Do you know what's really awkward?

Being at an Anything Goes But Clothes Party, and being sober....

More on that when I wake up.

Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world....

On my way to math, I realized that everyone is listening to music. CD players, iPods, mp3 players, whatever it was, people had it and they were using them. But the strange thing was the people themselves. They were just there, passively listening to their music. Isn't the purpose of music to entertain? People looked miserable! Granted, this was the LX, and who really wants to be on that bus, but still. I hear the opening chords to so many songs and I can't help but smile, air guitar, or hum along. I know I'm not the only one that does that! Why do the bus rides have to be so blah? Smiling and head bobbing might actually make you forget just for a moment that you're headed to class. Alright, maybe that last statement was a stretch, but it could happen. Right?

I apparently have horrible taste in music. I was informed that my taste in music is on par with a 15 year old boy. I don't see it though. I prefer music of the past, classic rock, southern rock, cheesy arena rock, and 70's/80's punk. Sure, I have my guilty pleasures, but that's what they are, guilty pleasures! My taste offends a ton of people too. I rather listen to AC/DC, REM, The Pouges, Jimmy Buffett over the Beatles. I can't stand the Beatles! I understand that they, along with Elvis, revolutionized rock and roll. I realized that without them, music would be completely different. But I don't like them! Their voices are so annoying, but the music, the instruments, well, they are impressive. I don't know why I don't like them, maybe it is because I was raised on Springsteen's Nebraska album, Nirvana's Lithium tape, and select songs by Ronnie Milsap.

This rant brought to you by boredom in Topics of Math for the Liberal Arts Majors.

** The title song is an example of music that you just can't help but smile at.

The colors of the rainbow are so pretty in the sky...

I spilled ALL of my chocolate chips in lecture today. Brower Lunch was less than satisfying, so I grabbed my chocolate chips to snack on during class. If you go into Scott Hall 135, second row from the back on the left hand side, there is a pile of chocolate chips and my sanity? Dignity? Who knows. The guy behind me laughed and my stomach growled loudly. Blargh!

Lecture today was on childhood and how it effects our brains. I believe I've never left childhood. Not in the sense that "I'm a kid at heart", because I am, but in the sense that I'm always willing. I've noticed that as people grow older they lose that sense of adventure, the willingness to experiment with new things. People become so set in their ways, and who wants to live like that? The spontaneity of life should be fully embraced at all times, not just in childhood. I don't know, maybe it's silly of me to want to always be able to drop everything and change my life's direction, but it's how I am.

My mother calls me a free-spirit, I don't get it. Apparently she had a 5 year plan at my age, and she doesn't get how I can't even plan my day out. I like the not knowing where I'm going next. I will forever be entertained by my life, through the good and the bad. I'm like those people in the 12-step programs, except I'm not addicted to anything, I take everything one day at a time. No rush, no fuss, just fun and laugher.

The cannons don't thunder, There's nothing to plunder...

I was born into the wrong generation. I'm throughly convinced that this is not my generation. I listen to way to a ton of older music, I enjoy older movies, and my values seem old fashioned. The first two examples aren't that important, but my values? I feel like I've spent too much time with my Grandmother when it comes to my values.

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't want us to (let's do the) time warp to sock-hops or anything like that. Men should be men, women should be women, common courtesy, and people should just be nicer. I'm not one to claim that I'm little Miss Perfect who loves and gets along with everyone (I leave that to Cassie). But shouldn't doors be held open, seats be given up for the elderly, pregnant, or handicapped? Life should not be a chore, nor should human decency. No one specific thing has started this rant, but doesn't anyone miss this? I don't know, maybe it's wishful thinking. Maybe I am part of the wrong generation.

Sorry that there's no joke. I've been studying all day. No laughing allowed while torturing my brain.

Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time....

I forgot to breathe in class today. Not just that, but I was speaking in class and forgot to breathe. A mass of words started to stumble out of my mouth, and there was no moment to breathe. It was a good twenty seconds before my lungs realized they were not doing their job.

You would think I would learn, but nope. I did it again ten minutes later. My brain and my lungs are clearly in an argument today. Why are my lungs so mad? I don't abuse them! Clearly, I have to sit everybody down and talk it out. Not breathing = not good. I'm 18, you think I'd know how to breathe by now.

I've written this whole thing, and I don't know how to spell breath, breathe? What is it? How can I write an entire entry on something I don't know how to spell correctly?

I have a lecture, Monday mornings on boredom. I thought it would be on boredom, what causes boredom, and why we need it. So far, all it has done is bore me. Did you know machines can't get bored?! That was part of today's lecture! This is the same class that spawned skydiving with fish. Thanks to lecture, my mind wandered to Back to the Future. Did you know we are getting hover boards in two years? That will be so sweet!!! No more riding the EE!

PS From now on the titles of my post's will be a line from a song that is stuck in my head. I'm horrible at coming up with titles, so this is my little cop out.

Tired...

It took me 5 minutes to figure out what my friends were talking about yesterday during dinner. I was listening, but I didn't realize that they were making fun of someone at the table. I really need to focus more during dinner conversations.

I'm dead tired, haven't talked to many friends this weekend. No funny stories.

Oh, nope. Sorry it's not funny.

Good night

"Hallelujah Mary loved her son...."

Hair was cool. Well, actually it was cool the first three times, by the fourth I was bored and the fifth was a bit unnecessary. I can't help it. I'm **really** like the "music". I like the whole thing really, and I'm glad I saw it. Next weekend is Pillowman! I can't wait to see that.

Not much to say. I spent most of the day sleeping, and on the EE. Tomorrow my parents are coming and then studying, studying, and more studying.

"I believe in love..."

Well, there's nothing left to say...