I'M BRINGING __________ BACK (YUP)...

I'm Bringing personal space back...

2007-05-10T23:41:00.000-07:00

So I'm officially done with SMU. WooHoo!!! I'm so glad to be out of this place. I swear it is where lacoste polos and Keystone Light cans come to die. This year has gone by so fast I can't believe it. Here are some milestones:

1) My first college party: Kappa Sig Heaven 'N Hell Halloween extravaganza. Sooooo much fun. Actually the last time I've danced in the past year. Ya, I actually still have a scar from this party.

2) SMU Homecoming: Ya, lets move on.

3) Nic moving back to Oregon: ya, this was really sad. I had to start out my year all alone. I was really depressed and not making any friends. I think this was the beginning of the end for me and SMU. I was not having a good time all by myself. I also blame this for making me buy Laguna Beach season 1. That's right, BUY.

4) Sam moving in: Sam = best roommate in the entire world. She really brought me out of my shell. Plus she's freaking awesome. Ya, we're kind of twins. We look ridiculously similar. I'm really going to miss not having her around all the time. Love ya Sam!!

5) My first community bathroom experience: Ya, not going to miss the community bathrooms. Having to wait for the sink/ bathroom stall/ shower = not fun at all. Plus, I hate showering with shoes on, as most people do. And the big shower was always clogged, so water would just fill up the tub, negating the benefit of the shower shoes. My point: community showers are a horrible idea.

6) Meeting my first Alaskan: Daniel, one of my best friends here, is from freaking Alaska, making him automatically interesting. Everytime I complained about being cold, he would say, "Shut up, it's like negitive 50 in Alaska," and I would say, "Well-played Daniel...well-played." Plus, he's a huge Mavs fan and his uncle has amazing seats right behind the players bench.

7) Meeting Stacy: Ya, I didn't realize that she was going to be such an influencial person in my life when I met her. She was just the random girl driving me and 2 other friends to Garvie's townhouse. Then, she came over a few days later and watched CSI: Miami with me, and the rest is history...

8) Moving out: Ugggggg. After this year, I'm never moving again...without movers...and proper packing supplies. No more just throwing stuff in my big-ass suitcase and praying for the best.

Ya, there is more, but if I tell you, I would have to kill you...

I'm Bringing Bandwagons Back...

2007-05-07T03:58:00.000-07:00

OK, now I'm really into lists because their such an easy format for blogs. Don't have anything to blog about? Make a list. So my list for today: All of the bandwagons I hopped on over the years:

1) the Dirk Nowitzki Bandwagon (aka the Wunderkind Bandwagon): I'm not just a passenger on this bandwagon, I'm pretty much the driver of this bandwagon (please see last post for more thourough example of what it takes to be the driver of the Wunderkind Bandwagon). If this comes as a suprize to you, you do not know me at all and we are no longer friends...my condolences for your loss.

2) On that note, any bandwagon having to do with the Dallas Mavericks, except the Mark Cuban Bandwagon, because he needs to sit down and shut up. But he isn't jumping off the Mavericks bandwagon (a bandwagon which he kind of owns), so you got to give him props for that; he ain't no bandwagon jumper.

3) the Dallas Cowboys Bandwagon: sure, they aren't as good as they used to be (Emmit-Aikman era), but they're still and will always be America's team. Also, being a native of Dallas, I got to support the Cows!!

4) the Randy Galloway Bandwagon: I love Randy Galloway. He knows what he's talking about and he knows how to apropriatly talk about it (unlike some people I know *cough*Boyce*cough*). He knows that the Mavs (and every other Dallas team this year) kind of, well, fell flat, but yet he's still supportive in his own vindictive, self-servinig, harsh sort of way. And I agree with everything he says except for a few rare occasions.

5) the Bill Simmons Bandwagon: I don't always agree with what Bill says, but he's a great writer. Just look at my facebook profile. Pretty much all my quotes are from him. After the NBA finals in 2006, I found his blog on the state of the NBA and read the entire thing out loud to my parents; it was 11 pages long and I made them sit through it. And he's witty, oh so witty. And his page on ESPN.com has a picture of the infamous cowbell- Blue Oyster Clut skit from SNL. You gotta listen to what someone like that has to say.

6) the wide-leg pant Bandwagon: this has nothing to do with sports, I'm actually talking about wide-leg pants. I just love them. They're really comfy and cute and I don't feel like a fat-ass in them.

7) the Jogging Bandwagon: Ya, this bandwagon started way back when, but it's still going strong. It doesn't matter how many gyms open, you will always see people jogging around their neighborhoods, taking in the scenery. I love it because it feels like I'm actually going somewhere, unlike the tredmill. Plus getting to jog around Highland Park is incentive enough: it's really pretty and there are sidewalks everywhere.

I'm Bringing Cruelty Back...

2007-05-07T03:01:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm not bringing it back, but this writer from the Kansas City Star sure did, a piece entitled "Dirk Chokes, and he's Holding Dallas Back". David Boyce was just mean...really mean.

OK, as one of Dirk's greatest supporters, I am a little biased and always eager to run to the aid of my favorite player. But I think this article would make a lot of the Dirk Bandwagon Jumpers who denied knowing his name and owning his jersey in all 3 Mavs colors after the Game 6 humiliation to jump back on the Wunderkind-mobile. Probably the most cruel thing in the entire article was this:

"But as long as Nowitzki is the go-to player, the only place the Mavericks will finish is the land of postseason chokers, where Nowitzki is president."

OK Boyce, you just crossed a line. Sure, maybe Dallas' precious Dirk did choke, but there is no reason to get all nasty about it. I know you feel bad because you predicted Dallas to win it all like everyone did. Everyone was so eager to jump on the Dallas Bandwagon during our 4 double-didget winning streaks. I know you are pissed at yourself for being just another face in the masses who followed the Dallas light and who were disappointed in the end. But there is no reason to take your anger out on one person when basketball is a team sport. Need I remind you that there is no "I" in "TEAM", but there is an "I" in "DIRK"...but that doesn't make much sense...

Back to my point, if we're going to play the blame game, we cannot blame one player for the performance of an entire team, complete with coaching staff. I hate to use words like "blame" and "fault", but it wasn't all Dirk's fault. His performance was not the only one lacking luster during this playoff series. Sure, if he would have gotten his act together, Dallas probably would have done a lot better (i.e. won the series like they were supposed to). But I think Nowitzki obviously knows that he sucked (for lack of a better word). The series is over, Game 6 is in the past, and constantly saying things like, "Nowitzki choked" is not going to reverse time and make Dallas advance to the 2nd round. The only thing that we can do with this situation is learn from it, go back and analyze the stats, look at the game footage, and prepare for the future. And giving Dirk titles like "President of the Land of Postseason Chokers" is not going to magically turn him into a magnificent cluch player.

On that note, I think it's important to point out that basketball players are human (even though most are freakishly tall and have crazy-mad skills): they have emotions and they make mistakes. There is no such thing as perfection, not even in the game of basketball. Sorry to break it to you.

And need I remind you Boyce that Kansas City doesn't even have an NBA team? Ya, that's right. And the Chiefs had a worse record than the Cowboys this year...and that's saying something with as many balls as T.O. dropped this season, but don't even get me started on T.O., because T.O. is on my list...

So now I have to explain my list, my list of people I don't personally care for. Some are becuase they suck as athletes, others because they suck as human beings:

1) Terrell Owens: for obvious reasons. He is actually the only person on my list that sucks at being both an athlete AND a human being. Congratulations for being the most worthless person on the planet. And the children's book "T.O. Learns to Share" only gives him more reason to be on my List.

2) A couple of kids who I went to school with who will go unnamed: ya they are just horrible human beings (Don't worry, if you're reading this, chances are you are not one of them).

3) Pat Riley: he looks like the evil emporer from Star Wars, after he gets electricuted. Does nobody else see that? I seriously get really scared every time they show a close up of him on tv...nope, actually I have a constant fear of Pat Riley, just afraid he's going to come and kill me in my sleep for comparing him to the evil electrocuted emporer from Star Wars.

4) Dwayne Wade: not only is he on my List, but he is also the president of the Sit Down and Shut Up club (with Marc Cuban being the treasurer and the newly-elected David Boyce as the vice-president, for reasons stated above). Ya, after winning the 2006 NBA title, he goes and critiques Nowitzki, saying that he's not a good leader and crap like that. Hey Wade, you got the trophy...you can shut up now. And then he seriously hurt his shoulder and pulled a James Brown with that towel and the wheelchair, and then got made fun of by crying like a little girl, and then his team got swept by the Chicago Bulls in the first round, so I think that shut him up...for a minute.

*Note* anyone who says anything negative and not constructive about any of the Dallas Mavericks is automatically inducted into the Sit Down and Shut Up Club.

5) Shaquile O'Neal (there seems to be a pattern with Miami Heat people): he just has an attitude, and for a guy with his free throw shooting percentage, he need not have one. He is also a paying member of the Sit Down and Shut Up Club.

6) Antoine Walker: another Miami Heat player. Honestly, I just don't like his face. He looks (and acts) like a big baby.

7) Marion Barbosa: picture it: 2006, Conference Finals, he called Dirk a not-so-nice word and gave him a not-so-nice hand gesture to go along with that word. One of the few times I've ever seen Nowitzki almost get in a fight. Barbosa was called for the T (at least I think it was Barbosa, it might have been Stoudemire...oh well, throw them both on the list, and into the Sit Down and Shut Up Club...even though I think that T did the trick, and that 50-point game that Dirk had).

8) George Bush: yes he started the Iraq War (big mistake), but when the Miami Heat presented him with the game ball from the Finals last year, he tried to dribble it...and failed. Ya, real smooth there Bush.

On a happier note, Round 2 is officially up and running. Spurs vs. Suns today...what a game! As my friend Daniel pointed out, they are literally trying to kill each other. Here's what happened: Steve Nash's nose has a pretty unfortunate collision with Tony Parker's face, resulting in Tony Parker almost being knocked unconcious and Nash getting a really bad cut on his nose. Because the cut wouldn't stop bleeding, he had to sit out with about 2 minutes left in the fourth, allowing the Spurs to win the game.

With any luck, Boyce will run into Tony Parker's forehead and end up with a bloody nose.

I'm Bringing Coach-Man Back...

2007-05-06T12:04:00.000-07:00

(aka Avery Johnson)

Poor Aves. You gotta feel bad for the guy. I mean his team was expected to win it all, and their out in the first round...even though it was kind of their fault...which makes it even worse. To make matters worse, he had to go on Galloway and Company the day after that heart-breaking game 6 loss. But he did very well: he didn't deny anything that was so obviously true (i.e. the Mavericks didn't play well...at all). To go even further, he took the blame for the whole thing, saying that it was ultimatly his fault that the mavs didn't play up to thier standards.

Of course, the question of whether he would return next season came up, like it always does after a game like Game 6. To this, Aves said that Mark Cuban and him sat down and had a long talk about it and both agreed that Avery Johnson would be the head coach for the 2007-2008 season (HALLELUJA!!!), a season I think every Mavs fan who is not a Bandwagon Jumper is counting down the days to.

So round 1 is officially over. Conference Semi-Finals are up next. Here are the matchups and my picks:

Western Conference:

Goldenstate Warriors vs. Utah Jazz: this is going to be an interesting one, since nobody in their right mind predicted that these two teams would be playing each other in this series since everyone in their right mind predicted Dallas to survive the first round. Both teams have a lot of momentum coming out of the first round: Goldenstate (because "they believe" or some shit like that) and Utah Jazz (because they haven't made the playoffs in a million gazillion years...and c'mon, they're UTAH). I think this all depends on how each team plays on the away games. If the Jazz can withstand the psycological torment of the hyped-up GSW fans, then I say they have a chance. If GSW can win one of the first two games (both played in Utah because of home court advantage), they're going to gain momentum and run away with the series when they play back in Oakland. But I can't really comment on the Utah fans becaue I have never really seen them during a game. But GS did get off pretty easy in Dallas, because the NDBP think it's "uncool" to yell and cheer on their team or some shit like that. But I don't know how you can get any better than the GS fans; they were really there for their team. You got to respect that. So I think this season depends on how either team plays under pressure in away games, but I think that ultimatly the momentum that GS gained from round 1 will carry over to Conference semi-finals and carry them to a spot in the Conference finals.

San Antonio Spurs vs. Phoenix Suns: God, I cannot wait to see this matchup! This is going to be one of the most intense displays of sportsmanship that we will see in the last few years. I think both teams are breathing a sigh of relief that they don't have to save some energy for Dallas in the Conference Finals round, so they are going to play with even more intensity this round. They are really going to beat each other up in this round, so it's hard to say who's going to come out on top. Neither team is really an "underdog" playing with something to prove like GSW and Utah. Both teams have been through these motions before, they know the intensity that comes along with the playoffs. It's going to come down to 1) how the refs are calling the games and 2) who really wants it more and 3) who gets tired faster. In the end, I think it will be Phoenix in 7...a rough 7. The Spurs are old, a big 7 game series is really going to wear them out. The Suns are a lot younger...'nuff said.

Eastern Conference:

Ya, I really don't care about the Eastern Conference because it sucks this year. The one team that I was kind of watching got swept in the first round (suck on that Miami Heat!! What do you have to say now Wade?? HMMMM??). Now, I only have 2 words for you: Detroit Pistons.

I'm Bringing Dallas Back...

2007-05-04T07:13:00.000-07:00

Just because you know I have to talk about it: Dallas Mavericks losing...to Golden State Warriors...in the first round of the playoffs...when we were expected to win it all. Ya, I don't know if this situation could sound any worse. Oh ya, and Golden State is probably not even going to make it out of the next round, so it was all for naught.

I've got one word for you: Nellie. This is Don Nelson's great revenge on Mark Cuban. It's like he's saying, "Hey Cuban, you still owe me $6 Million. Oh, you refuse to pay? Then I will just use my powers for evil and destroy your team's moral...and then go drink some scotch and puff a cigar with my fugly dog. HA!! Suck on that Cuban!"

Does anyone fail to notice that we could have avoided this problem all together? We could have knocked out the Warriors in the regular season. Ya, that game that Avery Johnson decided to rest all of the starters so that they would be healthy for the playoffs. That is just cruel irony right there.

So today starts the reprocussions of this heartbreaking loss. I hate days like today. Everyone gets way to emotionally caught up in the game and is all angry and frustrated. People are pissed off...devistated...a couple had to flee in the night from their bookies because the Mavericks winning the playoffs was a "safe bet". But if I had a quarter for every time that someone predicted the Mavericks as a "safe bet"...

I hate when people are mad about lost sports games. I mean ya. this sucks, and yes, I was angry, and yes, we did kind of let the Warriors kick our ass, but I'm not angry anymore. What I'm concentrating on now is getting better. There is no point in STILL being pissed at the Mavs; they need their fans more than ever now. These are actually the kinds of situations that define real fans because real fans stick by their teams whether they are winning or losing, AND I AM STICKING BY THE MAVS!!

While trying to figure out what exactly happened, I came across an amazing article by my idol, Bill Simmons (writer for ESPN.com...page 2, who I always agree with...him and Randy Galloway...today will be an interesting show on GAC...more to come on that). Anyway, it's titled "The 13 Levels of Losing," and it is genius. Here are the levels:

"Level XIII: The Princeton Principle
Definition: When a Cinderella team hangs tough against a heavy favorite, but the favorite somehow prevails in the end (like Princeton almost toppling Georgetown in the '89 NCAAs) ... this one stings because you had low expectations, but those gritty underdogs raised your hopes ... also works for boxing, especially in situations like Balboa-Creed I ("He doesn't know it's a damn show! He thinks it's a damn fight!") ... the moment that always sucks you in: in college hoops, when they show shots of the bench scrubs leaping up and down and hugging each other during the "These guys won't go away!" portion of the game, before the collapse at the end...

"Level XII: The Achilles' Heel
Definition: This defeat transcends the actual game, because it revealed something larger about your team, a fatal flaw exposed for everyone to see ... flare guns are fired, red flags are raised, doubt seeps into your team ... usually the beginning of the end (you don't fully comprehend this until you're reflecting back on it)...

"Level XI: The Alpha Dog
Definition: It might have been a devastating loss, but at least you could take solace that a superior player made the difference in the end ... unfortunately, he wasn't playing for your team ... you feel more helpless here than anything ... for further reference, see any of MJ's games in the Finals against Utah ('97 and '98)

"Level X: The Rabbit's Foot
Definition: Now we're starting to get into "Outright Painful" territory ... this applies to those frustrating games and/or series where every single break seemingly goes against your team ... unbelievably frustrating ... you know that sinking, "Oh, God, I've been here before" feeling when something unfortunate happens, when your guard immediately goes shooting up? ... yeah ... I'm wincing just writing about it

"Level IX: The Sudden Death
Definition: Is there another fan experience quite like overtime hockey, when every slap shot, breakaway and centering pass might spell doom, and losing feels 10 times worse than winning feels good (if that makes sense)? ... there's only one mitigating factor: when OT periods start piling up and you lose the capacity to care anymore; invariably you start rooting for the game to just end, just so you don't suffer a heart attack ... bonus points because one of these happened last night: Colorado's game-winning OT goal against Detroit.

"Level VIII: Dead Man Walking
Definition: Applies to any playoff series when your team remains "alive," but they just suffered a loss so catastrophic and so harrowing that there's no possible way they can bounce back ... especially disheartening because you wave the white flag mentally, but there's a tiny part of you still holding out hope for a miraculous momentum change ... so you've given up, but you're still getting hurt, if that makes sense ... just for the record, I thought this would apply to the Nets after their Game 3 collapse (I couldn't have been more wrong)

"Level VII: The Monkey Wrench
Definition: Any situation where either A) the manager/coach of your team made an idiotic game decision, or B) a referee/umpire robbed your team of impending victory ... the Monkey Wrench game gains steam as the days and months roll along ... the Patriots and Raiders deserve special mention here because they played two Monkey Wrench games 26 years apart -- the '76 Playoff Game (where Ben Dreith's dubious "roughing the passer" call on "Sugar Bear" Hamilton gave the Raiders second life), and this January's Snow Game (the Brady fumble/non-fumble) ... funny how life works out.

"Level VI: The Full-Fledged Butt-Kicking
Definition: Sometimes you can tell right away when it isn't your team's day ... and that's the worst part, not just the epiphany but everything that follows -- every botched play, every turnover, every instance where someone on your team quits, every "deer in the headlights" look, every time an announcer says, "They can't get anything going," every shot of the opponents celebrating, every time you look at the score and think to yourself, "Well, if we score here and force a turnover, maybe we'll get some momentum," but you know it's not going to happen, because you're already 30 points down ... you just want it to end, and it won't end ... but you can't look away ... it's the sports fan's equivalent to a three-hour torture session

"Level V: The "This Can't Be Happening" Game
The sibling of the Full-Fledged Butt-Kicking ... you're supposed to win, you expect to win, the game is a mere formality ... suddenly your team falls behind, your opponents are fired up, the clock is ticking and it dawns on you for the first time, "Oh my God, this can't be happening."

"Level IV: The Broken Axle
Definition: When the wheels come flying off in a big game, leading to a complete collapse down the stretch ... this one works best for basketball, like Game 3 of the Celtics-Nets series this year, or Game 7 of the Blazers-Lakers series in 2000 ... you know when it's happening because A) the home crowd pushes their team to another level, and B) the team that's collapsing becomes afflicted with Deer-In-The-Headlitis ... it's always fascinating to see how teams bounce back from the Broken Axle Game ... by the way, nobody has been involved in more Broken Axle games than Rick Adelman

"Level III: The Guillotine
Definition: This one combines the devastation of the Broken Axle game with sweeping bitterness and hostility ... your team's hanging tough (hell, they might even be winning), but you can feel the inevitable breakdown coming, and you keep waiting for the guillotine to drop, and you just know it's coming -- you know it -- and when it finally comes, you're angry that it happened and you're angry at yourself for contributing to the debilitating karma ... these are the games when people end up whipping their remote controls against a wall or breaking their hands while pounding a coffee table ... too many of these and you'll end up in prison

"Level II: The Stomach Punch
Definition: Now we've moved into rarefied territory, any roller-coaster game that ends with A) an opponent making a pivotal (sometimes improbable) play, or B) one of your guys failing in the clutch ... usually ends with fans filing out after the game in stunned disbelief, if they can even move at all ... always haunting, sometimes scarring ... there are degrees to the Stomach Punch Game, depending on the situation ... for instance, Sunday's Kings-Lakers game and Monday's Celts-Nets game featured agonizing endings, but they weren't nearly as agonizing as Cleveland's Earnest Byner fumbling against Denver when he was about two yards and 0.2 seconds away from sending the Browns to the Super Bowl).

"Level I: That Game
Definition: Game 6 of the 1986 World Series ... one of a kind ... given the circumstances and the history involved here, maybe the most catastrophic sports loss of our lifetime."

When classifying Game 6 (the name under which it will not be infamously known to all Mavericks fans...ever), the first instinct is to put it under Level 1: That Game. C'Mon, this wasn't THAT game, far from it. It just seems like it now because the wound is fresh. Don't be so melodramatic, for gosh sakes! This could be considered a Level VII: the Achilles Heal, our fatal flaw being that Old Nellie used to be our head coach and knows how to beat us...but I think everyone knew that because GS has beaten us 8 our of our last 9 regular season meetings. I would classify Game 6 most closely as Level VI: The Full-Fledged Butt-Kicking. The Mavericks seem to always get that "Deer-in-the-headlight" look in pressure situations **cough**Finals '06 against Miami**cought**. And now, we did it again. Yes, Coach Johnson does need to work on getting our weaknesses under control, but he also needs to find a way to get his players to unwind a little, a way for them to find the momentum they need even when they are playing a sink-or-swim away game with fans like the ones in GS **cough**crazy**cough**.

Actually, I must commend the GS fans. The entire game, everyone was on their feet yelling and cheering. When you go to a Mavs home game and look at the fans in the 100-200 section...they're just sitting there (unless the score is really close in a clutch situation). While watching Game 5 the other night, they showed all the NDBP: the North Dallas Beautiful People, the people who are just there because they can AFFORD to be there. They are their to be seen in their season seats at the AAC, all the bleach-blonde women in their David Yurman jewelry, talking on their Blackberry cell phones. How do you even talk on your cell phone at any basketball game??? And the men are all in buisness suits talking...buisness. Here's a hint: deals are made on the golf course, not at the AAC. Not only should you be cheering on your team, but the noise level could lead to some money miscommunication...so really, you would be saving yourself a lot of money. I'm not saying that all 100-200 people are like this, its just the NDBP that are.

The 300 section is the only way to go. The fans up their are not there to "be seen"; they are there to be HEARD!! They are into the entire game. Even the people who are in the last row and can't see very well are into it. The best thing about sitting up there is that you can yell as loud as you want and nobody will give you a "shut the hell up, I'm making a buisness merger/having a conversation about my life on my freaking cell phone" look. The 300 people won't shut you up because they are yelling as loud as you are. You're giving them hugs when your team is doing well. You're participating in the "BULL SHIT" chant with them when your team got called by the refs. You are really sharing in an experience with the 300. I LOVE THE 300 BECAUSE THEY ARE THE REAL FANS!!! They understand that the game is about the game, not about themselves being seen there. Their about the team and being there to support them and being there for them, win or lose. Maybe, if the NDBP had cheered more in Game 1...nope, I'm not going to stoop to that level. I will embrace my fellow fans...even though I am the biggest fan...and I rule all. FACE.

P.S. Dirk: shooting 2/13 in the entire game:: Tony Romo: fumbling the snap on the kick in the Cowboys run at the playoffs. CAN'T YOU SEE THE COMPARISON?? The sad thing is until next season starts, nobody is going to remember all of Dirk's double-doubles or his 24 point shooting percentage; everyone is only going to talk about how he fell flat (or, dare I say it, choked?) in the playoffs...kind of like Romo funbling that ball. Nobody remembers all the balls he did catch; they only remember that fumble.

HeHe...balls.

I'm Bringing Texas Back...

2007-04-18T22:16:00.000-07:00

So I have some news: as some of you know, I planned on going to KU next semester. Change of plans!! I'm staying in Dallas at least for the next semester. I will be going to school (most likely UTD or UT Arlington), working full-time, and living with my friend Stacy.

I know what you all (or some of you) are thinking: wow, she has really fucked up her entire life. And maybe I have. I did not work as hard as I needed to this year, and I really know that. But at this time (and because I was so unhappy at SMU that it pretty much ruined the college experience for me), I feel like it is the right thing to do. After next semester (or next year), I'm probably going to transfer to another school after I raise my GPA (which isn't the best that it could be). So I am going to work very hard to catch up on my coursework next semester and try very hard to make good grades.

This is just a time in my life when I am realizing that I want different things than I thought I did. I want to work my way through college. I know it's not going to ruin my life not to be Sorority Sue. What was good for my parents and everyone else around me is not necessarily good for me.

After making this decision, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted. I am so excited about moving in with Stacy and having my own apartment. I'm moving in July and I've already picked out my bedding! Did I mention the complex has a pool?? for a Dallas July?? That's right...face.

I'm Bringing Lane Back...

2007-03-29T16:56:00.000-07:00

Ya, I'm back by popular demand...ok, just Alex's. So a big list of stuff that happened while I was gone:

1. I went to New York for the first time
2. I almost killed a flight attendant for the first time
3. I went to New York's Saint Patrick's Day parade...but did not drink any green beer (unfortunatly)
4. I finished my transfer applications
5. Mavericks set a new franchise record of 18 wins in a row and they tied their franchise record of 60 wins in one season
6. Dirk Nowitzki came within one point of having 15,000 carreer points...and then sprained his ankle
7. I started walking every day and eating healthy...kinda.

So that's it...nothing really blog worthy...

ALEX GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT!!!

I'm Bringing leoplurodon Back...

2007-03-05T12:59:00.000-08:00

Last weekend at KU = Weekend of mayhem!! I had such a good time!! Lawrence is suprisingly a really fun place. There is so much to do.
Day 1- I got to Kansas City on a Friday....
Katy came and got me at the airport, then a 40 minute car ride to Lawrence. Went to this really really good mexican food resteraunt for dinner (really good enchiladas!), then went to a party at the Bar...and kind of got wasted...I'm not gonna lie. SOOOOOOO MUCH FUN!!!

Day 2- Rock Chalk Jayhawk KU!!!
KU vs. UT basketball game...most amazing game I've ever been to...EVER!! Got to see the Jayhawks get their Big 12 Conference Championship trophy...and saw them cut down the game net. 50 Conference Titles!!!! Then lunch at Jason's Deli because everything else was so crowded. Ate way too much (Giselle was binge-eating!!). Then to the Beta house, then the DU house, then the Delta Chi house, then back to the dorm...because we were tired!

Day 3- Woke up late, lunch at Wheat Fields, then drove around campus and took pictures. 40 minute ride back to the airport, then the flight home.

FIN

Now it's the hard part: deciding where I'm going to go!!! I did have a really good time at KU, but looking back, it really is a toss-up. Both KU and Tech are great schools. Both have sports managment. I just don't know...I DON'T KNOW!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO!!!!??????

I'm Bringing Basketball Jones Back...

2007-02-28T20:40:00.000-08:00

Reasons Why I'm super-excited:
~My visit to Lawrence, Kansas this weekend!!!!!! KU vs. UT basketball game :-) Beak 'Em Hawks!!!!
~Alex visiting for Spring Break!!!
~Alex and I going to Dallas Mavericks vs. New Jersey Nets Tuesday night!!!! Upper level front row!!
~Spring Break in New York City!!!! With Kristin...AND MK!!!
~Daniel and I going to Mavs Weekend in April (also known as the last 2 home games of the regular season)!!!!

In other words, I am beyond excited!! After tomorow (my Art History mid-term), life is going to be bitchin'. But not for all of us...

A girl on our floor is going through a really difficult break-up right now. It is so sad. But he's like 2 years older than her and he's all the way back in Tennessee, so I think the distance is just getting to him. It's like break-up season right now. It's that time a couple of weeks after Valentine's day (because nobody wants to break up around Valentine's Day) and right before spring (when everyone seems to be really horny...because it's spring).

My question for the day: how important is distance in a relationship? I mean, being far away from the one you love has to be hard, but you don't want to be too close to each other either. You both need your own space. You know why office romances fail most of the time? Because you see that person all the time. You turn around at work: they're there. You go home: they're there. THEY ARE ALWAYS THERE!! But you don't want to be too far apart either. I mean, do you want to spend 4 years seeing each other one week a month or so? And it only gets harder as you go, especially in college because there are so many temptations (except at an all-girls school...unless you are secretly a lesbian...or a boy).

This is why it has to be hard to be a pro-ball player, especially in this age. This is not the NBA of the 1970's. Athlete's are considered immense celebrities now. They hang out with actors and musicians, hardly ever "normal people". Not even the hot girls that hit on them in bars and clubs. These vultures are not "normal". For one, they are incredibly attractive. Two, a lot of them do not care if the athlete is married or dating someone, they just want to be able to say that they slept with a pro-athlete. But why? Why sleep with a pro-athlete? So you can put it on your resume? It doesn't matter if it's a pro-athlete or a regular Joe off the street: doesn't matter who you sleep with, YOU'RE STILL A SLUT. Sure, a pro-athlete found you attractive (or drunk) enough to want to have sex with you. But IT WAS ONLY SEX. He used you for sex and will probably never call you because he doesn't want to get to know you. Men do not get lonely for an emotional bond like women do; men just need to get laid. This is why you never hear about female pro-athletes sleeping with men on the road: because they don't. Like every other woman on this planet, they need an emotional connection. Men, on the other hand, need a physical one. That's how "female companion services" stay in buisness: men needing sex. But the girls in the bars want to talk and cuddle afterwards and say things like, "Call me". Call-girls know it's just about the sex, and nothing more.

But what about the pro-athletes with the wives and the girlfriends? Why is it so hard for some of them to stay faithful to their prior commitments? A lot of it can be contributed to ego. Because one slutty girl in the bar wants to blow them, they automatically thing that this girl is a representation of the entire female population, meaning that every woman wants to blow them. And most of them do. Most women want the satisfaction of knowing that a man that could have any girl that he wanted chose to let her blow them, making the woman feel desired both on a physical, and emotional, level. And that is where the male and female wires get crossed. MEN WANT SEX. WOMEN WANT EMOTIONS.

So what about the women back at home? Why can't these pro-athletes just wait until they get home to get sex? Even better, why not just jerk off? That's what porn is for!! Hello!! Again, it's the ego. It's the satisfaction they get from knowing that every man wants to be them and every woman wants to get with them. It's one big cycle of miscommunication.

I'm not trying to sit on my high horse and criticise others. Honestly, I'm only human: I might do the same thing. If a average Joe with average looks and an average life offered to buy me a drink in a bar, I would take it (because there are sober kids in Asia and who am I to deny free liquor), but I wouldn't really think about going home with the guy (unless I was really liquored up and all alone and really really really desparate...and had a roofy or two). But if a well-known pro-athlete came up to me and started talking to me, I would really consider hooking up with him...and personally, I think that's retarted. I hate that I would do that because it is just rewarding a guy for being ridiculously good at his job, and nothing more. There are a lot of really good accountants, but you don't see women lining up to sleep with them...Because they do not have the fame factor.

IN CONCLUSION: It's all about the fame. There is no such thing as bad press. If people know who you are, chances are there are a lot of women who want to sleep with you. Think about all those guys on death row with women writing them love letters. They are being rewarded for being famous...and not in a good way. And it isn't fair, but let's face it: LIFE IS NOT FAIR.

I'm Bringing Millard Back...

2007-02-26T20:42:00.000-08:00

As promised, I will now continue my Luv Luv Luv List:

~Dirk Nowitzki- I know I already had him, but I just thought I would reiterate that. MVP 2007!!

~My parents- for finally being supportive of what I want to do, which might be easier now because I don't want to major in music.

~People who read my blog- because there are only like 3 of you...and ya'll are all awesome.

~Bill Simmons- He's not always my favorite person, but he did write a great (but long and boring to all people who don't really understand basketball) essay about the State of the NBA. ESPN.com...go find it right now.

~Alex Millard- I've known her forever, and I think she's pretty damn amazing. And when she's a writer/editor for some magazine, I will get to meet all the hot celebrities she interviews/meets, and she will give me swag...lots and lots of swag.

Which brings me to my topic for the day: I think I finally figured out what I want to do: I'm going to double major in sports managment and journalism in hopes of getting a job in the media or p.r. department or the front office of some pro-sports team, or be a sports broadcaster, or a sports reporter. Are we getting the picture?

Of course, I would rather be a professional puppy-hugger.

I'm Bringing manly Back...

2007-02-26T00:51:00.000-08:00

Whilst talking to Alex online, I had an epiphany: I'm a metrosexual...except a woman.

Let me explain: A metrosexual is: "an urbane man who has a strong aesthetic sense and spends a substantial amount of time and money on his appearance and lifestyle." So, a metro is pretty much a gay-straight man (not to be confused with a straight-gay man). So pretty much, a metro is a man who is so comfortable in his sexuality that he can do things that have been defined by society as "girly" and not fear being labeled as gay.

I am different: I am a straight woman who loves "manly" things: sports, sports, and sports. I kind of live for sports nowadays, living from Mavs game to Mavs game, listening to Randy Galloway podcasts, etc. But it goes further than my love for sports: I have finally mellowed out. I think I have finally expelled all of my neuroses about men from my brain. I have successfully managed to attain a level of not caring what other people think and not overthinking things. I am at peace...

But even though I have taken on some kind of "manly" qualities, I have still maintained some girly ones: manis and pedis, shopping, fashion magazines.

The evidence of my change:

1. This past weekend, I bought the following at Barnes and Noble: W, Vogue, Cosmo, Self, Interview, Slam (basketball magazine with a killer interview with Charles Barkley), and the Red Auerbach and Phil Jackson books.

2. There was just a naked guy randomly in my hall, and I didn't care...that does not make me a lesbian, that just means that I didn't freak out like a pre-teen girl.

3. I frequently go to meals alone (that isn't really evidence of being a man, it's just evidence that I am content being alone...with my Interview and my Slam).

4. I told my mother to pound it...my MOTHER.

As you can see from the evidence presented, I am a mantrosexual. I look like a completely normal girl (and a very well-dressed one) on the outside, but on the inside, I am part man. But I am not gay....gew. That part of me is all girl. It also doesn't mean that I don't wanna girl talk. I love girl talk, I just am not the subject of the girl-talk as much anymore, since one of the perks of being mantrosexual is to have as little drama as possible occur around you. It also doesn't mean I'm going to let myself go; I still wear makeup, and really cute outfits. Like tomorow, I'm going to wear my gap wide-leg jean, a blue and white-stirped shirt and a yellow cartigan sweater...too cute!!

I'm Bringing Dwayne Wade Back...

2007-02-25T22:35:00.000-08:00

OK, It's been too long. I have to blog about basketball. I was trying to stick to the girly, Carrie Bradshaw-esque stuff, but I have to go "manly-girl" on ya'll.

I've decided to create a new club...but I am not a member. It's actually a cell of a club created by Randy Galloway, my new personal hero. He said "pimp-slap" the other day...he is a 50-something white Texan. It's called the "Sit-Down and Shut-Up" Club, and I am nominating these individuals for membership:

~ Mark Cuban- So he is already a member. In fact, he's the president. Don't get me wrong, he's entertaining, and he has done a lot for the Mavericks. But sometimes Mark, you just need to sit down and shut up. C'Mon, he went on Leno after the Mavs got beat for the first time in the finals series and was acting as if the Mavs already had the title in the bag. Even though everyone was kinda thinking the same thing, it was a little too cocky. But let's face it, all Mavs fans hate to love him.

~ Dwyane Wade- Ya, all Mavs fans hate you. It's not all because you lead the Miami Heat to a Championship, it's because you went and insulted our Dirk Nowitzki...and you do not say anything negative about Dirk:

''At the end of the day,'' Wade said, ``you're remembered for what you did at the end. . . . I think that's the reason -- Dirk says they gave us the championship last year, but he's the reason they lost the championship, because he wasn't the leader that he's supposed to be in the closing moments. That's because of great defense by us, but also he wasn't assertive enough as a leader's supposed to be.'

ohhhh Dwyane, oh no you didn't!!! So now, I really don't feel that bad about your shoulder. Sure, you did dislocate it, but why would you need a wheel chair to take you back to the locker room...for a shoulder injury??

In the words of Justin Timberlake: "What goes around goes around goes around comes all the way back around....yeah"

~Pat Riley- C'Mon, he looks like Senator Palpatine from Star Wars...'nuff said.

~David Stern- Commissioner of the NBA, who fined Mark Cuban $250,000 for his conduct during game 5 of the 2006 NBA finals in an attempt to get him to sit down and shut up. Even though he had the right intentions, he was stupid enough to try to get Mark Cuban to sit down and shut up...so he's just in this group for being stupid...and for really fucking up the NBA.

~Bennett Salvatore, and the other refs of the 2006 NBA Finals- Wade shot 96 free throws in that series...which is re-dunk-ulous.

Next: People who I am loving right now, members of the Luv Luv Luv club:

~Randy Galloway- because I agree with everything he says...everything. How Bennett Salvatore is a dick, how Dwayne Wade showed no leadership when he was just sitting on the bench crying after he injured his shoulder and how he was a diva to demanded a wheel chair to get back to the locker room. Luv Luv Luv Randy!

~D J Mbenga- just when he was starting to get some real play time, he tears his ACL, putting him out for the season and leaving us one player down. If there was ever a player who did not deserve to get injured that badly, it's DJ. He's from the Congo, but he's so upbeat and friendly. Luv Lub Luv DJ!

~Dirk Nowitzki- It would take me days to explain, he is just an amazing player, captain, and all-around good person. He's a 7' that takes jump shots, and he has been flirting with a triple-double all season (no, that is not code for a woman...a triple-double is when you get double didget points, rebounds, and assists). And he currently has the same number of double-doubles this season that he had all of last season. And he started at the NBA All-Star game this year, the first Dallas Maverick to do so. And he loves the kids...like I said, it would take me days to explain this. Luv Luv Luv Dirk.

Which reminds me, add Antoine Walker to my "Sit-Down and Shut-Up" Club, because he flagrantly hit Dirk in the face in the game last Thursday...but he got ejected from the game, which made me giggle.

But Alex is breathing down my neck to finish, so I will finish my Luv Luv Luv Club list later...

I'm Bringing blonde Back...

2007-02-19T20:09:00.000-08:00

So, I dyed my hair (again). I changed it back to blonde. Why? Because I could not handle being a brunette. It's hard ya'll!! I have a new found respect for brunettes. When I had brown hair, I just completely let myself go. All I wore was jeans or sweats and Uggs. Plus, let's be honest, my hair looked pretty bad. It was like the blonde was rejecting the brown. In conclusion, I'm a blonde through and through. But I do feel that every blonde should be a brunette for a trial period because 1) I think every blonde needs to experience life as a brunette and 2) some blondes look better with brown hair. I can't really describe how life was different as a brunette, but I can say it was. It's just good to be back to blonde.

I'm Bringing waffles Back...

2007-02-18T22:14:00.000-08:00

I know I haven't written in several days. I know at least one person (Alex) is very upset about it. You see, I've been in Lubbock since Friday visiting Kristin/ taking one last look at Texas Tech before I go and visit KU and make my college decision. I will give Lubbock this: It is flat...very, very flat. But it was good to see Kristin and her friends there. They're fun kids.

Anyway, I found a great facebook group that pretty much sums up my philosophy on the difference between men and women...with food: Boys have waffles for brains:

"Allow me to explain, boys are simple-minded. Their brains are waffles; where everything, (every event, person, activity in their life) is kept completely separate and unrelated in its own compartment. Girls have spaghetti brains. Everything is connected, related and tangled up.

For example:

Sally left Joe a facebook comment. Joe did not return the comment. Sally is distressed and worried. She thinks, "What if Joe thinks I'm weird. What if he's not responding because he thinks I'm weird?! What if my comment was too long?! What if my comment was lame?! Oh no, Joe will never hang out with me again. I'm NEVER GOING TO GET MARRIED!!!!!"

Joe sees Sally's silly, but humorous comment. He thinks hmm, that's nice. He then shuts his computer down and doesn't think another thing about it. He likes Sally; she's a nice gal. Who wouldn't? It's Sally! The next day he sees Sally, who seems nervous and unsure of herself. He wonders at the seemingly random change in attitude and thinks, "Hmm, I wonder what's going on with Sally. Mmmmm, this philly cheesesteak is REALLY good. I like Philly Cheesesteaks."

Obviously, Sally is still distraught and paranoid. Whereas Joe is enjoying a nice Philly Cheesesteak, completely oblivious to his own facebooking powers. Moreover, Joe knows that he likes Sally, almost as much as he likes Philly Cheesesteak."

I think this might be the most truthiness statement I have ever seen on facebook. I have to tell you honestly, a couple of weeks ago, I was such a Sally. But now, I'm trying to keep in mind that boys have waffles for brains...and they don't realize that girls overthink things a lot...or at least they don't think about it. But I've lately been trying not to be a Sally...which is considerably easier when you don't have a special boy in your life. I forgot how relaxing it is when I stop stressing out about not having a boyfriend and just let it go. IT IS FREAKING AMAZING!! I'm loving being single right now. Sure, not having someone to make out is a pain in the ass sometimes, but when your friends have all this boy drama going on and you can just step back and thank God that you don't have that...it's nice. Plus, I have so much more time to focus on more worth while tasks, like my photography.

I've got a new goal: I want to put out a coffee table book. It's going to be all photos taken around Dallas, some color, others black and white. It's a nice project for me. It's a good creative outlet and it lets me clear my head, besides I love it anyway. Here's a photo sample of something I took today:

I'm Bringing Oprah Back...

2007-02-14T22:50:00.000-08:00

It's here, the thing that single people fear above all else: THE BIG V......

Valentine's Day of course, an awful day for us single people. It actually wasn't that bad this year. I didn't really care. I guess it's because all of my friends here are either a) single as well or b) have a boyfriend who lives somewhere other than here.

I realized something today: I feel frumpy. I mean, I was wearing my skinny jeans, uggs, my "Six and the City" t-shirt, my Pink Pony half-zip pullover, my northface jacket, leather gloves, and my mom's Burberry scarf. So by the quality of my clothing, you would not think frump. The weird thing is that I really didn't care that I looked frumpy. It's the dead of winter for God sakes. If I cared enough, I would dress up for class and freeze my ass off in the process. So, looking ahead to my upcoming move to either Lubbock, Texas or Lawrence, Kansas, I have gone on a quest for a cute yet incredibly warm coat. I'm looking for one with a fur trimmed hood. Oh ya, and it can't be super shiny nylon material. A little shine wouldn't bother me that much, but not crazy shiny. Any suggestions on where I could find such a coat?

As I walk to class, I people watch. I listen to my iPod mini (which to my archaeology lab's suprise is gold), and I examine the clothing of the people walking around campus. Many are like me: frumpy, but warm. But then there are other girls who you wonder how they could possibly not be getting frostbite as they walk to class. Seriously, I saw a girl walking around in nothing but a sorority jersey, cotton tights, and uggs...the high today was 36. How was she not freezing??? Another example: Last night was FIJI's (Phi Gamma Delta frat) Burning Heart's valentines party. So the girls across the hall are pre-gaming (trust me, I could hear them from my room very clearly...God I sound like a prude). I walk out in the hall in my sweats and I see this girl in this tiny red piece of fabric that would not even cover my ass and no coat. The low last night was 29. She was going to freeze her ass off, all in the name of looking like a huge whore. WHY, GOD, WHY?????

Ya, I know it's Valentine's day and I am the queen of bitter, so everyone was expecting some really bitter rant about how I don't have a boyfriend and I'm all alone and I'm going to die alone with a lot of cats. Well, I've learned The Secret: If you have a positive outlook on life, positive things will happen to you. If you have a negative outlook, then negative things will happen. So, thank you Oprah. I'm going to try and be more positive.

Another tidbit from Oprah: on her Valentine's day show, she had the sweetest love stories (I cried...twice...and that is saying something), but the sweetest story was about Owen and Mzee: Owen is a baby hippo, Mzee is a 130 year old tortoise. Owen became separated from his family by a tsunami on the coast of Kenya. He was later hearded into a wildlife sanctuary where he sought a new mother figure where he picked Mzee, a freaking old tortoise that had been described as a loner before she adopted Owen. Two years later, the two are still inseperable. They are so inseperable that the wildlife preserve workers where afraid that Owen was acting too much like a tortoise. So they introduced another hippo, Cleo, into their space. But Owen is continuing to act like a tortoise. That story alone restored my faith in true love...and the story about the Sudanese refugees...

I'm Bringing bridges Back...

2007-02-13T21:29:00.000-08:00

Here's the story of my friends Alex and Justin: They have known each other since the 3rd grade. In the 9th grade, Alex had a huge crush on him...feelings he didn't return for her. Eventually, Alex got over it and ended up becoming incredibly close with him. By the senior year of high school, it was Alex'n'Justin...or Jalex...or Alstin...whatever you prefer...personally, I like Jalex the most. They were unpenitrable. Then, for some reason or another, they were no longer Jalex...or Alstin. Alex would later say it was because Justin started acting like a dick... or if you prefer "deck" (if you don't get that reference, just ignore it). Justin would plea that he just wanted to spend more time with his other friends. He was a pretty popular guy. Graduation passed, summer came and went, and all of a sudden it was the middle of our first semester of our first year of college. I guess it was here when Alex and Justin reconnected. By the time that second semester started, they were back to being Jalex, but in different states.

What caused them to rebuild the bridge that had been burned? Hell if I know. But it is nice to see Jalex again. But what made them realize that there was still something there? Why do we rebuild bridged that we ourselves have already burned?

Then, take my friend Katy and me. We were inseperable from pre-K until 2nd grade when she left the Saint Michael School for Christ the King. Even though CKS was just right across the street from SMS, we grew more and more apart. Sure, we would still have the occasional play-date, but we both found new best friends (honestly, I never could find someone to replace her until the 5th grade). We both changed: she became sporty and earthy, I became girly and preppy. She became Janis Joplin, I became Jessica Simpson (who I hate). I became Elle Woods, she became....someone who's not like Elle Woods. Thank God for college...I think I finally have shaken most of the Jessica Woods out of me. C'mon...do either of those girls know what's going on in sports? Drink beer/hard liquor? Know that "Chicken of the Sea" is, in fact, tuna? Ya, I didn't think so. How do I know that I'm not the prissy little thing I used to be? Katy and I got together over winter break...and talked. Like really talked, like we were friends again. And now? I'm going to visit her at KU in about 3 weeks (well, I'm going to look at the school too), and I could not be more excited!! Looking at us now, we really aren't that different. Sure, she doesn't know what foundation is and, alright, I'm still a little boy-crazy, but there is a lot we can learn from each other. I can learn to chillax, she can learn how to contour properly (no matter how much of the girly-girl I shake, I will NEVER give up my makeup).

This is how I see it: every person is like a city with a ton of bridges and roads and such connecting to other cities. These cities frequently trade with each other, join during wars with other cities, support each other when times are hard. Of course, sometimes cities may go to war and burn the bridges that once connected them. But sometimes, these bridges can be rebuilt and the cities may trade once more.

So, why do we rebuild bridges? So we can get back someone we deeply miss. So we can learn something. But, most importantly, so we can face the hard times together and have someone for support.

I'm Bringing MY FINISHED TEXAS TECH ESSAY Back...

2007-02-12T22:34:00.000-08:00

FINISHED!!! Horatio, and some well-placed basketball quotes, and Alex helped me ;-) Thanks

Coach Bobby Knight once said, “You don't play against opponents. You play against the game of basketball.” I do not only believe this to be true in the game of basketball; I feel that this holds true in the game of life. To me, my life and basketball have a lot of similarities. My teammates and coaches are my family and friends. My parents are my head coaches: they taught me the fundamentals of the game and I am still learning things from them, and they are a major support system. My friends are my teammates: they are whom I play the game with, and my team is constantly acquiring new players and, unfortunately, losing others. All the players have their own special skills and talents. For me, those are singing, acting, and photography. Earlier this year, I had a hard time figuring out how I fit into this game. In the words of Scottie Pippen, “Sometimes a player’s greatest challenge is coming to grips with his role on the team.” All players go through it at one point or another. It could be brought on by a new acquisition or, as in my case, being signed by a new team. I had a really hard time adjusting to SMU, and when push came to shove, I decided to leave. Not because I had a conflict with a fellow player, but because my heart was no longer in the game; a thing that is necessary to play well. Because I was not all in the game, I was losing. So I took the advice of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar: “I try to do the right thing at the right time. They may just be little things, but usually they make the difference between winning and losing.” I figured out that SMU was not the right thing for me, at least not now. I needed a change of scenery and a place where I could focus. “Basketball is like photography,” Dan Frisby once said, “If you don’t focus, all you have is the negative.” As an award-winning photographer myself, I took to heart what he was saying. I needed to focus, but what did I want to focus on? There was my singing and acting, my photography, my love of travel, my love of law sparked by shows such as Law and Order. It was not until I was sitting in the American Airlines Center watching the Dallas Mavericks play the Memphis Grizzlies that my fog finally cleared and it all came into focus: I wanted to work behind the scenes for a sports team. I come from a sports family (my grandfather played for the New York Giants and was a talent scout for several pro teams and my father had gone to college on a basketball scholarship), I had grown up around sports, some of my favorite memories had come from managing my school’s women’s basketball and men’s lacrosse teams in high school, I could travel all around the country. I had been astonished that I had not thought of it before. I had finally found my “role on the team”.

I'm Bringing Horatio Back...

2007-02-12T20:17:00.000-08:00

I officially have a valentine. His name is Horatio and he has very light blonde hair and brown eyes...so what if he is a teddy bear from Brookstone (the most entertaining store ever!!).

Does anyone have some suggestion for my Texas Tech transfer essay?? Here's the assignment:

What additional personal information do you wish to be considered in the decision to admit you? For example:
exceptional hardship, setback or personal experience that has shaped your abilities or academic credentials
personal responsibilities
exceptional achievements or special talents such as poetry, art, bilingual proficiency, etc.
educational goals and choice of major
ways you contribute to the commitment that the university has made to create an institution with a diverse learning environment

Don't you agree that's hard??? The best thing I have is how life is like basketball...maybe a good quote from Bobby Knight?? I have writers block...I'm going to bed.

I'm Bringing music Back...

2007-02-11T23:10:00.000-08:00

I've decided to bring back my little "listening to" thing on my blog...because I miss it.

So my roommate's boyfriend was visiting this weekend. Really nice guy, really funny. They are so cute together. It almost makes me want to be in a relationship...almost.

I'm beginning to realize that there are definate upsides to being single. Here's are all of them in list form:
1) You can save your money; you don't have to buy nice birthday/holiday gifts!!
2) You have a lot of time to spend on you. You don't have to talk to anybody (either on the phone or in person).
3) You don't get in stupid fights...another time-saver.
4) You don't have to think about them and overanalyze their actions in your spare time.
5) Your cell phone bill is lower because your not talking/texting with them all the time.
6) You can do whatever you want to do without hearing someone else's opinion.
7) You have time to hang out with your girlfriends.
8) You don't have to share the liquor!!
9) You can hook up with whoever you want (this is one that I'm not taking advantage of).
I'm sure there's more and I pledge to find all of them...

That's right: I AM SINGLE...AND PROUD!!! Because being single is not that bad really. I'm actually kind of enjoying it. Honestly, I have no idea what caused this change in opinion, but I don't really mind.

Listening to: "You Know I'm No Good" - Amy Winehouse. "You Give Me Something" - James Morrison

I'm Bringing prudence Back...

2007-02-09T22:13:00.000-08:00

So I went to see Catch and Release. The verdict: stupid movie. Grey should have totally gone for Dennis, not Fritz...who names their kid Fritz???

But enough about that damn Fritz, onto more important things...like Conan O'Brien. Here's the story: I had a really good topic for today's blog. It really was genius. So I get my laptop out, log onto blogger.com, and then turn the TV on to NBC, where I find Conan O'Brien. Confession: I have a huge crush on Conan. Sure, he may not be attractive, but he is awkward and hilarious and I love him just the way he is. Plus he's tall, which is a huge thing for me. But what does Conan make me do? He makes me completely forget what I was itching to write about. That is Conan's curse I guess: he makes everyone's thoughts turn into thoughts of him. So I was telling Alex about my dilemma, and she came up with this: "That is the fundamental difference between men and women. because conan is awkward and hilarious, we don't overlook his unattractiveness, we actually believe he is attractive. Boys can't do that." True, if Conan O'Brien was just a normal guy walking down the street, I would not do a double take and want to have his hilarious, pompadour-haired babies. But because I know his personality (or at least his TV persona) I have a school-girl crush on him. But for all women, we don't write off unattractive men right away: we always think that even though a guy might not be a George Clooney look-alike doesn't mean that they may not have a great personality, a personality that may make this unattractive guy a good friend. Besides, women want a guy they can talk to and have a substantial relationship with. A guy is not a trophy for us. Have you ever heard the phrase "trophy-husband"? Ya, I didn't think so.

Men, however, concentrate on the asthetics. They want a woman with a gorgeous face, big boobs, and a perfect body...something that they can take to fancy restraunts and show off. They don't need the conversation that women do. Men want their trophy, the trophy that says to them, "Hey, I am so macho-man-ish that I got this beautiful woman to go out with me." Who cares if she has a brain the size of a bottle cap so long as she is beautiful. She doesn't have to say anything; all she has to do is sit there and pose. But this poor girl thinks that she is getting the substantial relationship that is built on conversation. The man is getting a trophy. This is why you don't see ugly women having guy friends; guys do not care about you unless your attractive. So Harry (from When Harry Met Sally) is right: all your guy friends want to sleep with you.

I'm bringing horny Back...

2007-02-06T23:16:00.000-08:00

It is officially 1 week from the Big V...Valentine's Day (dumdumdum).

You are either a) completely and totally extatic because you have someone who you deeply care about to spend it with, b) could not care less because you are too cool and think that it is just an overly commercialized excuse to spend money, or c) completely dreading it because everyone around you has someone to spend it with but you and you plan on spending the day locked up in your room with Sex and the City DVD's and a huge tub of ice cream and/or lots and lots of liquor. I choose c...except I will replace that tub of ice cream with more liquor, but probably not because I love any excuse to eat a ton of ice cream. Plus alcohol is a depressant, so I will just end up feeling worse about the whole "alone" thing. Besides, it's illegal, and I wouldn't want to condone anything illegal ;-)

Anywho, tonight I went to my first mixer...at Metro. Really cool place; kind of lame party. But it did introduce me to the whole bar scene, and what it takes to get noticed by men. From this experience, I have put together this equasion:

1 Revealing Dress + >4 alcoholic beverages = Making out with some random guy

Alright, I've tried this, and I didn't get anywhere with it. Flashback to the Kappa Sig Heaven N' Hell party in October. I was wearing a man's shirt, boxers, and black patten-leather pumps (which I love). More importantly, I was wasted...really really wasted. I was dancing on the house's fireplace. I was schnockered. Any guy could have at least made out with me, ANY GUY. But no, before I got too wasted, nobody tried to get with me. That huge hit to my ego caused me to drink even more, and eventually...I got too drunk. We will just leave it at that.

Moral of that story: Ya'll ugly guys missed your chance. I was very mentally, not to mention visually, impared that night, but nobody took advantage of me. And now? I really don't want to get with you ugly, short guys. After that night, I will never get that drunk again (because I know better now than to mix sports drinks with hard liquor)...or at least I will not be that drunk in the forseeable future. So sorry, ya'll missed your chance. The boat has gone...it's sailing away....

Ok, it might be coming back. But only because Valentine's day is in one week, and I need someone to buy me some hard liquor.

I'm Bringing my future Back....

2007-02-05T13:42:00.000-08:00

So a funny thing happened to me the other day...
My parents said that I could go anywhere I wanted for college...and major in anything I wanted to. After they said this, I started to laugh. They did not. I thought they were kidding. They weren't. Typical, now they let me have my freedom, now that I have no idea what I want to do. Well, it's not so much that I don't know what I want to do, it's actually that I want to do so many things that I don't know what to concentrate on. I want to do fashion, writing, photography, physical anthropology, music, spelunking...the list goes on and on. Ya, there is the part of me that wants the "normal career" with the office hours and the "paperwork" and "catering to people", but another part of me is still connnected to music and acting. And with my new found freedom, I have the freedom to pursue that now. My mother even suggested calling Kevin (my voice coach) again if I wanted to. I'm over here thinking, "Where the freak were you last year when I wanted to go to Syracuse and I needed your support?" Honestly, music is something I would love to do, something I could really give 110% to. And if I had a successful carreer in that, I could pull a Jessica-Beyonce-Jenn'Pez-Simpson and cross over into acting. Or I could attempt to do what I have been trying to do for 3 years and FINALLY write that screenplay that I have been trying to get down on paper, win an academy award, write tons of best-selling books about being bitter , followed by a stand-up tour about being bitter and be alone until the day I die and then be found 2 weeks later with my face eaten by wild dogs. Or I could just go to KU/Tech and get my Bachelor's in anthropology and teach, then eventually go to grad school and get my masters in physical anthropologie and go study bones. Or I could graduate from college, go work for Neiman Marcus for two years, find a man, get my MRS, become a housewife, get divorces and a huge settlement and date inappropriate younger men until I die because of a freak-plastic surgory mishap. Or I could go to law school, become a district attorney or a judge, get married, keep my carreer, have a family, relocate to DC and become a supreme court justice and serve until the day I die.

Back to my main purpose: do I pursue my dream of singing (a dream that I have had longer than I would like to admit), realize I cannot sing or act, quit music forever, get my degree and have a normal job, work, and die, or do I cut my losses and go ahead doing the sensible thing and get my degree, get a job, work, and die?

I'm Bringing comments Back...

2007-02-05T12:43:00.000-08:00

So I'm an idiot...I set up this account yesturday because blog.com is awful and I wanted to switch back to blogger.com. So I set up this account, right, but I didn't verify my email address, so it wouldn't let me log in. Needless to say, I figured that out...after I had already started posting on blog.com. So I will be using striclty this one from now on, so don't go to blog.com Chronicles of Freshmanland...because let's face it: I got a little off-topic. Anyway, here is the post I put up there yesturday...for anyone who is interested...which probably isn't many...

I'm Bringing Bitter Back (YUP)

Hello devoted readers...ok, reader. I would like to say that I have been sooooo busy the last few months that I haven't had the time to blog, but that would be lying. I really don't know why I stopped. To be perfectly honest, the most exciting thing that has happened to me lately was getting my teeth whitening trays. My friends, I think I am in what you would call a "slump". No Alex, not "frump". Althought the 2 do seem to go hand in hand. I always know when I am in a slump because my subconscious will remind me through my dreams. The minute I am not obsessing over some guy, my subconscious comes around and reminds me of my past mistakes. This time, It was Tommy. I was horrible when it came to Tommy. The only reason I didn't date him was because I thought he was "too young". And of course, I realize that we would have been great together when it is too late, which is all too typical. That's the worst part about mistakes: they come back to haunt you. It has been 7 months and 4 days since I last hooked up with a guy...and, frankly, I'm going nuts. All my friends seem to be getting some, but not me. And, the fact is, I don't just want "some". What I really want is a relationship. Even thought the timing is bad seeing as I'm moving either to Lubbock, Texas or Lawrence, Kansas to go to school next year. I just need a little something to get me through the rest of the school year so when my lovely roommate talks on her phone with her boyfriend, or when the whole hall has their boyfriends come and attend their victory parties, I don't feel utterly alone. But tomorow is the beginning of the new me: I am going to be more like a man. But not in the "I prefer women over men" way. I'm not that desparate...yet. I'm going to stop obsessing, I'm going to look before I leap, and, most importantly, I am not going to dream up feelings that aren't there. I am going to take in the world as it is, not as I hope it will be. The awful truth is us ladies could learn a lot from men. They don't bitch, they are straight-shooters. They don't do the whole "hidden meaning" thing. They just live the way they want to. So, I'm going to try it, just to see what it's all about. But if I start beltching and putting my hand down my pants after a meal, please someone save me and bring me back from the dark side. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go and remove my whitening trays...

I'm Brining blogging Back...

2007-02-04T18:39:00.000-08:00

so my therapist (aka alex) told me to start blogging again, so here I am. Maybe this will be good for me. I can work out all of my grievences with the world, get my thoughts out there. So here you go.

So, what should I write about???