:: Evilspeech ::

:: don't ask; just read ::

:: Monday, September 30, 2002 ::

okay, so I have an environmental economics test tomorrow--and I know that Dr. Earnhart's tests are totally based on his previous homeworks. . .but I just happened to sleep though one of his classes (it's the only class I've missed all year! Well, except my religion class but that was for band!) and I know no one in the class and have Environmental Studies ten minutes after it all the way up in Lindley (and if you don't know the campus, the hill between Summerfield and Lindley is a little hike) so I never got around to getting the notes. . . yeah. It's like going into a test when you KNOW you still don't completely understand everything. But I called him to ask if I could come in during his office hours to talk about the homework and he told me to find someone in class. Dude, what's the point of having office hours? Do you think I'm such a low-life that I wouldn't have asked someone if I had the time? And like I would give someone I didn't know my notes!! They're all seniors who either know each other because they're Econ majors or Environmental Studies majors. Bah. Wish me luck!!
On a happier note, my dad is SO COOL. Where did he learn all this stuff? Some day he'll bring down the bureacratic world system as we know it.
Oh my weekend? Read Eric's diary for an accurate description. Movies on the bus: Base-ketball, Zoolander, Dead Man on Campus and South Park. Riiight . . . and the drumline was so loud I couldn't sleep, even with my headphones on. Okay, so I admit Houses of the Holy isn't quite like counting sheep. But still. At least we won, I guess? If Dr. Oliver talks about the magic number anymore I might have to throw my piccolo at him. . . FOUR more games. I don't even know if I want to go to a bowl game. And besides, who can we beat besides Baylor, if even that? Dah. I don't even like football. But we do get to do a pretty kick-ass Star Wars show.
Speaking of shows, the homecomming theme is "traditions anew in 2002: a hawk of a good time." Please tell me they don't pay these people. So in a desperate attempt to be agreeable, our show is a collection of hits from past decades: Give it Away (1992), Mickey (1982), the Hey Song (1972) and Shout (1962). I think someone is SERIOUSLY TRYING TO PUSH ME OFF THE EDGE!!! Can it get much more pathetic that this? At least this won't be the show my parents see. Maybe we'll do our Bohemian Rhapsody show. It was a pretty sweet arrangement, thanks to drumline :-)
Okay, I need to study some more . . . or go find those cookies . . .
:: Madeleine :: 11:07 PM [+] ::
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Let's see if this comment business works. . .
:: Madeleine :: 9:54 PM [+] ::
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Okay, so "Divine Secrets" was one of the worst, most bizarre movies I ever paid to see. Why didn't anyone tell me?
My Environmental Studies test went. . .marginally well. And I have my first Envrionemental Econ midterm on Tuesday. Just out of curiousity, how can you have two midterms? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of calling it a MIDterm? Isn't it more like a triterm?
Tomorrow we're going to Tulsa. . .yeah I'm not sure how I feel about that. It could be fun, right? Well I'm on the drumline/trumpet bus= "kool-aid" and bad movies. And we're eating at "Sirloin Stockade?!?" Buffet at 11 AM? Can't we EVER go somewhere not so blatently carniverous?
Do I complain too much? Oh okay, so Libby and I have a great new plan. We're going to write someone (we haven't decided who next, thought of Neil Young, Ewan McGregor) and tell them that we want them to buy us a tropical island. We're intelligent, fairly interesting girls, and they can come visit whenever they want (as long as Neil Young plays guitar and Ewan sings). We're willing to give up our whole lives, I mean think about that. The only thing is that we'd have to get sterlized, and I'm not so down with that. I wouldn't want babies running around either. But just think about it--I mean I know Tom Hanks kinda ruined the romanticism of living on a deserted island, but still--eating tropical fruit, swiming, being eaten alive by tropical mosquitos, no wait. But think, Neil Young!! Or Robert Plant with a face lift?
Did I ever write about Robert Plant? Wow his show was amazing. He was rocking out. Maybe I should've been a groupie. . .
What else was I going to babble about? Eric's friend Jason is having a party tonight, so that should be fun. I'm pretty tired. I may get to meet Libby's good friend Kevin who I've heard all about. I have to write a brief of "Reynolds v. US," a Supreme Court case about polygamy in Utah in the 1800s. Everyone's doing there own thing I guess.
And my grandma sent me chocolate; my mama sent me cookies [and shorts, now that the weather's starting to cool down :-)].
Do you ever have the feeling (well for you girls) that you just don't want to be a woman? Sometimes I hate my ovaries. Grr. Maybe some of that chocolate will help. . .

:: Madeleine :: 1:00 PM [+] ::
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Okay, yeah dinner was better than I expected, except poor poor Barbara from Brazil left the potato salad on the stove too long so it turned into mashed potato salad. Ouch.
Hmm, along those lines, I'm pretty hungry. . .where are my roommates when I need them?
So today was somewhat okay. Religion class was great as always except that the case was very confusing. Politics was blah, so I wrote my study abroad essay. Poor Steph sits next to me and takes notes while I goof off. Then I went to see Dr. Loomis!! Yea! I missed him. Great guy.
Then band was all review, slowly and painfully. At least some people are finally learning where their sets are. . .
and Eric and I had a little miscommunication, but he's such a good boy--he called, e-mailed and finally came over here to apologize. I hope I am that apologetic when I should be.
Yeah I have a hellishly busy week--KUSFL tomorrow, Theology class and study hard-core for Envrn. Studies on Wenesday, a million things on Thursday (test, blood drive volunteering, clean up park with Phi Kappa Theta and then clean up the Clinton Lake Spillway with Battenfeld, Punch and Pie with Stephenson and "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" is showing at the Union for $2!! How can I pass that up?) Then Friday I have to start my hmwk [oh yeah, and go to Jason's party :-) ] because I'll be gone from 7:30 AM Sat. to 2:30 AM Sunday watching KU's only other win of the season. So enough babbling from me, I'm going to bed. If I joke about getting drunk and killing myself [just for future reference], PLEASE don't take me seriously. I know it's not funny, but somehow I talk about it far too often. . .
:: Madeleine :: 11:19 PM [+] ::
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hello hello hello. I survived another tiring weekend and am gearing up for a long week. I am tired and I miss talking to everyone!! :-( Sorry for continual out-of-touch-ness.
Ah, dinner buzz. More later . . .
:: Madeleine :: 6:27 PM [+] ::
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Well, I'm sure you're all glad to know that I've recovered from the peppers, and that the salad was quite marvelous with only a taste of them.
Busy week. Wenesday Eric and I got pizza and I helped him study for his International Relations class. What's great is that the whole class is IR theory, so it helps me out in my Political Theory class. Then Thursday we went to La Parilla with his mom. She's so great, even if I was convinced that she hated me. I think what scares me the most is that there a many lonely middle-aged women out there who just need someone to listen to them. Anyway, we had a good time and then went to see "Road to Perdition." It was nice to see Tom Hanks in a different sort of role. The blood-splattering from the gunshots was what I would imagine it to look like if it was real.
Friday night was Amanda (a friend who lives in my hall)'s birthday, and we went to Uno's (strikingly similar to Pizzeria Uno in the windy city, but the pizza wasn't as good) to celebrate. It was nice, and almost all the 21 year-olds ordered alcohol to remind Amanda that she has another year until she can. Oh and it poured rain. Everyone gave me crap about hydroplaning. My station wagon does have four wheel drive. . .
Then let me think. . . oh Satuday. BAND DAY. And it was, band--all day. Okay, well most of the day. Band and rain all day. We were downtown at noon (percussion was at 10:30, so I shouldn't complain too loudly) to march a parade at one. We were the first, as we are the sponsors and all. Have you ever been in the rain yet are sweating at the same time? Not such a plesant sensation. Then put on a stinky band uniform. Ah well, the life of the Marching Jayhawks. I waited while the drumline and tubas loaded this business, and then we had to find a place to park near the stadium to geet to continunity rehearsal. So yeah, finally get up to Memorial Staduim and the evil KU parking department won't let them bring the equipment truck or band van near the stadium. So we have to practice run-in w/o the drumline. Which, if you know what run-in is like, is fairly futile. And we ran our pre-game show. We looked pretty together for our first home game, with 40% of the band being newcommers. Oh yes, did I mention the constant rain throughout all of this? It was either sprinkling or really raining. So finally the drums show up, and then we have to rehearse with the 3200 high school band kids that also marched through the wet parade and are here to see KU win its only game of the season. And as there's usually a band that doesn't show up at the last minute, it is the KU woodwinds job to fill in the holes. As soon as we're told where to go, the sky is pretty clear and the rain has let up. So I took out my pic and hauled over to the other side of the field. As soon as I got to my spot, it started sloshing buckets on me. When that rehearsal was over, we got a quick sandwhich and soda and had to struggle up the hill the steep way, to meet a the Chi Omega fountain (which is what we always do before games). So we warm up a little again, and then line up in parade formation to march down the hill, which I might add is a big muddy mess by now, but Dr. Oliver gets to walk on the sidewalk. . . so we got to the stadium and did all our pre-pre-game traditions, and the freshman were happy after a long hard day. Then we marched an AWESOME pregame (well I missed a step off, but oh well) and got to go stand in our seats for the rest of the game. The new video shown on the videoboard before the team comes out was AWESOME and they used our recording from our Gladiator show from last year. Good times. And we scored a touchdown in the first 18 seconds of the game. And eventually won. Which is so much more fun that losing. Maybe if we fired our offensive line, we'd be okay. Eh.
So after all that, I finally got to go home, shower, eat marvelous foor from La Parilla and drive to a party at the apartment of one of our drum majors and my section leader. It was a great party, and I got to see a lot of people who aren't in band anymore. I drove, so many things we're quite as funny. . .but I got to dance with some of my freshman pics who don't drink and that was a good time. Oh yeah, and there are lots of pictures. . .of keg stands. . . my other section leader, who apparenly doesn't drink, did two. Talk about peer pressure.
So now, I'm fighting to stay awake and do my homework. But I'm rejuvinated now, so I'll get back to work. I really think weeks should be four days and weekends three. Any seconds?

:: Madeleine :: 4:31 PM [+] ::
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I'm on fire. Literally. Earlier this afternoon I was cutting up some jalapeno peppers for dinner tonight, knowing I would probably kill someone if I didn't do it slowly and carefully. I even covered my hands in saran wrap. So then I come back upstairs, drinking some water, checking my e-mail. Then my mouth goes on fire! So I figure, oh damn, I didn't wash my hands well enough. So I run to the bathroom to wash my hands and flaming mouth. After sufficiently cooling off, I realize I have to go pee. Come back to my room, and yes, that unspeakable area, is on fire. The most painful thing you could ever imagine. Ever. I'm sure you're all thrilled I'm sharing this with you, but it gets worse. After fifteen minutes of standing under running water, I rub my eyes without thinking. Yep. I still can't decide which was worse. And I just stuck my thumb in my mouth because I slammed it on the shower door--so I officially win the stupidest klutz of the year award. Don't even tell me what you're thinking about me now. No way these jalapenos are going in my salad.

:: Madeleine :: 2:18 PM [+] ::
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Okay, really, the me walking off the edge of the earth--complete accident. I promise. Actually it was more like me walking ON the edge of the earth and you all know how little balance I have. And on top of that, I need collapsed from heat exhaustion after band today.
So now I have loads of reading to finish--but I'm going to see Robert Plant tomorrow!! Okay, I don't want to be too excited because his newest album is supposedly not his greatest, to put in nicely. But the Eagles concert rocked, so I'm hopeful. And dude, it's Robert *%#@ing Plant. I mean, really.
Well that's enough incoherent babbling from me for today--I'm going to go enjoy my new futon. Yea! Well, my roommate Libby hasn't brought back the hub, so I have no internet in my room *sniff sniff.* Soon soon.
:: Madeleine :: 8:15 PM [+] ::
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