long, long, long
Another busy day, 8-8. Here's a basic recap, with elaboration where I deem it appropriate.
8-9 AM - Foundations of Tourism class. A haven for football players and RPTS "students."
9-10 AM - I eat a breakfast of runny (but at the time, good- I was hungry) eggs, hash browns and salsa. Healthy!
10:20-11:10 AM - HANDBALL class. Fun, but I'm definitely still learning the fundamentals. Felt like a girly man (schwarzenegger-esque) when attempting to use my left hand for anything at all.
11:30 AM - take bus home, shower, change, head to west campus for a quick lunch of Chick-fil-a before
12:40 - 1:30 PM - Intro Accounting with the ever-enthusiastic Professor Stasney. Am a little bit lost due to skipping class on Friday (hey, I was hungry and Ashley made me)
1:30 - 2:00 PM - Get sports passes to Marlena for the Clemson game, and sign up for an interview for Muster Committee. The info in the cube said I was to wear "business attire." I may be out of my league, and I think about half of the 40 or so people given interviews will be cut. My interview is this Wednesday.
2:00 - 5:00 PM - Work at the Foundation. Ran errands, delivered mail, worked on my project. Boring, but at least it passed fairly quickly.
5:00 - 5:45 PM - Went to Qwik Kar to get my car inspected and the oil change. This trip deserves a post of its own; anyway, the credit card was repeatedly denied- I was able to put $10 on it. That left $30 or so to be accounted for. I had a ten in my pocket, and the rest was put on my debit card, which I knew would be cutting it pretty close. How close you ask? I now have just over two bucks in that account. Very close, I answer. Once again- I need money.
6 - 8 PM - Football at Simpson drill field. Teams seemed a little bit mis-matched, but I was on the better one, so who's complaining? I had a number of receptions, three or so for touchdowns, and maybe only one big mistake on defense. It was fun; we have a game on Thursday, as we're in a preseason tournament. The winner of said tournament gets to take on the champ from t.u.- we're a veeeery long shot, but hey, it's not totally out of the question. Mostly, but not totally.
In a few minutes I'll be leaving to meet Michelle at Freebird's for dinner. I will be redeeming a coupon for a free burrito and drink; I'm not sure how far you can stretch two bucks there, but odds are it'd get me little more than water with a side of lemon wedges.
p.s. the new version of "Heroes & Villains" is pretty darn awesome. Maybe I'll have some money by the time "Smile" finally comes out. It's impossible to say whether or not Brian Wilson's well-publicized trials and tribulations are a good price to pay for the transcendent music he has occasionally* been able to produce. I do know that the world is a better place for his melodies and those killer harmonies. William Faulkner once said that the "Ode to a Grecian Urn" was worth "any number of old ladies;" I don't know Mr. F's musical tastes (probably genteel and Southern, with a hint of gothic), but along that line of reasoning, Pet Sounds alone is worth a whole ward full of lunatics.
* Where "occasionally" = "ever" but actually pretty frequently, whereas for mere mortals such great heights (on the winamp as I type in fact) are simply unattainable and not ever an at all realistic goal
8-9 AM - Foundations of Tourism class. A haven for football players and RPTS "students."
9-10 AM - I eat a breakfast of runny (but at the time, good- I was hungry) eggs, hash browns and salsa. Healthy!
10:20-11:10 AM - HANDBALL class. Fun, but I'm definitely still learning the fundamentals. Felt like a girly man (schwarzenegger-esque) when attempting to use my left hand for anything at all.
11:30 AM - take bus home, shower, change, head to west campus for a quick lunch of Chick-fil-a before
12:40 - 1:30 PM - Intro Accounting with the ever-enthusiastic Professor Stasney. Am a little bit lost due to skipping class on Friday (hey, I was hungry and Ashley made me)
1:30 - 2:00 PM - Get sports passes to Marlena for the Clemson game, and sign up for an interview for Muster Committee. The info in the cube said I was to wear "business attire." I may be out of my league, and I think about half of the 40 or so people given interviews will be cut. My interview is this Wednesday.
2:00 - 5:00 PM - Work at the Foundation. Ran errands, delivered mail, worked on my project. Boring, but at least it passed fairly quickly.
5:00 - 5:45 PM - Went to Qwik Kar to get my car inspected and the oil change. This trip deserves a post of its own; anyway, the credit card was repeatedly denied- I was able to put $10 on it. That left $30 or so to be accounted for. I had a ten in my pocket, and the rest was put on my debit card, which I knew would be cutting it pretty close. How close you ask? I now have just over two bucks in that account. Very close, I answer. Once again- I need money.
6 - 8 PM - Football at Simpson drill field. Teams seemed a little bit mis-matched, but I was on the better one, so who's complaining? I had a number of receptions, three or so for touchdowns, and maybe only one big mistake on defense. It was fun; we have a game on Thursday, as we're in a preseason tournament. The winner of said tournament gets to take on the champ from t.u.- we're a veeeery long shot, but hey, it's not totally out of the question. Mostly, but not totally.
In a few minutes I'll be leaving to meet Michelle at Freebird's for dinner. I will be redeeming a coupon for a free burrito and drink; I'm not sure how far you can stretch two bucks there, but odds are it'd get me little more than water with a side of lemon wedges.
p.s. the new version of "Heroes & Villains" is pretty darn awesome. Maybe I'll have some money by the time "Smile" finally comes out. It's impossible to say whether or not Brian Wilson's well-publicized trials and tribulations are a good price to pay for the transcendent music he has occasionally* been able to produce. I do know that the world is a better place for his melodies and those killer harmonies. William Faulkner once said that the "Ode to a Grecian Urn" was worth "any number of old ladies;" I don't know Mr. F's musical tastes (probably genteel and Southern, with a hint of gothic), but along that line of reasoning, Pet Sounds alone is worth a whole ward full of lunatics.
* Where "occasionally" = "ever" but actually pretty frequently, whereas for mere mortals such great heights (on the winamp as I type in fact) are simply unattainable and not ever an at all realistic goal
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