Sooo... let's just get right to the topics.
HELL WEEK. This next week of school is going to SUUUCCCKKK. I have two midterms, theses to input data for, three reports, oral mech and audiology examinations, a supervisor meeting for my clinical abilities (which also requires analyzing tape of myself in a session and filling out self-evaluations), five sessions, and another exam to study for for the next week. Wahhhhh. Oh, well. After this week, it will calm down a ton.
SIDE NOTE: I'm listening to How I Met Your Mother and Marshall just mentioned the Upper Peninsula. SCORE. Also, last night I was in Fort Collins, CO and in this TINY dive bar (a little bit funny that I made the word "tiny" larger than the rest, eh? Oh, the irony.) there was a "Say 'Yah' to da UP, eh?" sticker on the bar. Cool, eh? I'm going to stop saying "eh?" now. I digress.
So this week for school is pretty much going to suck. But I FINALLY have a child (younger than 10) client and I am so excited!
POKES AND PROFESSORS. Last weekend was our homecoming, and Mark Farney came to visit! He is a friend from home that I grew up with and it was GREAT to have him here. He showed up at the game (right before it started pouring rain) with his suitcase and backpack. We went to where my friends were sitting, watched the game for a bit, and then decided to take off. Partly because the game was boring (and we ended up losing despite our 17 point lead), and mostly because the sheets of rain were pelting us in the face. We went back to my friend Rebecca's house and ate some elk stew. Then, it was out for the night. We went to the Buck first (which I KNOW I've talked about before), and saw the professor I'm a GA for there. I talked to him for a bit, and then went back to my friends. I did not realize he was there for a while though, and I continued to dance like a maniac (think getting up on chairs and everything). C'est la vie. It was fun. So then we took Marky to The Cowboy. He picked up on the country swing really quickly and we had lots of fun! All in all, I drank a little too much, but it was a SUPER fun homecoming. The next day, I drove Marky to Denver. First, we grabbed dinner at a brewery. It was delicious. Then, I took him to the airport where he flew back to the land of the rich and famous. :)
PUBLISHHHHH. So. I am a graduate assistant at the university for a totally awesome professor. I think I've mentioned him before. He's the one where, when you're in class he'll say, "ARE YOU GUYS FREAKIN' EXCITED ABOUT THIS LECTURE? 'CAUSE I'M FREAKING PUMPED ABOUT THIS LECTURE!!". It's very entertaining. Anywho, he is in the process of publishing a test (and this test has a few versions). I have been helping out with editing stuff for my GA and guess what?! My name is in the manual! I didn't really do anything substantial other than help them edit, but it will be the first time my name will be published IN PRINT for something related to my degree. I was uber excited about it, and it reinstated my enthusiasm for doing a thesis and trying to publish my other paper. If you want to check it out, go to the following link and scroll to page 2: http://languagedynamicsgroup.com/downloads/TNR%20P%20Manual%20v2.pdf
HOMETOWN HOCKEY. So. I got a very pleasant surprise earlier this week. My cousin texted me and said he would be playing for the Colorado Eagles for a bit (which is only an hour and a half from me!!!). I have been very fortunate to see a few people from home since I've moved here, but no family. So this was extra special. I rounded up two of my closest friends here and we headed to Loveland for a few hours for the game. The rink was awesome, actually. They had these mini donuts (like the ones at the Chippewa County Far that I love, and was coincidentally talking about earlier this week) and beer. We watched the game while enjoying some cinnamon-sugary goodness and Bud Light (we were at the Budweiser Events Center, after all). My cousin played great and after the game we decided we would goo get some food before heading back to Laramie.
ROUNDABOUTS. Are now my enemy. So. We were going to a restaurant in downtown Fort Collins to eat. I was driving. It was dark, but that is no excuse for what happened next. My friend asked me if I had ever done a roundabout before. I said, "Psht. I live in Michigan. We have roundabouts and Michigan turnarounds on every road pretty much." Well, my overconfidence in my driving abilities did NOTHING for me on this occasion. We came up to the roundabout. I was going far too fast. As I took the corner, my cousin said something along the lines of, "Woah! Curb!" and I nailed it. I said, "Whoops!" and kept driving.... for about 300 feet. When I realized (or my cousin realized) my tire was flat. We pulled over and luckily I had a spare and a tire changing kit. We threw on the flashers and my poor cousin (who was hit in the face earlier in the night and wearing a suit) had to change the tire for me. A lady cop showed up, and did nothing. So her presence was pointless other than the fact that her cop car was behind mine, and therefore making us feel a TON safer that we wouldn't get peeled by another car. My cousin got the tire changed (thank God he was there) and we were on our way. I let him drive until we dropped him off later that night.
ZOMBIES. Downtown Fort Collins apparently had a "Zombie Walk" last night. Translation: the entire downtown was crawling with people in various torn/dirty/bloody bits of clothing and horrific theatrical makeup. COOL. The restaurant we were trying to eat at was closed, so we ended up at Jimmy Johns. After eating, we walked back out on the street. There were SO MANY PEOPLE. For the first time, I felt out of place being dressed normally. Oh, well. After all my cousin put up with yesterday, I felt that I owed him a drink. We ended up at that little dive bar (the one with the UP sticker) and had a shot and a beer. Then, we took him back to his apartment and left for Laramie. It was SO wonderful to see him, and I can't wait to go to another game!
I'll try and post again after this week is done. I ask you all to pray for three things: my grades, my health (I don't want another cold!), and my sanity. Shanks :).
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Dippies, flippies, and chippies.
SO. It's Sunday night and once again the weekend has flown by MUCH too quickly. As I have been sick lately, I tried to kind of take it easy this weekend. (Also, it's only three days later and I'm updating already!! So far so good with the being more diligent in posting). In the words of Kel Mitchell, "Ahhhh it goes!"
HOCKEY. It doesn't really exist out here. I mean, it does. But not really. But kind of. But not at all. I was like a little child walking into the rink. My friend was laughing at me because I was so RIDICULOUSLY EXCITED to just be in an ice rink. The hockey was terrible, and we had to pay to get in ($3 for club?!) but then we met a few of the players out later that night and found out it was for rink fees (which I figured), so I was more okay with paying after that. Gotta support the dream right?? Anyways, I think the final score of the game was 18-3 us. We beat Colorado State's club team--they had 11 players, and one got kicked out for "fighting". Shiiiit shoooowww. NONETHELESS, it was hockey and I was in an ice rink with a great group of girls and that was good enough for me. Just the sound of skates on the ice was enough to make paying worthwhile :). I'm assuming the games will be better once we get some competition; at least, that's what I'm told. Also, my cousin TBo--who is currently living in the greater Boston area, was at a BC game. So I was getting constant updates and picture highlights of that :).
DANCING. So, Friday night after the game the girls and I went out (go figure). It was SO much fun. We have to blow off steam somehow with how ridiculously demanding and time consuming this program is--spending even more time together out and about is our escape of choice :). Anywho, we started out at the Buck, which is like Laramie's equivalent of the Sav/Back Door (Soo) and Vera ('quette). The dancing was a ton of fun, but our group likes the Cowboy the most, so when the creepers decended (and our belongings were decidedly molested by a long-haired man in shorts and Kanye sunglasses) we took off to do some country dancin'. One of my friends knows EVERYONE. Like, for real; that includes incredible cowboy dancers. I have been steadily learning some moves, but I was able to dance with a guy that was REALLY good this weekend. I did a couple new dippy and flippy things, and it was awesome.
DOWN TIME. For some reason--despite being in awesome company and doing awesome things--I was feeling pretty down on Friday. I don't really know what it was. Probably a combination of a lot of things. But anyways, I got over it by watching "Hey Arnold" and going to sleep. If that's not success, I don't know what is.
TERROR. I hate scary movies. I am a baby. If a scary movie involves a ghost or anything paranormal (excluding aliens) it will freak the ever-livin' out of me. The majority of my friends out here love them though, so we had a scary movie night. This was complete with cookie dough, brownies, ice cream, chips, and drinks. I have been eating pretty vegetarian lately, so all this junk food DID NOT do wonders for my stomach. Bleh. But that is beside the point. First, we watched The Crazies. It was weird, and there were a few jumpy parts that got to me, but for the most part I enjoyed the movie. I wasn't scared. Then, we watched The Descent in which the characters pissed me off. There was a moment I was not expecting in this movie, though. It scared me so bad I literally teared up. On-par with paranormal shit is jumpy shit. BLAH. This was a jumpy moment. Alas, we finished the evening with the Ryan Reynolds edition of The Amityville Horror. I maintain that this is one of the most terrifying movies ever made. It is both jumpy and paranormal. I verified this notion with myself by realizing last night that I had never watched the movie in its entirety. I closed my eyes through most of it this time, and was super nervous to go home (as I now live alone). Normally, I'd cuddle with my dog and watch Disney channel until I felt better. I was pleasantly surprised to find that after being home for ten minutes last night, I wasn't scared. I watched Drive Me Crazy (Melissa Joan Hart/Adrian Grenier) and fell asleep easily. Progress, my friends. I am growing up.
CHURCH. Ever get the feeling that God is speaking directly to you? Yea, that happened today. It was interesting, and now I don't know what to do. But that's okay. To quote one of my favorite authors of all time "My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?" (Charles Schulz). Okay, so not all of those are true. I have direction and aim, but at the moment I am still searching for my purpose and meaning, yet I'm happy. Truly happy. That's a wonderful feeling. Think about it. I'll leave you all with that for now.
:)
HOCKEY. It doesn't really exist out here. I mean, it does. But not really. But kind of. But not at all. I was like a little child walking into the rink. My friend was laughing at me because I was so RIDICULOUSLY EXCITED to just be in an ice rink. The hockey was terrible, and we had to pay to get in ($3 for club?!) but then we met a few of the players out later that night and found out it was for rink fees (which I figured), so I was more okay with paying after that. Gotta support the dream right?? Anyways, I think the final score of the game was 18-3 us. We beat Colorado State's club team--they had 11 players, and one got kicked out for "fighting". Shiiiit shoooowww. NONETHELESS, it was hockey and I was in an ice rink with a great group of girls and that was good enough for me. Just the sound of skates on the ice was enough to make paying worthwhile :). I'm assuming the games will be better once we get some competition; at least, that's what I'm told. Also, my cousin TBo--who is currently living in the greater Boston area, was at a BC game. So I was getting constant updates and picture highlights of that :).
DANCING. So, Friday night after the game the girls and I went out (go figure). It was SO much fun. We have to blow off steam somehow with how ridiculously demanding and time consuming this program is--spending even more time together out and about is our escape of choice :). Anywho, we started out at the Buck, which is like Laramie's equivalent of the Sav/Back Door (Soo) and Vera ('quette). The dancing was a ton of fun, but our group likes the Cowboy the most, so when the creepers decended (and our belongings were decidedly molested by a long-haired man in shorts and Kanye sunglasses) we took off to do some country dancin'. One of my friends knows EVERYONE. Like, for real; that includes incredible cowboy dancers. I have been steadily learning some moves, but I was able to dance with a guy that was REALLY good this weekend. I did a couple new dippy and flippy things, and it was awesome.
DOWN TIME. For some reason--despite being in awesome company and doing awesome things--I was feeling pretty down on Friday. I don't really know what it was. Probably a combination of a lot of things. But anyways, I got over it by watching "Hey Arnold" and going to sleep. If that's not success, I don't know what is.
TERROR. I hate scary movies. I am a baby. If a scary movie involves a ghost or anything paranormal (excluding aliens) it will freak the ever-livin' out of me. The majority of my friends out here love them though, so we had a scary movie night. This was complete with cookie dough, brownies, ice cream, chips, and drinks. I have been eating pretty vegetarian lately, so all this junk food DID NOT do wonders for my stomach. Bleh. But that is beside the point. First, we watched The Crazies. It was weird, and there were a few jumpy parts that got to me, but for the most part I enjoyed the movie. I wasn't scared. Then, we watched The Descent in which the characters pissed me off. There was a moment I was not expecting in this movie, though. It scared me so bad I literally teared up. On-par with paranormal shit is jumpy shit. BLAH. This was a jumpy moment. Alas, we finished the evening with the Ryan Reynolds edition of The Amityville Horror. I maintain that this is one of the most terrifying movies ever made. It is both jumpy and paranormal. I verified this notion with myself by realizing last night that I had never watched the movie in its entirety. I closed my eyes through most of it this time, and was super nervous to go home (as I now live alone). Normally, I'd cuddle with my dog and watch Disney channel until I felt better. I was pleasantly surprised to find that after being home for ten minutes last night, I wasn't scared. I watched Drive Me Crazy (Melissa Joan Hart/Adrian Grenier) and fell asleep easily. Progress, my friends. I am growing up.
CHURCH. Ever get the feeling that God is speaking directly to you? Yea, that happened today. It was interesting, and now I don't know what to do. But that's okay. To quote one of my favorite authors of all time "My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?" (Charles Schulz). Okay, so not all of those are true. I have direction and aim, but at the moment I am still searching for my purpose and meaning, yet I'm happy. Truly happy. That's a wonderful feeling. Think about it. I'll leave you all with that for now.
:)
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Tumbles and the whirlwind.
Woah, guys. I don't even know how long it has been since my last post. I intended to keep up with this, but grad school, friends, and sickness have decided otherwise. Alas, here I am. FINALLY updating. I'll try and keep it brief, but it has been a while (and you know how wordy I get).
FIRST, I am going to start with something that happened to me yesterday and made me laugh and laugh and realize that God is truly trying to make me anecdotal proof of his ironic humor. After that, I'll follow the established format of breaking my life up into categories (which really won't be that hard considering my life is all-consumed by only a couple of areas lately). Pick and choose what you'd like to read.
TUMBLED 'ORE. That title was more of a joke for my friend Alex. (In one of our text rants my phone autocorrected "Dumbledore" to "Fumbled 'Ore". It makes sense for this post). So anyways, I had a shitty day yesterday. I mean, it takes a lot for me to say that my day has been shitty (and it definitely could have been far worse) but let's just suffice it to say that I didn't like yesterday. This is why: I woke up late, didn't get ready in time for school, and felt sick. I got to school early to turn in a report before 7:30 am to a clinical supervisor, and was studying for a HUGE exam later that day. Then, I had an audiology review (which was kind of unnecessary) which took out of studying time for the exam. Then I went to the exam and it was WAY harder than I thought it was going to be. Feeling pretty down after that, I decided to go check my mailbox. I was told my supervisor was waiting to see me, so I went to see her. Aparently, I can't read and did not format the final report correctly (she was EXTREMELY nice about this though). I was feeling overwhelmed about life in general and almost broke down in front of her, though. Thankfully, I didn't. SHOW NO WEAKNESS. I digress. So, I went and had my session, which was the high point of my day, BECAUSE my client was incredible! He/she used a brand new AAC device WITHOUT A PROMPT. I was in Seventh Clinician Heaven. I'm pretty sure Jessica Biel waltzed in and congratulated me at one point. Anyways (again), after this I was working on reports and GA stuff and feeling pretty sick. I went to the Student Health Center (for the third time in a week) and signed up as a walk-in. I waited, and waited, and waited for 45 minutes and a large number of people coming and going in front of me before I went up to the desk to see why I had been waiting so long. Apparently, I wasn't in their system. So they readmitted me and I waited some more (another 20 minutes). Normally, I'm a very patient person. But I fell asleep at one point and finally a girl came out and asked if I'd been helped yet, to which I said, "nope." So she went in back and got me in right away. Long story made a wee bit shorter, I was screened and diagnosed with strepp throat AGAIN. I had to go home immediately and was treated like I had the plague, understandably in my field. I am SO lucky to have such supportive classmates and friends here, they all reassured me they would take notes and grab handouts for me. They are great. So I was just feeling shitty and upset and everything and I went to get out of my car. When I did, I went around back of my car and felt something hard and scratchy hit my leg, roll up my body, and pick at my hair. WHAT DO YOU THINK IT WAS???
Tumbleweed. Yes, my friends. There really are rolling tumbleweeds out here, and I was nearly impaled by one. THIS IS MY LIFE. Bunnies, sidwalk cracks, tumbleweed, hay bales: Wyo wants me to experience everything, I think. Even in the middle of the city. When that happened, I couldn't help but laugh out loud (to the amusement of the tenant below me), and go upstairs. I promptly turned on Breaking Bad and took a nap. That was my day.
SCHOOL. Is crazy. Nuts. Busy. Informative. Overwhelming. It's just all so different. I mean, I feel like I'm learning a lot of the same stuff as undergrad, just WAY more in-depth. When I feel like I understand a concept, I'm tested on it and the world is like, "PSYCH. NICE TRY, MIA." And then just skips away to the tune of "Another One Bites the Dust". Gah! I truly love my professors and all of the classes. I feel I'm much better suited to the grad school environment. High school was okay, college was great, grad school is even better. I'm finding my niche, and Wyoming is definitely the place I'm supposed to be. I'm looking into doing a thesis (instead of oral comprehensives for graduation). I'm going back and forth with it right now, just because it will be SUPER time consuming, and I want to have some free time (HA!) to hang out with friends. We will see. I'll keep you updated on that one. All I can say is, what I would be doing my thesis on is MEGA interesting and awesome and cool. :)
FRIENDS. I have met some truly incredible people out here. There's a couple other girls from the Midwest in my program, so that has been great. Also, there are some people who went to undergrad here that I have become close with. One of them introduced us to this guy, who introduced us to his friends, and now we have a pretty good base of awesome people to be around out here. It's weird how things work out like that, eh? Generally, we are never apart from each other. We are on campus from 7:30 to 6 pm most days and spend all of our time studying, doing reports, and trying to keep each other sane. On the weekends, we go to football games and out on the town. The Cowboy Bar here seems to be our location of choice (we all love our country swing dancing!). Honestly though, I couldn't have asked for a better group of people to go through this experience with. I'm very lucky.
SICK. Well, I already told you I've had strep twice now. So that's fun. It takes away from productivity time (which is NECESSARY) in grad school. That sucks. It takes away from class time. I just don't like it. That's all you need to know.
HOCKEY. I AM SO SICK OF THIS LOCKOUT. And there is no college hockey here. I mean, there is a club team (which my friends are I are checking out this weekend), but no legit hockey. Bleh.
HOME. Fall has been a lot different this year. I know it's only the beginning of October, but there are really no Fall colors here. Thankfully, my mum has been sending some pictures, and friends have been posting some. So that's nice. I've been missing my friends from home lately. So if you're one of them, YOU'RE MISSED. Terribly. Also, Maggs. Because, I mean, who wouldn't miss that tub of brown love?
POKE PRIDE. I love my Wildcats, but I am REALLY loving my Pokes. The whole city is based around the university here, and it's awesome. The night before home football games, the marching band does a pub crawl and plays fight songs and other classics at all of the local watering holes. IT'S WONDERFUL. Also, the football games are fun. The university is about the size of NMU, but it feels a lot bigger. Campus is beautiful. A lot of the chants they do here are the same as back home; they even do the Tech "Beer Song"! Go Pokes!
COWBOYS. There are so many. Like, for real. I hate to say that you get used to it, but you get used to it. That doesn't make it any less wonderful when you remember that the rest of the country isn't like this, though. At the Cowboy Bar, most of the real ones come up and put out their hand and do this bowing thing and say something like, "Would ya care to dance, ma'am?" It's phenomenal. Also, those tight jeans, boots, button up shirts, and hats.... MMM MMMM. It's a different world out here, and I love it.
QUOTES. I've been obsessed lately. Mainly Winnie the Pooh, Calvin and Hobbes, and Peanuts. But really, any quote or song lyric that is even remotely applicable to my life lately I have been gravitating towards. I did this last year, as well. Hmm... maybe it's the time of year.
I can't think of anything else to say. I'll try to provide more specific stories in the next posts, but it's been so long since the last time, I forget a lot of things, and the rest just doesn't really seem relevant.
Tout mon amour!
FIRST, I am going to start with something that happened to me yesterday and made me laugh and laugh and realize that God is truly trying to make me anecdotal proof of his ironic humor. After that, I'll follow the established format of breaking my life up into categories (which really won't be that hard considering my life is all-consumed by only a couple of areas lately). Pick and choose what you'd like to read.
TUMBLED 'ORE. That title was more of a joke for my friend Alex. (In one of our text rants my phone autocorrected "Dumbledore" to "Fumbled 'Ore". It makes sense for this post). So anyways, I had a shitty day yesterday. I mean, it takes a lot for me to say that my day has been shitty (and it definitely could have been far worse) but let's just suffice it to say that I didn't like yesterday. This is why: I woke up late, didn't get ready in time for school, and felt sick. I got to school early to turn in a report before 7:30 am to a clinical supervisor, and was studying for a HUGE exam later that day. Then, I had an audiology review (which was kind of unnecessary) which took out of studying time for the exam. Then I went to the exam and it was WAY harder than I thought it was going to be. Feeling pretty down after that, I decided to go check my mailbox. I was told my supervisor was waiting to see me, so I went to see her. Aparently, I can't read and did not format the final report correctly (she was EXTREMELY nice about this though). I was feeling overwhelmed about life in general and almost broke down in front of her, though. Thankfully, I didn't. SHOW NO WEAKNESS. I digress. So, I went and had my session, which was the high point of my day, BECAUSE my client was incredible! He/she used a brand new AAC device WITHOUT A PROMPT. I was in Seventh Clinician Heaven. I'm pretty sure Jessica Biel waltzed in and congratulated me at one point. Anyways (again), after this I was working on reports and GA stuff and feeling pretty sick. I went to the Student Health Center (for the third time in a week) and signed up as a walk-in. I waited, and waited, and waited for 45 minutes and a large number of people coming and going in front of me before I went up to the desk to see why I had been waiting so long. Apparently, I wasn't in their system. So they readmitted me and I waited some more (another 20 minutes). Normally, I'm a very patient person. But I fell asleep at one point and finally a girl came out and asked if I'd been helped yet, to which I said, "nope." So she went in back and got me in right away. Long story made a wee bit shorter, I was screened and diagnosed with strepp throat AGAIN. I had to go home immediately and was treated like I had the plague, understandably in my field. I am SO lucky to have such supportive classmates and friends here, they all reassured me they would take notes and grab handouts for me. They are great. So I was just feeling shitty and upset and everything and I went to get out of my car. When I did, I went around back of my car and felt something hard and scratchy hit my leg, roll up my body, and pick at my hair. WHAT DO YOU THINK IT WAS???
Tumbleweed. Yes, my friends. There really are rolling tumbleweeds out here, and I was nearly impaled by one. THIS IS MY LIFE. Bunnies, sidwalk cracks, tumbleweed, hay bales: Wyo wants me to experience everything, I think. Even in the middle of the city. When that happened, I couldn't help but laugh out loud (to the amusement of the tenant below me), and go upstairs. I promptly turned on Breaking Bad and took a nap. That was my day.
SCHOOL. Is crazy. Nuts. Busy. Informative. Overwhelming. It's just all so different. I mean, I feel like I'm learning a lot of the same stuff as undergrad, just WAY more in-depth. When I feel like I understand a concept, I'm tested on it and the world is like, "PSYCH. NICE TRY, MIA." And then just skips away to the tune of "Another One Bites the Dust". Gah! I truly love my professors and all of the classes. I feel I'm much better suited to the grad school environment. High school was okay, college was great, grad school is even better. I'm finding my niche, and Wyoming is definitely the place I'm supposed to be. I'm looking into doing a thesis (instead of oral comprehensives for graduation). I'm going back and forth with it right now, just because it will be SUPER time consuming, and I want to have some free time (HA!) to hang out with friends. We will see. I'll keep you updated on that one. All I can say is, what I would be doing my thesis on is MEGA interesting and awesome and cool. :)
FRIENDS. I have met some truly incredible people out here. There's a couple other girls from the Midwest in my program, so that has been great. Also, there are some people who went to undergrad here that I have become close with. One of them introduced us to this guy, who introduced us to his friends, and now we have a pretty good base of awesome people to be around out here. It's weird how things work out like that, eh? Generally, we are never apart from each other. We are on campus from 7:30 to 6 pm most days and spend all of our time studying, doing reports, and trying to keep each other sane. On the weekends, we go to football games and out on the town. The Cowboy Bar here seems to be our location of choice (we all love our country swing dancing!). Honestly though, I couldn't have asked for a better group of people to go through this experience with. I'm very lucky.
SICK. Well, I already told you I've had strep twice now. So that's fun. It takes away from productivity time (which is NECESSARY) in grad school. That sucks. It takes away from class time. I just don't like it. That's all you need to know.
HOCKEY. I AM SO SICK OF THIS LOCKOUT. And there is no college hockey here. I mean, there is a club team (which my friends are I are checking out this weekend), but no legit hockey. Bleh.
HOME. Fall has been a lot different this year. I know it's only the beginning of October, but there are really no Fall colors here. Thankfully, my mum has been sending some pictures, and friends have been posting some. So that's nice. I've been missing my friends from home lately. So if you're one of them, YOU'RE MISSED. Terribly. Also, Maggs. Because, I mean, who wouldn't miss that tub of brown love?
POKE PRIDE. I love my Wildcats, but I am REALLY loving my Pokes. The whole city is based around the university here, and it's awesome. The night before home football games, the marching band does a pub crawl and plays fight songs and other classics at all of the local watering holes. IT'S WONDERFUL. Also, the football games are fun. The university is about the size of NMU, but it feels a lot bigger. Campus is beautiful. A lot of the chants they do here are the same as back home; they even do the Tech "Beer Song"! Go Pokes!
COWBOYS. There are so many. Like, for real. I hate to say that you get used to it, but you get used to it. That doesn't make it any less wonderful when you remember that the rest of the country isn't like this, though. At the Cowboy Bar, most of the real ones come up and put out their hand and do this bowing thing and say something like, "Would ya care to dance, ma'am?" It's phenomenal. Also, those tight jeans, boots, button up shirts, and hats.... MMM MMMM. It's a different world out here, and I love it.
QUOTES. I've been obsessed lately. Mainly Winnie the Pooh, Calvin and Hobbes, and Peanuts. But really, any quote or song lyric that is even remotely applicable to my life lately I have been gravitating towards. I did this last year, as well. Hmm... maybe it's the time of year.
I can't think of anything else to say. I'll try to provide more specific stories in the next posts, but it's been so long since the last time, I forget a lot of things, and the rest just doesn't really seem relevant.
Tout mon amour!
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