An Update Since Spring Semester Ended

Well, here I am again, writing. It always feels nice to sit down with a glass of wine and begin spilling out the thoughts that race through my mind everyday.

Spring semester ended with a great surprise. I managed to raise my GPA to 3.0 and ended the semester with a 3.6 for the term. How wonderful. I was truly surprised and excited for Fall semester to begin so I could continue in my new effort to become scholarly and retain everything I've learned thus far. Granted, I realize that I won't retain everything I have been taught, but remembering that Latin America will likely see an economic boom within the next ten years is probably something I will need to remember, as America's economy slips into an inevitable recession and jobs are being outsourced to foreign countries for significantly less wages than here in the Homeland. I would start a political analysis, but I think I am far too uneducated to start a ramble about something of that "importance."

Here's what I've got to say: my mind is going to wander into something and bridge to another topic, but I have also come to find that some interesting ideas sprout from letting my mind work through the pieces.

This is where I begin...

Since high school, I have lost a lot of friends. I can't say that anyone I knew in high school was really a friend...maybe more of an acquaintance; someone who you knew you could talk to in class, or maybe sit with at lunch, and even still, I might hurt some feelings by saying that, but of those I did consider friends, few remain to be a major part of my life. With the technology of Myspace(R) and Facebook(R), I see more people staying actively involved in one another's life, but at the same, I can't help but notice the trend of ever changing friendships and romantic interests. Those who have come and gone from my surroundings have told me more than one thing: a. they weren't meant to be there forever, and b. those who truly care are still around.

For instance, I have had a friend that has remained close since the third grade. I think if you can make it through high school without losing that tie, things will likely work towards one's favors.

I find myself caring less and less about what people seem to think of my current lifestyle. Where I attend school and work to make money is really quite irrelevant at this point. I see this world changing drastically by the time I leave college and look for a job. I want to deal with the written word...more ideally, work for a publishing house and edit, maybe move my way up to public relations and marketing. I don't see this country having a need for accountants and business professionals. I believe America will fall into a creative era. Our jobs will include originality and creativity, instead of continuing to be a nation of sell, sell, sell. I think that we will become entertainers. When countries like India, China, and Brazil boom and take over the global market of technology and the like, those countries will turn to us for films, books, art, and truly individualistic goods. This will separate the robots from the humans. The ones who can continue to produce the culture of America will be the ones who will be America.

At least that is what I slightly hope. I don't mean to sound like money isn't almost everyone's (well at least those who start out with hardly any) motivation, but I really am not striving to become a millionaire. I'd be extremely content just loving my job and making enough money. I don't need to have six cars or even one stupidly expensive one, and I definitely don't need a house that will cost me more in mortgage that I'd ever want to spend. It'd be nice to have enormous home and lots of "items" that people tend to think are really what is important in defining success, but to me, success is finding happiness in the life you've come to build for yourself, and to me, that's enough. A family that loves me and will grow into something phenomenal , with enough money to make myself feel like I made it, and that my children, if i decide to have a family, are taken care of better than I was growing up.

And that's all I need.

As Time Floats By

First, let me say thank you to everyone who has commented on my posts! Thanks for the encouragement and support. Also, I have 16, so I only need what...4 more? Anyone who has commented and I have failed to visit your blog, please let me know and I would be happy to contribute!

I'm working on my MC assignment again, which is about 12 pages altogether. I'm editing the darn thing now and I keep making minor, but significant changes. I hate that I'm so obsessive about grammar and spelling. Even when people speak, I can tell if improper speech is being used. I try not to say anything, but sometimes, it just happens.

Well, I was thinking about the days back in high school when I'd be worried about a major project, assignment, or paper, and how much my acedemics have changed since then. Back then (yeah a whole 3-7 years ago) I was worried about college, and how well I would succeed and now as it is almost here and gone, I wonder if work will be less stressful than it seems now. I can't figure out for the life of me what I want to be or what kind of life I would be happy with obtaining after I graduate. Then, I wonder if I will turn out to be successful and how far I might reach.

It didn't seem as real as it does now, back in high school that is[preposition again]. I have around 2-3 years left of college, depending on whether I change majors 3 or 4 more times or if I can finish my double major at the right time. Then, after student loans, and getting my life settled, will I make enough money? Will I reach to be scholarly, make breakthroughs, write something prize-worthy? Or will I be a mom and a wife who works as an English teacher at the town high school and is the sponsor for a after school clubs? I cannot decided what I want after college, and it's even harder to distinguish my wants from what people influence me to want.

Luckily, it's not all over yet. I am really ready for college to be over, and I feel as if I have so much more left. I wonder if today's Fortune 500's ever thought that was where they would end up. With fortune and fame, does one lose true happiness and seek the materialistic to account for failing in one's personal life?

Mass Communications Post

Here I am, at work again, working on homework. That's okay because I'm still getting paid. But that homework assignment was a heavy load. I actually wrote over 11 pages. I felt like it was my thesis paper. There are only about 5 weeks left of school and I feel so anxious. One of my instructors keeps messing up the grade page on BlackBoard, which worries me because I don't want her to mess up my grade. I have an 8 page paper to work on, and a presentation in two weeks. On top of that, this MC assignment, online quizzes, and needing about 19 more hours for my Italian lab, I'm just completely overwhelmed. How is everyone dealing with the last few weeks of class?



Help me!!

The Call of the Wild?

Recognize these guys? I sure do, and guess what else? I hear them every morning around 8:00am calling and frocking in their gaggles as they roam throughout Cougar Village. In the beginning, it was not so bad; I rarely heard them, and they certainly never woke me from my slumber. I'm sure some animal rights activists would yell at me for saying this, but there have been numerous occasions that I've wanted to prop a BB gun out of my apartment window and open fire on these little noise makers.



Ever seen this guy?

Yeah, he's out there lurking too. He's big, mean, and fierce. He has two little "roadies" that are, I'd say like his sidekicks.



Yeah, this is momma goose. She's laying eggs in the parking lot, next to your car, in that tiny spot of grass. She hikes up her neck and hisses if you look too long, or if you get too close.

I've had friends that get attacked on campus by these little waterfowl creatures. I have to say they are just a plain pest, an annoyance, and I really cannot wait until they stop interrupting my sleep patterns.

Panic! at the Disco.

Panic at the Disco


the Hush Sound


Motion City Soundtrack


What's kickin' chicken? I am so, so, so, very excited about this concert coming up May 30th. It is going to be amazing. Not only do I get to see Panic, but I get to see Motion City and my new favorites...The Hush Sound. This show will be worth the $41 I spent on the tix.

I believe tickets are already sold out, so I have to say KUDOS! to Garret for jumping on the ball so fast!!! Thanks!

My friend Kenny introduced me to The Hush Sound, which has become one of my favorite groups to listen to. I cannot wait to go to this show, which is on May 30th. My only other wish would be to see DMB at Busch Stadium, but that is already sold out, if I'm not mistaken! So, the next concert will likely be Pointfest, which is a continuing tradition for me and my friend Lacie.
Summer concerts are amazing! Later gater!!

The Stuff I See.

Last night I got to go to my first Cardinals game of the season. My favorite player is Yadier Molina: he's got a cute butt, a nice smile, and yeah, I got to see my slow runner round the bases in his moment of glory for the first time since I've been to the new Busch Stadium. Home run Yadi!!! Yep, I went just a little nuts. Then before I know it we lost. That is rather upsetting considering we totally would've dominated face the night before (which we totally were considering it was 5-1), you know the actual home opener that was rained out.... What was even more amazing was being one of the starters of the chant, "YADI, YADI, YADI" in the bottom of the ninth, with Yadi being the last at bat. What a night, I enjoyed every minute of it!




Ok, the other night I was watching 'That 70's Show' and Lori had these blue pants on. Granted, I know that in the "70s", high waisted pants were all that and a bag of chips, but to see it on television was just a little disturbing. How, can one not know he or she has a camel toe? Really, it's not something you are completely unaware of...and I'm guessing some random looks down yonder might indicate something is going on...

I recall the most infamous camel "toers" were cafeteria lunch ladies. It really never failed.




The other night I was driving home from work and to my left is some guy digging deeper than the US for oil.

I wanted to hand him a tissue and help resolve the apparent issue.
Okay, we've all picked our noses, but in the car? C'mon now...




Watch the clip.
Across the Universe

This movie looks phenominal. Really. The Beatles. Vietnam War. Plus, it's sort of a chick flick, but not really considering I think most guys might actually be sort of intrigued. It's about the draft, the war, love, music, drugs, and being young. It looks awesome to me...and I really wanna see it.

This is actually like the second blog I've had. I deleted my old one, which is pretty intense because I worked on it for a long time. That's okay though, it's just one more thing I can do while I should be working. It's hard to work when there is literally nothing to work on.

So, I remember from high school they always drilled not to end a sentence with a preposition. That is so hard. I catch myself doing it all the time. When I try to reformat the sentence, it just sounds stupid and I leave it as is.[..see.]




I really am looking forward to summer. I'm ready to swim and frollic through the sands of Carlyle Lake (lol, I'm only half way kidding here) and drink drink drink. Why, since I've turned 21, do I love drinking so much more now than I did before? It's like 6-fold better. Not to sound like a Nancy, but I didn't like the risks involved with drinking underage. I mean it was fun, but now it's just amazingly better.

Plus, the Casino experience rocked my face...and I lost $30. It was worth it though.


Yeah, I loved it.