you cant always get what you want...

...Like an Xbox w/38 games from Sharon King of South Carolina, who has had 2 weeks to ship it to me, or at least provide me with a UPS tracking code so I can verify her claim that she "sent it last week." It's hard to believe her when she didn't return several phone calls or emails for a week. The only reason she answered the last time I called was because I used a different number. Time to file a claim AND leave negative feedback. Take that, along with my $300, Sharon!

...Like a way out of tricky ethical situations.

...Like more time to do homework. It's going to be a busy night, but I can't stay up late because I've got to anchor in the morning. I really wanted to see Bob Dole and Al Gore speak on campus tonight, but I'm going to be editing or researching. Oh well, like the song says...

I can't always get what I want. But I need a hotdog, and I'm going to get that.

avoiding homework

I was sitting here having an internal struggle with myself about what to do for the next hour before class. I have some homework, actually several weeks of homework to catch up on, for my next class. But I don't feel like doing it. Instead I will fall further (farther?) behind. And then I remembered I have this wonderful blog that no one reads, and I decided to waste some time with it. This is going to be another busy week. I stupidly signed up for the Daily Update every day. And I've got a broadcast story and an investigative piece on a Dallas city council member due, an ethics test, an editorial, and all of my laundry and a pile of dishes in the kitchen. Family weekend was bad timing this year. I could've used this weekend to do something, though not much. There would have been lots of time wasting in between flashes of work.

Saturday after the game we went over to CatKalMegs. KTCCHHHH reunited for another game of Cranium, and chalked up another win. SOME people tried to cheat, but we still prevailed. Then we busted out the Twister mat and had a grand ole time creating sexual tension. They need to make an adult sized Twister mat. That game is small.

Oooh, I've done a pretty good job wasting time. But now my attention is wearing thin. I think I'll look for places to camp.

snowball fight in hell

Obviously the end is near. Hell has frozen, and it's just a matter of time before we all get thrown into the Lake of Fire. Last night, the SMU football team won a game....of football! Granted, we were only playing San Jose State, but we're the team that loses to Baylor and UTEP on a regular basis. It was a good, solid win. I was at the game, and watched as a mob of students rushed the field after the game to tear down the goal post. Unfortunately, one student got hurt pretty badly and is in intensive care. I swear, we're making a great reputation for this school, putting people in the hospital from drinking water and celebrating wins. So that was last night, and then this afternoon the Houston Texans upset the Chiefs, 24-21. There must be something amiss, cosmically speaking.

No nose is good nose

I'm not really into mass complaining through my blog, but I figured putting the story here would be easier than re-telling it several times.

Me, Andy, Tim, Aaron and Brittany were all standing around in Brittany's yard after her birthday gathering. It was a pleasant time, complete with all of the games that make Brittany's house Brittany's, as well as hamburgers and poison cake. We're bored, and Andy remembers that I had promised to wrestle him when we were camping. He warms up on Tim, and then we decide to go. Round one I drop him to the ground and manage to accidentally twist his shoulder almost out of place. We stop after that because it's hurting, and no one wants to mess it up more. But then five min later he says it's ok and we can go again. We're staring eachother down, and when Andy rushes me I throw him to the ground on his stomach. As I'm falling down to pin him he rolls over in his wily Andy manner, and swings his knee directly into my face. There's a loud crack and my nose starts bleeding. Sorry for messing up your party Brittany. We decide it's best to go to the ER. Tim, Andy and I go. It takes forever. If you are dying don't go to Doctor's Hospital on Buckner in Dallas. You will die, but not before seeing Headline News repeat 6 times.

I have a fractured nose. But on the plus side, I can get narcotics without smuggling them in through my ass. I should have thought of this sooner. It hurts some, but what are you gonna do? It's a new experience for me, and it doesn't look that bad. No hard feelings Andy.

mistakes

I know what I should do in most situations, I just don't do it. I need to get better about that. No self discipline over here. Sorry, Chewy.

chewy's here

Yup, my old high school pal Chewy came in for a visit this weekend. He's been feeding my competitive urges, which are strong to quite strong. We of course have played some super smash bros. Good times. And we did the mandatory Rockfish trip this evening. I forgot that they had changed their menu and upped the prices. I think we'll have to find a new spot to go. Luckily, we avoided Wayne, the overly forward middle-aged waiter that we've gotten the past 4 or 5 times. He's a little creepy.

There's not much to blog about right now. Friday I finished a late editorial, then went in to work late. All weekend I've been bumming around my apt. while Chewy is here. Simply living my life, doing my ordinary routine in my ordinary life with my ordinary self. I'm extra ordinary.

whirlwind of days

It is now Thursday night, I believe. All of my days are running together. I did not sleep last night, instead I sat in front of several computers in Umphrey Lee and edited video and graphics all night. I got home at 8 this morning, in time to take a quick nap and then do some campaign finance research for one of my classes. I was also editing Tuesday night, but not late. I did go in wed morning at 9 to finish. These past 2 days have been a whirlwind of me bouncing between work, editing, class, and the occasional trip home. It's just about over (i still have a late editorial to do), but tomorrow afternoon I should be done with all this craziness. Oh, at some point in my delirium I dropped $300 on an xbox from ebay. Ebay + night = bad. I hope it gets here soon.

Chewy is coming to visit this weekend. Connie asked me not to do anything dumb like shave his head, which gave me a great idea. Chewy and I should shave our heads.

In other random blog thoughts: all SMU girls sound the same. I don't mean they have the same vocab. & phrases. I mean they have the same voice. Well, not the same. There's about 4 voices everyone here shares. Tonight at work I kept hearing people around the corner and thinking it was someone I knew. Nope. Not a single time did I know the person, even though all their voices were familiar. Come on ladies, find your own voice.

editing hell

I'm posting from the journalism building while someone else uses my computer "just for a few minutes." I swear people, start editing on an empty computer and stop putting your projects on computers already occupied. We've got 2 classes of people that edit up here - there should only be 2 people on each computer. (And I should get my own because I'm the only one in both those classes.) I've got 2 pieces to edit for tomorrow and both of them are boring. Editing boring, bad stuff is no fun. I can only imagine what watching it will be like. So I'll be here for a long time. It's going to be busy as hell the next 2 days, but then school will calm down and Chewy is coming into town. That will make for a fun weekend before I'm back to the grind. I've thought about dropping a class, or two, or six. I won't, but there are times when I've really wanted to. Wow, it's Tuesday and I'm already hoping for the weekend. Good times, good times. Someone tell me a funny story, quick.

journalism

Is keeping me busy. I've got 2, count 'em 2 news packages due tomorow. One I have to explain how the electoral college works (which is going to be graphics heavy. By the way, I don't know any graphics programs other than Paint), and the other is about a book signing at the SMU bookstore. It's some Poli Sci guy that no one cares about, but I had to shoot something for our second project. Of course, I still have to get permission to shoot in the bookstore. It will be a long night of shooting and editing. I've also got to research Dallas City Councilwoman Lois Finkelman before class. Or drop the class. Hmmm....

cake

I can't have it and eat it, but I can always buy several cakes. Of course cakes don't have feelings. Man, now I want some cake, too.

dreams

I had some weird ones last night. I hope I can remember all of them. They sort of ran together...

I started off hosting SNL. But when I get up on stage, the teleprompter (i know, they have cue cards in real life) was reversed, so all the text was backward. But I have to keep going, so I stumble through my monologue with long pauses and awkward timing because I'm trying to read the script like it's in a mirror. Then I go backstage and am hanging out just outside the green room thinking about how bad I did.

*dream warp*

Now I'm in a van with several people driving, but I can't remember any of them. I'm in the front passenger seat, and the person behind me is a middle aged guy, like my dad's age. We're talking about SNL and they're all reassuring me that I did fine. I'm riding in the car opening a stack of mail, and there's a manilla envelope from Caitlin with Paris decorations all over it. Thanks for the dream mail from Paris, Caitlin.

*dream warp*

In another van, not sure if it's the same one. This time I know 2 of the people. It's Brad and his mom, and we're in their family's light blue Plymouth. Brad gets out at Candlelight Hills (a subdivision next to his) and says he wants to walk home. His mom is furious. It's night and she doesn't want him walking home. So they keep arguing a bunch, but I'm not sure how it ended up because I...

*dream warp*

am now riding a rickety old bike through the night. It only has one handlebar, and it isn't even attached to the axle. It's hanging there by the brake line. So I have to steer through a combination of leaning, pulling the dangling handlebar, and directly turning the axle. It doesn't work, and I crash down a small hill, about 20ft or so, next to the road. This hill has 3 features. It's not smooth; it's stepped with several small ridges. It's covered in very fine white rocks and pebbles and dust. And the only thing that grows on it are cacti. As I take my spill, I reach out for anything to stop my fall. Of course it's a cactus. My hand is now full of needles. After all this I start making my way back to a small 2 story house in the neighborhood where I was riding around. In the meantime...

*dream warp*

Police are investigating the crash site of the bike. They are looking at the pattern I left in the pebbles and white sand when I crashed. Somehow they begin to track me, and start tracing my path through the neighborhood back toward this mysterious house I'm trying to reach. I'm starting to get scared (somehow I know they are after me), because these cops are the same ones who investigated the OJ case. Apparently I'm wanted for murder. (It's unclear to me whether I was innocent or guilty). The cops are getting closer and closer. I'm trying to move faster and faster. They're questioning people in the neighborhood who saw me walking back home. I'm only about a block away from them now. I turn the corner, but I think they see me. They start coming toward the street I'm on, but luckily it's the street with my safe house. I make a mad dash for the door and hope I get inside before they see which house it is. I start knocking frantically. "Hurry, let me in," I yell. "It's a suckubus!" The door flies open and I'm greeted with screams from Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman. They lock the door behind me and I'm safe.

What does all this mean?

sunburns

Peeling sunburns is fun. In other news, I have no skin on my arm.

internet convenience

I'm a moron. I've had the paperwork to do my car registration for a while, and I haven't. Now it is expired by 10 days. I hope they send me a new sticker w/out any sort of fuss, once I mail the stuff. But the point of this post is that I just saw in the envelope a little flyer about renewing online. I easily could have doen it all along, but now I can't because it's past due. I guess I could have done it all along by mail, but getting stamps, copies and writing a check is such a hassle. I just like to click things and have them happen. Like posting on a blog. Watch.....magic!

Back from the woods

So I've returned. Sorry about the hiatus to all my reading faithful. I was in the woods and didn't have access to a computer. We went camping over the weekend. It was a good time that I will recap for you now.

Tim and I arrived Friday afternoon at Turner Falls, in Davis, OK. We pitched the tent, prepared the campsite, built a fire pit, and generally got things ready for everyone else's arrival. We ate, and then got bored so Tim built a tomahawk using Caitlin's stick. The stick is from last year's Turner Falls trip, and he had a good time returning to his home for a weekend.

Then Megan arrived late, really late that night. 9:45 instead of 8 like she said. I swear that girl can't follow directions to save her life. So it was dark and we just hung out for a little bit and then I went to bed while Tim and she played cards.

Saturday morning the 3 of us went hiking and explored the falls and "river." Tim showed us some caves and we looked out over the falls from atop the rocks. It was pretty cool. So cool that we did the exact same hike 5 hours later when Brittany and Amra showed up. The only difference this time was that Megan dropped her camera, and Tim and I have proof we were Astro Pimpn. When we got back from that hike Ashley, John and Loudon had arrived. We had dinner and built a big fire that night for smore making. Megan looked at the stars 6,000 times. We played with the IF book for a little bit. Andy showed up with guitar in hand and we jammed around the fire for a while.

Sunday we did more camping things when Aileen, Kaleena and Meghan arrived. Amra, Brittany and Andy all left. I'm getting bored with typing this out, so let's just say I had a good, but tiring weekend of camping. 3 nights was long for an infrequent camper such as myself. But I'd be willing to go again. There's already talk of another trip in the works....exciting....

Now I'm behind in all my schoolwork and I've been skipping classes to do it and/or avoid the professors who want things from me. That's hard when all your classes are in the same hallway. This is going to be an interesting semester. In other news, I think I want to be a video editor (this week). Being a reporter and talking to strangers all day creeps me out.

skipping class

I skipped my first class today. Ever. Of college. Ok, not really. It was my first class of this semester to skip. Media Ethics - what a waste of time. It's a dumb class and it's right at lunchtime. Today is too nice to sit in a classroom. In other news, my lunch is ready so I'm going to eat it.