Thursday, October 28, 2004

Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow

I'm coming home this weekend. I was told I have to stay an extra day as opposed to the expected Friday to Saturday, because my grandparents are coming for dinner Saturday night. That same night, there's a Halloween marching band party that I wanted to go to with Randy. It's not that I don't want to see my grandparents -- in fact, they're one of the reasons I can attend SU, and I'm forever indebted to them and love them to death, it's just...oh well. There will be other parties. Perhaps even tonight, on Thirsty Thursday...
I'm about halfway packed for my journey home. Sure, I only live an hour away from home, but I still require a little bit of preparation before heading out.
Today was actually a lot less stressful than I had originally thought it would be. I finished my story for the DO about chancellor Cantor's inauguration on Nov. 5th a lot earlier than I thought I would. I had expected to still be working on it by now. Luckily for me, I was extra ambitious this time and talked to sources yesterday as well as today. Reading All the President's Men kind of helps me get into that journalistic mood, too.
I had an oral midterm for German today. I got an A-. I'm sure I probably could have done better answering the questions, but I was pretty happy with the fluidity with which I spoke. It had been awhile since I last actually carried on a conversation in German.
Today was chinese day at the dining hall. I always get excited when it's chinese day. ;-P I've been drinking a lot more cappucino lately, if you can call that french vanilla stuff they have cappucino. I'll have to go to Starbucks and use my gift certificates I got from COM 100 to see what "real" cappucino's like. Randy and I used part of one of the gift certificates last Saturday when we went to Starbucks together. Maybe someday I'll learn to enjoy coffee -- though I doubt it.
I moved my room around -- now my bed's up against window and my desk is where the bed used to be. Randy helped me. I should actually say that he moved my room around, and I helped. It actually looks a lot nicer, though I kind of miss the way it used to be. I'll get used to it. I never was one to adapt quickly or well to change.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

A threefold Utopian dream

Welllll I'm back by popular demand.
I've been thinking about it lately, and I've decided I should add some sort of disclaimer with the picture in the previous entry. IT WAS A JOKE. By no means am I that...promiscuous. 'Nuff said.
I interrupted my reading for COM (about Jayson Blair -- it's a bunch of copied articles from various news media basically saying the same thing about the incident) to go see the SUMB (that is, the Syracuse University Marching Band -- everything around here is abbreviated like that) play at the NYS Field Band Competition, which has been going on all day today. I got to see some of the competing high school bands before them. They're so amazing. It brought back memories of when I marched with the Mohawk Marching Mohicans 5 years ago today. Good times. That's what really got me in with my friends at Mohawk in the first place, I think.
I'm going home next weekend, mainly because I need a haircut and to go to WalMart to buy underwear and socks and whatnot. It's also a good time to see my family and stuff. It sucks though, because I can't even sleep on my own bed. Hopefully I'll be able to get back in time for this Halloween party that the marching band is supposedly putting on, that I'm hoping Randy can get me into, if he doesn't mind having me along. ;-P
I had an awesome night last night. I basically spent the day with Randy and met a bunch of his trumpet playing friends from SUMB. We all hung out on Law 2 and played pool -- I won the 9-ball tournament. ;-D Then we went to Kimmel for some eats and hung out. Good times. Definitely good times. It reminded me a lot of hanging out with my friends back home, only these guys are...different, somehow. Maybe it's just because it's college. Who knows.
Randy and I are thinking of doing a duet together on trumpet and piano just for fun. Hopefully John can get us into Crouse...
I suggest that everyone get the new Straylight Run album, which came out on the 12th. I finally got my (promo) copy yesterday. The rerecorded original demos from their website sounded a little disappointing -- I thought the original ones had so much more emotion behind them (the new ones came off to me as being a bit...bland) -- but overall it's a great album by a band I've been a fan of ever since they started. If you like emo, you'll like (and probably already know of) this band. Even if you don't like emo, you'll like this band. I'm not a fan of emo myself, so I wouldn't call them an "emo" band -- more indie.
At any rate, I have to get back to my reading if I want to have this done for COM tomorrow. Ah, college, where distraction abounds.

To see you when I wake up is a gift
I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a threefold Utopian dream.

You do something to me
That I can't explain.
So would I be out of line
If I said, "I miss you"?

I see your picture, I smell your skin
On the empty pillow next to mine...

But I need you to know
That I care and I miss you.

- Incubus, "I Miss You"

(The acoustic version is adorable.)

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Beauty in the breakdown

I love Gimpy!

Wow, I love Tim. Look at what he made for me in Photoshop! I made up the rules myself, though, of course.
I figured that, since it's late and I don't have class tomorrow until 11:45, that it would be a good time, now that I'm not really doing anything, to write an entry.
Turns out, due to some sort of circumstances beyond his control, Eric can't come see me. Oh well. It shall happen someday!
I've been spending more and more of my time in Boland. I know why this is, too...I've become quite close to Randy lately. His floor's awesome.
It's official: I'm a staff writer! Article number 6 should be out tomorrow. Maybe I'll take an entry to post all my articles thus far. I'm sure you're just dying to read them...
Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile...
- Simon and Garfunkel, The Only Living Boy in New York"

I guess I had less to tell than I'd previously thought. Good night, everyone.

Friday, October 01, 2004

I've got nothing to do today but smile

First off, I suggest that all you people who think you have good taste in music go here:

I actually e-mailed the guy. We've been having a nice little e-mail conversation. He's quite the jokester.
In other news...The weather's getting colder. I kind of welcome it, but I've been realizing lately that I need to go shopping for more fall clothing. My wardrobe seems to be getting smaller every day, for some reason.
My third article for the DO has been published. It's odd, because the editors at the office always confuse me for a staff writer. Oh well. Maybe that says something. Three down, two to go.
Mike and I haven't been talking as much as I'd like. I mean, we're friendly and all, but I get the feeling that it's the kind of friendly you get from people you're only acquainted with and happen to see every day, and that's really all the interaction you have with each other. It's kind of depressing.
Tomorrow my parents are coming for Parents Weekend. I'm hoping to see the SU game against Rutgers too. I think my parents mainly want to watch the game because of the marching band, and the fact that Randy's in it. They seem to think that we're going out or something. I don't know, they just seem interested. Maybe someday we will.
Speaking of SU game...Eric and I are planning on meeting at last on the 30th, when he comes with a few friends to see the SU home game against Cincinatti (in which, I guarantee, the Orange will be sent to the slaughterhouse). We've known each other for almost a year now. He'll be pretty much the first person I've ever met in real life who I met online first. I'm extremely excited.
I almost wish I had studying to do, just to pass the time. I have no idea as of yet what I'm going to do tonight. With Parents Weekend in full swing, I don't know who's available to go out.