On the other hand I kind of want them to go undefeated just so I can one day expunge on my experience among the locals during a time of unbridled Packers football FRENZY. It's already beyond normal 'fan support'. I can't even watch the weather without hearing about it. Even if it's Monday, and the next game is 6 days away, the local meteorologist puts a little icon of a Packers helmet on 'game day' during his daily "and here's the weather leading up to game-day" report. Is nothing sacred to you people?
The cello studio had it's first "studio dinner" tonight. Here's the highlight: on our way to Downer we were walking en-mass (taking up the whole sidewalk) when, out of nowhere, we failed to give way to an oncoming biker and he yelled at us, "Do you want a fritter up your cock?" I was stunned. I mean, what the hell? To top it off, he was definitely wearing a Packers sweatshirt.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
windblown hair and much fist-pumping
Tuesday night Kate and I drove around campus just to scope out the general situation; remarked on the ridiculously enormous construction site (complete with industrial crane) that is in the midst of creating our savior (the campus center), and we hazarded a guess as to how long (or short) until the first major incident involving a lawrentian and the construction site occurs. Driving west on college ave we spotted an incoming freshman and his parents walking in front of the chapel. Before I knew what I was doing I had rolled down the window and was yelling an MTV-spring-break-worthy "WELCOME WEEK> WOOOOOOO" complete with windblown hair and much fist pumping. The parents were a little stunned but the dude totally double fist pumped right back. So whoever you are; welcome to lawrence, man.
Life in Appleton is just great. Great in that 'my parents aren't around so I can pretend I'm an adult' kind of way... that is until I realize I'm writing a completely useless post for my lame new blog instead of warming up for my impending cello lesson. Watching new freshmen move in yesterday is forcing the reality of the situation; within a week I'm diving headfirst into 33 weeks of academic rigor. As they say in Texas; "I'm in the chute" (which I believe is a reference to cattle awaiting slaughter).
On the up side; Oktoberfest is also looming on the horizon. MEAT ON A STICK, DRINKING IN THE STREETS AND OVERWEIGHT PACKERS FANS...GIVE IT TO ME.
Tuesday night, it was my opinion that drinking games are overrated (Here's my drinking game... beer, mouth, swallow.)
Wednesday morning reminded me why the use of a drinking game to 'pace' oneself is a favorable idea.
It's been cloudy all morning and I'm running on 3 1/2 hours of anxiety ridden sleep - I have a lesson at 10am and I'm nervous like I've never been. It's not audition nerves; it's I want Janet's approval nerves. The sun just came out and I need to go warm up. The pads of my fingers are raw and I cut my nail on my right thumb TOO short - no matter how hard you try, summer always wreaks havoc on hand strength and calluses. There's nothing like the eternal autumnal task of painful practice to get yourself back in an academically musical state of mind.
The endless opportunities that come with the promise of fall term are irresistibly glorious. The possibility of being wildly successful is still very real (if only because you haven't yet had the chance to screw up).
Me? I'm shooting for just north of average and a few good memories.
Life in Appleton is just great. Great in that 'my parents aren't around so I can pretend I'm an adult' kind of way... that is until I realize I'm writing a completely useless post for my lame new blog instead of warming up for my impending cello lesson. Watching new freshmen move in yesterday is forcing the reality of the situation; within a week I'm diving headfirst into 33 weeks of academic rigor. As they say in Texas; "I'm in the chute" (which I believe is a reference to cattle awaiting slaughter).
On the up side; Oktoberfest is also looming on the horizon. MEAT ON A STICK, DRINKING IN THE STREETS AND OVERWEIGHT PACKERS FANS...GIVE IT TO ME.
Tuesday night, it was my opinion that drinking games are overrated (Here's my drinking game... beer, mouth, swallow.)
Wednesday morning reminded me why the use of a drinking game to 'pace' oneself is a favorable idea.
It's been cloudy all morning and I'm running on 3 1/2 hours of anxiety ridden sleep - I have a lesson at 10am and I'm nervous like I've never been. It's not audition nerves; it's I want Janet's approval nerves. The sun just came out and I need to go warm up. The pads of my fingers are raw and I cut my nail on my right thumb TOO short - no matter how hard you try, summer always wreaks havoc on hand strength and calluses. There's nothing like the eternal autumnal task of painful practice to get yourself back in an academically musical state of mind.
The endless opportunities that come with the promise of fall term are irresistibly glorious. The possibility of being wildly successful is still very real (if only because you haven't yet had the chance to screw up).
Me? I'm shooting for just north of average and a few good memories.
Monday, September 17, 2007
i just got tired of the old one.
i don't have anything particularly interesting to say on this new blog of mine. mostly i was just sick of the old one.
most of the excitement in my life has stemmed from cubs baseball, kate coming home from work, don juan (and other assorted excerpts), cleaning the apartment and a new commitment to eating more fiber. intersperse this with occasional csi marathons and, thus far, it's been one of my favorite Septembers in recent memory.
the new freshman move in on wednesday. so, tomorrow night kate and i are going out to dinner at fratellos just to lay eyes on all the new kiddos eating their last dinner with their parents. i can't be too much of a douche though bc i'm going to be in the theory classes with them in the spring... because my life is that much of a joke sometimes.
at least the captain-crunch chicken tenders will be delicious.
most of the excitement in my life has stemmed from cubs baseball, kate coming home from work, don juan (and other assorted excerpts), cleaning the apartment and a new commitment to eating more fiber. intersperse this with occasional csi marathons and, thus far, it's been one of my favorite Septembers in recent memory.
the new freshman move in on wednesday. so, tomorrow night kate and i are going out to dinner at fratellos just to lay eyes on all the new kiddos eating their last dinner with their parents. i can't be too much of a douche though bc i'm going to be in the theory classes with them in the spring... because my life is that much of a joke sometimes.
at least the captain-crunch chicken tenders will be delicious.
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