http://www.nfl.com/news/story?id=09000d5d80b27f55&template=without-video&confirm=true

YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not that I give a rat's ass about the superbowl, but the rumor on E Street has been that if he plays the Superbowl, there will be a new album coming out in early 2009, and the Superbowl performance will kick off a tour. Now, please let that be true.

Nanny

I can't believe it's been four years. Not a day goes by that I don't think of my grandmother. She was my best friend and I still miss her terribly every minute. I know that things got really bad at the end, but sometimes I would give anything to be back in the dialysis waiting room again. It makes me sad that her (and my mom) never got to see all that I've accomplished here, and it makes me really sad that they never got to see Matthew and Luke.

In other news, I'm Relay For Life Ceremonies Co-Chair. I'm so happy. My committee is responsible for planning, in particular, the luminaria ceremony, and choosing the music, which I'm obviously stoked about. I was thinking "Who You'd Be Today" by Kenny Chesney and "The Rising", by Bruce.

OHZ NOEZ

Xanadu, [Title of Show], and Legally Blonde have all announced closings this week.

Please, don't let Spring Awakening be next.

Breathe

I think I have the nervous breakdown under control. I planted my ass down in the library for four hours last night, but I didn't have a lot of work due today, so I was able to get a jump start on the massive amounts I have due tomorrow. I still have a reasonable workload tonight, but it's seeming a little more manageable than it did on Saturday. Plus, Octagon Fair is over, so that helps. One less thing to stress over. I also managed to get the perfect amount of sleep this weekend. I don't feel groggy and I don't feel tired. AND, I scrubbed my room down and did the massive amounts of laundry that were piling up.

Not to mention, I decided to be bad and go out Saturday night. It's nice to be completely back to normal with Emily. I missed her. You-know-who is still completely insane though, and has decided that since Kayleigh and I never stay at the Branch until last call, we're anti-social. Ooookay. As opposed to her, who just sits there looking bored and not talking the whole time. Whatevs. And she was "pacing herself" with her drinks (aka, judging us). Right. Because one of the three of us has managed to puke in the sink in the pantry. I'm pretty sure it wasn't me or Kayleigh. So continue to pace yourself. Kayleigh and I really need to get our drinking under control.

My favorite thing that happened at the bar this weekend was: we were playing Photo Hunt, and "Jungleland" (fave Springsteen song #2) came on, and Emily goes "this music makes me want to cry", and I'm think "great, here we go with how bad Bruce is", but I didn't say anything about it. Then later she goes "I said that song made me want to cry, not because it's bad, but because I'm starting to develop an affinity for Springsteen, especially that song, and it reminds me of this summer at the lake." Now, I don't want to say I told you so or anything, but this just proves that I am always right.

So, I love campaign season. This is the window in my room right now:

We have an Obama AND a McCain sign. But McCain is bigger and in bigger print, so I win.

This is my door. Kayleigh had to write Obama '08 on our whiteboard, because she doesn't have a cool sign, and then we wrote "Bipartisan Roomie Love", because, well, we love each.

Now, the interesting thing is that the president of College Dems lives right smack across the hall from me. Here is her door:

Now, personally I think mine looks better. The small thing is a sticker for John Tonello, who is running against George Winner for State Senate. She's missing something for Eric Massa (Randy Kuhl's opponent), but other than that, we have some serious sign wars going on. It's amusing, but at the end of the day, I don't really like her, and my door looks better (and more colorful, thus, more eye-catching).

Get your heads out of your asses

I'm horrified by how many of my friends have joined a group on facebook called "I have more foreign policy experience since Sarah Palin", especially since NONE of them are political science or international studies majors. These kids wouldn't know a thing about foreign policy if it bit them in their asses.

I have more foreign policy experience than Barack Obama. I've taken three foreign relations classes. My foreign policy experiences could kick my friends' foreign policy experiences' asses. So there. And in one of those classes, I ran Germany. For three weeks. I should be president.

As Mike Huckabee said, "you get more executive experience being governor for 2 years than being a senator for 10." And, Sarah Palin can see Russia from her backyard. We need to be keeping our eye on those cats. And, Sarah Palin does not need foreign policy experience. John McCain won't fuck around. Barack Obama will get walked all over.

The other day in my FOREIGN POLICY CLASS, we were talking about how we need to improve our relationship with Venezuela, and this girl was like "I don't care. Latin America is not high on my list of priorities" (which I agree with), and this guy was like "Well, they have oil!" Don't we have that? I thought we had oil? Maybe if we ACTUALLY USED IT, we wouldn't have to worry.

Mountain Day Roulette

This is the summary of my September:
I end the day with coffee stains my teeth, disastrous hair, massive headaches, pen-stained hands, and highlighter all over...EVERYTHING. Hands, face, bed...I should just paint myself yellow.

So we were all expecting Mountain Day on Wednesday. I've learned my lesson in the past, and I did all my work Tuesday night. Thank God!!! I was shocked to wake up and see that we had class. So we're all playing the "when is it going to be?" game, and everyone knows it won't be on a Friday or Monday, and today was the memorial service for a prof that died over the summer. So anyway, we're all like "is he seriously going to make us sing until Tuesday?". So last night I went to singing angrily, despite the fact that I had over 60 pages of reading for my 9:55 class (second class of the day). So after, I angrily storm over to the library and plant my ass down, but by 11:30 I had the WORST headache and felt like I was going to cry, so I said fuck it and packed up. I went home, set my alarm for 5am, and went to sleep. But thank god, there was a "o hai, it's Mountain Day" slip under my door when the alarm went off...so, this is how I spent my Mountain Day...

I've just been so tired and run down lately. I think the reality is that my course schedule is too much for me, but I like all of my classes, and it's too late to drop now. Yoga ends in October, so that's an extra hour each morning that I can look forward to. Kayleigh makes fun of me because between 8am and 5pm, if I'm not in class, I'm asleep. Then I wake up, deal with dinner and club meetings, and do my homework, and go to bed. It's not easy being such a leader like me ;-)

Drama, drama, drama...

So it's Mountain Day singing time again. Yay. Nothing like freezing your ass off in the President's driveway for two hours and not having enough time to do your homework just so you can get a day off and be even more behind, but it's all in the name of school spirit and unity, right?

Wrong. So last night was class night, and our class is pathetic and tiny, so there were probably 40 of us there, dressed in our theme (yeah Risky Business), but we were spirited as hell. Every single one of us gave it our all. Furthermore, we've never won class night. And furthermore, we were there first, smack in front of the president's door. So then the 2011s come in with their Grease theme (ps, my dorm did that last year, nice job). And there's a ton of them. And they're loud, and they're obnoxious, and frankly, they're rude and disrespectful. Some of them were smoking on the President's lawn. And they chanted rude things, they cheered over our cheer. Basically, it was ridiculous. And the 2012s and 2010s barely had a showing.

So, the winner is based on how well your group follows the theme, how well your group follows the rules, your spirit, and your turnout. Obviously, we didn't have the turnout, but everything else was there, and we were completely respectful of everyone else. And did I mention we've never won Mountain Day (first freshmen class to not win class night in YEARS), because we were always overshadow by the 2008s. Except last year, when the 2011s won.

So we won. Go us. No one was expecting it, but we deserved. So then all the freaking sophomores start pitching a hissy fit and saying it's rigged. Okay, kiss my ass. They won last year, and they didn't follow the rules. And it's not rigged for seniors, because the seniors NEVER win. And in the grand scheme of things, does it matter? You get $100 for your class. That's it. If I had $100, I would freaking give it to the 2011s. That's how much it doesn't matter. So we go to the bar as a class last night, and I go home, do my work, and go to bed, expecting it to blow over.

And then I wake up this morning to a facebook group called "The 2011s are the real winners of Mountain Day." Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me? Can we grow up?

We're supposed to be uniting as a school to get a day off from classes. Nothing like missing the point. We won because we gave it our all and we were respectful, which goes a long with Dr. Meier and SA Exec.

My friend Jeremy and I decided that not only are we the College Dems/Republicans bridge, we now have to bridge the gap between the 2009s and 2011s. At least one of them is reasonable.

But I'm over it.

7 Years? Really?

Wow, you guys are old.

Happy anniversary to Keena and Jeff! I can't believe it's really been that long. Anyways, you guys are a wonderful couple and I hope someday that I'm as lucky as you have been. And thanks for giving me my nephews. I love you!

And the award goes to...

Me: What should we do between now and 9:30?
Kayleigh: I dunno, act like douchebags?
Me (holding my yoga mat to my nose): Look! I'm an elephant!
Kayleigh: I see we're off to a good start...

YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.playbill.com/news/article/121169.html

Maybe I'll actually get to see it this time. And it won't get rained out :-D

Nederlander, please?

And...

The final curtain just dropped.

Life goes on
But I'm gone...

Goodbye, Love

So RENT is closing today. Really, I have no words, and I really need to write about this, but honestly, I have no clue what to say. First of all, I don't really think that it's sunk in yet. They announced the closing so long ago (January) that it still seems like almost a hypothetical, and that RENT still has half a year or so left, and obviously I can get back to New York to see it one more time. Obviously, that's not true. I said my goodbyes, I saw the show one more time after they announced the closing, I walked by the Neder last time I was in the city to see the theater with Rent stuff on it one more time, and I've thought about this every day since they announced it.


So, the shorthand of a three-year relationship...I was miserable in the Aaron aftermath, I saw the movie and really watched it, and it taught me how to live again. Not to mention it really opened my mind. RENT, more than any other piece of pop culture (except MAYBE Springsteen) has shaped my life more than anything else. And even though I've cheated on RENT a lot, it will always be my favorite (sorry, SA). I love RENT. I'm looking forward to seeing the tour, and I'm really looking forward to an eventual revival.









So here's a look back...

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It's time now to sing out, though the story never ends/Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends/Remember the love

No other road/No other way/ No day but today

Matty

My big buddy is starting school today! I can't believe it! It seems like only yesterday that I was driving to the hospital with Dad, Sara, and Mariah to go meet him. They grow up too fast. I know that he will make lots of new friends and have an all-around great time at school, and I'm excited for him. I'm even jealous. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the beginning and do some things differently. Anyway, I hope he's as smart as his aunt his (just kidding). I will be thinking about him today, and I can't wait to hear all about it!

Keena, no crying.

These Are The Best Days

Results of the senior song. Very sad.

This kid is the reason I want to teach.

These guys are my little tiny buddies.

Candlelight :(

A pretty accurate summary of the past 3 years of friendship between these two.

My ladies.

This was after the necessary senior post-candlelight jumping into the fountain.Academic Dinner. My favorite juniors
And most importantly...BEANIES AT THE BAR!

Here's our class song...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZrcnuLQ6XI

I'm in the back row, fourth from the right.