Sunday, December 19, 2010


Throughout my 19 years of life, I have ridden in, on, and atop of a lot of different forms of transportation.  Out of all of them, my top three most uncomfortable are rated as thus: 1) Moving to college, 2) Getting lost in Boston with 6 people in a 3 person pickup truck, and 3) going to prom with 6 people (5 in dresses) in a very small car.  Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but whenever I need to move half of my possessions to a new location in one car with three people, I get a little nervous.  Will it all fit?  Will I fit?  Will I be able to move once I do fit?  Well, all three of those questions were answered today (yesterday now, I suppose). 

As you can tell, I made the long trek home today after my first semester at Delaware Valley College, my third semester of college overall.  And as many of you know, I will be going to New Zealand next semester as part of a study abroad program.  So basically I had to pack up and move.  Of course, every time we move all of my stuff I seem to forget quite how much space it takes up.  On the way down to school I could barely move it was so tightly packed.  Luckily, for this trip, my dad thought ahead and brought the car top thingy so we could put stuff up there.  And five or so hours later, I was home.  I have to say it's nice to be home.  I can see my cats, sleep in my own bed, and the best of all?  I don't have to hear all the guys stomping their way upstairs 24/7.  If there's one thing I really can't stand while I'm trying to sleep, it's people with lead feet. 

Oh, and the answers to those original three questions?  Yes it all fit, yes I fit, and yes I could move (a little).

Sunday, December 12, 2010


So, how many of you have done a really ridiculous workout, or maybe a really long day of yard work?  How many of you had trouble walking around the next day?  Welcome to my day.  Don't think I'm complaining, well ok, I guess I am, but I knew it was coming.  I just got back from my first camp of drum corps for the 2011 season.  IT WAS AWESOME!!  Besides the ridiculous muscle pain, I'm doing just fine.  No flags to the head, didn't jam any fingers or anything like that.  Just worked my butt off.  I'm so absolutely excited for this season.  I'm not sure where the staff is going to take the show, but from the tidbits I'm hearing, it's going to be amazing.  Painful, most probably, but absolutely amazing. 

The two main reasons, I believe, I'm in so much pain are, 1) Pliés, and 2) Our sick nasty opening dance.  The pliés account for my legs, and the dance accounts for the neck and back.

Now, you should all realize by now that the muscles in your back are extremely important.  Hurt one of them (or overwork it, say by whipping your upper body back and forth with your head locked into place) and you're basically screwed.  Well, let me just say I can hear the muscles from where my neck connects to my head all the way down to my lower back.  And you know what they're saying?  "Why would you do this to us?!"  Well muscles, here's my answer.  I do it out of love.  I do it out of love to my corps and love of the activity itself, and of course, out of love of the people.  This activity has changed my life, so of course I'm going to put my all into everything I do there.  Even when that means I won't be walking or turning my head comfortably for a few days. 

To continue the story of my day, on the trip back to school, we took some of the sketchiest back roads in the state of Pennsylvania.  On a dark, rainy, foggy night.  Horror movie much?  Yeah, that's what I was thinking.  Luckily we made it back to civilization safely.  Once in civilization however...  The first thing I did after arriving back at school, waddling over to my building and getting inside was put my bag down to get out my keys.  I unlocked the door, opened it, and pulled it right into my face.  Result?  An awesome lump in the middle of my forehead.  Way to go self, way to go.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Untold Stories of the ER and Bus Rides

Ok, so, many of you may not realize, but I have very vivid dreams almost every night.  Now, usually this isn't a bad thing.  The only time it gets annoying is when these dreams are emotional.  I typically wake up from emotional dreams more tired than when I went to sleep.  Take last night for example.  Half of my dream was spent running around (which in and of itself is weird since I usually can't run in dreams) away from the police (I can't remember exactly why).  And the second half was spent riding around on the tour bus with 7th and then comforting the colorguard member who was hit by said bus and had her legs cut off.  I mean, come on.  Where in the world did that come from?

Another example, About a month ago I had two completely different dreams, about a week apart, where I was in the car with my dad and both times we crashed.  I woke up from those dreams absolutely distraught.  I really had no idea where those dreams came from.  Still don't as a matter of fact.  According to my dream book it means that I feel that the person who crashed the car is somehow making decisions for me, or something.  Usually that book is pretty good, but this?  I don't think so.  They were completely random, and very exhausting for me throughout the day.

My dreams usually don't have anything to do with anyone but myself, but they still make me worry.  Now, looking back on my dream last night, I realized the severed leg portion was probably cause by my watching three episodes of "Untold Stories of the ER" before I went to bed, actually falling asleep to them.  But the police portion?  And the PSU portion?  No clue.

Now, my questions to you.  Do you have strange dreams?  If so, how often?  Do you keep them to yourself, or tell everyone?  (I generally have a policy to tell someone if they were in my dream, even if they didn't do anything.)  Are your dreams influenced by things that happen before you go to bed?