Weekend Irk: Know-it-alls.

Like my new bloggity blog? The Wifey made it.

I'm going to start probably following some of the things she does on her blog until I come up with some creative stuff on my own. But for now, I'm gonna go with her Weekend Irk.




So, I go to a liberal arts college. Pretty neat right? If you don't know what that means, it's that I'm disciplined in more than my major and minor. You pay a lot for it. And you concentrate a lot less on your major. Buttt. I suppose it has its advantages. Sometimes you'd like to take a different class just to break up the day. Unfortunately for me, I have but one more core class to take, save PE credits. I decided for my art credit this semester to take Music Appreciation.

B-W has a world renowned Music Conservatory, along with the best and biggest collection of original Bach scores in the world. It's super hard to get into, and super hard to stay into. I almost auditioned to be in it, since my dream is to be a musician. (I constantly sing to myself. My roommate told me one day: "It's not American Idol. Simon's not here. Not that you wouldn't go to Hollywood, but...there's no one here to impress..."). I'm confident that if I had auditioned my senior year, I would have gotten into the conservatory no shakes. But, my parents felt I had a more practical future...hrmph. So, I went for biology. (My effort in this subject is laughable). But, it's a tight place. It's like some kind of vortex in Berea. You walk into that building, and it feels like you aren't even on campus. Sometimes this is a pleasant feeling...sometimes it's not.

So, I take Music Appreciation. And I feel it's up there on my list of worst decisions of 2010. I feel bad for the kids in my class who haven't had any musical background, because the way this guy is teaching, they'd have to be failing. He rambles faster than you can think, and expects you to already have a knowledge of the ins and outs of music. If you don't have a musical background, just know that it's a lot. Just one aspect of music has a 100 terms to describe it. It took me a course of 10 years to learn most of these. And this particular professor expects his non-musical students to have a complete grasp of these terms by the end of the semester.

Oh, and even if we know all these terms, we're not expected to appreciate music. Isn't that the point of class? From what I gather, only the elite talented in the Conservatory are able to appreciate music for all it's worth. (-sarcasm-) In my own personal opinion, -everyone- appreciates music. Have you ever known a person who doesn't like -any- music? Sure, we all have our specific preferences. For example, I have friends who are techno geeks, alternative rockers, country buffs, classical, to marching band arrangements. (Me? I'll listen to anything. 80's rock and pop though is probably my favorite. Lots of new and different sounds). Some of us preform to music, some of us listen to concentrate, some work out to it, some analyze and critique it, and some of us just want to listen to music for sheer enjoyment.

I have a special attachment to music, since the day I picked up my first music book in kindergarten. I remember F.A.C.E., and "Every good boy does fine." I remember the first time I tooted through my clarinet, and opening my keyboard on Christmas day. I remember my first solo in the band, the first time I hit a high high C singing, my first surperior rating singing, my first Guitar Hero five starring on expert, the first time I caught my five with a rifle right on a beat, the first time I danced in front of thousands of people...With each guy I dated, I'm remember the first song I danced with them to. I can remember song names, artists, and years produced like it's no one's business. I sing to myself when I'm happy, and I sing to myself when I'm sad. When no one is around, I blast music and dance until someone's caught me reddfaced. I know chords, I know progressions. I know tempo, beat, meter, key, tone, and more. Music has helped me through the best of times, and it's helped me through the worst of times.


So, dear sir. Do not tell me I do not appreciate music. Because I'm pretty sure that even though I don't -know- music as well as you do, I appreciate it more. Because I understand what appreciating it is.

dr. stanleycakes?

So, I am now a Psychology major.

I was a biology major before. But I was terrible at it. Go figure.

I think I am so terrible at biology because it wasn't my passion.

Psychology is.

I plan on going into I/O Psychology to begin with. (Industrial/Organizational). I'll be employed by corporations. My job will be to meet with employees, on either a weekly, monthly, or as needed basis. I will interview them, and counsel them as necessary. I will also take into account things that could improve their workplace, such as what to put into the vending machines, or if they're happy with their insurance. I can also help them with their nonprofessional lives so that they can be happy, healthy, and successful in their careers. I want to be specialized in dealing with depression.

After a considerable amount of experience in that field, I plan on returning to graduate school to get my PhD or PsyD, and working on becoming established enough to run my own practice as a counselor Psychologist.

I'm excited about it.

The human brain has always fascinated me. It's one huge paradox. It's specialized, yet surprisingly plastid. The things we can learn and process simply boggles me. I want to know more about how it all works. Psychology is the one class where I don't get the urge to nod off.

What really made me decide to go for this degree is my own bought of depression. I never knew what it had felt like. I was at a point where the only thing I -could- do was shower. I barely ate, slept, studied...I didn't even browse facebook or have the energy to watch tv. I kind of sat comatose for a good month...maybe more.

I don't want to have to see or hear of anyone ever having to go through what I did.

I had a support system. I had people who love me and could slap me and yank me out of it. It makes me shudder to think what kinds of thoughts I was having at that time. They weren't pretty.

But not everyone has that. Some people have been abused and tortured their entire lives, whether verbally, mentally, physically or sexually. I want to help people who have had no one in their lives to turn to. I want to help people take charge of their lives and learn how to live.

One friend told me once,

"You know, you're life would be perfect if you simply took your own advise."

Ha. Yeah. I never take my own advise. Hence the mayhem I get myself into.

But, I want to help people. I like to listen to people and their stories. I don't think I'll really enjoy ripping out someone's heart and putting a new one in. I want to mend those broken hearts so that they don't need replaced. (Ahhh, metaphors.)

BFF?

What is a best friend? Well. Here's my opinion.

A best friend is someone you can take a week long roadtrip with and not want to kill afterwards.

A best friend is someone who loves you for exactly who you are, not despite of your faults, but -because- of them.

A best friend is someone you can talk to about anything and have no inhibitions.

A best friend does not tell you they love you and take it back.

A best friend, however, will never leave you knowing you love them.

A best friend keeps things locked in the 'vault'.

A best friend is one that you can make fun of eachother with, and never get offended with.

You can google anything with your best friend.

Your best friend is someone who will hold you when you cry, even when you're crying about them.

Your best friend wants to hear about you. Not just complain about their lives.

Your best friend shamelessly takes you to meet all of their family. And isn't afraid to meet yours.

Your best friend never starts rumors about you.

Your best friend never lies to you, even to make you happy.

Your best friend will give their opinion and not tell you what to do.

Your best friend will support your decisions, unless they're harmful.

Your best friend will come cuddle with you in the middle of the night when you miss them.

Your best friend will do anything to be with you.

Your best friend will trust you.


I am lucky to say that I have two of the best friends in the world.

I know they'd do anything for me. (within reason of course).

The whole world seems pale in comparison to them.

the L word, big break, and big fights.

I know, I know. I should have made my first blog a while ago.

Life has been a wonderful whirlwind lately.

Two weeks ago, I started this (I think). In the middle of midterm exams. Go me.

And I've spent the last week all over the place, you see.

Big Break '10 was an epic success.

It all started Thursday. My man friend and I took our relationship to the next level- the "l" word. It was one of those words that I've been absolutely terrified to say. I haven't said that word to anyone in a very long time. And, although I was absolutely positive about how I felt about this boy, I'd never seriously said those three words to him. "Love ya"s and "I wuv youuuuuu"s were a commonplace. But never did I actually say ", I love you." And that day, I said goodbye to him just as I usually do. And as he opens the door, word vomit ensues.

", I love you.", I said.

He stopped dead in his tracks, and looked at me, with the biggest smile I've seen him make towards me yet. I probably looked petrified, or else turned a brilliant shade of red.

"I love you too," he said, smile still on his face. He turned again to kiss me one last time before heading out the door.

I feel like my heart is going 100 mph just remembering it. He is the greatest guy I have ever met. Sure, he has his flaws, but we all do. To me, the sun shines out his not-so-shiny areas. That's good enough for me :]

Friday, I took two tests and was free as a bird. Came back to hastily gather up my things, and my best friend and I were out of dear B-W quicker than you can say "Spring Break".

We spent the night at my parents' house. Guitar hero-ing ensued as well as some wonderful Pangrazios pizza. (It's really good. my favorite pizza in the county. No lies.) We went to bed at about midnight, because we were too excited about our upcoming trip.

Got up at 4:45 am. That was rough. Left the house at 6 am or so. Ten hours is what it took for us to get to Anniston, AL. It didn't seem like that much though. I attribute it to my company. Ha. I met my best friend's family for the first time (besides her mother, whom I have met once). We all went out to O'Charlie's for dinner. Apparently these resturaunts are common in the South. I had fried catfish. It was om. Went to Logan's to meet some of her friends. Played Band Hero with Sha-Ray and her step father and called it a night.

Sunday- woke up around 7. Had breakfast at the Cracker Barrel with Sha-Ray's family. (I didn't realize that hash brown casserole was my favorite thing on the planet.) Then off we were to Florida. The drive was decent; lots of interstate driving. I got pretty excited when I saw my first palm tree. (I've seen them before, just was excited when they became more apparent.) We stopped at a gas station on the way there to take a bathroom break. In the bathroom, there was a giant condom machine, labeled with some interesting names. I giggled like a 12 year old about it We didn't follow Sha-Ray's Grandaddy's instructions, so we ended up going over a toll bridge. And even though $2.50 is a ridiculous price to go over a bridge, the scenery was beautiful. We got to her grandparents' house after about 5 or 6 hours. Place was beautiful. We visited, had chicken and dumplings for dinner, and spent some time out on the fishing pier and relaxed. It was a great time.

Monday- beach day uno! We got up, had breakfast and visited. Then, we promptly made our way to Panama City. We stopped at a quiet little public beach between the towns of Watercolor and Seaside. Lots of very very rich people live there. We saw the house the Kellog's family used to own. And by house, I mean spaceship-mansion. It was amazing. After lazing around there for a few minutes, we drove to Panama City Beach. We bought some shorts and some sunscreen, got some Taco Bell and laid out on the beach. We also took a walk down the beach. In Panama City, all you can smell is beer. Oh, Spring Break. I saw a man wearing a girl's bikini top as their bottoms. That wasn't so pretty. Then I saw this bronzed man wearing uber tight americana boy shorts and a cowboy hat. He was pretty beautiful. Had to remind myself of the aforementioned boy I'm in love with. Haha. We spent the remainder of our time on the beach and drove back home for salmon for dinner. Which was delicious I might add. That night we walked around a shopping complex and had Ben and Jerry's for dessert out on the fishing pier.

Tuesday- beach day two! We went to this giant complex in Destin called the Emerald Grande and Harborwalk Village. It was a really sweet place. Bunch of little shops, and the hotel was absolutely beautiful. We went to a pulic beach down the street and it was amazing. It was one giant sand dune, and there was pretty much no one out there. The water was beautiful. It was my favorite of the beaches we visited. Went out to dinner with her grandparents, then went to Destin Commons. We saw Alice in Wonderland in 3D. It was pretty sweet, no lies. We walked around the p

Wednesday- Woke up. Spent some time at a beach. Then came back and really, just relaxed the rest of the day. Had yummy pot roast for dinner.

Thursday- left Florida :[ Drove 6 hours back to Sha Ray's mother's house. We went out to eat again with several of her friends, and drove around town, up to Mount Cheaha (?) and looked at the city. Went to bed early because we both were car sick.

Friday- got up early and played some more Band Hero. Ate some breakfast, and went to see Valentine's day, which was super cute. Ate at Fuji, and met another set of grandparents. After that, we ate at Mexico Lindo, the home of some legit and delicioso comida mexicana. Visited with an aunt and came home and went to bed.

Saturday- back to Ohio. The drive was brutal. Had a fight with my parents. Played a lot of guitar hero.

Sunday- lazed around the house. Went to lunch. Drove back to school.

What did you do last week?