I'm Hunting Wabbits.

So...my boyfriend and I have been dating for a little over 7 months. Typically we stick to our usual seeing more movies than I know what to do with, cooking together, and just having a general good time. However, nothing prepared me for what we were going to experience last Saturday.

He took me hunting with his father.

Preface: This was the third time I had ever met his father.

Post-face (I don't think that's actually a word): I almost shot his father.

I had never shot a gun in my life, much less shot an animal. It's dove season apparently, but there were no doves flying, so we didn't shoot anything anyway. But, the concept of killing an animal makes me a little nervous. Not saying I won't do it. I think hunting sort of makes the world go round in a "survival of the fittest" kind of way. Hats off to Darwin, but the gutting process is going to have to be left up to someone else.

So anyway, we did some target practice and determined that I am a terrible shot and the only animal I would be able to actually hit is something large like a T-rex. Also, I would just like to say that shooting a gun is the most empowering feeling in the entire world. Trigger happy? Maybe so.

And now comes the part where I attempt homicide (not really). I'm sitting in between my boyfriend and his father. His dad is to the right of me with his gun laying across his lap with the barrel pointing to the right and away from everyone, like any normal person with an ounce of common sense would do. So Curtis (the boyfriend...I figure it's time to give him a name) goes to do something and hands me his gun and asks me to hold it. So, trying to fit in, I put the gun across my lap facing the right aka- STRAIGHT AT HIS DAD. Wtf, Sydney? Really? So his dad is talking about something and then looks at the giant people killer laying across my lap facing his direction and goes "Ohhh honey, no. No no no."

Oh you mean you're NOT supposed to point the barrel of a loaded 12-gauge shotgun at your boyfriend's dad? You don't say. Someone should have let me know. Oh, wait. That's where common sense kicks in, yes? Yes.

So, long story short, I've never been so embarrassed in my life.

Anyway, that's all for today. Just in case you don't believe me....

Love,

Sydney

Obsession of the day: Pumpkin Spice Lattes.

Gleekin'.

I am a total Gleek. Embarrassing? Maybe, but that doesn't make it any less true. So you can imagine how excited I was last night when the season premiere aired. I was giggling like a Japanese school girl in a "Hello Kitty" store, if that clarifies.

So, for today, I'm going to review the first episode of the glory that is Glee.

First off, I should recap last season:

New Directions, the glee club at William McKinley High, is a group of incredibly talented but hated high schoolers. Each of them is obsessed with being "popular" and all of that stuff that cliche high school sitcoms put at the center of shallow teen minds. A little irritating, but that is the extent to which my frustrations go with this show. New Directions went up against the scary-good glee club from their rival high school, Vocal Adrenaline, and the "not at all stupidly named" (as said by cynic, Sue Sylvester) Aural Intensity (like a blow job? Get it? Ha. Ha. Ha.) at regionals, vying for a chance to compete at the next level, which I believe is nationals. (That sentence was such a run on, I almost had a conniption.)

Long story short, New Directions didn't even place at regionals and their resident hussy, Quinn Fabray (who is/was president of the chastity club, ironically enough) popped out her bastard child. Fertile Mertyl gave her baby up for adoption to the coach of Vocal Adrenaline (my idol, Idina Menzel) and all is well with the world. Which brings us to season 2!

Holy. Shit.

I am obsessed with the possibilities of this season. Not only did the cast sing "New York State of Mind" giving me goosebumps and turning me into a dancing fool, but they even incorporated OPRAH! Yes, Oprah. Inadvertently, anyway.

This is the newest character who Oprah once called "the most talented girl in the world". Let me just say, Oprah wasn't kidding. This girl is incredible. Her name is Charice (Sunshine, on the show) and she has sang with Andrea Bocelli, who is my favorite blind singer. Ray Charles ain't shit. Rachel Berry, the increasingly annoying "me-monster", who is only concerned with the well-being of herself, is threatened by Sunshine. Berry even sends Sunshine to a crackhouse, telling her that it was the location of the glee auditions. Look out for this girl. Ah-freaking-mazing. Her rendition of "Listen" almost made me pass out. I only wish I had that much talent and soul.

So...this guy. New kid on the block. Just moved to Lima, Ohio from God knows where. No idea what his name is. The other guys in the glee club couldn't help but focus on how HUGE this guy's mouth is, which had me rolling. He ends up being a pretty good singer, as well. He made his glee debut singing "Billionaire", a song which I absolutely abhor, but he did a good job. By the end of the episode, he has taken Finn Hudson's (token jock) spot as quarterback on the football team. SPOILER ALERT! I'm pretty sure this guy is going to be resident gay kid, Kurt Hummel's, new boyfriend. Drama, drama, drama. We shall see.

Two words: Girl. Fight.

I love the fact that Santana (whore-ish Latina cheerleader) and Quinn (16 and Pregnant runner-up) get in a fight in the hallway over the fact that Quinn is back on top as captain of the "Cheerios". Take some tops off and add some pudding and this is a straight up porno....and I loved every second of it.

Also, there's a female football coach. Last name: Beiste. Too funny for me to even deal with.

That's all I really have to say. Sorry this post is SO long. Great songs, decent acting, and an all around good set up for a plot. So come on, Glee writers, make my day (or at least my Tuesdays).

Love,

Sydney

Obsession of the day: Yoga pants

Study Tips....?

This week I have two tests, two papers, and a critical analysis due. Needless to say, I'm sort of booked. Now I know what you're thinking: "Shouldn't you be working on said assignments, Sydney?". Why yes, yes I should be. But I figured that I'd give you some helpful study tips just in case you're going through the same thing that I am, so don't get sassy with me. I'm just trying to keep this society together.

At first I thought I would split this up into male and female study tips, but since I'm an equal opportunist, I decided to keep males and females equal, even though girls go to college to get more knowledge and boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider (courtesy of my 11 year old sister).

Tip number 1: Paint your nails before you study. This has absolutely no intellectual value at all. It just makes your hands look pretty when you're writing things, and, for me, aesthetics are half the fun. PS- This would have been one of the female tips, but I suppose guys could do it too.

Tip number 2: On the way to your test, you have to listen to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana. If that intro doesn't get you pumped and you don't feel like FSU-ing (F**king S**t Up (courtesy of "Stepbrothers")) then you are the enemy of all things good and perfect in the world, including puppies and Christmas. No one likes that guy.

You know what's sad? That's all I have as study tips. I'm a wise duck. Paint your nails and listen to Nirvana. Soooo....this is awkward.

Sydney

Obsession of the day: Playing the theme song from "Jeepers Creepers" and freaking the shit out of my roommate.

"Umm...Could You Not Eat Our Graham Crackers?"

Ok so I haven't posted in about two weeks, so sorry for that. I've had so much going on that I can't really even see straight.

Now, though, I'm about to fall asleep in my keyboard. I actually caught myself drooling in my last class. Embarrassing. Why am I a good back-scratching and a warm glass of milk away from a coma you ask? Well, it's a story that can only be fully understood on the Texas Tech campus, but I'll do my best to describe it.

The Tech v. UT game is this Saturday. If we were to win, none of the rest of the games would matter. We would be so pumped about a win against UT that we'd talk about it for the next year (example: our 2008 win). Tons of people camp out in a place called "Raiderville" for the game in order to get good seats. We began camping Monday and the game is on Saturday. When we got there, the population of Raiderville was 417. This morning it was 1571. We sort of like football here.

Anyway, everyone has to wake up and starting scanning their id's to prove that they were there at 4:30 am. So, when you go to bed at 12 or 1, you're bound to be tired. Understandable. But, when assholes feel the need to scream stupid obscenities and chants all night long, I'm out of the game.

For example, last night, one group of campers (read: intoxicated douchers) decided to start a Raiderville-wide game of "Penis". If you are not familiar with the penis game, you obviously did not go to 8th grade in the new millennium. Y2K brought us some pretty legit stuff, tell you what. It works like this: one person says "penis", another person says "penis" louder and so on. Eventually, if played right, you'll have someone screaming about male genitalia at the top of their lungs in a social situation. Sounds hilarious, right? Well, it is if you're going through puberty and realizing you have a penis (aka 7th-8th grade), but not when you're trying to get to sleep so you can have a tiny shred of energy for your 8 am class (which you sit in the front row for) the next morning. So that's fun.

My absolute favorite, though, is when you're trying to get a baby tiger snooze in for the night and a group of girls are standing what sounds like right outside the tent debating on whether or not they should sleep in their makeup.

1. Why wear makeup camping anyway?

2. If you're going to debate this, get far away from me.

After about 10 minutes of the ever intriguing makeup debate, my friend Lexi (resident badass of the group) yells "JUST SLEEP IN IT".

As much as this experience sounds like it would suck, I'm actually having an incredible time sitting around a campfire playing games with my closest friends and making smores. That's all I have for today. Thanks for reading, everyone!

Syd

Obsession of the Day: Catchphrase