I had to drink the koolaid...

Oh wait... That's not my blog! Whoops. 

Amy I'm going to oblige you in my 10 things writing, but I'm not going to tag people since I don't know who does or doesn't read this blog. 

10 things that make me happy:

1. The smell of a horse barn. There's something about the warmth and sweetness of hay during the summer to just make everything in the outside world melt away. 

2. The smell of tomato plants. Not everyone understands that some plants just have their own unique smell. Tomatoes are one of them and they make me feel like summer. 

3. Being told that I'm worth something. Even after years of rebuilding myself I still haven't gotten to a place where I don't need reassurance anymore. 

4. Giggling with girls. There is something sacred about the shared secrets and silliness that a girly night or moment can bring. 

5. Laying out in the sun. 

6. Spending time with brothers I don't often spend time with. As I get older in the fraternity I start to realize what makes it so special. It allows us to gradual become closer and closer and keep that "new friend" feeling alive. I call each member brother, and yet I learn something new about each of them every day. I love it. 

7. Waking up in the morning and realizing that you don't need to get out of bed if you don't want to. 

8. Loafing around in my PJ's at Scott's. No one's around to judge me. It's almost like a mini-vacation from my hectic school and organization oriented life in Clemson. I don't need that break all the time, but sometimes it's just nice to have someone who will let you lay around and cat nap for half a day. 

9. Adventures. Hiking, aquarium, horseback riding, cooler finding, whatever the little outing or adventure it'll probably be fun. 

10. My pillow.

Flogging Molly

The concert last night was awesome! I had so much fun.

Let's see... First off, we walked through a sketchy part of town to go to the shittiest Subway ever. What kind of a Subway runs out of tomatoes at 5pm? This one apparently. 

Then we got in line to wait for the doors to open. This week was a lot more pleasant than last. 

We managed to stand a few rows back from the barricade around some pretty cool people. There were two engaged couples in front of us that we kind of made friends with, and I had no choice but to make friends with the guy I was smooshed against when Flogging Molly came on. 

The lead singer for The Architects was totally high on something. Especially since he tried to clap his hands above his head and kind-of-sort-of epic failed. 

Frank Turner is probably the new love of my life. He was charming and hunky and... yeah. His bassist looked like one of my old friends. I was a little mesmerized. 

Flogging Molly was fantastic. We lost Paul almost as soon as they went on. Scott and I stuck through being squished for about seven songs but then we moved towards the back. If I felt like I was getting killed I don't know what the hell he felt like because I'm pretty sure he was trying his hardest to keep me from getting plastered to the guy in front of me. 

After that we watched the rest of the show from the side of the venue and bet an older biker dude who hit it off with Scott right away as they showed off tattoos. People just seem to be drawn to Scott. I never go anywhere and make as many friends as I do when we go places. It just kind of makes me chuckle. 

After a long, fun night I got home (Clemson home) around 3am. 

I feel like death. 

All M's end in P's

Stopped up and a little hopped up on cold medicine, I'm not sure how fabulous this blog post will be. I had some sort of witty, cunning curiosity to ponder over tonight. However, now I can't remember what it is. So I'm just going to chit chat about the wonders of Redfern. 

For the first time since attending Clemson, I actually had a decent experience at Redfern! I made and appointment yesterday afternoon for this horrible viral thing that I more than likely contracted standing out in the snow waiting for NFG. Well I got right on in. First I got shuffled into a nurses office where she took my vitals and shooed me to the lab for a throat culture. Then I got to talk to a very nice Dr. who then shuffled me back down to the lab to get a few vials of blood to test for bacterial infection, metabolic stuff, and thyroid hormone something or other. Seems that my thyroid may have quit on me, after-all. Oh well. Maybe after all this I'll go in on Thursday and I'll be all clear. My lovely albino chic spots on my arms will just be a mystery for the dermatologist to figure out. I don't particularly care. I'm just tired of being  sick. 

I'm excited for Sean to come into town this weekend. I'm skipping out early on my weekend at Scott's so that I can spend some time with our friend that we never get to see anymore! It'll nice to have a good portion of the weekend in Clemson. I'm not sure what I'm going to do on Saturday night during the basketball game, but at the very least I can do some work or something. 

I'm already thinking about what I'm going to do for my internship presentation. Scary, isn't it? Thank you notes for everyone who wrote me references and potential internship employers will be going out soon. I figured that keeping lines of communication open is the best way to insure a favorable outcome for any future job huntings. Hell, it's how I got this internship, right?

That's all for now!

Valentines Weekend

This weekend was interesting. Some very good, some not so good. 

Friday night was the NFG concert that I'd been waiting for forever. First chapter was conveniently postponed due to snow so that was fantastic as well. The concert was awesome. Scott and I stood in the snow for 2 hours waiting for the doors to open. My toes froze. I whined a lot, but it was SO worth it for where we were standing. Hellogoodbye was funny as hell and NFG was amazing! I even got a guitar pick because we made friends with one of the samoan bouncers. It pays to be a cute little girl, huh? Then we got to battle the shitty weather to get home.

Saturday was a pretty lazy day. Watched some movies, attempted to study, went to IHOP. The snow had pretty much melted by then but we took my car anyway just in case. Later in the evening we ventured out for slushies and on the way home I almost ran over a deer or two in Scott's driveway of all places. Silly rats with long legs... what are were you doing in the driveway? 

Now the bad part. Last night I went to bed not feeling so hot. I tossed and turned all last night with these crazy stress dreams that basically made me feel like I got now sleep at all. Woke up this morning with a crazy fever. Scott's hands felt like ice even when they weren't that cold. So I took medicine and dozed in and out all day. He sweetly offered to drive me back to school tonight so that I didn't die, but me being stubborn couldn't let that happen. I'm not exactly sure how I'd function without my car for a full week. 

Now I'm just waiting for my sheets to finish drying so I can make my bed and take some nyquill. Hopefully when I get up in the morning everything will be better. I'm wearing my pj's inside out and backwards tonight in hopes that it'll bring a snow day!

You would think...

You would think as a Horticulture major I would have figured some shit out by now, right? Apparently not. I woke up this morning to find my perfect bunch of bananas (some just right, some a little green, and some completely green to give me the optimal amount of time they would still be ripe) starting to ripen already! Stupid me. I put them next to Melissa's already over-ripening bananas.

If you don't know this little tidbit, the whole "banana in a bag" trick is all made possible by the hormone Ethylene. Ripening fruit produces the hormone and grocery stores either add, or block it to keep their fruit at the best ripeness to sell. Tricky, right? Well fruit doesn't need to be in a paper bag for this little hijinx to happen. Not thinking about the fact that the older bananas would be practically breathing Ethylene down my bananas' stems I condemned my bananas to an early end, and me to have to eat them all ASAP!

Sad day!

Jitters

I am all kinds of hopped up on coffee right now because of the long drive from NC to school at 7am. Probably should have left last night, but it's okay.

I'm already getting excited for this weekend. What once was a weekend centered around the New Found Glory concert has now continued to fill until almost completely packed. Friday is obviously the concert, but then I get to go to IHOP (see below), gut 6,000,000 cherry peppers again, study for spanish, and then go to a valentines day dinner shin-dig that didn't come up until last night.

Unfortunately this means I will be skipping chapter. Having not planned on this turn of events, maybe I should have moved to have this Sunday off. I just hope that quorum is made so I don't feel overwhelmingly guilty afterwards. I'm just going to cross my fingers and hope for the best.

I am extra excited for IHOP on Saturday! This may seem silly, but when I was five the IHOP near me shut down and then I didn't get to have it again until I was a Junior in high school touring Emory. Then i didn't get to have it again until last year when we were coming back from meeting with the place in Greer we had formal. No one ever seems to think that it's special, or particularly wants to go there, but let me tell you - if you don't get to go often it's amaaaaaaazing. Silly, I know. But I can't help but get excited over it!

Haze

I feel sleepy and hazy today.

I'm trying to be at least semi-productive. Homework, my Lewis Family Farm application, some reading. You would think that because Scott's studying I would be too, right? Yeah OK! This morning I've watched an episode of Degrassi, and 3 episodes of Taboo. Talk about productive!

I'm 95% sure that I'm going to Essex, NY to do my internship at Lewis Family Farm. I need to figure out how to renew my passport so I can go to Canada while I'm there! Scott thinks that it's just my urge to become more redneck. I'm kind of excited to meet a group of totally new people and learn some new skill-sets that I can add to my growing list. I just want to succeed and do something different. Especially with the world of organics and raw foods growing through the roof, it's a great opportunity to break into that field.



I almost can't believe it's already February. Friday will be fantastic. My twelve year old self is bouncing off the walls. I've been waiting to see New Found Glory for forever. Flogging Molly is the week after that, followed by retreat. I feel like I'm going to really be missing my bed by the time that we reunite for a weekend. I miss my pillows and my comforter when I'm gone. Also, I never sleep as well without the white noise of my fan. It makes me feel a little infantile that I still depend on such little comforts.

This week looks like it's going to be a little bit hectic. Hopefully everything will just settle out the way it needs to. As for now, I'm just going to study and attempt to work through my sleepiness.

Keep On Lovin' You

There's a full agenda for today.

School until noon
CVS
Haircut
Symphonic Set up/Take Down
Committee meeting
Blind-horse

Maybe this will keep me from having a shit-tastic day like yesterday. Ugh. However, I should be getting my new gardenia bonsai in today! I'm really excited about it. :)