Swing City

Tonight was country swing dancing night. It was fun. I danced with many girls. I’m getting better at doing a move called “Table Top” and also just getting a bit faster. Some girls are pretty fun to dance with since they’ve been there every time I have and we know each other’s styles decently well (Tracy and Rachel, por ejemplo). When that happens, it’s fun to go really fast. Sometimes though, fingers slip away or you accidentally run into somebody else (whoops!). On the way back home, we dropped Frank off at his fraternity. Jake let Tracy and I out to go see Phil in his dorm. Turned out Phil was sleeping, so we just walked back to Pound while talking on the way. Tomorrow, Tracy is going to cut my hair. Cost Cutters = $15. Tracy’s Hair Salon = $0. I’m saving (fifteen minus zero….. oh!) fifteen dollars.

One test this week, some other homework and quizzes. I’ve got a lot to read to be ready for the test. This is the second test in World History and I need to do better on this then the last one to try to boost my grade from a C up to at least a B. This week and next will be crucial in determining the outcome of my grades for the semester. Time to git in gear.

(If I ever finish this roll of film and get it developed, I’ll have some pictures of The Missouri Road Trip and… whatever else I’ve taken pictures of so far this semester.)

I Feel So Alive

I feel so alive. We got back from Springfield about an hour ago. It was a fun weekend and definitely worth it. I’m beginning to enjoy road tripping very much, although it does damage the checking account fundage. (Note: I still haven’t gotten any donations to my PayPal account… *sigh* [Also note: not really expecting it either…])

Cora, Keith, and I left Lincoln about 6PM on Friday. We made it to Springfield about midnight and went bowling. One of Cora’s cousins, Nate, lives in Springfield and his roommates were out of town this weekend, so the housing situation was pretty good.

Saturday we had lunch at Taco Bell. After bringing Nate home from his work (his car was busted), we went to Bass Pro Sports. That place was HUGE! I haven’t been to Cabela’s yet here in Nebraska so I can’t compare them, but this place was bigger then the mall in my hometown (population 80k). We went down to Branson, Missouri next. There were a couple different places we wanted to check out, but they were closed getting ready for their Christmas shows since it’s almost November. Mini-golfing was a great alternative. We drove back towards Springfield a bit later and ate dinner on the way at a little diner in Ozark. Yum! $7 for chicken strips, real mashed potatos, and corn. Finished watching Meet The Parents (from earlier in the day), had some frozen custard at Andy’s (my first time trying it. good stuff). Went around Springfield a bit seeing a skating rink, some dorms, and a bit of other stuff downtown. Watched True Lies before bed.

Sunday morning, merely woke up, had breakfast, and started driving.

It was pretty cool getting to talk to Cora and Keith a lot and getting to know them both better. I didn’t know Keith very well before the trip other then seeing him at dinner and around the dorm room. Now we know each other a bit better. Cora and I hang out a lot as it is, but it was also cool getting to learn a few new things about her and also just her being there.

So yeah. That’ll be the last random road trip I take for a while. If you know of any job opportunities, please email me. Latez!

Not Random Enough

It’s just not random enough if you put in three of four hours of thought in advance. Currently, I’m not even sure of this randomness will unfold. I hope so, but this time due to necessity I’m involving a few other people who are still making their decisions. sigh

Update: Yeah, so it worked out finally. Cora, Keith, and I are heading down to Springfield, Missouri for the weekend. It should be fun just hanging out and doing… whatever there is to do in Springfield. I don’t think I’ve ever been there before, so I’ll let you know what goes down when I get back.


Another hazy, cloud filled, cold day. I went to all my classes today. In East Asian Civ, I was trying to write to figure out some of my thoughts. My poetry kept coming out bitter and angry (something about licking the asphalt with my tongue… it was unpleasant). So I stopped and wrote the short autobiographical account of “Girl at the Moon.” It’s my first attempt to write any sort of real story, so let me know if you have any criticism, see any typos, or anything like that. General opinions would be cool, too. Just leave comments by clicking on the comment button. a’ight? Thanks!

An easy day tomorrow, then it’s the weekend again. I’m behind on reading for my history classes, but other then that life is relatively… ok… other than this vague sense of dissatisfaction that’s been plaguing me for the past few days.

Girl at the Moon (on Oct. 21, 2002)

The full moon rises slowly, losing its yellow hue and appears to shrink as it slowly climbs the sky on an October night. The wind blows slightly causing me to shiver. As I walk towards my car, I remove my keys from my right pocket and search for the black one. I find my car parked on the fourth floor of the parking garage a block south of thirteen-story Pound Hall. I enter the car and start the engine and heat. Linkin’ Park is turned up and slight rattling can be heard from the ancient factory-installed speakers of my blue Ford Escort. Now, I drive.

Seven minutes later, I parallel park on the block past Crescent Moon. In every college town, small and quirky coffee shops are scattered about. This particular one resides in a remodeled warehouse which is now home to the coffee-shop and a large dance room. A little bell rattles as I open the door and glance around. Amy is working behind the counter, as expected, cleaning up some of the dishes and other messes created during the 13 hours the shop has been open. To the left, the open room extends filled with some round tables, high tables, chairs, and couches. Six people are scattered about, studying or talking. Twenty feet back from the entrance, stairs rise up a few feet leading to the dance floor. I walk up to the coffee counter.

“Hey, Cal!”
“Hey, Amy.”

I apologized for not returning her phone call because I hadn’t gotten it until she was already at work.

“Oh, that’s okay. I just kept calling people on my list till I talked to someone who could come in.” Chase and Webb were sitting at two small tables at the far left of the room. “Thanks for coming in anyway, though.”

Amy was wearing her Crescent Moon logo t-shirt and apron along with some khakis. Her wavy, golden-brown hair hung down past her shoulder, and she smiled, but a hint of work-induced tiredness was present.

I let her continue working and went and sat down at the table with Chase. Greetings were exchanged and shortly Amy bought chase a drink he had ordered.

Amy remembered, “Oh, don’t let me forget the cookies I have for you guys in my car.”

Chase and Webb were studying the Bible in preparation for the groups of men they meet with weekly. After a couple minutes of sitting there, I pulled my Bible out of my backpack. I had also brought materials to study for class, but opted not to read those at the time. I turned to Galatians and began reading it distractedly and unfocused.

Amy was near the door sorting through newspapers and separating the old ones to be recycled. Something nudged me into remembrance, and I walked over to tell her.

“Did you hear that Aaron and Jamie got engaged this weekend?”

A smile widened as her face cheered to the news and small giggles left her mouth.

“No way! That’s so awesome!”

I told her the few other details I knew about it and enjoyed watching Amy’s excitement. We briefly discussed the realities of growing older and the many engagements currently occurring among friends. After a few minutes of talking, I went back to Chase�s table.

The discussion with Chase and Webb focused sporadically on God, Christianity, and college football. Webb’s bald head and developing beard were briefly discussed as well as Chase returning to Arkansas early the next morning to visit his ailing grandmother. Moments of silence also entered as occasional studying occurred. Time proceeded this way for the next two hours.

Halfway through the two hours there, the shop officially closed and the other four patrons left. By midnight, Amy had finished cleaning. The four of us walked to Amy’s car and she gave us each some cookies in Ziploc bags. Webb’s car held Chase and him. They left first to return to the house they are currently roommates in, then Amy left, and I followed her back to the large parking lot across the street from Pound Hall. She grabbed some things she had brought back from her home after Fall Break and also handed me a pile of clothes to carry inside. We walked inside together. After reaching my floor, I handed her the clothes and said “good night.” She returned the parting.

The night continued for an hour more as I wasted my eyesight on an information-age computer screen. Then I brushed my teeth, flossed, and went to sleep.