My Future Career

I have been really thinking about my future lately and I go back and forth between working at some kind of publishing firm, a drug and rehabilitation center, or working in the field of country music. Last night I logged into CMT.com to cast my vote for the cma's, and it hit me. This is what I am meant to do. Country music is my calling, whether it is being a publicist for a country artist, a personal assistant (Margaret said I'd be good at that) or a producer, or even a video jockey for the top twenty countdown, country music is my passion! Although I am often tempted by the thought of counseling people back to health at places with names such as "Serenity Ranch" or pouring over manuscripts, determining if a comma really belongs in that particular spot, it is country that has stolen my heart. Now that leads me to a new dilema though: HOW DO I GET THERE? WHAT STEPS MUST I TAKE IN ORDER TO HAVE THIS CAREER??? Enough with the caps, but seriously, I am at a loss. Any ideas or suggestions?

Also, on a lighter (literally!) note, I am a blond now. I welcome any dumb blond jokes or prejudices that come with the territory of having beautiful, golden hair.

Keep your eyes open for my next investigative blog piece!
-Martha

How Embarrassing

LEWIS and Clark.

BOWling

I am at a bowling ally right now and it is surprisingly not smokey. Must be WA state's new laws. Today, I was sitting in my dorm room and opened my window. The frigid air hit my face and for some reason, a feeling of euphoria washed over me. It must have been the combination of fresh H20 and the heat blowing from the vent on my ankles. I was hot and cold whiiiiiich TRANSITIONS ME TO MY NEXT TOPIC! Madge and I are currently in the process of choreographing a dance to newcomer Katy Perry's new hit single, "Hot and Cold." It definitely needs work, but it is coming along quite nicely. I lied earlier, i am not actually bowling, I am watching my Clare and Madge and other college seniors bowl, while I "study for my midterm" Ha.

This week in my history class we are discussing the expansion west, manifest destiny etc. I naturally became very excited-after all, I have west coast fever. I LOVE IT! However, I was royally ticked with today's lecture. Why you ask? Well let me answer your question with a question. When you think lousianna purchase, salt works, Seaside OR, explorers, ones responsible for the wonderful west coast, who do you think of? If you said Louis and Clark, then you guessed right! But wait! In my COLLEGE LEVEL HISTORY CLASS, there was nary a mention of our favorite ground-breaking, life changing, cultural landscaping, duo. I almost screamed in outrage. The nerve of that professor.

I am so mad I can't type any longer.

-Martha

SO GOOD! Reliving my childhood. Ellen and Clare, this goes out to you!

GIMME PIZZA!!!

Ten points to anyone who knows what movie that title is from. Ellen this means you. I had some delicious pumpkin fro yo today. With gummy bears. It was Clare's treat, of course she doesn't know this yet, seeing as how I told her I'd pay her back. Muhahahaha! My new, fabulous friend Abby treated Michelle, Amy, and myself to pizza from dominos this evening and we were enjoying it until Abby said something that will prevent me from looking at pizza the smae way from this point on. "The pepperoni tastes like iron" she said. "Ew, what do you mean?" was the collective response. "You know, like blood." DIS-gusting. Off to print some documents for history-maybe my friend Emily will summarize them for me!

This weekend is family weekend at GU. Can't wait to see the folks.

I'll have fun fun fun till my daddy takes my t-bird away!
-mar

Dear Margaret,

YES. You did steal my blog. But thanks for driving me around this weekend.

Love,

  Martha

Year of Self Improvement

Tomorrow, I get my hair cut. AIIIIIEEEEE! Nervous. I'm sure it will turn out fine, after all it is just hair and it will grow back. Also, I keep telling myself it is all part of my summer of self-improvement. With my new purse and pierced ears, new hair will just be icing on the cake. Speaking of self-improvement, I saw an advertisement for an etiquette class. It was 25 dollars though so I quickly ruled out that idea. I really want to be in Black Butte right now at the driving range. Most people get cravings for food (I do too) but I most often crave places. Ah, Black Butte. Anyone want to fly me there? Or send a car for me? Also, could you make it so that it is a balmy 75 degrees out? Thanks.

-Mar

Olive Garden-When You're Here, You're Family

Last night I devoured what was perhaps the best meal I'd had in four weeks. My old friend Tara was in town with her parents for x-country and they graciously treated Nicole, Rachel and I to dinner. In case the title didn't clue you in, we ate at Olive Garden. I always thought the never ending (or is it bottomless?) breadsticks was an exaggeration. They might give you, say, three refills, then they charge you. WRONG. They just kept coming, and coming, and coming. So delicious. This morning, we are going to Tara's race-I've never been to a cross country race before. When I asked if we should stand at the finish line, (I figured that would be the most important part of the race) her parents laughed slightly and said "oh no, we run around the course with her!" For the life of me, I couldn't imagine myself running around this three mile track, trying to keep up with a certified cross country runner. I was about to cry at the thought-I could already feel the burn in my calves and lack of oxygen in my lungs- when her mom said words the most glorious words, "but I have a broken toe, so I'll just be standing at the finish line." I hopped on that bandwagon like it was my JOB. "Don't worry, I don't mind standing with you. The others can run around with Mike. You and I will just wait for them all at the end." Good God. I had no idea how strenuous these meets could be on the fans. Anyway, got to go get ready. Nice talking to you all! I am going to get some genuine cowboy boots at the general store!

-Martha

Acid Trip

We are watching a movie in French class, and I swear, I feel like I am on drugs when I watch it. I can't make sense out of anything that happens. Thankfully, the teacher wasn't there today and we were able to stop the movie fifteen minutes early because we just couldn't handle it. I am sending out my request to the Cooleys for brownies. Can't WAIT! This weekend, I plan on going to an imax movie with madge. Hopefully it will live up to my expectations. I really have NOTHING to say.

Good day! I said good day!
-Mar

LADYBUG!!!

Just had a near death experience with a lady bug in Cach Twins room. I hate those things. I hate the sound they make when they fly, I hate the yellow pus they exude when stepped on, I hate the way they smell, I hate the way they are round. I hate everything about them. I cowered under a blanket until they swatted the little devil out the window. My heart was pounding.

I was over at Clare's earlier and Margaret and I were watching Intervention. It is such a high-quality show. So intense and dramatic, yet uplifting all the same (well, most of the time. Only when they get help, which is 95% of the time.) I plan on going over later and watching it again. Also, in other news related to Clare's house, Cach twins and I are going to go over there and cook dinner because we are sick of the COG food and need a real meal. Plus I thought it would be nice to treat her housemates to din din, just because they have been so nice to me since I've been here. Bonus: I figure this will give me an opportunity to get to know Clare's boyfriend John better. Hope he like lasagna!

Thats all!
-Mar

Ode to Garth

I KNOW I have already blogged about Garth Brooks, but I can't seem to get enough. His music just speaks to my soul. Currently, I am listening to standing outside the fire. Amy, Michelle and I think this song is all about taking chances and not letting the fear of failure stop you. 

Online shopping has become my new vice. In the mail, I received some perfume and microdelivery mini peel pads. Oh! What she's doing now!!! My favorite line from that song is when he say "filling up my mind, and emptying my heart." So poetic. Anyway, the facial stuff seems to be helping... 

I hope to go to a pumpkin patch soon. It just wouldn't be fall without a carved pumpkin! I am doing laundry today, and it is a chore I actually enjoy. I love the scent original tide. mmm.

I went to Gonzaga's closest thing to a school dance last night. Let me tell you, it was gross. The way the girls were dancing and dressed was reminiscent of a Nelly video, and the guys seemed to be on the PROWL! Nasty. But it was fun regardless.

I am getting my haircut this monday! Whoohoo! Homework time. Then I will have to drag amy's "sick" butt out of bed so we can go get brunch.

I'm shameless when it comes to lovin you... 

Commercials Locale

The other day, I was online shopping, when I suddenly began singing the jingle of a commercial in Spokane. It goes like this: "Come on in to the cathay inn, come on in to the cathay inn." It is a chinese place that, inexplicably, looks like a hotel. Literally one second after I finished singing, THE COMMERCIAL CAME ON THE TV!!! Megan and I nearly fell out of our chairs we were in such shock. I have always thought I had some psychic ability, and this incident just perpetuates the idea. Right now, people are blasting rap right next door. Truly obscene lyrics. And it is really annoying for the people who are trying to do homework (or blog.)

ttfn!

-Martha

but A pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

I am sitting, listening to Babsie poo sing some Dixie Chicks. Traveling Soldier to be exact. This brings back a memory of myself arguing with Clare and Ellen. They claimed that the piccolo player and the girl with a bow in her hair were different people. My thoughts? The line "nobody really cared, but a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair." The answer lies in the article. A. Singular. These girls are one in the same. I won the argument to say the least. If you have never heard this song, this most likely means nothing to you. So I apologize. Feel free to give it a listen and tell me what you think.

Off to the mall. PEACE.

-mart

Less of a Person

My lame excuse for a co-writer (does one blog post even count as a co-writer?) told me before I left for school that college makes you "less of a person." I have found this to be absolutely true. The other day, I was sitting at my desk doing some online shopping when my foot began to itch. I raised it up on the cinderblock under my bed and began to scratch. As I was doing that, I thought about how the cinderblock was actually a lot like a pumice stone and I should use it to exfoliate more often. OH MY GOD! I have become less of a person. The sad thing is, I will continue to use it and hope for smoother, brighter skin. Safeway is a huge rip-off. From here on out, it's the dollar store for me!

-Martha