"It's peanut butter jelly time!"

Of course Thanksgiving beak went by in a flash...and I had an extra day and everything! Whatever...it just means that christmas break will be here soon. 5 more classes, 4 more assignments, 12 days until I am done with classes, and 21 days until I go home to Georgia. Then one semester left...the end is so in sight.

A bunch of stuff has happened lately, and luckily I have had time to think things through.

But what happened during break? Hmmm...purchase of the Martha Stewart Baking Handbook, too much driving to Illinois and Indianapolis, a great talk with my aunt who lives in California (the one I don't see much), a practical job offer, a proposition at a gas station in Martinsville (and I called him a rogue...ew), pictures on campus, trying to be a "model", Harry Potter, Family Guy, tibetan food, and sunday brunch. Overall, good times. Tomorrow it's back to work and school...I can see the stress level rising now.

I have decided not to label people as "idols", or "rolemodels" anymore. I mean, they're human, so there's no point...mistakes are bound to happen. Plus if they're not idolized, then I won't be disappointed when weird things happen. Admiration is a great thing...I'll stick with it, rather than promoting them to the "rolemodel" level.

I also need a new hobby...does anybody have any ideas?

Oh and if you saw last week's Family Guy and were greatly confused by Brian's dressing up as a banana and singing some song about peanut butter and jelly, this should clear things up...thanks to Erik.

A Dream Worthy of Posting...

I was happy to find out that I don't have to go to Northview this week...I thought I had to go tonight, but Jon V. and Jim are in town, so I didn't! I decided to supplement some of my time with a nap...I dream a lot, and most of them I remember. This one is too weird to not share.

At some point toward the end of the dream, I turned into Harry Potter (I've been re-reading the books and obsessing over the movie). Hermione, Ron, and all of the Order, Deatheaters, and professors were around (I guess you have to know the books to really follow me). For some reason we were having a baseball tournament. By baseball, I simply mean a pitcher and a batter. No outfield or first, second, third base...basically just hitting the ball (which was a blue tennis ball, by the way).

So I am Harry Potter and it's raining and dark outside, and I am set to bat with Voldemort as the pitcher. Why he has been invited to this, I have no clue. Mad-Eye Moody and Hermione come up separately to give me bats (which are wusthoff, sankoutu knives-my knife of choice...in cooking). I am Harry, and stubbborn, thinking that I can take on Voldemort with my wand...I don't need a knife to do the work. Voldemort finally shows up, but he isn't the snake-like messed up non humanish existence, he's my FAVORITE tech from Crown 2002 (nobody from crown 2002 reads this, so more confusion...), Andria, who is a girl. I adored her, so why she is Voldemort, I have no clue. She is accompanied by some trendy high school girl wearning knee socks and talking on a cell phone (Peter Pettrigrew???).

So I am batting with a knife...she throws the ball and I catch it in the inside of my elbow and somehow hurl it out to make it look like I hit it. I scream to my audience, who is the Order, to save me, and I get no response. Andria goes crazy and lunges after me. I am confused because my audience is frozen about 20 feet away from me. I manage to pin down Andria/Voldemort...her eyes start bulging and she's blaming the frozen audience and his lack of power on me, because that's where all of it has been transfered. By that time I am being strangled and I freak out and wake up.

Interpret THAT dream!

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Class discussion was interesting to say the least yesterday in my Information for the Humanities class. Yay for the performing arts.

Oh, and it snowed for the first time this school year yesterday...yay? Yes, yay, as long as I'm not driving.

Filling the empty place...

Every time I drive back up to Indiana my demeanor sort of sinks. Part of my heart is still in Georgia. It's not Georgia itself, but I pine for something I once had, but no longer experience. Some sort of unconditional love...a cuddle buddy...a friend...a fighter. I miss my damn dog. I have always been, and always will be a dog person. I got to see my dog a lot in college, since I lived only an hour away from home. My longest period away from him were the two summers I marched corps. My senior year I taught at my high school, so I was able to see him multiple times each week. Now it's been 3 months and I miss him. He just turned 13 and has always been "crotchety"...he bit Lauren, him and Adrian have always been enemies, every boy that comes into the house is under his close watch. But I love him, and miss him greatly. A dog would not have been the smartest choice for me in grad school...especially since I drive a lot and go periods of time away from the apartment. But I have made the decision to buy a dog as soon as I move to my new place, wherever I will live, after graduation. I think I am ready for the responsibility, and it will fill the gap that has been missing in my heart ever since I moved up here.

So on to some normal stuff. I spent a lot of time in the bathroom today...praying that I didn't die in a horrific tornado. Two major tornado warnings and scary sirens. Why don't I know where my apartment's storm shelters are located? Of course I am on the third floor too, so the only option was the bathroom. It would suck to have my last life vision to be a flying toilet.

Yesterday was really weird on far too many levels which I will not discuss. I went to Northview and ended up running rehearsal by myself. I haven't run a dance class in two years. I definitely enjoy the technician existence. The kids were at least in semi-good spirits last night.

School has been fine...only 9 classes left...3 major projects, none of which I have started :).

Who is excited for Harry Potter?!?! I have to wait a freaking week and day after it is released because I told Philip I would see it with him. The Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe comes out December 9th (I am equally excited). I can't believe I haven't seen a movie in the theater since summer 2004. Yes, I have problems.

Something to leave you with...a quote by Honoré de Balzac :
"If she had been happy she would have been enchanting; for happiness makes women's poetry, and style and fashion are just the powder on their skins"
This is saved for a later dissertaion dealing with men :).

"...there is a feeling that you should just go home and spend a lifetime finding out just what that is..." -Jump Little Children

I amaze myself every Wednesday. I mean, it could be worse. But class, then work, then class (12 hour day)...on twoish hours of sleep isn't great. I always get great anxiety for presentations. If I have notes, I am perfectly fine. There was only one incident last year where I sucked when giving a presentation where I wasn't allowed to use notes. I was fine today, but I still dreamt about it and had to wake up constantly to assure myself that I was prepared. Things went well for presenting my database, minus the forgetting to search in OneSearch, but it proved to be the crack addict that all federated search engines are anyways, so it didn't matter. I can't promise that it was A material, but I am happy to be done.

This past week and a half has been interesting. One great thing to have come out of my absence from blogging has been hanging out with new friends. Too bad the majority of them are graduating in December...but oh well, if I can't become an adult, at least I can admire people who are taking the plunge. I have actually been "out" two weekends in a row, which is quite surprising. This weekend, Susan, Mary, Kate, and I might all go see Andrew sing, which would be really cool. I'm really going to miss this place come May when I have to leave.

I'm still amazed that I haven't driven home to Georgia yet. Even though the best friends and I keep in touch almost regularly (especially Adrian), I haven't felt the need to be there. It has been ultimately nice to start over. I don't have to dwell on color guard or drum corps, or how people have changed (or is it me?) and how I view them in a complete opposite light than I did as little as six months ago, or even have to wonder what it would be like somewhere else. I do regret missing out on seeing my nephew grow up (yay digital cameras), and not being there to deal with illness of a close one.

My level of "slacker-ness" has reached new heights. I have finished the majority of work, minus final projects and such. Lokman cancelled our Dialog midterm...and angel sent from Heaven that man is. So now I can relax a bit and try to concentrate on things. I also set my work schedule at the library for next semester to coincide with my class days.

I really didn't mean to write about the fundamental fuddy-duddy stuff about my life. I do want to discuss my notion of "home" at some point, which was where I was originally attempting to aim. I have given up all hopes of this being some intellectual opinionated blog, so deal with my stupidity!