Julie's Lost Week

Wow. So, I had planned on making a post last week. But then I literally lost my week. It evaporated. Now, it's somewhere in the clouds above our heads. Oh well, it wasn't that great anyway.

But as a treat and because I like to show everyone that I do--in fact--have a life. Here's what happened last week:

Monday - April 6
First of all, I had my Ambassador interview at 1:30 p.m. I promptly marched over to Bernard--the building where we had interviews last year and home of Admissions--five minutes early. I waited around for ten minutes. No sign of Jenny Kyle and the Gang. I looked at my watch. Ten past 1:30 p.m. I texted my bff Chris Carter only to discover that the interviews were in the Student Center.

I took off running immediately. Like I was sprinting and pushing peeps down running. I took the stairs four steps at a time, rushed into the interview room and promptly died at the feet of Jenny Kyle and the Gang. But they were so nice, and even though I was a colossal idiot, they forgave me and I was accepted as a UCA Ambassador yet again. Yay! Happiness and Joys!

Oh, story assignment day. How I love thee. Well, I was assigned with three stories: English Graduate Conference, Counselor Mary Malpica Edwards Retirement and Jesus Week.

Should have done homework but slept instead.

Tuesday
No Honors today! Even though I had to admit that I missed the class because it is my fave--The Politics of Rock and Roll.

I swore that I was going into work today, but totally didn't. I slept in for real.

I went to the Spring Fling, which is this big carnival that the Student Activities Board puts on every year. My friend Laina and I climbed a rock wall--sort of. We rode rides, etc. etc. I missed out on the funnel cakes. *wah*

At 3:30 p.m. I interviewed my friend, Jane Casey, about the English Graduate Conference since she was presenting a paper she wrote at the Conference. Went well. We talked for an hour after the three minute interview.

At 5:30, I got off from work and drove to Wal-Mart to buy new batteries for my tape recorder. I replaced my batteries without realizing that by doing so, I erased everything off my tape recorder. I didn't realize this until Thursday.

At 6:30, I interviewed a Graduate Assistant in the English Department about the conference. He was cool and looked like all of the Strokes--which is my second favorite band ever. So, naturally, even though I barely knew him, I had to be in love with him. Thus, the rest of my week was provided with hilarity as I kept running into him.

Wednesday
I had two interviews planned, but they were both canceled and moved to Thursday.

Thursday
at 9:50ish, I interviewed Dr. Marotte, a really cool English professor who helped put together the English Grad Conference. I had her for World Lit II, and she is amazing and inspiring at the same time.

During my interview with her, the Strokes walked into her office--because obviously he's her Grad Assistant and that is where he works. I proceeded to get flustered and completely forget why I was there. All I could think about is how he looked like the Strokes, and that'd be totally awesome if he could write a song about me. Not that he ever would, but for five seconds I saw it happening.

Anyway, I asked Dr. Marotte how many undergraduates were presenting papers.

"Oh, I don't know. Let me ask *grad student that will remain nameless because I will die if he finds out that I for five seconds thought he might compose a rock opera in my honor*"

Grad student runs in. She asks question that I had previously asked him on Tuesday. He answers the same answer that he gave me, and I know the jig is up. I am no longer awesome journalist numeral uno.

I proceeded to see Grad student twice after the unprofessional incident, but I acted like I was too busy being busy to really notice him. I'm sure he didn't notice my not noticing him.

I interviewed Dr. Bane (English Grad), Mary Edwards (retiring Counselor) and Ernie Ness (not-retiring Counselor).

I even made it to the last five seconds of my Alpha Chi reception. Grabbed a jelly donut which I proceeded to drop on the sidewalk in front of Harrin Hall.

Friday
I decided to wear a dress today because I knew I would see Grad student, and I figured he would be wowed by my spring colors and bare legs. He barely paid attention as I froze my thighs off. Terrible decision really.

Went to an 8:00 a.m. Matt Chiorini speech at the English Grad conference. Funny. If I had been thinking about anything else besides what I should wear for the cover of my rock opera album--which is still techinically his but the world does revolve around me after all--it would have been funnier.

I rushed to my Media Theory test afterward, blistering my toes on my new heels. Yes, I bought heels to match my impractical spring dress.

Interviewed Kendall Baldwin, President of FOCUS, about Jesus Week. Later interviewed Neco Valley, Advisor of FOCUS, about same topic.

Went to the Oxford American magazine panel at the English Grad Conference. I love to hear my boss talk about literature and the South, but really, I went because I was my last ditch to show off my dress to English grad student. He sat behind me and never once mentioned how the rock opera was progressing.

So, yes, I'm going to assume that's he's not as in love with me as I am him. Maybe if I looked more like a rock band, he would dig me. However, I kind of look like Zooey Deschanel, who has an indie band of her own. So, really? What is the deal with these rock star boys?

I ended my day by re-interviewing Jane Casey. Then, I went home and wrote three articles. Yay...?

And that is the end of the week. See why I didn't post an update! I will update as soon as I have something funny to say. Or if I come up with the title for that rock opera.

April, Go Away. But Tell May to Come Out and Play.

I've always hated April. It's like the last step into the pool, except like a really big step that lasts forever.

But we only have a month. I guess it could be worse. I don't even know how I made it through high school? Doesn't it last till June? Sheesh.

So, spring break was fun. I deliberately scheduled only a hair appointment and sat around my house for the rest of the time. I'm always doing something, so I thought it would be fun to just sit around and relax for Spring Break. And it was...

Until I received an email that two of my articles due for the April Fool's edition of the Echo were late...

I had completely forgotten! And for some reason, I thought it was due the week after we got back. I don't know. Spring Break warped my brain. So, I had to call the editor, Aprielle, and beg for forgiveness. She still let me turn them in, but of course, they were counted late.

So, yes, I had a late assignment during Spring Break. I think that's the first time that has ever happened to anyone.

So, first week back was okay, I guess. Nothing exciting.

I have to go to three softball games this week, and I'm not too jazzed about it. I'm just lazy right now, and all I want to do is sleep.

So, right now, I am going to do just that. I am going to sleep.

Goodnight, Jules.