O Monday how depressing can you be

Yes I know. Today is Monday. Probably didn't need to tell you that. Today was an interesting day/ Junior seminar was awful boring. Not like that's a surprise, but it just was today. No Advanced Reporting today. Dr. P is ill. Hope she gets better soon.

This morning, I walked to class in a downpour. My SRU hoodie got absolutely drenched and it stayed that way the entire freakin day. There was lots of dating/romantic advice given out to various people in the office, Nate was playing songs that were representing various people's love life.

We're starting a fantasy hockey league. It will be fantastic and I will likely be the champion. OK, maybe not, but it's a good idea to think that way. My fantasy team got rocked once again this week. Yikes. I'm now 1-2 on the season. I'll bounce back though. I have to. It's my job.

Mike today was rambling like he usually does and came up with the line, "Oh, this will proabbly go in the blog." He said it jokingly. I believe he said this after he was picking on Rachel and poured a smidgen of water in her hair. Was he flirting? Likely so. Girls are Mike's #1 priority, no matter what he has to say. So guess what Michael J., You're in the blog! Congratulations and buy yourself a cookie or something.

It's still raiing outside right now. The weather at SRU is stinky as always. That's about if for now. Until next time, stay dry and dry your hoodie for tomorrow.

A spectacular day

First off, today is a momentous day in the life of the blog. That's right, one year ago today was my very first post which detailed a lot of nothing. During that time I've implicated and incrimnated just about all of my friends, but most notably myself. While I've learned that gouging money isn't necessarily the best way to win your professor's kindness (or get him to pay for your meal at Rachel's) I have learned to never put something named "unnamed girl X" in here again. It opens up too many cans of worms.

So today, SRU is playing Lock Haven in what can be described as the PSAC toilet bowl. Both teams stink like driving through Worthington on a summer's day.

I'm starting D. Akers as my kicker this week in defiance of one Gary Ashley who think Jeff Reed is the man. Reed is at the ketchup factory this week so it's risky. Akers is playing the defenseless Raiders. I'm feeling good.

It's a cool fall day today and the leaves are starting to turn color. That means winter will be here any minute. Yuk.

So that's it for now. Until next time, keep the dreams happy and the waffles unburnt.

Academic all-stars

First of all, I'm writing this in the middle of my Advanced Reporting class. That first sentence will likely freak out the parents as they now wonder what all that money is really going towards. But to calm them down, today is a lab day and 'm just screwing around on the computers. I already have my profile story done and everything looks swell on that.

Paper came out today. Page 1 was good. I was nervous about the photo situation, but I'm not sure if it came out light because of the Trib or what. Sports' pictures were better so the graphics were probably meant to turn out that way. In any regard, I'll likely change all the Rocket drives to be the J drives on the comps that need them to be like that. That will be lovely.

Everybody is diligently working right now on their stories. Except me of course. My fantasy team will likely win this week. I'm feeling good about my chances. Me and a few buddies are starting fantasy hockey. That will be intense. Any time there is good Rocket competition that I have a good chance to win the better. So that's about all for now, stay out of the rain and take advantage of your umbrella when you have one.

It's the middle of the week, or hump day to most people

OK, it's Wednesday and it's time for me to update the old blog. Let's get started.

First off, we got a new assistant life/A&E Editor. Her name is Liz so I think that will work out very well. In other news, Monday Tiger Woods has been talking to Gary and Lindsay about me. She tells me these things. Apparently, there's a lot of dirt about me that nobody knows about but everybody wants to know about. Let the gossip begin.

To no one's surprise, Reedy's Rockets fell to Rockadelphia (JH) 58-22, or something like that. I'm not gonna go and look up the absolute score. On to week 3, I have a feeling my team will be better. I need a win bad. Rocket pride is on the line.

Speaking of the Rocket, things are going well over here. I spoke with one of the journalism professors, Dr. Harry who is ultra-critical of journalism, in general, said the Rocket looked good, saying "You had to crack the hammer over there." I nodded and yes. I gotta go to a stupid leadership conference from 6:30-10. Let the fun begin.

Class is going pretty well and I get paid Friday. That is incredibly awesome, you have no idea.

That's all. Sleep in on the weekend.

For whom the bell tolls

OK, the Steelers won again, destroying the hapless Texans, 27-7. No surprise there. Andre Johnson rode the bench for my fantasy team. I think he'll be sitting there for a while.

Here's something that gets annoying. At the top of the hour during the day, Old Main has its little song and that's all well and dandy except for one thing. The actual song is quite cheery. The bell that count what hour of the day it is sound like a funeral procession. That's pleasant when you live in Rhoads and you have to deal with it all the time.

This week was good. The paper came out surprisingly well, I really skeptical coming into Thursday. Something about that 3rd issue is magic. Definitely best issue so far. Things are getting into a routine. Oh ya, and I get paid on Friday. Yeppers.

I just checked my fantasy team. I'm getting crushed by Jay's team right now. Not surprising. Peyton Manning, you're killing my chances this week, buddy.

Freakin best class ever

That's right, I said it was the best class ever. Today I went to my night class named "Personal Health 101" At first glance, not a very interesting class at all, why would that even qualify as best class ever? Easy, the end of class. I was told afterwards to see the professor after class as were a couple other kids. I was initally concerned. Not for long. See, here's the thing. Since I'm a senior I can do an independent study on health and like oh say, stressed out editors in a newsroom. No classes. No exams. Just check in with the professor 6 times during the semester and do some other things too. This needs noting again.

I don't have to go to a Monday night class ever again. Unless next semester screws me over.

And to think this Monday was going really very sour on me up until that point. Seriously, not a lot to cheer about for the Reedman. The assistant Life/A&E editor is likely quitting after this week, after the asst. ad manager quit last Thursday. That's 2 in a week. Sheryl took over the ad spot.

Here's something I got to say. I had received classified information that a certain Lindsay R., no that's too obvious. L. Reedy as we'll call her had e-mailed one miss Sheryl about my love interests and such at school. Sheryl spilled the beans to me and has not e-mailed said law-breaker yet. Will she do it? Likely so, Sheryl is good for just letting everything she ever knows about me out into the open world of life and cyberspace.

More to come later. Oh, and another test. See, one miss CS is taking Personal Health too in a different section with a different professor. Enjoy going to class every Tuesday/Thursday. I'll enjoy that relaxation time in my room. Toodles, y'all!

Class. Yuck.

First of all, I'm not awake right now so this could sound a lot more bitter than I usually do.

Just came back from a 15-minute version of Junior Seminar. I've been to that class twice and it's already the 1 class this semester I'm definitely not digging right now. And I have a health class this semester. Wow, I'm gonna hate Mondays this semester.

The weekend was alright. Steelers won, 34-7. My fantasy team is close to a win in week 1. Right now I'm up 63-51, my team romped compared to the others. I haven't won yet, the guy I'm playing has McNabb as his QB. A good game by him and he could still pull it out over me in week 1. I have David Akers playing for me too. I'll be heartbroken if I lose. Well, not really. I play J in week 2. It may set a record for most trash-talking done in a week.

That's it. Stay classy Planet Earth.

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Labor Day Weekend and Eat'n Park?

I know it's an odd title for a blog post but I'm going with it anyways. Why? Because Eat'n Park just happened to be on my mind. Dad went to Eat'n Park on his Harley with his "biker gang" and had breakfast. Which prompted me to remember the Eat'n Park moments of the SRU era. Here we go.

Winter 2003: The late-night breakfast.

This happened at one of Jay's many get-togethers during sophomore year. Many of us went to said resturante at about oh 1:30 AM or so and had the breakfast buffet. Of course I was late, and the buffet had little to offer so I ordered straight from the menu. Ya, that was a good one.

Spring 2004: You know you didn't have to drive here.

Sheryl messages me and says we're going to said resturant and tells me we're meeting outside. Stupid me thought it was outside the restaurant instead of outside my dorm so went and drove myself over. I called them up and the entire situation was explained, J and Sheryl laughing at me uncontrollably.

Winter 2005: Pancakes and Mike.

After the Rock basketball teams lost to Edinboro, me and Mike stopped at the GC place and ate. It was a Wednesday night and I was stressed out of my mind. But I threw work aside and sat down and ate there with Mike. I think Mike talked for a while about life and such. He also commented that the orange juice had pulp in it and my head looked like a tangerine.

In other news, I apparently forgot that I had written in the previous post about my um, personal life, so I was reminded yesterday by my folks who asked, "Do they bug you a lot?" unaware that said post was written. The questioning was lessened. Notice I said lessened, not eliminated. I had 2 people ask how one of my friends was doing. This is on a Friday night. Anybody that knos me will want to know what's up with that. It's a fact I'll be dealing with all year long unless someone comes along. Then more people ask me about more people. Invigorating indeed.

Labor Day weekend was pretty cool. Nothing too stressful going on and everybody having a good time. I went to Wal-Mart tonite and got office supplies. Everybody loves office supplies.

So until next time, keep the bike on two wheels, and don't run into walls, cars or gravel. BYE!

Quark XPress, you're on the list

For many of you, this post may make little to no sense. I'll guide you through it.

See, Thursday night is the production night for the Rocket, where everyone comes in and lays out pages and does their respective jobs. It's the most important day of the week. But we couldn't tell to the brilliant makers of the following: Windows 2000, Quark 4.1.1 and the SRU IT Department. Quark decided to shut down on us many time throughout the week and Thursday was no exception. That was the least of my troubles.

OK, how we are supposed to send pages is to make them into PDFs. But it's a problem when the PDFs look like total poo. Which is what exactly happened. So, Brandon our web editor gets into the other lab and says that we can convert the pages into PDFS over there without much worry. That ended the worries pretty much. We got the paper out at 4 AM and everything was great. I was pretty euphoric.

Went home this weekend because it's Labor Day weekend, and I've gone home on Labor Day weekend all 4 years of my stay at the Rock. Next weekend should be fun. If I survive the week.

No, No, nobody has been asking my about my dating life this week. Except for the entire newspaper staff. VERY BAD. Now I can't even talk to a female without saying, I'm big pimpin or something like that. That's nothing new, really. High school was much the same. I'm home now so I do get a reprieve for like a couple days. But hey, I really shouldn't complain, they only want to see me happy, and I think that's why they ask about it again and again and again.

That's all, til next time, keep it real and sleep in.