Alright. *scratches head* So I guess this whole blog thing is the new "hip" time-waster. Remember when wasting time wasn't quite so voyeuristic? Alas, playing Nintendo or taking care of our Gigapets wasn't enough for the average American procrastinator. No, the culture that thrives on reality TV and celebrity gossip must have another way of observing the lives of others. Hence, the blog. Now, ordinarily, I'm not one to jump on the proverbial bandwagon just because everyone else does. However, as you may have noticed, *I* had a blog LONG before it became cool. So THERE!!

That said, I can't let some little "lookit me I have a Xanga" upstars out-blog me. I've been doing this since... what, 2000? Something like that? I can't see my archives from this edit screen. Yeah, okay, so the Xanga format is better. My thing is, I don't think people are really THAT interested in my life. And if someone became THAT interested, well, that'd freak me out. And besides, I update my AIM profile daily, and people read that. If it's important, it's usually in there. Why go two places to get basically the same thing? But I digress.

That point is, I'm going to try and update this more often, whether anyone reads it or not. I mean, why not?

Well then. Sean's had opera rehearsal like, constantly since school started. Suckaaa. I'm so glad I'm not involved with that crap. Mr. Aslanian is such a moron. Anyway, it's really sucked on weekends. He has rehearsals on Fridays from 3-5 and then 7-10, and the same schedule on Saturdays. It all adds up to me never getting to see him, since we have classes/work/rehearsals during the week, too. I'm getting tired of it, so I'm glad the opera will be over next weekend! It's made for some very boring weekend nights home by myself. Most of my friends are gone. That's what sucks the most about being old and back in Waco again. Oh well, that's life I guess. At least I keep in touch pretty well with most of em. And it's not like I don't have friends here, it's just that most of them aren't the "hang out on weekends" types. Except for Jeff/Richard/et al, but they weren't around this weekend.

I had dinner with Melanie tonight, which was nice. I hadn't seen her in a really long time so it was nice to catch up with my ol' roomie. She's thinking about coming back to Baylor next semester for grad school! Hooray!

Well, I suppose I ought to go to bed. I have to be up at 6:30 for church in the morning. Booo. It sucks to get up earlier on Sunday than any other day of the week.

Keep it real, I'm out.

You know, I think the reason why I never update this blog is because I update my AIM profile every day. If people are going to read that, they already know what's going on in my life. Frankly, I don't think they want to click on the link and "go the extra step" to read this when they can get the basic facts from my profile.

But I'm bored and tired of studying, so whatever!

Had the church choir Christmas party at Blackburn Manor last night. Fun times, man. Good food and amusing folks. Especially drinking "special eggnog" and wine with a certain Baylor professor who shall remain nameless. Hey, we're not Baptists. We'll drink all we want! ;-)

Anyway, guess I better get back to studying. These finals are gonna be stupid and I don't think there's much point in studying. I say that now, but watch me fail the everlovin' crap out of them tomorrow.

I'm out.

Forgot to include an amusing parody of the stupid "Give me your tired, your poor" song (the inscription on the Statue of Liberty) that Ben and I created:

AliciaLE: Give me your tired, your pooooooooooooooooor

BenJammin2000: your huddled masses yearning to breathe chlorine gas

AliciaLE: the wretched refuse of your teeming trashcan

BenJammin2000: Send these, the homeless, seasick bums to me

AliciaLE: I lift my tramp beside the golden whore

BenJammin2000: lol
BenJammin2000: I was hoping you'd say something like that

AliciaLE: if you ever want a conversation to go south, just call on me

"Come on, fhqhwgads. Everybody to the limit!" -Strong Bad (check out www.homestarrunner.com if you've never been).

So last night was opera scenes, in which I had to witness my boyfriend in a very... romantic scene, involving him kissing another woman (twice). I can't really describe the emotion it produced. On the one hand, I knew that it was just acting and not a big deal. I was really proud of him, because it was fabulous singing and acting (and I'm not the only one who thought so). But then, there was the other hand... the one that wanted to strangle Katie Horn for her transgression. This was the little voice that said, "Forget acting, that's YOUR MAN!!" It was an interesting combination of anger, betrayal, and sadness (combined with the aforementioned indifference and pride). Very strange. After it was over, I mostly just felt sick. I then got to experience a few hours of a lump in my throat, a constant mental replay of what I'd seen, and finally some nice cathartic crying. Once that was all over, it was all good. I have a newfound respect for anyone who has ever been cheated on. I mean, this was completely innocent, and it still really sucked.

Tonight, the Musical Whores of Baylor (the chamber singers) have to sing at some random U.S. Cavalry Division reunion banquet or something like that. The good thing? We get free food. The bad things? Waste of a Saturday night, singing horribly cheesed-up patriotic music (including an SATB arrangement of "This Land is Your Land"), and sitting through whatever hours of speeches entail after we've done our bit. Oh, and I take that food thing back. There will be alcohol served, but we can't have any, because it's against Baylor's faschist Baptistness. Dr. Bailey said "Um, if someone saw you and got offended, I could lose my job." Hmm. Bottoms up, then! ;-)

Guess I'll just have to head over to Cricket's afterward. Or do more research. Should have done more of that today... eh.

Alright then, I'm out.

Another day, another dollar... or something like that. I could definitely use some more dollars. Maybe some of you readers out there would like to give me some dollars? Class? Anyone? Bueller?

Well, once again I am succumbing to the peer pressure of everyone else posting their blog address in their profile. Whenever I cave into this pressure, it means I write some random thing in the blog (and it's usually 3 months or so between entries). Then I post it and wonder if anyone reads it. I usually conclude that (a) nobody reads it (and really, why would you, it's just me rambling about my life), or (b) people read it and never say anything, or (c) I get tired of thinking of stuff to write about and just give up. It's usually C. C is always the right answer in multiple choice tests... why would this be any different?

This Week from Hell is brought to you by.... Intro to Grad Studies, sponsored by Dr. Laurel E. Zeiss. Check it out, gang. We have to do this massive research paper, right, and it's not due until Dec. 6. Yet, starting on Thursday, we have to give these stupid 10-15 minute presentations to the class on our research. So basically, you have to have the majority of your research done so that you can make a respectable point. This means that I'll be playing a lot of musical examples and talking more out of my butt than my mouth, if you'll pardon the expression. Even more annoying than having to present on a paper 3 weeks before it's due is that we are never given time to work on the paper. No, the illustrious Dr. Zeiss feels the need to assign us a bunch of busy work papers in the interim, which take up almost all of one's precious time. Oh, by the way, I'm also taking a bunch of OTHER GRADUATE CLASSES which ALSO REQUIRE WORK!!!!!!!! *gasps for air* Okay. I'm calm.

In addition to finishing off that lovely research, I also have to do a project in my worship class. It's due the same day as the research project, and my group has yet to meet or discuss anything that we're going to do. You'd think a bunch of future pastors would be a little more responsible. Oh wait, they're Baptists. (Sorry, couldn't resist).

Looking forward to Austin Avenue's Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow night.... I'm all about feasting and revelry (especially if it means not working on stuff).

Well, friends, my rambling is done for now. If you'd like to hear more, you know where to find me. :) I'm out.