A Back-Road Highway To Vacation

Y'know, this may be the first time I've been home and not had this town depress me. Maybe I'm growing.
Yes, I'm back in the Alph again, but only for a bit--tomorrow, of course, is the Bain show at Vinyl so I'll be heading out to Atlanta tomorrow afternoon. Tonight, however, I took the opportunity to see Win A Date With Tad Hamilton with Sara Beverly. I have to say, I've secretly and not-so-secretly wanted to see this movie ever since they started running the previews, but I never expected it to be any good. Which is a good thing, because it wasn't. Ashleigh was right about Kate Bosworth's character's utter unlikability, and even though I fell in love with Topher Grace's character, it didn't make up for the fact that the movie was written by a mildly retarded fourth grader. Overall though, not bad for what it was.
I'm going backwards I suppose. Wasn't last night a concert somewhere? Some guy...Bain Mattox, I think his name was? Yeah, so that was fun. We met at the Taco Stand before the show (green burritos--whaaa?) and I dragged (drug?) Nick and David Maddox along with me, and as far as I know, they enjoyed it. I also think they know if they told me they thought it sucked, that I'd beat them up, so who can really tell? Well I thought it was a good show. Halfway through "Green," they broke out into a cover of Everclear's "Santa Monica," which was unexpected and very cool. They never do covers. I was pleased.
Afterwards David and I talked to Bain and told him that since David is starting a band, they should tour together and should call themselves "The Maddoxes" (or "The Mattoxes," whichever). There was also discussion as to the fact that either David or Bain should (well, shouldn't, but could) have a kid and name him Math*. Yeah, that one took me awhile. What can I say, the cold makes me dumber.
And now my lack of sleep is catching up to me once again, so I'm going to go work on that. More tomorrow.

*Get it? Math Maddox? Ha!

Filler

I'm giving up on you guys for now. I put the answers up for the Lyrics Game two posts down. And do I have anything to say right now? Sure I do. But I won't. Expect something soon about tomorrow night's Bain Mattox show at Tasty World. Speaking of which, if you're an Athenian and are interested (which you should be), go! It's $5, Bain's on at midnight. The Stand Ins and Carey Hudson are also playing. Be there or be square.

No Classes!

My favorite kind.
My sincere apologies go out to all of you attending school in normal parts of the country, where they don't close down colleges because it's a little bit chilly. It's about 28 degrees here, by the way. Suck on that, Boston. It's four times warmer here than it is there and you guys still have school, but do we? What's that? Oh, right. We don't. I almost forgot.

The Lyrics Game

For lack of anything else to write (that is to say, anything else that's suitable for public consumption).

1. "At the heart, the heart is you in everything I do."
--The Get-Up Kids, "Don't Hate Me"

2. "The bottom line is laying in the bed that we've been playing in tonight."
--John Mayer, "Love Soon"

3. "And you're the starlight that shines for a moment in time."
--Better Than Ezra, "Briefly"

4. "And please if you get a minute, enjoy this lonely sky with me. It'll swallow us whole if we only let it."
--Saves The Day, "Sell My Old Clothes, I'm Off To Heaven"

5. "Appreciate the good times, but don't take the worst for granted, 'cause you only get so many second chances."
--The Ataris, "Eight Of Nine"

6. "Tell it like you still believe that the end of the century brings a change for you and for me."
--Damien Rice, "Amie"

7. "I'm gonna overcome this paper heart and win this time, and all along, I should've known that this wasn't your dream, it was mine."
--Yellowcard, "Firewater"

8. "I believe in love, but it don't believe in me."
--Old 97's, "Rollerskate Skinny"

9. "Some things you don't need until they leave you, then they're the things that you miss."
--Matchbox Twenty, "Bright Lights"

10. "Am I good enough? Am I delicate? Do I ask too much of love?"
--Bain Mattox, "Delicate"

You guys should be able to handle those, eh? And for now, this'll have to serve as an update, because, well, what else am I supposed to say?

Vaguely Honest

Seriously, how fucking old do you have to be? There are some things in this world that I will never understand, and if any one of you would care to explain those things to me, I would greatly appreciate it.
Ah, it all just makes me want to go to sleep.

The Heartland Vote

Kerry won Iowa?
Whaaaa?
I mean, I know I've been out of it these past few days, but...what did I miss?

On a slightly related note, I would just like to request that if you aren't registered to vote, that you scroll down to the nice little convenient link in my sidebar labeled "Register To Vote" (aren't I clever) and fix it before I hunt you down. Thanks!

The Handlebar

Pictures from last night's Bain show, if you're interested.

Greenville Or Bust

Making the best of a shitty situation just plain sucks. But you know what? I'm going on a roadtrip with my friends in a couple of hours, and there are certain things that I just need to let roll right off me.
It's not me; it's you.

Happy Birthday, Laura!

Accounting For Taste

Is anybody with me on the fact that those little matching sweatsuit outfits, be they velour or other material, are the worst thing to happen to fashion in years? I can hardly look at them without my gag reflex kicking in.
So, of course, they're everywhere.

That May Be All I Need

Man. I could listen to Maroon 5 all day long. At least, all today long.
I made a mix today specifically designed to listen to in my newish discman so as to block out the sounds of Jessica's soap operas and innumerable MTV shows, but the player won't play it. It's crazy. Crazy damn Sony.
To continue in that vein for just a moment more, I'm now listening to At Your Funeral by Saves The Day and suddenly remembering that just because a song was grossly overplayed doesn't mean it's a bad song. Not at all.
The past couple of days have been good. Of course, there've been a couple of bad spots, in which several of you probably listened to me and rolled your eyes repeatedly, but other than that it's been good. Classes are good, I've been running into friends everywhere I go on campus (which never happens on a campus this huge), making friends with boys at bus-stops, and actually doing all my homework for the first time, I think, since sophomore year of high school. Impressive, no? (No, right?)
Tomorrow I'm going to an open meeting about UGAzine, a magazine put out a handful of times a year that I should likely get involved in if I want to major in magazines. I figure I'll check it out, anyway. I've never even looked at the magazine itself so I have no idea if working on it is the type of thing I'll be interested in, but we shall see, we shall see.
And then Saturday, of course, it's back to South Carolina for us! Not Charleston this time (unfortunately), but we'll be moseying on up to Greenville for a Bain show. According to my lovely friends over at MapQuest, Greenville is only 2 hours and 28 minutes from Georgia State (our point of departure, of course) as opposed to the 697,219,354 hours and 48 minutes that Charleston is, so I think we'll make it back without [much] fear of death. Here's to roadtripping!

Pollack's Coming Back!

Yay!

Dropping In & Out

Yeah, so I dropped that Economics class like a hot potato. (Or a hot anything, really. I don't discriminate.) I picked up a different class that doesn't start at 6:30 PM with a different professor who doesn't teach on a forced curve. So yeah, my killer MWF schedule isn't quite so great anymore, but it's nothing life-threatening to have to wake up early.
The anxiousness hasn't gone anywhere. We'll see where this leads. I can think of a few reasons why.
Now, in a half hour or so, I'm going to see Big Fish with Lindsey. I figured, who better to see a Ewan McGregor movie with than a fellow Ewan McGregor fan? So were going. I'm psyched. And very sleepy, so it'll probably just be another early night for me. Lame, I know. Accept it.
And that's it. G'bye, kids.

Spring Semester 2004

Why do I feel so damn anxious all the time? Well, right now, I'm feeling relatively relaxed, but all week I've just been one big ball of nerves, and I'm getting tired of it.
Not much is new over here in the good old Brumbs. Except classes, that is. You don't want me to talk about those for a little bit...do you? You do, you say? Hmm. Well then I shall.

Honors Sociology: Appears to be interesting, but is at eight in the morning. Laura Thornsberry from high school is in my class. I'm not too worried about it, because it seems like it will be fairly easy, although the attendance policy is basically this: Come Every Day. No free absences, no nothing. Eh well.

Philosophy--Logic & Critical Thinking: Haven't been yet. It's a Monday/Wednesday class, for some reason.

Drama--Basics Of Acting: Seems like a good class! A guy I met in Lit last semester is taking it with me, and Amanda Wartner from Milton is also in it, as is a girl from my floor, so in addition to seeming interesting, I know people! It's taught by a grad student who seems like a pretty cool guy, and we're going to be reading and doing scenes from Cat On A Hot Tin Roof by Tennessee Williams, Curse Of The Starving Class by Sam Shepard, and Lu Ann Hampton Laverty Oberlander by Preston Jones.

Italian: Is going to drive me crazy! I loved Italian last semester--the class was great, the professor was great, and it was super easy. This new professor told us that she's going to do her best to assign at least an hour of homework per night, and that we'll be doing quite a bit more work than we did last semester. Hmm. Additionally, Brittany Morley is in this class with me. I'll bet you can guess my thoughts on that. If not, then they can be summed up in this sentence: "Mrs. Burrell? What's ecology?"

Macroeconomics: If you want to make me really mad, just tell me what a "forced curve" is, and then tell me that I'm in a class that operates on a forced curve. For those of you who don't know what it means (like I didn't), it means that the class averse in Econ will be a C. Whatever grades we actually get will be adjusted so that most of the class has C's. If we all earned 95's, we would all actually receive 75's. Crazy, huh? So that, and the class is from 6:30 to 7:45 at night, and you get a big mess. I'm going to stay in it because the tests and quizzes are all true/false and multiple choice. True/False!

And that's it. In a bit I'm going to meet Michelle to go buy books, and then I have no plans for the rest of the day, so...we'll see about that.

Back To School

So I'm back in the ATH, finally, after a long and grueling day of unloading and unpacking and grocery shopping. But now I'm all unloaded, all unpacked, and all shopped, and can finally just sit in my room watching Friends. Funny how the things that are tediously boring at home are considerably more interesting while in Athens. Now I just have to sit back and wait until everything gets back to normal here, which'll be nice. As eager as I was for break to be over, I did get used to all the sleeping-til-noon and stuff, and I'll have to reaquaint myself with mornings and college life.
And I'm tired...so tired. I could go to sleep right now and not wake up til tomorrow afternoon, but Ashleigh is coming to visit in an hour or two and I have to be awake for that! So tomorrow will be fun, though we have no definite plans and may wind up just eating all day (us, eat for entertainment? Never...).
On another note, the episode of Friends that's on is the one where Ross and Rachel get married and have to get an annulment, which may be just the next episode in the order TBS is playing them, but I like to think it's a funny little response to the Britney Spears debacle that's been all over the news of late (since, you know, there's no real news to report, clearly). Ah, that clever Ted Turner. He's wily.

I've Got No Strings

So we've gotten with the program, so to speak, and gone wireless. It was a Christmas present for the whole family disguised as a Christmas present for me (in a box marked "To: Amy From: Santa," no less), but it's worth it to be able to sit up in my room, on the internet, watching SNL, without being poked and prodded by my parents. I could potentially not leave my room until time to go back to Athens, although that sounds a bit extreme. Maybe I'll leave every once in a while to get food.
Damn. I feel like Pinnochio when he got rid of the strings, only I had wires instead of strings, and technically I still have wires, just not ones connecting me to the internet. Eh, well. Any excuse to feel like I'm in a Disney movie, I guess.

Pigskin And Bruises

Now that was a stressful game. Granted, it was boring, we didn't play well, and the outcome was all but completely irrelevant, but I was still holding my breath in the last fourth down in overtime. We won, by the way, beating Purdue 34-27. And this was Billy's last game! Oh, how all us girls will miss him. Lindsey and I already said, if he goes to the NFL, we're totally following his team. We'll move to wherever they're based, if necessary. It'll be good.
PS Drew, Billy's favorite band is Wilco. You guys should be friends.