Confused College Girl Rants

Monday, October 13, 2008

Quick Catch Up

So after the 4th here’s how things unfolded.I met a BOY. I started dating the boy. He was fun. I worked a lot. Thought about quitting, but didn’t.

Kept dating the boy. Kept working. The house FLOODED again. Gonna go crazy. Moved into my own apartment! It’s sweet. Started school. My teachers are all homework Nazis this semester.

Still dating the boy. He got REALLY needy and wanted ALL of my attention. Blek. Decided to change my major. Gonna be a lawyer. (Yeah, yeah, I CAN be serious, believe it or not.)

Dumped the boy. He got obnoxious. Started an application for this Arabic program to go overseas. Probably won’t get it, but fingers crossed anyways! Realized I’m still madly in love with my Ex. That sucks. Also started crushing on my Best Friend. That’s weird.

Mk. So now you’re ALL caught up on my lovely goings ons. I’ll try to be better about the blogging thing. Ciao amigos.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Summer Ups and Downs

Craziness. That’s all I have to say about this summer. Absolute craziness

So let me start with the beginning. Remember my breakup? Well it resulted in a rebound. This rebound resulted in mono.

For those of you who are unfamiliar, mono is aka “The Kissing Disease” (Cuz that’s how it’s usually spread). It’s basically the flu for a week, then unbelievable exhaustion for a month. Fun stuff. Or not. Whatever

So the rebound guy was just a fling. A rather attractive fling. A rather giant fling. (The guy stands at like 6’5” and then there’s lil’ ol’ me at 5’5”.) But he was fun and he got my mind off of the ex. It just kinda went sour when I got mono. Shockingly enough, a guy who gets you sick for a month is kind of a turn off.

Ok, so after I spent a month in bed (kill me now please) my family was going to go to California for a week and I REALLY was needing that vacation. We made it as far as the airport.

What happened?” you ask? Well let me tell you. Our stupid house flooded. Yep. Flooded. The neighbors called, told us the fabulous news, and we had to cancel our flight, turn around, and go home to a soaking wet house instead of the beaches of Cali. Sweet.

So I’ve spent the last several days lugging all of our stuff upstairs, and with a blow-dryer in hand trying to salvage books. Personally, I think that’s ten times more fun than Disneyland, or Hollywood, or shopping. Who needs vacation anyways? ...Ha.

But things are ok. Insurance is gonna cover most of the repair costs, although I personally am doubtful of whether or not the wet carpet smell will EVER come out of the house. You think wet dog is bad? You have no idea.

Now I’m cheerful though, because I’m at my grandparent’s house for Independence Day. The 4th of July is my favorite holiday, second only to Christmas. My grandparent’s live in an itty-bitty town that goes ALL OUT for the 4th.

We’ll have a party this afternoon, complete with swimming and pickleball (the greatest game EVER, just so you know). Then tonight there will be a parade, a carnival, and a gigantic fireworks show. It’s pretty fabulous.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Tagged

I made a blogging friend! Score. So I got tagged apparently, which means that I’m going to tell you about some of my quirks.

But first of all—Bharat is the taggee. Check his blog out cuz it’s crazy cool. He’s a deep thinker. Something you may not get so much of from this blog…

Right. So here are the rules to this tag thing: Link to the person who tagged you. (click the second picture to check out Bharat.)Mention these rules on your blog. List 6 unspectacular quirks of yours. Tag 6 bloggers by linking to them. Leave a Comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

Here’s the kicker. I’m a newbie here and don’t really know anyone to tag… SO. I’m gonna pick some strangers who have awesome blogs and tag them. Yeah, they’ll probably think I’m weird. But that’s ok.

Quirk #1 You know that dangly thing in the back of your throat? It’s called a uvula. I have two. Yup. Two. No clue as to why… Just always have. Freak of nature here.

Quirk #2 I label EVERYTHING. And I color-code things too. At home we have a DVD player, a Wii, and a PS2 all hooked up to the same TV and not enough sockets to have them all plugged in at the same time, so I labeled and color-coded every cord. It’s great. Oh! And I have a list in my desk of every item inside the desk and what drawer it’s in. I even put the list on the list.

Quirk #3 I only eat M&Ms two at a time, and both pieces have to be the SAME color. If I have an odd number I bite the last one in half before I eat it.

Quirk #4 I fall in love with fictional characters with alarming frequency. Clark Kent. Peter Pan. Aladdin. Ferris Bueller. Mr. Darcy. William Wallace (ok, not fictional, just historical…). Dread Pirate Roberts. And most recently, Jacob Black. Edward Cullen is nothing compared to Jacob Black.

Quirk #5 I hide unimportant things in tiny boxes. I don’t know why. I probably have a few screws loose. But then at least I could put them in a tiny box.

Quirk #6 I like comfy clothes, even at the expense of looking decent. My little sisters, both fashion freaks, pretty much have to dress me when we go out into public. Because if I had it my way, I’d go out in jeans, old t-shirts, and REALLY thick socks. Thick, tall socks with unusual patterns are acceptable in heaven. Little known fact.

And for the record- the socks in the doodle were inspired by my personal favorite pair of socks. Yeah, they’re that ugly. But oh… so thick.

Lastly, I'm actually typing! Because links are WAY too much trouble in doodles. So.

Here's some blogs for me to tag.

Cold Sake
Master Marf
Rucker

Oh screw the rules. Three is good.

And actually, only one of them is a total stranger.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Finals and Freedom

My first year of college is officially OVER.

I had to work my ass off to get the grades I needed for my scholarship.Scholarships are great and all… but they basically add a million billion pounds of pressure to an already stress-filled schedule.But the biggest challenge during finals week is CONCENTRATING.

Everyone is like, “WooHoo! Party!!” because the year is almost over. It makes it very difficult to care… at all… about studying. BUT I did it! I stayed strong in the face of immense temptation

Then there was the mess of packing up my dorm room. That was… fun. Dorm rooms are basically the most disgusting things ever invented.

When I moved in at the start of the year, there were things growing on the walls… It would have been GREAT to clean the “growths” but I wasn’t planning on touching them, even with T H I C K rubber gloves.

So instead, me and my roomie opted for just covering it all up with mirrors and posters. Taking the mirrors/posters down was… an experience. Can I get an “Ewwww” from the audience please?

Oh! And while bunking the beds—a requirement before check-out—I totally smashed my hand between the beds. Pain, like, the really painful kind, is still making my hand throb. I’m not a baby or anything, but it HURTS!

But the GOOD news is what I started this post with. My first year of college is OVER. The finals are taken, the dorm room is packed, the hand is bandaged, and I am home. But now of course- I miss college.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Bound to Happen

Woo Hoo! I failed to update for a month. Awesome Start… I know. So… the big news… I’M SINGLE.

Yeah, so not the greatest thing in the world, but here’s how it all finally happened: For starters—The boyfriend had officially left the building. Or, relationship. Whatever, you know what I mean.

He decided he wants to go to Golf College. Yep. That’s right. Golf College. And don’t get me wrong… I totally support him for following his dreams and all that jazz, but my personal opinion? It’s not his dream.

It’s that lovely woman he calls Mom.

He has TOLD ME he DOESN’T WANT to try to be a golfer. But she convinced him that actually, he does. And that golf school is what he WANTS. I just want to scream… “STAND UP FOR YOURSELF” GRRR…

Anyways, after he officially decided that he was going to move away to go to school, it’s like he stopped trying. Ok, I dunno if a long-distance thing is a good idea or not, but at least think about it!

But instead, he pulled away from me and from us. Just so HE wouldn’t get HURT. WHAT ABOUT ME??? Anyways, the change in his behavior was totally obvious, and after awhile I just got sick of it. There’s only so much a girl can take, you know??

Plus, things had been shaky for awhile anyways, so I guess it was bound to happen.

So yep… I’m single these days. Super weird… but I’m realizing it’s kind of fun. I have a few boys to flirt with to keep my mind off of “The EX” and that is a sure-fire way to keep a girl smiling.

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