Bad days are good days
I would just like to point out that bad days can be good days. Take today for instance: I didn't get much sleep last night and I woke up still feeling sick. Bad Day. I have a microeconics test on thursday, so I have that nagging thought in the back of my head that I should start studying now. Bad day.
But I handed in a scholarship application this afternoon and the lady at the front desk said I was only the third person to apply. (Huxley College groups 8 scholarships together, so I could be the only one to apply for some of them.) Good Day. I also applied to work at the Outdoor Center this Spring and found out that there are also positions open for next year's staff. And if I get the job this spring then I can keep it next year too. Good day. Also, registration was a success: I have all the classes I need and my schedule won't be crazy. Good Day.
Moral of the story: don't let the bad days win. And don't go hunting with Dick Cheney.
Ike -- one pocket full of kleenex, the other pocket full of used kleenex
Happy Birthday Mom!
"It turns out my mom is my biggest fan..." (Wide Awake) I just want to let the world know that my mom is now 43 and that I hope she has a happy birthday and fun, active year.
Aside from the fact that my mom is 43, I have probably sneezed at least 43 times today--and it's only 2 pm! Oy! I don't like being sick. Especially when the quarter is starting to wind down. Or is it winding up? Who cares. It's getting busy and I have roughly 43 hours of stuff to do before I can declare Spring Break.
And not that I want to brag but more because of the fact that leaving out important details can cause a journalist's demise...I have re-entered the world of dating. (Which at times can more resemble the Twighlight Zone, but in a good way, not in the scary, monster-on-the-wing, everybody-dies-in-the-end , the-spider-keeps-getting- bigger, original drama kind of way.) Her name is Jen, she's on the women's ultimate frisbee team, she's a business management major, and she's a good cook. How do I know? Because we've had dinner together something like 43 times since we met in December.
Ok, it's time for me to go take a nap (Dr Ike's orders). Consider yourself brought up-to-date because nothing much else happens up here...except for frisbee. Lots of frisbee.
Ike--I can sneeze 43 times louder than you
I've got sunshine...
For those of you not presently located in or near the northwest corner of the United States, I must tell you that we have been having nice weather for a change. February broke the rainy streak known as January and it has been sunny ever since. Glorious! Clear skies = good Ultimate weather = good bouldering weather = happy people running around Bellingham in socks and sandals (wool and chacos is my preference). However, being a hardcore Washingtonian, I was actually happy to see some cloud roll in today.
But don't worry, I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. Travis took me down to Clayton Beach/Larrabee State Park a few days ago and showed me some great places to boulder. The verdict is in: I can still climb! Even after not climbing since May I can still manuever around large rocks. I love climbing, I missed climbing, I should do some more climbing after writing this post.
In business news, I am still looking for a job around town. I'm going to call an old lady tomorrow who said that she needs someone to help her move and lift furniture and walk her dog. (Getting paid $8/hr to play with a dog and move stuff? I'm there.) Also, I'm going to apply for a position for Spring Quarter at the Outdoor Center. The Outdoor Center is the campus hook-up for any gear you might need to go have fun, which means that it would be a sweet place to work. In the long run, I'm going to start applying for summer jobs. MY GOAL FOR THE SUMMER: work in Alaska. It's about time I checked out our largest and most uninhabited state. Plus, I'm feeling to urge to travel and do something stupendous. Perhaps when I'm done working up there I'll just hitch hike back. Or on the safer side, I'll just summit some steep, snow-covered peak and take lots of pictures. That sounds like more fun.
If you haven't yet been bit with the traveling bug, I suggest you go find one and let it bite you.
Ike--Climbing to the Oldies
The times they are a'changing
...and so is my blog. Sorry to all of you who liked the last template with the kite boarder dude, but it's too boring for me. And it was dark. This template is lighter, like me. Although I think I'm finally putting on a little weight. (The Transfering 15?) And I do like the picture of the burning minibus because someone/something caused that fire and I hope that when you read my blog it sparks new BIG IDEAS to engulf you. (I like analogies more than college students like Facebook.)
In other news...there is no other news...at least stuff that is noteworthy. I have been eating and sleeping and frisbeeing. I guess I did swallow that little wire that the orthodontist put on my bottom front teeth when I got my braces off, but you don't really want to know that. Other than that.....let's see....I haven't been thinking much about the present because I'm a forward thinker. I'm think about the Future. I'm think about Spring Break; I'm thinking about classes next quarter and how I had better get a spot on the newspaper because I've gone way too long without reporting anything and I'm starting to wonder if I can still write news; I'm thinking about that job I applied for two weeks ago and if I should call them again or move on; I'm thinking about how soon I should apply for a summer job in Alaska because I can't think of anything else I would do if I didn't go to Alaska; I'm thinking about how nice it will be to play Ultimate in the Spring when it isn't cold/wet/windy/freezing/c old/breezy/frosty/raining /cold; I'm thinkg about life.
Do some pondering today. Or tomorrow. Or whenever.
Ike--bored of cooking for himself
Mud in your eye
Man, you spend just ONE weekend having fun and life piles up on you. Not to mention the laundry, but most of that was a sympton of having fun. All I did was go to Portland for the National Moustache Month Frisbee Tournament and run around on fields that more resembled cow pastures. (We had 6 inches of mud; hence the title of the post.)
And then I just HAD to go to a SuperBowl party, at which there was copious amounts of food. It's a good thing the host didn't make a HOLDING call on me for holding others back from the bounty. (Stupid refs.) But I did win $6 for calling the 1st Qauter score correctly.
And now I have large amounts of clothes to clean, a Micro Econ test to study for, and my food stocks are low. A word to the wise: "Man cannot live on Baker bars/Clif bars alone. He gets plugged up."
Ike--who enjoys wallowing in the mud and yelling at Referees