listening to: Counting Crows, “Mr. Jones”
For the first time in a while, I’ve spent the afternoon simply hanging out in my room and rediscovering the joys of my mp3 collection. “…And i might just stay inside today…” Doing laundry. Making lunch. Watching TV. Reading (Lord of the Rings, 2nd book). Cleaning my room, or beginning to pack, depending on how you want to look at it.
listening to: Bif Naked, “Lucky”
So Tech won big today. Bigger than big…they won enormously. Humungously. They handed Navy their worst defeat ever, 70-7. Everything pales in comparison to next week though, when we play Florida State. They’re saying this is our year. They’re saying FSU is beatable. They’re saying we’re the team to do it. The game’s nationally televised, but I’ll be stuck in a car somewhere between Houston and Albequerque — talk about frustration! I hope I can pick it up on the radio.
listening to: Eve6, “How Much Longer”
Today is co-op initiation for the new guys. We made them meet us at 8:00 this morning and gave them the packet of clues for the traditional scavenger hunt. After we watched them leave, Phil and I picked up Ron and joined Emily and Whitley and Molly for some donuts at Krispy Kreme. Mmm. Then I came home and went back to sleep! Anyway, it’s always a fun time for new guys, I think. You learn your way around Houston, and you get to know your group well. One of the clues this time was to come to our apartment and get a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a reference to our co-op lunch voting a few weeks ago, so we even had some people stop by. It was fun to listen to how their day is going.
listening to: Lifehouse, “Sick Cycle Carousel”
I can hardly believe I have only one week left in Houston. For a summer that started so quietly, it has passed quickly. I don’t know where this one ranks with co-op tours past; I have enjoyed work much more, but my social life has been…well, just quieter. Not bad, just less busy. I’ve been talking so much lately about wanting to settle down somewhere, and in some senses, my summer has been like that — I’ve gotten into a comfortable routine, and spend time with some fun people. More importantly, I set aside time for myself. I had forgotten how much I like to read. I discovered the getting semi-regular exercise makes me feel a lot better about myself, and a lot less tired physically. I found out how much more satisfied I am with life in general when I like what I do at work. It’s been good.
listening to: Tool, “Schism”
I love my roommates. They are great at boosting my ego. The other night, we were sitting around watching Sportscenter and Phil was talking about the Tool concert that they bought tickets for today. So I said “oh, Tool, they do that song that goes like this, right?” and i proceeded to sing part of “Schism.” A few minutes later, they had moved on to talking about Disturbed, and I interjected a line of “Down with the Sickness.” At that point, Phil turned to Ron and said “dude, she is the coolest woman alive.” Happy sigh. Here’s a picture of me and Philly on roommate bonding night. We played Risk and did shots of vodka.
listening to: Matchbox Twenty, “Angry”
The Matchbox Twenty concert is tonight. I sort of wanted to go, but when I asked around a month or so ago, I couldn’t find anyone to go with me. In the end, it turned out ok because it’s also initiation day like I mentioned earlier, and there’s the party afterwards. I may go down to Bolivar with that group for the beach bonfire…or I may go to Bar Houston with Curt. I’m leaning towards the bar. I want to spend time with Curt, and I haven’t gotten my groove on in a while anyway.
listening to: Doria Roberts, “Perfect”
Ah, I like this song. I can never listen to it without thinking of Christina. I haven’t talked to her since last weekend, so I actually need to call her sometime soon and see how she’s doing. This weekend, she and Jenny were hoping to make a trip up to Chattanooga and go to the aquarium and see how they can manage away from the hospital. And tomorrow’s the 9th, so she be moving from inpatient to outpatient, which I think is very exciting. I wish I could go back to Atlanta again this weekend and see her.
listening to: Dixie Chicks, “Let ‘Er Rip”
Ah, now the Dixie Chicks. That was a fun concert, when I went a year ago with Alisa. We yelled and screamed and sang along and danced in the aisles. I left feeling crazy and energetic and talkative, and if I remember correctly, somehow that night I ended up with Carter at Waffle House spewing my thoughts on anything and everything. In retrospect, he probably thought I was being really strange, but what I remember most about that night is how good I felt.
listening to: James Taylor, “Mexico”
Anyway. I’m gonna get back to cleaning/packing/chilling with my roomies.
