One day until WALL-E in the quad.
Two days until Robert Channing visits.
Two days until my mommy's birthday.
Four days until I go to Charlotte to see 30 Seconds to Mars.
Eight days until the CAB dinner.
Ten days until the Raace for the Cure.
Fifteen days until I go home.
That's my countdown right now, with the main things on it. Sure, I have a paper due Friday. Sure I have exams next week. Sure I have laundry to do. But none of that is what I count "important enough" for this particular countdown.
Last night, my roommate and I (who have ALWAYS had our problems but recently, we've gotten along splendidly) walked across the road to Harris Teeter, the long way, to get comfort food. She had a mild panic attack because she's breaking up with her boyfriend because she can't handle a relationship right now and I had an urge for ice cream after a depressing conversation with my own boy-thing. Though Shanon and I are still fairly close, we know that come May 6th, we're going to be reduced to friends via cyberspace and cell phones.
One thing that never fails to lift my spirits, when I spend too long thinking about all of this, is putting on Manchester Orchestra on my iPod, grabbing a CapriSun from the fridge (what kind of college kids would we be without kiddie drinks?), turning my phone on silent, and going on what one could call the Hell Walk. Basically, I go on a two hour long walk around the campus. Which results in a three turn trip around the campus, one long trek through the woods, and even a quick run along the walkway to Hodgins apartments. Needless to say, my mood is lifted but my legs feel like jelly mixed with concrete. How that's possible, I don't know, but it's true.
I went to see Clash of the Titans recently. It was pretty great, haha. If you're curious and want to check out my other blog, Movie Obsessed, feel free. I plan on talking about a LOT of movies this summer, seeing as how I'll have so much time free.
On that note, I want to look for a job at a hotel. Yes, I understand that that's kind of creepy, but if it means I get discounted rates for rooms and my friends can visit me and not have to worry about sleeping in a house filled with smoke, I'm all for it.
Things have gotten a little hard for me lately. Some days I feel like I'm struggling to keep my head above the water and some days I feel like I'm floating on air. My life has taken a turn for the bi-polar, it seems. I'm okay with it for the most part though. I jut pop in my earbuds, turn my iPod on shuffle, and tread water slowly. I'll get where I'm going, wherever the current is taking me, on my own.
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The weather is just right.
The weather has been beautiful this past week and I'm feeling great with it.
I'll preface this entire thing by telling a quick story. I went to my Financial Aid counselor who in no certain terms told me that if I returned to Guilford, I would have to sell my soul on the black market first. Okay, maybe she didn't say that, but that's how I took it. So on the walk back from the New Garden building to my dorm, while I called my mom crying, I made a decision. This decision was hard for me, the hardest I've probably ever made, but it was the best choice.
I will not be a Quaker next year. On May 6th, I bid adieu to my education as a GuilCo Quaker and resign myself to being a glorified visitor next year. I will be going to CVCC (Catawba Valley Community College, yo) and living with my parents. Hopefully I'll be working with my sister too. If not, I'm still going to get a job. Then, the next year, I'll transfer to a four year STATE school.
After I decided not to come back to Guilford (but I'm visiting every three weeks if I can swing it!), I don't know. It seemed as if I was lifted a little bit. It's every bit heartbreaking when I walk on the campus and realize I can't do this every day next year, but I don't know. I'm a little more carefree now. Because at least for next year, I won't have to worry about my dad paying an arm and a leg for my education.
With this is the knowledge that I'm going to be doing something REALLY great on May 1st. I'm doing the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. It's a 5k walk (because I definitely cannot do the run) and I've been working out for it a lot lately.
Also! I took my Quantitative Literacy exam on Wednesday. There were 36 questions and to pass, you were allowed to miss 15. Now math has never been my strong suit so I was prepared to miss 14, maybe even 15. I usually pass by the seat of my pants anyways. But something miraculous happened. I only missed 7! And I was the first one finished! It was AMAZING!
I don't know, this is a very random post because I'm actually in the middle of doing homework and preparing to do CAB stuff and it's just a really weird day. But it's beautiful outside. :]]
Thanks for reading!
I'll preface this entire thing by telling a quick story. I went to my Financial Aid counselor who in no certain terms told me that if I returned to Guilford, I would have to sell my soul on the black market first. Okay, maybe she didn't say that, but that's how I took it. So on the walk back from the New Garden building to my dorm, while I called my mom crying, I made a decision. This decision was hard for me, the hardest I've probably ever made, but it was the best choice.
I will not be a Quaker next year. On May 6th, I bid adieu to my education as a GuilCo Quaker and resign myself to being a glorified visitor next year. I will be going to CVCC (Catawba Valley Community College, yo) and living with my parents. Hopefully I'll be working with my sister too. If not, I'm still going to get a job. Then, the next year, I'll transfer to a four year STATE school.
After I decided not to come back to Guilford (but I'm visiting every three weeks if I can swing it!), I don't know. It seemed as if I was lifted a little bit. It's every bit heartbreaking when I walk on the campus and realize I can't do this every day next year, but I don't know. I'm a little more carefree now. Because at least for next year, I won't have to worry about my dad paying an arm and a leg for my education.
With this is the knowledge that I'm going to be doing something REALLY great on May 1st. I'm doing the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. It's a 5k walk (because I definitely cannot do the run) and I've been working out for it a lot lately.
Also! I took my Quantitative Literacy exam on Wednesday. There were 36 questions and to pass, you were allowed to miss 15. Now math has never been my strong suit so I was prepared to miss 14, maybe even 15. I usually pass by the seat of my pants anyways. But something miraculous happened. I only missed 7! And I was the first one finished! It was AMAZING!
I don't know, this is a very random post because I'm actually in the middle of doing homework and preparing to do CAB stuff and it's just a really weird day. But it's beautiful outside. :]]
Thanks for reading!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Spring Break, Serendipity, and the good life.
So let's break down my past few weeks, shall we? This is going to be a longer post, so if you just wanna skim it, I won't blame you.
Spring Break:
As anyone with two brain cells can deduce, there was alcohol involved. In fact, I probably won't post a lot of the photos to Facebook because what happens in Virginia Beach damn well better stay in Virginia Beach, haha. We didn't drink every night (and by we, I mean me) but we played a lot of fun drinking games (with non-alcoholic drinks for me and usually one other person at some point in the night) and cards. We also watched a bunch of movies. To be honest, the trip was a complete success.
The beach was beautiful too (at the Bay and the actual beach). There were a few days of beautiful weather that we could enjoy the beach without freezing to death but the last few days were rainy. That was okay though, because we still had a lot of fun. I went with four friends; Kara, Peach, Maddie, and Garrett. We had a lot of fun and having two cars meant we didn't all have to do the same thing. It was great and I'm glad that I went.
Serendipity:
This is something that you have to go through to understand. For the students of Guilford, it's a time to hang out in good Spring weather (as it appears to never have had a poor-weathered Serendipity) and enjoy the events that are planned for the weekend. Yes there is drinking and smoking that is not condoned during the events but we can't stop what people do in the privacy of their rooms or the woods. So the students of Guilford enjoy that weekend. For the CAB members (like myself), it is called HELL. We have busted our asses since January to get everything in order for this one weekend, two days, for the best experience for everyone.
For the most part, this weekend was absolutely amazing. The carnival was pretty awesome, people enjoyed the dance party (until the DJs started drinking and it was canceled), a lot of people went to see Alain Nu. And that was just Friday. Saturday started at noon with a street fair with music and vendors and face painting. There was jello wrestling sponsored by the men's rugby team and that was (gross but) a lot of fun to watch. There was rock climbing and a slip-n-slide, a battle of the bands all on the street to get everyone involved.
Then came the main part of Serendipity; the concert. The battle of the bands winner (Mixed Signals, a cutesy folk band) played for a while and then Molly Marlette, an adorable singer/song writer played. Then the main band, Man Man. During the voting for bands, because CAB is about concensus and equality, we had a lot of problems with Man Man. They weren't on the provided list but majority of the campus wanted them so we felt obligated in getting them. They went to drink in their hotel. We should have known it would go downhill from there.
The students were causing problems with trying to bring beverages onto the field where we were having the concert. It had been advertised that there would be free water and other drinks inside, but no outside beverages were allowed. People still snuck alcohol in somehow. People also snuck pot in. Then when Man Man came on, the crowd started to mosh (where people start thrashing about to the music and hurting the people around them, all in good fun, right?). People were getting injured, and badly. Erin, the woman above CAB, our co-presidents Justin and Morgaine, and Justin's younger brother Drake (as well as a few SHOWPROs and event staff) went to the stage to ask the band if they could announce that people should settle down, the lead singer refused to let them have the microphone.
With that in mind, we stopped letting people into the venue. This caused our people, CAB, to get yelled at and cussed at and swung at. Yes, I was almost punched in the face last night. Good times all around, right? But atleast I wasn't hit. The same can't be said for our co-president Justin. Justin was trying to stop a drunken student from stealing one of the Public Safety golf carts (which has become a pasttime for drunken students, and driving them into the lake). Said drunken student punched Justin, then proceeded for the rest of the night to try to continue into the venue, even though we told him he was on the no-go list. Justin is pressing charges.
The good life:
So besides Serendipity being awesome and yet still a bit of a disaster, it was still pretty great. I went to the olds (old apartments) last night where there were so many people partying that people couldn't all fit in the apartments, they were packed with anywhere from fifty to one hundred people outside of one building. The rule at the olds is that as long as you are on the porch, you can't be called out for underage drinking. I don't know how this rule came about, but it's there. So people were trying their damnedest to get on the porch to drink.
Hall Directors and Resident Advisors and even the Associate Dean for Resident Life (among many members of Public Safety) were all standing out there, ready to catch people for drinking. I was drinking water (I'm on substance free so if I'm caught drinking, I get kicked out) and the RAs knew it so I was okay, just enjoying the music. Plus, I was watching out for the 17 year old prospective student that had been helping CAB out all day. He was pretty cool, I hope he comes here when he is able.
After that, and before that, and a little while during that, I was fighting with my best friend here, Maddie. Not really fighting as much as explaining why I was hurt with how she was acting around me. I won't go into detail with that, but we've decided to work on our friendship. First order of business was going across the street today to go to lunch together.
On a different note, Shanon and I spent a lot of time together this weekend. Okay, we were working for most of it, but we spent a lot of time together. We got into a bit of a fight on Friday night and it snowballed from there for a while, but we worked it out by Saturday night so we shared a slow dance in the parking lot during a slow song. It was sweet. He wanted me to join him at a bonfire in the meadows but I really didn't have the strength to continue. That sounds melodramatic, but I had been awake since seven AM and had only gone to sleep at six AM that morning anyways so one hour of sleep and then fourteen hours of hardcore work meant that I was pretty tired.
I FOUND A ROOMMATE! Kind of. The deal is, Silvana and I are going to be roommates in the hall of her choosing (Shore, an all girl dorm) unless she (or I, but that won't happen) find another roommate. We met this semester and get along well enough, haven't had any problems. If we become roommates, I think that it will work out very well. Better than say, perhaps, my roommate situation right now. Rooming with a girl I've known for 10 years might have been a bad idea, haha.
I'm sure there are a million more things I could write about but I have homework and a lot of rest on my plate for tonight, so I'm going to focus on those first. I'll try to post again soon, I know it's been a while since my last post. Be safe.
Spring Break:
As anyone with two brain cells can deduce, there was alcohol involved. In fact, I probably won't post a lot of the photos to Facebook because what happens in Virginia Beach damn well better stay in Virginia Beach, haha. We didn't drink every night (and by we, I mean me) but we played a lot of fun drinking games (with non-alcoholic drinks for me and usually one other person at some point in the night) and cards. We also watched a bunch of movies. To be honest, the trip was a complete success.
The beach was beautiful too (at the Bay and the actual beach). There were a few days of beautiful weather that we could enjoy the beach without freezing to death but the last few days were rainy. That was okay though, because we still had a lot of fun. I went with four friends; Kara, Peach, Maddie, and Garrett. We had a lot of fun and having two cars meant we didn't all have to do the same thing. It was great and I'm glad that I went.
Serendipity:
This is something that you have to go through to understand. For the students of Guilford, it's a time to hang out in good Spring weather (as it appears to never have had a poor-weathered Serendipity) and enjoy the events that are planned for the weekend. Yes there is drinking and smoking that is not condoned during the events but we can't stop what people do in the privacy of their rooms or the woods. So the students of Guilford enjoy that weekend. For the CAB members (like myself), it is called HELL. We have busted our asses since January to get everything in order for this one weekend, two days, for the best experience for everyone.
For the most part, this weekend was absolutely amazing. The carnival was pretty awesome, people enjoyed the dance party (until the DJs started drinking and it was canceled), a lot of people went to see Alain Nu. And that was just Friday. Saturday started at noon with a street fair with music and vendors and face painting. There was jello wrestling sponsored by the men's rugby team and that was (gross but) a lot of fun to watch. There was rock climbing and a slip-n-slide, a battle of the bands all on the street to get everyone involved.
Then came the main part of Serendipity; the concert. The battle of the bands winner (Mixed Signals, a cutesy folk band) played for a while and then Molly Marlette, an adorable singer/song writer played. Then the main band, Man Man. During the voting for bands, because CAB is about concensus and equality, we had a lot of problems with Man Man. They weren't on the provided list but majority of the campus wanted them so we felt obligated in getting them. They went to drink in their hotel. We should have known it would go downhill from there.
The students were causing problems with trying to bring beverages onto the field where we were having the concert. It had been advertised that there would be free water and other drinks inside, but no outside beverages were allowed. People still snuck alcohol in somehow. People also snuck pot in. Then when Man Man came on, the crowd started to mosh (where people start thrashing about to the music and hurting the people around them, all in good fun, right?). People were getting injured, and badly. Erin, the woman above CAB, our co-presidents Justin and Morgaine, and Justin's younger brother Drake (as well as a few SHOWPROs and event staff) went to the stage to ask the band if they could announce that people should settle down, the lead singer refused to let them have the microphone.
With that in mind, we stopped letting people into the venue. This caused our people, CAB, to get yelled at and cussed at and swung at. Yes, I was almost punched in the face last night. Good times all around, right? But atleast I wasn't hit. The same can't be said for our co-president Justin. Justin was trying to stop a drunken student from stealing one of the Public Safety golf carts (which has become a pasttime for drunken students, and driving them into the lake). Said drunken student punched Justin, then proceeded for the rest of the night to try to continue into the venue, even though we told him he was on the no-go list. Justin is pressing charges.
The good life:
So besides Serendipity being awesome and yet still a bit of a disaster, it was still pretty great. I went to the olds (old apartments) last night where there were so many people partying that people couldn't all fit in the apartments, they were packed with anywhere from fifty to one hundred people outside of one building. The rule at the olds is that as long as you are on the porch, you can't be called out for underage drinking. I don't know how this rule came about, but it's there. So people were trying their damnedest to get on the porch to drink.
Hall Directors and Resident Advisors and even the Associate Dean for Resident Life (among many members of Public Safety) were all standing out there, ready to catch people for drinking. I was drinking water (I'm on substance free so if I'm caught drinking, I get kicked out) and the RAs knew it so I was okay, just enjoying the music. Plus, I was watching out for the 17 year old prospective student that had been helping CAB out all day. He was pretty cool, I hope he comes here when he is able.
After that, and before that, and a little while during that, I was fighting with my best friend here, Maddie. Not really fighting as much as explaining why I was hurt with how she was acting around me. I won't go into detail with that, but we've decided to work on our friendship. First order of business was going across the street today to go to lunch together.
On a different note, Shanon and I spent a lot of time together this weekend. Okay, we were working for most of it, but we spent a lot of time together. We got into a bit of a fight on Friday night and it snowballed from there for a while, but we worked it out by Saturday night so we shared a slow dance in the parking lot during a slow song. It was sweet. He wanted me to join him at a bonfire in the meadows but I really didn't have the strength to continue. That sounds melodramatic, but I had been awake since seven AM and had only gone to sleep at six AM that morning anyways so one hour of sleep and then fourteen hours of hardcore work meant that I was pretty tired.
I FOUND A ROOMMATE! Kind of. The deal is, Silvana and I are going to be roommates in the hall of her choosing (Shore, an all girl dorm) unless she (or I, but that won't happen) find another roommate. We met this semester and get along well enough, haven't had any problems. If we become roommates, I think that it will work out very well. Better than say, perhaps, my roommate situation right now. Rooming with a girl I've known for 10 years might have been a bad idea, haha.
I'm sure there are a million more things I could write about but I have homework and a lot of rest on my plate for tonight, so I'm going to focus on those first. I'll try to post again soon, I know it's been a while since my last post. Be safe.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
It's been a busy week.
This week has felt SO long and it's only Wednesday. With my upcoming trip (going to Virginia Beach with some of my friends for Spring Break), I guess it is normal for it to feel like time keeps stopping randomly.
For anyone that has seen my Facebook statuses recently and noticed that I'm on a roommate hunt, I'm stressed. If I don't find a roommate, I'll be put in the lottery and roomed with someone that I most likely won't get along with AND I won't be in the building that I want to be. Yes, yes, I'm stressed.
I have had one offer for a roommate, but that won't happen. It was Shanon. It was said jokingly while we were breaking down the relaxation therapy event we had today (oooh it really worked too). Of course this made me giddy because it meant that he sees us possibly together next year but it also made me sad because he followed it by saying "You know, if I'm not in Austrailia." I had forgotten that he wants to go abroad next semester...
We're doing good, in case you were wondering. We aren't really trying to be public with whatever it is we have but it's not like we're hiding one another. If we see each other around campus, we say hi, we hug, he rests his hand on my back. But we're not playing tonsil hockey or holding hands and giving each other bedroom eyes. We've got more class than that. Besides, we want to keep it semi-quiet until we know what "it" is. A relationship? We both think so, but we want to wait.
He invited me to Florida with him for Spring Break but yea, we're not at that level in our relationship yet.
Brief announcement, Milner has bed bugs. Yes, yes, I know, ew. Milner is the dorm I live in too. So even though we're not sure if my room is infested, I still scratch more than normal. Gotta love being paranoid.
My roommate is buying me diet green tea with citrus right now. Well, with my money. I'm thankful because I've been having withdrawls. You know, because I haven't had any since Monday. Too long. Haha.
I am putting myself on a diet after Spring Break (because alcohol calories would kill me otherwise). I've already kinda started it. I drink a lot of water (and now diet green tea... hmm) and I haven't drank soda (without alcohol in it) in MONTHS. I'm moving from chicken tenders and cheeseburgers to salads and pastas and sandwiches. I'm going to try it for a month, from March 15th to April 15th, and see how it goes. I know that I'll drink a few times (at least on the weekend of the 19th and 20th, and I'll explain why in another post) and I'm sure I'll fall off the bandwagon and gorge myself on a cookie (or three), but I'm going to try to do that. On top, I'm going to be exercising. I know, crazy, eh? With my back pains that I've gotten recently and my random knee pains, I'm going to be doing a little at a time but still enough. Wish me luck!
I took my midterms (or most of them) and I'm almost done before Spring Break. Here's a quick look at my schedule for the rest of this week.
Thursday; CAB office hours from 12 to 1, lunch with Shanon around 1, midterm for my French Revolution class from 2:30 to 3:45, and then packing.
Friday; Finishing packing, Web of Europe class from 11:30 to 12:45, and then packing up the car(s) and heading towards the horizon... or the state line, technically.
It's gonna be a blast. Tan cue for reading, I'm off to study and sleep... or something.
For anyone that has seen my Facebook statuses recently and noticed that I'm on a roommate hunt, I'm stressed. If I don't find a roommate, I'll be put in the lottery and roomed with someone that I most likely won't get along with AND I won't be in the building that I want to be. Yes, yes, I'm stressed.
I have had one offer for a roommate, but that won't happen. It was Shanon. It was said jokingly while we were breaking down the relaxation therapy event we had today (oooh it really worked too). Of course this made me giddy because it meant that he sees us possibly together next year but it also made me sad because he followed it by saying "You know, if I'm not in Austrailia." I had forgotten that he wants to go abroad next semester...
We're doing good, in case you were wondering. We aren't really trying to be public with whatever it is we have but it's not like we're hiding one another. If we see each other around campus, we say hi, we hug, he rests his hand on my back. But we're not playing tonsil hockey or holding hands and giving each other bedroom eyes. We've got more class than that. Besides, we want to keep it semi-quiet until we know what "it" is. A relationship? We both think so, but we want to wait.
He invited me to Florida with him for Spring Break but yea, we're not at that level in our relationship yet.
Brief announcement, Milner has bed bugs. Yes, yes, I know, ew. Milner is the dorm I live in too. So even though we're not sure if my room is infested, I still scratch more than normal. Gotta love being paranoid.
My roommate is buying me diet green tea with citrus right now. Well, with my money. I'm thankful because I've been having withdrawls. You know, because I haven't had any since Monday. Too long. Haha.
I am putting myself on a diet after Spring Break (because alcohol calories would kill me otherwise). I've already kinda started it. I drink a lot of water (and now diet green tea... hmm) and I haven't drank soda (without alcohol in it) in MONTHS. I'm moving from chicken tenders and cheeseburgers to salads and pastas and sandwiches. I'm going to try it for a month, from March 15th to April 15th, and see how it goes. I know that I'll drink a few times (at least on the weekend of the 19th and 20th, and I'll explain why in another post) and I'm sure I'll fall off the bandwagon and gorge myself on a cookie (or three), but I'm going to try to do that. On top, I'm going to be exercising. I know, crazy, eh? With my back pains that I've gotten recently and my random knee pains, I'm going to be doing a little at a time but still enough. Wish me luck!
I took my midterms (or most of them) and I'm almost done before Spring Break. Here's a quick look at my schedule for the rest of this week.
Thursday; CAB office hours from 12 to 1, lunch with Shanon around 1, midterm for my French Revolution class from 2:30 to 3:45, and then packing.
Friday; Finishing packing, Web of Europe class from 11:30 to 12:45, and then packing up the car(s) and heading towards the horizon... or the state line, technically.
It's gonna be a blast. Tan cue for reading, I'm off to study and sleep... or something.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
It's MARCH Madness... or something!
It is almost March 1st, only about four minutes until midnight. I can't believe it's already March. I can barely believe that I'm in my second semester of college, much less almost halfway through said second semester. The year has gone by so fast... too fast.
That being said, I started to look back at the year and found myself amazed at how it went. Some good, some bad. In no particular order, because I'm writing them as they come to me, here is free-written list.
I see my best friend of 10 years for the first time in 4 years. My sister is in a horrible car accident. I meet and start seeing a guy who will end up cheating on me. I befriend a bunch of Marines. I make a lot of new friends. One of my Marine friends is killed in action. One of my friends from high school dies unexpectedly. My sister gets pregnant. A very good friend of mine is put in the hospital on life support. He walks out of the hospital two months later. I dated a Marine who got too forceful and after I hit him, he tells me he isn't coming back to Greensboro. I go to a house party that is broken up by the police. I sleep in the back of a car, more than once. I join a club on campus that makes me really happy. My lowest final grade first semester was a B. I get my cartilage pierced. The Saints win the Super Bowl and I laugh until I cry. I meet a guy that I trust and start to see him. He dances with me in the snow under the stars on Valentine's day.
That list is actually not everything that happened, of course. If I told you what happened every day that I've been here, we'd be here for a while.
I've lost friends, I've gained friends. Boys have tried to break my heart and one just may have stolen it. I've struggled with assignments, I've passed tests with flying colors. I've fought, I've laughed, I've danced, I've sang, I've partied. I've stayed up all night and I've slept all day.
And just to think, it's not over yet. It's only March. I still have March, April, and then some of May.
Plus, Spring Break starts this weekend. One week with my friends in Virginia Beach. Excited doesn't even cover it. :]
All in all, I'm happy with life right now.
That being said, I started to look back at the year and found myself amazed at how it went. Some good, some bad. In no particular order, because I'm writing them as they come to me, here is free-written list.
I see my best friend of 10 years for the first time in 4 years. My sister is in a horrible car accident. I meet and start seeing a guy who will end up cheating on me. I befriend a bunch of Marines. I make a lot of new friends. One of my Marine friends is killed in action. One of my friends from high school dies unexpectedly. My sister gets pregnant. A very good friend of mine is put in the hospital on life support. He walks out of the hospital two months later. I dated a Marine who got too forceful and after I hit him, he tells me he isn't coming back to Greensboro. I go to a house party that is broken up by the police. I sleep in the back of a car, more than once. I join a club on campus that makes me really happy. My lowest final grade first semester was a B. I get my cartilage pierced. The Saints win the Super Bowl and I laugh until I cry. I meet a guy that I trust and start to see him. He dances with me in the snow under the stars on Valentine's day.
That list is actually not everything that happened, of course. If I told you what happened every day that I've been here, we'd be here for a while.
I've lost friends, I've gained friends. Boys have tried to break my heart and one just may have stolen it. I've struggled with assignments, I've passed tests with flying colors. I've fought, I've laughed, I've danced, I've sang, I've partied. I've stayed up all night and I've slept all day.
And just to think, it's not over yet. It's only March. I still have March, April, and then some of May.
Plus, Spring Break starts this weekend. One week with my friends in Virginia Beach. Excited doesn't even cover it. :]
All in all, I'm happy with life right now.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The Used is the news.
In thirty minutes (from when I start this), it will be midnight. That means it will officially be Thursday. Here is my Thursday schedule, for anyone that cares, haha.
8:00 - Breakfast with Shanon.
9:00 - Midterm that I REALLY do not want to take.
10:15 - Done with midterm.
11:15ish - Go to King to see Maddie.
This is where it gets hazy. My dear darling friend dearest Kat is gonna head to Guilco at some point in the morning/early afternoon. We'll hang out, I'll give her the grand tour, maybe hang out with Shanon (if he decides not to go to classes). After that, we'll get me all purdy-fied and then hop in the car, go to the restaurant (Zion? I think?) and then... to Charlotte. We're going to go see The Used (and Atreyu, but face it, we're going for The Used!). Then we'll make the drive back to Hickory where I will be for the rest of the weekend. Yay, family time.
I will also get to see my mommy's puppy for the first time! I've seen pictures but dammit, I want the real thing! All I know is she is small (teacup toy poodle), brownish tan, and her attitude fits her name; Sassy.
I'll also get to see my brother, whom I've missed. I hope to see my sister but... it's never sure with that one. She's got a strange schedule.
And, I'll get to have the dreaded talk with my daddy. Okay, it's not THAT dreaded. I've had the talk before with him and it went well. He had questions which I answered as quickly and painlessly as possible. And I'm not talking about the sex talk. Haha. The boyfriend talk. When I started "talking" to this one guy (football player, really nice guy, but not really boyfriend material), my dad handled it well. Now I'm "with" Shanon... and my biggest worry is going to be explaining his name, haha.
Classes are good. I don't know how much I've mentioned about my classes here, but I really enjoy them. I'm taking Literature of the 1920s as an English class. Web of Europe circa 1400s is an okay class, and I have the midterm a day before everyone else because I'll be leaving. French Revolution and Napoleon is pretty good, because the professor has the most amazing hair (for a straight guy). Leadership Seminar isn't that bad, because it meets one night a week, and there's about 50 of us in there and we all get along pretty well. For now, I'm an English major with a minor in European History but this is bound to flip-flop to being a history major and an english minor.
Guilford, Guilford. Here's some Guilco facts for your reading pleasure.
1) Guilco is short for Guilford College. We're lazy.
2) Our mascot is a Quaker.
3) We're known as the Fighting Quakers, but we're not. We're just Quakers.
4) Other schools call us the G-Spot.
5) Our professors, most of them at least, request that we call them by their first names.
6) There is such a thing as 'Guilford Time' which means our clocks are set to five minutes (or more!) late, and we don't get tardies for it.
7) Winning and celebrating any athletic win is a good excuse for not having homework.
To put it plainly and simply, I love this school.
If going to parties here at Guilford has given me one thing (besides a broken shoe, two less pairs of socks, countless injuries, an appreciation for Greensboro police, and new friends and a better taste in beer), it's definitely an appreciation for Michael Jackson. Country is a Senior here and he throws THE BEST PARTIES on campus. Either bonfire or at his apartment (brave man). When we're in his apartment or any of the houses he rents out for the parties, it's his iPod that is giving us the music for the night. And Michael Jackson has made many appearances. It's not a Country party without either Beat It or Billie Jean.
I should be sleeping. I should be studying. I should be packing. Of all the things I should be doing, I'm blogging.
On that note, I'm going to close out. It's been a long day and I don't feel well. Hopefully I'll feel better by tomorrow though.
Tan cue for reading! ;]
8:00 - Breakfast with Shanon.
9:00 - Midterm that I REALLY do not want to take.
10:15 - Done with midterm.
11:15ish - Go to King to see Maddie.
This is where it gets hazy. My dear darling friend dearest Kat is gonna head to Guilco at some point in the morning/early afternoon. We'll hang out, I'll give her the grand tour, maybe hang out with Shanon (if he decides not to go to classes). After that, we'll get me all purdy-fied and then hop in the car, go to the restaurant (Zion? I think?) and then... to Charlotte. We're going to go see The Used (and Atreyu, but face it, we're going for The Used!). Then we'll make the drive back to Hickory where I will be for the rest of the weekend. Yay, family time.
I will also get to see my mommy's puppy for the first time! I've seen pictures but dammit, I want the real thing! All I know is she is small (teacup toy poodle), brownish tan, and her attitude fits her name; Sassy.
I'll also get to see my brother, whom I've missed. I hope to see my sister but... it's never sure with that one. She's got a strange schedule.
And, I'll get to have the dreaded talk with my daddy. Okay, it's not THAT dreaded. I've had the talk before with him and it went well. He had questions which I answered as quickly and painlessly as possible. And I'm not talking about the sex talk. Haha. The boyfriend talk. When I started "talking" to this one guy (football player, really nice guy, but not really boyfriend material), my dad handled it well. Now I'm "with" Shanon... and my biggest worry is going to be explaining his name, haha.
Classes are good. I don't know how much I've mentioned about my classes here, but I really enjoy them. I'm taking Literature of the 1920s as an English class. Web of Europe circa 1400s is an okay class, and I have the midterm a day before everyone else because I'll be leaving. French Revolution and Napoleon is pretty good, because the professor has the most amazing hair (for a straight guy). Leadership Seminar isn't that bad, because it meets one night a week, and there's about 50 of us in there and we all get along pretty well. For now, I'm an English major with a minor in European History but this is bound to flip-flop to being a history major and an english minor.
Guilford, Guilford. Here's some Guilco facts for your reading pleasure.
1) Guilco is short for Guilford College. We're lazy.
2) Our mascot is a Quaker.
3) We're known as the Fighting Quakers, but we're not. We're just Quakers.
4) Other schools call us the G-Spot.
5) Our professors, most of them at least, request that we call them by their first names.
6) There is such a thing as 'Guilford Time' which means our clocks are set to five minutes (or more!) late, and we don't get tardies for it.
7) Winning and celebrating any athletic win is a good excuse for not having homework.
To put it plainly and simply, I love this school.
If going to parties here at Guilford has given me one thing (besides a broken shoe, two less pairs of socks, countless injuries, an appreciation for Greensboro police, and new friends and a better taste in beer), it's definitely an appreciation for Michael Jackson. Country is a Senior here and he throws THE BEST PARTIES on campus. Either bonfire or at his apartment (brave man). When we're in his apartment or any of the houses he rents out for the parties, it's his iPod that is giving us the music for the night. And Michael Jackson has made many appearances. It's not a Country party without either Beat It or Billie Jean.
I should be sleeping. I should be studying. I should be packing. Of all the things I should be doing, I'm blogging.
On that note, I'm going to close out. It's been a long day and I don't feel well. Hopefully I'll feel better by tomorrow though.
Tan cue for reading! ;]
Monday, February 22, 2010
Damn, distractions.
Today in my French Revolution class, I found myself very distracted and unable to stay focused. Was this because I stayed up until three AM and then woke up at seven AM? That may be part of it. Was it the awkwardly large amount of coffee intake this morning? Quite possibly. Was it because I have what may be a very distracting classmate? Yea, that is the better answer.
Michael is a really great guy. I'd have to be deaf/blind/dumb not to see it. He's attractive, intelligent, and funny. Beyond that, he has something that has most recently become a bit of an obession for me. He wears glasses. I don't know what it is about it but something about a guy in glasses... Or maybe it's his hands. I definitely have (and have had for the past few years) a thing for hands. Fingers, hands, wrists, forearms, biceps... a guy's arm is almost my favorite part of him. And Michael... he has amazing hands. He uses his hands a lot when talking which definitely helps me. I very much may pass the midterm because of his hands...
Now don't get me wrong, I'm a one guy kind of gal. And even though Shanon and I aren't teeeeechnically together, I still find myself a kept woman. Same way that he doesn't play horizontal hopscotch with any girl that bats her eyes at him (and yes, I know that they do), I do not play anything with any guy. Michael and I have had projects to work on together, papers to revise, we've even had lunch together. Thankfully it wasn't finger food because not even a Vulcan would have that much restraint.
Don't judge on the Star Trek reference.
Speaking of Shanon... I told him about the translation in the other post. He laughed it off (that amazing laugh of his that I can hear a mile away) and told me that that was just the beginning of his "daily words that made southerners roll their eyes". His words, not mine. Of course, I rolled my eyes at that. After that conversation, we were just hanging out at the gazebo outside. It was then that he noticed (or, I'd like to think, finally decided to comment on) my outfit. Oh the humor.
Today I am wearing a black tanktop and a black skirt which I transformed into a dress. It's long enough that it reaches my knees (okay, a little above my knees), but I've gotten TONS of compliments on it. Accesorized with a belt that I stole from a different shirt, put under my bust, gives it an overall good look. Topped that with a black zip up jacket, dark gray stockings, and my favorite black flats and I look good. Okay, or that I'm coming back from a funeral.
Which is what Shanon decided to latch onto. "Who died?" Of course I rolled my eyes, told him I just felt like dressing up and this was all I had. He made a comment (which I'm not going to repeat because my family is reading this), we laughed, and then he walked me back to my dorm. As we walked through the halls, a few of my male friends saw us and either a) wolf whistled, b) asked me what was up with the skirt or, my favorite, c) started making comments about how 'amazing' I was the night before.
Of course Shanon knew that they were just trying to get a rise out of him but he also knew that I was up until three AM last night for 'no apparent reason'. So if he wrapped his arm a little tighter around my waist or kissed me a little harder than normal (not that I minded), I didn't begrudge him that little show of jealousy. Hell, I like him being a little territorial. As long as he doesn't pee on me...
So besides all of that... I've got homework that I need to do... or something like that... why am I in college? Education... education... okay, yea, boys. And education.
Michael is a really great guy. I'd have to be deaf/blind/dumb not to see it. He's attractive, intelligent, and funny. Beyond that, he has something that has most recently become a bit of an obession for me. He wears glasses. I don't know what it is about it but something about a guy in glasses... Or maybe it's his hands. I definitely have (and have had for the past few years) a thing for hands. Fingers, hands, wrists, forearms, biceps... a guy's arm is almost my favorite part of him. And Michael... he has amazing hands. He uses his hands a lot when talking which definitely helps me. I very much may pass the midterm because of his hands...
Now don't get me wrong, I'm a one guy kind of gal. And even though Shanon and I aren't teeeeechnically together, I still find myself a kept woman. Same way that he doesn't play horizontal hopscotch with any girl that bats her eyes at him (and yes, I know that they do), I do not play anything with any guy. Michael and I have had projects to work on together, papers to revise, we've even had lunch together. Thankfully it wasn't finger food because not even a Vulcan would have that much restraint.
Don't judge on the Star Trek reference.
Speaking of Shanon... I told him about the translation in the other post. He laughed it off (that amazing laugh of his that I can hear a mile away) and told me that that was just the beginning of his "daily words that made southerners roll their eyes". His words, not mine. Of course, I rolled my eyes at that. After that conversation, we were just hanging out at the gazebo outside. It was then that he noticed (or, I'd like to think, finally decided to comment on) my outfit. Oh the humor.
Today I am wearing a black tanktop and a black skirt which I transformed into a dress. It's long enough that it reaches my knees (okay, a little above my knees), but I've gotten TONS of compliments on it. Accesorized with a belt that I stole from a different shirt, put under my bust, gives it an overall good look. Topped that with a black zip up jacket, dark gray stockings, and my favorite black flats and I look good. Okay, or that I'm coming back from a funeral.
Which is what Shanon decided to latch onto. "Who died?" Of course I rolled my eyes, told him I just felt like dressing up and this was all I had. He made a comment (which I'm not going to repeat because my family is reading this), we laughed, and then he walked me back to my dorm. As we walked through the halls, a few of my male friends saw us and either a) wolf whistled, b) asked me what was up with the skirt or, my favorite, c) started making comments about how 'amazing' I was the night before.
Of course Shanon knew that they were just trying to get a rise out of him but he also knew that I was up until three AM last night for 'no apparent reason'. So if he wrapped his arm a little tighter around my waist or kissed me a little harder than normal (not that I minded), I didn't begrudge him that little show of jealousy. Hell, I like him being a little territorial. As long as he doesn't pee on me...
So besides all of that... I've got homework that I need to do... or something like that... why am I in college? Education... education... okay, yea, boys. And education.
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