Holli Rausch

I watched CSI for the first time on Thursday night. I wasn’t really interested in doing so (that’s why it was my first time), but Miles talked me into it. It was pretty good, I’d have to say. There were a couple times where I’d have to not watch because I’m a girl and get queesy. We talked for a really long time…and concluded that the futon I’m using is not good for talking a really long time. I was in pain on Friday.

I spent a lot of time on Friday doing a lot of nothing. I ate lunch with many people that day. It was a nice ‘farewell party’. In attendance: Miles, Gil, Phil, Millar, Swett, and myself. I was supposed to get pictures of Comedy Bytes from Gil, that was the whole point of eating lunch, but that didn’t happen. I do have them now, so check them out on Flickr.

Miles and I went to visit some people in the College of Business and found out it was Dean Tom Halverson’s Birthday the day before. We left him two wonderful Birthday wishes. He liked mine the best, though though. I spent the afternoon packing, caught an episode of Seinfeld with Miles, spilled ice cream on his floor, and headed home. I stopped in Sioux Falls to pick up a couple sweaters – thanks, Mom!

We went to Council Bluffs, Iowa this weekend to visit Grandpa Leaders. It always is a good time. We even learned through the game Balderdash, that pahoehoe means both “Indian twins” and “the plural form of pahoe, meaning homosexual livestock (ie. gay bull)”. Marissa cleverly made up a new saying, “You just got sor’d!” It’s my personal goal to spread that around. Make it yours, too.

I was lying on the floor in the hotel stairwell, talking on the phone with Miles, when I decided to sit up. I look down the hall and a guy has dropped his bags and started running towards me. I realized that he thought I was dead or something. I yelled, “Oh! No, I’m OK! Just talking on the phone. Sorry!” I think he was close to having a heart attack. Dad had just told me I better not lie down like I was because I look dead. Parents know best…!

Grandpa’s church is looking for a new pastor and had a guy from Texas give the message today. It was 53 minutes long. I couldn’t believe it! The entire service was over 90 minutes. It makes me want to become Jewish, like everyone on Seinfeld.

I bought more clothes today – thanks again, Mom! It’s all pretty exciting. I wasn’t a huge fan of shopping until…well, Friday. Merry Christmas to me. And now we’re home. And I’m doing laundry and acting like a luger. I’ll probably go visit my HS teachers sometime this week and brag about how I’m out of school for almost a month, going to Florida, and having tons of fun without them.

Orlando countdown: 9 days Money left to earn: spending cash Probability: Better, once I receive Christmas money Things left to buy before we leave: larger camera memory card, gas, food (we’re paying for food before we leave)

OK, bye bye!

I woke up yesterday in late morning, (see previous post’s time and you’ll understand why) and everything for the rest of the day seemed to completely fly by because I basically didn’t experience Wednesday morning. I was glad I took time to study the midterm test for my final in Web Publishing I, because 10 of the 12 midterm questions were on the final test. The final was only 10 questions long.

I spent the next two hours running around and trying to get things done. I decided I would have gotten the same amount of things done if I had woken up earlier…it just would have been done at a slower pace. I even took 3 minutes out of my ‘busy’ schedule to play a round of Dance Dance Revolution in one of my girls’ rooms. Softball freshman, Reba Sabo had surgery on her ACL and another something-something-L about 8 weeks ago. She just got off her crutches over the Thanksgiving break and still smoked everyone in her DDR skills. For shame.

Miles visited my room and I told him the name of every person in every picture in my room. I’d be willing to bet he doesn’t remember any one of them. We watched a little Seinfeld and then went with Kendra Weisser and Jen Sixta for Wings night…and decided to go to Lon’s Cocktail instead because we weren’t in the mood to wait 3 hours for food. I introduced Miles to cheeseball dipped in ranch, and I think it was a hit. It had been a while since really spending some time with Kendra and Jen…it was a nice refresher. :)

Miles and I rented Ray and started to watch it back at my room when the time came to go cheap bowling. Among the bowlers: Miles, David, Swett, Millar, Dan, Kevin, Allie, Marissa, Sara, Noah, and Amanda. Nikki Duffy and her boyfriend Trevor were also there, but not in the neighboring lane as they usually are. For shame. All night, it seemed as though I’d get out of performing the turkey walk, because the best anyone could do was a double. However, as my lane bowled our last frame, David decided to be a luger and bowl his third strike. I did my gobble thing, and Swett enjoyed documenting the event with his new camera. I didn’t even get my normal beverage out of the deal!

Holly and Miles like to speak in British accents lately and Miles carried that over to bowling. David even gave it a go. When I try, I sound more Australian. It doesn’t help much that I throw in sayings like mate or shrimp on the barbie or even quote Elaine in saying Maybe the dingo ate your baby! So I just don’t try hard any more. In any case, I’ll say words like bloody and toddie in a completely obvious American accent…and wear my scarf the way Brits do. That’s as close as I’ll let myself get.

We returned to the dorms, exchanged handshakes with David, and finished the movie. We concluded that it’s OK to make jokes in poor taste about a person’s misfortune, as long as we do it together. And not in public. We also decided that Miles probably still would though though.

Bedtime came shortly thereafter and I woke up this morning to finish my Photoshop portfolio book on the Tropicana advertisement campaign and presented it. I’m the RA on duty, so I’ll be sticking around the place today. The game at KJAM was cancelled for tonight. It’s about 17 degrees out and blowing snow like a madman. A zip-up sweatshirt was a bad choice.

Orlando countdown: 12 days Money left to earn: spending cash Probability: I’ll have some Current checkbook balance: $184.58 Things left to buy before we leave: larger camera memory card, gas, food (we’re paying for food before we leave), pay back Jenni, cell phone bill

OK, bye bye!

I was “woke up” Monday morning by a phone call from Miles, making sure I don’t miss my Biology final; I was already awake. :)

Well, last night was the first performance Comedy Bytes has performed with its newest members: Miles, Marci, and Mike. MMM……. Twice as many people showed up as I expected. It was a good turn out. SAB had to get out more chairs from other places so that everyone had a seat, even! It seemed to get lots of laughs, however I never cease to be amazed at the things an audience will laugh at. Hot jokes for the evening: “your mom” comments about Ben’s mom, a snowboard outing gone terribly terribly wrong and I end up with a bruise on my tushie, a male giving birth, and anything that even remotely referred to sex. (I think it’s because Miles and I watched the Seinfeld episode, The Mango and it transferred from us to them…if you’ve seen it, you’ll understand.) I really feel like I’m at a higher educational institute. But, I suppose you give what the people want. It also doesn’t help when you’re improvising with someone and you know exactly where the scene will end; either with a bloody nose or feeling violated in some way. It’s hard to escape it, though though. Paul resigned from the group without coming out and saying why exactly. We all have our ideas. It makes my heart sad. *insert sad face*

I had girl night with my potential future roommates: Kensi, Danielle, and Sara. They were watching “The Perfect Man”. I’ve never been huge in to typical chick flicks…and it was just that. Also, there is no perfect man, or woman. There are people who are perfect for certain people. But they still have their imperfections, which makes them wonderful. A good relationship isn’t built on a good orchid sent to the woman, or a nicely written letter. Those are wonderful things and a woman would cherish them, but they honestly don’t lead to a wonderful relationship. Talking about nothing in particular and even still being interested in the conversation because you want to hear what the other person has to say; being content with sitting around and doing nothing; throwing fish at a friend (the best thing in the world to do with a friend). Those are a few things that make a good friendship or relationship. Also, see the previous post.

I repaid the “wake up” call favor this morning. :)

Today I worked at KJAM for a few hours. I DJ’d on the FM side, which is a little different from the AM side. In my opinion, the biggest thing is that more people listen. That station is more common to be played around town in stores. I even had one of my residents tell me she heard me on the radio while she was at work. Things were about “A-” worthy in the DJ area, if given a grade. I did, however, give the wrong call sign as I signed off the air and had to correct myself. That was upsetting. My boss laughed at me.

Fear the Turkey Drama Club had our Christmas party tonight. I received a daily planner and the game ANTS IN THE PANTS. Only, when I played it…it was more like ANTS IN DAVID’S GLASS OF POP. The ants didn’t get very sticky. Mainly because I was horrible at making the grasshopper-like ants to make it in David‘s pop. He was better than I, I’ll admit. But he’d make a pretty ugly girl.

Then we went to the Holly-Bob house. We includes: Lisa, Ben, Miles, and myself. We watched some movies they had made over the past couple of years, which was entertaining…as expected. And we watched the video of Comedy Bytes. It has inspired me to stop laughing, because I could hear myself…and it’s not attractive or quiet. I didn’t enjoy the way it sounded. So that’s it. Cold shoulder.

While leaving, it started to rainsnow. It was snowing rain, basically. It was not at all fun to stand in. And yet, I stood in it for a really long time. I went to Miles’ apartment to consume only one episode of Seinfeld. As it turns out, we didn’t watch any episodes. But talked for close to 5 hours. One of my favorite parts was us discussing the correct term for someone who fences. Is it fencer? Are you a fence player? I decided since you can be a golfer, not a golf player, it must indeed be a fencer. We then went through and listed all of the terms that would describe someone playing a sport, ending in “er”. Luger was the most fun to say out loud. It sounds like you are being mean and saying loser, but really you are just describing someone who Luges. It has been a great 10 hours. And I just returned to my room. I’ll be getting lots of sleep shortly.

OK, bye bye!