Football in a Hurricane and the Effects of 3.5 Hour Naps

Today was a pretty amazing day, all things considered. TCU's football game was at noon today instead of 6 in an effort to avoid the brunt of Ike, though ironically enough I think we got it worse at noon than we would have at six. Although I was sleeping through what was supposed to be the worst part of the storm so I guess I wouldn't really know. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I watched the first quarter on TV cause I still wasn't quite awake yet (it's the weekend... gimme a break!), but after much cajoling by my friends, I went in time to see the start of the second quarter and the rest of the game. Well of course I wasn't thinking when I left my room and so didn't realize I'd forgotten my umbrella until I got there and it started raining. Fortunately for me, both of my friends had ponchos on, so I huddled up between them whenever it started raining.

The weather wasn't actually as bad as I was expecting it to be. I mean it was really windy and it was pretty much raining sideways throughout the entire game, but I was expecting something close to the apocalypse so it wasn't really too bad. I didn't bring my camera with me cause I didn't want it to get wet, but I wish I had so I could have documented the craziness. We actually had a really good time, and after a while the fans started chearing for Ike. It was pretty amazing. And aside from some really awful calls by the refs, we won the game 31 14. And can I just go ahead and say how RUDE the Stanford band was? We were really respectful during their alma mater, and they played right through ours! It was made even worse by the fact that they were on OUR turf and totally disrespecting us.

Anyway, I was pretty much soaked by the end of the game and couldn't wait to get into some DRY. When my roommate got back (she's in colorguard), we decided it was high time for a nap. I don't know how long she slept for since she went to sleep after me and woke up before I did, but I definitely slept for three and a half hours. It was a really deep sleep, too. I had about three different dreams and thought it was Sunday morning when I woke up. Needless to say, I am now wide awake. I've been tooling around on the internet as a result of my current insomnia, and LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND! This is pretty much the coolest website I have ever seen. You upload a picture of yourself and the website shows you what you would have looked like back in the day. It goes all the way from 1950 to 2000. I saved too many pictures to post, but here are my faves:

1958. Check out that collar!

1962. How on earth do you a) style your hair like that and b) make it stay?!

1976. I think my mom used to have a similar haircut... and probably a similar shirt.

1978. This one's my fave. I've ALWAYS wanted a fro. Too bad I don't have the right kind of hair!

1986. Does anyone else think that hairdo looks like Michael Jackson's from around the same time?

2000. It was only 8 years ago and it's kind of hard for me to imagine the fashion then being any different from the fashion now. 'Course, I was only 11 at the time. I don't think I even knew what fashion was...

Anywho, it is now 1:37 and I figure it's high time for me to make an attempt at sleeping. It's either that or work on the history homework I've been neglecting, and as much as I enjoy my history class, I enjoy sleep astronomically more. :]

Jacob

There's been an addition to the family. On Tuesday, September 9, Jacob Luke Awbrey was born to my cousin Tricia and her husband Jordan. He is 7 lbs 10 oz and the most beautiful baby that has ever been born to anyone. =)

In other news, life has been pretty busy for me lately. I'm historian of two different organizations on campus, plus all of the work I supposed to be doing for my classes. I'm currently working on three instruments, plus voice. That's a TON of practicing. Not to mention homework for all my other classes. So far I've been able to balance things fairly well. I even have a semblance of a social life, which is a change from last year. I just hope the work doesn't start to pile up as the semester goes on. The stress is already starting to have effects on my face!

Anywho, I'm going to go hunker down and hide from Ike and maybe get a few things accomplished in the process. Until next time! :]

Wearing Thin

Goodness, it's only the first day of the week and I'm already exhausted! This may or may not have something to do with the fact that I stayed up til 1:15 last night. ANYWAY....

I feel like I need to explain my bad mood and moody entry from last night. The reason for my bad mood was "Realize" by Colbie Caillat. My friend Tara wanted me to listen to it because it's supposedly her life story (it is... I'm pretty sure Colbie Caillat was chanelling Tara when she wrote it), and the song and the music video are so sad that it put me in a really unhappy mood. I started listening to my ever-faithful happy music, but for some reason last night it just made me even more melancholy. My roommate had already gone to bed so it was just me, sad music, and my thoughts. And so last night's entry was born. It turns out, however, that Barbie did try to call me earlier in the evening, but I had left my phone in my car and thus didn't get it. So everything is just hunky dory right now and no need to fret, etc. I'm in a much better mood today despite the fact that I could probably sleep for three hours at least if I fell asleep right now.

As it is, however, I need to leave for class ahora mismo (it's been three years since I've taken Spanish so forgive me if that's incorrect). Peace!

BFFF?

Ok so I realize it's been almost a month since my last entry, but I think it's safe for me to say that y'all (whoever "y'all" happen to be) can expect irregular updates from me. Anyhow, I really do have a reason for writing this, and that reason is that I really need to get the following complaint off my chest, but I'm not sure who to talk to about it or really even how to say it. So here goes, and wish me luck.

I love my best friend to death. She's pretty much my other half/the sister I never had, et cetera et cetera et cetera. Here's the thing: I'm always waiting on her. At least, I feel like I'm always waiting on her. When we're at home and I call her to hang out, she's got some things to do and she'll call me when she's done. Or she's gonna go get a late dinner and she call me when she's back. When I call her up just cause I wanna talk about nothing in particular, she's in the middle of something or is on her way to somewhere and will call me when she's done doing whatever it is. Sometimes she does and sometimes she doesn't.

Here's the other thing: when she doesn't have a boyfriend, she's looking for one. She has one right now, and he's pretty much Mr. Perfect. I feel like our relationship as friends comes second to theirs as significant others or lovers or whatever you want to call it. They talk more often and see each other more often and do everything more often. And I realize this all sounds petty and stupid and it probably is, but it really bothers me sometimes.

What prompted me to write this entry tonight was that earlier today she suggested we scheduled some time to talk since we can't really seem to catch each other, especially now that we're back in school, and I suggested tonight. She agreed. We didn't talk. Now while I admit to letting my computer go idle at one point while I got distracted by Sex and the City in the other room, I waited faithfully on the internet and by my phone. I don't know if the time she decided to get on was at the same time my computer decided to turn off, but we still have phones, don't we?

I guess the real problem is that I go out of my way and around the corner for every single one of my friends, and for little things, too. If I'm in the middle of something and they want to talk, I drop what I'm doing and talk. Rarely do I feel like they'd do the same for me. It just seems to be manifesting itself more clearly in me and Barbie's relationship than with anyone else. And don't take this to mean that I'm angry with Barbie or anything, because I'm not. She'd have to do something extraordinarily awful for me to even consider being angry with her. I just wish that my friends would think about doing for me what I'd do in a heartbeat for them.

I think this is something I'd eventually like to bring up with her, but I have a tendency to avoid confrontation at all costs. And anyway, if I tried to talk to her about this in my current mental state, I'd be more likely to say the wrong thing and fuck everything up than make it all better. Any advice regarding the situation and what, if anything, I should do about it would be greatly appreciated.

And because I'd like to end this post on a semi-happy note, here's the two of us being awesome at her house at three in the morning. Despite all of my previous complaints, my best friend still kicks your best friend's ass. :]