Beer Pong is for Ladies....

Friday night was lots of fun. I was just going to do homework until the CCM bacchanalia, but Nancy called and invited me to "Nancy's 6 to 9" (more like 7 to 11). Lots of fun, as expected. Trent joined us when he got off of work, and convinced Mike and Nancy to come with us to a frat party. It's funny how evenings take odd turns like that.

It was nice to have some friends there with me, I often get dragged to these things with just Trent, and end up not talking to people and probably looking like a pompous bitch.

So Mike loves beer pong! Weird.

Now comes the story behind the title for this entry. Apparently Trent and Mike lost their second game of beer pong, and some stupid schmuck frat boy made a snide remark at Trent about it. Trent, being hammered and about twice this kid's size, was probably two seconds away from headbutting him into the ground or something. Now I am not a violent drunk, but I am quite belligerent, so I turned around and said, "That's because beer pong is a great sport for ladies!" That's what he gets for taking it seriously. What a stupid, unsanitary activity.

We ended up completely hammered and leaving by 12:30 or so. As the freshman do (or as the lushes do?).

As I was brilliant enough to not eat dinner before all these adventures in substance abuse, I laid awake most of the night, and was hugging the toilet the next morning. Fun fun.

Some more sidenotes:

"The Constant Gardener" was an amazing movie! Be ready to cry a lot.

I love watching "Globe Trekker" on PBS.

In a contest between Silk and crappy off-brand soymilk, Silk wins. The vanilla off-brand tastes like vanilla icing or vanilla vodka, and gets all grainy and sinks to the bottom when I put it in my coffee. Now, chocolate is a different story, as the chocolate off-brand is much more chocolatey than chocolate Silk.

Starfucks is awesome when it's free.

And update from the last entry:
I'm in the Von Ohlen combo, which is fine, and Steve Seifreid is going to record my cd in late October.

Random Stuff

So much to say! I just haven't been feeling the blog thing so much lately.

Still no word from anyone who can record me. Which pisses me the hell off. I would like to be able to send in my cd for SIJ on time.

Also I'm waiting on ONE reference that I need before I can schedule an interview to be a tutor. Time is of the essence, I'm sure spots are filling up quickly with students whose teachers/employers care enough to take ten minutes to write a reference for them.

School starts tomorrow! IF everything goes as planned, I'll be quite busy.

I'm taking:
Music History II
Big Band Arranging
German 201
Lessons
Ensembles

I made third bone in jazz ensemble and am playing in the Crazy for You pit. No complaints, any spot in ensemble was my minimum goal, and obviously I must have played trombone decently to be in the pit. And I like that musical. It's fun ^.^

No word on what combo yet, apparently the faculty are deciding that as I type this entry. I hope they put me in a good combo again this year.

Cha and I jammed yesterday! So much fun! I still like her playing even though she doesn't play anymore. She always had a swing concept very rare in most people.

My free time lately has been taken up by tromboning, chess with Trent, reading "100 years of Solitude" (I finnished Atlas Shrugged! Go me!), knitting, Starbucks freebies, and applying for jobs and auditions and crap. Oh and the occasional party. They don't exactly carry the same allure they used to, drunkeness now means "meh I'm tired I wanna go to bed."

I have quit smoking ALL thing which are smokable, as peril is imminent if I continue. I am also on a diet, as peril is also imminent if I continue to eat eggs fried in bacon fat and lots of Chipotle (I apparently have the cholesterol of a baby-boomer overweight corporate bitch).

I feel very much at peace with myself, at peace with my playing, and I feel happy with my progress in life. It is now becoming apparent to me that this summer gave me a lot of time to think about my life and see things clearly. I'm only twenty and don't know what I want from life yet, but I know what I need to be doing right now, and I know that I can.

If only you could be there.....

One day last week Trent and I were driving towards the I71 North exit (over on east mcmillan). We were stopped at a light, and saw a car pull up next to us. It was HOT PINK/fuschia, beat up old car with those shiny wheelcaps that keep moving when the car stops. The driver was a black woman with HOT PINK hair perfectly matched to her car. I wish I had a picture to post.

One of the many reasons I love living in Clifton. There is never a dull moment here, one of the greatest sins is to live a dull existence. An exciting life is a virtue I have practiced all too well.

At least I don't have pink hair.

face/palm

So much to say, so little that can actually be said.

My new skizzirt

I sewed myself a skirt today. Sewed...... myself........ a skirt. I rule.

It's made out of this fabric my Aunt Cindy bought when she was living in Africa. It was sitting in her closet for 20 years, and she didn't know what to do with it, so she gave it to me.

She also tried to pawn off a pair of sandals from Africa on me, they looked cool, but were waaaaaay uncomfortable.

The fabric is red, yellow, green and turquoise. Yes, it is hideous by some standards. I put red lace fringe underneath.

It is a very loud skirt. I think it looks like something Frida Kahlo would wear.

But I have a philosophy on sewing. If someone sews something, no matter how gaudy it may be, they have full entitlement to wear it with pride, because sewing is a rare talent these days. If you can sew it yourself, it is automatically cool.