and the moment's magic swept us away
wow, listening to Mae makes me feel like I'm in a romance movie.
I'm also totally stressed about everything BCA related. Life in general... is making me tense.
Ya know... I'm pretty sure that all I wanna do is wake up, perhaps in someone else's arms.
It's been forever since my last post. Family picture was semi-goonish, we all looked like different colored Cosbys, I'm sure the Lahmann family looked sweet all clad in sweater.
So far, my schedule for next semester looks to be not-so-hellish, but who knows. But I might end up changing BCA 422 to 421. Two night classes will suck, but I can sleeeeeeeeeeeeep in.
For my BCA 311 final project, I'm making advertisements for Cold Stone Creamery. I want free service.
But yeah, last week was hell. Two exams, a few papers, much hardship. I'm not doing well in any of my classes, except for maybe BCA 318, because Sykes Daddy is just that -- my daddy.
And then Friday brought warm happiness like the breath of Aslan:
last Honors class (it's about damn time); watched Unleashed -- not bad, Jet Li is always good at his art... martial art; Leann and I went out to Keely's apartment to join her, Darren, Carl, Mike (Darren's roommate), and other randoms to celebrate Darren's turning 21 years of age. Carl, who has never drank in his life, bartended. It was amazing, everybody loved him. Darren was CRUNK and extremely loud and crazy. Him and I drinking together should prove fun in the future. The Lockwoods were also there. It's always good to see those tall bastards. I had three drinks, but none very strong, so much that I didn't even really get a buzz. But hot-damn is Purple Rain ever a delicious beverage.
Oh... Saturday... the day of days. After lifting at the SAC and critiquing many cds, it was time for the Frankles 21st Celebration. First, I must preface this all by unmodestly saying how awesome me and Frank's costumes were: Frank was dressed to the nines as a Douchebag (aka Oliver) -- pink button-up shirt, collar popped, wrist band, CMU visor, hemp bracelet. As for myself, I was a bonafied Tough Guy -- Coronna hat (tipped to the side, of course), WIFE BEATER, neck chain with $ bling, Espania arm band, killer Dragon/Sun tattoo, torn/wornout jeans. Honorable mentions go to Drew going as... ME, Leann for going as my bitch (literally? you decide), and Bryan as a damped Clark Kent complete with Superman undershirt.
Anyways, the night started off with a delicious spaghett-AH dinner, followed by a lovely birthday cake for the BSB. We then traveled to the unparalled greatness that is Fort Slaughterdale. For this 3rd year returner, it was nothing short of amazing once again. Everybody had a good time. Dori was quite easily scared, so when she sat down next to the grim reaper/thing to get a pic with it, I quite stealthily snuck behind her and scared her in syncrhonization with the camera shot. Perfect. Fort Slaughterdale lives on!
Then festivites began back at Dori's apartment. After I spent an hour-long trip waiting for Leann to get scandalous, the party was in full bloom. And so was Dori's alcohol consumption. Most everybody was in costume, lots of our friends were there, it was a great time. Many pictures were taken. I need them. Oh yeah, Rachel was Lara Croft -- that was quite fitting, especially the SWEET retractable toy knife. Anton was completely blitzed and wanted to smoke weed with me. Maddie was dancing like a disco ball, only it would've needed to drink a full bottle of wine first. Midnight came around and Frank finally purchased boooooze. Although my climb to innebreation was slow, by the end of the night, I was doing headstands on a small couch. It was most certainly bedtime at that point.
Morning hit, and Dori and her friend from home had baked french toast made for us (those two and Frank, me, and Leann). Scrumptous. Then it was time to depart, for I had to run the music meeting all by my lonesome at 4. Eileen, Dan Empson, and Erik were at some kind of broadcasting conference in Kansas City, so Eileen asked me to take over. It actually went rather well -- the music was really good for the most part, and alot of the jackasses didn't show up for the meeting. I was a formidable leader. I'm almost certain that Eileen has plans of trying to make/persuade me to be her successor as Music Director once she leaves. We'll see.
I'm almost done, I promise.
Monday's radio shift went very well, I played lots of good stuff. The highlight was that Miss Wohowiack had secretly left me a most heinous B-movie DVD from Marky Pointdexter to give away as a prize. The film? Well, A Bucket of Blood, of course! I'm telling you what people, listen from 1-4 every Monday, you can easily win a prize from yours truly! Request a song! Lick a chode!
Monday night's Cutting Room Floor was excellent, as well. It was a Halloween special, so it was just me, Eileen, Dan, and Erik -- the summer crew. Good times were had. Eileen had awesome Halloween-themed music beds, including the X-Files theme. She also played the full tracks of Monster Mash, Let's Do the Time Warp Again, Ghostbusters, and Thriller. There was also new music. Usual antics took place, but much better talkset topics and an extra half-hour helped make it a great show. Well... talking like Cosby helped, too.
If you even got this far reading, you deserve my undying gratitude. Leave me a comment.
I'm convinced that I will never get tired of watching Sin City. Just as long as I have my mits.
I'm also totally stressed about everything BCA related. Life in general... is making me tense.
Ya know... I'm pretty sure that all I wanna do is wake up, perhaps in someone else's arms.
It's been forever since my last post. Family picture was semi-goonish, we all looked like different colored Cosbys, I'm sure the Lahmann family looked sweet all clad in sweater.
So far, my schedule for next semester looks to be not-so-hellish, but who knows. But I might end up changing BCA 422 to 421. Two night classes will suck, but I can sleeeeeeeeeeeeep in.
For my BCA 311 final project, I'm making advertisements for Cold Stone Creamery. I want free service.
But yeah, last week was hell. Two exams, a few papers, much hardship. I'm not doing well in any of my classes, except for maybe BCA 318, because Sykes Daddy is just that -- my daddy.
And then Friday brought warm happiness like the breath of Aslan:
last Honors class (it's about damn time); watched Unleashed -- not bad, Jet Li is always good at his art... martial art; Leann and I went out to Keely's apartment to join her, Darren, Carl, Mike (Darren's roommate), and other randoms to celebrate Darren's turning 21 years of age. Carl, who has never drank in his life, bartended. It was amazing, everybody loved him. Darren was CRUNK and extremely loud and crazy. Him and I drinking together should prove fun in the future. The Lockwoods were also there. It's always good to see those tall bastards. I had three drinks, but none very strong, so much that I didn't even really get a buzz. But hot-damn is Purple Rain ever a delicious beverage.
Oh... Saturday... the day of days. After lifting at the SAC and critiquing many cds, it was time for the Frankles 21st Celebration. First, I must preface this all by unmodestly saying how awesome me and Frank's costumes were: Frank was dressed to the nines as a Douchebag (aka Oliver) -- pink button-up shirt, collar popped, wrist band, CMU visor, hemp bracelet. As for myself, I was a bonafied Tough Guy -- Coronna hat (tipped to the side, of course), WIFE BEATER, neck chain with $ bling, Espania arm band, killer Dragon/Sun tattoo, torn/wornout jeans. Honorable mentions go to Drew going as... ME, Leann for going as my bitch (literally? you decide), and Bryan as a damped Clark Kent complete with Superman undershirt.
Anyways, the night started off with a delicious spaghett-AH dinner, followed by a lovely birthday cake for the BSB. We then traveled to the unparalled greatness that is Fort Slaughterdale. For this 3rd year returner, it was nothing short of amazing once again. Everybody had a good time. Dori was quite easily scared, so when she sat down next to the grim reaper/thing to get a pic with it, I quite stealthily snuck behind her and scared her in syncrhonization with the camera shot. Perfect. Fort Slaughterdale lives on!
Then festivites began back at Dori's apartment. After I spent an hour-long trip waiting for Leann to get scandalous, the party was in full bloom. And so was Dori's alcohol consumption. Most everybody was in costume, lots of our friends were there, it was a great time. Many pictures were taken. I need them. Oh yeah, Rachel was Lara Croft -- that was quite fitting, especially the SWEET retractable toy knife. Anton was completely blitzed and wanted to smoke weed with me. Maddie was dancing like a disco ball, only it would've needed to drink a full bottle of wine first. Midnight came around and Frank finally purchased boooooze. Although my climb to innebreation was slow, by the end of the night, I was doing headstands on a small couch. It was most certainly bedtime at that point.
Morning hit, and Dori and her friend from home had baked french toast made for us (those two and Frank, me, and Leann). Scrumptous. Then it was time to depart, for I had to run the music meeting all by my lonesome at 4. Eileen, Dan Empson, and Erik were at some kind of broadcasting conference in Kansas City, so Eileen asked me to take over. It actually went rather well -- the music was really good for the most part, and alot of the jackasses didn't show up for the meeting. I was a formidable leader. I'm almost certain that Eileen has plans of trying to make/persuade me to be her successor as Music Director once she leaves. We'll see.
I'm almost done, I promise.
Monday's radio shift went very well, I played lots of good stuff. The highlight was that Miss Wohowiack had secretly left me a most heinous B-movie DVD from Marky Pointdexter to give away as a prize. The film? Well, A Bucket of Blood, of course! I'm telling you what people, listen from 1-4 every Monday, you can easily win a prize from yours truly! Request a song! Lick a chode!
Monday night's Cutting Room Floor was excellent, as well. It was a Halloween special, so it was just me, Eileen, Dan, and Erik -- the summer crew. Good times were had. Eileen had awesome Halloween-themed music beds, including the X-Files theme. She also played the full tracks of Monster Mash, Let's Do the Time Warp Again, Ghostbusters, and Thriller. There was also new music. Usual antics took place, but much better talkset topics and an extra half-hour helped make it a great show. Well... talking like Cosby helped, too.
If you even got this far reading, you deserve my undying gratitude. Leave me a comment.
I'm convinced that I will never get tired of watching Sin City. Just as long as I have my mits.