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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

So I'm obsessed with the song 'skyscraper' by Demi Lovato.  I'm also obsessed with Boyce Avenue.
I'm currently youtube-ing every cover he's ever done.
This is how you know it's wednesday- babysitting day!
The kids are being perfectly studious as usual, so I'm surfing youtube.
I take it back.  They're now incessantly playing an incredibly annoying youtube video and laughing at me while I suffer.
Suffer with me:
Oh, the fun we are having on this wednesday afternoon.
Also, I have just successfully tried a 'golden oreo'.  Not as good as double stuff original, but still good.
Anywho, I'm off to watch my youtube and read a bit.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Watson


Watson doesn't actually belong to me.
Laura left him on my bed before break as a funny surprise 
And now he's my favorite snuggle buddy.
He's our new roommate.
I write blog posts about how I'm really feeling and I save them into drafts.
I don't like to talk about serious things, about things that hurt me and things that have happened.  So I write about them to get them out because I can't talk about them, and I never post them.
I want to post them most times, but I don't want this blog to turn into something really intense that leaves people feeling sorry for me or something.  I also don't want to pretend that I'm really happy and I'm over everything when that's not true.
So what do I do?  Post the good and the bad and risk the whole TMI factor and be real, or talk about the daily funny and light things that happen.
Am I writing for me or am I writing for you?

Friday, November 25, 2011

Twas a lovely break.  Really quick, but it turned out to be really fun.  I really hate change, so I think the transition into jersey was bumming me out.  That, and lack of sleep.
Anywho, thanksgiving was wonderful.  I have the greatest, most craziest family and it's always a ton of fun hanging out with them.  And then today we went shopping amidst the crazy black friday fiends and I got a pretty broadway dress, and then later on Sarah got a make-up demonstration which was cool.  The lady was explaining how to best apply make up and it was really cool to learn all this girly fun stuff.  Of course, Sarah was embarrassed because she was sitting on the chair being the center of attention.  But I'd say it was successful.  She got super cute make-up.
And then all of my friends came over and we played disney scene it and watched movies.  Now I have to pack up everything somehow and shower and get some sleep in preparation for tomorrow.
Because tomorrow is....
NEW YORK DAY.
Sarah and I are hopping a train bright and early to NYC, exploring a bit for the day, going out for a delicious dinner with my aunt, uncle, cousin&her boyfriend, and then seeing Mary Poppins on broadway.
So excited.
Anyways, I am off to get prepare for my departure in the morning.
Enjoy the rest of break!

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

So here's a bummer: I'm home and I wish I was back at school?!
Believe me, I'm just as frustrated as you are.  I'm really glad to be home, but it would be nice if I just had a week to veg out and watch movies and do nothing.  No obligations.
Also, I think a very very large part of this is that I'm exhausted.  I have slept three hours out of the last 38.  I've spent the majority of the day on a cramped bus in silence.  I still have to make two beds and prep two rooms for Sarah and I to sleep tonight.  Not to mention Heather is getting in tonight.  I'm excited to see her, but I always get really nervous before she comes in because sometimes she really likes me and we have a good time, and sometimes she's mean and she just hurts my feelings for our trip duration.
Also, feeling so emo as I do, I went to text someone to vent, and I didn't have anyone to text.  So that starts a whole other wave of sadness.  I don't have a best friend.  I have all of these great friends but I don't have anyone who has known me through me pre college life and my life as of now.  My friends I've grown up with are great for coming home, but not one of them has ever once called me to check up and talk.  If I want to ever hear from them, I have to email or call.  Oh, what a lonely night.
I was so excited to go home, but now I feel like I don't belong here.
So if I don't belong here and don't belong at school, then I guess I'm just screwed, right?
It's an oh well kind of situation, and I don't want to just be complaining about my life to Sarah and Kesha all of the time, because they can't do anything about it.
So I'm telling you, blog.  As if you were my dearest friend and you totally understand.
Anywho, that's all I've got for now.  It's been a long day, and I'll probably bounce back tomorrow.
Yesterday seems so so far away now.  I woke up at four twenty this morning, finished packing and got ready (and forgot to pack my license plates), and we were in Eli's car on the way to Boston by five.  Got on the bus at seven, left at seven fifteen, and now after five hours of being confined to this mobile box, we are in the final stretch.  Only an hour and a half until we arrive.
It's unfortunate because I stupidly picked the very front seats for Sarah and I to sit in, and we were scolded (or I was, rather) for speaking too loudly.  And let me tell you, we were only two volumes higher than a whisper at that point.  So, we just stopped talking.  For the entire trip.  Boring, boring, boring.
As for now, I am listening to christmas music and am probably going to pop in a movie.
Oh, how I can't wait to be home.

Monday, November 21, 2011

I'M GOING HOME TOMORROW.
In thirteen hours and fifteen minutes we'll be on our way to Boston to catch our bus to good ol Philly.
I feel like I've been away for a year.
Three months is a long time.
I miss my family.
I miss my bed.
And I miss my puppies.
As for now, all that's left is the fun stuff.  I have a fantastic thanksgiving dinner with Eli and a bunch of friends, I have to finish packing, and clean the room.  I'm also going to attempt an all-nighter, which I don't think I've ever accomplished in my entire life.  So yes, good luck to us.
At the moment, Sarah is writing her final essay and I'm loading up on SVU.  I'm trying to do nothing while I'm still awake and it's light out so that I can be busy busy all night and not sleep so I can sleep for the entire bus ride.
So so so excited.
Thirteen hours.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Oh how I can't wait to go home.  I wish it was tomorrow night already agh.  I'm thinking that I'll pull an all nighter tomorrow night so that I'll sleep for the whole bus ride home, or at least most of it.  Just two days, and I'll be home at last.
Also, I got an email today about Benny.  He is still parked in front of my dorm with his trunk open (it won't close because of the damage) and without plates.  So, one of the public safety people emailed me and said something along the lines of hi your car has been parked without plates in front of your dorm for a week now, is it going anywhere?  Also, your trunk is open.
Thank you, public safety.
They better come get benny soon, I need to get a new car!
Anywho, I'm going to go try a bunch of hairstyles on Sarah in preparation for our New York night on the town.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

I am not proud of what occurred tonight.
Liz and I saw Breaking Dawn.  Now, I knew that it was going to be bad.  I have seen all of the movies and liked them.  Not loved them, but I like them.  I thought this movie would just be on the same level as the others.

Wrong.  So wrong.  Case in point: the first three times I tried to pull up a picture of the movie poster it was blocked by Gordon.
The first twenty minutes or so were fine, I was liking it for the most part.  Then came the weird stuff and it no longer became possible to ignore the terrible acting and script and oh goodness.
So bad.
So much awkward vampire sex, so much blood, so many cheesy lines delivered with very serious faces.
Twas a night to remember, as much as we'd like to forget.
Oh, it was so bad.  I'm so sad.  I know everyone is saying well Sarah, what did you expect?!  
I just wanted to like it.  I wanted to give it a fair shot.
But sadly it is, as Tibbs says, the death of cinema.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Some Words From Switchfoot

Walking along the high tide line
Watching the Pacific from the sidelines
Wonder what it means to live together
Looking for more than just guidelines

Looking for signs in the night sky
Wishing that I wasn't such a nice guy
Wonder what it means to live forever
Wonder what it means to die

I know there's a meaning to it all 
A little resurrection every time I fall
You got your babies I got my hearses 
Every blessing comes with a set of curses
I got my vice
I got my vice verses

The wind could be my new obsession
The wind could be my next depression
The wind goes anywhere it wants to 
Wishing that I learned my lesson

The ocean sounds like a garage band
Coming at me like a drunk man
The ocean telling me a thousand stories 
None of them are lies

I know there's a meaning to it all 
A little resurrection every time I fall
You got your babies I got my hearses 
Every blessing comes with a set of curses
I got my vice
I got my vice verses

Let the pacific laugh
Be on my epitaph
With it's rising and falling and after all 
It's just water and I am just soul
With a body of water and bones 
Wanter and bone

Where is God in the city life?
Where is God in the city light?
Where is God in the earthquake?
Where is God in the genocide?

Where are you in my broken heart
Everything seems to fall apart
Everything feels rusted over
Tell me that you're there

I know there's a meaning to it all 
A little resurrection every time I fall
You got your babies I got my hearses 
Every blessing comes with a set of curses
I got my vices
I got my vice verses
I got my vice verses
I got my vice verses

Thursday, November 17, 2011

We Are College Kids.

The college life strikes again.  While eating dinner in the dining hall Kesha, Laura, Eli and I decided to take a trip into Boston tonight to go back to the candy shop.  It's funny when I think about it, going forty minutes away to get candy, and then forty minutes back.  And then we're going to Marty's.
Marty's is this delicious donut place that is open from midnight to five am and it's just a fun place.  You go to the building, knock on the door, and when you're let in you go to the back kitchen, put a dollar in the metal bowl, and pick a donut from the freshly made stack.
It's fantastic.
Anywho, I'd better get bundled up in preparation.
College kids!

A Medley Of Countdowns And Schedules

I think it's time for a countdown.

THANKSGIVING BREAK IS ONLY FIVE DAYS AWAY.
Christmas Break- 28 days
OT Classes Left- 7
Women's Lit- 4
Examined Life- 4
Scientific Enterprise- 4
California- 49

Look at that.  That's nice.  That makes me happy.  So the super cute dress that I bought for Broadway is probably not going to make it in time!  So sad, I don't know what I shall wear.  I'm hoping there's a cute dress in my closet at home that I've just forgotten about, which very well may be so.
Also, I'm dying to start packing.  Dying.  I just want this week to be over so that I can wash all of my clothes and go through everything and pack.  I think I'm going to do that today anyways.  I just want to see if everything will fit into my little suitcase so that I don't have to bring the wompus suitcase.
Oh I'm so excited to go home.  I'm so excited to be in a quiet, small house with couches and real beds and a real kitchen and a clean shower and puppies.
I really hate our suite sometimes.  Our shower drain is so jacked up and gross and clogged that I am just more and more excited for my shower at home.  Also people are always  shouting and literally just screaming in the stairwells and hallways that it's impossible to sleep or do homework sometimes.  At my house, everyone is passed out by ten pm, including the dogs.  Quite nice.
I'm just so excited.
Also I'm really really hungry right now.  Starving.  I have a bagel but no butter, so if I eat it it'll just be a waste.  I'm really excited for lunch.  You know your standards have been lowered when you get excited about corn chowder for lunch.
Positives about the next four days before we leave:
*We are getting delicious indian food with Eli on friday
*Liz&I are seeing Breaking Dawn this weekend
*There is a comedy show on Sunday that looks like it'll be pretty good
*I get to pack
Negativos:
*There are still four days to get through
*I have to write an essay
*I have to write a final draft for a second essay
*I have an exam Monday

So basically, if I finish both essays today and start studying, this will literally be a fantastic and stress-free weekend.
Oh man.  I can't wait to start packing.  I'm going to start planning out my outfits in my head now.  Ta ta for now!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Funny moment:
The boys are arguing about chores and the older is telling the younger about all of the times he picked up after the younger in France and so now in America the younger has to pick up after the older.
Such cultured children.
Wednesdays.  The day that I transform from an average college student into a soccer mom.  The oldest boy is sitting over the guinea pig pen narrating an animal planet special on 'the wild guinea pigs'.  I walked into the room and I hear "here crawl the endangered wild guinea pigs of Massachusetts.  Observe as they drop the carrot beneath them and can't find it."
Funny kids.  The other boy was just launching himself off of the couch onto a pile of cushions.  Not anymore though, no sir, no kids will be getting injured on my watch.  He's now contently eating a cookie and reading his book.
Anywho, it's wednesday and I'm not feeling too great.  Benny is being taken away today and I will never see him again, I have two essays to write, and an exam to study for.  But all i can think about is what I'm going to pack for break and what hairstyle to do with my new dress.
Oh yes, I forgot the exciting news:
SARAH AND I ARE GOING TO NYC.  I'm returning to my beloved city to spend time with my lovely family and see the sights.  Also, part two:
WE'RE GOING TO SEE MARY POPPINS ON BROADWAY!
As you can see, it has gotten great reviews.  Plus Sarah's a fan, so it'll be fun.  Also, beforehand, we are joining my Aunt&Uncle and a few other family members for a nice dinner at Orso in the theater district.  And for this, I bought a new dress.  It's black and lace and I'm really hoping it looks as good on as it did online.  Sarah also wants to buy a broadway dress, so we shall shop.
I'm so excited.  I love the glamour of New York, and this time we're going to be hitting up some famous hot spots in New York that were featured in popular movies.
We're going to the cafe from 'You've Got Mail' for lunch,

and Serendipity 3 from 'Serendipity' for frozen hot chocolates,

and then I think we're going to the museum of natural history, which of course was featured in 'Night at the Museum'.  There's a lot of ideas floating around, but we're not entirely positive what we'll be doing.
Oh, how I cannot wait to go home.  Due to Benny's death, we will be taking a bolt bus from Boston to Philly, where Homie will pick us up.  The upside: I don't have to drive home.  The downside: we're going to have to leave around five in the morning to make the bus in Boston.  Possibly earlier, depending on Eli's work schedule that morning.  Eli is being kind enough to drive us to the bus.
I'm so excited to come home.  I can't wait to see my family and my puppies and my friends and my house and my bed and light candles and have the house smell like Christmas.  For now, I want to just pack up everything and be ready.  I'm even doing homework early in an attempt to be more ready.
I'M SO EXCITED.
six days.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Farewell To The Season Of Benny

Benny is officially totaled.  I have to clear out all of my belongings and remove the license plates tomorrow so they can take him away on Wednesday.  We're getting almost twice what we paid for him, so while that's good news, he's still my Benny.  He had so much character.
His chunk missing in front.
The ghetto sheet metal now covering that chunk.
The mystery problems that tended to solve themselves with time.
The ever-present check engine light even when his engine was checked frequently.
The habit of hurting people.
The habit of getting hurt.
I got my first head wound/hospital visit from hitting my head on Benny's door and the trunk suddenly slammed onto Kesha's head once while she was trying to take luggage out.
And now, he's dead.
Back when I first got him in summer '09.



Sometimes I think I'm being punished.  Seriously, like God is punishing me for not being a good person, a good christian.  With the la vida/wild semester saga, not getting into ireland, not getting into chapel band, having the worst luck in relationships, being sick all of the time, getting bad grades despite long study sessions, being laid off from one of my jobs.
Is all of this stress and loneliness punishment?  Is this a selfish way of thinking?  Does this happen to everyone?  Maybe I just think my life is worse than everyone else's because it's happening to me.  Or am I being punished?  I'm not as angry about my life if I consider this, because if I think of all the things I've done and said and thought, I deserve a lot worse.
Or maybe it's just seasons.  There are seasons for everything, right?  I had an amazing summer, maybe it's time for a season of loss.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

I just experienced the laziest weekend of the year so far.  After the crazy night out on friday, Sarah and I spent all of yesterday watching grey's anatomy.  I left once with Liz to pick up chinese take-out, and as for Sarah- she was in all day.  And today, due to my lack of car I stayed home from church.  I woke up at nine thirty this morning in the middle of a fantastic part of my dream.  Chad Michael Murray had just rescued me from the blood thirsty kidnappers when I woke up.  So, I stubbornly laid in bed for three more hours in an attempt to continue my dream.  No such luck.  I fell back asleep around eleven thirty and woke up right before one.
Sarah missed the shuttle to her church this morning so she came back in the middle of my dream reconstruction.  And since then- nothing.  Sarah and I watched a bunch of grey's anatomy, figured out how to get home for thanksgiving, WENT TO THE GYM, watched once upon a time, and now are watching the season 2 finale of Grey's anatomy.  Successful day.  I mean, we went to the gym.  That's some intense points considering how lazy this weekend was.
Anywho, this finale is getting way too intense and I now need to give it my undivided attention.
More later.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Sarah and I (are you ready?)...went out last night.  After Eli and I took Benny to get appraised, we came back to the dorm and decided to go to boston with Sarah.  And so we drove to the station, hopped on a few trains, and were in boston.  On a friday night.  Sarah and I (and Eli).
We went to dinner at Uno's, which I have never been to, and it was fantastic.  I have delicious leftovers that I am anxiously awaiting to eat for lunch.  Chicken&brocolli alfredo.
Then we went to the candy shop.  Not any candy shop, but the mother of all candy shops.


Sarah almost spent thirty bucks on candy, but put one bag back and settled on thirteen dollars worth.  It was the weirdest sorts of candies.  Chocolate covered cookie dough, brownie, marshmallow, graham cracker clusters, and the alcohol balls.  There were irish cream-filled chocolate balls and I tried one and thought it was good, so I got a few.  Then I added a bunch of cognac-filled chocolate balls because I figured I'd like them too.  Now I'm left with all of these alcohol balls that I don't like anymore.
Sarah, surprisingly, loves the alcohol balls.  Go figure.
Anywho after that we went to this traveling vendor called 'kick-ass cupcakes' and bought some delicious cupcakes.  Mine was raspberry truffle flavored.
And we just walked around and checked stuff out.  It was a lot of fun.  And by nine pm we were back in our beds, watching grey's anatomy, completely exhausted.
But the point is, we went out.  We were like college students.
At one point we went into a Starbucks and saw students everywhere in this large Starbucks studying and reading and oh, how I was jealous.  I so wish at times like those that I went to school in the city.
It was a fun night though.  Now we know that we are capable of being social and going out, maybe we'll try it again.  Baby steps.
For now, we've filled our fun quota for the weekend, and we have a lazy day planned ahead of us.

As for Benny, the appraisal man says in his opinion, Benny is totaled, but I really don't think he is.  So we shall see.  That's life as of now.

Friday, November 11, 2011

I dreamt about grey's anatomy last night.  It had nothing to do with me, I wasn't in it.  It was just like I was watching it in my sleep.  I need to get a life.  But who has time?
Anywho it's an extremely average morning.  Sitting in class at 8:30 am drinking green tea and listening to a lecture about molecular biology.  Then I will go to an unremarkable chapel credit event, sit sleepily through another old testament class, and then I'm off to take Benny to the doctor.
Or, in adult talk, I have to take my car to an appraisal center to have the damage estimated.  I don't think it'll be totalled, so I'm not even going to think of that as an option.  That would be the definition of stress.
But once I get Benny appraised, I can take him to an autobody to get fixed and then get on with my daily life.
You know what is fantastic?  I don't have any exams, papers, debates, or projects due next week.  It's just going to be a normal steady week, which is so so nice.  And it's the last full week of classes before thanksgiving break!
Also, we're now talking about (in class) breast cancer and if we would take the preventative measures to ensure that we would never get breast cancer if we knew that it ran heavily in our families, and the weird thing about this is that the grey's anatomy episode that Sarah and I watched last night was about exactly that.
Oh how I can't wait for thanksgiving.
Also, I realized I was incredibly inaccurate in my last countdown, so here's a new one:

Thanksgiving break: 11
Christmas break: 34
Days left of OT: 9
Women's Lit: 7
Scientific Enterprise: 5
Examined Life: 7

Not too bad, right?
Oh man I'm sleepy. I'm hoping to be back from the appraisal center by three and take a nice end-of-the-week nap.
But, class is about over so I shall go.
Happy Friday!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

THE DEBATE IS OVER.
We lost, but I couldn't care less.  I said intelligent things, and did my part.  The end.
Now all that's left is Grey's Anatomy for the rest of the night.  Oh, how Sarah and I are obsessed.

I really don't have anything interesting or witty to say because all I can think is how much I love this show, how glad I am that this week is over, and how excited I am for bedtime.
Goodnight friends.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

I have to debate tomorrow.  Actually debate, as in speak, as in argue.  Last time I just gave the introduction and was done with it.  This time, I have to actually argue.  I can't do this.  I don't speak philosophy, my brain doesn't work that way.  And I have to stand in front of the class and argue about suicide convincingly.
I'm so incredibly nervous, like on the verge of a breakdown nervous.

But other than that, this day has been not completely terrible.
Started out terrible, early morning, exam, chapel, old testament.  But the lady who i babysit for was nice enough to pick me up at school and let me use her car while I babysit her kids.  And I played football for a bit outside with the youngest, which was really nice because it was so pretty out and I was actually moving.
But now I'm back to reality, exhausted, and stressing about this freaking debate.
So let's do a countdown to cheer me up!

Thanksgiving break: THIRTEEN DAYS.
Christmas Break: 36
Days of OT: 13
Women's Lit: 10
Examined Life: 10
Scientific Enterprise: 8

Oh how I need thanksgiving break.
Also I had a meg's apple cider and not only did I drink ALL of it (kesha), but I thorougly enjoyed it and it put a little brightness to my day.  I feel like I need to schedule.  I need to schedule in homework and gym time and stick to it.
Goodness, I'm turning into Tibbs.
Tibbs and I had a good morning.  It started with a fly.
There was this freaking fly in our room for weeks.  I thought that a fly has a lifespan of 24 hours or something, but no, this thing has been in there forever getting caught in the blinds and the bathroom and just buzzing.  It's one of those big black flies that buzz really loudly and it was literally making me nuts.  It came to the point where I didn't know if the buzzing was actually occurring or if I was imagining.  Good times.
Anywho, I had noticed this morning that the fly wasn't flying much, it was mostly crawling and chilling on the floor.  So, I decided now was the time to kill it.  But it was sitting on one of our broken blinds (our room is falling apart) and Sarah said I couldn't kill it on the blind.  So she leaves the room and the fly walks off of the blind and I see my opportunity.  So, I take it.  I rushed forward and grabbed the first thing I could see and hit the fly and kill it.  Success.
Except, I killed it with Sarah's shoe.  Sarah wasn't overjoyed, I ended up getting smacked several times with the heaviest pillow I have ever encountered and threatened a few times after I suggested that the fly's final resting place should be in Sarah's bed.
Just another day in the Sarah Suite...

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

This is what I get for complaining about my boring life.  Now all of the sudden I have all this free time now that I can't drive to work, my car is all smashed and who knows if he's totalled, and I just got my philosophy paper grade back.  I have to practice for my debate, study for my science exam tomorrow, and find a time to drive forty minutes to get my car inspected because the stupid insurance company is making me get it checked at one of their places instead of a nearby autobody.
I'm so frustrated.
Sneaky, sneaky, insurance people.  They don't cough up any information until they get what they need.
I am not a fan.

A Post That Was Actually Written Three Days Ago...

We hosted a tea party today in the Sarah Suite.  I woke up at 9am and Sarah and I assembled food, cleaned our horrendous room as well as bathroom, took out our seventeen bags of everyday trash, and even managed to look pretty by the time people got here at 2pm.  Kesh also came over a bit early and decorate for us, and Laura helped a lot with dishes and such.
All in all, it was super fun.  Sarah made everything from scratch, right down to the mayonaise used in the chicken salad sandwiches.  The menu was:
Cranberry chicken salad sandwiches
Mint cucumber sandwiches
orange and cranberry scones
fruit tarts
cream puffs
chocolate covered strawberries
and of course, tea.
cream puffs!

fruit tarts!

cucumber cream cheese&cranberry chicken salad sandwiches!

cranberry orange scones!

Rachel&Laura enjoying the delights.

tea, of course.

And, the ladies.

Twas a delicious day.  And then after devouring most of the food, we all played apples to apples for a while.  It was a very quick and lovely day.
I went right from the midst of the tea party to babysit, from which I have just returned.  That experience will come in a different post if I remember.  In short, I wish I had written down all of the hysterical things that three year old said to me.  The cutest.
Anywho, now that I am thoroughly exhausted, stress has just settled upon me as well.  While talking to the baby's mother before she left, she was telling me about her classes at Gordon and said they were all great except for one, which was by far, the worst and most difficult was astronomy.  And me, being the ever so lucky girl that I am, have that in my schedule for next semester.  And the only changes I can make is for microeconomics, which may or may not totally suck.
Ugh, life.
I also have the impossible old testament paper due monday that I have yet to start.
So tired.  Times like these that I so wish I had a big plush comforter and a bunch of fluffy pillows to jump into and sleep.  My bed seems so lame and uncomfortable now in comparison.  Or maybe it's just that way in real life.
Yeah.
I need to go to sleep.
More tomorrow, friends.
We crashed tonight.  Actually, we were rear-ended by a giant pick up truck.  It started like any normal evening should.  Around five thirty Kesha, Sarah, Laura, Rachel, and I went out for panera for dinner.  After dinner, we decided to go out for ice cream to this ice cream shop that was only a few miles away.  So we go, we get ice cream, and we get slightly lost trying to find the highway.  Once we find it, I pull up to the stop sign before merging onto the highway, and I hear Rachel and Laura scream right before I feel the whole car get hit.  Turns out a Ford Ranger 'didn't see me' and smashed into the back of Benny.  Rachel and Laura jump out of the car to check it out, and Rachel jumps back in and the first thing she says is 'wait, we learned about this in my conflict management class!'  And she starts telling me about the information to get and what is going to happen and such.  Right before the crash, Sarah and I were discussing what movie we were gonna watch that night.  I wanted to watch Tangled, she wanted to watch anything else.  The first thing she says after we get hit was 'okay, we can watch whatever you want.'
He just looks like a giant fist socked him in the butt.  Then I had to talk to gopo and insurance companies and blah blah blah.
Gopo thinks Benny might be totaled, but we shall see.
Then, after a few hours of phone calls and paperwork, I come back to watch grey's anatomy with Sarah, who, while complaining about how we don't do anything with our lives, delivered this great statement:
"We're college students, we should be out on the town!  ...Of course, we were out on the town and we crashed."
My.  Life.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

So I'm kinda obsessed with beds.  I've always wanted a big comfy bed with a fluffy down comforter and like ten fluffy pillows all over it.  Bed time is my favorite time of day, and it's infinitely better if you're crawling into a pile of fluff.  I also want several mattress pads to make the mattress itself comfortable.
A mix between these two beds would be heaven.
I love beds.  Someday I'm going to have the most comfortable bed covered in cushions and pillows and it's going to be pure joy.
That's what I'm thinking about as I sit in my sad little bed in my crappy college dorm room.
Anywho, I'm gonna eat some left over chicken salad. Adios.
You know what's weird?
I'm totally into celtic music right now.  I'm listening to 'now we are free' by lisa cannon and I've also been listening to Enya a lot lately, which isn't celtic, but it's still weird.
It's just really peaceful.  I like it.
You know what else is weird?
Goosebumps.  Not the book series, but the actual bumps you get from being cold.  I always wanted to get goosebumps, but I swear I never have.  Probably because I'm chronically overheated, but I JUST got goosebumps for the first time.  All over my arms, it was the coolest thing.
Anywho, this is me losing my mind.
I'm so incredibly tired but I got a bunch of sleep last night so I should be fine.  I have this freaking essay looming over my head, but all I want to do is watch a movie and sleep.  I wanna go home!  Sixteen days.  What I really wanna do is have this semester be completely over with.
But oh, wait, next semester is going to also suck.
Yay.
I'm just really sick of my painfully boring every day life.
I feel like getting a tumblr and being emo all over it.
Also, I've decided to dye my hair.  I need a change, and tattoos are too expensive.
And I hate my hair lately as it is, so why not?
I also made a lovely discovery recently.  If I go into the film industry, I can get as many tattoos as I want in the most noticeable places.  Not that I'm going to go crazy or anything, I'm not planning any tattoos in the near future, it's just nice to know I have to freedom to do what I wish.  If that is what I decide to do with my life.
I need to do something with my life.  Something different, I am so sick of this everyday boring routine.

Friday, November 4, 2011

What a long day and it's only 9:30.
Not too bad, though.  8am classes will never be fun, but I got out a bit early, and old testament wasn't too bad.
And then I had a babysitting job on campus at 1pm.  This is where things got interesting.  Elementary age kids, piece of cake, toddlers and babies, no problem.  But boy did this four year old girl throw me for a loop.
I don't babysit many kids between the ages of two and seven, so I wasn't exactly sure what to expect.  My niece is four but she's really shy and sweet and easygoing.  This little girl was chatty, sassy, and hyper.  She was stinkin adorable, and I really enjoyed playing with her for a little of the afternoon.  We went on 'adventures' walking around the campus, colored a little, watched winnie the pooh for a bit, then she went home.  We were sitting in my dorm room, the little girl and I, and Sarah and I were discussing the tea party tomorrow and making plans while the little girl was entranced by winnie the pooh.  It was a sweet job.
I also realized that I hate winnie the pooh.  Hate him.  In the first ten minutes I was like oooh winnie the pooh I miss this I love it!  And then I'm like no way, I take it all back.  Because you've got this OCD erratic rabbit who is always getting his stuff messed with and broken, an annoying stuttering pig with confidence issues, an arrogant owl, a freaking annoying tiger, and winnie the pooh- the worst character of all.
One of the scenes in the movie was pooh going to rabbit's house and asking for some honey.  Rabbit gives him a little like he asked for, and then pooh looks at rabbit like 'seriously, this is all you give me?' and he ends up going through like eight jars and completely cleaning rabbit out of all his honey.  He's such a mooch, and that's not a good friend.  And he always has these stupid ideas that end up bringing trouble to his friends and every time the narrator said the next chapter was about tigger or someone else, Pooh gets all pouty and asks why its not about him.
Oh, how he annoys me.  He's really self-centered and spoiled, but he's really sneaky about it.  Instead of saying he wants honey, he says things like 'oh, I wouldn't mind some honey right now' in the middle of a completely unrelated conversation.  And then that character he was talking to is now obligated to serve him honey.
I just hate it all.  But the little girl was so into it, so whatev.
And the tea party is tomorrow!  Sarah has been slaving away for hours preparing food and I've done virtually nothing, which is probably unfair.  So, I'm going to get up tomorrow and clean and do what needs to be done so she doesn't have to be working all morning either.
Also, I have to babysit tomorrow form 4:30 till midnightish.  My life!
So for now, I'm off to sleep.
Goodnight all, happy weekend!
I had a dream last night that Lucia packed up me and everyone I know and took us to florida.  It was a really random group of people, some college friends, some youth group people, some friends from home, and Lucia was taking us all on a missions trips or something like that.
So we're driving through Florida and all of a sudden, we're driving through the magical Disney World arc and surprise!- Lucia was actually treating us to a day in disney!  So happy, I think I cried with joy in my dream.  Anywho, I ended up getting soaked on splash mountain with Laura, racing to haunted mansion with Tim, and getting to the front of the line with Beckie on pirates of the Caribbean.  It was so nice.  And then in real life Sarah's alarm went off and I woke up, feeling oddly very well rested.  But when I fell back asleep probably three seconds later, I dreamt that Homie was really mad at Jake, my dog, and that he hated him and wanted him gone.  This part was really weird though.  I was afraid Homie was going to get rid of Jake and so when he asked where Jake was, I said he was out driving my car, and apparently that was a legit response because homie nodded and said we'd wait for him to come back.  And then when Jake returned with my car, I wrapped him up in a blanket with his tennis ball and sent him all Moses-style in a basket down the river.  It was assumed in the dream that I had succeeded in saving Jakie and that he was safe.  But it was really really sad because I didn't want to send my puppy away.
Anyways, weird night for dreams.
And now my latest obsession:  Disney on ice: Dare to Dream.
I was looking up daylight savings and there was an add at the top of the page with the cast of tangled and princess and the frog on ice.  It was designed for me.  This is my show.
So I kinda freaked out and found out that it's playing twenty minutes from me in Philly while I'm on Christmas break.  So, I'm going. For sure.
Anywho, it's FRIDAY.  Such joy.  I have to finish the graphs on my research paper, go to chapel & one more class, babysit a four year old girl on campus who doesn't like princesses (what shall I do?!), and go shopping with Sarah for tea party goods.
Also I'm freezing.  I tried to be cute today and consequently wasn't thinking about the weather too much.  So I ended up with a chiffon type shirt without a sweater or coat.  What was I thinking?  So after the class that I'm currently in ends, I'll be hitting the sweatshirts.  

Thursday, November 3, 2011

There's Really No Way To Describe My Roommate Relationship.

College is weird.  Sleeping patterns, roommate interactions, and how time is spent is just so odd.  It can't be like this in real life- can it?
I have never taken naps, my whole life.  Even last year, never took naps.  I always thought people were really weird to waste time and sleep during the day.  But this year, I'm sleeping almost every free minute I have.  I get up at 6:15am for work, come back at nine and go to sleep, go to class, come back and sleep, then do homework and go to meetings and whatever else needs to be done, then go to bed again.  I'm always sleeping, but it's never enough.  I'm always tired.  I think it's the babysitting at 7am that's messing me up.
And then roommates.  Most of my friends have really weird relationships with their roommates.  Not bad, but not normal.  Sarah and I interact really weirdly.  I annoy the crap out of her when I'm bored, and she tells me she hates me and I'm useless pretty frequently.  We're pretty much always yelling and laughing/crying about our lives and our disgusting excuse of a room.  One of us also declares that we are moving out on a daily basis.  But in real life, we really like each other and we would never actually move out.  It's just how we interact.  It's perfectly normal to me because I'm used to it, but when I take a step back and look at it, it's pretty weird.  For example, just a little while ago while Sarah and I were both trying to write essays (which we don't usually do in the same room for now obvious reasons), I told her I was listening to her because I had my headphones in, she looked over at me with one of her death glares, said 'die', and went back to her essay.  And for some reason, I find it hysterical.  Normal people would maybe be a bit intimidated, but every insult and argument usually ends in us just laughing about something stupid.  It works out.
And how time is spent isn't so much odd, it's just weird for me.  In high school I would go work at concerts and go to the movies and go into philly and do lots of fun things.  Here, we never want to leave our room because we're so tired and it's usually pretty late by the time we're finished with our homework.  So we watch movies.  And laugh about how unfortunate our lives are at this point in time.

However, Sarah is having her tea birthday party this saturday, which will be new and fun!
Anywho, I'm gonna watch me some SVU while Sarah finishes her essay.
By the way, mine is pretty much done.  I've written all of it and just need to do the graphs, which will take ten minutes at most.
Goodnight!
After throwing a minor hissy fit on my life in the last post (I apologize) I went to the gym and ordered dinner from my favorite place and I am quite content.  Yes, I still have this research paper looming over my head, my hair is still making me crazy, and I am quite chilly, but I am in a pretty good mood.  I'm thinking it's time to pull out the footies and get this essay done for good.
Yeah, I said it. Footies.  I have these starry footie pajamas that my mom got me a year or two ago and they are so stinking comfy.  They're really warm and it's kinda like walking around in a fleece sleeping bag, but much easier.  I just checked to see if I had a photo of me in my footies, and turns out I do not.  There's probably a good reason for that; footies are not very attractive on anyone.
Anywho, I highly recommend them, especially here in new england.
Target, fifteen bucks I think.  I also have some that are red with monkeys on the feet, those are nice too.  Also target.  They're not for everyone, though.  Sarah, for once, pretty much detests footies.  Her loss.
I'm gonna go get comfy.
I am not in a good mood.
Well, I wouldn't call it a bad mood, I mean I'm not angry or sad or anything, I'm just really restless.
I want another tattoo.
Or to chop all of my hair off.
I came up with another reason to cut it off: money.  I use so much shampoo&conditioner and I'm always having to buy more.  And because I like my hair and want to take care of it, I get the good stuff: herbal essences.
But, alas, I will not cut it off for quite some time.  As much as I hate it lately, I'd regret it if I cut it out of impulse.
I just want a change.  I'm also listening to really girly emo music (currently, 'torn' by natalie imbruglia) and thinking about how terrible this semester is, so that could be a large factor in the cloud over my day.
I just hate my classes.  I'm also babysitting everyday of the week except for sundays lately, which is just really wiping me out.  Unfortunately, I need the money if I want to go to California.  I miss my family.
I miss my old life, sometimes.  I kinda do now.  I used to have everything figured out, believe it or not.  In high school I loved my youth group, I felt like I totally belonged there and I knew that I was liked and I liked the people around me.  I was really comfortable.
I miss dating.  It's exciting, that moment when you realize a guy likes you back.  I like that little spark in life.  I need some spark with this painfully mundane life I'm living lately.  Unfortunately, I don't like any boys here and even if I did, would I even have time to date anyone?  Probably not.  So sad.
I'm just being super negative.  I want a change.  A new tattoo?  Hair color?  Piercing?
Nope, because the reason I'm slaving away every day is to make money, not blow it.
Things will get better.  It's not like it's even bad.  It's just so boring.

Anywho, back to the real world, I have a research paper due tomorrow!  That's me, one lucky girl.
And then I'm babysitting for a few hours, then Sarah and I have to get all sorts of food for her tea party on saturday.  Then saturday we have to clean and cook till the party, then I have to work on my old testament essay, and then babysitting all night.  Then sunday is church and finishing the OT paper.
Homework, babysitting, sleep, repeat.
On the plus side, Lucia sent me some royal blue ugg looking boots today.  So nice.  Personally, I love them.  Everyone else hates them, but whatev, they don't have to wear them.  Sarah says it looks like I killed two smurfs and turned them into boots.
Anywho, I should probably return to my life of homework and misery and get this essay done.
I'll be more optimistic tomorrow, I assure you.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Wednesday again, another day of babysitting.
Today the kids are doing homework and eating halloween candy while I watch New Girl and shop online for camcorders.
Today's 8am class was pretty ideal.  We watched videos about global warming and ocean acidity for about forty five minutes, had a fifteen minute lecture, and then he passed back our exams and we went over it.  Got out a half hour early.
And then I completely passed out and missed chapel, went to old testament, and now here I am.  Only two kids today, and they're the older two so they don't want to hang out with me anyways.
And of course, wednesday babysitting means I'm freezing as usual.  It also means I'm doing quite a bit of daydreaming and random internet-surfing (stumbleupon).
I had a dream last night that I was in spain and my parents, aunt&uncle, and sister all came to visit.  I took them out to a restaurant and spoke spanish the entire time and translated to them what the waiter was saying and ahhhh.  I want to be fluent!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Fun Fact Of The Day:
I CANNOT WAIT to cut off my hair.
It's getting out of control.  I'm closing it in my car door, it takes hours to dry, it's impossible to deal with when it's windy.  Also, I've gotten into the habit of just pulling it back or braiding it because it takes too long to straighten and it gets everywhere if I let it dry naturally.
I just don't know how Rapunzel does it.

I think I've decided to cut it off when I'm in Spain, because then I can get used to it without everyone I know freaking out.  And I'm not talkin pixie cut either, just to my shoulders.  Manageable.  Normal people length.
That is, if I can last that long.
So I love Taylor Swift.  I'm not ashamed.  She writes songs about my life.
Anywho, I went to her show on my last birthday as a gift from my best friend, Steph, and shoot was it good.  I took about eight gazillion short videos, and I'm currently reliving the concert through them.
Ahh, I miss last summer.  I had no job and no money but somehow I was able to do all of these awesome things and travel to some great places.
Here's a little video of one of my favorite tswift songs from the show.
So nice.  I miss that show.
Sarah does not share my love for tswift, unfortunately.  She just walked into the room while I was playing her music and asked if I was doing so to try to get back at Sarah for something. I was not.
Anywho, we're off to the gym where I can privately listen to taylor and not get ridiculed.