Good Old Fashioned Fun

Corey and I were tired of doing homework this evening and decided that it was necessary to do something fun as a reward for being such good students. We ended up walking from BETA to Ivanna Cone to get ice cream with Scotty and John. Then, we went back to BETA and I read aloud the Tucker Max story: Tucker tries butt sex; hilarity does not ensue.

We believe in good, wholesome diversions.

I Hate Titles

I did way to much today.

I resubmitted the application for the apartment.
I did the final checkout at my old apartment.
I edited a group paper 4 times.
I made a 30 minute presentation.
I read Animal Farm and a Wrinkle in Time cover to cover.
I wrote papers on both books.

My brain hurts and I'm surprised it is still functioning.

I actually talked to Kyle on the phone today. It was nice to actually hear his voice. We have definitely gone longer than this with out seeing each other, but this is probably the longest we've gone with out talking to each other on the phone since we first became friends. Its pathetic, I know.

I have a feeling the rest of this week is going to be pretty shitty. I have too much to do. At least I won't have any summer school to worry about this weekend! But on Monday I start two new classes, both of which I get the feeling are going to be a fair amount of work. Oh well, its only 5 more weeks. Then I have 6 weeks where the only thing I have to do is one independent study class (and my thesis project, but I've been working on that already).

It is going to be glorious!

Moving Day

I received the first communication from Kyle since he left today. Unfortunately, the phone cards he bought don't work, so the best I get right now are e-mails. Its good to hear from him regardless.

I moved out of my apartment today and back into my parents house. Hopefully by the end of this week I'll be in my new apartment. I can't wait to have a big bed! My last room was tiny and all that would fit was a twin bed--not my ideal sleeping arrangement.

School starts back up tomorrow, so I'd better at least pretend to do some homework.

Parties up the Wazoo

This weekend my parents hosted two parties--my sister's graduation party and my grandparents' 50th anniversary party. The graduation party was fine. It was raining the morning of, which put my mom in to minor panic mode. Fortunately, by noon it had cleared off and everything went off without a hitch.

Today, my grandparents' party is also going well except for the fact that my families congenial mood is not so slowly fading as the party progresses. For the last half hour, Baileigh and I have been finding new places to hide from party guests. The location has to be changed every 5-7 minutes. If you stay in one place any longer you risk parents becoming privy to the fact that you're trying to hide.

Yesterday, my littlest cousin (who isn't even really my cousin--I have no clue how we are actually related) challenged me to a battle of skill on his Nintendo DS. This is a common occurrence because he knows that of all the Rodgers, I am the one who he is always sure to beat at any Nintendo game. This time however, he was wrong.

His game of choice was Worms, a game that Kyle played for a while and tried to teach me. I don't think I ever actually played the game with Kyle; there were just a few sessions of instruction and observation that I'm sure he thought I was completely ignoring--I must have paid some attention, because for the first time ever I left one of my cousin's challenge victorious. The rest of the party he announced his disgust at being beat by a girl to anyone who would listen. Woot!

Last night, Corey and I wanted to go out, but that didn't end up happening. We didn't even decide what to do until midnight. Our grand plan consisted of renting a movie and watching it at BETA. A bunch of guys had just gotten back from X-Men 3 as we were arriving, and we were sidetracked from our plan when I started asking them if they stayed for the scene at the end of the credits or if they had seen the spoof cartoon and gotten the humor behind "I'm the juggernaut bitch!" This led to Logan getting his lap top and us watching the whole cartoon. That then led us into a discussion about Logan's obsession with a certain pirate porn. By the time we started the movie it was close to 1. I didn't end up going to bed until around 3:30. Not a good choice since I had to play hostess at the anniversary party today.

On that note, I'm going to try to sneak downstairs and take a nap.

:(

It is 7:34 AM on a Saturday morning and I have already been awake for 4 hours...

I took Kyle to the airport to go to Brazil this morning. I'm very proud of how well I kept my composure. When I really think about it, a month isn't that long. If he wasn't in Brazil, he'd be in Kansas and we'd see each other every other weekend. So I'm actually only missing out on, at the most, 6 days of Kyle time.

Some how that rational hasn't really worked yet. I think the distance makes a difference. Even when he is 4 hours away, its only 4 hours. If I really wanted to see him, all I would have to do is pay for a tank of gas and drive there. Now, if I really want to see him, I have to buy a plane ticket to Brazil--not likely to happen.

It will be good for us to have some time apart. I'll get to catch up with people I haven't seen in a while and focus on summer school. Kyle will have plenty of time to realize how perfect I am and how lucky he is to have me....;)

Kyle: If you're reading this from a Brazilian Internet Cafe, I want you to know that I love you, have fun and don't get mugged by Brazilian hooligans like Charles!

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

I spent this weekend in Hutchinson Kansas with Kyle. My trips there always prove to be rather interesting and usually involve some sort of emotional roller coaster ride. For the most part I had a great time. I love Kyle's friends. They remind me a lot of the people I hung out with at the end of my high school career.

I met Kyle's ex girlfriend Hillary. It was awkward to say the least. First, she called one of Kyle's friends to see what was going on. He immediately made the whole situation awkward by profusely apologizing for even answering the phone, which in turn made me nervous, because I'm a crazy person. My mind some times makes illogical leaps and I came to the conclusion that there was some deep dark underlying reason why Kyle's friend would feel so guilty for answering the phone. Then I opened my big drunken mouth and said that I wanted to meet her, which made Kyle uncomfortable. Then, she actually came over and was SUPER drunk--very much not what I expected her to be. But then again she was VERY drunk. This made Kyle even more uncomfortable and he kept making me play stupid card games with him to keep me distracted, which actually just annoyed me because I would have greatly preferred to observe the situation at hand and participate in the under the breath comments that were being passed back and forth about the drunk girls by the other people sitting at the card table.

Then, when Kyle and I went back to his house, he kept asking me if something was wrong because he assumed I was upset at having encountered one of his ex's, which I definitely wasn't. If anything, finally putting a face with the infamous name that still manages to pop up on caller ID and other places makes me feel better. I knew exactly what he was talking about when he was asking me, but I kept asking him why he was being so weird. Even though we both new that we wanted to discuss the event, we just kept asking the same questions:

Kyle: "Are you ok?"
Courtney: "Ya (giggle) why wouldn't I be?"
Kyle: "What's so funny?"
Courtney: "Just the situation."
Kyle: "What situation?"
Courtney: "Just tonight. Why are you being weird?"
Kyle: "I'm not being weird, why are you laughing?"
Courtney: "I already told you why. What is wrong with you?"

And so it went for a good 5 minutes.

Then, another night, Kyle decided to chew. I was drunk and got mad. We had a discussion a long time ago about how his Dad used to chew and he thought it was weird and we had both agreed that it was gross. I told him if he ever chewed I wouldn't kiss him. So I decided to not be mad but hold him to the consequences that he knew his actions were going to bring. When I told him that, it made him annoyed and he said he didn't remember what I had said about chew, but I'm fairly certain he remembers the conversation well. I'm pretty sure he's been chewing more than just a tiny bit since he's been home because when we were at a baseball game and his friend pulled out his can, another friend made a comment about Kyle drooling over it.

That shit is GROSS!!

I'm cold.

Time for a shower.

Addiction

I got new shoes today! A new pair of black Via Spiga's and a new pair of green retro pumps to be exact. Hmm... shoes...

Today, I was awarded a scholarship from the Omaha Federation of Advertising. I skipped my second day of summer school to get it... Somehow that doesn't seem right, but oh well. After, my mom and I went shopping, which is where the shoe shopping came into play. I also got a few new clothing items and, in true suga-mama fashion, I also picked up a lil some'n some'n for Kyle.

Ya, today was a good day.

Back to School

Today is the first day of my first summer class. As class time draws closer, my regret of signing up for this class is growing exponentially. I'm signed up to take Small Group Problem Solving aka COMM 210. Ask anyone who even kind of knows me and they can tell you that, to date in my college career, I have not had very good group project experiences. Yes, I am well aware that the common dominator in all of these group disasters is me, and I take full responsibility for having very high expectations of my group members, but I get As and I'm not about to let someone mess that up. Maybe this was a bad choice on my part, or maybe it is just what I need to get over my fear of group work.

This weekend seemed like the weekend that lasted forever. Frankly, it wore me out. Even though it seemed like it lasted forever, I still managed to not do anything I had planned on doing. My car is still dirty, my room is only half way clean, I didn't go to the grocery store (well, I did, but Kyle and I purchased junk food--not real food,) my laundry didn't get washed...the list goes on and on.

Right now I'm at work. They told me to be here at 9:30 because I'm supposed to be filling in for the receptionist while she goes to a funeral, but she isn't leaving until 10:30. Grr... that means that I'm here with nothing to do for an hour. A whole hour that I could have been sleeping.

I'm tired.

I miss my bed.

BORED

The only reason I'm writing this post is to look like I'm doing something worthwhile. I have been at the office for a grand total of 3 hours and I have 3 hours left to go. So far, I have done nothing and I probably won't do anything with the rest of my time--not because I'm lazy, but because I have nothing to do. If I can't actually be productive, I like to at least appear productive.

I figured out what happened to my car. I parked my car for the day. Some time after that a sign was posted that made only the stall I was parked in a tow away zone. Then the next day, before I had even gone past my car and had the opportunity to see the new signs, my car was towed. If that isn't ridiculous I don't know what is.

Summer school starts on Monday, and I thought this week and last week would be my time to relax before heading back to the grind. Not the case. I've been working like a crazy person these last two weeks--6 hours a day and the ad agency and 2-3 hours a day at the newspaper. And for the rest of this week, I'm helping my mom organize my sister's graduation party so that she doesn't have a brain aneurysm. My pre-session class is now beginning to look like a welcome break instead of a 3-week sentence to hell.

There is one tiny ray of hope. I have Friday off from the ad agency. I'll probably have to stop into the newspaper for a few hours, but besides that I plan on doing nothing. (Realistically, this probably won't happen, but everyone's gotta have a dream.)

Fuck Parking Serivces

They towed my car today and I'm pissed. I had to pay 170 dollars to get the f-ing thing out. GRRR!

Soul Mates

Is there one perfect person for everyone? The more I think about it, the more I realize how ridiculous the notion is. Even if "the one" is out there, what chance does one have to meet that person? And if someone does meet that person, what are the chances that the circumstances will be favorable to a continuing relationship? And if that one person is found, and the relationship is given the opportunity to begin, what are the chances that the relationship will fit in with the norms of society? How many people are really willing to step outside of the box we've constructed around ourselves?

Like a wise and under-appreciated modern philosopher once said:

I would do anything for love, but I won't do that.

It just doesn't add up, and when given a good look, is down right depressing. In theory, there probably is one person who, if the right set of circumstances play out, has the potential to make one happier than others. In reality, it's all about maximizing happiness. Will someone who makes one averagely happy for 50 years give that person more gratification than someone who can make that person extremely happy but for only 10 years?

As time goes by, this seems to become less and less of an issue. Now, we really can have our cake and eat it too. It is now acceptable to marry the person you meet early on, divorce him or her after 40 years and spend the next 10 with the second person. We are no longer stuck with the decisions we make.

Oh, what a twisted web we weave.

End of the Semester!

It is now 7:14 and I am killing time at the DN until 8:00 when I have my last final of the semester! Woo hoo. I'm so glad these classes are finally over.

I'm not really sure why this is so exciting, because I'm just going to start new classes in a few weeks. To stay on my path for early graduation, I'm taking 13 hours this summer, 20 hours in the fall, and 21 hours in the spring. When I really sit back and think about it, I realize how insane I must be. Oh well, I'm stubborn. Now that I have the idea in my head that I can beat everyone I don't see any other option.

These past weeks have been pretty exciting. I started an internship at the biggest advertising agency in Lincoln. I was awarded best Ad Exec. of the Semester at the DN. And I'm not going to fail my Lit Crit class. Even though that class has nothing to do with anything that I hope to do in my future, it is to date my proudest accomplishment.