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Name: Kristen
Country: United States
State: Ohio for now :)
Birthday: 8/1/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: people, photography, Jesus, food, music, fun...
Expertise: studying psychology...no, I'm not psycho, I guess I just like to help people who might be a little psycho :)
Occupation: Student
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9/9/2004
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| so the last entry i made on xanga was pretty much one year ago! wow. it's been a while. i guess xanga just cant compete with the other addictive online services....like facebook. today i got an email from xanga saying that they would take away my xanga page if i didnt post. how dare they! oh well, i guess i'll stay in the xanga family a little longer :) | | |
| So it has been a while since I have posted. So for your reading pleasure, here are 2 stories from my life this past week.
Story #1
Recently, Chattanooga hosted it’s biggest music festival of the summer (called “Riverbend”). Last Sunday night was the last night of the festival and every year Chattanooga ends Riverbend by having a huge fireworks show. The word on the street is that the Riverbend fireworks are better than the Forth of July. So knowing this, I planned on going to the fireworks with some of my friends, and I expected a great show.
My friend Kerri was one of the people that I was going to the fireworks with. Kerri’s cousin was getting married on Sunday, but she said that the reception would be over by 9:00 which would give us plenty of time to make it to the fireworks (which were at 11:30). The wedding reception was being held at one of the big hotels downtown, and therefore, the plan was for me to drive to the hotel and meet my friends at the hotel at 9. Plan B was that Kerri would give me a call if it looked like the reception would go beyond 9 o’clock.
Well, Kerri never called me and so I drove downtown to the hotel at 9. When I arrived at the hotel I gave Kerri a call to let her know I was there and to ask her where I should specifically meet them. When she answered the phone she was surprised that I was calling because she had no idea that it was already 9 o’clock. She then found herself in a dilemma: she said that the reception was still alive and hoppin’ and so it was still going to be a while but she didn’t want me to drive all the way back home just to turn around and come right back. How did she solve this dilemma? She just told me to come on into the reception and join the party! So this is the point in the story where I officially became a wedding crasher! (Now keep in mind that I am dressed to go and see fireworks; I am not dressed to attend a wedding reception. So as I walk into the reception, everyone is all dolled up and I am wearing a tank top and shorts)
Now there are 4 reasons why I say that I was able to call myself a wedding crasher: 1) I was at a wedding reception for people that I did not know and for which I was not invited 2) I ate the food at the reception 3) I drank the free alcohol and 4) I shook my butt to the dance music.
I did eventually meet the groom of the wedding and one of the main reasons that I was able to pull off this “crash” was because the groom, and many of the other guests, were so drunk that they didn’t even care that I was there. So long story short, I never thought that this would happen, but I was able to successfully “crash” a wedding J
Story #2
This weekend I had an intensive at PSI in Atlanta. (An intensive is a class that takes a whole semester’s worth of material and smashes it into one or two weekends- it’s name is definitely appropriate because it is “intense.”) Anyway, this weekend there were two separate intensives that were meeting in Atlanta and there was also a huge staff meeting for PSI that was meeting in Atlanta. So PSI thought, “Hmm…since so much is going on this weekend, this would be a great weekend to have the carpet replaced throughout the entire building.” (note the sarcasm) So all of the old carpet was torn out, all the furniture was tossed out into the hallways, there was extremely loud machinery, and there were men walking around the building and working. All of this wasn’t a huge inconvenience until our class was having a break.
As many of you know, when you’re in class all day long you need to find ways to keep yourself awake. Therefore we drink a lot of water. This is great because you stay awake, but then you get to a certain point in a session where you can’t concentrate anymore because you are counting down the minutes til you get to use the bathroom on a break.
So during one of our breaks I headed to the bathroom and noticed that the old carpet outside of the bathrooms was torn up and the concrete floor was exposed. I could see that there was old glue still on the concrete from the last carpet but since there weren’t any workmen around I figured that it was okay to walk on this old glue filled concrete. I just assumed that the old glue wad dried up. So I stepped onto the concrete to get to the bathroom and quickly realized that the old glue was still extremely sticky. I quickly jumped into the bathroom and luckily I only got the glue on my one shoe. Although I quickly realized that having industrial glue on the bottom of my flip-flop was going to create a problem. I was no longer able to walk around freely. Every step I took became a struggle because my shoe stayed stuck to the ground! Well I struggled through walking around the bathroom, but when I opened the door to leave and head back to class there was a man kneeling outside the bathroom spreading out new glue and putting down the new carpet. When I opened the door he immediately turned around, stuck out his arm and yelled, “No!” Where was this man 5 minutes ago?? He could have told me that the old glue was still alive and kickin’ and kept me from stepping on the concrete. So anyway, I (along with everyone else in the bathroom) had to wait until he finished putting down the new carpet. This didn’t take too long, but it did make me late to my class. Also I was late to my class because after I got out of the bathroom I had a little bit of trouble walking. Let me rephrase that because “little” is not an accurate word…I had an extremely hard time walking! It seriously felt like I had Velcro on my flip-flop and that I was in a sort of Velcro world where every step I took got stuck and every time I tore my shoe off the carpet it made a ripping sort of Velcro sound.
To make matters worse, as I already mentioned, I came into class late but because I had arrived late in the beginning of the day, I had to sit in the very front row. So upon returning from the break, I had to walk to my seat in the front row with my glue shoe sticking and ripping with every step. But don’t worry because my shoe is okay. It still has a ton of glue stuck to the sole, but I spent the whole next session of my class rubbing it on the carpet under my seat in order to de-stick-ify the glue. Eventually it worked; I just have a bunch of goopy carpet-ness on the bottom of my shoe. Let me just say that this whole experience definitely entertained many of my classmates.
Side note: Last week, on a whim, I auditioned for my favorite reality show…Survivor!! | | |
| Happy Resurrection Day everyone!! :) | | |
| This weekend I have had the joy of sitting under Larry Crabb and listening to his wisdom...and I get to do it for graduate credit! (for those of you who dont know who Larry is, he's a Christian psychologist and author. He's a great man of God and is really an awesome guy to talk with and learn from)
I have also had the opportunity to see and hang out with some old Cedarville friends! One girl is actually in class with me and the other (Kate) is a PSI student who, even though she is not in this class, lives in Atlanta. So we definatley had some quality time together.
So even though I am having an enjoyable weekend in Atlanta, there are some down sides...
First, this class with Larry is called an "intensive." This means that this class crams all of the hours that are needed to get credit into one weekend. So instead of attending a class once a week for three hours for 16 weeks, this class is one weekend and I have class all day long (!) for three days. It's an awesome class, but it's name is definately appropriate. So all that to say, it's a little draining.
Second downside really has nothing to do with this class, except for the fact that the only reason i'm in Atlanta is for this class.
So last night I was driving along some random road in Atlanta. I'm in the far right lane and all of the sudden, out of no where, a pick up truck in the lane next to me starts to merge into my lane! I begin honking my horn, but he doesnt hear me! I have no where to go to avoid him side swiping, so I basically start driving with my two right tires on the sidewalk. Little did I know, this was not just a pick up truck- he had a huge trailer attached to his truck. So long story short, this guy side swipes the whole driver side of my car! My side mirror is completely destroyed, the strips on my doors are coming off, my doors are dented, and the entire side of my car is severly scratched! This was my first accident so I was a little shook up, but at least it wasnt my fault. I followed the guy honking my horn and the guy eventually pulled off the road. Initially I was nervous because I was thinking that he didn't even know that he hit me and he was going to just keep driving. But he eventually heard me honking, we pulled off the road, and called the cops. I was all by myself and it was 9:30 at night so I'm not gunna lie, I was praying that he wouldnt abduct me. But he ended up being a nice southern man and I made it through the night unharmed.
Seriously, I'm not surprised that this happened. My car is driveable and I'm okay so really the whole situation is more humorous than anything else. This is my life- random. Who would've thought? Never a dull moment in my life!
Side note: I seriously am watching "Cars" right now and I find that kind of ironic seeing as though I just wrote about my car :) | | |
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