Courtney’s Haven

Probably the Only Spring Break Update

Stupid (or “stoopid”) Circadian rhythm. It’s 2:40 a.m. on my computer clock, and I have church in the morning, but I can’t go to bed, maybe this will make me want to sleep. But anyways, I guess as a a good kid, I’ll update the family on the past, present, and future of Spring Break ‘04 (and no, that wasn’t meant to be an allusion to Charles Dicken’s , A Christmas Carol, ) but it did seem to work fine, so I guess I’ll just leave it.

Friday (3/12/04): Woke up around 10 a.m after going to bed at 4 a.m., after hanging out with my friends until midnight (Thursday) and talking online and watching a “girl movie” (as I like to call it). It was ” A Walk to Remember” in fact—-very sad movie. It hits home with me just because of various scenes and circumstances, but all the same, I have always enjoyed it.

Anyways, everyone in College Station seemed to go home during the afternoon, so I was stuck with not that many people to hang out with. Luckily, two of my good friends, Kyle and Tiffany, were there, and they wanted me to go to a party with them. But at the same time, I didn’t know if I wanted to go home or go to the party. Like, I knew I would have fun whatever I did, but it took a while to figure it out. My decision was basically made when my mom called and told me that I wasn’t going to be driving in the dark. (Moms always know best). So the party it was! We all left the dorm around 9ish, even though I before I decided that I was going to go, I wanted to go do something physical, like play a sport or something, but because none of the friends that I was with like to do that stuff, I think that was out of the question. (It sucks sometimes). So, I was going to be the DD, and I was. A damn good one in fact. So, I drove to the party, and it turns out that I knew the guy whose house it was. (He was in my MATH 152 class last semester, but he failed it. That’s sad). The party was pretty fun. Everyone got drunk. except for me. I was the good DD, like I said. I can actually see myself being the DD all throughout college. The basic reason why I don’t drink is because I don’t like the loss of control and the situations that I could get into. For me, it’s just so much safer to not drink because I’m already crazy as it is, so me being drunk…well, that’s just a bad combination…or so I would like to think. The basic summary is that one of my friends passed out asleep and another one of my friends puked 3 times. Don’t worry…it may seem bad, but they always do that, I think . I don’t like alcohol at all, but maybe I’m just a “life virgin.” I’m too naive for my own good I believe

Saturday ( 3/13/03):

I got in at 3:30 a.m. in the morning. I woke up when my mom called at 9:30 a.m. She asked if I would like to meet her and John at Chappel Hill for lunch at around noon. I agreed, and she gave me easy directions. started to pack up my car at around 10:30, almost locking myself out of the dorm. All my stuff was really heavy, and I was glad all of that packing was over. Especially doing it by myself sucks, but then again, I’ve always done it like that (i.e no one helping me), so I guess I was used to it. (Sometimes it’s just nice to have someone to help.) So, I left around 11, with not much gas in the Camry. I was fine. I had good music playing! I got lost with the directions, so I ended up not meeting them for lunch, but I did find this really cool old car showcase. It had all the old classic cars, fully redone, beautifully crafted. Probably an hour outside of College Station. So, I left and went back to the Katy House. I was freakin’ hungry at the time I got home, so I made myself a magical creation. Sauteed onions and a hot turkey sandwich with au jus sauce. I was quite proud of myself. I also got to play with my new cell phone, which totally rocks. I get signal, yay! My mom and John got home, and we arrange our dinner plans. (everytime all of us are home, we like to arrange at least one really nice meal…and it turns out that tonight was the night). We got to Michelangelos, a really awesome KA Italian restaurant downtown. We eat…taking about 2.5 hours. And I have to admit, that their tiramuse was the best I have EVER tasted. YUM! We drive home, and I just chill, think I get on the computer. I get a little bored and fat, so I decide that I want to go running. I do this at about 12:30 a.m. (which would actually be today). I start running around the neighborhood, listening to a CD, planning on running 6 miles, but right after I hit 1.5 miles, my CD player loses its power. STUPID BATTERIES. And I seriously can not run without music, so I was going to run inside the house and look to see if we have any batteries, but no luck. I run upstairs to see I have any in use in another battery operated item, but darn…no luck. :(. That makes me sad….really sad. I mean, yea, I could run without it, but it’s just not the same because basically, when I run, it’s my escape from the world. When I’m running, it feels as though I’m walking on pure air. I think about all my trials with life…I think about my direction…I think about just basic things, but to me, they’re important. Sometimes I do though have random thoughts when I run as well. I think 3 days ago, I “wrote” a poem when I was running. I should have jotted it down. Eh well. I write too much as it is. So, I only ran 3 miles, and I think to myself, “that will suffice.” I’m going to run 6 miles tomorrow with my mommy, I believe, after church at 10:45. mmm…church. I feel so good when I go to church; it makes me feel so alive inside. So now, i’m sitting here in my very own solitude, and I like it. No one around…no one to worry about…no one to disturb. We are all like that though, I believe. Bluntly stated, I think too much. I don’t really think about the relationships I have with people as much, but I always hypothesize theories about the way that the world works. Sometimes, as of lately, I feel as though it’s being supressed. I don’t know how to make it come back out, but I do. Maybe I should join a book discussion group, with “old” ( to me) people. I always liked doing that stuff in high school, so I don’t see why not in college. We’ll just have to see.

Sunday (3/13/04):

That’s about right now. My tentative plans are to go to church and praise God for everything He’s given us. Go running with my beautiful mommy. Get all the pictures from my computer developed. Go to Katy Budget Books and search the poetry section, using my book credit. Buy a new mouse for my laptop. Go to James Avery to exchange my ring for a charm. Do some bloody calculus hw. Go over to Brandon’s house and visit with his family (i.e. “Mom,” “Dad,” Rachel, Hannah, Jordan, Garrett). Call Osama up to see if we’re going to do anything this week, like a movie or something. Visit Kari, my lover. AHHHHHH…too many things that I would like to do, and SOOO little time. Definteily there has to be more. Oh well. It’s all in the immediate future

Monday (3/15/04):

Drive to Austin to see Johathan, Elizabeth, and Dale. :) Play with them for a couple of hours. Leave to go find Michelle, wherever I’m meeting that super kid. Go to the best concert alive!!!!!!!! :) :) :) Have fun at 6th street..heehehehehe…or whatever. Enjoy life to the fullest. (no problem there) Sleep with Michelle. j/k (probably at her house…not WITH her).

Tuesday(3/16/04):

Wake up for enough time to meet Jennifer, Elizabeth, and Jonathan for lunch. Eat lunch with them. Say goodbye. Drive home. Get home around 4-5 pm. Relax. Go running. See what everyone is doing, and then go out and have some fun!

Wednesday (3/17/04):

Call Sarah up to do something with that kid. Do stuff with her. See what Jason might be doing. Do stuff with him. Go to the mall.

Thursday: (3/18/04):

Friday(3/20/04):

Wake up at 8 a.m. Go to the dentist by 9 a.m. Get a wisdom tooth extraction. Cry.:(

Saturday (3/21/04):

Start to pack stuff up, depending on how I feel. Leave for College Station at around 4 p.m

Sunday (3/22/04):

Reflect on the awesome week that you just had. Start the viscious cycle which I like to refer as school. MATLAB, INVENTOR, etc, etc etc…HOMEWORK ROCKS MY WORLD! Go to sleep around 3 a.m.

“good nite moon.”

Posted by Courtney at March 14, 2004 04:01 AM