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.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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.
The word "word".
First, I'd like to apologize for seeming like a blogging whore. I wasn't a blogging virgin when I came in, but I never thought I'd become a blogging whore. Didn't realize how much I'd have to say.
Secondly, I'd like to talk about words. Being at college, I've found a lot of new sayings and words that have either made me smile or grimace. Here is the best of the best of the worst.
1. Word. Used in the affirmative.
Examples.
1) Me: "We're going to the movies." Shanon: "Word."
2) Me: "I've got stuff to do, but we'll hang out later, okay?" Shanon: "Word." Me: "Sentences!"
2. Gank. (Also used in past tense (ganked) and present tense (ganking). To steal.
Examples.
1) Shanon: "Someone ganked my stuff!" Me: "That sounds too sexual."
2) Shanon: "I'd feel bad for ganking his seat." Me: "That sounds too sexual."
3. Sick. Used to express enthusiasm.
Examples.
1) Justin: "We're showing District 9." Shanon: "That's sick!" Justin: "It's not that bad, just a little... weird."
2) Me: "I'm going to table tonight. Maybe use my laptop for trailers." Shanon: "That's sick!" Me: "*facepalm*"
4. Sick-nasty. Used to express ULTIMATE enthusiasm.
Example.
1) Erin: "We're having a rave." Shanon: "That's sick-nasty!" Everyone: "*facepalm*"
5. Tan Cue. A way of expressing gratitude.
Example.
1) Me: "I'll stay after and help you clean up." Shanon: "Tan cue."
6. Schwasted. Being very inebriated.
Examples.
1) Me: "You never texted me back last night." Shanon: "Sorry, I got schwasted."
2) Shanon: "Drinking to Beauty and the Beast is stupid. The Gaston Game is killer." Me: "Hence how you got 'schwasted' last night?"
7. Schlammered. Being very, very inebriated.
Example.
1) Me: "Did you get schwasted last night?" Shanon: "Nah, got way past that. I was schlammered."
8. <3. Does not express love, expresses gratitude.
Example.
1) Me: "I'll be there in an hour to help set up." Shanon: "<3" Me: "Excuse me?" Shanon: "Tan cue!"
9. Legit. Used standalone to say something is true or cool.
Examples.
1) Me: "I'm going to see The Used this weekend." Shanon: "That's legit."
2) Shanon: "I got the poster ready for you." Me: "Really?" Shanon: "Legit."
My personal favorite right now. 10. Anserophobia. The fear of geese.
Example.
1) Me: "The geese here are crazy! They creep me out." Shanon: "Ah, a case of anserophobia. Sorry, no cure."
Okay, as you've noticed, there are a few patterns in these definitions. One, they are mostly about plans/events/cleaning/setting up/posters. This is because I'm on CAB. The second pattern is the person who all these words come from. Shanon.
First off, Shanon is from New Hampshire. I'd say 'case in point' but that'd be mean (and distinctly southern). Secondly, Shanon is a guy. Don't let the name fool you, he really is a male. Thirdly, Shanon is the guy that I've found myself... involved with? Sure, let's call it that. No hanky-panky, but it's all sweetness and cuddles and holding hands. Oh, yea, and making out, haha.
So even though with these words, I've heard most from other people at some point in time, my favorite times come from Shanon. Either it's his laughter afterwards, the fact that he says it in that 'I'm not stoned, this is just who I am' voice, or the fact that it is simply him that says it. Whatever it is, his examples are my favorite.
If and when he gives me any new material, I'll make a second part to this. Until then, I'm going to try to use these in every day conversation.
So tan cue (<3!) for reading this. I'm neither schlammered or schwasted, but it wouldn't hurt. I'm going to dodge the geese on the way to The Grill (to meet my favorite semi-permanently stoned New Englander), and yes, I realize that I do suffer from anserophobia. Happily. I apologize to Shanon for ganking his words, but they are sick (or sick-nasty, depending on the word). I've gotta go though, legit. I'll write more either later tonight (blog whore, sorry) or tomorrow. Word.
Secondly, I'd like to talk about words. Being at college, I've found a lot of new sayings and words that have either made me smile or grimace. Here is the best of the best of the worst.
1. Word. Used in the affirmative.
Examples.
1) Me: "We're going to the movies." Shanon: "Word."
2) Me: "I've got stuff to do, but we'll hang out later, okay?" Shanon: "Word." Me: "Sentences!"
2. Gank. (Also used in past tense (ganked) and present tense (ganking). To steal.
Examples.
1) Shanon: "Someone ganked my stuff!" Me: "That sounds too sexual."
2) Shanon: "I'd feel bad for ganking his seat." Me: "That sounds too sexual."
3. Sick. Used to express enthusiasm.
Examples.
1) Justin: "We're showing District 9." Shanon: "That's sick!" Justin: "It's not that bad, just a little... weird."
2) Me: "I'm going to table tonight. Maybe use my laptop for trailers." Shanon: "That's sick!" Me: "*facepalm*"
4. Sick-nasty. Used to express ULTIMATE enthusiasm.
Example.
1) Erin: "We're having a rave." Shanon: "That's sick-nasty!" Everyone: "*facepalm*"
5. Tan Cue. A way of expressing gratitude.
Example.
1) Me: "I'll stay after and help you clean up." Shanon: "Tan cue."
6. Schwasted. Being very inebriated.
Examples.
1) Me: "You never texted me back last night." Shanon: "Sorry, I got schwasted."
2) Shanon: "Drinking to Beauty and the Beast is stupid. The Gaston Game is killer." Me: "Hence how you got 'schwasted' last night?"
7. Schlammered. Being very, very inebriated.
Example.
1) Me: "Did you get schwasted last night?" Shanon: "Nah, got way past that. I was schlammered."
8. <3. Does not express love, expresses gratitude.
Example.
1) Me: "I'll be there in an hour to help set up." Shanon: "<3" Me: "Excuse me?" Shanon: "Tan cue!"
9. Legit. Used standalone to say something is true or cool.
Examples.
1) Me: "I'm going to see The Used this weekend." Shanon: "That's legit."
2) Shanon: "I got the poster ready for you." Me: "Really?" Shanon: "Legit."
My personal favorite right now. 10. Anserophobia. The fear of geese.
Example.
1) Me: "The geese here are crazy! They creep me out." Shanon: "Ah, a case of anserophobia. Sorry, no cure."
Okay, as you've noticed, there are a few patterns in these definitions. One, they are mostly about plans/events/cleaning/setting up/posters. This is because I'm on CAB. The second pattern is the person who all these words come from. Shanon.
First off, Shanon is from New Hampshire. I'd say 'case in point' but that'd be mean (and distinctly southern). Secondly, Shanon is a guy. Don't let the name fool you, he really is a male. Thirdly, Shanon is the guy that I've found myself... involved with? Sure, let's call it that. No hanky-panky, but it's all sweetness and cuddles and holding hands. Oh, yea, and making out, haha.
So even though with these words, I've heard most from other people at some point in time, my favorite times come from Shanon. Either it's his laughter afterwards, the fact that he says it in that 'I'm not stoned, this is just who I am' voice, or the fact that it is simply him that says it. Whatever it is, his examples are my favorite.
If and when he gives me any new material, I'll make a second part to this. Until then, I'm going to try to use these in every day conversation.
So tan cue (<3!) for reading this. I'm neither schlammered or schwasted, but it wouldn't hurt. I'm going to dodge the geese on the way to The Grill (to meet my favorite semi-permanently stoned New Englander), and yes, I realize that I do suffer from anserophobia. Happily. I apologize to Shanon for ganking his words, but they are sick (or sick-nasty, depending on the word). I've gotta go though, legit. I'll write more either later tonight (blog whore, sorry) or tomorrow. Word.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I'm addicted to the city lights.
I am on my way to becoming the most useless blogger. No worries, no one is reading it anyways. I'm basically just writing this all down for me and if someone reads it, good for them, they get a (freshly baked and smelling amazing!) cookie.
It's Sunday evening/night (depending on how tired I am when I finish this) and I cannot believe the weekend is over. Friday night was pretty chill but last night was absolutely amazing. I'll give you an outline, mostly because some things really do need to stay amongst friends, haha.
A bunch of us hung out at a friend's suite here on campus, playing water pong and watching some random movie that I cannot even remember the name of. People kept coming to the room, asking us if we wanted to go party. We really did not feel like going out, getting crunk, rubbing elbows with the rest of the greater Guilco collegates, so we declined. We got called a menagerie of names for that, all in jest though.
So after water pong and that most random movie, we headed across the street to Carolina's Diner. That is the home of the drunkards, without a doubt. I'll admit, I've frequented that particular establishment in less than a sober state once or twice. However last night with my friends was a sober night so we, soberly, ate the food (a first for one of my friends there) and then walked around that area. It's creepy at night, that's for sure.
After that, we split up into groups and had a G'boro scavenger hunt. This was funded (gas-wise) by a friend of our's who also set up the scavenger hunt. We got a starting clue and then when we found it and sent a picture of ourselves to the Master Hunter, he'd send us a text of the next clue. We did this for a couple of hours and it was so much fun. My group got lost (three times, but we'll only admit to twice) but we still made it to the finish line (Master Hunter's apartment) before the other two groups. Once we got to Master Hunter's house (otherwise known as Drew), we watched a movie and made mixed drinks (non-alcoholic, but still pretty good). I haven't laughed that hard in way too long.
We got back on campus at about eight AM this morning and we all went to our respective homes (I brought back a stray who realized belatedly, he was locked out of his room) to crash. My stray slept on my bed and I crashed on my roommate's since she was at home last night. He left just in time for me to make her bed and get to my own. Just as I curl up, she walks in. It was good timing.
I spent most of the day (the weather was BEAUTIFUL!) walking around from the tennis courts to the softball field to the baseball field and then around the lake and the swings. And now, at bordering 10 pm, I'm trying to figure out if I want to finish watching the first Lord of the Rings (for the nine hundredth time), do my Quantitative Literacy homework (seriously, a math class at 8:30 on a Monday?), or go to bed. Most like that second one because I don't want to get in trouble.
Le sigh, my bed is calling my name... however, I shall have selective hearing until I finish my homework. And I'm not pulling another all nighter like this... at least until Spring Break. :]
It's Sunday evening/night (depending on how tired I am when I finish this) and I cannot believe the weekend is over. Friday night was pretty chill but last night was absolutely amazing. I'll give you an outline, mostly because some things really do need to stay amongst friends, haha.
A bunch of us hung out at a friend's suite here on campus, playing water pong and watching some random movie that I cannot even remember the name of. People kept coming to the room, asking us if we wanted to go party. We really did not feel like going out, getting crunk, rubbing elbows with the rest of the greater Guilco collegates, so we declined. We got called a menagerie of names for that, all in jest though.
So after water pong and that most random movie, we headed across the street to Carolina's Diner. That is the home of the drunkards, without a doubt. I'll admit, I've frequented that particular establishment in less than a sober state once or twice. However last night with my friends was a sober night so we, soberly, ate the food (a first for one of my friends there) and then walked around that area. It's creepy at night, that's for sure.
After that, we split up into groups and had a G'boro scavenger hunt. This was funded (gas-wise) by a friend of our's who also set up the scavenger hunt. We got a starting clue and then when we found it and sent a picture of ourselves to the Master Hunter, he'd send us a text of the next clue. We did this for a couple of hours and it was so much fun. My group got lost (three times, but we'll only admit to twice) but we still made it to the finish line (Master Hunter's apartment) before the other two groups. Once we got to Master Hunter's house (otherwise known as Drew), we watched a movie and made mixed drinks (non-alcoholic, but still pretty good). I haven't laughed that hard in way too long.
We got back on campus at about eight AM this morning and we all went to our respective homes (I brought back a stray who realized belatedly, he was locked out of his room) to crash. My stray slept on my bed and I crashed on my roommate's since she was at home last night. He left just in time for me to make her bed and get to my own. Just as I curl up, she walks in. It was good timing.
I spent most of the day (the weather was BEAUTIFUL!) walking around from the tennis courts to the softball field to the baseball field and then around the lake and the swings. And now, at bordering 10 pm, I'm trying to figure out if I want to finish watching the first Lord of the Rings (for the nine hundredth time), do my Quantitative Literacy homework (seriously, a math class at 8:30 on a Monday?), or go to bed. Most like that second one because I don't want to get in trouble.
Le sigh, my bed is calling my name... however, I shall have selective hearing until I finish my homework. And I'm not pulling another all nighter like this... at least until Spring Break. :]
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Sometimes it makes sense.
I'm down in the basement right now, doing laundry. I absolutely hate doing laundry here. I generally go up and down the stairs, do homework while I'm waiting or something, but not today. Today I'm sitting in these hard, wired seats and watching my clothes go around... and around... and around...
I need a hobby. I don't have the patience for knitting or anything like that, but I need something to keep my hands busy. Maybe I'll start making hemp necklaces/bracelets or something... I wonder.
So high school. What was it like for me. Freshman year, I had my sister there. So basically, my Freshman year was great. Sophomore year... that is one I'd like to forget. Because of a misunderstanding with a teacher (and some of her students), I was almost literally lynched in the halls for the last two months of school.
Junior year was a little difficult for me between first and second semester because my best friend and I had gotten into a fight. After we settled it, it wasn't that bad anymore. Prom wasn't anything worth mentioning (though I do admit, I looked prett cute) and then the year was over. Painfully so.
Senior year, the year I waited for forever, finally came. By time it came to prom and near graduation, I just wanted it over with. Some friends that were supposed to have been there for me forever, left. Other friends stuck with me and I'm still friends with them today. Okay, I'll be honest. The only person I really talk to from high school is Pam, who is the girl that I fought with my Junior year.
I graduated part of Beta Club, with a 3.5 GPA. And then I went off to college, where I am now. Guilford College. In case you don't already know, or feel like googling it, it's a private liberal arts college founded by the Society of Friends. What, never heard of it? Quakers. Like the oatmeal.
Tonight is Saturday and even though there is SUPPOSED to be a bonfire tonight, I think the woods are probably still too gross to go trucking through, no matter the attire. A group of us are going across the road to Carolina's for a midnight snack and then we're going to the apartment of a friend to watch movies. I'm excited for that. This particular group hasn't hung out together and I can't wait to see how it works out.
Let's see what kind of shenanigans I can get myself into tonight... let's hope that it doesn't end up with me having to go to the med-center tomorrow. They're starting to get sick of seeing me, haha. :]
I need a hobby. I don't have the patience for knitting or anything like that, but I need something to keep my hands busy. Maybe I'll start making hemp necklaces/bracelets or something... I wonder.
So high school. What was it like for me. Freshman year, I had my sister there. So basically, my Freshman year was great. Sophomore year... that is one I'd like to forget. Because of a misunderstanding with a teacher (and some of her students), I was almost literally lynched in the halls for the last two months of school.
Junior year was a little difficult for me between first and second semester because my best friend and I had gotten into a fight. After we settled it, it wasn't that bad anymore. Prom wasn't anything worth mentioning (though I do admit, I looked prett cute) and then the year was over. Painfully so.
Senior year, the year I waited for forever, finally came. By time it came to prom and near graduation, I just wanted it over with. Some friends that were supposed to have been there for me forever, left. Other friends stuck with me and I'm still friends with them today. Okay, I'll be honest. The only person I really talk to from high school is Pam, who is the girl that I fought with my Junior year.
I graduated part of Beta Club, with a 3.5 GPA. And then I went off to college, where I am now. Guilford College. In case you don't already know, or feel like googling it, it's a private liberal arts college founded by the Society of Friends. What, never heard of it? Quakers. Like the oatmeal.
Tonight is Saturday and even though there is SUPPOSED to be a bonfire tonight, I think the woods are probably still too gross to go trucking through, no matter the attire. A group of us are going across the road to Carolina's for a midnight snack and then we're going to the apartment of a friend to watch movies. I'm excited for that. This particular group hasn't hung out together and I can't wait to see how it works out.
Let's see what kind of shenanigans I can get myself into tonight... let's hope that it doesn't end up with me having to go to the med-center tomorrow. They're starting to get sick of seeing me, haha. :]
Step one, find yourself.
As I write this, a campus tour is coming through my room. My roommate and I signed to have or room shown during these tours. Sure, it is a little annoying when I'm in the middle of changing or if I have a friend over, but overall, it's pretty fun. Especially when slightly more conservative parents come in and I'm wearing boy's basketball shorts, a guy's button down dress shirt and there is a guy still asleep on my bed. Nothing happened, but hah, they don't know that.
There is actually a point to this post. Today, just a normal day really, held a rather important idea for me. When I woke up this morning, to an instant message from a guy I was "talking" (like dating without the title) to in high school, saying that he still thought about me all the time and that he was sorry about how things ended. How did things end? He joined the air force, told me that he'd visit me soon, and then I saw that he was in a relationship with one of my friends about two months later. How did things end? He broke my heart, that's how.
So what I did was IM him back and told him that I was willing to try to be friends with him again. He IMed me back straight away after that, saying that that was glad to have a second chance. To this, I responded that although I was willing to try o be friends, I would never let myself get played again, like he had done. He didn't respond to that. I let myself smile a little as I signed off of Yahoo. It seems that although he started the game, I won. I won...
In high school, I didn't have many romantic interests. Generally because I was too busy with school and because all the guys I knew, I either saw as a brother or were too immature for me to deal with. So high school, sure, I had a few boyfriends. One was actually mildly serious. But they all ended, either in good or bad graces. I only regret one of those relationships and after my friends got done with him, he regretted it more than I did.
This is my body
And I live in it
It's 18
And 7 months old
It's changed a lot since it was new
It's done stuff it wasn't built to do
I often try to fill it up with wine
And the weirdest thing about it is
I spend so much time hating it
But it never says a bad word about me
This is my body
And it's fine
It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
It's not perfect
But it's mine
It's not perfect
I know that my body is not at an ideal weight and that I have a little extra on me. For the longest time, I was so self-conscience about my weight that I actually became depressed. Sometime starting in high school, maybe my Junior year, and stretching on to today, I've become more comfortable with myself. Okay, I don't wear mini-skirts and tube tops and I don't even own a bathing suit. But I don't shy away from wearing skirts or cute tops and I've stopped standing with my arms wrapped around my middle.
For the longest time (we can blame bullies or the media or my mind), I found myself very... very... very unattractive. Whenever my family or friends told me that I was pretty, I would smile and nod but believe that they had to say that. During my Senior year of high school, during the summer, and now during college, I've come to appreciate the beauty that I do have. My appearance is pretty (most days), but my insides are down right beautiful. And to me, that matters more.
Someone asked me today if I was a lesbian. My response was just to laugh and walk away. I, personally, am not a lesbian. Do I have problems with homosexuality? Of course not! It's how you love, not who you love. I was asked this, I guess, because my Facebook relationship status is 'In an Open Relationship with Maddie'. Does this mean that I'm a lesbian? Haha, of course not. Maddie and I are best friends, and it is a joke since we're both technically off of the market.
At this point, this post is too long and too rambling for me to continue with the little breakdowns of who I am. More in the next post (which will most likely be tonight, actually). I'll definitely highlight my high school life, promise promise.
There is actually a point to this post. Today, just a normal day really, held a rather important idea for me. When I woke up this morning, to an instant message from a guy I was "talking" (like dating without the title) to in high school, saying that he still thought about me all the time and that he was sorry about how things ended. How did things end? He joined the air force, told me that he'd visit me soon, and then I saw that he was in a relationship with one of my friends about two months later. How did things end? He broke my heart, that's how.
So what I did was IM him back and told him that I was willing to try to be friends with him again. He IMed me back straight away after that, saying that that was glad to have a second chance. To this, I responded that although I was willing to try o be friends, I would never let myself get played again, like he had done. He didn't respond to that. I let myself smile a little as I signed off of Yahoo. It seems that although he started the game, I won. I won...
In high school, I didn't have many romantic interests. Generally because I was too busy with school and because all the guys I knew, I either saw as a brother or were too immature for me to deal with. So high school, sure, I had a few boyfriends. One was actually mildly serious. But they all ended, either in good or bad graces. I only regret one of those relationships and after my friends got done with him, he regretted it more than I did.
This is my body
And I live in it
It's 18
And 7 months old
It's changed a lot since it was new
It's done stuff it wasn't built to do
I often try to fill it up with wine
And the weirdest thing about it is
I spend so much time hating it
But it never says a bad word about me
This is my body
And it's fine
It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
It's not perfect
But it's mine
It's not perfect
I know that my body is not at an ideal weight and that I have a little extra on me. For the longest time, I was so self-conscience about my weight that I actually became depressed. Sometime starting in high school, maybe my Junior year, and stretching on to today, I've become more comfortable with myself. Okay, I don't wear mini-skirts and tube tops and I don't even own a bathing suit. But I don't shy away from wearing skirts or cute tops and I've stopped standing with my arms wrapped around my middle.
For the longest time (we can blame bullies or the media or my mind), I found myself very... very... very unattractive. Whenever my family or friends told me that I was pretty, I would smile and nod but believe that they had to say that. During my Senior year of high school, during the summer, and now during college, I've come to appreciate the beauty that I do have. My appearance is pretty (most days), but my insides are down right beautiful. And to me, that matters more.
Someone asked me today if I was a lesbian. My response was just to laugh and walk away. I, personally, am not a lesbian. Do I have problems with homosexuality? Of course not! It's how you love, not who you love. I was asked this, I guess, because my Facebook relationship status is 'In an Open Relationship with Maddie'. Does this mean that I'm a lesbian? Haha, of course not. Maddie and I are best friends, and it is a joke since we're both technically off of the market.
At this point, this post is too long and too rambling for me to continue with the little breakdowns of who I am. More in the next post (which will most likely be tonight, actually). I'll definitely highlight my high school life, promise promise.
Friday, February 19, 2010
A first post...
I guess a good way to do a first post is to inform my readers (or reader... eh.) about myself.
I'm a freshman in college, meaning I'm only 18 years old. Does this mean I know everything? Of course not. But damn close. <- That's known as sarcasm, in case you didn't catch that on your own.
I love my family, they are almost literally the only people that take me for who I am. Though sometimes I get the feeling that the only reason some of them put up with me is because we're family.
I love my friends, because they PICKED to stick around with me and my crazy mood swings. They don't feel obligated to invite me to events or trips, nor do they feel obligated to hang out with me at all.
I love my education, even if I'm nowhere near finished. I've barely even started, to be honest. This education of mine, the one that I've just started, is probably the most important (or on the top four) in my life. I get made fun of for it, sure, but that's just how I am.
Maybe I was born and raised in North Carolina. Doesn't mean I have a Confederate flag on my wall (actually, I have a me-sized poster of James Dean). Though I may have come out in NC, my heart belongs a little south, in a little place we like to call New Orleans. North Carolina is my home, NOLA is my love. They go hand in hand, really.
I'm perfectly annoying sometimes and people tend to take advantage of how nice I am. I'm too flawed to be considered a role model, and yet people tend to look up to me for various reasons. I'll fight to death for someone or something that I believe in and I've gone to battle armed with nothing but my beliefs more than once and have lived to tell the tale.
Maybe in my next post, I'll catch you up through high school and onto where I am in life right now... or maybe I'll just ramble on some more. We shall see...
I'm a freshman in college, meaning I'm only 18 years old. Does this mean I know everything? Of course not. But damn close. <- That's known as sarcasm, in case you didn't catch that on your own.
I love my family, they are almost literally the only people that take me for who I am. Though sometimes I get the feeling that the only reason some of them put up with me is because we're family.
I love my friends, because they PICKED to stick around with me and my crazy mood swings. They don't feel obligated to invite me to events or trips, nor do they feel obligated to hang out with me at all.
I love my education, even if I'm nowhere near finished. I've barely even started, to be honest. This education of mine, the one that I've just started, is probably the most important (or on the top four) in my life. I get made fun of for it, sure, but that's just how I am.
Maybe I was born and raised in North Carolina. Doesn't mean I have a Confederate flag on my wall (actually, I have a me-sized poster of James Dean). Though I may have come out in NC, my heart belongs a little south, in a little place we like to call New Orleans. North Carolina is my home, NOLA is my love. They go hand in hand, really.
I'm perfectly annoying sometimes and people tend to take advantage of how nice I am. I'm too flawed to be considered a role model, and yet people tend to look up to me for various reasons. I'll fight to death for someone or something that I believe in and I've gone to battle armed with nothing but my beliefs more than once and have lived to tell the tale.
Maybe in my next post, I'll catch you up through high school and onto where I am in life right now... or maybe I'll just ramble on some more. We shall see...
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