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| Random Ramblings |
| 09.27.04 (8:27 am) [edit] |
Well...since it's been over two weeks since I've updated my blog, I guess it's about that time again. Meg was starting to get a little sassy about it. :) I'm not quite sure how it will fall together, but I'll find something to talk about.
Today I was thinking about my AIM buddy list. It seems that I've been doing a lot less interaction with the people at the top of my list (in the "buddies" category) and a lot more time talking to other people. My other categories are "YAFers", "New RAs", "GOC" (needs to be changed to IUCA), "Old RAs", "Canada Friends", "ROTC", and "People I don't know". The interesting thing about "People I don't know" is that whenever I read about someone in someones profile, I add that person to "People I don't know." It helps me get inside my friends' worlds by adding an independent dimension of analysis. Whatever the hell that means. I think I'm just rambling on that.
There is a grad student who lives on my floor who finished making a bridge out of popsicle sticks last night. It was pretty cool, and extremely sturdy. The guys on my floor took turns standing on it. Before it broke, the bridge held 470 pounds (two really heavy guys). I was pretty impressed with their efforts. I'm really loving my floor this year. It is a great, outgoing group of guys. They get along, do stuff together all the time, and break less stuff. It makes my job a lot easier, especially when they plan programs for the floor.
ROTC this semester is a lot tougher, and I can't believe that we're all MSIIIs! The past two years have gone by pretty quick. We'll be out and into the Army before we know it. Last year, it seemed that there was a lot of tension within our class with people not getting along, but it seems a lot better this year. People who never really talked to me before are nice to me. I hope that I can continue to buckle down and earn their respect. In about a year and a half, we'll be graduating, and then we'll all be working for the same boss all the time.
Classes blow. Nuf said!
Then there's Meg...the best thing to happen in my life in a long, long time. For a very long time, I didn't think it was possible to feel so strongly about a person, but it feels so right now. In just a couple of weeks, I'll be going to visit her. I just can't wait! :)
I guess that's all for now!
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| A weekend with Meg |
| 09.09.04 (2:57 pm) [edit] |
Last weekend was my birthday, and the best present of all was having Meg come visit me. Meg was kind enough to write all about her visit in her blog (here is a http://www.xanga.com/home.asp...[/link), but I'm going to elaborate on certain parts.
I spent all day Friday cleaning up my room, because it was really trashed, and I didn't want Meg to think that I'm a slob (which, of course, I am). I left Forest at about 3 PM, and drove north on SR37 to get to the airport. When I got just past Martinsville, traffic came to a complete standstill. So complete, in fact, that I was able to park my car for about an hour and fifteen minutes. By the time we started moving again, it was 4:45, and I was freaking out. Meg's flight was supposed to come in at 5. Once traffic did get moving, they sent us on a long detour about 30 miles east of where I was going. The fact that I thought that I was late, combined with my propensity for extreme road rage, meant that I had to make an extreme effort to keep from convulsing by the time I got to the airport. It was 6 PM. Meg told me that she'd only been there for about ten minutes, so it was ok. I hope she wasn't just saying that to make me not feel bad. Then, we turned around to go to Bloomington, and it took ANOTHER three hours. Needless to say, my butt really hurt by the time we got there. When we did get back to Bloomington, we went to Applebees for dinner (possibly because I knew that Meg wouldn't try to pay for it, since I had gift cards--I'm sneaky like that). Then we went home and watched Along Came Polly.
Saturday morning we kinda lounged around the room. It seemed that every time we'd be fully engaged in a kiss, one of our phones would ring (Life's a bitch). I don't think we ended up leaving until around 1 PM when we went to McDonalds to get some lunch, which we brought back home. Then, we started watching The Girl Next Door, but we both got really tired, so we took a nap until it was time to go to the Indiana-Central Michigan football game. We went to the game, and I was really distracted, but we won anyway (would it have mattered if I was paying attention or not?), so I guess that's good. 41-10! A crazy win! Then, we came back and got some dinner. Pretty much as soon as we finished our dinner, the phone rang, and we were supposed to go over to Brandon's to hang out, which we did. I think this is when we started playing our game of kissing in dangerous places (i.e. in the empty elevator, in the hallway, at red lights, or on Brandon's couch while he left the room). Meg was worried about my public image (what public :wink:), so that's why we didn't kiss in public (or I should say get caught kissing in public).
Sunday (my birthday), we waited until pretty much the very last minute to get ready to go for church. Meg and I had to go get our dose of Jesus at least to take care of our transgressions on Friday and Saturday (I'll still have to go to church next Sunday to take care of Sunday and Monday's fun). At church, when I introduced Meg to different people, I guess they were under the impression that she'd be coming back every weekend, and I didn't really have the heart to tell them that she wouldn't. After church, we went back to my room, and I called my mom while Meg took a little nap. Oh...I guess that's another dangerous time for kissing...while you're on the phone with your mom. :) After that, we went for a walk around campus, but it was a little too hot for it to be too enjoyable. For dinner, Meg took me out to Outback Steakhouse (the best restaurant in the world)...oh yeah...we kissed while we were waiting for a table. The greeter noticed and looked at me funny. After dinner, we came back to see the sunset, but we missed it. We were trying every night to see the sunset, but we missed it every time (I had been telling Meg how beautiful our Indiana sunsets are, and I wanted her to see one). At 8 PM, we had to break up the excitement for a floor meeting, but then we went to see Garden State around 10. It was a really good movie, but probably not a good idea to go see it when Meg has to leave the next day. The whole story is that this guy falls in love with this girl and doesn't want to go home (and he actually DOESN'T end up going home). It was pretty emotional. Then, we came back home and fell asleep pretty quick (we slept the longest on Sunday night, probably because we were both pretty tired).
On Monday, we did get up pretty quick, and we went to have breakfast at McDonalds. Then we came back and booked my flight to NY (I do stuff quickly so the prices don't go up :wink:), where I get to visit Meg on October 15, which isn't too far away. The computer was giving me trouble, and I was getting kinda mad, but kissing Meg cooled me down. Then all too soon, I had to take Meg back to the airport. We were praying for red lights along the way, which is kinda dangerous, but whatever...it was worth it. Then for about an hour, we became those people who just hang out and kiss in the airport and not seem to ever go anywhere. We were out of the way though, which I guess sort of made it alright. The drive back to Bloomington really sucked, and I almost fell asleep a couple of times. Not because I was tired, but I was just...well, I don't really know what I was.
By this time in 34 days, I will be in Meg's car on the way to Ithaca (5 AM flight lands in Syracuse at 9). I'm really excited about that. It will be her fall break, so the whole place will be deserted (hopefully). It should be lots of fun, and I'm really looking forward to it. :)
Oh, and by the way, where has my readership gone?! No one has posted a comment since mid-August, and that blog kinda sucked anyway. Post your comments!
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| Chain Reaction |
| 09.01.04 (8:42 am) [edit] |
As I was emailing a friend today (belatedly, I admit), I was thinking about what caused certain things to happen in my life. This is another one of my theories, and I don't think that I've ever found it to be wrong. Everything we do has a profound impact on other aspects of our life, whether we think it will or not.
My freshman year, I met Karl Born, a somewhat crazy guy. He got me involved in Grand Old Cause, a conservative activism group. Because of Karl's networking, I was able to attend the Leadership Institute's Youth Leadership School at a sharply discounted rate. There, I met and talked at great length with Kim Holley, a conservative Democrat attempting to dethrone some sleazeball US Representative in North Carolina. She offered me a job, but I had to return home. In December of last year, I came home and there was a message from her telling me to apply for the Ronald Reagan Future Leaders Scholarship from the Phillips Foundation. I had heard of the scholarship, but had determined that I didn't have enough time to compile the information requested and get letters of recommendation. Her call, even though I didn't get to talk to her, convinced me to get my ass to work on it. I compiled all of my stuff as well as SIX letters of recommendation, in just under two weeks. A couple of months later, I got a letter saying that I had won the scholarship. Later, I found out that there was the opportunity to attend the National Conservative Student Conference free of charge as part of being a scholarship winner. I attended the conference, and had a lot of fun, but best of all, I met Meg. I would even go so far as to say that she's probably the best thing in my life right now. She's so great, in fact, that she's coming 700 (!) miles to visit me for my birthday.
I probably could even go farther back than Karl (possibly thanking Saddam Hussein for being a doo-doo head so that there were protestors against the war hosting a protest where I met Karl), but you can see that little things that you never expect can connect in big and life-changing ways. Think about that one today as you go on your way.
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