In today's news, I got a tattoo..it's on my left shoulder blade. I absolutely love it. There's something to be said about designing your own artwork and then putting it somewhere permanent. I must warn you non-inked citizens, though. Tattooing is extremely addictive. This is my first one and I am already yearning to have another one done. All in good time, all in good time. If you ever decide to have it done, go to Garrett. He's the best.
New Year's was interesting. We were able to move into the apartment New Year's Eve. Since I didn't get off work until 5, we were only able to move the two couches, the tv, and the microwave moved. That, though, was plenty to have a New Year's party.
With the tv perched on top of the microwave's box (a tarp covering it to make it look a bit less ghetto) and the couches set in weird angles across the living room, we were all set.
Some friends and I went to get pizza and then watched some movies. We ended up falling asleep before midnight, sprawled all over the living room. So much for late nights in the new place, eh?
PS I'm pretty sure I met my future husband tonight. It's a weird feeling I have, so we'll see how that goes...
It's been a while. The craziness of moving has, unfortunately, not allowed much time for blogging. But, yes, I'm moving! Moving into my first apartment. Moving in with my first roommate. Moving away from the family (it's really only five minutes away, though, so it's not THAT far away.) I'm excited. It seems like we've been building up to this for months!
Marce is the new roommate. We've been talking about moving in together for what seems like years now, and we're finally going for it! We spent the last several weeks apartment hunting. Now, we just need to move in and decorate!
But first, I gotta' run. Got to get more moving boxes.
Oh, the fun.
This has got to be the best joke I've ever heard.
A blonde calls her boyfriend and says, "Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get it started."
Her boyfriend asks, "What is it supposed to be when it's finished?"
The blonde says, "According to the picture on the box, it's a tiger."
Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and
shows him the puzzle spread over the table.
He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and
says, "First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to
assemble these pieces into anything resembling a tiger."
He takes her hand and says, "Second, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice
cup of tea, and then....." he sighed, "let's put all these Frosted
Flakes back in the box."
On a side note, it snowed the other day. It was beautiful! I don't usually like the snow all that much, but this time..it was a good thing.
Thanksgiving was a beautiful event. Hung out with the family and all that good stuff. We watched White Christmas..which, if you haven't seen it, is the BEST Christmas movie EVER! And it's a musical, for all of you freaks like me who just can't get enough of them.
Then we decorated the Christmas tree and made the turkey and all that jazz.
It's been a really rough week..but tonite was jazz night, and you guys (well most of you) know how much I look forward to that every Thursday..There is just something about jazz. It never really finishes. There's no real pattern in real jazz. It just moves how it feels like moving, and you might think you know what it's going to do next, but it may do something completely different. Kind of like God in a way. Jazz is the God-music, and for some reason, even though we go to jazz night, which is in a bar, it's my devotion time every Thursday. It's relaxing and helps me to refocus.
Plus, the band is amazing. We have nicknames for each of them (I tend to give people nicknames once I get to see/know them frequently.)
Ian and I went tonite as in every single other week, so I think I'll "introduce you to the guys" who play..they are known as..The Collective.
This is Ace, the ultimate 80's Ladies Man..he looks like Bill Nye but with bigger hair. He's our heeeero. He plays bass..so naturally, we call him Ace of Bass. (His real name is Hans, by the way) One time I swear he was playing so fast that there was literally smoke flying up around his fingers. Occasionally, when he "bows" it, he'll spin the bow around and stick it back in its case like a swordsman would put his sword in his sheath. It's amazing, really.
There's also "Trumpet Man." He tends to drink a lot each week. It's amusing, because we can usually tell how many beers he has had based on how he plays. When he hasn't had any, he is very cautious with his trumpet playing. He plays a moderate tempo and rarely solos. When he's had between 3-6, he loosens up a bit. His tempo speeds up quite a bit and he lets out some daring sounds. (Usually in a good way.) Once he's topped the 6+ mark, however, he goes back downhill. He plays a bit too quickly for the rest of the band to keep up, and he wobbles on the stage. We are always afraid he's going to get too close to the edge and fall off. This is why we never sit at the tables right up next to the stage. I can't afford to be paralyzed by a drunk man with a trumpet.
The drummer is affectionately referred to as "The Animal." He is comparable to the character "Animal" from the muppets. He's craaaazy on the drums, but in a fun way. He sets the tone for the rest of the band, and he does it well. He can get away with doing percussive things no other jazz drummer would think of. A few weeks back, he actually ended one of his songs with a power drill ballad...Yes. A power drill. Apparently he found it backstage and though it'd be fun to "play" it. We had a lot of fun. We originally called him "The Animal," but the name has now evolved a bit. The night of the drill incident, Ian and I had watched The Animal, with Rob Schneider. (They both have the "animal" nickname.) We noticed a resemblence between the two once he got that drill out, and so, ever since then, he's been "Rob the Schneid Schneider."
Last, but certainly not least, is the piano player. David Ake. We don't have a nickname for him, because he doesn't need one. He's just "David Ake" and he's amazing. The amazing David Ake. Unfortunately, his amazingness wouldn't show up on film. Like a vampire. An amazing, piano-playing vampire.
Well, I got some..interesting news today. My other best friend seems to be moving..so this is both of them now. I'm really going to miss him a lot..
It doesn't help that the church situation is not going well. I don't want to badmouth the church, so I'm not going to post the specifics, but please keep them in prayer. Satan is attacking and the church isn't ready to fight back. Other than that, I'm not really sure what to do about it.
On a good note, though, we won the football game against SMU so we are 3-0 so far..which is the best our team has done in probably nearly 50 years. It was one of those end-of-a-football movie games, where you knew the "good guys" were going to win, but it came down to the last play during the last minute. It was amazing, though I'm sure I'll need several painkillers to make the college-kids-screaming headache go away. (Just kidding.)
We, unfortunately, got our pictures taken (by someone with no camera skills) with the big Ronald. He was completely hitting on us and wouldn't leave us alone until we got our pictures taken with him. I'm going home and watching COPS; I'm sure he'll be the next guy they nab. I can just see it now: "Drunk Ronald McDonald sentenced to five years in prison with 2 counts of kidnapping, 1 count of DUI, and 3 counts of fashion crime." Geez.
On a lighter note, we found a random couch on the grass by the parking lot. It looked quite comfy. I was extremely tempted to take a nap on it, since nobody was claiming it at the time, but Amanda didn't want us to get caught. Alas, the couch was gone when we left the game. I may never know that kindred spirit who thought to bring a couch to the football game.
