Happy Halloween

I'm such a proud aunt!!!

Actions have consequences...first rule of life. And the second rule is this - you are the only one responsible for your own actions. -Holly Lisle

Wow Wow Wow. Friday was a wonderful day...I know, that never happens. I wake up and check my e-mail only to find out that my cataloging class was cancelled, which was great, but I still had to go to work. I had to pull pre-1821 books from the fourth floor, which sucks because they're all dusty and nasty. But I got to listen to my ipod and had a nice chance encounter. I finally got my pathfinder back, in which I was extremely pleased. I think that is it for the day, but it was enough to keep me happy.

Saturday had its ups and downs...I worked on an essay all day, which sucks. Georgia lost to Florida, which sucks. Susan's lasagna was a success, as was the rest of the food (I made diva cupcakes). Then four of us decided to go out. Susan was a devil trying to be an angel. Her boyfriend, Erik, was Magnum PI (mustache and everything), Jackie was a cowgirl, and I was a naughty business girl. Kristina and Chris came and met us, so our group grew. We had a lot of fun, but I was definitely reminded WHY I don't drink much. My mom says our wierd tolerance runs in the family and that it gets even lower as we get older. I know I was able to handle more in college...although weighing 20 lbs. lighter has to have something to do with it as well. I am once again lucky to have such good friends. The crazily placed pictures (per Sus) are as follows (L to R, top to bottom)
1. Me fulfilling my wishes...taking matters "into my own hands"
2. The girls--Susan, Kristina, Jackie, and me
3. The group
4. Susan wanted a picture of me flicking her off
5. Susan and a cherry
6. Erik in Jackie's cowgirl hat with his rum and coke
7. Me and the walking stick (yes!)

Overall a good night (with a couple of downers).

Everybody needs a fun weekend once in a while.

Everybody likes to go their own way--to choose their own time and manner of devotion. -Jane Austen

My father woke me up this morning (I get to sleep in on Thursdays). I thought something was terribly wrong, but he just called to ask me if I wanted to go travelling right before christmas. So right now, if everything goes well, I'll be in San Francisco for a few days before Christmas...I love that place and haven't been there in 3 years, so I am excited. Arizona is plan B (which I would be psyched about, since I haven't been there). I am continually amazed with the generosity of my parents, even if the plane tickets are free.

So I'm sitting on my couch all excited, when something crawls on me. It's fairly big, but I'm still sleepy and can't see well. I brush it off and it runs under the coffee table like lightning. Perfect. I HATE bugs. I come into the room a few minutes later and lo and behold...it's one of the cricket/grasshopper/alien hybrids that have been scaring the crap out of me from my mailbox. Killing that bastard was nasty...so big. Did I mention how much I hate bugs? I am taking applications for a husband...if you're not comfortable killing bugs, you will be automatically eliminated.

I have absolultely LOVED this week. I kind of miss marching band, but my sanity has been salvaged simply because I haven't had to go to rehearsal. I am also *gasp* going out to the bars this Saturday night...and I will be dressed up in costume (after a pumpkin carving lasagna party). Don't worry, I will take pictures.

Kristina stopped by today. I have been terrible at keeping up with friends lately. My main lines of communication have been devoted to a few individuals. I still talk to Lauren and Krista some, but everybody else outside of Bloomington has suffered tremendously. Heck, I talk to Susan's boyfriend more than I do some of my closest friends from home...and he lives in freaking Chicago.

I have a new obsession with Target. Susan hasn't been helping me much lately because we keep forgetting stuff. But I am not allowed to visit that wonderful store for the next three weeks. Bad Traci.

I'm ready to graduate. I want a job. I want to have a stable future.

But I am enjoying my life :)

Oh yeah, what the hell is a fall break?

Two things because they're super fun!

1. Open up the music player on your computer.
2. Set it to play your entire music collection.
3. Hit the shuffle command.
4. Tell us the title of the next 20 songs that show up (with their musicians), no matter how embarrassing. That's right, no skipping that Carpenters tune that will totally destroy your hip credibility. It's time for total musical honesty.
5. If you get the same artist twice, you may skip the second (or third, or etc.) occurrences. You don't have to, but since randomness could mean you end up with a list of twenty songs with five artists, you can if you'd like.

1. Glass, Concrete, and Stone - David Byrne
2. Sun - Live
3. One Way Out -Allman Brothers
4. Blacking Out the Friction - Death Cab for Cutie
5. Dinner at Eight - Rufus Wainwright
6. Lucky Trumble -Nancy Wilson
7. Annie Waits - Ben Folds
8. Dig Your Grave - Modest Mouse
9. Don't Panic -Coldplay
10. Seeing Things for the First Time -Black Crowes
11. 11:11- Rufus Waineright
12. Lullaby- Bregovic
13. Dim and the Dark - Jump
14. A Whisper -Coldplay
15. I'm Pulling Through- Diana Krall
16. This Place is a Prison- Postal Service
17. Brisk Young Sailor- UGA School of Music
18. Young Hearts Run Free- Kym Mazelle
19. Strange Fruit- Billie Holiday
20. Mary Jane's Last Dance- Tom Petty


And another...


If I were a month, I'd be March...unpredictable and lots of Green
If I were a day of the week, I'd be Wednedsay...hump day!
If I were a color, I'd be Orange...because I've just become so attached to it.
If I were an animal, I'd be a puppy...kind of floppy you know?
If I were a movie, I'd be Baz's Romeo and Juliet...because my mind is crazy like that
If I were a class, I'd be a Online Search and Retrieval...you think it's easy, but it's really hard.
If I were a shoe, I'd be anything Cole Haan.
If I were an ice cream flavor, I'd be Sherbet!
If I were a place, I'd be Crater Lake...deep!
If I were an element, I'd be Helium...light
If I were a perfume, I'd be Body by Victoria, because it was meant for my body
If I were a state, I'd be Vermont...snowy, slightly liberal, and Ben and Jerry's!
If I were a country, I'd be France, duh (but like 17th century France, not France today)
If I were an instrument, I'd be a cow bell...the best one ever
If I were a season, I'd be fall...all of my colors
If I were a body part, I'd be hands so i could touch everything
If I were a flavor, I'd be ginger...a bit of a bite
If I were an alcoholic drink, I'd be a longisland...a mix of everything
If I were a shape, I'd be a pentagon!
If I were a number, I'd be 18
If I were a president, I'd be Theodore Roosevelt...yay for national parks
If I were a beauty product, I'd be foundation:)
If I were a book, I'd be The Lion Witch and Wardrobe
If I were a letter of the alphabet, I'd be T!
If I were a word, I'd be superfluous
If I were a store, I'd be J Crew, duh
If I were a song, I'd be Reflecting Light by Sam Phillips
If I were an item of clothing, I'd be a shirt
If I were a clothing line, I'd be J Crew again
If I were a facial feature, I'd be expressive eyes
If I were an emotion, I'd be thoughtful
If I were a sound, I'd be a sigh
If I were a scent, I'd be color guard and cookies
If I were a car, I'd be a CRV
If I were a fruit, I'd be a peach
If I were a planet, I'd be Neptune
If I were a feeling, I'd be amazed
If I were a bone, I'd be humurous
If I were a flower, I'd be a tulip
If I were jewelry, I'd be any necklace
If I were a show, I'd be Gilmore Girls
If I were you, I'd be confused

The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want. -Ben Stein

Funny thing about doors closing. I had my last (well hopefully my last) experience with marching band today. While I technically ended marching band two years ago (the last time i actually participated), Northview has definitely felt like home to me. Even though I play a "non-essential" part, I have really enjoyed these past two seasons. The band received 4th today at state, which came as quite a shock, especially after placing first in all captions, except for one. But I was so impressed with how the band and staff took the surprise, almost more than the great performance they gave at 10am this morning. I will miss marching band color guard so much, but I hope this was the last one...time to become an adult. On to winterguard now?

This week was interesting. It finally got cold up here, so I guess this is the beginning of my end. I think this is as far north as I can go (with the exception of the north east). I really dislike winter and am not looking forward to it. School is going to blow this week...so much to do...so little motivation. I had the strangest Thursday/Friday. It started when I got home from Northview. I found this random poem and became overwroght with emotion. I went to bed in such a state, and slept so soundly that I slept through my alarm on Friday, making me almost 30 minutes to work. I am a very light sleeper, which made it odd...and I didn't "wake up" until sometime in the middle of my cataloging class (I guess Dewey Decimal Classification will do that). Last night was an inpromptu visit to Target with Sus, then watching Finding Neverland, which I hadn't yet seen. Today was state finals.

I registered for classes for my LAST semester at school on Friday...right now, I'm only taking computer classes (database design and web design), which will be helpful, but extremely difficult. Plus, with one less class to worry about, I will have more time to concentrate on the two. I'm so excited...the end is in sight!

I'm trying to "go with the flow" in a lot of situations right now...it's definitely a good philosophy for school, definitely a good philosophy for work, and has been for other things too. It's amazing how much happier I am this year...and I really think it has nothing to do with knowing what's going on...it has everything to do with my confidence. I'm still a bit self-depricating, but for the first time in two or three years, I can say that I have myself back.

"Two Headed Calf"

Tomorrow when the farm boy finds this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum

But tonight, he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening : the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass.
and as he stares into the sky, there
are twice as many stars as usual.

-Laura Gilpin

If my hands are fully occupied in holding on to something, I can neither give nor receive. -Dorothe Solle

So first off, congratulations to some SLIS friends on the marriage this past week. How exciting to see two people in love commit themselves. I get to attend a wedding for another SLIS friend in November, so "love is all around".

Now that I have succeeded in planting the Mary Tyler Moore theme song in my head, I shall switch subjects. The weather up here has been warm, so I can safely say that my last season of marching band has been awesome climate-wise. I think this weekend will be the turning point though and everything will go to crap. I like winter...I like snow...but it gets old really fast, especially post-Christmas. I always deem February my worse month, because bad stuff usually happens...but 2005 showed me that April, May, June, July, and August were far worse than February (although it was bad too). So I guess I shouldn't dread any month and take things as they come.

I have successfully made it two months without having to make a trip to Georgia. Two more and I will have doubled my record. I'm so proud of myself. I'm even staying after school ends in December to work.

I have some things to look forward to...I have a visitor for Thanksgiving (spent a hefty amount to come to Indiana!). I have been promised a leprechaun from John's trip to Ireland/Germany this week. My New Years is in the works. Winterguard starts soon (do I look forward to that?). Next semester I only have to take two classes. I graduate in May. Job hunting. Dog Buying.

School has been a female dog lately...but I'm doing well, so that is all that matters.

The above quote kind of reminded me of some things...I hold on to what I feel is failure in hopes of someday fixing it. Letting go does seem the better option. Why do I have to be a perfectionist?

Well I should go and finish dialog stuff...

Be a first rate version of yourself, not a second rate version of someone else. -Judy Garland

So it's Thursday. I just got back from the Northview Party Room. I was so happy to be able to go this week...since I was so stressed with school the past few weeks. This week has been great...I had a lull from school (that will quickly pick up next week to the usual stress). I also did great on two separate assignments in school. Having the weekend with my parents was wonderful. The slacker-ness has continued on into the week...but I actually have had the time to be that way.

So I realize that I am pretty content up here. I like my program, I like Bloomington...seriously, so much prettier than the already beautiful UGA. I like my jobs...simply for the fact that I am working for great people. Seriously, this job at the library has helped me understand the inner workings of a large academic library. The Northview job has given me a chance to be around Michael and Katie for two extra years and meet such wonderful people as the Medworth's and Jon Vanderkolff, etc. I am finally doing something I want in school. I have good friends here. I keep in touch with my friends back home and elsewhere. I have as my friend and I have been discussing "immediate future plans".

It's funny because I realize that the "little things" not only make me extremely happy, but have been the cause for my demise in the past. I do tend to dwell, especially in things that I consider failures. Grades for instance...I freak out if I see anything below an A. I didn't do this in undergrad, so why now? Guys are another issue. I don't want to do the bad things to a guy that were done to me....it would be hypocritical. It's hard for me to think about anything with a guy as not serious. I don't think I will ever be capable of casual dating, but I have noticed myself flirting with people lately (even if they're far away). It's healthy for me to not be so realtionship-oriented. I smile a LOT more...makes waiting for "Mr. Right" so much better. So, the transformation of the association of the little things from bad to good has made a positive effect on my life. Now it's on to concentrating on hopeful visits from friends, other possible future encounters, and other things in which I am being awfuly vague...

But I should go and get stuff done. I can't believe marching band is almost over. Funny how winterguard will start the next week...so I'm not done with this color guard thing until April.

Take Judy Garland's advice and "carpe diem...seize the day boys...make your lives extraordinary".

As you become more clear about who you really are, you'll be better able to decide what is best for you - the first time around. -Oprah Winfrey

So true Oprah... :)

First off, I would like to thank Gilmore Girls for getting me through last week and the whole pathfinder fiasco. I think having all of the witticism in the background has ultimately made me smarter. Hey, we all have guilty pleasures.

The amount of work I have had this semester still amazes me. I think Wednesday night was the pinnacle of graduate school stress. Susan, Jackie, and I stayed after to finish a problem for an assignment due this comming week. We messed up slightly on a problem, and had to start all over again. We had to turn in another assignment, which my partner and I (notice the "and I" Susan) didn't fully complete (we left out a part of a question). The professor said he was going to stay until we finished the problem on which we were working. All I can remember were my eyes welling up with tears, but never actually crying. I thought my brain was going to explode. Susan even came over afterwards and looked over my cataloging assignment...I was thinking about the humanities/dialog/oclc for 13 straight hours. No kids, don't stay in school...it isn't the "fun" that college was. You don't have free weekends, unless you want to get behind, and it isn't the constant party...unless you're just damn lucky.

I think the bitterness is coming from the fact that I haven't felt any satisfaction with my classes yet. I like all of them...and I feel like I am learning stuff...each class seems to have a purpose...but each has its terrible quirk. I'll be over it in December, I promise. It's just hard watching myself go through it, as well as my friends. I was listening to my friend Jeff this morning talk about all of the stuff he has to do. I listened to mary snyder this morning and her theory on our info. in the humanities class. Susan just called me worried about our client search project. geez. I'll quit complaining. At least I'm not alone.

Despite the stress, life has been pleasant lately. My parents visited Friday and Saturday. I love my parents...I have never met people more selfless in my life. I hope to do the same for my kids someday. We shopped in Indianapolis yesterday and just hung out the rest of the time. I don't know what I would do in life if I didn't have a good family.

Gilmore Girls isn't the only thing that has gotten me through the week. I've been reacquainting myself with my past...past people to be exact. Friends have been getting me through who live as close as down the street, and as far away as the great white north, (and red and black south). It's been nice, especially since I lost one of my best friends a couple of months ago.

Okay, I'm back to the real world...can you believe it's already October?

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets. -Arthur Miller

I have no clue why I am updating right now...I am in the middle of craziness and I should be doing work because I will regret sleep tomorrow. But Philip informed me that I don't update enough, so I guess I will give it a try.

Busy is the best word to describe my life. I am kind of liking it that way because things go by fast and fast means closer to graduation. School is stressful. I have a pathfinder
due tomorrow along with a presentation that I am going to wing...I'll be able to read the thing while I present, so I'm not too worried. I also have an assignment due tomorrow in my other class, which I have yet to complete. My client thing is still in the background and cataloging has definitely taken the back burner this semester...oh crap I have an assignment due in there on Friday. I start working on some french project at library work soon, so that should be fun. I really thought last semester was the pinnicle of stress, but even with two less classes, this semester takes the cheese (or whatever cliché that is...I am so bad with them).

Northview is going well. I like going to the contests a lot...I have only missed Greenwood so far, and will miss Carmel this weekend. I am actually kind of sad. The show is great, and I am so glad that this will be my last impression of marching band. Last Saturday as we were glittering them up (they wear lots of glitter), one of the girls called me over...she said she heard a rumor that I was leaving after winter. I told her about the whole graduating thing and people actually started telling me to not leave...something to the effect that they think they will bring in somebody mean to replace me. It was so nice though...I was flattered.

My parents are coming up this weekend and I can't tell you how excited I am...I am so lucky to have great parents. It's great to have the whole unconditional love thing, and my mom helped me get through some stuff when I was home in August. The whole teenage angst thing is definitely gone now.

I apparantly have a small fan club at the University of Iowa now...haha thanks to my friend Susan. We have been kind of going through this stress thing together...it's going slowly but surely.

To add to the school stress...I feel like Violet Beauregarde in full blueberry stage right now (minus the color blue). I know I look it too.

Anyways, I updated, and will regret it tomorrow when I am tired and cranky.

And I will get to Alaska.

31 Days

Anger is natural. It's part of the force. You just have to learn to hang out with it.

-Tori Amos (and no, I'm not angry)

This week was...I'm not too sure actually...it went by too damn fast. Monday and Tuesday were definitely a blur. Wednesday was stressful (as all Wednesdays are). Friday, my aunt visited, which was great. I highly recommend the Tibetan restaurant here. Yesterday was rehearsal and another contest...and now I'm sitting here...doing my best at the homework thing.

The next two weeks are going to be painful. I have so much on my plate...a lot of commitments...and I'm so afraid I am going to break down. But usually when stuff like this happens, I become surprisingly calm, so I am counting on that to take over.

I'd like to thank HGTV for being the background of my home life this week. It's nice to know that people are improving their places all over the country. Seriously, anything that gets me away from the food network is a miracle. Also, a thanks goes out to my high school best friend, Adrian, for the multitudes of e-mails sent this week.

I've noticed that I've become a bit more talkative lately. Part of it is the delirium of classes, part of it is the fact that I am more comfortable up here, and part of it is me being sick of people's interpretations of my "quietness". I come off as a snob a lot apparantly...which if you know me is definitely not the case (well I hope). Plus the quietness has contributed to my invisibility here. I figured that I would freak people out more with my stream of consciousness, than just being quiet. Luckily I have Susan who just makes a quote page out of all of her friend's interesting sayings. So should I blurt out to the world that I found a relevant article and want to have it's babies, or just stay quiet? Decisions.

I backed into a concrete thing yesterday in Terre Haute...it scared the crap out of me, but luckily everything on the car was fine. I love my Honda, even after her first fender-bender. My nephew also turned 1 yesterday...so cute.

40 days.

"to be interested in the changing seasons is...a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring"

-George Santayana

Let's see if I can post a picture on this thing...my connection with the lines of power

It's starting to get cool up here. One thing I like about living up north (yes, this is the north to me) is the four seasons. Fall here is beautiful. It rains a lot, which I hate, but on a sunny day with all of the colors, this place is amazingly beautiful...not quite as beautiful as spring here, but close enough. Fall is my favorite season for sure...the colors, the smells, football games, marching band, fall clothes...proof that there is beauty in dying. Winter is going to suck though.

I updated on Friday, which is far too recent. I actually haven't seen much of my apartment in the past week. Friday was honestly the surprise of the century for me. The day kind of sucked because I was working on assignments and such, but the evening/night was wonderful. SLIS had a beautiful reception at the Woodburn House. Large events like that make me pretty weary, but it ended up being really nice. Everybody was dressed up, many conversations were had, new classes were created, careers were discussed, alcohol was free. Afterwards (probably as a result of the free bar), around 30 people or so decided to go to the vid, some bar and hang out. Everybody was happy and playing pool...I got to see Kristina and Chris (what fate!)...I got to see half of my program drunk (myself included)...I got to see one of my professors playing pool...overall, so much better than class. I have a new-found respect for half of these people, mainly because everybody let loose some. It was also proven to me this weekend that I am not invisible to men up here which is nice to know...

Yesterday I spent 12 hours at Northview, well a few were in Indianapolis for a competition...basically the next 5 weeks or so will be filled with contests. The announcer forgot to call my name out as staff, and Bob actually noticed it, which was impressive. Katie Townsend's subsequent arguement against Michael's name being called off first was incredibly funny...yeah women's rights.

I'm taking some big steps this week...well one. I am going to send in my first job application tomorrow, thus beginning 8 months of job-finding hell. Another one of those hellish "learning experience"s. I can sum up my entire grad school stay as a "learning experience". I guess it's how we become wise as we get older.

You only grow when you are alone.

-Paul Newman

As long as I don't grow outward, I will be fine.

I have a little time between now and work, so I thought I'd update. The bus driver took the wrong turn today, thinking that he was driving the C route instead of the 6 route. People got so pissed...granted they had places to go, but essentially they were being dropped of at the same place, so I didn't understand the wild uproar. I will definitely think twice before I would ever criticize anyone like that, because everybody makes unintentional mistakes...it's the intentional ones we need to worry about, or take to mind.

I am at school for a long time today...my class was cancelled, so I am going to work on stuff in it's place, in the hope that I don't have to come here on Sunday. I have an ALA meeting tonight and a reception to attend, which should be fun...dressing up is always fun.

Found out some interesting news last night at Northview. Tomorrow, I'll be with them all day doing the rehearsal and contest thing.

My client for the online information retrieval is british...soo freaking cool. I am producing research for her next book, which is really exciting.

Okay, I am late for work...have a good weekend everybody!

"Find something you're passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it. "

-Julia Child

This past week has been crazy. I'm finally into things...and there's not much time to breathe. Both work situations are fine right now. I'm becoming acquainted to the library job. Northview starts their competition season next weekend. Yesterday we had a six hour rehearsal in the 90 degree weather. It was long, but I won't ever have to worry about this kind of stuff after next month...I'll miss marching band, probably the most because it's the form of colorguard I have participated in every year since 1997.

After rehearsal yesterday I went to school (yeah, I know) with Susan to work on our dialog assignment. It is difficult sometimes figuring out some of the questions, but when something makes sense, it is so cool. I think that's why I like online searching so much. It's a challenge, but you do see results. Lokman, our professor, came in to answer our questions and we ended up talking with him about everything from football to where we came from (he knew that UGA's mascot was the bulldog). Anyways, it was nice. He has totally changed my perspective on professors.

I have so many assignments to do, it's not funny. I had one due today- a paper on the concept of humanities...I don't think one person in the class is excited about posting their thoughts on oncourse, to be criticized by other members of the class...probably the only assignment in that class I will ever refute. I also have to start my cataloging assignment, since Charla and I like getting stuff done early.

Basically if you don't know me from school, this entry had to be extremely boring. I think this is the way it should have always been though...thoroughly immersed in my interest. Other things have happened in the non-school sense :) don't get me wrong. Right now, I am interested in completing school because I want a good job. Basically if you're interested in drama, I don't think you'll read about it in my life for a long time. I like it so much better that way.

9/11/01

"Oh, God, the great and terrible beauty of it."

Part of me wishes that I would have taken a class in summer I session, so I could go ahead and graduate in December. But the combination of no six month leases at my apartment and the level of work in my classes for fall semester makes me breathe a sigh of relief. It's just going to suck in spring...watching a lot of my friends get jobs because they have already graduated, while I am taking two classes and hopefully still working two jobs. I just feel sometimes, even in the middle of the craziness, that I am sitting around twiddling my thumbs waiting for something to happen.

I finally got in touch with my D.C. friend. She's okay, but terribly busy. She also decided to plant a little idea in my head that has been growing since last week. It's a big decision to make, but if everything goes well, what a great accomplishment it will be.

I like my classes. My boss is my cataloging partner, which is extremely conveinent. The humanities class is going to royally kick my butt with all of the work, but it is useful work...some stuff to put on resumes. I am also learning how to searh Dialog in online information and retrieval...so if you read rants in the next 5 or 6 weeks about it, you'll know why. I'm trying to not freak out about all of the work I have to do and all of the frustration ahead. I'm used to this, so it shouldn't be bad. One thing I can say about this year is that I am lacking any distrations. I'm not attached to anybody or thing or activity, so all of my focus can be concentrated on doing well here, graduating, and moving ON (hopefully away from the midwest).

I'm trying not to complain about things, because I have my life...it hasn't been ruined by mother nature. I can't even imagine. It's hard to have visited New Orleans for the Sugar Bowl in 2002. I loved that trip and have so many memories from it. It would be horrible if that memory was my everyday life. Anybody not affected by this has some serious issues.

Ob la di ob la da life goes on brahhh... la la how the life goes on...

Ode to My Lost Friend...

So I have known one of my best friends, Susan, since the sixth grade. It was obvious even back then, being the military brat she is, that she was destined for great things. We endured high school math, history, english and broadcasting together. She covered for my first boyfriend and I when we had a house double date and he and I went to "get a soda" in the garage. She has always done well in school and is one of the most confident, caring people I know. We went to college together and managed to remain friends when she spent a year abroad and I was lost in color guard land. Last year we both moved to the midwest for graduate school...she in Chicago at the prestigious University of Chicago, and I at the beautiful IU. Although we never saw each other, we still managed communication.

She started working in D.C. and has dropped off the face of the earth. None of the old group can get in touch with her. It's obviously some covert training program, but I am worried nontheless. I miss my friend. I should have tagged her. I am hoping she resurfaces next year by the time I will potentially move there.

In other less Dan-Brown-worthy news, it's raining a lot here in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina...proving that women can be bitches from time to time. My work schedule takes up every day of the week with the exception of Sundays. My first classes are tomorrow. I have already signed up for my client search project in online information retrieval. I will be working for a history prof. on compiling a bibliography of primary and secondary resources of oustiders' accounts of the French revolution. Should be difficult, but it will be so much better than sitting in a classroom drowning in theory.

Everybody else has started school

Honestly...Indiana starts really late or something. But with no fall break and no labor day and three weeks of Christmas, I guess it makes sense. It's just weird though, because everybody else is into the swing of things by now, and I'm twiddling my thumbs waiting for stuff to happen.

I had a terrible interview for the library job, but somehow they offered me the position. I am psyched about it because it means experience to put on my resume. I will be working in collection development and with the subject area librarians, so I'll get to meet a lot of people and see a variety of jobs. The only thing I am scared about is taking three classes (it's like taking 5 in undergrad), and working 10 hours a week in the library and 3 days a week at Northview. I usually do better in school when I am busy though, so we'll see.

My first day back at Northview was Tuesday. I walked in and the girls all started "awww"ing and saying "we were wondering when you'd be back". It was such a sweet gesture from them...they're a hard group to break into. Michael and Katie are back which is great (the guard looks so much better than they did last year at this time because of them) and Jessica is a great dance tech. Rochelle is also on staff this year (she marched crown this summer and graduated from Northview last year), and she is such a sweet person. Tonight, her, Whitney (Bob and Ruth Ann's daughter who was on the hornline-also a very nice person) talked about crown, since I had no clue how the summer went. I'm glad they got to do it and had fun (and not to mention had each other).

Tomorrow I only have errands to do, which is nice. Saturday I have to be at Northview and then Chris and Kristina will come for dinner and to hang out...haven't seen them since June. Sunday, I'll get to see Jeff again (we need some serious pool time). Monday begins the craziness known as the last year of academic limbo. Get excited!

Another one?

So, yes, I have created another blog...I still have the livejournal, but will not continue to write in it. It was definitely my least favorite of blogs, and like some people, I desire change in my life.
I spent a week in Atlanta after I completed my internship. I had the best time. I went to the city 4 times (honestly, I had lived there all my life and never went). Part of me wishes that I had gone to college in the city, but that would have completely obliterated my past. As much as I loathe the past two years, it's still a part of me. But I enjoyed every moment of seeing my best friend from fse 2000 at UGA, dinner with Greg at Everybodys, Ikea with Paige, Adrian, and Marvin, and the Park Tavern with Krista. I got glimpses of my upcoming adult life and while I know it sucks to be in the working world, I am so ready to be there. I have been ready to be an adult since I got to college. I am so lucky though to have my friends...the ones who stuck around.
The career path is finally set...I am still dabbling into corporate librarianship, because I like business, I just don't want to work in a cubicle. Academia seems exciting too, so I guess I'll shoot for the stars.
I got back into Bloomington tonight. It's 12:30am and my apartment is still a mess. But I had to finish my internship written report and I went to dinner with Susan, so everything will have to wait until tomorrow. I go back to Northview tomorrow for my last fall season of ever doing color guard. I have a job interview sometime this week for a job in the main library. I need money so badly, especially for some of the stuff I have coming for me second semester.
My goal for this year in to put my past behind me, which entails so much. Obviously, I don't want everything gone but letting go of what you're comfortable with is the best solution to so many problems.