The Ride Back

Oh my soul. The ride back to MBBC from home was so hilarious! Okay, so I rode with Christina Jarvis and John Voorhis. That was a recipe for hilarious antics in and of itself. So anyway, about a half an hour away from Chicago John declared that he needed to use the restroom. So we were looking for a place to stop, didn't find one...didn't find one. We ended up getting to Chicago without ever having found someplace to stop. So then we got stuck in traffic, etc, etc. About two hours after John had declared his need of a BR we finally saw a sign for an oasis. So we exited, but things were looking very un-oasis like. We were all like "Dude, where's the oasis?" Because we got to the end of the ramp and there was nothing. Seriously...nothing. So we drove a couple miles down the rode hoping to find something, but nothing. So when we went to get back on the highway we saw a sign that said "Oasis...1/2 mile." Yeah, pretty sure we'd exited early. It was pretty funny. LOL! Fun times.

Death by Atomic Fireball

Let me just say how lucky I am to be here right now. This morning in harmony class an attempt was made on my life. So there I was, sitting in my seat, staring at the appoggiatura that was being discussed, when all of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my head! Everything started to get dark...the room was spinning all around me. I was brought back to my senses by the giggling of my classmates. I looked around and spyed an Atomic Fireball jawbreaker laying on the floor. Rebecca Ferris had chucked it at me with all her might...without even warning me...even though I wasn't looking up. Oh my. I think she's jealous of my mad skills...If I am found dead someday soon, and the evidence seems fishy or like it's not quite adding up, you'll know where to look....

Thanksgiving

Yay! I'm going home in...just a sec, let me figure it out........thinking........... 15 hours! Woo hoo! Can't wait to see the family and friends and Mr. Bear! Yeah, pretty sure I'm excited. I think the first thing I'm gonna do is do a little happy dance on my doorstep. Then I'll run to my room and do another happy dance. Then I'll grab Mr. Bear and he and I will do a happy dance together. (I can't wait to see his precious little face grinnin up at me! LOL.) Then I'll greet my family (and Jill of course, but she's like family now. = ) ). And kiss my brother on the cheek and tell him I hope his ankle feels better. Ahhh. Can't wait.

Papers and Performances

I had a music history paper due today at 7:20 AM. Oi. So I was up well past my normal bedtime and then well before me normal rising time last night. But I did get a nap this afternoon. (Just a few minutes ago, in fact.) Just before I wrote it, though, I found out that my teacher is a really super hard grader of papers, and that he'd done a HUGE paper on my topic for his masters degree! Oh my soul. It just cracks me up how much "drama" there is in my life. Haha! But, in less than an hour I get to play in Rep Class! Woo hoo! It's really weird, I know, but I LOVE performing! Especially when I feel well prepared (which I do) and ESPECIALLY especially when I'm playing a piece that I love (which I am)! Yay. So I'm heading up to the practice rooms to warm up here in a coupla minutes. Anyway, signing off!

Strange Side Effects of Music Majordom, Especially Brass Majordom

I've noticed some strange side effects of being a brass major, not the least of which are the following:
1) I have a mouthpiece shaped ring on my upper lip. It's there...all...the...time.
2) I have a tendency to get songs stuck in my head...in solfegge. (You know, "do re mi fa sol la ti do." We sing in solfegge in ear training class.)
3) I could tell you what a sharp six half-diminished seventh chord is. I could spell one for you in any key...in any inversion...without even having to think about it for a moment.
4) I am growing fond of the Canadian Brass.
5) When the chimes in the Old Main clock start to play, I hum the harmonies to the songs without even realizing I'm doing it.
6) I'm actually beginning to LIKE practicing.
I'll think of more later, but just now I have to go to Chambers choir rehearsal. Long live the music nerds!

You've Got Mail

Pretty sure that You've Got Mail is my favorite movie in all the world.

Embarrasing Moment #756482394 in the Life of Jennifer Beth Luttrull

So today I was packing my bag in the hallway outside Burckhart Hall, and I was bending over with my back/rear to the doors into Burckhart Hall, when all of a sudden Josh Ledgerwood comes popping out the doors. And he's all "Hey, Jenn!" And I'm all, "Who's greeting me in so perky a manner?" So then I turn around and it's him and I was mortified because my butt was totally just in the air. Like, he recognized me by my butt. Sadness. I was wicked embarrased. LOL. Purty funny.

My Weekend

I had a really great weekend. So the cold sore that I thought was "ruining my life" (to quote Napolean Dynamite), actually turned out to be a blessing. You see, I got a glimpse into the life of a non-music major for a few days. It was pretty cool. On Friday I went for a jog, wasted some time, and stayed up well past reasonable hours playing twister in the basement. It was so fun. Then on Saturday I watched some of the powderpuff football games (yeah to Melford who won overall! we're totally the bomb digity), worked on a paper, and went to Perkins for supper. It was like totally way fun. = ) Other than the paper. LOL. Oh, and on Saturday night I went and hung out in Amy Brundage's room for a little while. That was super fun. She's such an encouragement to me! We talked about boys and how we're both trying to forget about them, etc. LOL. And then I broke out her roommate's guitar and was trying to figure out some chords on it. But I was really bad. Pah hah. But we got some funny pics of me playing the guitar. Can't wait to get those developed. Anyway, yeah. Fun times.

Boys

Boys are confusing little wretches. Actually, I don't think they are at all. I think that they are the most straitforward things in the universe, and us girls just overanalyze them. I think I'm the confused one. You see, I'm a HOPELESS romantic. I love sappy romantic comedies, etc. And I love to daydream about the day that my prince charming will come and sweep me off my feet, etc. But I've been thinking about it here lately, and I kind of wonder if I'm not more suited to a single life. I mean, when I think about dating, I'm all "Oooo I want that!...except I don't want to have to eat EVERY meal with the same person...and I don't want to stay up till midnight every night talking to them...and I don't want to be one of these couples who sits and stares at each other (seriously...what is the point?)...etc, etc." I don't know, maybe if I actually found someone I cared that much about it'd be different. But in the meantime I've decided to put boys from my mind as much as possible. But...LOL. I found this super cute thing on the internet. Now, if having a boyfriend was really like what this describes, I'd be all, "Dude, sign me up!" But until I can find a boy this perfect, I think I'll be content to be free. = )

*i want a boy..

A nice Christian boy.

He'll tell me we're like Corey and Topanga.

He'll give me his favorite sweatshirt.

He'll call me at 3am and ask me what i'm doing.

He'll tell me he couldn't fall asleep because he
was thinking about me, and he needed to hear my voice.

He'll text me every morning before school
saying "Have a great day babe I love you!".

And he always whispers something sweet in my ear.

He'll take me to a concert to see his favorite band.

And he wont get embarrassed to tell me
he loves me in front of his friends.

When I cry he'll tell me I'm too
beautiful and he'll kiss every tear.

When I’m upset he’ll grab my face and
tell me everything will be alright.

He'll always make me feel better because
he knows the perfect things to say to me.

All of his friends will know we're in
love because he'll talk about me to them.

He'll stay up with me all night when im sick.

When we're walking together he'll stop and
pick up a flower and put it behind my ear.

He'll love everything about me and tell me that I'm perfect.

We always end up laughing about silly fights.

We wont get mad for making fun of each other
because we crack up at every bit of it.

Even if we're a million years old, butterflies
will still go crazy inside of me ... Every time he kisses me.

He'll tell me he'd die without me.

He'll surprise me by bringing me over
my favorite food when I'm having a bad day.

When we go out for ice cream, he'll put some on my nose
then I'll put some all over his face.

And we just never stop laughing.

he wouldn’t be scared to cry in front of me--
--and would hold me when I cry.

He'll introduce me to his friends
as the coolest girl he’s ever met.

He'll buy me jewelry and bouncy
balls from vending machines.

We would have contests of how far we could
spit our gum, or how far we could jump off a swing.

He'll take walks with me in the snow, and
we'll catch snowflakes on our tongues.

He doesn't even like snow, but I love it.

And we'd always take pictures in photo booths.

He'll let me go places with his mom.

We would play tag and not care who’s watching.

We'd kiss in the rain.

And when I hear him speak, I'll fall in love all over again.

I want a boy who can argue over stupid things with me,
and then go totally soft when I got sad and apologize.

I want someone who would lay outside under the stars with me.

Someone who will squirt me with water guns in the house.

I want someone to be there no matter what ... always and forever.

Perfect.

I'll be his everything.

And he'll be even more to me.

He will love me for always.

He writes me poems that make me cry,
and he says he’ll catch me when I fall.

*I want a guy who will make me happier than I’ve ever been before.*

Amen. God will provide.

Small Things

Isn't it amazing how small things can seem so huge? Like for instance, I have a cold sore on my lip right now, and it's right where my mouthpiece hits, so I can't practice at all. When I tried the other day, my lip was throbbing after just a few scales. Oi. So, I haven't practiced since Tuesday. Only the music majors could truly understand the significance of this, but let's just say I'm about 6 hours behind in my practice time right now. Luckily Dr. Brown is very understanding, but still. It's frustrating.

The Past Few Days

So the past few days have been on the boring side. But I'm going to write about them anyway. I had two tests today. I think I did pretty well in both of them. The Madrigal choir left for tour today after chapel, which means that some of my homies are gone. (EG- Marc, Rebecca, Lent, etc.) I'm actually ahead in my practice time for once. (miracle of miracles!) I have a really bad cold sore on my lip, which made that getting ahead in the practice time thing quite a painful ordeal. I've decided to stop thinking about boys (quite a revolutionary idea for me!) and let God handle it. Totally. No more daydreaming for Jennifer Beth Luttrull. Um...that's pretty much it. I need to go now because Kelly is probably waiting for me for lunch. So, for now, good bye dear void. (A quote from You've Got Mail that didn't really make sense in this context but i decided to use it anyway. LOL.)

Drama

There's so much drama going on right now in the world of Jennifer Beth Luttrull! I got asked out by Chris, the guy that tried to kill me last weekend (see previous blog), and I turned him down. He's kinda wierd. And then when I was telling one of my friends that this wierd guy asked me out, he was all, "Oh, you mean Matt Rollick?" Turns out I have this freaky stalker guy liking me, too. Matt has been stalking nearly every girl on campus ever since he came to college. Total freak. Anyway, yeah. Why can't I get a normal guy to like me? I'm serious. I'm like a freak magnet or something. LOL.

Back From Dome Day!

Well, Dome Day was a blast! Josh and Clint cracked me up the whole way to South Bend then we dropped them off and it was kinda boring. Then we got in a car accident. That was interesting. Chris drives like a maniac. He was going way too fast and then a semi tried to cut us off. When he slammed on the brakes we spun out and hit the guard rail. The Lord was really protecting us, though, because 1) We didn't flip. 2) We didn't roll. 3) We didn't die. Anyway, it was kind of scary, and I freak out whenever someone slams on the brakes now. I had fun at home hanging with Jenna, Lizzie, and Laura. Then the trip home was fun but uneventful. So yeah. Wow. That was a boring post. Sorry bout that.