So, today was freakin' amazing.
Class, I only have one english class today. I love thursdays. So I get to laze from 11-12 while Kristen's in her freshman experience class and then right after she gets back, we run to lunch and then the barn. We signed up for 1 o'clock jump setting (All of us had to sign up for something).
Needless to say, I raked up loose straw. Huge fun that.
About forty five minutes into it, I was summoned. One of the other students told me Sam was looking for draw-reins. I bolt up to the locker, get stuff, go to Eagle's stall, see Sam's assistant (Tonya) with Eagle.
I go :D :D :D
Because Sam is going to ride him and I can watch!
So, she rides him for about fifteen minutes while I watch, just talking me through what she's doing. Really, it was amazing to watch. He settled down, was long and low. She had the same 'troubles' with him that I did, but he was really a good boy for her.
While she was riding, my other instructor Jill, came out and was just watching. They then started arguing on who had more 'right' to ride him. Apparently he's been the talk of the instructors (dressage ones included) and some of the seniors. Yikes.
So I get on him (In Sam's realllllyyyy nice saddle) and she walks me through what she was doing with him. It's really interesting, but it really worked. Then she took us down in the field and we -gasp- trotted poles. And fences. Poles and fences are not my friend. Nor eagle's. We rush them. O_O
But today, it was amazing. She told me to think of melting into him to melt him into me. I kept saying "Marshmellow" over and over again. Thinking of s'mores and gooey goodness. Whatever it was, it worked. The thing that Sam brought up was keeping a picture in my head of it, seems to work with him. It 'works' with most horses, but with Eagle, the more you imagine him doing what you want him to do, the more he does it.
Self fulfilling prophecy. The more I think of him being bad, the more he is bad.
So we jumped, and we didn't rush fences and we came back after. I was really happy about it!
Sam's new thing is that "He's a horrible horse for you. You should sell him. To me." xD And, if not that, then I should quit and donate him because my heart is broken about the horse field and it's cynicism. And I can't stand to be around horses, thus, donating him. Rofl.
Apparently Eagle reminds her of her 'baby' at the barn, Cee Cee. Mom and Dad - you'll remember when the woman taking us on the tour doubled back to a horse saying "And, Sam's made him a part of the tour. Mandatory" and she liked Cee because he rats out riders when they're doing it wrong, ect?
Eagle is, apparently, Cee as of 10 years ago.
So Sam wants to ride Eagle every so often and work with me with him.
I'm really excited about it.
Things just keep falling into place with poneee. The road-block I felt that I've had, the rushing and running, the not coming back to me and ignoring me, is finally starting to feel as if it's disappearing.
I can't wait to see where this keeps going.
On a non-horse note!
Tonight was delegated to "Cleaning and laundry". Blah.
It did all get done, but our vacuum is being tempermental, so we didn't get to do that. The room looks nice again, though, and we have clean socks. always a must.
However, walking out into the parking lot to the dumpsters, there's a gazebo that I walk by. I was carrying out the trash first, and the cardboard would be the second trip. There were about ten football players hanging out there It was about 9:30, not too late, it was dark. And they're just talking and I hear "You have any beer?"
and I'm guessing that they're talking to someone else, so I just ignore it.
And then a "Well, I guess that's a no."
So, apparently they were talking to me.
Nice. Very attractive, idiots. Way to look like mindless fools. Beer! Gasp. Ugh, there has to be more to life than that.
And so I go back to the room, and Kristen's there, but Mark stopped by (his room got overrun by girls watching Grey's Anatomy) and I tell them the story, because frankly, it's a bit amusing but a bit eerie, too. Don't want to go back out alone. So, Mark being the (hahaha. Guy. He gets to carry the most stuff) guy, he gets to come with! Carrying out cardboard, ect, and so I walk by and the guys ask "Well, what about now?"
Mark, who is one of the nicest guys I know (with the typical snippy attitude of most gay ones) shoots back with a "Why do you think it'd change? Because she's got better company now? Lemme tell you, if she had any, there's better things to do with booze than waste it on a bunch of louts."
That made me laugh. xD
And they were just left going "....?"
So. That was my night. Except now it's fifteen to midnight and I want to sleep but the chicks across the hall won't shut the heck up, which is annoying BUT I GET TO SEE MOM AND DAD TOMORROW which is super exciting and I can't wait.
Love you all!
-El
Thursday, September 25, 2008
It turned into a Quiet Thought
So, I'm tired. I just want to sleep.
I'm sure everyone's had those moments?
Yesterday ended well, which is good. I needed that.
The barn was a bit of a frantic scrabble. I come at 1:40, they have a note saying all people signed up for the mini prix be out in the field at 2:15. Well, I'm not 'signed up', so, I don't go. Jill comes around and collects the rest of the group A riders (Me, Emily & Liz) and say "Well, I know it's almost 2:15, but go out anyway! Sam can work with you."
... Could you have told me this fifteen minutes ago? Please?
So we went out in the field. Emily and I warmed up on our own and Eagle was really good. He's so much better when I sit the trot, he doesn't get away from me. But when we started trotting fences (...Still doesn't do that, well) he lost his mind, poor guy.
Eventually Sam just told me "Scrape through the course" (Vertical to vertical to fake stone wall to big "OILER" vertical to liverpool to SCARY vertical to coup.) and do the best I could. Cantered it. Yay! We did better. And, my conclusion: When I jump 3'3 I stop worrying about the height "OHMYGODSCARY FENCE I AM GOING TO DIE" Happens around 2'9. When it gets bigger, I just start working on bringing Eagle back.
But, at the end of it, I was exhausted. Legs shaking, arms shaking, panting. It was fun.
And, Sam got on my horse!
Needless to say, my horse is no longer my horse.
Sam got on him after, because she wanted to "Get a better idea of what we're working with".
Hah.
Note, she also said "Well, we'll pull the senior off him. I'll ride him for you in the morning the rest of the week."
My horse is no longer my horse! =D
I'm entertained. She likes him. Go figure. So, poor Eagle. He's worked twice a day (Yay!) and by Sam (double Yay!)
So, I think that will help. He also got a bath after that (Unhappy guy). But. yeah. Barn was good yesterday.
There was a really nice dinner at the dining hall last night. Salmon, spiced chicken, there was a chocolate fountain.. I have no idea why it was there, but it was nice to eat chicken that wasn't horrible. (Dad? I miss your grilling.) Though I ate with some absolutely crazy people. Jill and Jamie (roommates), Hailee and Meg, Me, two other girls I don't know and a guy named Phil.
I was just sitting there astounded. They're so outrageous, it's hilarious.
Went back to the room, got homework done, showered, napped.
Mark and Kyle were switching rooms, they didn't tell us when. Kristen and I showed up at fifteen to nine, they're done. (Amazing timing. =) I so win.)
So we hang out there until midnight. We (Mark, Kristen and I) all studied Stats together. That was interesting. 'Met' Kyle (adorable) and am still confronted with the age old issue.
How can boys stand to have a room set to 60 degrees and not be freezing, I don't know. I got so chilled. (Stole Mark's sweatshirt. Now, when he'll get it back, is the real question. It's fuzzy! I'm so simply entertained.)
But Mark kicked Meg out at around 10:45. She was loud, hyper.. just 'Meg'. She calls at 11:30. "Where are you?"
..Uh. Still in his room? The key thought to this is that Kristen and I are both 'low key' people. Not high-drama, not high energy. I can be, particularly as it gets later, but I'm typically more quiet. Meg is not.
So when she calls, it's like... right. Nope. Gottagosorrybye.
And yet, she wanted me to help her with a paper.
Thanks for the heads-up??? That annoyed me.
But yeah. Last night was fun. Met more people, had a good time, it wasn't too outrageous. It was a good time.
So.
Yes.
I get to see Mom and Dad tomorrow, though!!! I'm so excited. =D
Love you!
-El
I'm sure everyone's had those moments?
Yesterday ended well, which is good. I needed that.
The barn was a bit of a frantic scrabble. I come at 1:40, they have a note saying all people signed up for the mini prix be out in the field at 2:15. Well, I'm not 'signed up', so, I don't go. Jill comes around and collects the rest of the group A riders (Me, Emily & Liz) and say "Well, I know it's almost 2:15, but go out anyway! Sam can work with you."
... Could you have told me this fifteen minutes ago? Please?
So we went out in the field. Emily and I warmed up on our own and Eagle was really good. He's so much better when I sit the trot, he doesn't get away from me. But when we started trotting fences (...Still doesn't do that, well) he lost his mind, poor guy.
Eventually Sam just told me "Scrape through the course" (Vertical to vertical to fake stone wall to big "OILER" vertical to liverpool to SCARY vertical to coup.) and do the best I could. Cantered it. Yay! We did better. And, my conclusion: When I jump 3'3 I stop worrying about the height "OHMYGODSCARY FENCE I AM GOING TO DIE" Happens around 2'9. When it gets bigger, I just start working on bringing Eagle back.
But, at the end of it, I was exhausted. Legs shaking, arms shaking, panting. It was fun.
And, Sam got on my horse!
Needless to say, my horse is no longer my horse.
Sam got on him after, because she wanted to "Get a better idea of what we're working with".
Hah.
Note, she also said "Well, we'll pull the senior off him. I'll ride him for you in the morning the rest of the week."
My horse is no longer my horse! =D
I'm entertained. She likes him. Go figure. So, poor Eagle. He's worked twice a day (Yay!) and by Sam (double Yay!)
So, I think that will help. He also got a bath after that (Unhappy guy). But. yeah. Barn was good yesterday.
There was a really nice dinner at the dining hall last night. Salmon, spiced chicken, there was a chocolate fountain.. I have no idea why it was there, but it was nice to eat chicken that wasn't horrible. (Dad? I miss your grilling.) Though I ate with some absolutely crazy people. Jill and Jamie (roommates), Hailee and Meg, Me, two other girls I don't know and a guy named Phil.
I was just sitting there astounded. They're so outrageous, it's hilarious.
Went back to the room, got homework done, showered, napped.
Mark and Kyle were switching rooms, they didn't tell us when. Kristen and I showed up at fifteen to nine, they're done. (Amazing timing. =) I so win.)
So we hang out there until midnight. We (Mark, Kristen and I) all studied Stats together. That was interesting. 'Met' Kyle (adorable) and am still confronted with the age old issue.
How can boys stand to have a room set to 60 degrees and not be freezing, I don't know. I got so chilled. (Stole Mark's sweatshirt. Now, when he'll get it back, is the real question. It's fuzzy! I'm so simply entertained.)
But Mark kicked Meg out at around 10:45. She was loud, hyper.. just 'Meg'. She calls at 11:30. "Where are you?"
..Uh. Still in his room? The key thought to this is that Kristen and I are both 'low key' people. Not high-drama, not high energy. I can be, particularly as it gets later, but I'm typically more quiet. Meg is not.
So when she calls, it's like... right. Nope. Gottagosorrybye.
And yet, she wanted me to help her with a paper.
Thanks for the heads-up??? That annoyed me.
But yeah. Last night was fun. Met more people, had a good time, it wasn't too outrageous. It was a good time.
So.
Yes.
I get to see Mom and Dad tomorrow, though!!! I'm so excited. =D
Love you!
-El
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Just because they can't feel it, too
So, the week's been fairly uninteresting.
I'm getting irritated more frequently by the people I'm around. Which either means I'm getting to know them better (Good?) or that I'm tired of being around people (bad).
Mark has huge roommate issues with his roommate, Joe. Joe is worthless. He's a slacker, he cuts class, he expects everyone else to pick up after him. He mistreats his horse, does not understand basic compassion, fails to comprehend personal responsibility and respect.
Me? I don't like Joe. (Not that you couldn't've figured that one out.... oh, no)
But Mark has to room with him. Joe leaves the door unlocked, Mark has had to leave his stuff in his car because his iPod has already been stolen. Joe has people in the room up to four in the morning doing 'things'. Oh, yeah. Good stuff, there.
However, a guy on his floor, Kyle, is also displeased with his roommate. Needless to say, Meg, ironically, likes Kyle. We hang out in Mark's room to chase Joe & his cronies out. Apparently, one hyper ex-slovak & co. are enough to run most people off. So, I was talking to Kyle monday night and, needless to say, Meg and I managed to (Ironic how this happens..) completely take over lives and, managed to arrange it that Kyle & Mark will be roommates and their roommates will be moved intogether, too.
Mark has been trying to get that to happen, but he couldn't find anyone to switch with him. I nudged him in the right direction.
So, today will be spent help moving Joe out (Ew. I'm not touching his things) and Kyle in. Oh, joy.
However, last night I was talking to Kyle again. It's easy to understand, he's a nice guy, easy-going, fun to talk to. Meg comes in, finds out I was talking with him and starts going crazy on "what did you say?" "What did he say?" "what did you talk about?" "Did he talk about me?" "Did you bring me up?" And this was after she had suffocated Kristen and I by attacking our room with fabreeze. We have vanilla stuff. It smells nice, she has an obsession with it and goes overboard.
So it's 11:30, she drags Jeri over, comes over with the intent of getting me to help her with two papers, suffocates us with fabreeze, and is now going crazy over my laptop.
I told her he was just a friend, and as such, conversations aren't going to be relayed word for word, to her just because she wants it done.
Five minutes later, I turn around and she's on my computer reading it.
Needless to say, I'm not happy. My computer, my stuff, private. Mine. Mine, mine, mine. (Imitate: Finding Nemo seagulls. Mineminemineminemine.)
I was unhappy. Anyway. I put it away, (drawer) and walk out into the lobby with Jeri, she's tired, I'm annoyed, I slink out. Alissa & Damian stopped by, so they were talking with Kristen and Meg. Eventually Meg comes out and says "FYI, I was so tempted to read it after you left."
. . . . .
um?
Excuse me?
Are you really that dense?
So anyway, I eventually chase everyone out (Meg & Jeri left, Alissa & Damian talked with me for a while in the lobby) and I come in the room to find that Kristen had my laptop next to her.
Right.
"Tempted to read"? Try "Had taken it and had Kristen take it back away".
-headdesk-
It's not that difficult to comprehend personal space. It's not that difficult to comprehend private, personal things.
Mine, is mine. If I share something, okay. If I don't want to?
Don't push it. Certainly don't violate my personal space and go through my stuff to GET it!
Grh.
Irritated.
She's just got so much energy, so much emotion, it's in everything she does. And she's exhausting to be around. I love her, don't get me wrong, she's a wonderful person, she doesn't have a mean bone in her body. But she needs to step back and stop thinking about "Me", but look at the bigger picture.
Goal:
Teach Meg personal space.
In lieu of that:
Find a place to hide laptop.
Worth taking note.
Love you guys!
-El
I'm getting irritated more frequently by the people I'm around. Which either means I'm getting to know them better (Good?) or that I'm tired of being around people (bad).
Mark has huge roommate issues with his roommate, Joe. Joe is worthless. He's a slacker, he cuts class, he expects everyone else to pick up after him. He mistreats his horse, does not understand basic compassion, fails to comprehend personal responsibility and respect.
Me? I don't like Joe. (Not that you couldn't've figured that one out.... oh, no)
But Mark has to room with him. Joe leaves the door unlocked, Mark has had to leave his stuff in his car because his iPod has already been stolen. Joe has people in the room up to four in the morning doing 'things'. Oh, yeah. Good stuff, there.
However, a guy on his floor, Kyle, is also displeased with his roommate. Needless to say, Meg, ironically, likes Kyle. We hang out in Mark's room to chase Joe & his cronies out. Apparently, one hyper ex-slovak & co. are enough to run most people off. So, I was talking to Kyle monday night and, needless to say, Meg and I managed to (Ironic how this happens..) completely take over lives and, managed to arrange it that Kyle & Mark will be roommates and their roommates will be moved intogether, too.
Mark has been trying to get that to happen, but he couldn't find anyone to switch with him. I nudged him in the right direction.
So, today will be spent help moving Joe out (Ew. I'm not touching his things) and Kyle in. Oh, joy.
However, last night I was talking to Kyle again. It's easy to understand, he's a nice guy, easy-going, fun to talk to. Meg comes in, finds out I was talking with him and starts going crazy on "what did you say?" "What did he say?" "what did you talk about?" "Did he talk about me?" "Did you bring me up?" And this was after she had suffocated Kristen and I by attacking our room with fabreeze. We have vanilla stuff. It smells nice, she has an obsession with it and goes overboard.
So it's 11:30, she drags Jeri over, comes over with the intent of getting me to help her with two papers, suffocates us with fabreeze, and is now going crazy over my laptop.
I told her he was just a friend, and as such, conversations aren't going to be relayed word for word, to her just because she wants it done.
Five minutes later, I turn around and she's on my computer reading it.
Needless to say, I'm not happy. My computer, my stuff, private. Mine. Mine, mine, mine. (Imitate: Finding Nemo seagulls. Mineminemineminemine.)
I was unhappy. Anyway. I put it away, (drawer) and walk out into the lobby with Jeri, she's tired, I'm annoyed, I slink out. Alissa & Damian stopped by, so they were talking with Kristen and Meg. Eventually Meg comes out and says "FYI, I was so tempted to read it after you left."
. . . . .
um?
Excuse me?
Are you really that dense?
So anyway, I eventually chase everyone out (Meg & Jeri left, Alissa & Damian talked with me for a while in the lobby) and I come in the room to find that Kristen had my laptop next to her.
Right.
"Tempted to read"? Try "Had taken it and had Kristen take it back away".
-headdesk-
It's not that difficult to comprehend personal space. It's not that difficult to comprehend private, personal things.
Mine, is mine. If I share something, okay. If I don't want to?
Don't push it. Certainly don't violate my personal space and go through my stuff to GET it!
Grh.
Irritated.
She's just got so much energy, so much emotion, it's in everything she does. And she's exhausting to be around. I love her, don't get me wrong, she's a wonderful person, she doesn't have a mean bone in her body. But she needs to step back and stop thinking about "Me", but look at the bigger picture.
Goal:
Teach Meg personal space.
In lieu of that:
Find a place to hide laptop.
Worth taking note.
Love you guys!
-El
Monday, September 22, 2008
If you only knew..
So, the weekend was, in a word, 'uneventful'.
Kristen trailered her horse Tory back to chicago. He had a lameness issue that couldn't be resolved, so saturday she drove him home and on sunday, she brought their other horse, Apollo up. The trip went well. The only glitch came when she missed the turn going home, and the other 'way' her GPS wanted to take her was washed out (I-84?) so she had to go through the city. Nothing too tragic.
I was at the barn on saturday from about 10-1, and then there was a 'homecoming parade' that I went to with Nicole and Mark (we all came back from the barn at the same time). Pros: There was candy. They threw it at us.
I got kitkats. Simple thing, aren't I?
Cons: There was a homecoming queen.
Come on. We're not in highschool anymore. come. On.
Beyond that, a friend, Clarinda hung out. Her roommate was gone for the weekend, too, so we had a 'lord of the rings' marathon. :D All three CDs of the extended version! From 5-5, basically. Yeahh. We're crazy. Slept to about 11 on sunday, went to the barn at 11:30 and was there until 6. Helped Kristen move in her horse, played with Eagle (instead of giving him a 'bath', I brushed the crap out of him. He was REALLY GOOD. For two hours, he put up with me fussng over him with remarkable good humor. Think of it like telling a three year old to sit still while you brush their hair and wash their face. It typically doesn't work so well) and organized my tack locker.
Very productive.
Not quite, but anyway.
It was a good weekend. I needed one of those that I can just 'veg'.
Today, blah. I want the weekend back! For some reason I was super tired, though I stayed up through Stats. Amazing. We had a little calculator quiz, and I'm not sure how I did (???!?!?) but I don't think it was awful. Because we finished before 8:50, I got back at around 8:30 so I stayed in my dorm and read until about 8:55. Equine science, notes. More notes.
It's a lecture class. What more can I say?
I have an hour break between the two, so I slept. Finally. For about fourty minutes, I had naptime. Then, to science for a test. At least it was in 'essay' form ( YAY ) so it was actually rather easily done. Instead of it being physics and chemistry with math and formulae, it's more the "How" science came into being. The philosophy of it and how it came to understanding, not getting 'us' to understand it.
Needless to say. I like it.
I got out of that class early, because I finished the test in about twenty minutes. So. Come back. Sleep.
Lunch.
Barn.
Dinner.
Sleep.
...Story of my life! The barn was a 'free' day, so we could just do what we wanted to do when we rode, which was good. I had given Eagle the weekend off so he's a bit fresh. Soooo. Being able to just work him and burn the energy was a good thing. He was, as per expected, full of it but at the end of the half-hour, he was really really good.
Sometime in the near future one of the instructors (Jill) is going to ride him for me just to 'figure him out' and 'tune him up'. It's not fair to Eagle to just have me riding him, when I'm still learning myself.
Beyond that, Sam came up to me today saying that if I ever wanted him schooled and worked twice a day, she had a list of seniors who had talked to her about riding him if I ever wanted someome to. That made me happy. For some unexplicable reason, people adore my horse. It's pretty funny, when on one side there's the huge holsteiner gelding that's worth about as much as a small house and on the next, there's a little two year old who's just being started, and is the sweetest thing.
Who knows.
I'm not complaining!
FACT:
I have finally come across the absolute worst pickup line in all of history.
"You must have mirrors in your pants because I sure do see me in them."
..
um?
....
Right. You might want a mirror in your room so you can (Note: I could say something so ridiculously catty here such as "Look at your face" but I'll refrain) practise your pickup lines and delivery to make it seem less of the "Come with me so I can get you drunk and then bring you back to my dorm" and more of the "You're beautiful, I'm in love with you, let me carry you away (AND FEED YOU GOOD FOOD)!"
So. That's about all of the entertainment I can impart to you (though I have to admit, it was recieved along more of the 'abject horror' line..) for stories.
My room is a 'halfway house'. It's hilarious. Everyone stops here. I don't know why, they just do. So today, after I crash after dinner, everyone keeps stopping in. It's hilarious, but irritating because every time someone comes in, I wake up. (NOT THAT THEY KNOW IT!!!)
And then at around 8:30 Mark stops by because his RA warned him to stay out of his room (he was going to talk to Mark's roommate, Joe) and so he came here. And then he sees me under the covers and is all "Ohmygoodness, no! I'll go now"
But I was just fed up with it and 'woke up'. And have been working on a paper since (And laundry). The general consensus of Kristen and I is that we'll do laundry every wed. and clean the room every thurs. for sake of.. well, sanity.
And there's a wal-mart trip every ten days or so. We like wal-mart.
Go figure.
My life?
Remarkably boring.
Go figure.
Is it really that surprising, though?
Love you all!
-El
Kristen trailered her horse Tory back to chicago. He had a lameness issue that couldn't be resolved, so saturday she drove him home and on sunday, she brought their other horse, Apollo up. The trip went well. The only glitch came when she missed the turn going home, and the other 'way' her GPS wanted to take her was washed out (I-84?) so she had to go through the city. Nothing too tragic.
I was at the barn on saturday from about 10-1, and then there was a 'homecoming parade' that I went to with Nicole and Mark (we all came back from the barn at the same time). Pros: There was candy. They threw it at us.
I got kitkats. Simple thing, aren't I?
Cons: There was a homecoming queen.
Come on. We're not in highschool anymore. come. On.
Beyond that, a friend, Clarinda hung out. Her roommate was gone for the weekend, too, so we had a 'lord of the rings' marathon. :D All three CDs of the extended version! From 5-5, basically. Yeahh. We're crazy. Slept to about 11 on sunday, went to the barn at 11:30 and was there until 6. Helped Kristen move in her horse, played with Eagle (instead of giving him a 'bath', I brushed the crap out of him. He was REALLY GOOD. For two hours, he put up with me fussng over him with remarkable good humor. Think of it like telling a three year old to sit still while you brush their hair and wash their face. It typically doesn't work so well) and organized my tack locker.
Very productive.
Not quite, but anyway.
It was a good weekend. I needed one of those that I can just 'veg'.
Today, blah. I want the weekend back! For some reason I was super tired, though I stayed up through Stats. Amazing. We had a little calculator quiz, and I'm not sure how I did (???!?!?) but I don't think it was awful. Because we finished before 8:50, I got back at around 8:30 so I stayed in my dorm and read until about 8:55. Equine science, notes. More notes.
It's a lecture class. What more can I say?
I have an hour break between the two, so I slept. Finally. For about fourty minutes, I had naptime. Then, to science for a test. At least it was in 'essay' form ( YAY ) so it was actually rather easily done. Instead of it being physics and chemistry with math and formulae, it's more the "How" science came into being. The philosophy of it and how it came to understanding, not getting 'us' to understand it.
Needless to say. I like it.
I got out of that class early, because I finished the test in about twenty minutes. So. Come back. Sleep.
Lunch.
Barn.
Dinner.
Sleep.
...Story of my life! The barn was a 'free' day, so we could just do what we wanted to do when we rode, which was good. I had given Eagle the weekend off so he's a bit fresh. Soooo. Being able to just work him and burn the energy was a good thing. He was, as per expected, full of it but at the end of the half-hour, he was really really good.
Sometime in the near future one of the instructors (Jill) is going to ride him for me just to 'figure him out' and 'tune him up'. It's not fair to Eagle to just have me riding him, when I'm still learning myself.
Beyond that, Sam came up to me today saying that if I ever wanted him schooled and worked twice a day, she had a list of seniors who had talked to her about riding him if I ever wanted someome to. That made me happy. For some unexplicable reason, people adore my horse. It's pretty funny, when on one side there's the huge holsteiner gelding that's worth about as much as a small house and on the next, there's a little two year old who's just being started, and is the sweetest thing.
Who knows.
I'm not complaining!
FACT:
I have finally come across the absolute worst pickup line in all of history.
"You must have mirrors in your pants because I sure do see me in them."
..
um?
....
Right. You might want a mirror in your room so you can (Note: I could say something so ridiculously catty here such as "Look at your face" but I'll refrain) practise your pickup lines and delivery to make it seem less of the "Come with me so I can get you drunk and then bring you back to my dorm" and more of the "You're beautiful, I'm in love with you, let me carry you away (AND FEED YOU GOOD FOOD)!"
So. That's about all of the entertainment I can impart to you (though I have to admit, it was recieved along more of the 'abject horror' line..) for stories.
My room is a 'halfway house'. It's hilarious. Everyone stops here. I don't know why, they just do. So today, after I crash after dinner, everyone keeps stopping in. It's hilarious, but irritating because every time someone comes in, I wake up. (NOT THAT THEY KNOW IT!!!)
And then at around 8:30 Mark stops by because his RA warned him to stay out of his room (he was going to talk to Mark's roommate, Joe) and so he came here. And then he sees me under the covers and is all "Ohmygoodness, no! I'll go now"
But I was just fed up with it and 'woke up'. And have been working on a paper since (And laundry). The general consensus of Kristen and I is that we'll do laundry every wed. and clean the room every thurs. for sake of.. well, sanity.
And there's a wal-mart trip every ten days or so. We like wal-mart.
Go figure.
My life?
Remarkably boring.
Go figure.
Is it really that surprising, though?
Love you all!
-El
Thursday, September 18, 2008
A heartbeat from me
UPDATE OF THE DAY!
My butt hurts.
No, seriously.
It hurts.
At the barn, we're doing wayyyy too much no-stirrup work for my poor rear end. Now that informative, and somewhat unexpected headlining report has been made, let's do the horse-thing.
Eagle's been 'good'. Monday we didn't ride, tuesday was chaotic no stirrups stuff inside, wed. was more chaotic no-stirrups hooplah outside. He was a happppy guy yesterday. It was his first day of 'heavy' work, so he was bouncing all over the place.
We don't trot in straight lines to fences.
Forget that, we don't TROT to fences.
Bahumbug.
Today he was better, we were divvied up into smaller groups, and Jill and I worked on getting him to jump not so 'inverted' (think, making a U over a fence, his head and butt are up with his back being the lowest part). What we want is a jump with 'scope', where his neck is down and out, his knees up and his shoulders being the highest part of the form.
We got it, eventually, but we still don't trot fences very well. Oh, darn.
Beyond that, I'm borrowing bits from other people. Today it was Jamie's Myler bit. I like it.
A lot.
She said I can use it as long as I want, she has others she's working her horse in. He stops! (Not as well as in Sam's deathly contraption..) but there's no head flipping with this bit, which is good.
Sam and I will take him in the field and see how he goes in it, there.
She thinks I should show him in a 'mini grand prix'. SURPRISE, MOM AND DAD!
Parents' weekend is a mini prix here. 3' - 3'3. There might be some 3'6 thing or another, and I'm somewhat "...You're trying to kill me so you can have my horse. I KNEW IT." But we'll school him and talk over the course (there are other colleges bringing green horses & riders). If I'm uncomfortable with the idea, I'd like to put one of the other girls up on him, because I think it'd be a great experience for him.
So.
Uh.
EDIT:
AAAACK.
-girly screetch- SPIDERSPIDERSPIDERSPIDER.
I tried to kill it. I really did. I HAVE A BOOK AND EVERYTHING.
Except it dropped down between my bed.
Um.
NOT SLEEPING TONIGHT. -shiver- Notgood. nononononodontlikebugs.
Of course it's when Kristen's asleep.
DEVIOUS CREATURES.
...Don't they see they have a better chance with her, than me? I'm all AAAAHKILLITKILLITKILLIT.
She's all "Aw. Cute. -takes outside-".
-shiver-
Anyway. Back on track!
So that's what's going on at the barn, anyway.
In english, I have a final revision of a paper on biases (how to identify it, how it's used, ect) due tuesday. Rough draft of another paper due thursday on either Gun Control or gay rights. The whole paper is sketchy, so I'll go with Gay Rights. It's easier to argue, because with t he G.C. thing he wants 'plans', how to make it more effective blahblahblah.
I'm not that creative.
Math is math.
Boo. First test= sometime next week?? She said it's next week or th eweek after. Hasn't decided.
Greaaaat.
Science, test next week sometime, too.
Equine science: Quiz every third class period.
Wellness:
..Don't ask me, I don't know! Just kidding. We're doing body healthweightect. Dietary stuff. Joy.
So.
Life is boring
Bunch of people went clubbing tonight.
Me? I did stats.
Oh, what an exciting life I lead!
Though, more drama on the barn-front.
Kristen's horse, Tory, came down with a mysterious lameness about two weeks ago. They couldn't identify it, despite a slew of tests blahblahblah. Her father calls from home, saying they had the vet out to check over all the horses in the barn, blahblahblah, turns out some horses needed their teeth floated.
Somehow, her father & vet equate teeth floating/need of, with lameness.
There is apparently a 'central nerve' that runs from 'jaw' through the rest of the body.
My response to her, when she got all happy and excited over it, was to do her own independant research instead of just taking everything at face value. More tactful, but that's the general gist of it.
Vet here: Agrees with me.
But because she's not riding (or is, rarely) she's trailering him home this weekend (saturday) and bringing up her other horse (sunday).
Dramaaaaaaa. It'll be interesting, though. I hope it all works out for Tory at home. R&R. He may just be a horse that can't be in super competitive enviroments. Who knows.
Beyond that:
Everyone wants eagle.
Wants him, wants to ride him, wants to play with him.
Again.
Me + Mini prix = death = eagle, sam's horse???!?!
Mom, I'm trusting you to take care of my boyo. You and Mary Rad, Both!
Nah. I won't do it if I'm not sure (bah.) but Sam's rational is "What better place to learn than here, where we can go over it after and improve on it?"
It makes sense.
But.
If there IS a 3'6 fence?
You have to be flipping kidding me. I've only ever jumped 2'9 before. HELLO LET'S GO PLAY WITH HUGE MONSTEROUS THINGS.
NOT ONLY HUGE AND MONSTEROUSLY LARGE BUT OUT IN A FIELD.
WITH GRASS.
WITH AN EVENTER PONY.
..Right.
Someone tell me I'm not crazy for thinking that'll be an interesting sight. Note: Video camera. BIG note, there.
Hrm.
Cleaned the room yesterday. Vacuuming will ensue tomorrow, or when kristen's not around and I can move her stuff.
Homecoming this weekend.
And no, I did not know we even had a homecoming until.. well, yesterday. Go me! So I may not be going. Jeri and I are pretty much high and dry here, so I might nab Alissa's keys (she's not going home this weekend) and play at the barn all weekend with Jeri.
It's warm out again. Boo.
I miss the whole OHMIGOSHIT'SCOLD.
But I'll live, I suppose.
I miss you guys, though!
-El
My butt hurts.
No, seriously.
It hurts.
At the barn, we're doing wayyyy too much no-stirrup work for my poor rear end. Now that informative, and somewhat unexpected headlining report has been made, let's do the horse-thing.
Eagle's been 'good'. Monday we didn't ride, tuesday was chaotic no stirrups stuff inside, wed. was more chaotic no-stirrups hooplah outside. He was a happppy guy yesterday. It was his first day of 'heavy' work, so he was bouncing all over the place.
We don't trot in straight lines to fences.
Forget that, we don't TROT to fences.
Bahumbug.
Today he was better, we were divvied up into smaller groups, and Jill and I worked on getting him to jump not so 'inverted' (think, making a U over a fence, his head and butt are up with his back being the lowest part). What we want is a jump with 'scope', where his neck is down and out, his knees up and his shoulders being the highest part of the form.
We got it, eventually, but we still don't trot fences very well. Oh, darn.
Beyond that, I'm borrowing bits from other people. Today it was Jamie's Myler bit. I like it.
A lot.
She said I can use it as long as I want, she has others she's working her horse in. He stops! (Not as well as in Sam's deathly contraption..) but there's no head flipping with this bit, which is good.
Sam and I will take him in the field and see how he goes in it, there.
She thinks I should show him in a 'mini grand prix'. SURPRISE, MOM AND DAD!
Parents' weekend is a mini prix here. 3' - 3'3. There might be some 3'6 thing or another, and I'm somewhat "...You're trying to kill me so you can have my horse. I KNEW IT." But we'll school him and talk over the course (there are other colleges bringing green horses & riders). If I'm uncomfortable with the idea, I'd like to put one of the other girls up on him, because I think it'd be a great experience for him.
So.
Uh.
EDIT:
AAAACK.
-girly screetch- SPIDERSPIDERSPIDERSPIDER.
I tried to kill it. I really did. I HAVE A BOOK AND EVERYTHING.
Except it dropped down between my bed.
Um.
NOT SLEEPING TONIGHT. -shiver- Notgood. nononononodontlikebugs.
Of course it's when Kristen's asleep.
DEVIOUS CREATURES.
...Don't they see they have a better chance with her, than me? I'm all AAAAHKILLITKILLITKILLIT.
She's all "Aw. Cute. -takes outside-".
-shiver-
Anyway. Back on track!
So that's what's going on at the barn, anyway.
In english, I have a final revision of a paper on biases (how to identify it, how it's used, ect) due tuesday. Rough draft of another paper due thursday on either Gun Control or gay rights. The whole paper is sketchy, so I'll go with Gay Rights. It's easier to argue, because with t he G.C. thing he wants 'plans', how to make it more effective blahblahblah.
I'm not that creative.
Math is math.
Boo. First test= sometime next week?? She said it's next week or th eweek after. Hasn't decided.
Greaaaat.
Science, test next week sometime, too.
Equine science: Quiz every third class period.
Wellness:
..Don't ask me, I don't know! Just kidding. We're doing body healthweightect. Dietary stuff. Joy.
So.
Life is boring
Bunch of people went clubbing tonight.
Me? I did stats.
Oh, what an exciting life I lead!
Though, more drama on the barn-front.
Kristen's horse, Tory, came down with a mysterious lameness about two weeks ago. They couldn't identify it, despite a slew of tests blahblahblah. Her father calls from home, saying they had the vet out to check over all the horses in the barn, blahblahblah, turns out some horses needed their teeth floated.
Somehow, her father & vet equate teeth floating/need of, with lameness.
There is apparently a 'central nerve' that runs from 'jaw' through the rest of the body.
My response to her, when she got all happy and excited over it, was to do her own independant research instead of just taking everything at face value. More tactful, but that's the general gist of it.
Vet here: Agrees with me.
But because she's not riding (or is, rarely) she's trailering him home this weekend (saturday) and bringing up her other horse (sunday).
Dramaaaaaaa. It'll be interesting, though. I hope it all works out for Tory at home. R&R. He may just be a horse that can't be in super competitive enviroments. Who knows.
Beyond that:
Everyone wants eagle.
Wants him, wants to ride him, wants to play with him.
Again.
Me + Mini prix = death = eagle, sam's horse???!?!
Mom, I'm trusting you to take care of my boyo. You and Mary Rad, Both!
Nah. I won't do it if I'm not sure (bah.) but Sam's rational is "What better place to learn than here, where we can go over it after and improve on it?"
It makes sense.
But.
If there IS a 3'6 fence?
You have to be flipping kidding me. I've only ever jumped 2'9 before. HELLO LET'S GO PLAY WITH HUGE MONSTEROUS THINGS.
NOT ONLY HUGE AND MONSTEROUSLY LARGE BUT OUT IN A FIELD.
WITH GRASS.
WITH AN EVENTER PONY.
..Right.
Someone tell me I'm not crazy for thinking that'll be an interesting sight. Note: Video camera. BIG note, there.
Hrm.
Cleaned the room yesterday. Vacuuming will ensue tomorrow, or when kristen's not around and I can move her stuff.
Homecoming this weekend.
And no, I did not know we even had a homecoming until.. well, yesterday. Go me! So I may not be going. Jeri and I are pretty much high and dry here, so I might nab Alissa's keys (she's not going home this weekend) and play at the barn all weekend with Jeri.
It's warm out again. Boo.
I miss the whole OHMIGOSHIT'SCOLD.
But I'll live, I suppose.
I miss you guys, though!
-El
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Just off the key of reason
So, this morning was a shocker. It's been cool off, but not too bad.
I guess last night was bitterly cold, though! I had such a hard time waking up for some reason (mind was telling me the inevitable: it's not worth getting up. Note to self. Listen to it more often. It's right.) but when I got outside, it was freezing!
There was dew, but it was frozen and all the grass was brittle.
Math Class is in 'old main' which is typically a sauna. I guess they left the windows open overnight, so the room was an icecube. I wasn't even tempted to sleep due to the fact that it was too freakin' cold!
It was unpleasent.
Note to self number two.
Find more close toed shoes.
Get ready to put flipflops away.
Figure out how to make bed warmer.
Joy.
Beyond that, I'm looking forward to tonight. It's one of those days where I don't actually have anything to do. My list:
Clean the room. (Organized chaos, but with an incoming printer, I need to redo the shelves so I have room for it)
Do laundry (or at least the horse-stuff. I'm running out of clean polo shirts. Joy.)
Go to wal-mart. (Make LIST for walmart!)
Go to the bookstore (Kristen wants to pick up the newest star wars book. I'll go along for the ride and probably come out with books).
Vacuum the room again. With boots, we get strange things.
Also:
Wash bed sheets (Ugh) and then make bed.
Things that probably WILL happen tonight:
Clean room, wal-mart, bookstore, and laundry.
At least I'm practical.
Beyond that, life's been dull, as mentioned earlier.
Kristen's car has been whacky. Apparently a valve in the engine wasn't shutting, so she had her 'check engine' light on. Long story short, she took it to a place to get it checked out on monday, yesterday dropped it off at a place that could FIX it..
and today, hopefully she's getting it back.
Stupid cars.
Other than that, you all have been holding out on me!!!! How did I not know that Maggy got a snazzy new car (PICTURES?!?!) and.. well, yes.
Come on!
Tell me things!
Lunch is coming up. I'm going to see if I can nag Alissa next door to come with me when I go. Yay.
Feel free to email me.
moralxintegrity@aim.com
neustadte@findlay.edu
Either or. Those are the two emails that I really read. I need updates!
Take care, everyone!
-El
I guess last night was bitterly cold, though! I had such a hard time waking up for some reason (mind was telling me the inevitable: it's not worth getting up. Note to self. Listen to it more often. It's right.) but when I got outside, it was freezing!
There was dew, but it was frozen and all the grass was brittle.
Math Class is in 'old main' which is typically a sauna. I guess they left the windows open overnight, so the room was an icecube. I wasn't even tempted to sleep due to the fact that it was too freakin' cold!
It was unpleasent.
Note to self number two.
Find more close toed shoes.
Get ready to put flipflops away.
Figure out how to make bed warmer.
Joy.
Beyond that, I'm looking forward to tonight. It's one of those days where I don't actually have anything to do. My list:
Clean the room. (Organized chaos, but with an incoming printer, I need to redo the shelves so I have room for it)
Do laundry (or at least the horse-stuff. I'm running out of clean polo shirts. Joy.)
Go to wal-mart. (Make LIST for walmart!)
Go to the bookstore (Kristen wants to pick up the newest star wars book. I'll go along for the ride and probably come out with books).
Vacuum the room again. With boots, we get strange things.
Also:
Wash bed sheets (Ugh) and then make bed.
Things that probably WILL happen tonight:
Clean room, wal-mart, bookstore, and laundry.
At least I'm practical.
Beyond that, life's been dull, as mentioned earlier.
Kristen's car has been whacky. Apparently a valve in the engine wasn't shutting, so she had her 'check engine' light on. Long story short, she took it to a place to get it checked out on monday, yesterday dropped it off at a place that could FIX it..
and today, hopefully she's getting it back.
Stupid cars.
Other than that, you all have been holding out on me!!!! How did I not know that Maggy got a snazzy new car (PICTURES?!?!) and.. well, yes.
Come on!
Tell me things!
Lunch is coming up. I'm going to see if I can nag Alissa next door to come with me when I go. Yay.
Feel free to email me.
moralxintegrity@aim.com
neustadte@findlay.edu
Either or. Those are the two emails that I really read. I need updates!
Take care, everyone!
-El
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The song that summer sings, the chill that autumn brings
So, life has been fairly uneventful.
The past week has been 'blah', and this week has been equally 'blah'. There is nothing interesting going on. How quickly I've fallen into the rote of, "How was your day?"
"normal."
Surprise, surprise.
Tuesdays are still my least favorite day of all time. It's an 8 AM to an 8:20 PM day, and it drives me crazy! Food? Definitely optional. Oh, well.
Today, I had to present a 10 page paper on respect. Random people were drawn at the barn to write papers on various topics. I went fourth, hoping that everyone would be slightly asleep by that time. I apparently, had that all planned out, but what I didn't plan was that people were actually paying attention to me.
Guh.
Karma, oh, how I hate you. I can stand infront of a class of sixty people and read off a paper, no problem. I can even do a presentation on it, without issue. But when every single one of them is actually paying attention me? Oh, yeah.
Houstan, we have a problem.
Mayday, Mayday.
Oh, well. Apparently I had the 'most interesting paper'. Go, me?
This weekend was.. interesting.
No word is so loaded as 'interesting'. Okay, well, maybe 'unique'.
But we had the strangest weather going on. From wed-fri, it was cool and breezy. It was absolutely beautiful. Then again, that's just me (and Dad!) speaking. I, for one, love the fall and the weather it brings.
For a few days there, it felt like fall.
Then the weekend hits, and BAM, rain BAM humidity BAM heat. It's like chicago in August. It was gross. And the barn was all squishy and mushy, and everything was (slightly) flooded. No damage to anything, but the wind blew water in. Ugh.
But I'd been fighting off a cold and felt the need to sleep a majority of my weekend away. I would love to have it back to sleep it away, again! But that's just me. I'm feeling better now (yay!) but I need to restock on musinex. Oh, boy. For such vile stuff as it is, it really DOES work.
Note to self -- Lesson to be learned, here?!?!?
Beyond that, this week has been fairly uneventful. I chose to sleep through sunday night, instead of going out to Outback for a friend's party. Sleep & getting better > hanging out and doing god knows what.
Call me crazy. I like sleep.
New conclusion:
Some of the most interesting conversations I'll ever have, are going to be when I'm half asleep with my roommate.
The other night at about 1, I woke up coughing. I got up to take my inhaler and get a drink of water.. earlier that day (It was sunday) the power had gone out *-more on this later-* and my iHome had gone off and then on again. It has a really bright LED light that I normally put to 'dim', but before I went to sleep I hadn't done it.
So I'm up and around in my big white T-shirt, and the water bottle crackles.
Kristen BOLTS up in bed and says "INTRUDER!" really loudly. Scared the bejesus out of me!
The night before that, she said "No! I won't! You can't make me do it!" I tease her that she's having nightmares about her speech class....
But yeah. Fun times.
**Back to weather!
Apparently those of you in Illinois are getting rained off the map. My sympathies. However, here, we really haven't had much beyond wind. Huge gusts on Sunday, saturday, the power was knocked out for a bit (while I was in the shower. Go figure.) and then Sunday it was out for about five minutes and then on again.
Oh, yay.
But the seasons almost feel like they're changing. The air in the morning is cool, if not downright cold and there's a crisp to it that wakens me every time I can manage to drag myself out of the room.
It's truly lovely. I can't wait to see what it's like with the leaves changing colours.
Hope the rain hasn't gotten to any of you too badly!
-El
The past week has been 'blah', and this week has been equally 'blah'. There is nothing interesting going on. How quickly I've fallen into the rote of, "How was your day?"
"normal."
Surprise, surprise.
Tuesdays are still my least favorite day of all time. It's an 8 AM to an 8:20 PM day, and it drives me crazy! Food? Definitely optional. Oh, well.
Today, I had to present a 10 page paper on respect. Random people were drawn at the barn to write papers on various topics. I went fourth, hoping that everyone would be slightly asleep by that time. I apparently, had that all planned out, but what I didn't plan was that people were actually paying attention to me.
Guh.
Karma, oh, how I hate you. I can stand infront of a class of sixty people and read off a paper, no problem. I can even do a presentation on it, without issue. But when every single one of them is actually paying attention me? Oh, yeah.
Houstan, we have a problem.
Mayday, Mayday.
Oh, well. Apparently I had the 'most interesting paper'. Go, me?
This weekend was.. interesting.
No word is so loaded as 'interesting'. Okay, well, maybe 'unique'.
But we had the strangest weather going on. From wed-fri, it was cool and breezy. It was absolutely beautiful. Then again, that's just me (and Dad!) speaking. I, for one, love the fall and the weather it brings.
For a few days there, it felt like fall.
Then the weekend hits, and BAM, rain BAM humidity BAM heat. It's like chicago in August. It was gross. And the barn was all squishy and mushy, and everything was (slightly) flooded. No damage to anything, but the wind blew water in. Ugh.
But I'd been fighting off a cold and felt the need to sleep a majority of my weekend away. I would love to have it back to sleep it away, again! But that's just me. I'm feeling better now (yay!) but I need to restock on musinex. Oh, boy. For such vile stuff as it is, it really DOES work.
Note to self -- Lesson to be learned, here?!?!?
Beyond that, this week has been fairly uneventful. I chose to sleep through sunday night, instead of going out to Outback for a friend's party. Sleep & getting better > hanging out and doing god knows what.
Call me crazy. I like sleep.
New conclusion:
Some of the most interesting conversations I'll ever have, are going to be when I'm half asleep with my roommate.
The other night at about 1, I woke up coughing. I got up to take my inhaler and get a drink of water.. earlier that day (It was sunday) the power had gone out *-more on this later-* and my iHome had gone off and then on again. It has a really bright LED light that I normally put to 'dim', but before I went to sleep I hadn't done it.
So I'm up and around in my big white T-shirt, and the water bottle crackles.
Kristen BOLTS up in bed and says "INTRUDER!" really loudly. Scared the bejesus out of me!
The night before that, she said "No! I won't! You can't make me do it!" I tease her that she's having nightmares about her speech class....
But yeah. Fun times.
**Back to weather!
Apparently those of you in Illinois are getting rained off the map. My sympathies. However, here, we really haven't had much beyond wind. Huge gusts on Sunday, saturday, the power was knocked out for a bit (while I was in the shower. Go figure.) and then Sunday it was out for about five minutes and then on again.
Oh, yay.
But the seasons almost feel like they're changing. The air in the morning is cool, if not downright cold and there's a crisp to it that wakens me every time I can manage to drag myself out of the room.
It's truly lovely. I can't wait to see what it's like with the leaves changing colours.
Hope the rain hasn't gotten to any of you too badly!
-El
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