Me posting in livejournal agian? what? well, yeah. Just this once because I have so many better things to do, but this is so much easier. Plus I was feeling nostalgic for the days before Myspace took over.

I am the soon to be Graduate Intern in Interp at Hocking. Which is sweet, because I get to do what I have been doing anyway, but now I will get paid for it. I know I've got the job because I've talked to people, but they have yet to send me an official letter or anything, informing me that I'm hired. That's Hocking College for ya.

I saw a Scarlet Tanager today, and I saw an American Redstart yesterday morning. Those are some pretty splendid birds, in case you didn't know. I'd never seen a redstart before.

Notice how the previous paragraphs all start with either "I" or "me." does this mean I'm self centered and don't care about anthing but myself? probably... Which isn't to say that I could do without all the fantastic people that make me happy.

quandery. there's a good word for ya.

I made it to the winter warm up contra weekend in C-bus. Ah, what fine times. Thank you to our most gracious hostess!
Is seems I have come to know the midwest contra scene pretty well , since there were more familiar faces than not.

My newest obsession, by the way, is learning to call dances. I haven't gotten very far yet. In fact I haven't really started, aside from a couple one hour workshops, but it is something I must do.

I think I write my best at three in the morning when I am floating with tiredness.

Of course since right now it is only a little after 12:00 noon, I don't have very high expectations for this entry.

Our little apple tree has apples for the first time this year, but they are stull rather small, as well as being somewhat wormy. I have found few people who enjoy a good apple as much as I do. I think a lot of people think they don't like apples because they have only tried the nasty wax encrusted red and yellow delicious apples from the grocery store. My friend Andy says that New York apples are the very best, but I have never been there to try them. Although I have tried nearly all the varieties that the farmers' market has to offer.

Peaches in the summertime
Apples in the fall
If I can't have the one I want
I don't want none at all

Late August is when you can get fresh peaches AND apples. It's nice.

Ahh, Augusta. things are changing here, and I'm very glad to be a part of the last year with Margo as the director. She is retiring you see...
I don't suppose I will be here next year either.

I think everything happens on the weekend before memorial day. I was at our own hockhocking folk festival for the entire day, and it was quite a good time. BUT, that ment I didn't make it to the international street fair, the mayapple stomp or reavenwood castle. ah well.

Banjo is fantastic, and I think I am going to learn guitar.

I smile as I think of it.

Ali and I in Donkey Coffee on a thursday evening. There is nothing like learning about cooperage, listening to the open-mic-singer-songwriter-dude and soaking up atmosphere while drinking tea with large amounts of honey.

But for a true night on the town one must follow it up with a visit to the hookah bar for some baklava, and then spend an hour on a street corner, playing my heart out on the banjo. Sometimes people walk by, sometimes they smile...one or two stop to listen, throw in a coin and then move on. But they all hear me. My banjo and I do not go unnoticed. You make a great bodyguard Alice. ;)

Hello folks. I know it has been a while, but then very few people actually read this, so I am usually posting mostly for my own benefit anyway.
My life has been revolving around classes lately, witch makes it very boring to write about. I pulled a couple of all nighters this week getting ready for two presentations (which I had put off until the last minute). Today tramped about in the mud while we were looking at soils in my geology class.

People often say that I'm a hippy, because I go barefoot everywhere and sometimes wear long skirts. I really don't fall into that prestigious category of free spirits however (though some of my best friends do). I like to dress up as much as I like to dress down, and in general I think dreadlocks are rather ugly. I use deodorant (except the times that I forget) and though rainbows and tie die are awesome, so are sparkles. No, I am not a hippy...there are many facettes to my character, and that may be one of them, but I am an entity unto myself. Crazy I am, and I really don't care!

This is how I see myself, but it is hard to know what others see.

Alright, I am done with my fit of self contemplation.

Who are you?

Heh. So I went, on a last minute impulse, to the valentine dance last night. On my own of course...who needs a date? It was a typical dance of our fine institution (in other words, lame). It was very dark, with a few flashing disco lights, and I think at the most crowded it there were only about twenty people there. Of course they didn't play any real dance music (as far as I am concerned) but that is to be expected. Luckily my friend Rachelle was there, so hung out for a while. The best part of the evening? When I got home and turned into the driveway I saw a little red fox in the headlights. The second best part would have to be when I was escaping the dark room for a while and ran into a guy that I used to have a crush on (note: used to.) and talked to him for a bit...and he said I looked nice. Which I did :) At least my outfit was nice.

Gah! I don't want to write a proposal for class. :( I am such a bad student, haha. I got my mid-term grades this week...not so bad, but how did I get an A- desktop publishing? I thought I did everything perfectly. hmmm.

HAHAHA! It's another day. and I'm alive. Sweet. So...yeah, I had some Mt. Dew today....not very wise, i know. I was jumping up and down on chairs in the NR lounge. and dancing :) but Amanda was hyper too, becuase she also had soda pop, and even though it wasn't caffinated, it had the same effect. We were at the Interp club meeting, and Amanda and I are the pres and vice pres, but Sarah, the tresurer, had to be the responsible one, hahaha. My friends are so awesome :) Ok, enough for sentimentality. Lets talk about something depressing. ]=(:) <---does that look like a cow smily? no, i didn't invent it...sadly.

Beer bread...mmmm.

All the guys took turns picking me up during play practice tonight. Shaggy is supposed to carry me briefly in the play, and so far it has always turned into a fiasco, so we were trying to figure out a way that it would work without anybody getting hurt. And of course all the guys had to demonstrait how it was "supposed" to be done. I think I am just too heavy...haha

Ciao Bambinos/bambinas! (what does that even mean?)

I am forlorn...