A Late, but Still Windy Chicago

Well, it has been well over a month since I have returned home from Chicago and I am just now getting a chance to sit down and blog about it. This should tell you something about how ridiculous this semester has been lately. I'm so burnt out on school, it is ridiculous. I need summer like crazy. I want river time, sunshine, sunglasses, bare shoulders, star watching and late nights. Anywho, CHICAGO!

I went to Chicago with the Sociology club at MSSU for the Midwest Sociology Convention. It was my first time in Chicago and it blew me away...Literally! We stayed at the Mariott Mile High Hotel and It was the perfect way to see the city.

We were right in the heart of downtown and literally minutes away from everything. The second day, the roomie and I skipped out on classes and took a trip to Boys Town. It is the largest and first official Gay Community in America. The shopping was out of this world, the people were friendly and we took in plenty of good sightseeing. In Boys Town, the bars stay open till 3 a.m. during the week and 5 a.m. on the weekends. We went during the day, but the area was practically alive with activity and overall good vibes.

One of my favorite things about the trip, was getting to spend A LOT of quality time with people I find substance and admire as fellow students. And of course I got to hang out with my favorite professor, Dr. Conrad Gubera.

I have him and the convention to thank for giving me the solidity I needed in my decision to change majors and put my faith in Sociology being the direction I need to take my college career.

So, to keep this post from being a novel, I'll wrap up with saying Chicago did not rule out the possibility of going to the University of Chicago some day. I am adverse to cold weather and wind, but the city itself is darn near perfect. I found it exactly to my liking and if I call it home some day, I won't complain... That is if the whole state of Illinois doesn't implode before I get there. : ) Here's a picture Ms. Quakenbush (The Chicago roomie) snapped of me on the subway at 2 a.m.. Needless to say, I SURVIVED THE SUBWAY! It was my first time and being a midwestern girl, I was pretty darn proud of my ability to manage myself in such a large, foreign environment.

-LC

P.S. EVERYONE IN THE MIDWEST IS A BUNCH OF LIARS!! If you ever want REAL Chicago style pizza, go here:

And get the four cheese and think of me when you are going to heaven on a little garlic and cheesey cloud. Graffiti is strongly encouraged here, so Glendola busted out her finger nail police and we got our vandalization on. Here's a closing shot of me with my handy work.

Just another Beginning

So, I have not had a blog since they were the cool thing to do in Middle School. It's time to be cool again.

I don't let bad things get me down. I'd rather talk about it and move on. So, here we go.This last semester, everything I have done was done so that this fall semester I would be a legitimate student at the University of Arkansas.  

Unfortunately, I have just been notified that over half of my credits will not transfer and that I will receive zero financial aid from them. I will have a meager 9 credits upon entering U of A. On top of that, it is a considerable amount more expensive then MSSU. (I.E. A parking pass at MSSU = $20, at U of A = $500) That's not gonna fly. I'm not one to fight the current. I like to go with the flow and let fate happen. And for some reason, I am thinking this is fate. I have been fighting leaving MSSU for TWO whole semesters now. Yet, every time nothing works out and I'm right back where I started. I am a firm believer that if something is meant to be it will happen with no kinks. I think it is time I take the hint. I'm tired of fighting the inevitable. Maybe there's a reason I'm here. Maybe (as much as I hate to say it) this is where I need to be right now. 

For the past few weeks or so I have kind of felt like I am cheating myself. I have always said if I am going to transfer, I am getting the heck out of here. And transferring just an hour away is pointless.  If I could pack it all up and go to the school of my dreams, ( A school in Austin, Seattle or Boston) I would in a heartbeat. So, what is the point of transferring now, losing tons of credits and not ending up where I want to be?

Right now, I am done with constantly looking for bigger and better. I am going to find happiness with where I am. I am going to make the most of it and just sit back and see what happens. I don't want to make assumptions about where this next semester will take me, but I know it can only get better. I am content with not knowing. 

Also, I am missing the man of my dreams tonight.

To everyone who gets the joy of seeing him tonight, think of me during "A Girl Named Go".

While you are having the time of your life, I will most likely be pounding beers and cursing a ton.