Take Me Out

So I played softball tonight for the first time since last spring's rec league debacle. It was fun! My RA, Jolee, needed somebody to play on her co-ed intramural team, and I'd brought up my glove over spring break, so I volunteered, making sure she was fully aware of how awful I am. Our team was the King Crabs and we lost badly but it wasn't entirely our fault. The other team's guys were really good and their girls were really butch. Gone are the days of having only a couple of really good players on the team, and having the rest be chubby girls who get winded after running from home to first. I didn't even do so terribly today. There was a moment, however, when I stopped a grounder I knew I couldn't catch with my legs (I was playing left field), and then all of a sudden I had no idea where the ball was. It had just disappeared! I was jumping around shouting, "Where the shit is it?!" and of course, it was about a foot behind me. Yeah, the other team definitely scored there. But hey, I never struck out! I'm learning.
After I got back to the dorm, the roomie and I ordered pizza and Cinnastix for dinner, because I'd eaten lunch at around four, and we're both always up for some Cinnastick action. Yum. Oh yum. We order Cinnastix all the time--every time I get back in the middle of the night on the weekends, drunk or sober, we're all about the Cinnastix. We're starting a box collection, because you have to take the pizza boxes down to the dumpster, as they'll clog the trash chute. Right now we're at two pizza boxes and five Cinnastix boxes, and that's only after two and a half weeks! Just you wait until the semester's end. It'll be a lovely little tower.
Agh. Tired. 8 o'clock tomorrow. G'night.

Pipe Dreams

It's so ridiculously unlikely that I feel silly even mentioning it, but...if any of you fine people would be remotely interested in a late-May roadtrip out to California for the only Butch Walker tourdates that have been scheduled yet, let me know. And yes, I am considering driving for thirty four hours and eleven minutes to see a musician who lives in Atlanta. Let the incredulity begin.

Oh, and on another note, it's looking like my Bain Mattox article is definitely going to be published in UGAzine. So that's cool, right? Won't be 'til August, but cool nonetheless.

Human Error

Speaking of freakishly tiny heads, you guys would tell me if I had one, right? It's just, there's this big full-length mirror in my drama classroom, and I was standing on the opposite side of the room from it waiting for my cue, and just staring at my reflection (usually I avoid looking in mirrors--they're terrible for self-esteem, I think) and I really think that my head is disproportionate to my body. It's like--enormous body, tiny head. Maybe I'm off base here, or maybe it was really a funhouse mirror and I just didn't realize, but I'm not liking that I've been looking in mirrors for eighteen years now and have only just realized that my head is too small for my body. If I just noticed this flaw, what else have I been missing? Do I have a third ear growing out of the back of my head, too? C'mon, guys, you can tell me.
Additionally: Bain Mattox tonight at Tasty World with New August and Cloud Cover. $5, Bain's on at 11:30ish. I'll expect to see you there. I'll be the one with the really tiny head.

Something No Different

I'm so unmotivated to write blogs these days--to do anything, really. It's no good, since there's quite a bit of school left, including about four hundred thousand tests. Every night, though, it's like I can't bring myself to do any schoolwork at all. I just sit around and wonder where the time goes.
In a fashion I'm completely not familiar with, I'm finding that my weekends are pretty well booked up for the rest of the semester. Parties, other parties, concerts, et cetera...there's something every weekend from now until after finals are over, I believe. This is good, except when I've already agreed to go to one thing and something more fun comes up. That's no fun.
Right now all I want to do is go to sleep, or continue rereading Fight Club, or watch Moulin Rouge, or read the Entertainment Weekly that came in the mail today, but instead I'll go cram a bit of useless knowledge of Sociology into my brain for Thursday's test. Oh yes, college is fun.
Lastly, I'd just like to say that avoidance is no good at all. That's why I'm glad to be done with it, for now. Sometimes confrontation is the way to go, even if it's not something I can do myself.

I Want To Love You Madly

Today is a Cake sort of day. I officially declare it Cakeday. Really, can't you feel it? It's just a Cake sort of day. And everybody likes Cake. At least, most everybody does. So I think you should go bust out your favorite Cake CD (my personal selection being "Prolonging The Magic," but we can agree to disagree if you so choose) and listen to it all day long. Trust me; if you don't feel it now, you will.

"I don't want to hold back
I don't want to slip down
I don't want to think back to the one thing that I know I should have done
I don't want to doubt you
Know everything about you
I don't want to sit across the table from you wishing I could run."

Dusk And Dawn

Do you ever just feel kind of lost?
I hate that Alpharetta has the power to make me feel so damn emotional all the time. I've been watching old episodes of Sex & The City (as we don't get HBO here at home, I've been renting the old seasons to catch up) and they've just made me so sad, in that good way that only good media can do, because it makes you think about your own life. Carrie's incessant puns may grate on the nerves, but there's something to be said about her insight.
I'm eager to get back to Athens. Classes aren't going very well, and I'll have a mountain of neglected schoolwork to greet me, but socially I'm a lot happier there than I am here in Alpharetta. I really don't know how this summer's going to go, if even a week here makes me feel the way it does. It's just, everything's so temporary and I feel so bogged down by it. But for now, I'll return to Athens, slip into my old routine, and hope for the best where everything else is concerned. Cross my fingers and hope something works out like it should. Something must, eventually.

Destiny's Calling

Not that, y'know, I think these things have any merit or anything, but I just took Emode's Celebrity Soulmate Test, and evidently, my celebrity soulmate is one Mr. Ewan McGregor. Fate? I think it just might be.
Ewan? I'm available. Call me.

Like I Never Even Left

Whew. Back from Atlanta, meaning back in Alpharetta, of course. Since I don't want to do a full recap of the past few days, and I sure as hell know you don't want to read it, I'll just touch on a few highlights:

Highlights Of Four Days Of Living In The ATL:

Watching lots and lots of Family Guy, Sex & The City, and Friends. Whoever invented putting TV shows on DVD was a freaking genius.

Trivia-ing all over town.

Pennington's illegal activities. I'm so proud of my lil' criminal!

The vodka that just made us eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat.

Drunk Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture DVD edition.

Shopping at Lenox and in Little 5.

Yelling at boys out the window.

"What are we blending?!"

Mmm...noodles.

Good trip. Short trip, but good trip. And as of mid-afternoon today, it's been back to the Alph (the 'retta, as Laura put it earlier) for a break full of boredom. Or maybe not. We'll see what it ends up being full of.
Dentist appointment at the crack of dawn tomorrow (yeah, this is looking reeeaaaal good for a fun Spring Break) but then, who knows. Call me, kids-who-are-in-town! I want to see you.

Here Is Gone

Sara and I ate our weight in chocolate-chip pancakes last night. And as much fun as I had with everyone seeing Starsky & Hutch, I had even more fun stuffing my face with chocolate-chip pancakes at 3 in the morning with Ms. Beverly. I mean, c'mon, what could be more fun?
This morning (I say "this morning," but I actually mean "this afternoon around 4 PM," because while at home I have no concept of time) I went out to run errands and everything felt great until the memories started to hit me. You know how that is, when you're driving around Alpharetta and everywhere you look, it's like you're choking on nostalgia. I kept driving for awhile but the combonation of the memories with the nostalgic music I'd incidentally put in (John Mayer, among other things, and a couple of mixes that remind me of summers past) was getting to me, so I just finished my errands and went home. Before that, though, I drove past the Alpharetta Library and it occurred to me that--wait for it--it's the first Saturday of the month! And you know what that means...used book sale! I was pretty excited until I realized that it was already almost five o'clock and they were taking down the signs and all the good books would be gone and that it wouldn't be nearly the same without Ashleigh with me and without buying Physics books to personally deliver to Danny Boy's door, so I just turned around in the parking lot and left.
It doesn't take much time in Alpharetta to make me really want to get back to Athens. This place is just so damn boring. Lucky me, tomorrow it's off to Atlanta for a few days in the "big city." Watch out, ATL. I'm on my way, and I'm bringing brownies.

Horror Show

I woke up this morning (late, I might add, missing Sociology because 8 o'clock classes are the devil) to the shrieks of my roommate. Was she being killed, you ask? Was there somebody else in the room? A murderer or a rapist?
Worse.
There was a cockroach in our room.
Now if you know me at all, you know how much I hate bugs of all sorts (thank God it wasn't a spider or I would seriously not have gotten off my loft for the rest of the semester). You don't know my roommate, but she shares my hatred. So the two of us waking up to a cockroach is maybe not the best idea. So we just stared at it and exchanged "Kill it! No, you kill it!"s for a few minutes until suddenly--it moved. We screamed and called Nicole, who lives down the hall. Nicole to the rescue, right? She's not afraid of bugs, so she can just take care of this one, right? Not exactly. She managed to spray it a few times with my trusty Raid can, but when it refused to die and started darting around the room, she joined in our screaming and ran down the hall and refused to come back. Eventually Jolee, our RA, comes down to see what all the commotion is, and we make her get rid of it, which she does, but only after several minutes of staring it down and hoping it was dead.
It was quite the eventful morning. And this, I think, is proof positive that all-girls' dorms should be abolished. If we lived in Russell, we could have just walked down the hall, found a boy, and made him kill it. There are some things boys just need to be kept around for, and bug-killing is at the top of the list.

Edited To Add: It's eighty fucking degrees outside and the heat is on in my dorm. It's warmer in Brumby than it is outside Brumby. Reason # 847 that Brumby is, indeed, hell.