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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Jesus Take the Wheel



Audition week 2k9.

Just a few comments: Everyone either sang Carrie Underwood's "Jesus take the wheel," or Colbie Callet's "The Way I Am."

Jesus take the wheel...I kind of understand - I mean, it has Jesus in it and we're a Christian group. Sure. But if you change keys 3 times within a song, it's probably not a good idea to sing it. Also, any song mentioning the product Rogaine is utterly absurd and should be banned from the airwaves.

There. After 3 nights of auditions, much deliberation and a few 'who in the HECK ever told you you could sing's...we have called back 15 girls.

Here are a few of my favorite quotes spoken during deliberation/elimination by some of my favorite girls:

"She wore a logo t-shirt...TINO*!"
"I'M wearing a logo t-shirt!"
"Yeah...but yours is CHRISTIAN."
-Brett Batten


"I PUT ENGAGED EYE CONTACT!"
-Claire Harvey

"She's...the blonde..."
"True blonde? That is the question!"
-Evie Korovesis


"What's her major?"
"IDLS"
"...Oh, okay..."
-Becky

"My foot's alseep, I can't raise my hand!"
-Elisa Fernandez


(Reading an info sheet) "She wrote, 'This group sounded like a good fit,' I thought is said 'good sh*t.'"
-Cece

"I HATE that word!"
"Supple?"
-Claire (for the record, the word was 'religious.')
"Nerves you think it was? OH MY GOSH, I was just Yoda."
-Claire

"She was breathing with her chest, and that's not how you sing correctly."
"Idiot."
-Becky

"Okay, yeses raise your hand...maybes raise your hand. Erica, why aren't you voting?"
"'Cause I was going to say no..."
-Erica


Before playing scales for a girl: "OH SHOOT! How do you change it off of 'O, Christmas Tree?'"
-Evie

"She smiled when she got the notes right, she was pretty proud of herself."
"That might be all she has..."
-Mel.


A girl walks in with abnormally long hair. Brett Batten looks at all of us and discretely pulls out her sheers and combs from her backpack.




*TINO is an acronym we use meaning "That Is Not Okay."
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Jesus Take the Wheel



Audition week 2k9.

Just a few comments: Everyone either sang Carrie Underwood's "Jesus take the wheel," or Colbie Callet's "The Way I Am."

Jesus take the wheel...I kind of understand - I mean, it has Jesus in it and we're a Christian group. Sure. But if you change keys 3 times within a song, it's probably not a good idea to sing it. Also, any song mentioning the product Rogaine is utterly absurd and should be banned from the airwaves.

There. After 3 nights of auditions, much deliberation and a few 'who in the HECK ever told you you could sing's...we have called back 15 girls.

Here are a few of my favorite quotes spoken during deliberation/elimination by some of my favorite girls:

"She wore a logo t-shirt...TINO*!"
"I'M wearing a logo t-shirt!"
"Yeah...but yours is CHRISTIAN."
-Brett Batten


"I PUT ENGAGED EYE CONTACT!"
-Claire Harvey

"She's...the blonde..."
"True blonde? That is the question!"
-Evie Korovesis


"What's her major?"
"IDLS"
"...Oh, okay..."
-Becky

"My foot's alseep, I can't raise my hand!"
-Elisa Fernandez


(Reading an info sheet) "She wrote, 'This group sounded like a good fit,' I thought is said 'good sh*t.'"
-Cece

"I HATE that word!"
"Supple?"
-Claire (for the record, the word was 'religious.')
"Nerves you think it was? OH MY GOSH, I was just Yoda."
-Claire

"She was breathing with her chest, and that's not how you sing correctly."
"Idiot."
-Becky

"Okay, yeses raise your hand...maybes raise your hand. Erica, why aren't you voting?"
"'Cause I was going to say no..."
-Erica


Before playing scales for a girl: "OH SHOOT! How do you change it off of 'O, Christmas Tree?'"
-Evie

"She smiled when she got the notes right, she was pretty proud of herself."
"That might be all she has..."
-Mel.


A girl walks in with abnormally long hair. Brett Batten looks at all of us and discretely pulls out her sheers and combs from her backpack.




*TINO is an acronym we use meaning "That Is Not Okay."
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Saturday, September 5, 2009

Cut it out!

One of my roommates, Kelsey, has a very specific, creepy, and somewhat ghastly menace in her life: the undies bandit.

Yes, that's right. Within the past few weeks, she has found four pairs of underwear with the crotch cut right in the center. If you were to put them on, it would look like a loin cloth.

We have no idea who it could be - they do have an ex-roommate who, let's just say, they did not get along with (she, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason my room smells like cat urine).

Luckily, Claire has come up with a system to ward off the crazed undies bandit:




That's right. You cut Kelsey's undies...WE CUT YOU. This sign has been taped up against the wall leading into Kelsey's room. Bandit beware, a pair of rusty scissors is in YOUR future!

But, for real...who cuts underwear as revenge, or even a joke? I feel very unsafe knowing that their is a crotch-cutting creeper lurking around our apartment...geesh.
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Cut it out!

One of my roommates, Kelsey, has a very specific, creepy, and somewhat ghastly menace in her life: the undies bandit.

Yes, that's right. Within the past few weeks, she has found four pairs of underwear with the crotch cut right in the center. If you were to put them on, it would look like a loin cloth.

We have no idea who it could be - they do have an ex-roommate who, let's just say, they did not get along with (she, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason my room smells like cat urine).

Luckily, Claire has come up with a system to ward off the crazed undies bandit:




That's right. You cut Kelsey's undies...WE CUT YOU. This sign has been taped up against the wall leading into Kelsey's room. Bandit beware, a pair of rusty scissors is in YOUR future!

But, for real...who cuts underwear as revenge, or even a joke? I feel very unsafe knowing that their is a crotch-cutting creeper lurking around our apartment...geesh.
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Friday, September 4, 2009

Guess who's back?

Bleh! That's the sound of my resonating guilt as I think of how many weeks have passed since I last updated my blog. Whoopsies.

Again, Dr. Wendelken, my adviser and New Media Writing professor has emphasized the importance of blogs in the "new media." My future depends on the consistence of updating. This is my art; and I am neglecting it. What a shame. How dare I turn my back on my canvas?

Anyway, I will try to make this more of a priority, it being essential to my career and all.

Here's an update:
Went to the Dominican Republic. Loved every minute of it. Could write for days and days on how much I love that place. How I would gladly uproot my entire life and start anew there. Doing nothing but spreading the love of Christ.

That's so hard to do in America. Which is why I am thinking about going to Africa with YWAM after graduation. Or grad school. Still deciding.

Senior year has begun! I'm moved in my new phatty pad. No complaints except for the cat pee smell that is in every fiber of my carpet.

Also...funny story. As I write this post...guess what's happening? I'M GETTING A NEW DISHWASHER!

So, a week ago, Curtis, our handy-man, came by the apartment because we put in a maintenance request for our dishwasher. It would run fine, however, the dishes would be SOAKING wet (I'm talking cups and bowls full of agua here people).

Curtis comes in and asks me what's wrong, the conversation goes something like this.
Curtis: "So, what's wrong with your washer?"
Me: "Um. I'm not really sure...I just moved in here, but apparently the girls have had trouble with it not drying the dishes. They come out wet. S'probably something with the heater."
Curtis: "Hm...well, you know if you don't load it right, or have to many dishes they wont dry." (as if he is some dish-washing genie to my rescue).
Me: "I don't think that's the problem..."
Curtis: "Okay, let me get my tools."
A few moments pass. Curtis comes back into the apartment and tinkers around with the washer. By this time, I'm in my room reading.
Curtis: "HELLOOOOOOO?"
Me: Creeping out of my room, "yes?"
Curtis: "Yeah, somethings wrong with your heater, let me see if I have something to fix it with."
Me: "Okay." (I was right, you tool).

Curtis comes back into the apartment, another 30 minutes later and exclaims "I HAVE A LEAK IN ANOTHER UNIT! I'LL COME BACK LATER!" runs out of the apartment and slams the door.

Ooookay. Great. So we have this busted Dishwasher. All of our dishes are in the sink. Fine. We'll deal with it until Curtis can come back.

Monday afternoon this is waiting outside our door:





Will, Claire's boyfriend comes into our apartment and says "Hey, you guys have a dishwasher waiting outside..."
Oh. Okay. Just leave the dishwasher outside, chillin' - exposed to the elements. It's fine.

Next thing you know, Curtis has moved the dishwasher INSIDE our apartment, which is not large, let me tell you. Not only has he moved it inside, but he moved it right in front of the television in our living room.
So...I put it to good use...

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Guess who's back?

Bleh! That's the sound of my resonating guilt as I think of how many weeks have passed since I last updated my blog. Whoopsies.

Again, Dr. Wendelken, my adviser and New Media Writing professor has emphasized the importance of blogs in the "new media." My future depends on the consistence of updating. This is my art; and I am neglecting it. What a shame. How dare I turn my back on my canvas?

Anyway, I will try to make this more of a priority, it being essential to my career and all.

Here's an update:
Went to the Dominican Republic. Loved every minute of it. Could write for days and days on how much I love that place. How I would gladly uproot my entire life and start anew there. Doing nothing but spreading the love of Christ.

That's so hard to do in America. Which is why I am thinking about going to Africa with YWAM after graduation. Or grad school. Still deciding.

Senior year has begun! I'm moved in my new phatty pad. No complaints except for the cat pee smell that is in every fiber of my carpet.

Also...funny story. As I write this post...guess what's happening? I'M GETTING A NEW DISHWASHER!

So, a week ago, Curtis, our handy-man, came by the apartment because we put in a maintenance request for our dishwasher. It would run fine, however, the dishes would be SOAKING wet (I'm talking cups and bowls full of agua here people).

Curtis comes in and asks me what's wrong, the conversation goes something like this.
Curtis: "So, what's wrong with your washer?"
Me: "Um. I'm not really sure...I just moved in here, but apparently the girls have had trouble with it not drying the dishes. They come out wet. S'probably something with the heater."
Curtis: "Hm...well, you know if you don't load it right, or have to many dishes they wont dry." (as if he is some dish-washing genie to my rescue).
Me: "I don't think that's the problem..."
Curtis: "Okay, let me get my tools."
A few moments pass. Curtis comes back into the apartment and tinkers around with the washer. By this time, I'm in my room reading.
Curtis: "HELLOOOOOOO?"
Me: Creeping out of my room, "yes?"
Curtis: "Yeah, somethings wrong with your heater, let me see if I have something to fix it with."
Me: "Okay." (I was right, you tool).

Curtis comes back into the apartment, another 30 minutes later and exclaims "I HAVE A LEAK IN ANOTHER UNIT! I'LL COME BACK LATER!" runs out of the apartment and slams the door.

Ooookay. Great. So we have this busted Dishwasher. All of our dishes are in the sink. Fine. We'll deal with it until Curtis can come back.

Monday afternoon this is waiting outside our door:





Will, Claire's boyfriend comes into our apartment and says "Hey, you guys have a dishwasher waiting outside..."
Oh. Okay. Just leave the dishwasher outside, chillin' - exposed to the elements. It's fine.

Next thing you know, Curtis has moved the dishwasher INSIDE our apartment, which is not large, let me tell you. Not only has he moved it inside, but he moved it right in front of the television in our living room.
So...I put it to good use...

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