Daphne and I recorded ourselves for the first time. This is how it went:
I accompanied a vocal major today for the first time. Weirdest thing ever... I walk in, and they were making buzzing noises with their throats. It went fine I suppose. But let me tell you, vocal majors are on a level all of their own. Very odd.
Sometimes, the bus brings out my weird side. Today's new thing was inspired by the blue-eyed baby across the seat from me on an average trip to class. I was minding my own business, when I was suddenly startled as my gaze locked on the eyes of this infant, who had it in his diabolical mind to make me as uncomfortable as possible. Who knew that babies could have such blatant stares? So I did the only thing that seemed logical at the time. I stared back. I had a staring contest with a baby.
As suggested by Spencer, I tackled learning a new song on the guitar. ...Two, in fact. New Slang by The Shins. And when that one got easy, I switched to Blackbird, by the Beatles. Now I can officially say that I am the Guitar Girl at the party.
Monday. School. The drudgery hits, and you feel depressed. What better way to kick that bad mood by sampling a Mint flavored Milky Way? Try it Mikey, you'll like it.
First of all, apologies to the emtpiness of this blog as of late. By now, you probably all know about my reluctance to make entries without rad pictures. Unfortunately, I still don't have all of them, but I will do the best with what I have.)
Today's new thing was being "ADJUSTED" in Yoga. Basically, you're laying on your back already relaxed, and the adjustment just brings your body into a more straight and "true" position. My teacher describes it as "bringing out the light" in the person. And man alive, it feels good.
New thing today was sitting at the bar at Angie's... you know the one I'm referring to. The one that the creepo old men always sit at... the ones that blatantly stare. And, while we were doing new things, Pete told the waitor to "surprise him", and on a whim, I did the same. He brought me out some nice French Toast, and when I asked him why he picked it, he replied "because he likes it." Dude.
Every day I've walked past this greenhouse... every day I've been itching to leave my own impression... Today, I finally creeped up to it and scratched my mark.
"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." -Victor Hugo
I was hypnotized tonight... well... sort of. I tried an I-Doser... "Binaural Brain Doses" as they are scientifically called.
It kind of reminds me of the movie Total Recall, where the dreamy Arnold Schwarzenegger pays to have a simulated "vacation" implanted in his brain. However, this wasn't quite the same. Basically what you do is find a nice quiet place, put on fancy headphones, clear you mind, and just listen to the "dose". The doses are a bunch of beeps designed to synchronize your brain waves to simulate "experiences".... such as the use of Marijuana or Cocaine, for example. And it's true- a lot of them were designed to give you simulated "highs" or trips. The one I tried wasn't a drug one, but I can't recall the actual name. I just remember listening to it and feeling my whole body start to tingle. It probably could have been more successful if I hadn't drifted off to a peaceful sleep in the middle... although I did wake up a few hours later in the early morning feeling really disoriented and fuzzy. I'm just glad it didn't end up like Total Recall, where Arnold has a seizure and tries to rip apart the scientists with his bursting biceps... I'll settle with the tingling for now.
Also done today worth mentioning: I ate with a Biodegradable fork for the first time. USU has gone Green, and they now make utensils made out of ground-up corn. Go USU!
I sampled Bread-and-Butter Pickles today as my new thing... homemade, courtesy of my Grandparents. I don't actually like pickles, but I figured they were worth a shot. Apparently, I'm just not a pickle person... You'd think with a blog name like the mysterious pickle that I would like pickles...
I am not an athletic person. I am also not a fashion-savvy person. However, I clearly remember coveting a pair of warm-up pants for my entire Middle School years... It was a secret longing of mine- to want to belong to a sports team, and be there right with them when they tore off their pants and ran around rampant through the courts. Okay... that might be a bit dramatic... or it might not be.
As you can see, if you kindly tilt your head to the side, ripping warm-ups off my body is not my calling in life. Yes, I tried it three times. No, I wasn't successful.
I guess I shouldn't come in at halftime and expect to play the game... or however it goes. So for now, I'm content to be the benchwarmer and watch the big stars play.
Basically, you donate all your old shoes and walk around barefoot to support this program. I searched my shoes for something to donate, and made the realization that I had left all my old unused shoes at home. However, that didn't stop me. I waltzed right into the TSC, found the shoe donation box, and flipped each of my flip flops into it proudly. It felt SO GOOD to be spontaneous, SO GOOD to serve, and just SO GOOD to walk around all day without shoes. Before, my feet were squeaky clean....
It was late. I had bundled myself into my room without any hope of excitement... A life of studying is certainly not a life of enjoyment. Naturally, in the act of quenching my thirst on my break, I remembered that I hadn't done a new thing. I hurredly asked my roommates for an idea (my favorite was Carina's... "Have you become an ultimate aggie on the bull yet?") But, due to Hailey's obsession of Christmas and countdown clocks on her computer, I decided to give a secret "83 Days (and some extra hours and minutes) Till Christmas" present to the boys across the hall. The present was a packet of Shrimp Ramen (extremely festive)... the only real gift I was willing to part with. I also didn't have very much wrapping paper, as you can see.
