad. Oh well, it was fun. Then dinner was, of course, great. Who wouldn't want to eat actual good food??? Yeah, that's what I thought. Let's see, Sodexho (who takes 35 freaking minutes to make a hamburger), or Victoria's (who has fucking good food!)?? Hmmmmmm....
The play was good too! I didn't feel completely depressed the whole time that I was watching the play! Usually A Christmas Carol (except the Muppets, of course) makes me depressed, but not tonight! Yeah!!!
I have to schedule a date with my copy of Muppet Christmas Carol soon, just for the holidays!
- posted by L. @ 11:41 PM

 
Only at Ripon College would I receive an email from a professor that goes something like this.

Dear Symphonic Wind Ensemble members;
There were quite a number of you absent from today's rehearsal. I heard from a number of you who are ill (get well!) or who are experiencing academic and/or personal stresses at the moment. While I understand that, I urge you to be at Wednesday night's rehearsal if you possibly can. Like last week, it will not last much, if any, past 7:30. I just want for us to keep chops in some semblance of shape for one more week, not to mention spend some time with our good colleagues from the group. We'll do some more reading, maybe a little reviewing.

Today we enjoyed (except for a few Scrooges) playing through some old Christmas favorites. It even got some folks to "a happy place."

See you soon,
Professor D.

Yes, I really did get that email tonight. And yes, I did skip out of band tonight too. However, it was for a valid reason, ie, going to the Living Group Presidents meeting. It was a bundle of fun, really.
Back to starting, er, finishing that paper that was due three hours ago....
- posted by L. @ 9:26 PM

 
I have to write a paper before 6:30 tonight, but before I do, I'd just like to complain about the pub.
Joe and Emily may remember the time that we went to Alterra, and before I could get my tropical smoothie, the Alterra workers had to go to the rainforest to get the fruit for it. And Joe, Gwen, and Meredith may remember the time we went to Fazoli's, and before I could get my turkey panini, the Fazoli's workers had to kill the turkey and grow the lettuce, and probably kill the wheat to make the flour for the bread...
However, today the Pub workers had to KILL THE COW TO MAKE MY HAMBURGER! It took forever. Go Sodexho.
- posted by L. @ 3:12 PM

 
Here begins the week from hell! Go figure eh, the week before finals is going to be far more hellish than the actual finals week. Who would have thought?
So, here's what I have to do before next Monday:
*Write a film paper on Lone Star (which I fell asleep during for approximately an hour...whoops)
*Write a film paper on Forrest Gump
*Do the take-home final for film class...not sure when this is due.
*Watch a movie in African history, and do some homework too.
*Do all of my stupid Styles programs (zero down, four to go)
*Do all of my stupid Styles journals (2 down, a million to go)
*Do my stupid Styles take-home final (one question, minimum 7-8 pages! WTF??)
*Give up majority of my Tuesday to go visit my grandparents, go out to dinner, and see A Christmas Carol in Green Bay.
*Learn the recorder for Friday night's Collegium concert OF DOOM
*JURIES ON SATURDAY???????????????????
*Choraliers & Heidel House on Saturday (again..but at least they have cookies and hot chocolate)
*Dinner with the Choraliers to use up our whole budget. Sweet.

So, don't expect me to be very civil until Monday night! :) Till then...
- posted by L. @ 12:34 AM

 
Well. It appears that my blog has a small following. Nevertheless, a small following is what it takes to make it big! I'm sure the Beatles, in their pre-Beatles era (what was it, the Silver Beatles, or Bullets, or whatever, complete with Stu Sutcliffe and Pete Best, never mind this is all useless trivia), had only a small following in Liverpool. So someday my blog will be read internationally! And sorry, if any of my friends who are abroad now are reading this, it doesn't really count as international. But it's the thought that counts.
Anyway.
Tonight is Round Three. You'll have to excuse me, but I really don't give a rat's ass. I have more important things on my mind, for example, homework, homework, homework, and...oh yeah. My relationship. Sorry Delta Psi, but I don't invest 15 months of my time into someone and something only to throw it away like that. So if my mind is elsewhere, that's right. It damn well should be.
- posted by L. @ 5:46 PM

 
If I could do anything right now, I would rewind my life back to junior year of high school, with the knowledge of what would happen in the future, and do things differently. I would not do a single thing the same that I already had. And if for some reason I did end up in this school that I wish I had never gone to, I would have made sure that the things I did leading up to going to college were considerably different. But ideally, I would have never come here in the first place. Because if I hadn't, maybe I wouldn't hurt as much as I do now.
- posted by L. @ 3:21 AM

 
Good lord, I hate Styles class. Now that I'm done with my Beethoven presentation, I really don't see the point in going to class anymore. I like the idea that I'm done with my presentation, but I don't want to sit through useless classes anymore! Rargh!
Anyway, I got a shoutout (sort-of) in Leahann's journal today! Huzzah! For those of you who don't know Leahann, she's my bestest oboist friend from Green Bay! Yeah!! Ahh, so long ago. Anywho...
I decided I'm not going to class next week Tuesday simply because I don't want to. Maybe I can go to Green Bay and get some Christmas shopping done! Yeah! Then again, maybe I can just take the time and chill. Anywho. Yippee!
- posted by L. @ 1:09 PM

 
How could I forget to post the quote from everyone's favorite music department douche bag??

"I almost lit my chair on fire and stabbed through those guys's heads."

Yes folks, that is a direct quote.

Thanks to Liz for passing it along!
- posted by L. @ 9:29 PM

 
I survived my day from hell! Even though I overslept. By about 2 hours. Oh well. The funny thing is, that I bet if I'd actually gone to Rodman when I said I was going to go to Rodman, I wouldn't have accomplished anything anyway. But I went down to the place with the music and stuff at 9:15 (instead of 8:00 - oops), and didn't start working on anything till around 11:15 after rehearsing the damn recorder pieces, making lots of copies from notes in scores and on records, and socializing for about two hours. Then I set to work, and by 12:35, I had the entire symphony analyzed (thanks to the great program notes already written in one of the scores!), and had a three-page handout to give to the class! Go me!!! I still hate the idea of teaching the class, and I had to "teach" for about an hour - ick. But I'm done now, and all I have to face yet for that class is the ever-impending project of doom (aka programs), every single journal from the entire semester, and the final! Hurray! Wait...
Rita and I are planning a powwow in Rodman on Sunday night before the final! Yeah! Just like Theory II...except no Meredith. :(
Anyway, all I have left for today is another group meeting. This time we better not get off track, because I'm tired as hell. And I might miss Rich Girls, which would be very bad.
Oh, one other good thing. Unlike the Choral Union members, I only had to be at the church for 1/2 hour today! Ha! I thumb my nose at you, Joe!
- posted by L. @ 9:15 PM

 
My pet peeve of today is that I hate pretty much everyone in the world.
Seriously, what was the point of having Thanksgiving break when you get to look forward to coming back to a living hell?? In case anyone was possibly pondering why I hope the human race dies off soon...really...
I am so sick of everyone nagging at everyone else. I know I'm just as guilty of it as anyone else, but I'm trying to lay off. Unless people nag me, then really, they deserve to get nagged. Or flipped off. Or getting their head ripped off verbally, depending on whether I'm in a good mood or bad mood. Like if someone misses a class by no fault of their own, doesn't get messages passed along to them, and then someone else gives them jack schitt for help when asked, how it is possibly their fault if they don't know what the assignment is?? I think everyone on this damn campus is stressed out, don't make people feel worse.
I also have a feeling that organizations on campus would run a lot better if people just got over other people's mistakes. If someone forgot something once, and they know that they goofed up, just drop it for christ's sake. Really, what is the use in reminding them constantly that they made a mistake, especially if in the long run it didn't make a hell of a big difference in turnout anyway?? Especially if your organization may possibly be hurting for members, do you really need to have more people fed up with you?
In case anyone has forgotten, let me lay it out for you: WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES!
I am also sick to death of getting notice of things less than 24 hours in advance. Back in the day, when I worked as lesson department bitch in an unnamed location in the North Shore area, the policy was "All Cancellations must be made 24 hours in advance or you are still expected to pay for the lesson." I think the same should be made when you're scheduling people as well! I don't like getting emails at 2:30 to tell me that I have a rehearsal at 5:30. Whether or not the email was sent in the morning, the point is that I may or may not have already scheduled something for that time slot, and I think it's complete bullshit to expect me to drop my already hectic schedule for you, and then nag when I can't make it. And hell, even if I don't have something scheduled at, say, 5:30 tonight, I DO have class until 5:15 AND class at 6:30, with said 6:30 class going until nine-fucking-thirty. Hasn't anyone ever heard of courtesy? I don't care if you meet with other people at 5:30 tonight on a regular basis. In fact, that just makes it easier for you to let someone like ME know, oh, say LAST WEEK, that this was coming up. Hell, even let me know yesterday. Then I could have planned ahead. Now I'll be lucky to eat dinner at all.
Speaking of rehearsals that come up out of nowhere, today I received another email about a rehearsal on Saturday, not to mention Tuesday and Thursday. And this was a reminder. Excuse me? Doesn't a reminder signify that maybe there was something else sent out a long time earlier? For once someone gave out 24 hours notice, but they could have given out notice way longer, since this is not just one stupid rehearsal that I don't want to go to, but THREE. Especially since the rehearsal might just last for like, 5 hours, and I only play 3 pieces. Fuck fuck fuck. Oh yeah, and let's not forget my other commitment for, oh, 2:30 on Saturday...fuck fuck fuck double fuck again.
Oh yeah, and I also hate professors who give bullshit assignments for us to "teach" the class. I'm not a fucking education major, I learned my lesson after School & Society and Ed Psych. Therefore, I don't want to teach. I don't learn anything when my classmates teach me, and I'm sure my classmates don't learn anything when I teach them. No offense to any of us. But we don't have the fucking doctorate, we don't even have our bachelor's degree yet. We're not getting paid to teach the class, we're paying to take the class. Have the common courtesy to actually TEACH the class, so that I don't have to. If I wanted to teach, I'd be an education major. But surprise, I'm NOT! And ever since my brilliant professor decided to stop teaching, I haven't learned ANYTHING. So my A- from the first half of the semester is going to go bye-bye, since I haven't LEARNED ANYTHING SINCE THE MIDTERM! GODDAMN PROFESSORS, YOU'RE GETTING PAID TO TEACH! NOT ME!
So really, what's the point in me trying to teach my entire class Beethoven's 3rd Symphony??? THERE IS NONE! I don't want to teach it, I could care less. Ooh boy, Beethoven was one of the greatest composers ever, I DON'T CARE. As for when I'm going to put together this half hour presentation, I'm not sure, since my entire day is fucking booked now, and so is my entire day tomorrow. Not that it matters, because the stupid presentation is tomorrow afternoon. Guess who's going to get up early tomorrow? Oh yeah, that's right, me, just to make my day from hell a little bit longer, yeah, go ahead. I'll only have shit to do from 8am until 9:30 (OR LATER) at night. Great.
Another thing that has really been bugging me lately (I know, I really should say what I really mean), is people who all of the sudden have a girlfriend. And they're fucking whipped. Like, seriously, badly, pathetically whipped. However, when I want to spend time with my significant other, this same pathetically whipped person is like "blah blah blah, I never get to spend time with your signifcant other anymore because you're always around." My response to them: FUCK YOU. You're never fucking around anymore, but apparently I'm not supposed to be either. Guess what. YOU'RE NOT FUCKING FUNNY! It's not my fault that you have to go running elsewhere at the drop of a hat. I'm busy enough as it is, at the end of the day your best bet is to leave me the fuck alone.
I do have one positive thing to say. Brianna was a huge influence to me! I thought maybe staying at this school would be worth it so that I could get out of undergrad school within four years, but hell! Brianna transferred from Edgewood and has four more years left at UW-Madison, despite the two she already put in at Edgewood, so FUCK IT! I'm outta here! After this upcoming semester, that is, maybe. Then again, UW-Milwaukee applications aren't due for 15 more days, and I don't have to have completely everything in until December 30! Shit! Milwaukee is sounding better and better as every second passes.
I don't care what you think about this posting, but everyone should just get their heads out of their asses and start thinking about the people around them. EVERYONE HERE IS STRESSED OUT! Don't make someone's work load more than they can handle unless it's impossible for you if they don't!
So what did we learn today kids?
If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
The 24-hour rule is always a good thing to live by, unless you're dying, or someone in your immediate family is dying, or some other good excuse like that.
WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES! Acknowledge your own, and stop nagging at others because of theirs.
- posted by L. @ 3:00 PM