Man...last night was a ton of fun. So we had been planning the gianormous party for Saturday night...but then one of the roommates made the mistake of inviting people through facebook. It work in that a lot of people were notified, but it worked a little too well. Somehow it got to people such as the Admissions staff, and the head of Residential Life, who then notified security. So we were screwed. Solution? Have it on Friday instead!

Considering plans didn't change until after 3 yesterday, a large amount of people showed up and we didn't get busted....as far as I know, that is. The best part of all was that when I got back after walking around, the room was cleaned up! How awesome is that!

Anyway, I guess I don't have any great stories or anything...but it was a good night. And I didn't even drink too much. And Jess drunk dialed me. hahahaha...good stuff.

And now I've entered the land of "Face Booking." Yes, even the tiny school of Wartburg is on Face Book. But then begins the ethics...or maybe bylaws of face booking. I managed to get on a few lists of my old friends from back in Rockford...but they are ones I have some sort of link to...and have maintained that link over the years. Then there are the people who I probably haven't talked to since the summer after 9th grade...if that. Do I add them as friends, or not? I think I'm going to go for it.

I've got class tomorrow at.....7:45. I should go to bed. But tomorrow's Friday and I don't have band. So I'm done at 2:30....all except for a column that I have to finish by 5. But it's probably good that I have that to finish, 'cause otherwise I'd go to the liquor store way too early and get myself into trouble. Oh well.

I have some crap I'd like to get out of my mind and onto here, but I can't now. I gotta go to bed. Peace.

I am just so pissed right now. Why do I let myself get this way? Why do I let myself fall into that trap? I'm sick of it.

Today I learned in my Advanced Writing class that we were going to put everything on hold for a while and finish last year's yearbook. Apparently it was due 3 weeks ago and my prof. had a meeting with the editor (and only person on Yearbook staff) and there is actually only ONE PAGE FINISHED! Ha. Yes. Well, that's a problem, huh? So that's what I'll be working on for a while....which I really don't mind. It's kind of like back when I was working on my Coloring Book, where I would spend hours tooling around in the Journalism lab. Good times. So that was the big event for today.

Now I have to go to work in ummm 10 minutes and I'm in the process of drinking my 3rd beer since 9:05 p.m. Probably not the smartest idea ever....but sometimes I have to do what I have to do to get through my life.

The question of the day is how could I have done so little, yet stayed so busy? Yeah...that's what I'm wondering. All of my classes are in the morning, so I'm done by 1 p.m. and then my next thing is band at 3:50 and after that, if it's a Wednesday, work at 10. But that's not really true....because I don't have band on Wednesdays. On Tuesdays and thursdays I'm done by 11:30 and then I don't have anything until work at 10 p.m. How crazy is that? I mean I have so much free time to do my homework this year...even though my work load is like half of what it has been in the past. I have a ton of reading for World Lit....but it's easier than British Lit ever was, plus the prof. is 10 times easier than my Brit Lit prof. My communication arts courses (journalism stuff) are tough, but only because I've never taken courses like them in my lifetime. In both of those courses, though, I've contributed more than anyone else.....possibly because I've had a better liberal arts education through my english courses than the Com Arts people have had through their courses. And my God! We did a simple news writing exercise the other day just so the prof. could get a hold of where we all were at....and I think I was the only one who wrote it like a news story should be written...like the way it appears in a paper. You'll notice that newspaper stories don't ever follow the type of writing I do....like 5 sentence paragraphs. A lot of the paragraphs are one or two sentences. Some of the people in my class just wrote one big paragraph.....yeah, and their grammar was absolutely awful.

I've come to realize that maybe I wouldn't be a bad reporter (yes, I've come to this conclusion after only a few days of class). My problem at Westword was that I had absolutely no idea what the heck I was doing. If I would've merely read the chapter I read tonight for my Advanced News Writing course before I went to Denver, I could've done my job a billion times better. It's amazing. I just didn't have any fundementals whatsoever. I should've recognized that going into it. There's only so far natural ability can carry you. And the crazy thing is, that Adv. News Writing course is precisely what Westword is all about. We're learning about in-depth reporting....and that's what each and every one of Westword's cover stories are. Dangit. I shot myself in the foot on that one. I should've gone to Denver my senior year. Oh well. I still don't really have any interest in being a journalist...I'm only staying in these courses because I think having some diversity amongst my writing courses can only help me...even if I don't get a job in that area when I graduate.

Anywho...Oh! Crazy Crane Ian stopped by the room this weekend and I missed him! ARGH! That's happened a couple of times now. He was here Friday night when I was at Band bonding. I ran into like 3 different people on Saturday who all told me that he was looking for me. Bummer. I haven't seen him in forever. He looked a little something like this the last time I saw him.....

But then he got lazy and cut it off...and I have no idea what he looks like now. I should call him up. Maybe I will this weekend. See if he can come out here again. Bring his wife. Ha! That'd be the day.

Alright...so band bonding. The two days, but really less than 24 hours, the Wartburg College Concert Bands take to get to know each other. It was alright, I guess. In some ways better than past years, but in many ways not as good as past years. It's the kind of situation where it's only as good as you make it. And this year my class was the oldest. We should've made it better...but we just don't have that many people with stand-out personalities.

Personally, though, I think I did the best I've ever done to make the younger students know me...or at least know of me. I'm absolutely terrible with names...so that was tough at times. Especially with people I know and should know their names, but I couldn't remember. But I think a lot of the first years were able to remember my name. Why do I think this?

Well, last night at the football game, I was sitting with my roommates when these two first year girls walked by and were like "hey Corey!" Yeah....I had no idea who they were, but I assumed they were from band....but I asked to make sure...and they were. So that's good that I made an impression on at least two people. Of course, I wore my green hat the whole time at bonding...and I think I was wearing it then as well....so that's an easier way to remember me....because I'll wear it everyday to band, until it gets cold and then I'll wear my yellow MN stocking hat. Because that's what I do.

In other news...my creative thought has disappeared again. It's frustrating.

Last night was a pretty good night. I really didn't feel like going out or anything. To tell you the truth, I was pretty tired from Band Bonding (By the way, when I get some pictures of that, I'll post them so you can see a little bit of what that's all about). So I was going to be content on sitting in the room and seeing what came to me. But then I saw I only had a few beers left in the fridge (where did that case go that I bought last weekend?) so I had to go and get some more. And then some people were talking about going to the night game of Wartburg vs. Augsburg. I wasn't ready to go yet, but I said I'd go for the second half. So I just chilled alone for a while. And then talked on the phone. But with all of that out of the way, I went with two of my roommates, Derb and Shep, to the game.

Shep is a new guy to our suite, but he's fun. Anyway, he convinced me that we'd be way up at the top of the student section so, as long as I bring a coozie, I could smuggle in a beer or two. Seemed reasonable enough. So I did....or rather he did. Since he's a big guy and a can gets lost easier in his clothes than it does in my jeans. And then we watched Wartburg barely beat the Auggies when Augsburg missed a field goal as time expired....and then it was time to drink some beers.

As I was walking to someone's room, I ran into a girl that was in Denver with me...and so she and I hung out in her room for a while...and then we went to the room of my roommate out in Denver....and then we went to the stupid bar right bar campus that had a HUGE line. I hate that bar. But this girl wanted to go and I felt bad making her wait alone...so I waited until she got inside and then I left.

And that was my night. Kind of random. Pretty fun. Whatever.