Archive for February, 2006

No sarcasm here…

We went to Marshall this weekend to visit my HS friend Katie and Miles’ brother Bryce and his girlfriend Lindsey. Worst weekend ever. Doesn’t deserve a picture; I didn’t take any anyway. It wasn’t even meanwhile, I mean worthwhile.

First off, Miles and I almost die driving there. I couldn’t see the road for most of the trip and I’m pretty sure I ran over a little kid on the outskirts of Lynd.

After two hours of driving, we finally got there. My entire body was tense and hurts everywhere. We walked in the door and were welcomed by Bryce and Lindsey; I could tell right away that it was going to suck. To top it off, we’d missed 30 minutes of Arrested Development’s two hour finale. I decided to call Katie. Maybe she could save me from this place.

Wrong. She was just as boring. Why did I ever hang out with her in HS? Anyway, I played along with her ho-hum small talk. Hoping to break the ice, Bryce showed me his computer desktop wallpaper. I had created it for him, once-upon-a-time. I didn’t like how it turned out. But I suppose it was a nice gesture for him to display it. He asked me what we should do and I suggested playing Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture 2. It was Bryce and Lindsey vs. Miles, Katie, and myself. I suppose it was an OK time. Bryce kept cracking jokes, and I pretended to laugh so that I at least seemed polite. But none of the jokes were funny. Katie’s friend Lori came over. She didn’t seem to be very boring. But I didn’t get to talk to her much.

Our team didn’t win. I acted like a good sport, but deep down I really wanted to beat them. Hard. We went to bed. Finally, a relief from these horrible horrible people.

Miles was sick and didn’t sleep well. I slept all right, but my body was still extremely tense. We ate lunch at Burger King, where Bryce started counting how many times I rolled my eyes. In the 45 minutes of eating, I rolled them 5 times. This “friendly” counting game continued for the rest of the weekend. If only he had seen how many times I rolled my eyes when my back was to him. Miles told him that I roll them a lot, but I know he was just covering for me. Bryce then took us on a tour of Southwest Minnesota State Univ. And of the Spur office, where he’s the sports editor. He showed us some pictures of himself in a night gown. That was probably the most interesting part of the weekend. He offered to buy me a piece of art that I commented on in a gallery at the school. I am fairly certain he wasn’t serious and was just searching for something to say. I was tempted to tell him I’d like that, just to make things awkward. Anyway, we went back to his apartment and headed to Katie’s. Boring. Then we ate some of Lindsey’s lasagna. It was OK. It at least didn’t seem to be as bad as her chip dip from a week ago.

We went to the basketball game. Nothing exciting there either. Didn’t run into any other HS friends to possibly save me. Mustangs lost, as I expected. I also discovered that I didn’t know where my cell phone was. We went back to his apartment and after a long, drawn out, not funny game of making a list of what to do, we went to rent a movie. It was a non-comedy, non-romantic, non-good movie entitled Red Eye. Also sucked. I tried to fall asleep after the movie, but my body hurt too much. So I read my literature, ugh! I tried sleeping again and succeeded.

When we woke up, Bryce informed us that David had posted. We went to Mass, where Katie was supposed to be waiting for us but wasn’t. There wasn’t enough room for three of us to fit in one pew. So Miles sat behind me and Bryce. Bryce leaned over and said, “At last, we’re alone.” I politely joked back, “I’ve been waiting for this my whole life,” but I hated every minute of it. We went to Katie’s to see what was up, and she was sick.  She slept through her alarm.  My cell phone wasn’t there.  I said goodbye to her.

Miles was too sick to talk. Every time he tried, he started coughing and dying a little. So I became his voice. This meant I had to talk twice as much to Bryce and Lindsey. My lucky day. We ate at Tony‘s favorite Marshall eatery, Mike’s cafe. We played two stupid games, at the suggestion of Bryce, to pass the time. Then I pretended I was sad to be leaving and hugged them good bye. Free at last.

In conclusion, I found my cell phone. It fell out of my pocket in my car. Horrible weekend.

Went to Big Stone, but never saw one…

Miles and Holli in Big Stone CityWell, now that the blog is back up and running, I figure it’s time to post about my weekend in Miles‘ hometown, Big Stone City, SD.

We (Miles, David, and I) left Madison near 6:00 on Friday and were well on our way. We dropped David off and arrived at Miles’ house. After being hugged and sniffed (don’t forget, they have three dogs), we settled in for some pizza and catching up. I had met his family on Christmas Day in Sioux Falls, but didn’t get to have much of a conversation with anyone. The “I Love Iowa” graphic I made for The Honorable Val Rausch a few weeks ago was conveniently on display behind Pizza Ranch coupons. I’d imagine he was being threatened at the capital for having it.

Tony came over and we set in to watch a movie upstairs, Ghostbusters 2. Turns out, there was a ghost special on TV, followed by a second ghost special. So we didn’t watch the movie. David, Tyler, and two chicks came over, too and we all had a laugh or two. My back started hurting so I was going to walk around and found Paula watching TV downstairs and talked with her for a while; mainly about computers and teaching. Bed time was later.

Woke up Saturday morning earlier than planned and woke up Miles. He enjoyed that a hecka lot. We took our Art History II online quiz, which was twice as frustrating as expected. And I remembered that I had to write something for Literature, ughhh! We ate some lunch, almost saw Molly eat food that the dog ate from, said hello to Tony, and went on a tour of Big Stone City, SD and Ortonville, MN. We tried to get into the Rausch Bros. building, but Miles didn’t know anything and couldn’t find the key. On the tours I saw a cemetery, almost got hit by a train, almost hit a dog, took lots of pictures, froze my toes off, saw relatives’ houses, saw The Honorable’s office and some of his equipment, and saw some other interesting things that Miles would explain to me. Then I’d remember that I had to write something for Literature, ugghhh!

Tony and Holli Miles, Tony, and I watched the movie version of Chicago, which I had seen on Broadway in London last March. It was very good and reminded me a lot of the on-stage one, but there were a couple characters that I liked casted in London better than in the movie. I’ve had the show’s songs stuck in my head all week. We ate spaghetti, which Tony was too good for. Then I went upstairs to write my thing for Literature, uggggghhhhhhh! Tony taught me how to play cribbage, and although I don’t suck, I think I got sor’d. David, Tyler, and Kelsey came over and it was decided that we’d play Apples to Apples; Paula bought it earlier that day.

The first round, when Miles picked the card, he picked mine. Yippeee! Then when I picked the card, I picked his. Crazy…! Then everything went downhill. Every time the card I laid down was read, Miles would laugh/scoff under his breath. He didn’t know they were mine, but after every round I was sure to inform him that he scoffed at mine. He felt bad every time. I think. Finally he stopped laughing at all. Then the game seemed to stop. And everybody left or went to bed.

We woke up for Mass on Sunday and Brenna and I shared a book thing…I don’t know what they’re actually called. I often would say “God” instead of “Lord” and such things when reading from it. Oops. But Miles and Paula’s guitar playing sounded great, so that makes up for it. I even got my voice blessed, but I didn’t know what was happening. Molly and Brenna argued about how they were related to some people in church. It ended up that Brenna was right. Then we went to Milbank for a pancake feed. I saw Paula’s school and we bought groceries and picked up David and I drove back so Miles could finish up a sketch for Comedy Bytes. I fell asleep for an hour back at Miles’ apartment while he wrote some more and made supper. I was in my dorm and in bed by 11:30 I think.

Two similarities I had with Miles’ sisters this weekend: Brenna – Knights of Columbus free throw thing. I don’t know how far she was on Sunday, but I think she might have been at the level I was at when I lost. I haven’t heard how she did. Molly – USD Governor’s Leadership Luncheon. She was filling out her information for the event while I was there and I tried to help her. Good thing there’s white out. If you google “Holli Gregg”, my thing at the Luncheon comes up somewhere on the first page.

This weekend we head to Marshall, MN to meet up with my good friend Katie Burnight, and Miles’ brother Bryce among many others. It should be an extremely great time. Yay for travels.

I hope to get a new theme sometime soon.

OK, bye bye!

Exit light…

This morning on DSU’s newest campus internet radio station, KDSU, Dr. Berman played Metallica’s Enter Sandman. (Ironically, Miles had just mentioned the song last night.) It got me thinking of sleep. More so, thinking of my dreams. Often, my dreams good or bad are of things that can actually happen. A friend’s death, working at camp, doing RA rounds, going to class, DJing at KJAM, and everyday things. One dream I had close to five years ago still seems as ridiculous today as it did the morning after.

Dream background: I had a classmate in High School who was born with a hand that had not fully developed. We’ll call him Tom. Eric and Katie dated in High School for a little while.

A bunch of us were at a drive-in movie theater. In the car other than myself Stay Puft marshmallow manare Tom, Eric, and Katie. We were on a double date. Tom’s hands were both of normal size. We were enjoying the movie, when the giant Stay Puft marshmallow man tore through the screen! This monster began detroying everything. He walked on cars, on people, and ate trees. Then he stepped on our car. Katie and Eric were crushed to death -their relationship didn’t last long in real life either. I survived with no real injuries. Tom wasn’t so lucky. He survived yes, but was in a lot of pain. I came to his aid and soon found out that his pain was coming from his left hand. Stay Puft had crushed it when he stepped on the car. Unfortunately, it healed as a shrivled hand. I wake up here.

The other day, I had woken up and fell back asleep for a few minutes before getting ready for class. I started to dream. I dreamt that I had turned my alarm clock off and fallen back asleep and was sleeping through my morning classes. Then, in my dream I start yelling, “No! You aren’t dreaming that you’ve overslept. This really is happening! You’ve gotta get up NOW!” I woke up with a start and looked at my clock. It was 9:34…Web Publishing II starts at 9:30. I remembered that my clock is five minutes fast. I put on my glasses, threw on a sweatshirt, grabbed my computer, and headed to class. Turns out, my professor was running late as well and I arrived before he took attendance. Lucky me.

Dreams are strange.