Bye.

Miss you... Homey Basey.

The Demise is approaching.

Can you feel it? Everyone is leaving, and the lease is up. I have seen Mizzle for the last time in what looks to be a very long while, and not seen Guru and the Lady for a long while. And who knows what happened to The Man--I think he has dropped off the face of the earth.

So long. There were no fish, but thanks for all the memories. Home Base, you will be missed.

Life is laughing at me.

Can you hear it?

I can.

Gah.

Status break.

I'm home.
I'm exhausted.
I have no car.

Call me sometime. Just not tomorrow--tomorrow is when I sort out all the things I have to do this week.

Love,
Missa

March Madness.

I have been immersed in D&D and schoolwork lately. Lord Byron, Wordsworth, Keats, Coleridge, Blake, Shelley. Rogues, Assassins, Bards, Flaws, Feats, Skill Tricks.

How are you?

Second Home Base Coming Soon.

Next location will be in the town of Eden Prairie.

We. Amanda and I. Have our plans. I would like to invite you to see what they are. These plans are going to be cool soon. Lots of awesome living, and having a vacation in summer. Our pup has agreeded to continue to live with us. She has not had a chance to see her new home, but she promises she will love it.

Our plan was to move to Chicago. Some girl told another girl she couldn't move in with that girl, and she didn't want to be best friends anymore. We could not afford our living alone in the city. We decided to move to somewhere here. Our future will be okay. I promise you all that. We are excited to be in our home.

Very happy times coming for us.

Week of Hell:

Monday: Class 9 AM-4 PM. Homework 4-9 PM. D&D 9-11 PM. Homework 11 PM to 2 AM.
Tuesday: Homework 9-10 AM. Meeting 10-11 AM. Homework 11 AM to 5 PM. Meeting 5-6 PM. Homework 6-11 PM.
Wednesday: Class 9 AM-4 PM. Homework 4-10 PM.
Thursday: Homework 9 AM-noon. Piano practice noon-2 PM. Piano lesson 2-2:30 PM. Housekeeping (paperwork, etc--btw I am for sure home for spring break) 2:30-4 PM. Homework 4-6 PM. Meeting 6-6:30 PM. Homework 6:30-10 PM. Meeting 10-11:30 PM. Homework 11:30-12:30 (yes, I'm still working) PM.

Tomorrow: Class 9 AM-3:30 PM.

Thank god the weekend is coming. I am about to die. No free time=stressed Missa.

Love,
EYS

P.S. Does anyone even check this anymore?

Weathering.

We got six inches of snow last night, and now it's raining.
It's a shame I have no Tuesday classes, or I'm almost positive they'd be canceled.

How is the snow by y'all?

Touching base.

Semester 2 goes as follows:

Archaeology, 9-10 AM MWF
Fencing, 10:10-11 AM MW
Creative Non-Fiction 11:20-12:20 MWF
Tennis 1-1:50 MW
British Writers II 2:15-3:15 MWF
Piano, 2-2:30 R

This week is a busy one. I am watching the A&E version of Pride & Prejudice for class--I got it for Christmas from Boy's mom, and I watched it on Christmas, and so now I am watching it again so I don't have to go to uncomfortable movie screenings in the library basement. It is a full five hours, so I am watching bits and pieces whenever I have a free moment--like now.

Classes are awesome. I like only having to take three academic classes. And I'm not falling behind despite it, since I came in with the equivalent of four classes.

I have a new phone now. It is cute of all kinds. One of those Mint Chocolate phones. It happened because my dad finally decided to swtich carriers to Verizon, which I am very happy with because it is Boy's phone company and it means I don't have to worry about running over on minutes when we're doing the long distance thing during the summer. But no worries--it's the same number, so you can still call me should you feel the urge.

I am supposed to be having tennis practice with my friend Brian right now, but it seems he's decided otherwise, and I am in a mood for food. And I have to practice more piano later today. Piano is awesome. I love it. I wish I were slightly more skilled at it, though. It would be nice to have natural talent.

I don't know if I will be home for spring break or not--it looks like probably so. The campus is open, so I would be just sitting around doing nothing, but I'm having trouble with scheduling--either I miss class, or I can't get a ride to the airport. So yes.

I love you all.

Damn that moon.

Looks like things have changed. Amanda and Nicole talked yesterday, and Nicole has decided she does not want to live with us. Us being me. It is upsetting because she has been thinking this she says since the beginning of the new year. We wish she would have told us earlier. She said she would still like to live with Amanda though, so that is cool. The involved parties are now considering what the options are. Can we afford to live on our own?

It all goes back to Nicole and I not getting along when she came here. I guess that was sort of a death strike. Now she has some sort of vengeful hate against me. Trying to get Amanda to leave me. I can only hope that Amanda does not listen to that little bit of advice. So anyways. We are back at square one. We must look into things. We must get past this all. We must consider if Erik will still be involved.

Anyways. Yeah. Worked this morning at Fox. We who work on Sunday mornings decided to have a potluck next Sunday. Should be lots of fun. I am going to have a ton of food on that desk next weekend.

Work all day. Sleep. Work some more. I will be free someday.

Just like old times.

I am so very sorry for taking this place and setting it on the back burner. I forgot I even ever was supposed to be on this place. I forgot about it and didn't place the link on my new computer. I guess I should have thought before I acted, and I didn't. Although I try to. I always wonder what is up in the world of Missa(?), and now I see that I could have known all along. So much is going on with my life right now that it is hard to explain. In the past months I have been working my ass off at two jobs only to be hardly squeaking by with my money situation. This is not stopping Amanda and I from seriously looking at places to live in Chicago. Right now I am interested in looking at a place south of the city, but not in South Side. It is gated, and has an alarm system. Washer and Dryer as well... Extra Points. Anyways if we were to move there we would be going to live there with both Nicole and Erik. Mogwai is a must, as well as our Tortoise Koopa Troopa and our Turtle Manatoba.. Toby. I have my reservations about Chicago, as I have felt that it is a nice town to visit, and then at some point leave. We'll see. I have been looking into jobs there, and I am not liking many of them. I am going to see about the Fox Station there....

Speaking of which. It somehow got leaked that I was not staying at Fox 9 very much longer, and I can not figure out how. I came into work the other day and the Lead Anchor asked me about it. I have only talked to one person about it and that was because he used to work at Fox in Chicago. I asked him if he could talk to his boss about getting me an interview. Well, they seem to know now, and I feel bad about it. Like I am going to get fired or something. I am hoping this doesn't work against me.

Anyways I am trying to see what the Fox Station is like down there. It would be nice, but I doubt anything would come out of it.

I am going to have to make more posts on here, as I like this crowd more.

Laters!

P.S. I totally scored the 100th post.

Che-ca-guo.

So I spent last weekend in Chicago.

Saturday.
0800 EST: The bus leaves campus.
1100 CST: The bus arrives in Chicago. We walk around Millenium Park for a while, and take a look at The Bean. The Bean is cool. We walk around for a while more, and stop by The Art Institute to see if they've got any special exhibits we should go see the next day. Then we go back to the bus, and a crazy knowledgeable guy gives us a bus tour of Chicago. We stop over at one of the sections of the city that juts out, so we can take a look at the skyline. The skyline is also cool. We finish our bus tour, and eat dinner in Chinatown. The food was awful.




Sunday.
Art Institute, all morning.
Shopping, all afternoon.
When I go to sleep, everything up to my knees aches, and I can't fall asleep for a good hour.


Monday.
Trip to the History Museum in the morning. We're late. The tour guide obviously thinks we're twelve. It is a waste of a morning.
In the afternoon, a man named Dominic Pacyga gives us a lecture on ethnic neighborhoods in Chicago. It is a very cool lecture.
Dinner at Greektown. The food is amazing. I want to go back.

Tuesday.
We go to a bookstore and hear some famous blues musicians play. It is amazing. AMAZING. Highlight of the trip.
Then we are late to the hotel to get on the bus, and our sweet old bus driver gets angry. We are, after all, a whole hour late.
We stop at a Mexican restaurant on the way back. The food sucks, but I live through it. We get back to campus late, and I prep a presentation to give on serial killers in Chicago for class on Wednesday.




Wednesday.
I don't get to give half my presentation because our teacher is terrible at time management. TERRIBLE. And incapable of cutting off other people who are incapable of time management as well. Yikes.

Now I have the rest of a project due Monday. Ew.

Duh nah nah NAAAAAH!

You got the thiiiing!

Sandy.

Play the falling sand game.

http://chir.ag/stuff/sand/

Up to (the) date

I decided to do a video ramble this time around, and throw it up on YouTube for here, RvB, Facebook, and the like. Here it is. Enjoy.



And here is the song YouTube made me split into another video. It is rough. You are warned.



P.S. This is the srs bsns you were asking about.

Brilliance.

So my Chicago class is turning out better than I expected. It was all sorts of reading at the beginning, and still is, but now we're getting into the novels and the short stories, which suit everyone much better than the historical text. Weird thing, though--some kid in the class e-mailed me (and everyone else in the class) with a URL to the cliff notes for The Jungle. I've had it happen in two other classes besides this one, where someone will e-mail cliff notes for something we're reading to everyone but the professor. I find it really irritating, since cliff notes are a personal affront to my existence. I swear to all that is any sort of holy or unholy, if I ever became a teacher I would go out of my way to make sure that there were no cliff notes for at least some of the books I taught. Fucking kids and their cheating.

As for the rest of life: Boy has come down with a nasty sickness of some kind, which has made his throat sore and his demeanor slumped. And I am almost certain to get it, which is all sorts of unfortunate, especially because sickness rarely hits him and I am sure to be much sicker when I get whatever he's got. And to make matters worse, I am not allowed to miss a single day of my Winter Term class, or I don't get credit for it. How lame is that? I am certain to have to go to class when I am sick.

My cell phone is sort of broken: the button on the side that I use for turning down the volume without it ringing is no longer working 100%. I would actually say more like 28%. It is lame. I don't believe there is a place around here to get my phone replaced, though, and the phones my dad buys are sure to be not as happy as the phone I have now. So I am not sure what to do.

Boy has a copy of The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. It is fucking amazing. I would be playing it right now, except he is napping and that would wake him.


That's all for now. Peace and hugs.

As promised

So, here we are again, Blogger. Just you, me, and the sunrise.

What shall we discuss? How about musix? Not quite as "hep" as those weird, electronic...tube things Mr. Stevens is always going on about, but it's probably about the best you're going to get out of me.

Anyway, I've got a couple of things to mention: I am completely, madly, drastically, utterly, and other adverbs in love with Max Bemis of Say Anything fame. Listening to his band has basically knocked me out of the boring, funky stagnating stage I'd been in as far as songwriting goes. Thank you, sir.

Of course, I don't think I can probably pull off anything to rival his punkish, post-emocore completelydamnawesomenessitude, but we shall see. It's very apparent lately that acoustic guitars severely hamper your badassedness. Severely. Alas.

Still, I press on. There will probably be lyrics and suchlike posted here coming up soonish, as well as some links to appropriate YouTube videos, if I get bored enough. I'd plug my Myspace URL, but, really, the only person that reads this is Elissa, and I don't want you to have to forfeit your immortal soul.

I'm still struggling to write the verse parts for one of the songs I've been at for the last few days. I'm really happy with the chorus, but that's as far as I've got. I need to figure out what the friggin' song is about first, I think. Writing in new styles is hard.

Also hard: trying to write happy songs.

Who does that?

Also, after those guys, check out Jon Frusciante. He's neato.

END TRANSMIZZLE

Pro(digal)bably

Since this whole shebang (Isn't it odd that that phrase refers to an Irish shack? How does something like that defy common knowledge? Seriously. We're just casually throwing about references to across the pond abodes. Weird.) seems to have gotten a makeover and rebirth and all that jazz in accordance with the new year, and since my New Year's Resolution #11,243 is to do the same to myself, I've decided to keep on keeping on, and, once finished with that, to post here a bunch.

So, what's new?

• I'm learning Portuguese (Both major versions, as I'd like to be conversational when I hit Brazil this summer, but I have the sneaking suspicion European will come in ever so slightly handier when I, you know, move to Europe, and all. Fancy that.)

• I'm hard at work on my album. It turns out that completely and radically changing your style takes a bit of time. Writing music of varying genres is hard. Like...advanced calculus level hard, when you're used to sounding a certain way. Memo to me: buy an electric guitar. It is suddenly entirely necessary. Also, learn to play your damn keyboard.

• Novels are long, but nevertheless exciting. Continuity? Not so much. Sure, making sure all of the fun little later relevant details are nice to stick in there, and it's like reverse engineering a puzzle, but, really, rereading something you wrote four hundred times isn't exactly exciting, when all you're doing is trying to make sure it makes sense with what comes after. Gah.

• I'm thinking about getting a second job to help save up cash to make my moving/vacation plans run smoother. I'm also contemplating working in a factory again, for the same reason. I'm even debating quitting Geek Squad entirely, to head back to FabCon, because, let's face it, kids: $500-$600 a week is hard to argue with.

• I'm busy reading Adam Davies' second novel, Goodbye Lemon. He is the dude I want to be when I grow up. Well, him, and Chuck Palahniuk. And Douglas Adams. Also, Chuck's last name sounds like Paula Nick. Oh, grandparents and their crazy ways with names. Joe-sph. Ha.

No, really, Wanda.

Ha.

• Since marathon training is sort of difficult these days, in the barren, icy Minnesotan tundra, I've reluctantly committed myself to doing ridiculous amounts of sit-ups, American Psycho style. My eventual goal is to look like Christian Bale does in that movie, without all of the murdering and the crazy. In an entirely unrelated note, I should really stop eating so much chocolate...

Anyway, that about wraps up my ranting for the day. I'm glad I'm still allowed to post on here. Thanks for your patronage.

P.S. I totally demand a rematch, next time you're back. Me and the Oxford English Dictionary have been hanging out. You shall rue the day.

New Post.

So I'm wondering if anyone even wants to use this thing any longer. I guess Mike is occasionally on here, and I check it all the time, but I don't think anyone else does.

Since I'm supposed to be using it to update about my life:
Things with Boy are good. I was in town for two weeks at Christmastime, but I am already back at school and into the swing of things with my Winter Term class, which is a two week class on the history of Chicago plus a three day trip to Chicago filled with lots of museums and food. I am pretty excited: I hope I make some friends and have a fun time on the trip. I don't know anyone in my class, and neither do I know anyone in the other class who is coming with us (the other class is a class on the history of Blues music; the trip was put together as a joint effort by both the professors, who work in the Spanish department here).



I was planning on exercising every day during winter term, but I managed to pick one of the only winter term classes with significant amounts of homework, so that resolution has so far gone unfulfilled. Dave got the new Zelda game for the Gamecube, but I haven't even touched it yet, and I really ought to because it's Friday and I don't have class tomorrow.

I rented and watched Snakes on a Plane yesterday--it was good times, which reminded me of good times with you guys. I also rented the two good Indiana Jones movies, one of which I watched today, the other of which will probably get watched tomorrow because later tonight I shall probably play D&D.

Oh yeah. I have to do campaign planning for D&D stuff, since I am running a campaign this Winter Term. That's about everything, I think. My floor is complicated--drugs, abuse, hatetred issues--so I don't spend much time there anymore and instead spend all my time with Boy. It is a good and restful life.

Peace,
EYS