Courtney’s Haven

Starting to Produce

No…don’t worry, I’m not pregnant or anything. I don’t plan to do that until later. By produce, I mean be productive. Well, that’s what I plan on leading into. Here we go! I have been so busy lately, and I haven’t been able to breathe. The classes that I have been taking this semester have been requiring me to kill myself. 1) Intro Biology 2)Chemistry II 3) Multivariable Calculus 4) ENGR 112…with new curriculum 5) BAND!!!!!!!!! it makes me happy

Anyways, I have been getting the sleep schedule of my mother, which is really bad because she is 50 something years old. It’s fine for me…I’m just 19.

So yea, last night was freakin’ hilarious. After hours upon end of doing my MATLAB assignment and then going to the Engineering building (CVLB), I decided to go back to my room and just finish all the ENGR 112 hw that I have to do this week. I was planning on just chilling, maybe studying some biology hw for my quiz this week, but guess what…? The internet was down. (It turns out that all of Southside was down!) Now, I was very upset, basically because I haven’t stopped all day, and this was my way to do it. So, I went over to my friend’s, Taryn and Michelle’s room to see if I could use their internet, but it turned out that there internet was done as well. This made me relieved because it wasn’t just my room, but eh, problem was still not solved. So, we had the dorkiest idea ever. We decided to walk outside in the cold to the SCC (student computer center) so that we could do some of hw and of course, talk on line. The three of us went there, and we all got computers by each other. We also called one of our friend’s Kyle, who lives in Hart Hall in central campus, to come. We all 4 were sitting together and talking to each other which was soooo funny. I mean, c’mon, we could see each other typing and their facial reactions. One time that comes to mind so vividly is when I was describing how much work I had this semester to Michelle, and I was explaining it in the way that I know best. It went something like this:

Me: hey
Michelle: hey
Michelle: getting any work done?
Me: eh…kinda
Me: I’ve been working non stop ALL DAY LONG, so I think I deserve a 15 minute break
Michelle: yea, you’re right
Me: It’s like I’m about to convulse
Me: Wait 10 seconds

This is when, I get out of my chair, lay on the floor, and I start to convulse on the floor. So, at this point, Taryn, Michelle, and Kyle are cracking up laughing, and I have this really funny and distinctive laugh, so I’m trying not to make any noise (because we ARE in the SCC where people are trying to get work done), I basically start to hyperventilate to refrain from any noise. It was sooooo funny. Also, the guy sitting right next to me was like, “oh my god” when I started to convulse. It’s not everyday when someone randomly does that. I asked him if he thought I was a freak; he said no, but I’m thinking that he was hiding the truth. Eh…I don’t really care either. I had a good ole’ time, and it that’s all that really matters. Enough of that, I have a party time waiting for me later. And by party time I mean, lots of hw time. Maybe I’ll come back into civilization sooner or later. Carpe Diem!

The Poem that is SO Cool

I was sitting in my bio lab, after a day from H**L, and our teaching assisant decided to talk for 30 minutes about how to use a microscope. Obviously, I was so freaking bored, as well as the rest of the class. WOW. Sometimes I don’t even understand why I am paying so much money to get educated at a school that wastes the student’s precious time. Oh well…you know what? That’s life. L I F E ! We all have to do it, and we all sometimes hate it, no matter how much of an optimist you are. Don’t deny it. I almost consider myself the epitome of optimism, but there are sometimes when I get bogged down. The only difference is to “stiff upper lip.” Well, I’ve been in civilization way too long. I must retreat back to my igloo. The igloo of work. Talk to you gators, later.

And without further ado, here we go. The poem that you were all waiting for.

sitting in a bio class
not wanting to be here.
If i were an alcoholic
I would grab a beer

The lab is about to start.
Creativity must go away
Maybe this will revisit
When I get bored another day

-Courtney Diane Elizabeth Scott-

The School that is So Grand

Supposively I have been slacking on updating (compared to normal), but i vouch and say that I have been very busy. I have two exams this week, one in intro bio and another in calculus 3. I mean, this shouldn’t be the world (which it is not), but you still have to take care of your business. Enough about school…it’s just a part of me.

I consider myself fairly mature for my age, but as I was thinking about last year and how I was, I have changed a great deal. In fact, on February 21-23, 2003, I was going to the great school of Texas A&M to attend a S.W.E. Engineering Conference. Basically, it was an overview of what engineering is and what not. We had case studies, attended real classes, had a banquet, and learned about the misconceptions of engineering. I believe that if I didn’t attend that one weekend, I probably wouldn’t be at this great engineering school, especially for Biomedical Engineering. I mean, back then, I was all “gung ho” U.T. It’s not like I am not as much not, but I feel that the effect has become assuaged. I mean, how can it not. Have you visited here? Probably not. Kelly and I laugh all the time, for we are the same in that respect. Every night we will be sure that we will hear the “Hullabullo Canneck Canneck” tooting of someone’s car horn outside. It’s just HILARIOUS. Maybe, I’m critical about a school that supports “mugging” and “whooping,” but I don’t let anyone not have their fun. I’m kinda starting to like it though. Like, I say all these things, but it’s really undefined with my position on the school . I came here because of their biomedical engineering department. That’s about it. But I have to say that I fit in with and am starting to like all the people whom I become in contact with. My friends are hitting it off, and I actually have real memories with them, as opposed to having people whom you see a lot. Oh yea, I just remembered this. People here whoop at church, and it’s something that I laugh at, but at the same time, I find very annoying. For example, the priest would be saying something about a retreat that would be coming up, and everyone would be like, “WHOOP!”…OH MY GOSH. Like, I’m a little better with it now, but back when school started in the spring, and i was going through a harder time meeting people, it really pissed me off. My reasoning you ask? Well, for me, church has always been a way to escape from the real world. I bring all my problems to God. And when your problem was a school that you felt suffocated in, it was quite annoying having been reconfimred that you can not escape, and it was quite oppressive. But that’s all over now. I still find the cacophonous disturbance annoying, but I have been able to accept it and let everyone else have their fun. I don’t know why I am really like this. I think because I am a conservative girl, and I feel there is a place and time for everything. Incorporating that spirit in church is just not cool. Oh well….that’s enough rambling for the moment.

I have been writing a lot…maybe I’m subconsciously saving up for the lack of which I will not write later. I find it very interesting that people’s (and my) actions are driven a little bit of their subconscious. No, I’m not trying to be Freud…not at all…but it is to some extent true. For example, if you have something in the back of your mind, like your thoughts, your actions will be driven out. So actually I guess that’s not your subconscious, it’s just something that you don’t to people—a natural instinct. Well, I have been typing for nearly an hour I think…sitting in engineering class is fun learning about heat…Yuck.
Before I go, I will leave you with wonderful advice.

Shoot for the moon, for you might just hit the stars.

Cupid’s Fate

I just got back from seeing “Love Actually,” a British film made popular in America that examines what love is really about. If any of you have not seen it, I highly suggest it as your next movie viewing. Suprisingly, it isn’t a chick flick like the title suggests. It has the perfect of estrogen and testerone. (I think you get what I’m saying). So go and check it out! (It was also nice paying $1.00 for that movie)

Also, I have been thinking a lot lately. Namely, about Valentines Day and how stupid the holiday is. Okay, here we go, trying not to sound too cynical and untraditional.

To me, Valentines Day is the stupidest hoiday ever. I don’t say this because I’m bitter, I just say this because I hate having requirements and expectations. For example, when a girl and guy are in a more than platonic relationship, “Guy” is almost obligated to shower “Girl” with flowers, candies, holiday is distructed with materialistic icons. If someone is going to like/love someone, it shouldn’t just be on one day when high expectations are making one feel pressured to complete the task at hand. Relationships aren’t one day out of the year…or at least that’s what I’ve been told. And I am not saying at all that it’s not fun to be showered with tokens of affection, but I think it’s stupid when an obligation is in order. Eh well…that’s my liberal/conservative self at work. Oh yea, I forgot. The reason that this cognition came about is because I live with a bunch of college kids, on campus. It’s really quite crazy. Rather , everybody was 1)going home for the weekend 2)becoming worldly with Valentines Day. It’s quite sad that things about this one holiday can have such an effect on people. For example, when I went to the movie with Michelle, there of course were a lot of couples there, and I am totally fine with that, but what bothered me was how they were treating the valentines day spirit. It became more of a competition amongst strangers with whom got more as of Friday. That’s also really annoying. Valentines Day isn’t even on Friday. It’s on Saturday….which is now today, but still. The world has transformed such a beautiful thing into demise. Oh well, there’s not much I can do to change that. I can only change myself. Well, as with the spirit, I will share a sweet song depictive of the season.

“SLEEPING TO DREAM”

Sleeping to dream about you
I’m so tired of having to live without you
So I’m sleeping to dream about you and I’m so tired

I’m Hungry

Don’t worry. The title of the post is irrelevant to the subject matter hopefully. I mean, I could talk about gluttony and whatnot and downfall of society, but what’s the fun of that? Of course, that’s what I thought.

I’ve been so busy lately I don’t even have any recollection of how time passes. Like, yesterday, I thought it was a week ago. It’s so weird and is really starting to freak me out. I guess I would say that everything has been so banausic, with a couple exceptions. Yea, here’s the definition:

1 entry found for banausic.
ba·nau·sic ( P ) Pronunciation Key (b-nôsk, -zk)
adj.
Merely mechanical; routine: “a sensitive, self-conscious creature… in sad revolt against uncongenially banausic employment” (London Magazine).
Of or relating to a mechanic.

I know that my family likes to learn new words, so I decide to post the definition. It’s a rarity to find a family with everyone of its members knowing what “syzygy” means. What’s even funnier is that I knew that word when I was in first grade, yet I couldn’t tell you the defintions of words, such as “edible,” “vague,” and “vain.” Some of my teachers thought that I was weird, but I still like it.

This week has been pretty filled with fun things, especially when I got a package in the mail. I got a cute spaghetti strap shirt from that popular monkey store (somethign carlos and charlie?) with a pair of underwear and a shirt from Urban Outfitters that is ohhhhhhhh, so luxorious and soft. It feels like I don’t even have any clothes on. It’s so wonderful. Here it is. Even though it’s not the exact one that I picked out, it’s still really cute and if it’s free, i’m all for that. Seriously…anything free is good for me.

Well, I got to head out. Well, more like stop writing because I have obligations on my shoulder and I wouldn’t want them to fall. Hopefully the family is good.

Farewell…courtney diane

Head, Drinking, Suicide, Friends, Hair, and Summer

My head hurts, and I am nauseated. Maybe I should’ve gone at that late last night, and maybe I should’ve stayed in bed until my body says, “Hey you! Wake up!” I guess we all live and learn though.

haha…actually not really. I didn’t go drinking like it sounds ;-), but I can say that I am tired. I guess that will suffice, right? I don’t really plan on drinking until I’m of age, well at least in college. I guess it’s because I don’t really trust that many people with my life, and being in College Station (as safe as it may be), there could still be times when dilemmas could arise, and I could be in big trouble. And besides, I am in this awesome town (ha) to get an awesome education, not to drink. If I wanted to become a drunkard, I could—definitely, but that kind of thing is just not really for me. One of the biggest compliments that I have gotten before was something like, “Courtney, you’re awesome because you know how to have fun…a lot of it…without any alcohol. I think I have more fun with you than when my friends are drunk.” Wow…that just hit home, and I smile. see->:)

I don’t know if anyone knows this, but some guy who attended Texas A&M University committed suicide almost a week ago. He locked himself in the bathroom and did it. Sad thing that it was one day after Valentines. Okay, also…don’t read the next couple of sentences if you don’t like gruesome. I know some people can’t stand it—almost like the thought of needles and blood, but those are all different tolerences. Okay, so the “suicide guy”…well, he didn’t shoot himself in the head like most statistics say; he shot himself in the neck, and it decapitated him. Can you imagine being that guys roommate and walking in the room and seeing your roommates head on the floor? That would be pretty bad, and probably the most disturbing thing of your life. Boy, I feel sorry for any of those people who have to go through that.

I have been thinking a lot lately about how important some people are to me…namely my friends here. Even though I have only known them for less than a school year, they are what keeps me going right now, generally speaking. I mean, when you live with someone and that’s “all you have “, you really get close to them, not just in a general manner, but on a very personal and specific level, almost like you can read their mind or something…or you can predict to what they are going to do in a situation. It’s kind of neat.

I also hate sometimes when my hair dries in a funny way. I only speak of this because I just took a shower at about 11:45 a.m., and I put it up in a pony tail so that I wouldn’t be too cold, but now I just took it down, and it’s all crimpy and gross. I blame it on the water here in College Station. It’s sooo soft, and disgusting that it seriously takes about 15 minutes to feel that all the shampoo/conditioner/body wash/face wash is all the way out. The bad thing though is that I don’t have 15 minutes to wait around in the shower because the water here sucks. It usually dries out my head, and boy…it just makes me a little annoyed.

This summer, one day, I think I would like to go to Six Flags and Schlitterbahn. I haven’t been to these places in quite some time, and just thinking about it makes me truly happy.

Well, I should go, seeing as this is complete gibberish.

g’day mate (said australian style)

The Pinnacle and the Abyss

As I sit here this evening, I realize that this week has been full of a lot of ups and downs. Good and bad. I think this would go down as one of the most hellish weeks of this semester. I barely got to leave my work, and on Wednesday I had 3 labs + 2 classes + 2 exams. It wasn’t bad, but all I can say is that I was exhausted by the end of it. Oh well. School has just become something that I have accepted as an obligation AND that it will take over my life. But I don’t let it. I work hard and play hard. Sunday night-Thursday at around 5pm, I really don’t stop. This even includes limited amount of sleep, inadequate nutrition, etc…, but once Thursday comes around, I am pretty carefree. It’s quite a nice feeling when I have all this free time in the world. I mean, sometimes, I still do homework on the weekend because if I didn’t, I would be super behind,but I don’t make it an obligation. Usually I will try to wake up a little early (setting my alarm clock and everything) so that I could accomplish what I need do and still have time for the fun things in life. The fun things in life would be having fun with friends and socializing and being absolutely carefree. My personal nature is carefree, but sometimes, it’s not always revealed to people. I have noticed that I have become quite a independent person, even more so than ever in the past couple of months. I mean, granted I used to be very independent, maybe depending on people for little tasks, but now, I never depend on them. I think now that this is a huge personal flaw. I don’t like to rely on people, even for the little things, and as a result, I think I am afraid to let myself get this way. I also don’t like people to change what they want to do for me. I feel guilty if I do this, so sometimes I forfeit my own “happiness” for what the other person would want to do. I don’t know—it’s just hard being misunderstood sometimes because of the way I am. I don’t vocalize what I think because I don’t want to inconvience anyone in anyway possible. That’s just the way I am, and only now have I begun to realize how much this has set me back in life, generally.

Well that’s probably too much introspection for the evening. Have a wonderful day, my friends.