weekend moods
Mar. 30th, 2003 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terrypurple73I knew my weekend was going to be busy and a little crazy, but I hadn’t really anticipated this much excitement.
Today my parents came and visited for a few hours. It was really good to see them, to have them come down here to visit and see what happens in my corner of the world. My dad hadn’t been to Omaha since freshman year, and now he’s seen the community, etc. I brought them to the CCSJ so they could see where I hang out nearly every day, and that was fun. They wanted a picture of me in the office, so I pinned on my “T-Dawg” nametag and posed. He also wanted a picture of the two of us in front of the church and fountain, so I got comment about how I felt like a freshman… :) We had a good time. Went out for lunch and ice cream, and drove around West O by our old house, etc. Mostly, we just hung out and chatted a lot, and it was nice. They got to meet the whole crowd around here, and I smiled a lot. AND I didn’t cry when they left- go me! :) That’s an accomplishment for me.
Yesterday was insane, in a good way. I was at school by 8 am (after staying up until 1:30 washing KP’s hair for her) for the APO sectionals conference. All these APOers from Nebraska came to Creighton, as well as from Oklahoma and Colorado. We did a service project all morning, workshops in the afternoon, and then a banquet and dance in the evening. Service was fun, we collected donations for a shelter and I had a good time. I only went to one workshop, which is surprising for me, since I am, um, a workshop nerd and conference dork. But my group was running late picking up the service donations, so we missed some of the workshop time. I made it to one in the third session, but it wasn’t that great at all, but oh well. Then a few of us came back over to my house (for the only hour I was home all day between 7:45 am and 12:30 pm) to get ready for the dinner and dance. I got almost ready, dressed all cute, and then I joined KP in the bathroom to finish. I asked Rosie if she would just do a little something with my hair, put some of it back or something. Oh gosh. She and KP went all out. The next thing I knew, my hair was back in this fancy do, and KP was putting makeup on me. I was a little nervous- you all know how I get when people try to make me look all dolled up. Makeup is not a usual addition for me. But they did a really nice job, and, um, I looked awesome. (Are you seeing me grin?) I even somehow still looked good when I got home afterwards; Jeffrey kept commenting on it. But I looked really good, and I felt all beautiful, and it put me in a great mood for the banquet and dance. Dinner was fun, and the dance was a blast. Usually it takes me a while to feel comfortable dancing in front of other people, but last night I went right into it. We were dancing up a storm from the minute the music started. Dancing away, with APO feather boas and all. Everyone looked good, everyone was in good moods, and we were ready to get out all sorts of energy. I haven’t had that much fun at a dance in a long time. Even when the music was bad, it was fun, because of the awesome crowd I was with. No one made me feel stupid or awkward or dorky. I didn’t even care much at all that the Lincoln boys we hung out with in New Orleans didn’t stay for the dance, or that Taylor (my “conference boyfriend”) was on RA duty and could only sneak away for about a half hour. I danced the night away with Jen, the Katies, Jill, Rachel, Julia, James, the whole crowd. I was amazed at James. He and Jen have been dating for a couple weeks or so, but she didn’t want to dance with him entirely last night. So I snagged him for a few songs, and wow. I don’t dance a whole lot usually, and especially not with a partner, so I don’t have much to compare this to. But I have never been led on the dance floor like that boy led me last night. He can dance. Every time he would twirl me around, his hand would be there at just the right time to grab me back. He even managed to get me moving and twirling during the slow song. I got more of a workout in two songs dancing with James than I did the entire hour before. (Also, he told me I had a sense of rhythm, but I think he was bluffing a bit on that! :)) So I had a blast. I came home afterwards and talked with Rosie and Jeff, and I was just bubbling. I had a great time, and I looked great, and it was so much fun, and on and on.
I think the mood from last night made me even happier today when my parents and I hung out, made it easier to say goodbye this afternoon. I usually shed tears after my family leaves, or after I leave to come back to school. (Though it has gotten better this year, I’d have to say.) But I didn’t cry today, and I was impressed with that.
Friday was an interesting day, though not in the same way at all that yesterday was. At lunch, this guy I am getting to know through theology class and the CCSJ, Greg, came and found me while I was eating with Mana. I’ve seen him at some of the war protests and peace vigils lately, and he’s a pretty cool guy. So Friday at lunch, around noonish, he comes up and tells me that at 2:00 that afternoon there is going to be a thrown-together, unauthorized war protest outside of St. John’s. Wow. I didn’t really know what to think. I wasn’t concerned about the unauthorized part, but I just didn’t know what to expect. Greg said that this wasn’t going to be a bow-you-head-and-clasp-your-hands-type of protest; this was going to be a time to make a racket and be heard. Greg said that he was bringing some drums, and Pat was bringing the pots and wooden spoons. The only problem I saw with my attendance at this little rally? Oh, the stats lab I have from 1:30 to 4:30 every Friday afternoon. Greg clearly didn’t see this as a problem at all. Motioning with one hand, he said, “People are being bombed.” Then he motioned with the other hand, saying, “I have class.” He waved the first hand again, saying, “Babies and children are dying,” and for the other hand, “I have class.” After about four sets of these hand arguments, I was pretty convinced. But I still wasn’t sure what to do. Greg talked about how this is what being radical meant- it isn’t about protesting when it is convenient for you. He said he’d skipped his classes all day to spread the word about this and whatnot. By the time we were done talking, I did what I had to do- I went to my 12:30 history class. But first, I went and hunted down the person who I knew would understand the best about this- Colin. I found him in the stats lab, catching up with things, and told him what was going on. I really wanted to go to this rally, but stats lab isn’t something I felt comfortable missing much of. I wanted to be radical, to do this, to not sit in the lab and listen to the noise coming from in front of the church. How can I be radically opposed to this war, while sitting in front of a computer doing a Tukey post hoc test on my variable regression? (By the way, if you thought that sounded smart, I don’t really know what it means.) But Colin understood, like I knew he would. So we went and talked to Mr. Ault, who told us to come to the beginning of lab, and then we could go, knowing we’d have to make up what we missed. And I’m glad I was there. Once things picked up, it felt good to be out there making noise about it. We weren’t really something people could ignore. There were only about six or seven of us, but we were beating drums, banging pots and pans, and walking around the fountain and in front of the church for about two hours. I was glad to be there, I really was. It was hard sometimes, like when our utensils kept breaking, or when people we knew would walk by and ignore us, but it somehow felt good, too. Two freshmen joined us, girls I didn’t know before, and that was awesome. But I think the hardest part was seeing the people who were so apathetic. I know there are people who don’t have an opinion strongly in favor or opposing the war, and lots of times that’s because they aren’t informed. But when people are actively apathetic, when they are actively not thinking about it, that’s hard for me to react to. People are being killed by our government, and there are all sorts of people on Creighton’s campus who are purposely not thinking about it. I don’t know what to do with that.
I went to a meeting after the pot and pan and drum banging, and then back to community for an FAC. One of the girls who had been out there with me came over, so that was cool. But I got peopled out after a while, so I went back to my house to hang out with myself. After a bit, I decided I was tired of being home, so I went up to campus and did homework in the CCSJ for a while. I saw some APO people (early registration/check-in for Saturday’s conference), but mostly (god forbid) I did homework on a Friday night. I knew I was going to be super busy Saturday and Sunday, so I went ahead and did my philosophy and a bit of theology. Good job, T! I was just feeling pretty anti-social, though, not really wanting to hang out with the big group. Apparently that all got better by the time I woke up Saturday morning, though, ready to go for APO excitement all day long.
It’s just really been a very strange weekend. A lot of strange moods. Friday’s anti-social mood was out of place, since I’d been in a great, upbeat mood all week long. I’d just had a very good week, and I was feeling on top of things. Friday was different, apparently. But I’m doing fine now, as the weekend is ending. Hooray, hooray.
Today my parents came and visited for a few hours. It was really good to see them, to have them come down here to visit and see what happens in my corner of the world. My dad hadn’t been to Omaha since freshman year, and now he’s seen the community, etc. I brought them to the CCSJ so they could see where I hang out nearly every day, and that was fun. They wanted a picture of me in the office, so I pinned on my “T-Dawg” nametag and posed. He also wanted a picture of the two of us in front of the church and fountain, so I got comment about how I felt like a freshman… :) We had a good time. Went out for lunch and ice cream, and drove around West O by our old house, etc. Mostly, we just hung out and chatted a lot, and it was nice. They got to meet the whole crowd around here, and I smiled a lot. AND I didn’t cry when they left- go me! :) That’s an accomplishment for me.
Yesterday was insane, in a good way. I was at school by 8 am (after staying up until 1:30 washing KP’s hair for her) for the APO sectionals conference. All these APOers from Nebraska came to Creighton, as well as from Oklahoma and Colorado. We did a service project all morning, workshops in the afternoon, and then a banquet and dance in the evening. Service was fun, we collected donations for a shelter and I had a good time. I only went to one workshop, which is surprising for me, since I am, um, a workshop nerd and conference dork. But my group was running late picking up the service donations, so we missed some of the workshop time. I made it to one in the third session, but it wasn’t that great at all, but oh well. Then a few of us came back over to my house (for the only hour I was home all day between 7:45 am and 12:30 pm) to get ready for the dinner and dance. I got almost ready, dressed all cute, and then I joined KP in the bathroom to finish. I asked Rosie if she would just do a little something with my hair, put some of it back or something. Oh gosh. She and KP went all out. The next thing I knew, my hair was back in this fancy do, and KP was putting makeup on me. I was a little nervous- you all know how I get when people try to make me look all dolled up. Makeup is not a usual addition for me. But they did a really nice job, and, um, I looked awesome. (Are you seeing me grin?) I even somehow still looked good when I got home afterwards; Jeffrey kept commenting on it. But I looked really good, and I felt all beautiful, and it put me in a great mood for the banquet and dance. Dinner was fun, and the dance was a blast. Usually it takes me a while to feel comfortable dancing in front of other people, but last night I went right into it. We were dancing up a storm from the minute the music started. Dancing away, with APO feather boas and all. Everyone looked good, everyone was in good moods, and we were ready to get out all sorts of energy. I haven’t had that much fun at a dance in a long time. Even when the music was bad, it was fun, because of the awesome crowd I was with. No one made me feel stupid or awkward or dorky. I didn’t even care much at all that the Lincoln boys we hung out with in New Orleans didn’t stay for the dance, or that Taylor (my “conference boyfriend”) was on RA duty and could only sneak away for about a half hour. I danced the night away with Jen, the Katies, Jill, Rachel, Julia, James, the whole crowd. I was amazed at James. He and Jen have been dating for a couple weeks or so, but she didn’t want to dance with him entirely last night. So I snagged him for a few songs, and wow. I don’t dance a whole lot usually, and especially not with a partner, so I don’t have much to compare this to. But I have never been led on the dance floor like that boy led me last night. He can dance. Every time he would twirl me around, his hand would be there at just the right time to grab me back. He even managed to get me moving and twirling during the slow song. I got more of a workout in two songs dancing with James than I did the entire hour before. (Also, he told me I had a sense of rhythm, but I think he was bluffing a bit on that! :)) So I had a blast. I came home afterwards and talked with Rosie and Jeff, and I was just bubbling. I had a great time, and I looked great, and it was so much fun, and on and on.
I think the mood from last night made me even happier today when my parents and I hung out, made it easier to say goodbye this afternoon. I usually shed tears after my family leaves, or after I leave to come back to school. (Though it has gotten better this year, I’d have to say.) But I didn’t cry today, and I was impressed with that.
Friday was an interesting day, though not in the same way at all that yesterday was. At lunch, this guy I am getting to know through theology class and the CCSJ, Greg, came and found me while I was eating with Mana. I’ve seen him at some of the war protests and peace vigils lately, and he’s a pretty cool guy. So Friday at lunch, around noonish, he comes up and tells me that at 2:00 that afternoon there is going to be a thrown-together, unauthorized war protest outside of St. John’s. Wow. I didn’t really know what to think. I wasn’t concerned about the unauthorized part, but I just didn’t know what to expect. Greg said that this wasn’t going to be a bow-you-head-and-clasp-your-hands-type of protest; this was going to be a time to make a racket and be heard. Greg said that he was bringing some drums, and Pat was bringing the pots and wooden spoons. The only problem I saw with my attendance at this little rally? Oh, the stats lab I have from 1:30 to 4:30 every Friday afternoon. Greg clearly didn’t see this as a problem at all. Motioning with one hand, he said, “People are being bombed.” Then he motioned with the other hand, saying, “I have class.” He waved the first hand again, saying, “Babies and children are dying,” and for the other hand, “I have class.” After about four sets of these hand arguments, I was pretty convinced. But I still wasn’t sure what to do. Greg talked about how this is what being radical meant- it isn’t about protesting when it is convenient for you. He said he’d skipped his classes all day to spread the word about this and whatnot. By the time we were done talking, I did what I had to do- I went to my 12:30 history class. But first, I went and hunted down the person who I knew would understand the best about this- Colin. I found him in the stats lab, catching up with things, and told him what was going on. I really wanted to go to this rally, but stats lab isn’t something I felt comfortable missing much of. I wanted to be radical, to do this, to not sit in the lab and listen to the noise coming from in front of the church. How can I be radically opposed to this war, while sitting in front of a computer doing a Tukey post hoc test on my variable regression? (By the way, if you thought that sounded smart, I don’t really know what it means.) But Colin understood, like I knew he would. So we went and talked to Mr. Ault, who told us to come to the beginning of lab, and then we could go, knowing we’d have to make up what we missed. And I’m glad I was there. Once things picked up, it felt good to be out there making noise about it. We weren’t really something people could ignore. There were only about six or seven of us, but we were beating drums, banging pots and pans, and walking around the fountain and in front of the church for about two hours. I was glad to be there, I really was. It was hard sometimes, like when our utensils kept breaking, or when people we knew would walk by and ignore us, but it somehow felt good, too. Two freshmen joined us, girls I didn’t know before, and that was awesome. But I think the hardest part was seeing the people who were so apathetic. I know there are people who don’t have an opinion strongly in favor or opposing the war, and lots of times that’s because they aren’t informed. But when people are actively apathetic, when they are actively not thinking about it, that’s hard for me to react to. People are being killed by our government, and there are all sorts of people on Creighton’s campus who are purposely not thinking about it. I don’t know what to do with that.
I went to a meeting after the pot and pan and drum banging, and then back to community for an FAC. One of the girls who had been out there with me came over, so that was cool. But I got peopled out after a while, so I went back to my house to hang out with myself. After a bit, I decided I was tired of being home, so I went up to campus and did homework in the CCSJ for a while. I saw some APO people (early registration/check-in for Saturday’s conference), but mostly (god forbid) I did homework on a Friday night. I knew I was going to be super busy Saturday and Sunday, so I went ahead and did my philosophy and a bit of theology. Good job, T! I was just feeling pretty anti-social, though, not really wanting to hang out with the big group. Apparently that all got better by the time I woke up Saturday morning, though, ready to go for APO excitement all day long.
It’s just really been a very strange weekend. A lot of strange moods. Friday’s anti-social mood was out of place, since I’d been in a great, upbeat mood all week long. I’d just had a very good week, and I was feeling on top of things. Friday was different, apparently. But I’m doing fine now, as the weekend is ending. Hooray, hooray.
