How exciting. Thank you, Lauren, for you comment. Makes me feel like it's worth it to write. Ha ha And since last night's post was virtually dedicated to Sarah, let me dedicate this one to my dear Lauren...
SHE'S COMING TO VISIT!!!!!!! So it's like a million weeks away (or 7... but still) but I'm so excited that I can't even stand it.
Moving on........
Today I had training all day for my job on campus. I'm tutoring 1st graders in math and I can assure you that I'll either love it to death or absolutely hate it. I'm not leaving much room for in-between liking in there, I know, but it's me and I tend to not be a middle of the road person.
I had my 2nd class today. My professor is dreamy in that "wow, you're a professor and you happen to be wearing a nice tie" sort of way but he's also rather odd. And seeing that his wife also teaches in my department, it pretty much kills the "dreamy professor-ness." Besides, I don't really dig professors in that way. I'm just sayin...
It's still hot here. Hotter than yesterday even. I moved my car about 50 times today because I'm too cheap to buy a parking permit when really, I won't be on campus all that much anyway, and every time I had to walk about 100 miles to get back to campus. Or 3 blocks. But when it's 90-some degrees outside and you're wearing long pants in an effort to look professional for work, it gets rather steamy out. And let me tell you that damp little sweat spots on your back and wet circles under your armpits just about negate the long pants, professionalism notion. Not that an adorable girl like me would ever have damp sweat spots on her back... And I must remind you all that, unlike Augsburg, Vanderbilt's campus is very large. My college has a rather small space compared to the entire campus and it's still bigger than Auggie. Makes for a lot of walking, plenty of blisters, and even more sweat.
My least favorite thing about Nashville is the sweating apparently.
And that is all for this evening, my 2 friends. I was bored so I thought I'd get in the habit of writing... xoxo
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Sorry This Took So Long...
It's been brought to my attention that exactly one person cares whether or not I write in this thing. But Sarah, since you are that one person and I adore you, I thought it was about time to get started. Life's been so busy that I simply haven't thought about it. I trust that my blog won't be as exciting or entertaining as yours, but since I've never been as exciting or entertaining as you are, that doesn't come as much of a surprise.
I am sitting on the corner of 21st Ave S and Pierce Ave in Nashville waiting for the bus. I find it some how both sad and hilarious that Peabody College of Vanderbilt University is situated on 21st Ave S - makes me feel like I haven't come all that far. Which of course, I have. People in Nashville wear blue suede, fringed vests, truly believe that Country music can change the world, and don't find anything wrong with the fact that there is still a statue up next to the major highway coming into Nashville of the man who founded the KKK. This place is a whole world away from both Green Bay and the Cities.
Anyway, my friends here think I'm crazy that I'd rather wait for the bus than drive to campus. But a) I'm saving the earth and haven't driven my car in 2 days... and then I was carpooling so it was ok, b) I can't afford to fill up my gas tank, and c) riding the bus is free for Vandy grad students. It sounds all very win-win to me. I've always loved riding the bus. Makes me feel very urban. Or poor. One of the two.
The weather is hot. Not like "oo, I need a fan" hot. More like "the air outside feels like I stuck my head into a very humid oven and my legs constantly feel like really doughy, not thoroughly cooked, homemade bread... because the fat is continuously sticking to everything... jeans, chairs, other legs" hot. If that makes any sense. I'm trying to conserve money and not really run the air conditioning but because my apartment is virtually as hot as the air outside, I have yet to unpack the majority of my belongings. Every time I try, I sweat. And I am not a girl that likes to sweat.
Gosh, I am boring. I have just written on and on about riding the bus and sweating... Boring, boring, boring.
My first night out with my new friends here I met a British soccer player who found me very cute. That's not boring. Or it wouldn't be if I had decided to actually call him to go out last weekend. But I didn't because I'm broke. And because I just didn't care. The girls here have dubbed him Doogie Howser - which, if I must be honest, is a very apt nickname for him. He was cute in that "I have an accent sort of way" but only mildly cute on top of that. But take in to consideration that I have a thing for mildly cute, soccer players, who are usually very arrogant. Through an accent on them and you'll understand why I sat at the bar and chatted with him for almost 2 hours.
And that is my life in a nut shell. Boring... Work, Class, Unpacking, Watching TV, Checking my email... Boring
There Sarah - Now you have something to read!
I am sitting on the corner of 21st Ave S and Pierce Ave in Nashville waiting for the bus. I find it some how both sad and hilarious that Peabody College of Vanderbilt University is situated on 21st Ave S - makes me feel like I haven't come all that far. Which of course, I have. People in Nashville wear blue suede, fringed vests, truly believe that Country music can change the world, and don't find anything wrong with the fact that there is still a statue up next to the major highway coming into Nashville of the man who founded the KKK. This place is a whole world away from both Green Bay and the Cities.
Anyway, my friends here think I'm crazy that I'd rather wait for the bus than drive to campus. But a) I'm saving the earth and haven't driven my car in 2 days... and then I was carpooling so it was ok, b) I can't afford to fill up my gas tank, and c) riding the bus is free for Vandy grad students. It sounds all very win-win to me. I've always loved riding the bus. Makes me feel very urban. Or poor. One of the two.
The weather is hot. Not like "oo, I need a fan" hot. More like "the air outside feels like I stuck my head into a very humid oven and my legs constantly feel like really doughy, not thoroughly cooked, homemade bread... because the fat is continuously sticking to everything... jeans, chairs, other legs" hot. If that makes any sense. I'm trying to conserve money and not really run the air conditioning but because my apartment is virtually as hot as the air outside, I have yet to unpack the majority of my belongings. Every time I try, I sweat. And I am not a girl that likes to sweat.
Gosh, I am boring. I have just written on and on about riding the bus and sweating... Boring, boring, boring.
My first night out with my new friends here I met a British soccer player who found me very cute. That's not boring. Or it wouldn't be if I had decided to actually call him to go out last weekend. But I didn't because I'm broke. And because I just didn't care. The girls here have dubbed him Doogie Howser - which, if I must be honest, is a very apt nickname for him. He was cute in that "I have an accent sort of way" but only mildly cute on top of that. But take in to consideration that I have a thing for mildly cute, soccer players, who are usually very arrogant. Through an accent on them and you'll understand why I sat at the bar and chatted with him for almost 2 hours.
And that is my life in a nut shell. Boring... Work, Class, Unpacking, Watching TV, Checking my email... Boring
There Sarah - Now you have something to read!
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