Song after song played and it took me back to my "college days," the first round where I didn't finish, but I still had a lot of fun.
It reminded me of Lambda Delta Sigma-Kappa mostly.
It reminded me of dressing up as the 3 amigos on Cinco de Mayo.
It reminded me of Sarah's red lipstick.
And how there were a million Stephanie's and so I acquired the nick name Sunnie, which I went by up until my divorce.
It reminded me of the Peter Breinhold concert on campus (which was one of the songs my iPod threw at me this morning).
It reminded me of institute. Oh how I loved institute. I got my 4 year institute certificate in 2 years.
And all the art classes I was enrolled in.
It reminded me of charcoal and ink all over my hands every day.
And of the early morning temple trips.
And that guy in one of my art classes who looked just like Rob Thomas (the lead singer of Matchbox 20).
It reminded me of Sunnie's Bub n' Dee, which made me sad because though I've recently come in touch with Bub again, Dee isn't talking to me because she's now my ex sister-in-law.
That breaks my heart.
It reminded me of the singing group sensation "The Fermatas," who always walked around and said "hold me, I'm a fermata." Because a fermata is a note that you hold when singing. Clever boys they were.
And "City of Angels."
I thought of the time Bub's brother drove us a mile out from their house and dropped us off so we had to run back. I died that day.
I remember the contract. The contract where you had to pay goodies for holding hands or kissing a boy.
I still have that contract actually.
"Good job, Jen," and our trip to California.
Jenny Perry and how I loved to say her full name because it almost rhymed.
The color yellow.
Working at the advertising agency, Dahlin, Smith, White.
It kind of makes me sad because I think of all the girls I knew from Kappa, and I can see their faces, but I'm having a hard time remembering their names.
Maybe I need to have a memory lane session with Bub.
Hey Bub. Let's do lunch again.
I need a pic of us together.
So for the sake of my iPod's nastolgia this morning, here's some songs that played out in a row and sent me back to that time.
Dude, Savage Garden was my first concert ever. They sang "Like a Virgin," and I laughed until I cried.
There's so much I wish I would have done differently.
I would have dated a ton more guys. I had the chance... I just didn't.
I should have.
I would have finished my degree. I had the chance... I just didn't.
I should have.
I can now though. I am.
I would have stayed in touch with everybody. I had the chance... I just didn't.
I should have.
But as it is there's still so much I did right and I remember that time with fondness. I've been recently finding friends from that time on facebook, and as much as I come to get so sick of facebook sometimes, it's for that reason that I love it. I'd never reconnect with lost friends if it weren't for that crazy website.
So with those memories and thoughts I get to start my Friday and say happy weekend! We're a little off this weekend having only Jay and Sean with us.
My ex asked to be able to use this weekend for a camping trip with the girls so we'll be thrown off sync for a couple of weekends. I don't like it when that happens, but what do you do?
While preparing for my lesson on Sunday I ran across this video. About being a friend and a companion.
It's by Jeffrey R. Holland who is my personal favorite, he seems to nail it right on the head for me every time.
I've not always been the best friend in my life, but I'm trying to change that.
I've been rounding up my text books to head back to school. Again. Maybe this time I'll finish it? Yes. A resounding yes. I'm sick of it hanging over my head. Let's get on with this and get it over with all ready.
One book I couldn't find online. I couldn't rent it for a fraction of the cost, I coudn't find it used on a non-school affiliated website.
And I gumbled. The book is written by the teacher. The only place I can find it is on campus.
How posh is that? Write a book (because this book is a book of police stories), require it for you class, and then charge $100 a pop.
Seriously, this book is a small paperback and I should have paid no more than $15 for it, realistically. But I bought a used copy for $71.
It makes me so frustrated that textbooks are like this.
I was complaining about it at work and now I have this on my desk:
The guys are calling it the "charity by a book fund."
I think they can pay for the first sentence with that.
I think I'll just buy them a drink with their own money.
They can share the drink.
Actually, looking at it, I could buy two drinks for them.
They can share two drinks.
