From a Knight's Perspective

"Wield your sword!" he commanded, his eyes attempting to penetrate into whatever darkness could possibly exist within my soul.

I did not move.

"Why do you not brandish your weapon!" he screamed, utterly shocked and aggravated by my stillness.

"I do not wield my sword for those men such as you," I answered, curtly.

My enemy dropped the metal face guard of his helmet with the intent of covering his eyes so I would not be able to see the fury accumulating on his face.

"Then I shall remove it for you!" he decided, clicking his heels into his horse and heading straight for me as I stood with my feet on the ground in front of him.

And I still would not wield my sword, I swore, as I watched my enemy charge full-on towards me on his black-as-night horse.

For now...

I do not have time to post what I have been meaning to, so to hold this blog over, I will be posting a picture that I found funny in a "Nintendo Power" magazine.



If you can't read it, the picture's caption says: "You're probably wondering how we got this picture of your mom, but in fact this is actually a screenshot of Giga Bowser."


That is all.

"Male voices!"

This weekend, my boyfriend of three years visited for Valentine's Day/our three-year anniversary. A good friend of mine had given me a bunch of soundtrack CDs, including the soundtrack from the movie 300. There are many vocals throughout the tracks, however, the words are indistinguishable (probably because they are in a foreign language - most likely Latin). So we've got an ongoing joke where we pick a segment of the song, and sing, "Male voices!" with the appropriate rhythm and pitch. It is actually quite funny, as well as quite annoying, which just adds to the effect because we're band geeks like that.

Thought I'd fill you in.

Anyhow, more about me: I am currently registered as a Communications major, because when I was admitted into UCF, I believed that I wanted to major in Interpersonal Communications. Such is not the case any more.

Similar to all universities, UCF has a freshmen orientation before classes begin. During my own orientation, I went from Undeclared to Communications. The second day of orientation, I decided I wished to be Journalism (Pending, that is, due to limited materials in the college). For many months, I held onto this idea, but did not officially convert into a Journalism major.

Now, I am 90% sure (as a guestimate) that I would like to be an Advertising/Public Relations major (better known as Ad/PR). Unfortunately, the Nicholson School of Communications only admits 40 students per semester into this degree, and besides the easy requirements, admission is based primarily on GPA. According to an advisor I had the pleasure of speaking to (...I think), the average GPA admitted last year was 3.6.

I do not believe this to be a problem because, currently, I have a 3.55 GPA (from 15 credits). This semester, I am maintaining 17 credits. This is how my class enrollment appears now:

Finite Math
American Government
English Composition II
World Civilizations II
Spanish II
Concert Band

I picked some very difficult classes and excellent professors (who just happen to be difficult, also). However, I am doing very well, academically. Unfortunately, decent academics sometimes correlate with decreasing sanity and a burnt mentality.

Nevertheless, I will conquer straight "A"s this semester. I will admit that it may kill me, but...at least I'll die with a smile on my face...? (Maybe a forced smile...? Does that count?)

Needless to say, I don't know anyone who approves of an academic death. That's part of the reason for this little keepsake - this subtle blog. It may be just one among millions, but it is mine, and I hope to make it enjoyable for those who stumble upon it.

The enjoyable blogs I have found on Blogger include witty quotes, intruiging photographs/pictures/cartoons, and wise insights. Well, unfortunately, my 8-hour studying spree today did not leave much wittiness and profoundness to extend to anyone, but I do have pictures.

So, for now, I shall leave you with this:

Oh, hey. Would you look at that? A witty comment. And it's profound, too.

Hear ye, hear ye.

This pretty much sums up my life thus far.

I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Michelle, and I am a proud Knight at the University of Central Florida.

I have been in marching band, as well as concert bands for the past five years. Until this year, I was also in jazz band. Currently, I am a freshman, and I am still adjusting to chaotic college life.

I've played the piano and the clarinet for many years, but I am also a writer, a reader, a listener, and a profound thinker. I have gone through horrors of the mind and I have found the splendors of Life.

The picture above defines me as an optimist. I suppose I deeply respect the cognitive school of psychological thought. I believe that positive thoughts can drastically impact a person's perspectives, behaviors, and emotions.

I hope to succeed in maintaining an enjoyable blog. Now that the informalities are out of the way, I look forward to verbalizing some thoughts. I bid thee adieu, as well as a fine, fine evening. I hope these words meet eyes in time.