FIRE!!!
We had quite an exciting night here on campus!
To update you on some recent history, yesterday the hot water heater that supplies my sorority house as well as our next door neighbor's house busted. We were left all last night and all day today with no hot water. If anyone wanted to shower (and most people do) we had to go across campus to the dorms.
When I returned home tonight after a trip to Atlanta, I was happy to see that the hot water was back on. Knowing that when I turned the faucet on there would be some nasty crap and air in the pipes, I cranked it on and let it run. A few minutes later, one of my sisters who lives down the hall came barreling through my door screaming, "Kelly come quick! The fire department is here!"
I, being the curious cat that I am, threw on some slippers and ran out the door. I was greeted by several of our next door neighbors wearing pajamas and a few only in towels. Apparently, I wasn't the only one to be excited to have hot water again. Our next door neighbors had also discovered this wonderful news and ran their faucets to clean them out and began to make up for the showers they had missed lastnight and today. With all the activity, our new hot water heater couldn't keep up. It decided to over heat which set the fire alarm off at our neighbor's house!
It was quite a sight... firemen everywhere... 5 or 6 fire trucks with their lights flashing... girls pouring out from all the surrounding dorms to see what all the comotion was about. Thankfully, there was no real danger. In a short amount of time, the firemen decked out in full gear came out of the house letting us know that the coast was clear.
In normal fashion, many of the girls (myself included) waited around while the firemen took off their gear and got ready to go. "Hey, can I get a picture with you?" I asked one of them. It's not frequent that we get some good looking men around here on our small women's college campus.
"Sure!" He was super nice... one of his buddies gave one of my friends his helmet and I got to wear his. So now I have a souvinere of the night!
Been a while, eh?
I'm back... at least for today.
It's been a while, eh? Sorry 'bout that. I'll try to do better.
Life has been a little strange lately. The reality of graduating from college and becoming an "adult" is starting to settle in. I know that I won't be completely done with school after this year, I still have one more year of grad school, but I will have moved on from undergrad life of living in my sorority house, going to bed whenever I feel like it and always having someone to take random trips around town (or to another town) whenever we feel like it. In a way it's really sad to think about, but at the same time it's so exciting to think that I'll be that much closer to being independent.
I guess the other strange event in my life is that I recently got engaged. I really couldn't be any more excited about it and don't thing that I could have found a better man to spend the rest of my life with than Nick. It's just all very strange to think that I won't have the same lastname anymore. I know I could keep mine, but I think that makes so many things extremely confusing. I didn't realize how all-consuming planning a wedding can be when my friends who were already engaged told me about it. It's like you think about it 24 hours a day, everyday. It's a good think I'm exicted about it! Days have already been filled with guest lists, ceramony sites, reception sites, band vs. DJ conversations, menu selections, alcohol discussions, etc, etc, etc. There is so much to do!!! Good think I have a while to get everything together. When's the big day, you ask? 7-7-07. Who could ask for a luckier day?! So needless to say, I've got a while to let everything settle in and to plan my perfect day! (If there really is such a thing).
Wish me luck, we're certainly going to need it!
I'm back... at least for today.
It's been a while, eh? Sorry 'bout that. I'll try to do better.
Life has been a little strange lately. The reality of graduating from college and becoming an "adult" is starting to settle in. I know that I won't be completely done with school after this year, I still have one more year of grad school, but I will have moved on from undergrad life of living in my sorority house, going to bed whenever I feel like it and always having someone to take random trips around town (or to another town) whenever we feel like it. In a way it's really sad to think about, but at the same time it's so exciting to think that I'll be that much closer to being independent.
I guess the other strange event in my life is that I recently got engaged. I really couldn't be any more excited about it and don't thing that I could have found a better man to spend the rest of my life with than Nick. It's just all very strange to think that I won't have the same lastname anymore. I know I could keep mine, but I think that makes so many things extremely confusing. I didn't realize how all-consuming planning a wedding can be when my friends who were already engaged told me about it. It's like you think about it 24 hours a day, everyday. It's a good think I'm exicted about it! Days have already been filled with guest lists, ceramony sites, reception sites, band vs. DJ conversations, menu selections, alcohol discussions, etc, etc, etc. There is so much to do!!! Good think I have a while to get everything together. When's the big day, you ask? 7-7-07. Who could ask for a luckier day?! So needless to say, I've got a while to let everything settle in and to plan my perfect day! (If there really is such a thing).
Wish me luck, we're certainly going to need it!
Next Topic, PLEASE!
Alex Trebek: 'It's been a long day's night, I should be sleeping like a this.'
ding Burt Reynolds.
Burt: Chinese whore.
Alex: No.
ding John Travolta.
John: Chinese whore doesn't rhyme with dog.
Alex: I know that's why it was a wrong answer.
Do days ever feel like this to you? Like all you want to do is just move on to the next topic or event but some idiot prevents you from doing so?
It's been like that all week for me. All week.
Seems like I've been in nothing but meetings for the last few days. Class, then meetings. Class really isn't an exeption of this phenomenon either. In fact, I think it's almost a worse situation. Here's about how it goes:
Professor lectures for a full two hours on something irrelevant (i.e. the neurological process of cats pooping - I'm not kidding, one of my professors talked about this for two hours one day). A full two hours! And in this two hours, not one person raises their hand or asks a question. Just when the prof. wraps up the discussion to move on to a new topic, some moron will raise their hand and comment on something like, "My cat poops sometimes... is that like what we're talking about right now?"
No, your cat poops differently than any other cat. Your cat is a special cat.
Sometimes it just makes me want to stand up and throw my pistachio shells across the room.
Why can't we just MOVE ON?!
Morning routine
It's 5:30 in the morning. The sun is still sleeping, as I should be. But alas, it's Wednesday morning. Time for crew practice.
I stumble out of my too tall, too small college bed and brush my teeth. Throw a light jacket on and grab my keys. Granola bar and water bottle in hand, I make my way outside to join a growing group of sleepy-eyed fellow rowers.
After a hazy recolection of getting to the boathouse, I make my way over to the oar racks, walk them down to the dock and head back for my boat.
It's not heavy. Weighing in at only 33 pounds, I carefully pick it up off the racks and with the help of my coach I balance it on my head like an African woman carrying a basket and slowly walk my boat back to the dock.
Going in on the right hand side.... feet to the edge... onto my shoulder and roll it in.
My coach holds the riggers so the boat doesn't float away and goes over what I need to work on while I get my oars placed into the oarlocks.
"You need to work on getting your hands away at the release. Try pausing at the catch to get an idea of where your handle height should be and then start pausing at the release to get a feel for the handle height there.
Don't pull hard strokes, Kelly. You need to get your technique perfected first. A boat with strong technique will run much faster than a boat with poor technique."
"Alright, Jack. Thanks... I think I got it."
He lets go of the boat and puts the bow light on so he can see me in the dark.
Oars across... one foot in... and down.
My hips barely fit within the peramiters of the boat. It's a mens lightweight boat, and weighing only 135 I still barely fit. Jack grabs ahold of the blade of my port oar and pushes me off the dock.
"Stay in the bay, alright?" He says to me, " I have to keep an eye on the novice boats, too."
"Alright, Jack. I'll stay close."
This is my favorite part. Just starting to row. Only using my arms and body, watching to boathouse get smaller and smaller as I row away from it. There is no way to describe the feeling you get being out there all alone with nothing surrounding you but water. The air is cool and dry above the water, but when I'm down that close to it, it's warm and humid. When I start to pick up speed, the different temperatures mix together like fresh warm sweet tea on ice.
I spend a good hour working on my technique. Keeping my handle heights even, making sure I'm catching both blades at the same time, releasing at the same time, maintaining the correct lay-back. The sun starts to come up and streaks shades of orange, yellow, red, and pink across the sky. There's nothing I'd rather be doing at 6 o'clock in the morning.
Alas, my time is up. Back to the dock I go... pull my oars in and place them on the dock. Pick my boat back up and balance it on my head as I head back to the boat house. Back to campus I go... keys and waterbottle in hand... make my way to my room and crawl back into my too tall, too small college bed for a short nap before class.
Don't Funk With My Heart
Oh man... apparently no one at my school uses blogspot.com, so I had to get another blog to keep up with them. Check out the link for it "My other blog". There's more pics and stuff because they're easier to download there.
>>Random thought: You know that Black Eyed Peas song "Don't Funk With My Heart"? Alright, I'm really liking that song lately, but I'm pretty mad at a local radio station because they insist on playing "Don't Mess With My Heart".
Come on, people. It's already "funk"! Sheesh!
Don't be a prostitue
>>At a meeting last night for my sorority, we were discusing ways for us to look more "positive" on campus before Rush starts... one of the suggestions was for us to look in the dictionary or thesaurus for more appropriate words to substitue our use of three and four letter words.
I thought for a minute... looked at one of my sisters who frequently and lovingly calls people "hoes", and said, "You prostitute!"
Back to the Books
So I'm back in the 'ol sorority house. It's good to be back. I enjoyed my summer at home, but there's nothing quite like living in a house with 20 other girls. Spent Sunday moving in and unpacking. Got my own room too! Ah, the benefits of being a senior! Didn't go to bed until 3am, though. Couldn't go to bed before I had everything in it's place. No classes today or yesterday, so I've been busy shopping and hanging out. Lastnight I really got back into the swing of things. Had a meeting, hung out, made a random trip to Wendy's, pulled a few harmless pranks... the usual.
Anyone know any good pranks? I'd like to cause some mayhem around here as much as possible this year.
