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I am going to pretend like I havent been busy as hell, and havent posted an update in months. So no, no apologies. Since last I posted, stinalalala (Kristina) and the borg-like unit of crwsz (Carter & Whitney) have since been added to my friends page, however.
So: since then. I have been busy as anything with Impulse. This past week, I was with them in a recording studio in Easley laying down tracks for our debut album. Its tentatively titled "you'll get caught up in it", meant as a reference to Crossfire... they recorded the theme song/jingle, took crossfire-ad-type pictures, and seem really excited about it. I seem to be one of the very few who really don't like the title. I think its stupid and not nearly as clever as they think it is. Also, I know I will have to attempt to explain the title to everyone I attempt to sell the cd to. Oh well. Thats more whining than the event merits, because recording was so much fun, we spent 3 10-hour days doing it, and I loved every minute of it. We're hoping to raise enough money next semester to mix and master it, and have a release date set for just before Christmas this year. Joining men's glee, and subsequently Impulse, has been one of the best things I have done since the beginning of my four years here at Clemson. The only thing frustrating about being in Impulse is that, while I have met literally dozens of new friends, some of them even becoming quite close, I dont have (or havent made) time for my older friends. For instance, Sinclair, who was my best friend freshman year, and have known for a total of 8 years... just graduated. She's moving on to grad school and marriage. And even though I was at graduation (I was singing there with Impulse), I did not see her graduate. I dont know if I was distracted while she walked or what happened, but I missed it. And this really upsets me. We dont get to see each other much anymore, and I miss hanging out with her.
And speaking of graduation, James, my roommate for the past two years and all around fantastic guy, has also graduated. Even though he will be back next year every few weekends, visiting his fiance Laura from his job in Alabama... I still feel as if everyone is moving on without me. I know I am really going to miss having these friends in close proximity, and I know I regret all the time we could have hung out together, but weren't.
I'm getting older, and possibly even wiser, but it really comes at a price. Other people move on, and this is a scary and sad thing for me.
On to happier things:
I am currently residing in Kentucky after moving into my temporary housing at NKU this saturday, and started my internship at Southern Graphics Systems today. This area of Kentucky (Newport, 8 miles south of Cincinnati, OH) is beautiful, and there appears to be so much to do. There are comedy clubs with big-name comedians, music festivals, museums, all kinds of things that a real city should have, unlike the tacky Myrtle Beach (my permanant place of residence). I think I am going to have a blast here, as long as work doesn't ruin it. I have seen some strange and funny things here, such as drive-thru liquor stores, and Big Boy fast food restaraunts. I had assumed that these were fictional places made up for the Austin Powers movie, but no, they are non-fiction and really do have giant Big Boy statues. Its pretty funny. Oh, just check out the brief history of Newport... its pretty awesome. We had gangstas! The inventor of the Tommy gun even lived here. I see a pretty good percentage of the population likes to thug out.
For some weird reason, NPR is the only station signal that I can get consistantly strong on my way to work, and traveling around the area. Not that I mind NPR; I would just like to have some more options, especially since one station seems to have an excellent rock selection, playing not only big names but also smaller ones that I have never heard of but are excellent anyway. Maybe I will figure out a way to get that station picked up better.
Anyhow, if you have made it this far through my post, without skipping anything, I owe you a cookie. Come on up to see me to claim your prize. Some restrictions may apply, void where prohibited. MI, CA, and RI add a 3% luxury tax.
So: since then. I have been busy as anything with Impulse. This past week, I was with them in a recording studio in Easley laying down tracks for our debut album. Its tentatively titled "you'll get caught up in it", meant as a reference to Crossfire... they recorded the theme song/jingle, took crossfire-ad-type pictures, and seem really excited about it. I seem to be one of the very few who really don't like the title. I think its stupid and not nearly as clever as they think it is. Also, I know I will have to attempt to explain the title to everyone I attempt to sell the cd to. Oh well. Thats more whining than the event merits, because recording was so much fun, we spent 3 10-hour days doing it, and I loved every minute of it. We're hoping to raise enough money next semester to mix and master it, and have a release date set for just before Christmas this year. Joining men's glee, and subsequently Impulse, has been one of the best things I have done since the beginning of my four years here at Clemson. The only thing frustrating about being in Impulse is that, while I have met literally dozens of new friends, some of them even becoming quite close, I dont have (or havent made) time for my older friends. For instance, Sinclair, who was my best friend freshman year, and have known for a total of 8 years... just graduated. She's moving on to grad school and marriage. And even though I was at graduation (I was singing there with Impulse), I did not see her graduate. I dont know if I was distracted while she walked or what happened, but I missed it. And this really upsets me. We dont get to see each other much anymore, and I miss hanging out with her.
And speaking of graduation, James, my roommate for the past two years and all around fantastic guy, has also graduated. Even though he will be back next year every few weekends, visiting his fiance Laura from his job in Alabama... I still feel as if everyone is moving on without me. I know I am really going to miss having these friends in close proximity, and I know I regret all the time we could have hung out together, but weren't.
I'm getting older, and possibly even wiser, but it really comes at a price. Other people move on, and this is a scary and sad thing for me.
On to happier things:
I am currently residing in Kentucky after moving into my temporary housing at NKU this saturday, and started my internship at Southern Graphics Systems today. This area of Kentucky (Newport, 8 miles south of Cincinnati, OH) is beautiful, and there appears to be so much to do. There are comedy clubs with big-name comedians, music festivals, museums, all kinds of things that a real city should have, unlike the tacky Myrtle Beach (my permanant place of residence). I think I am going to have a blast here, as long as work doesn't ruin it. I have seen some strange and funny things here, such as drive-thru liquor stores, and Big Boy fast food restaraunts. I had assumed that these were fictional places made up for the Austin Powers movie, but no, they are non-fiction and really do have giant Big Boy statues. Its pretty funny. Oh, just check out the brief history of Newport... its pretty awesome. We had gangstas! The inventor of the Tommy gun even lived here. I see a pretty good percentage of the population likes to thug out.
For some weird reason, NPR is the only station signal that I can get consistantly strong on my way to work, and traveling around the area. Not that I mind NPR; I would just like to have some more options, especially since one station seems to have an excellent rock selection, playing not only big names but also smaller ones that I have never heard of but are excellent anyway. Maybe I will figure out a way to get that station picked up better.
Anyhow, if you have made it this far through my post, without skipping anything, I owe you a cookie. Come on up to see me to claim your prize. Some restrictions may apply, void where prohibited. MI, CA, and RI add a 3% luxury tax.