Oktoberfest!

So Sunday afternoon we tried to go to Oktoberfest in Wahalla. All of us, SB, Chad, Justin, Nathan, and I were so pumped up about it. We get to the field and noticed a view vendors packing up, but this didn't phase us. We were still going to at least get a funnel cake and walk around a bit. When we passed the ticket booth and realized no one was there to take our money, we realized we had a problem. We had gotten there too late. Nothing was still "open". It was the saddest Oktoberfest ever. We did get a funnel cake though from a vendor in Wahalla (why there was a funnel cake truck at the stoplight, I have no idea).

We thought we'd eat at the Wahalla steak house, but no it was closed too. So we went to Walmart to buy our pumpkins (we were going to celebrate fall somehow!) to carve later that night. We decided to eat dinner at Atami's, but it too was closed. Luckily the mexican restaurant near it was open--and it was yummy!!!

It was an afternoon of letdowns, but somehow, it was still a really fun afternoon! I don't think it could have been better! We had so much fun not doing what we had planned to do. Carpe diem, eh?

Goodbye Tommy!

Whew. Tommy's finally gone! And it doesn't even seem like his players are all that upset. In fact, I'd say are pretty darn happy.

"It's what he deserved," --Harper

"I enjoyed playing for coach Bowden and I liked him, but in the end he was yelling at us to be leaders and it wasn't working. He did all he could to motivate us but guys weren't buying into what he was saying. And he said a lot of the same things over and over again," --CJ Spiller

Maybe it didn't help too much when he announced that Willy Korn would start against GT, but then "Bowden said that Harper has not been told of the switch, but coaches have been trying to reach him to break the news". Maybe just maybe a coach should let his QB know these decisions before he tells the public...just maybe.

I'm so glad this chapter in Clemson's history is closing. I give this decision the full Bend & Snap!

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Korn Starts
Tommy Fired

Stolen Gas

Here's a sign the economy sucks right now: someone stole (siphoned) gas from my car. Nathan took my car to his apartment Friday night to make things easier to get to the football game yesterday. During the night, someone stole my gas. I had at least a half a tank of gas!! I always set a trip meter when I fill up at the gas station to have another "gas gauge." Normally a tank of gas lasts about 400 miles. Dad was the one who realized I was out of gas. He thought I asked him to drive my car because I was almost out of gas in hopes that he would fill it up for me. I knew I should have had half a tank of gas so I asked Dad what my trip meter said--202 miles. My car was so low on gas that Dad was worried he wouldn't make it to a gas station. Being that gas is scarce and 80,000 people came to the Clemson game, Dad had to buy premium gas for my car. I'm so ticked that someone stole my gas! The new Xterra gas tanks don't even look like they open from the outside! I'm going to find a locking gas cap before I put any more gas in my car. This is ridiculous. I don't use my car that much since I bike to class, but I need to have it to go to work and get around at night. I hope Clemson gets some more gas soon!

A Creek Bath

So, I've finally done it--I've bathed in a creek! And now that I've done it, I have no desire to bathe in a mountain creek ever again. In mid-August, I never knew a creek could have been so stinking cold! It must have been close to 60 degrees. To be honest, I was completely peer pressured into it. Carmen kept telling me I would regret it forever if I didn't do it. I think she just wanted me to be as cold as she was. Either way, next time, I'll choose my creeks better. All in all, Boone was a good trip. I'd love to go again. (minus the creek bath) I think I'll just be the "bathroom counter" next time.

The Blueberry Edition

So, apparently I'm a horrible blogger. I just can't seem to make myself actually stop and do this, so sorry to all of you who have been hanging by a thread to hear my newest mind blowing thoughts. :-)

This weekend, Nathan and I went to Irmo to visit his family. Saturday morning we went blueberry picking with his mom. I hadn't been blueberry picking since I was a small child. I had a blast! It was weird though because I actually had full, visual memories of the last time I had gone. I must have been between 3 and 4. I remember Dad had to hold me so I could pick the berries. Between Nathan, his mom, and I, we picked 16 pounds of blueberries! (yummy pie, here I come) I think Nathan discovered his new purpose in life--holding down the tall blueberry branches that no one can reach so the rest of us could pick at lightning speed.

So, if you have any good recipes...blueberry jam, blueberry muffins, blueberry cheesecake, blueberry anything, send them my way!

Changes

Change always seems to hit so fast and unexpectedly. Just when you get into the groove of things, change happens. You graduate high school. Summer ends. You buy a mac. The OC stops recording. You move to college. People move away. It's inevitable, so why does it always seem so surprising when it happens? If it is indeed inevitable, why do we expect things to stay the same?

So many things are changing at dcf--new house churches, pastors leaving, new pastors on the horizons. It's exciting but at the same time, disappointing. I mean, I don't want Winn or Nathan to leave, but then on the other hand, I don't know who God has in store for dcf.

Whenever I start thinking about change, I think about that stupid book, "Who Moved my Cheese" that Mom made me read in 8th grade when we moved to Greenville. It's all about how people respond to change. The mice look all cute and fun on the cover of the book, but I hated that book. It was not cute and fun.

Change happens.

music

There's got to be a wrong way to listen to music. I would never normally agree to this statement, but after enduring about 2 songs, I have found someone who has no idea how to listen to music. First off, you shouldn't claim to have amazing taste in music if you always listen to pop--where's the quality? Secondly, turning the base up to like +8 and the treble down to -4 when you listen to Love Song by Sara Bareilles, just doesn't work. I mean, maybe if it was R&B or hip hop or maybe even jazz, but the song is PIANO driven....hopeless. It's not like you're Victor Wooten or anything.

Love Song

But, at least the song is kinda catchy...the lyrics are a little deeper than the bouncy feel of the song though so it's kind of a weird blend of cheer and drear.

The blogging begins!

So, I don't really know why I've begun blogging--I guess it's the peer pressure. I mean anyone who's cool blogs, right? Or maybe its the idea that I can leave a permanent record of my thoughts that can't be lost or damaged in a hurricane. Or, maybe Rob and Nathan were beginning to make me feel like a slacker. I can't promise anything highly intellectually stimulating or rolling on the floor hilarious but who knows, maybe I'll surprise myself along the way.