twenty-one

Oh, the arctic (tundra).

This week was a pretty good week and it was filled with interesting events. For one, I turned 21 on Wednesday whoo hoo and got to go to the Blink 182 concert which was playing in Dallas on my birthday. FATE.

I also learned that Brian knows a lot more Blink 182 songs then I ever thought he would. He knew a couple that I didn't even know! Such as ones from their first album...the first Blink song I ever heard was All the Small Things and I never bothered to research what songs came before that one. Brian did bother to research that though, way back when.

The concert was amazing! It really really really was. and words cannot really express how much i enjoyed it, so i'm going to stop talking about it.

Tonight I'm celebrating with all of my best girlfriends. I think that Matney is even coming from College Station to Waco to go bar-hopping with us. I hope she does end up coming. I haven't seen that child in a while and next weekend is HER 21st birthday so of course I will see her then, but I think we deserve 2 weekends. Haha.

School is going okay. My journalism class is REALLY stressing me out right now. We don't have tests and it's not especially hard, but there is a LOT of outside class work such as interviewing people, finding contacts, etc etc. It's a lot harder than it sounds. Sometimes I just want to grow up and get a job and skip all this college stuff altogether.

I get stressed out way too easily.

But then again, I love college and I love my friends and if I had to skip all of that right now, I would miss out on so much. One day at a time.

Jennifer's Body

I saw the movie Jennifer's Body last night. and if you can get past the "cool" phrases and poorly delivered lines, then it's actually not a bad movie for a comedy-horror flick.

Example 1. Jennifer (Megan Fox) gets stomach punctured by a long metal pole. She says (after taking the pole out of her abdomen):
"You got a tampon? You look like you might be pluggin'."

Example 2. At the end of the movie (spoiler? maybe) "Needy" (aka Anita aka the chick from Mean Girls) stabs Jennifer in the heart to kill her. And instead of screaming or moaning in agony or acting shocked at the fact that her best friend just stabbed her in the heart, she says:
"My tit..."
Needy says, "No, Jennifer. Your heart."
Jennifer then regains all the color that possessed little demons have and died.

I don't really feel like I wasted my money seeing the movie ... if anything it motivated me to go work out because Megan Fox's body is totally, like, perfect.

Bears on Ice

http://www.baylor.edu/content/services/document.php/96772.pdf

That is the link to my first official newspaper publication if you are interested in reading about the Bears on Ice.

Today was Neat.

I thought this picture was appropriate (read the headline hahaha).

So that hockey story I was telling you about...it's going to be in the Lariat (that is Baylor's newspaper) tomorrow! I'm thrilled. My first legit publication. Besides The Tivy Tatler. If only Clarkson could see me now.

Today has been a hectic day, to say the least. I took the article to Dr. Owens' office to have it scan over it and ask a couple questions about attribution. It was just going to be a daily grade toward the class. Apparently he decided that it should be in The Lariat.

"Can you get pictures and submit this by 5?" Owens asked.

I had 30 minutes.

I ended up using photos from the team's photographer, Josh Ward (crediting him, of course). I submitted 4 photos with the article and notified the coach that Baylor Hockey might finally be getting some exposure. They deserve it.

hockey players have cute butts.

Thank goodness it's hump day.

I'm writing an article for one of my journalism classes and I'm covering the Baylor Hockey Team. Tonight I'm riding with Brian to his practice in Duncanville so I can interview the players and coaches and get some pictures.

I'm going to be so legit.

I love hockey, simply adore it. Never really liked it before I started dating Bri. Well, let me rephrase: I just wasn't really aware of how attractive of a sport it is. Hockey fights are the epitome of manliness and it just so happens that my boyfriend is pretty manly and can knock people down. It's also just an intense, adrenaline-filled game.

I have all my interview questions written in a little notebook. My camera is charging as we speak. And a heavy sweatshirt is ready for the occasion. It gets cold in the hockey rink. Oh, and Jennifer is coming too; maybe she will meet the man of her dreams in a sweaty jersey and skates.

Sleep, you're ugly on me

Sleeping, if observed, is an uncomfortably candid and unattractive portrait of a person.

Think about it: sleeping is basically the only time that you can be stared at without noticing that you are being stared at while your body does some strange stuff. I used to deny that I drooled in my sleep. Those denials were contradicted a few months ago when I woke up with a round wet smear on my pillowcase.

"It's not drool. It's just room evaporation." riiiight. If there was such a thing, maybe I would have gotten away with it. As luck would have it, there was a witness.

Snorers, heed this announcement. Snoring is not pretty. Nor is it manly or cute or silly. No one is ever going to say, when asked how they met their significant other, "I heard him snoring through the walls in my apartment complex and knew he was the man for me." Life is not that generous to your snorefests.

What about those indentations on the side of your face when you wake up from a particularly hard nap or an extra long slumber? The lines that cause one side of your face to penguin puff while the inside of your brain feels like it's been t-boned by a train. We won't be winning any all-star kisses by Prince Charming with those lines.

Rain Time

The rain whispers sweet nothings to the window.

Rain is one of my most favorite things. Okay, that is a small contradiction because when I'm walking to class and torrents of wet flood from the sky, I curse the rain. It also turns campus into a muddy maze of puddles and soggy, dirty earth. I am forced to use The Wall Street Journal as an umbrella which just sort of smears the ink and makes everything messy.

But on days like today when I'm sitting at work and no one is in the lab, the sound of rain is a welcome companion. Or on evenings like Friday when the week's lack of sleep catches up with me, an afternoon nap is surely complemented by the raindrops.

I also have an excuse to break out my Theta raincoat which I so dearly love...and paid way too much for.

My job is an awesome job

The hum of printers. The rustling of papers. The chatter of business students discussing the latest Obama speech. and their accounting projects. I'm at work.

You're welcome for setting that oh so serene and inviting scene.

I get to write a lot in my journalism classes. It's nice because I like to write. Always have and probably always will. I've also found out that I have been doing a lot of stuff wrong. I won't go into those melodramatic details, but let's just say that once you get into the tedious tact of "Writing for Media Markets," you begin to respect those news men and women who file news stories in a day or less. It's hard work.

One of my classes is set up to run just like a press conference so we have to take notes in class. Duh. That's no different than any other class. But in this particular class, the notes we take need to be direct quotes by our peers and our professors just in case we are assigned a story to write that night where we have to use those quotes. It's happened twice already. We take notes and ask questions just like in a press conference setting and then we're given 3 hours to file (email) our story to prof.

I like it though. At first I was extremely overwhelmed...especially when the number of students in the class has dwindled down to a meer 9 students out of the original 16.

I think I'm going out tonight. I usually don't go out on school nights, but it's been really frustrating that I haven't been able to sing at Scruffs the past couple of Wednesday nights. There is time for school and there is time for fun. and tonight I think fun is going to get the better of me.

Brian had his first hockey practice tonight and the boys actually have about ten games lined up for their season. They just got a new coach who seems pretty adament about building up the Baylor Hockey Team, so I hope he's not all talk and I hope those games actually transpire and I hope that Baylor hockey becomes a widely followed event.

Just Kidding.

I know that last one isn't going to happen considering the closest ice we have around here is in Arlington. The boys have to travel there every Wednesday night (they leave at 6 and don't usually get home until 2am) and sometimes games are even farther. They deserve to have a real season this year.

The Magic Button

I have said this many times before, but if it weren't for class, college would be great.

That's a joke. But think about it. If we could magically press a theoretical button and all of the knowledge that we learn in our selected majors could suddenly just be imbedded into our brains. Wouldn't that be nice? well, maybe...but maybe we would miss a couple of things from that zoom fire when the magic button transferred information into our brains. or maybe not.

I wouldn't mind a bunch of late nights doing nothing but sitting and watching Lost with boyfriend or having drinks and giggling with my friends about everything.

I get tired of busy homework assignments that don't really mean anything and the wrinkles that all-nighters from my former Chem and Bio days gave me. It would have been nice to avoid those events in my college career.

That seems a little lazier than most people like to picture. It would probably also mean a ton of blogs. Joyful occasion.

"there is no excuse for not trying," President Obama said in his "back to school" speech today. He's probably right. Generation Me is already considered a lazy, uncultured, apathetic generation ... and I completely just proved that stereotype to be true.

Like I said, it was just a joke. I don't honestly wish a beam of information into my head without having to learn it first. What kind of experiences would that give me?

And most likely, we would all weigh 3oo pounds.

I would like to Thank Mr. Obama for discouraging the kind of view that I just pointed out. success starts in the school system. So let's go learn something.

clean sheets

I love the feeling and smell and ... cleanliness of clean sheets. I would wash my sheets every day if I could. But I can't. That would waste a lot of sheets. Plus I hate doing laundry.
This weekend was a good relaxation time away from school and obligations and stuff. It was my dad's birthday and I completely forgot it was my dad's birthday until my mom texted me Friday afternoon saying, "Did you remember it was Dad's birthday today?"

Oops. and no, I didn't.
Sometimes I get so caught up in my own little life that I forget about other things that are important. You know, like parents' birthdays. I'm not a selfish person but I think sometimes we are ALL a little selfish. I don't like that part of me.

I ended up getting Popster a present for his birthday on Saturday and hopefully I see them sooner than later so I can give him his Baylor pajama pants (he really likes Baylor stuff...more than Texas Tech, HA!).

Not sure why, but here are some random pictures. REALLY RANDOM. don't judge me.

Yes, it does snow in Kerrville, TX. Here is a picture to witness the bounty. and yes, I am wearing hot pink tights with tennis shoes. or "sneakers" as Jennifer would say.

This picture is an ode to Jennifer. It's true, there is a part of me that likes cats. A very small little part of me. I prefer fat cats. So plump up Indie.

Men doing what men do. I guess.

Go clean your sheets and get ready for a great week.

ambiguous posting

This week played a disappearing act. It went by quickly. I barely had time to stress out about school and, let me tell you, that is quite a rarity.

I'm trying to become one of the "favorites" in one of my journalism classes. I read bubooks reviews and it says that he picks favorites. Well, I want to be one of those. Today I was especially gabby in class. I shared some pretty enlightening experiences about how I used to feel prejudiced in the waitressing biz. He seemed intrigued. Nice. I'm generally not a brown-noser, but I think it is especially important to get to know my professors, especially this guy...he knows his stuff. If bubooks tells me to do it, I'm gonna do it with all my heart and soul.

This is my 4.0 semester, I can feel it.

Since I am becoming a well-read news consumer now, I was reading the Baylor Lariat and discovered that the Waco Hippodrome is officially re-opening for friday movie nights. This Friday they are showing The Godfather. In HD. For 5 bucks. Am I going to be there? You bet your blogging little behind that I'm going to be there! They're going to show a lot of the old classic movies which is really cool because the Hippodrome is the original place they were shown when they first came out way back when.

All depending on whether Brian and I go to College Station this weekend, of course. I really want to go, but Greg is...being difficult. That's all I'm going to say about that.

Well, TGIW everyone. Happy Laboring.

I sort of like School.

I would like to start this off by saying that Gumby's Pizza Rolls truly are a delicious indulgence and I am extremely jealous that I will not be able to indulge with matneyrae.blogspot.

The next thing I would like to discuss is that fact that Beej (commonly known as Brian Patches Rolater) ate at Rosa's last night for Taco Tuesday without me! I can't help it that I have class until 9pm...you should never ditch a woman on the night of the week that she looks the most forward to in regard to FOOD. If Gregory Scott is a fuddy-duddy, then Brian James is a TRAITOR.

To be honest, I don't have much to write about. School is going...schooling-ly. I don't have to go to Theta meetings on Monday nights anymore because of my Monday evening class (which, by the way, is a FANTASTIC class)... so I really can't tell ya how Theta is going. The VP of Education does my announcements every meeting so I don't have to resign. I'm pretty glad about that. I think I might want an Exec position next year so keeping this position and not having to "resign" is a good way to get on Exec.

I like my journalism and marketing classes A LOT. One of my journalism classes is going to be my hardest class by a land slide this semester but that will be good. We get to put some our news stories in The Lariat (Baylor's newspaper) if they are good enough. I really wanted to write an interest piece on the Baylor Hockey Team (there is no ice in Waco, they have to travel 2 hours just to practice, they have legit players from Canada, some of the kids have been playing hockey since they were 3 or 4 years old...I thought it would be a great piece) but we don't get to be that creative and my professor assigned our stories. I'm covering nonprofit work with the elderly. Ho-Hum.

I hope your weeks are going schooling-ly. Like mine.