I like my new habit of coming to the History Library everyday between classes and hogging up one of the few computers for my own use. Rather than let kids use it to look up books or do homework, I instead snatch it and use it to blog and check Perez Hilton. Whatever, finders keepers. I just don't want to have to walk all the way home to use my laptop when I only get an hour break. Still, I don't know why I get this sick satisfaction out of taking something away from other poor nerdy history kids. I'm a terrible person.
But I might add, not a terrible speaker. In fact, I just fucking owned my first speech. Everyone else's sucked. Mine was amazing. Ok, maybe I'm being a little cocky. It's that 21 excitement creeping up on me.
Which oh my goodness! oh my goodness! Tomorrow is my birthday! It's sort of scary to think that I've been waiting for this day since I was young enough to realize that 21 is a big big birthday. Once I finish classes tomorrow, you bet your ass I'm walking to the liquor store to buy me some goodies. I had better get carded too. I'm so excited to turn 21, but not so excited to then realize my next birthday is 22. Because 22 seems like a real adult age and that's pretty damn scary.
I went to an education meeting yesterday where we discussed student teaching and how in a little over a year, I will be a full time student teacher!!! Sort of exciting, sort of terrifying. The leaders of the meeting also overly drilled into our head how important it was for us to act professionally....on the Internet. Now this just doesn't sit well with me. I fully intend to erase my Facebook account Spring of 09 when I get my full time teaching position. But until then, when I'm just going into classrooms, I don't want to feel like I'm being watched straight out of 1984. And they really insisted they are keeping tabs on us. I don't see the problem in having some pictures of me drinking on facebook. Of course if I was going buckwild that would be a different thing...but that's just not the case.
I also am none to thrilled that if any administrator or teacher googles my name they can possibly find their way onto my blog. This seems like a total invasion of privacy. I don't mind if strangers read my blog, but I don't want strangers reading my blog so they can find something to get pissed off about or get offended by. Because lets face it, I'm blunt, use not-so-nice language, and tell the damn truth on this blog. But it's like my diary so I feel like I have the right to do that. Plus it's not as if that has anything to do with my professional mannerisms.
But I won't let little silly things such as that worry me today. No, no, no. I have one class left then intend to use the rest of the evening to relax and prepare for my birthday. Hurray for turning 21!!! Hurray for Labor Day weekend!!!!
12.5 HOURS AND COUNTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
You Know I'm No Good
So lately there has been some big drama dealing with my classes and my inability to get registered for a certain Illinois History class. Most of the drama stemmed from the fact that my advisors here act like they are incapable of doing their job and helping out a student. Honestly, they get paid to sit in front of a computer all day and to do what? Sit there and tell me they have no control over what classes I can get into? Bullshit. Their lazy and I hate them both.
Thankfully after months of trying and two weeks of classes I finally got into the class ON MY OWN with no help from dumb and dumber. What a bunch of noodle brains. I do love this university, but sometimes I believe it severely lacks any strong student/advisor/professor connection.
So the advisors here suck but I can't pretend I'm little miss perfect. In fact, I am no honorary student. Lets see, today was the 5th day of class and I already slept late today, missing my first class of the day. Whoops. Luckily for me it was the first time that particular discussion group had met so I was able to email a little white lie (okay a big fat lie) to my TA about why I missed class. I feel bad for lying, but sadly not to bad. I guess I have no morals. I guess I need a new alarm clock too. I'm not the type to sleep late and miss class so hopefully this will be a one time thing. But seriously, who knows with all of these 8am-ers. Not to complain (any more than I already do) but they're killing me.
Another thing that is killing me is this God awful Speech Comp class. I don't mind speaking in public, in fact my highschool speech teacher believed I gave wonderful speeches. I just hate giving lame, pointless, ridiculous speeches. Like the one I'm being forced to give Thursday about "something central to who I am". Um.......hating this class, assignment, U of I advisors, and 8 am classes is pretty central to who I am right now.
But I don't think that will work.
Thankfully after months of trying and two weeks of classes I finally got into the class ON MY OWN with no help from dumb and dumber. What a bunch of noodle brains. I do love this university, but sometimes I believe it severely lacks any strong student/advisor/professor connection.
So the advisors here suck but I can't pretend I'm little miss perfect. In fact, I am no honorary student. Lets see, today was the 5th day of class and I already slept late today, missing my first class of the day. Whoops. Luckily for me it was the first time that particular discussion group had met so I was able to email a little white lie (okay a big fat lie) to my TA about why I missed class. I feel bad for lying, but sadly not to bad. I guess I have no morals. I guess I need a new alarm clock too. I'm not the type to sleep late and miss class so hopefully this will be a one time thing. But seriously, who knows with all of these 8am-ers. Not to complain (any more than I already do) but they're killing me.
Another thing that is killing me is this God awful Speech Comp class. I don't mind speaking in public, in fact my highschool speech teacher believed I gave wonderful speeches. I just hate giving lame, pointless, ridiculous speeches. Like the one I'm being forced to give Thursday about "something central to who I am". Um.......hating this class, assignment, U of I advisors, and 8 am classes is pretty central to who I am right now.
But I don't think that will work.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
T-minus less than one week......
I don't know if I believe it myself, but I've finished my first week of classes and virtually my first weekend back at school. Lets just pray that the rest of this year goes by so smoothly, with such little work, and so very quickly.
I also don't know if I believe that in one week from now I'll be 21. This should be a very exciting birthday. Thus far the plan for my birthday (Friday) is for all my friends to meet at Luz, Shubbu, and Alex's apartment and do a little pre-gaming there. Then we'll head out on a small (since we're all so poor right now) bar crawl, where friends of friends will meet up with us. I'm thinking I'll have an amazing time and I'm so fricking excited!! Then Saturday Kyle is coming to visit me for the weekend which will be great since Monday is labor day. I can't wait!!
So back to this last week. It went well. Really well. Thus far, I've bought about half of my books ($300) and am just putting off buying the books I know I'm going to hate reading. Like for History of Traditional China. Seriously, I know I'm going to hate, hate, hate that class. Really though, none of my other classes seem that hard, or at least nothing that I can't handle. I'm hoping this will be a good semester.
Yesterday we finally got our cable and Internet installed. We got some basic high-speed Internet and decided since we're saving so much on rent, to splurge a little and buy cable with DVR. This is like heaven to us. No more missed episodes of Grey's or Top Model!! Yea! I'm also pretty pumped about the 400 channels. Not that any college student needs that many distractions.....
Yesterday also has gone down as my first official night out as a Junior and I had a blast. We (Kelli, Luz, Shubbu, Alex, and I) started off at our apartment where I proudly made a drink that has been named after my nickname. "The Winky" includes a frozen can of lemonade, about half a shitload of strawberry margarita mix, a good couple dumps of Rum, and a little more than half a bottle of Tequila. Stir well, serve with ice, probablyyy get drunker than expected. We then went to an apartment party a couple doors down which was semi lame but we met some nice neighbors and took advantage of their keg. Then we played some classic drinking games, and finally headed to some apartment party where we stole beer (totally unnecessary, we were already drunk) and danced the night away. We left just as my maternal instinct kicked in and I was trying to take care of this random totally-smashed/trashed/lost little freshman asian boy. I just felt sorry for him. But not to sorry, Kelli and me left the party very very happily.
So that was my night. It was fun and even better; I feel totally fine today. I'm thinking of it as practice for Friday night. Woohoo 21!!!! But I can't think of that now because I sadly have to go organize my week and get a little homework done. Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll Write soon!
I also don't know if I believe that in one week from now I'll be 21. This should be a very exciting birthday. Thus far the plan for my birthday (Friday) is for all my friends to meet at Luz, Shubbu, and Alex's apartment and do a little pre-gaming there. Then we'll head out on a small (since we're all so poor right now) bar crawl, where friends of friends will meet up with us. I'm thinking I'll have an amazing time and I'm so fricking excited!! Then Saturday Kyle is coming to visit me for the weekend which will be great since Monday is labor day. I can't wait!!
So back to this last week. It went well. Really well. Thus far, I've bought about half of my books ($300) and am just putting off buying the books I know I'm going to hate reading. Like for History of Traditional China. Seriously, I know I'm going to hate, hate, hate that class. Really though, none of my other classes seem that hard, or at least nothing that I can't handle. I'm hoping this will be a good semester.
Yesterday we finally got our cable and Internet installed. We got some basic high-speed Internet and decided since we're saving so much on rent, to splurge a little and buy cable with DVR. This is like heaven to us. No more missed episodes of Grey's or Top Model!! Yea! I'm also pretty pumped about the 400 channels. Not that any college student needs that many distractions.....
Yesterday also has gone down as my first official night out as a Junior and I had a blast. We (Kelli, Luz, Shubbu, Alex, and I) started off at our apartment where I proudly made a drink that has been named after my nickname. "The Winky" includes a frozen can of lemonade, about half a shitload of strawberry margarita mix, a good couple dumps of Rum, and a little more than half a bottle of Tequila. Stir well, serve with ice, probablyyy get drunker than expected. We then went to an apartment party a couple doors down which was semi lame but we met some nice neighbors and took advantage of their keg. Then we played some classic drinking games, and finally headed to some apartment party where we stole beer (totally unnecessary, we were already drunk) and danced the night away. We left just as my maternal instinct kicked in and I was trying to take care of this random totally-smashed/trashed/lost little freshman asian boy. I just felt sorry for him. But not to sorry, Kelli and me left the party very very happily.
So that was my night. It was fun and even better; I feel totally fine today. I'm thinking of it as practice for Friday night. Woohoo 21!!!! But I can't think of that now because I sadly have to go organize my week and get a little homework done. Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll Write soon!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Officially a (Unproductive) Junior
My very first day of college as an upperclassman was quite eventful because of how uneventful it turned out to be.
Like any good stock American girl, I of course had to dress up for my first day of class. This sadly meant waking up at 6:50am (which was none to enjoyable) so I could make it on time to my 8am, 3-hour hell of a class. Getting up early was painful, largely because as usual, I am unable to get any sleep the night before school starts. Therefore, getting attractive this morning was even more painful, especially because undereye bags and dark circles are impossible to get rid of.
But I did manage to arrive to my first class on time (early as a matter of fact) only to watch 8am come and go, 8:10 come and go, and finally at 8:20 my classmates and I agreed to fuck that and just leave. What kind of professor skips the first lecture without sending out any sort of notification? I would say a horrible one, but because he's cancelled all Monday 8-11am classes until late September (when we get field placed to a highschool) I cannot help but loving the guy. So pretty much, my first class of Junior year was a bust.
Then after a very satisfying nap I headed to Illinois History which should prove to be a very enjoyable class. I found out I'm the only lonesome kid in class from Northwest Illinois other than that sad little boy from Boylan. But he doesn't count.
That class was cut short, lasting only about a half hour. I then headed to my final class of the day, History of Traditional China (ick). There I found exactly what I expected; a classroom full of Asians and a few scared looking white kids. Then once again, for the second time, I had a professor not show up for class. His TA however, explained to us that our professor was in another country...which I suppose is a valid excuse. So the TA simply went through the class syllabus (which proves my professor is a nut case; He won't allow us to chew gum, has the most insane attendance policies, and repeatedly referred to China as an imaginary Dinosaur....yeah, I don't get it either) and then let us leave. This lasted all of 5 minutes.
That of course means that my first day of school my Junior year had all of 35 minute actual class time. But I'm not complaining.....Oh no, I'm not complaining.
But I am tired. And do need sleep. This early rising stuff is really not my cup of tea. So off to bed I am.
Adios!
Like any good stock American girl, I of course had to dress up for my first day of class. This sadly meant waking up at 6:50am (which was none to enjoyable) so I could make it on time to my 8am, 3-hour hell of a class. Getting up early was painful, largely because as usual, I am unable to get any sleep the night before school starts. Therefore, getting attractive this morning was even more painful, especially because undereye bags and dark circles are impossible to get rid of.
But I did manage to arrive to my first class on time (early as a matter of fact) only to watch 8am come and go, 8:10 come and go, and finally at 8:20 my classmates and I agreed to fuck that and just leave. What kind of professor skips the first lecture without sending out any sort of notification? I would say a horrible one, but because he's cancelled all Monday 8-11am classes until late September (when we get field placed to a highschool) I cannot help but loving the guy. So pretty much, my first class of Junior year was a bust.
Then after a very satisfying nap I headed to Illinois History which should prove to be a very enjoyable class. I found out I'm the only lonesome kid in class from Northwest Illinois other than that sad little boy from Boylan. But he doesn't count.
That class was cut short, lasting only about a half hour. I then headed to my final class of the day, History of Traditional China (ick). There I found exactly what I expected; a classroom full of Asians and a few scared looking white kids. Then once again, for the second time, I had a professor not show up for class. His TA however, explained to us that our professor was in another country...which I suppose is a valid excuse. So the TA simply went through the class syllabus (which proves my professor is a nut case; He won't allow us to chew gum, has the most insane attendance policies, and repeatedly referred to China as an imaginary Dinosaur....yeah, I don't get it either) and then let us leave. This lasted all of 5 minutes.
That of course means that my first day of school my Junior year had all of 35 minute actual class time. But I'm not complaining.....Oh no, I'm not complaining.
But I am tired. And do need sleep. This early rising stuff is really not my cup of tea. So off to bed I am.
Adios!
Monday, August 20, 2007
The Beginning of Hell....Fall Semester that is
Well I didn't write while home in Freeport (Of course I didn't!) And I'm back here in Champaign with a full day of living in my new apartment under my belt.
So I have a ton to talk about. Unfortunately, we haven't yet gotten our internet set up meaning I'm writing this in the Union at a table with no electrical outlet, so time is pressed. However I shall try to get mucho covered.
My week home in Freeport passed as usual, in the blink of an eye. For some reason though, this particular trip back went really really fast. Maybe because I was so thoroughly dreading coming back and starting classes. I did quite alot (and alot of nothing) while home including; going to the races twice to watch Kyle, made an excellent meal of homemade Manicotti, Italian green beans, and garlic bread, visited my grandma, had lunch with Caitlin (best friend from highschool), ate lots of icecream, went apartment shopping for my parents with my mom, shopped till I almost dropped, watched my father's Intersquad football game, took Kyle's dog Zoe to the dog park, and many other random not really worth mentioning things.
So Saturday evening my parents moved me into my apartment. Which I love!!! And it's semi-amazing how I have so much love for my apartment seeing as how its basically a piece of shit. It's not even half as nice or new as my summer apartment but it's wayyyyyy bigger and for some reason I immediately felt more comfortable in it and had that wonderful feeling of this is home. It really is humongous. And my bedroom is fricking gorgeous (I shall post pictures this weekend hopefully). Yet as I said earlier, much of this apartment is shit. No thanks to Campus Property Management who obviously did nothing to help make it look nicer. Literally we have millions of little holes in our living room wall, dirty paint, peeling paint, broken shit all over, BUT it is wonderfullllll. And I just can't figure out why I love it so much more than out summer apartment, but I'm glad I do. Oh, we also have a pigeon nest on Kelli and my balcony where a mother Pigeon (Pidgey) and her two baby Pigeons live (Paris and Nicole).
So I'm generally very pleased with my apartment and it was so nice to get to see Kelli again. I've missed her! We're good together seeing as how we're both always broke, kind of mean, like to laugh alot, and have a good understanding of one another. Last night Kelli, Bryce (her boyfriend), MJ, and I just relaxed, had a few drinks, and watched High School Musical 2 (thanks for reminding me Amanda!!!).
But tonight it's back to the real world. Back to work. I can't even complain though because I need money like you wouldn't believe. I thought I was ok. Knew I had enough money for September rent and start up utilities. Figured I would somehow make it work buying decorative apartment things (for general living area). But thennnnnn I remembered I had books to buy. Shit. Fucking books. How did I forget this? I have no idea. But I literally have no money to buy books which will probably cost me $500+. Ouch. So if you have extra money, how about you throw some my way? I seriously believe college book prices are the biggest rip off in the entire world. I spent $700 last semester on books and at book buyback only got $60. Yeah. What the fuck.
So anyway, work is not something I'm really looking forward to, but something that is utterly necessary. Luckily I have the entire day off tomorrow (since I only work Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays this semester) before we start school Wednesday. I can't believe classes are ready to start!! Because I'm certainly not ready for this. Especially since I have wayyyy to many 8am's. Here (if you care) is a look at my fall schedule:
Monday
8-11am : Curriculum and Instruction (at a highschool)
1-2pm: History of Illinois
2-3:20pm: History of Traditional China
4:30-? : Work
Tuesday
8-9am : US History discussion
9:30-11am: Speech Communications :(
12-1 pm: US History
Wednesday
Exact same as Monday
Thursday
Exact same as Tuesday minus History Discussion
Friday
10-11am: Some education class
1-2 pm: History of Illinois
4:30-? : work
So all in all, not a horrible schedule, just way to early.
But dear me! Look at the time! I need to start the long trek home so I have time to grab a quick bite to eat and shower before work. Hopefully we'll have the internet set up ASAP so I'll be able to write in the next two days. Wish me luck! Fall Semester Begins!
So I have a ton to talk about. Unfortunately, we haven't yet gotten our internet set up meaning I'm writing this in the Union at a table with no electrical outlet, so time is pressed. However I shall try to get mucho covered.
My week home in Freeport passed as usual, in the blink of an eye. For some reason though, this particular trip back went really really fast. Maybe because I was so thoroughly dreading coming back and starting classes. I did quite alot (and alot of nothing) while home including; going to the races twice to watch Kyle, made an excellent meal of homemade Manicotti, Italian green beans, and garlic bread, visited my grandma, had lunch with Caitlin (best friend from highschool), ate lots of icecream, went apartment shopping for my parents with my mom, shopped till I almost dropped, watched my father's Intersquad football game, took Kyle's dog Zoe to the dog park, and many other random not really worth mentioning things.
So Saturday evening my parents moved me into my apartment. Which I love!!! And it's semi-amazing how I have so much love for my apartment seeing as how its basically a piece of shit. It's not even half as nice or new as my summer apartment but it's wayyyyyy bigger and for some reason I immediately felt more comfortable in it and had that wonderful feeling of this is home. It really is humongous. And my bedroom is fricking gorgeous (I shall post pictures this weekend hopefully). Yet as I said earlier, much of this apartment is shit. No thanks to Campus Property Management who obviously did nothing to help make it look nicer. Literally we have millions of little holes in our living room wall, dirty paint, peeling paint, broken shit all over, BUT it is wonderfullllll. And I just can't figure out why I love it so much more than out summer apartment, but I'm glad I do. Oh, we also have a pigeon nest on Kelli and my balcony where a mother Pigeon (Pidgey) and her two baby Pigeons live (Paris and Nicole).
So I'm generally very pleased with my apartment and it was so nice to get to see Kelli again. I've missed her! We're good together seeing as how we're both always broke, kind of mean, like to laugh alot, and have a good understanding of one another. Last night Kelli, Bryce (her boyfriend), MJ, and I just relaxed, had a few drinks, and watched High School Musical 2 (thanks for reminding me Amanda!!!).
But tonight it's back to the real world. Back to work. I can't even complain though because I need money like you wouldn't believe. I thought I was ok. Knew I had enough money for September rent and start up utilities. Figured I would somehow make it work buying decorative apartment things (for general living area). But thennnnnn I remembered I had books to buy. Shit. Fucking books. How did I forget this? I have no idea. But I literally have no money to buy books which will probably cost me $500+. Ouch. So if you have extra money, how about you throw some my way? I seriously believe college book prices are the biggest rip off in the entire world. I spent $700 last semester on books and at book buyback only got $60. Yeah. What the fuck.
So anyway, work is not something I'm really looking forward to, but something that is utterly necessary. Luckily I have the entire day off tomorrow (since I only work Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays this semester) before we start school Wednesday. I can't believe classes are ready to start!! Because I'm certainly not ready for this. Especially since I have wayyyy to many 8am's. Here (if you care) is a look at my fall schedule:
Monday
8-11am : Curriculum and Instruction (at a highschool)
1-2pm: History of Illinois
2-3:20pm: History of Traditional China
4:30-? : Work
Tuesday
8-9am : US History discussion
9:30-11am: Speech Communications :(
12-1 pm: US History
Wednesday
Exact same as Monday
Thursday
Exact same as Tuesday minus History Discussion
Friday
10-11am: Some education class
1-2 pm: History of Illinois
4:30-? : work
So all in all, not a horrible schedule, just way to early.
But dear me! Look at the time! I need to start the long trek home so I have time to grab a quick bite to eat and shower before work. Hopefully we'll have the internet set up ASAP so I'll be able to write in the next two days. Wish me luck! Fall Semester Begins!
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Happy 50th Blog Post!!!!!!!!!
Can you believe it?! Neither can I. How is it that I've written 5o posts already? This may not seem like alot but considering how I've only been at this for a few months and coming from a girl who started like fifteen diaries only to write in them like five times is pretty darn impressive.
So I know I said yesterday I didn't want to write again today, but I felt guilty for some unknown reason. I really shouldn't feel guilty for not blogging but I do and therefore I'll write as if a penalty of death is waiting for me if I don't.
I also don't want to continue the annoying task of last minute cleaning around the apartment which sucks, sucks, fucking sucks. I also have to shower and finish packing which I must admit I'm fond of neither. That sounds gross doesn't it? I'm not fond of showering? But I'm really not. It's such a long, stupid process. Fuck showering. That should have been on my Fuck list.
Anyway, I really don't have time to blog because I really do have alot to get done. I was supposed to work (and close) tonight but a girl I work with very nicely picked up my shift so Kyle and I could get the hell out of here a little earlier. This means I have about 4 hours (if that) before he arrives and a hell of a lot to get done before that moment. Then life is just going to blow because we'll have to load another car with more of my shit. I'm so sick of doing this!!! But at least I don't have a ton of stuff and I think I've convinced Kyle to stop in Rockford on the way home and eat at Tumbleweed for dinner. Why Tumbleweed? I really don't know, I've just been craving it like a pregnant woman since like Christmas.`I've also nicely offered to drive home from Champaign which should create some special tension-filled moments between Kyle and I. Especially seeing as how I'm a nervous wreck on highways and he absolutely hates my driving skills. Ah well, at least I know I'll be home for a nice week off.
Anyway, I need to stop this pointless rambling. I really have too much shit to do. So off I go, and I'll write again from Freeport soon!
Yea to #50!!!
So I know I said yesterday I didn't want to write again today, but I felt guilty for some unknown reason. I really shouldn't feel guilty for not blogging but I do and therefore I'll write as if a penalty of death is waiting for me if I don't.
I also don't want to continue the annoying task of last minute cleaning around the apartment which sucks, sucks, fucking sucks. I also have to shower and finish packing which I must admit I'm fond of neither. That sounds gross doesn't it? I'm not fond of showering? But I'm really not. It's such a long, stupid process. Fuck showering. That should have been on my Fuck list.
Anyway, I really don't have time to blog because I really do have alot to get done. I was supposed to work (and close) tonight but a girl I work with very nicely picked up my shift so Kyle and I could get the hell out of here a little earlier. This means I have about 4 hours (if that) before he arrives and a hell of a lot to get done before that moment. Then life is just going to blow because we'll have to load another car with more of my shit. I'm so sick of doing this!!! But at least I don't have a ton of stuff and I think I've convinced Kyle to stop in Rockford on the way home and eat at Tumbleweed for dinner. Why Tumbleweed? I really don't know, I've just been craving it like a pregnant woman since like Christmas.`I've also nicely offered to drive home from Champaign which should create some special tension-filled moments between Kyle and I. Especially seeing as how I'm a nervous wreck on highways and he absolutely hates my driving skills. Ah well, at least I know I'll be home for a nice week off.
Anyway, I need to stop this pointless rambling. I really have too much shit to do. So off I go, and I'll write again from Freeport soon!
Yea to #50!!!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Just Another Entry
If I've learned anything since my last blog it's that using an arguably unnecessary amount of Fucks will if nothing else at least get a reaction. Hopefully it was mostly humor. Although it did earn me a slight scolding by my mom who either didn't realize Fuck becomes as important to one's vocabulary as "And" upon entering college or that she herself has taught be how scary and badass a woman with a trucker's mouth can sound. My previous blog also earned a hilarious comment by Nate which resulted in the first out-loud laugh I've had since my roommates moved out and left me a sad little lonely girl. So thanks!
Wow. So once again I haven't written for a week. Unlike last time where I just didn't write because I was lazy, this time it's been because my Internet has been performing like the Chicago Bears prior to last season. In short, it's sucked. I have virtually been unable to connect for more than 10 minutes which was devoted to either checking my email or checking my fall class schedule. Apparently with everyone moving out in my apartment complex and nearby complexes I've lost all good Internet connections to steal from.
But don't worry, I'll give you the (quick) run through of this past week. I had another good Friday at "Min", made plenty of money and came home decently happy. Saturday Luz and I went to hell and back just to put some of our shit in storage. Literally, our day was hell. This is what we went through: Packing (never fun), Her and I carrying load after load of my heaviest shit downstairs to her car in the sweltering heat, trying to cram all of my crap into her tiny tiny car, realized she locked her keys in her trunk, waiting for a locksmith to come open her trunk, waiting for the locksmith to drill a hole in her trunk because he couldn't fix it any other way, finally heading to the storage unit, getting lost for about an hour, heading home, getting new directions, making it out to the storage unit, and finally unloading everything in the rain. Oh yes, it was hell.
But Saturday night was good fun, my roommates and I went to this really good restaurant Flattop before coming home to polish off a ton of our leftover alcohol and an entire try of jell-o shots. Yummy, yummy. Sunday was filled with packing and my first ever trip to Cracker Barrel which I thoroughly enjoyed!!! I love me some good old Southern Comfort food apparently. Monday pretty much sucked because Luz and Shubbu moved out (MJ moved out the day before) leaving me oh-so-alone in this big apartment. So I've been working the past few days pretty much counting the hours till Kyle gets here Thursday and we move out.
So that of course means I'll be home for a week but because I've been such a horrible blogger lately I'll really try to spit out a few entries. And then what with moving into a new apartment and sadly starting school so soon I'll have plenty, plenty to blog about!
So I guess I should explain why I was so angry at life in my last blog and felt it necessary to write a list of everything I hated but I pretty much don't have an explanation. I was pissed because I had to stay late at work and wanted to sink further into the glory of anger so I wrote about things that I fucking hated. But it was a tremendously good rant for me and I felt loads better afterwards. See, that's why I love blogging. It gives me somewhere to rant and rave and rage.
But I just don't have any ranting or raving or raging to do right now which produces a blog that I'm not always so proud to say I wrote. Give me an anger produced, Fuck filled, chuckle promoting blog and I'll gladly sign my name to it any old day.
So this is me signing off, my next entry will be from good ol' Freeport unless of course I get ambitious tomorrow (or bored) before Kyle gets here and write a little something. Oh wait, we all know the chances of that happening are about as good as anorexic Nicole Richie getting pregnant. Oh wait.......
Fuck. That still doesn't mean I'm blogging.
Wow. So once again I haven't written for a week. Unlike last time where I just didn't write because I was lazy, this time it's been because my Internet has been performing like the Chicago Bears prior to last season. In short, it's sucked. I have virtually been unable to connect for more than 10 minutes which was devoted to either checking my email or checking my fall class schedule. Apparently with everyone moving out in my apartment complex and nearby complexes I've lost all good Internet connections to steal from.
But don't worry, I'll give you the (quick) run through of this past week. I had another good Friday at "Min", made plenty of money and came home decently happy. Saturday Luz and I went to hell and back just to put some of our shit in storage. Literally, our day was hell. This is what we went through: Packing (never fun), Her and I carrying load after load of my heaviest shit downstairs to her car in the sweltering heat, trying to cram all of my crap into her tiny tiny car, realized she locked her keys in her trunk, waiting for a locksmith to come open her trunk, waiting for the locksmith to drill a hole in her trunk because he couldn't fix it any other way, finally heading to the storage unit, getting lost for about an hour, heading home, getting new directions, making it out to the storage unit, and finally unloading everything in the rain. Oh yes, it was hell.
But Saturday night was good fun, my roommates and I went to this really good restaurant Flattop before coming home to polish off a ton of our leftover alcohol and an entire try of jell-o shots. Yummy, yummy. Sunday was filled with packing and my first ever trip to Cracker Barrel which I thoroughly enjoyed!!! I love me some good old Southern Comfort food apparently. Monday pretty much sucked because Luz and Shubbu moved out (MJ moved out the day before) leaving me oh-so-alone in this big apartment. So I've been working the past few days pretty much counting the hours till Kyle gets here Thursday and we move out.
So that of course means I'll be home for a week but because I've been such a horrible blogger lately I'll really try to spit out a few entries. And then what with moving into a new apartment and sadly starting school so soon I'll have plenty, plenty to blog about!
So I guess I should explain why I was so angry at life in my last blog and felt it necessary to write a list of everything I hated but I pretty much don't have an explanation. I was pissed because I had to stay late at work and wanted to sink further into the glory of anger so I wrote about things that I fucking hated. But it was a tremendously good rant for me and I felt loads better afterwards. See, that's why I love blogging. It gives me somewhere to rant and rave and rage.
But I just don't have any ranting or raving or raging to do right now which produces a blog that I'm not always so proud to say I wrote. Give me an anger produced, Fuck filled, chuckle promoting blog and I'll gladly sign my name to it any old day.
So this is me signing off, my next entry will be from good ol' Freeport unless of course I get ambitious tomorrow (or bored) before Kyle gets here and write a little something. Oh wait, we all know the chances of that happening are about as good as anorexic Nicole Richie getting pregnant. Oh wait.......
Fuck. That still doesn't mean I'm blogging.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK, Fuck
Things I FUCKING Hate:
- Idiots who come to work not wanting to do any work. Hello dimwit, why the fuck should I be picking up your slack? Grow some balls and start moving your fucking feet.
- Fucking moving from here to there what seems like every three days. I'm so so tired of packing and re-packing my loads of shit.
- People who can't tip worth a God Damn hell. Take a fucking tipping etiquette class or something.
- Messiness and cleaning up after people. Fuck!
- Not ever being able to fall asleep anymore and when I finally do fall asleep, getting woken up my some dumb fuck frat boys fighting outside my window.
- People who don't like me using the word Fuck so much. It fucking feels good when you're pissed. Try it some time.
- Judgy and or bitchy people, unless done with wit and good humor. Then I really don't mind a fuck.
- Fucksticks who have a problem with me having fun or have to bring my fun level down by being a kill joy. Fuck you.
- Those stupid revolting fucking Crocs. If you own a pair, throw them the fuck out. Fuck, I'll help you do it.
- This 98 degree, so muggy weather where I feel like I can't even breathe. It's like fucking hell out there.
- Not having enough fucking sugar in my Kool-aid. It pisses me off. If I'm drinking Kool-aid, I'm drinking to get hyped, so don't get stingy with the sweet stuff.
- But I do love fucking post-its (couldn't live without them), fucking lists (I make like three a day), fucking nice/friendly people (they make me so happy), every fucking flavor of icecream, and fucking swearing up a storm.
Good Fucking Night!
- Idiots who come to work not wanting to do any work. Hello dimwit, why the fuck should I be picking up your slack? Grow some balls and start moving your fucking feet.
- Fucking moving from here to there what seems like every three days. I'm so so tired of packing and re-packing my loads of shit.
- People who can't tip worth a God Damn hell. Take a fucking tipping etiquette class or something.
- Messiness and cleaning up after people. Fuck!
- Not ever being able to fall asleep anymore and when I finally do fall asleep, getting woken up my some dumb fuck frat boys fighting outside my window.
- People who don't like me using the word Fuck so much. It fucking feels good when you're pissed. Try it some time.
- Judgy and or bitchy people, unless done with wit and good humor. Then I really don't mind a fuck.
- Fucksticks who have a problem with me having fun or have to bring my fun level down by being a kill joy. Fuck you.
- Those stupid revolting fucking Crocs. If you own a pair, throw them the fuck out. Fuck, I'll help you do it.
- This 98 degree, so muggy weather where I feel like I can't even breathe. It's like fucking hell out there.
- Not having enough fucking sugar in my Kool-aid. It pisses me off. If I'm drinking Kool-aid, I'm drinking to get hyped, so don't get stingy with the sweet stuff.
- But I do love fucking post-its (couldn't live without them), fucking lists (I make like three a day), fucking nice/friendly people (they make me so happy), every fucking flavor of icecream, and fucking swearing up a storm.
Good Fucking Night!
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