I'll be missing you
Good weekend. Went out to ISU to see my darling Traci again. She's so awesome. I had a complete stranger affirm the degree to which I am lucky for having her for mine. I believe he said something to the effect of, "We'd stop shooting eachother if everyone had a girl like [Traci.] There'd be no wars! We'd all be like, 'No, I'm fine, I have her." Thank you Ian for your words of wisdom.
As far as other festivities of the night, Traci's friend Katie puked and I guess drew a flock of RAs doing rounds so they all got tickets. Judgements/fines are pending, but I think they have a good case, seeing as we hid all the open bottles in the room before it was searched. If you can call it that... they didn't even look anywhere besides the fridge. My Bacardi Vanilla was in the freezer. Thank god for dumb RAs. Also, I got out of a ticket by claiming to have no ID on me and then promptly hiding in the bathroom. I rock so hard.
Saturday we went to see Wicker Park finally. Traci and I both cried at the end. Then I made fun of her. It was so cute. I can't believe all the people that gave it a C- though. It was totally an A-. Later we went to the football game. I caught one of those toy footballs on accident. The guy in front of us dropped it. I didn't even know they were throwing them out at the time. Also, the student section is behind one of the end zones, so you can catch PATs and Field Goals if you are strategically placed. Apparently tradition is to throw the received ball out of the stadium onto the street. I thought that was awesome - reminiscent of the Wrigley tradition of returning opposing team's home run balls to the field of play.
Today we went shopping (wal-mart, god we are married). I then challenged her to a duel at Applebees for the Riblets championship. I had 7 slabs and she had 6. I felt like a champ.
On a more somber note, I was thinking about my dad a bit ago, and how hard these last few months have been. I don't want to change the way I live my life because of what has happened, but I always think about everything that's different. I hate that I can't update him on my life anymore. I hate not being able to hear those tidbits of wisdom he would always offer. Knowing that he knew how much I loved him and appreciated him makes this all easier than it could be, but it will never be easy. My life will never be the same, and I will feel a loss of my sense of direction and ambition for the rest of my life. I'm making a strong attempt to do everything the same way I intended to beforehand. I've declared my major, continued to take interesting classes, returned to Knox, stayed with Traci... the list goes on. I am terrified at the mere idea of more change.
With that, I am going to head to bed in search of dreams of familiarity.
As far as other festivities of the night, Traci's friend Katie puked and I guess drew a flock of RAs doing rounds so they all got tickets. Judgements/fines are pending, but I think they have a good case, seeing as we hid all the open bottles in the room before it was searched. If you can call it that... they didn't even look anywhere besides the fridge. My Bacardi Vanilla was in the freezer. Thank god for dumb RAs. Also, I got out of a ticket by claiming to have no ID on me and then promptly hiding in the bathroom. I rock so hard.
Saturday we went to see Wicker Park finally. Traci and I both cried at the end. Then I made fun of her. It was so cute. I can't believe all the people that gave it a C- though. It was totally an A-. Later we went to the football game. I caught one of those toy footballs on accident. The guy in front of us dropped it. I didn't even know they were throwing them out at the time. Also, the student section is behind one of the end zones, so you can catch PATs and Field Goals if you are strategically placed. Apparently tradition is to throw the received ball out of the stadium onto the street. I thought that was awesome - reminiscent of the Wrigley tradition of returning opposing team's home run balls to the field of play.
Today we went shopping (wal-mart, god we are married). I then challenged her to a duel at Applebees for the Riblets championship. I had 7 slabs and she had 6. I felt like a champ.
On a more somber note, I was thinking about my dad a bit ago, and how hard these last few months have been. I don't want to change the way I live my life because of what has happened, but I always think about everything that's different. I hate that I can't update him on my life anymore. I hate not being able to hear those tidbits of wisdom he would always offer. Knowing that he knew how much I loved him and appreciated him makes this all easier than it could be, but it will never be easy. My life will never be the same, and I will feel a loss of my sense of direction and ambition for the rest of my life. I'm making a strong attempt to do everything the same way I intended to beforehand. I've declared my major, continued to take interesting classes, returned to Knox, stayed with Traci... the list goes on. I am terrified at the mere idea of more change.
With that, I am going to head to bed in search of dreams of familiarity.