Well here it is. The Beginning. Of my fourth semester. As usual I am going totally crazy. While I was quite ready to return to Drury after winter break, I am now feeling like I have no time to accomplish what I needed to before classes start.
I'll let you know how it goes!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
GEEK!
I *heart* Stargate SG-1.
I have a total geek-crush on Richard Dean Anderson, even though he's kind of old in the series. He's just so freakin' Bad Ass. It make me want to watch all of MacGyver. I think that's the next show I will tackle.
I went shopping again today. Got some pretty sweet deals at Penney's. Thanks a bunch to The Boyfriend for slipping me that extra $50 for no reason. What a sweet heart.
So speaking of Wes, the boyfriend. I love him a lot. I think if he asked me to marry him I would say yes. I'm only 20 years old! It FA-REAKS me out that I'm seeing myself with this one person forever, who I've been dating since high school. And at the same time it's so comforting to know that unless my life suddenly goes down the shitter, I could very well spend the rest of my life with my bestest of friends.
Here is what I love about him:
*He is always optimistic.
*He doesn't mind that I am always a Debbie Downer/Negative Nancy/all around pessimistic-pisser-on-all-things-good and jolly kind of person.
*He is all around as smart as me, and actually of greater intelligence in certain areas of everyday living, such as computers. I secretly love it when I don't know something and he has to teach me. His chest puffs up as he starts explaining something while I try to pretend that I knew it already or didn't need to know it in the first place. But secretly it makes me smile.
*He displays a very desirable tendency to take care of me at every turn, yet lets me be indpendent about things I want to be independent about. This means when I go "WESSSSSSSS. I don't wannnna drivvvve. I am le tired and want to sleep on the way to Wal-Mart" he doesn't miss a beat finding me keys in my cavernous purse. Speaking of the purse, he carries it sometimes when my hands are full, and never says a word. And the man buys tampons too. And still, he lets me pay for dinner on nights that I can and doesn't get grumpy about it. Yay.
*He doesn't laugh at me when I talk about my projects. Like for instance, my 'chick lit' novel I have 'in the works' meaning, I've devoted a loose leaf notebook to the endeavor, but havn't really done any writing. Instead of saying I'm silly, even if he actually thinks it, he is always supportive. He even gave me a few ideas for the novel. Pssht. Like he knows a DANG THANG about being a chick. But I still love him for it. And when I talk about going on super healty organico-fiberlicious-fresh squeezed everything dieting lifestyles, he never tells me it won't last a week, even though it doesn't make it past our phone call. ha.
*He doesn't get pissed off any more when I fart under the covers. He used to, but now he's accepted that I am a Fart Meister and always will be.
*He introduced me to super cool time wasters like Stargate and Battlestar Galactica. So I like that he's a nerd. And that he watched the entire series of Grey's Anatomy so he could play my trivia game with me.
Love him.
I have a total geek-crush on Richard Dean Anderson, even though he's kind of old in the series. He's just so freakin' Bad Ass. It make me want to watch all of MacGyver. I think that's the next show I will tackle.
I went shopping again today. Got some pretty sweet deals at Penney's. Thanks a bunch to The Boyfriend for slipping me that extra $50 for no reason. What a sweet heart.
So speaking of Wes, the boyfriend. I love him a lot. I think if he asked me to marry him I would say yes. I'm only 20 years old! It FA-REAKS me out that I'm seeing myself with this one person forever, who I've been dating since high school. And at the same time it's so comforting to know that unless my life suddenly goes down the shitter, I could very well spend the rest of my life with my bestest of friends.
Here is what I love about him:
*He is always optimistic.
*He doesn't mind that I am always a Debbie Downer/Negative Nancy/all around pessimistic-pisser-on-all-things-good and jolly kind of person.
*He is all around as smart as me, and actually of greater intelligence in certain areas of everyday living, such as computers. I secretly love it when I don't know something and he has to teach me. His chest puffs up as he starts explaining something while I try to pretend that I knew it already or didn't need to know it in the first place. But secretly it makes me smile.
*He displays a very desirable tendency to take care of me at every turn, yet lets me be indpendent about things I want to be independent about. This means when I go "WESSSSSSSS. I don't wannnna drivvvve. I am le tired and want to sleep on the way to Wal-Mart" he doesn't miss a beat finding me keys in my cavernous purse. Speaking of the purse, he carries it sometimes when my hands are full, and never says a word. And the man buys tampons too. And still, he lets me pay for dinner on nights that I can and doesn't get grumpy about it. Yay.
*He doesn't laugh at me when I talk about my projects. Like for instance, my 'chick lit' novel I have 'in the works' meaning, I've devoted a loose leaf notebook to the endeavor, but havn't really done any writing. Instead of saying I'm silly, even if he actually thinks it, he is always supportive. He even gave me a few ideas for the novel. Pssht. Like he knows a DANG THANG about being a chick. But I still love him for it. And when I talk about going on super healty organico-fiberlicious-fresh squeezed everything dieting lifestyles, he never tells me it won't last a week, even though it doesn't make it past our phone call. ha.
*He doesn't get pissed off any more when I fart under the covers. He used to, but now he's accepted that I am a Fart Meister and always will be.
*He introduced me to super cool time wasters like Stargate and Battlestar Galactica. So I like that he's a nerd. And that he watched the entire series of Grey's Anatomy so he could play my trivia game with me.
Love him.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Winter
I hate it. There are so many things about this season that I dislike. And it's so disappointing because I get so excited for it each year--the scarves, cute hats, boots. But then it gets ridiculously cold and all I do is schlep around in my sweats with hairy legs. I hibernate.
So, my top five reasons to dis the winter.
1. The Cold. I like the whole image of white Christmases and snow glistening in the lane. But if they could just invent warm snow and do away with all this actual precipitation, it would be better.
2. Snow After it Melts. Mud, mud, mud. And dirty snow. What is the point.
3. Winter Vacation. I hold much disdain for the traditional "Christmas Vacation" most schools follow. It gets even worse after you leave for college. I hate moving all my shit home for four weeks. I still bring home all of my clothes even though I know that if I'm not working at the grocery store, all I'll be wearing are collegiate sweats. Like now, for instance. Add to that the fact that you have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO. I woke up, took a shower, at some Christmas dinner. I have resorted to watching Britney Spears music videos. Now don't get me wrong, I love The Brit, but I would much rather be doing something else. And not to mention the ridiculously slow internet connection. It makes Brit's "Lucky" video go something like this: "She's a luck........y, she's a st......ar.........but she cr......y......cry..........................cries....in her lonel.....y heaaaart................................if there's noth.................in' missin.......g in my life..........then..............why do these.......tears come at............nig...............h..........t. Plus, I find myself eating all day long. I never keep food in my dorm room due to my issue with constant grazing throughout the day. But here at home, it's chex mix here, a chocolate chip cookie there, roast beef roast beef roast beef, coke, sprite, and then a water when I remember that I'm trying to diet.
4. Going Back to Work. I work at a grocery store, that employs a lot of highschool kids from the area. Whenever I leave for school, a bunch of them get cycled through and there's always tons of new people, including older managers, when I come back. Then they're like "Now, here's how you rotate the Ranch Dressing" and stuff. EVEN when I wear my nametag that says "My name is CATHERINE, how may I help you?" and underneath "Two Years of Service". IDIOTS!
5. Going Back to School. By the time these four weeks of vacay are over, I will have forgotten what its like to actually have stuff that I need to get done. They should just let us have a few 3 day weekends throughout the semester. POOPHEADS!
So to wrap up all of this complaining, I would like to point out that my life could be oodles worse. I am very blessed to have a home to go home to, no matter how much it annoys me that I no longer have a place for all of my stuff (thank you, sister, for taking over the entire room). I'm lucky to have a stocked pantry that makes me fat like a Christmas turkey. (What do you eat for Christmas?). And I'm lucky to have a job that lets me come back and work when I'm home from school, knowing that we're getting deeper into an economic crisis. And finally, I'm happy that I get to go to college.
But I still like complaining.
So, my top five reasons to dis the winter.
1. The Cold. I like the whole image of white Christmases and snow glistening in the lane. But if they could just invent warm snow and do away with all this actual precipitation, it would be better.
2. Snow After it Melts. Mud, mud, mud. And dirty snow. What is the point.
3. Winter Vacation. I hold much disdain for the traditional "Christmas Vacation" most schools follow. It gets even worse after you leave for college. I hate moving all my shit home for four weeks. I still bring home all of my clothes even though I know that if I'm not working at the grocery store, all I'll be wearing are collegiate sweats. Like now, for instance. Add to that the fact that you have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO. I woke up, took a shower, at some Christmas dinner. I have resorted to watching Britney Spears music videos. Now don't get me wrong, I love The Brit, but I would much rather be doing something else. And not to mention the ridiculously slow internet connection. It makes Brit's "Lucky" video go something like this: "She's a luck........y, she's a st......ar.........but she cr......y......cry..........................cries....in her lonel.....y heaaaart................................if there's noth.................in' missin.......g in my life..........then..............why do these.......tears come at............nig...............h..........t. Plus, I find myself eating all day long. I never keep food in my dorm room due to my issue with constant grazing throughout the day. But here at home, it's chex mix here, a chocolate chip cookie there, roast beef roast beef roast beef, coke, sprite, and then a water when I remember that I'm trying to diet.
4. Going Back to Work. I work at a grocery store, that employs a lot of highschool kids from the area. Whenever I leave for school, a bunch of them get cycled through and there's always tons of new people, including older managers, when I come back. Then they're like "Now, here's how you rotate the Ranch Dressing" and stuff. EVEN when I wear my nametag that says "My name is CATHERINE, how may I help you?" and underneath "Two Years of Service". IDIOTS!
5. Going Back to School. By the time these four weeks of vacay are over, I will have forgotten what its like to actually have stuff that I need to get done. They should just let us have a few 3 day weekends throughout the semester. POOPHEADS!
So to wrap up all of this complaining, I would like to point out that my life could be oodles worse. I am very blessed to have a home to go home to, no matter how much it annoys me that I no longer have a place for all of my stuff (thank you, sister, for taking over the entire room). I'm lucky to have a stocked pantry that makes me fat like a Christmas turkey. (What do you eat for Christmas?). And I'm lucky to have a job that lets me come back and work when I'm home from school, knowing that we're getting deeper into an economic crisis. And finally, I'm happy that I get to go to college.
But I still like complaining.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Back at school...
So what happened to the summer? I didn't blog about a damn thing.
I spent my entire vacation working. Which I guess is a blessing, because I made 3 grand in one summer: sadly, though, that's before taxes. But anyway, that helped me get back down to school, buy books (the count is still being tallied: right now, I've spent about $350 on text books, and I still have one to buy). I have started this year with less money than I did my very first semester, and I find myself being much less frugal. That scares me. And I don't have a job yet. I really need to budget. Sometimes I forget that these classes only last one semester, and that I will have to go through all this major spending all over again come December.
Speaking of classes...
I thought for some reason this semester would be so much easier than last year as a whole, namely because I am taking hardly any science classes, and no math classes.
I have a feeling I am going to be very, very wrong.
First off, most of my textbooks haven't arrived yet. I have borrowed books where I can, but I'm already behind in my British Literature class. And I hate that, because I made a really good impression on the prof, and then kind of blew it by trying to follow along in Gawain and The Green Knight on my laptop, and not contributing to class discussion, except that the French word for horse was 'cheval'. (Thank you, 15 years of Ballet lessons.)
I am also getting my art credit out of the way by taking Weaving. I thought it would be a breeze, but I've come to discover the professor bases much of your grade on 'ability'. That would be ARTISTIC ability, and let me tell you, I missed out on that gene completely. Thank God my mom is a fiber artists: I'll be on the phone w/ here every night, and she's planning on making a special trip down here to help critique my work before the teach does. I also have to pay $70 bucks for supplies, and I don't even want to take this class that bad. Poop.
My psychology professor is fantabulous, but very strict, and has high standards. She noted that in 12 years here at Drury, she has had one person score perfectly on any one of her tests. Sounds like a challenge to me.... ;)
Oh how I wish I could get a biology degree WITHOUT taking a botany class...at least I seem to have fenangled some decent lab partners: two girls who I know from the past are actually intelligent and do their own work. Yay!
I think my favorite class--but most challenging--is going to be Ethical Issues in Healthcare. It's not a very sunshiney class. In fact, it can be rather depressing, especially when you watch movies like Nazi Medicine: Under the Third Reich.
And last but not least, I am finally taking the infamous Fit for Life. Didn't even have to buy the new edition of the textbook because the teacher said he doesn't take the class that seriously. And he mentioned that we would have tons of days off and extremely brief classes when it is in session. Yay.
As for my new job as a Resident Assistant, I must say I feel as though I am filling the role successfully. In other word: I FREAKING LOVE LAYIN' DOWN THE LAWWWW. All I've ever wanted in my life is to be the boss of people and be surrounded by people who have to ask me for the answers. Finally, I have found my place in life. LOL.
That actually sounded ridiculously immature. But it's so true.
So anyway, I think that is all for now.
I spent my entire vacation working. Which I guess is a blessing, because I made 3 grand in one summer: sadly, though, that's before taxes. But anyway, that helped me get back down to school, buy books (the count is still being tallied: right now, I've spent about $350 on text books, and I still have one to buy). I have started this year with less money than I did my very first semester, and I find myself being much less frugal. That scares me. And I don't have a job yet. I really need to budget. Sometimes I forget that these classes only last one semester, and that I will have to go through all this major spending all over again come December.
Speaking of classes...
I thought for some reason this semester would be so much easier than last year as a whole, namely because I am taking hardly any science classes, and no math classes.
I have a feeling I am going to be very, very wrong.
First off, most of my textbooks haven't arrived yet. I have borrowed books where I can, but I'm already behind in my British Literature class. And I hate that, because I made a really good impression on the prof, and then kind of blew it by trying to follow along in Gawain and The Green Knight on my laptop, and not contributing to class discussion, except that the French word for horse was 'cheval'. (Thank you, 15 years of Ballet lessons.)
I am also getting my art credit out of the way by taking Weaving. I thought it would be a breeze, but I've come to discover the professor bases much of your grade on 'ability'. That would be ARTISTIC ability, and let me tell you, I missed out on that gene completely. Thank God my mom is a fiber artists: I'll be on the phone w/ here every night, and she's planning on making a special trip down here to help critique my work before the teach does. I also have to pay $70 bucks for supplies, and I don't even want to take this class that bad. Poop.
My psychology professor is fantabulous, but very strict, and has high standards. She noted that in 12 years here at Drury, she has had one person score perfectly on any one of her tests. Sounds like a challenge to me.... ;)
Oh how I wish I could get a biology degree WITHOUT taking a botany class...at least I seem to have fenangled some decent lab partners: two girls who I know from the past are actually intelligent and do their own work. Yay!
I think my favorite class--but most challenging--is going to be Ethical Issues in Healthcare. It's not a very sunshiney class. In fact, it can be rather depressing, especially when you watch movies like Nazi Medicine: Under the Third Reich.
And last but not least, I am finally taking the infamous Fit for Life. Didn't even have to buy the new edition of the textbook because the teacher said he doesn't take the class that seriously. And he mentioned that we would have tons of days off and extremely brief classes when it is in session. Yay.
As for my new job as a Resident Assistant, I must say I feel as though I am filling the role successfully. In other word: I FREAKING LOVE LAYIN' DOWN THE LAWWWW. All I've ever wanted in my life is to be the boss of people and be surrounded by people who have to ask me for the answers. Finally, I have found my place in life. LOL.
That actually sounded ridiculously immature. But it's so true.
So anyway, I think that is all for now.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Done and Dumber
My freshmen year is over!
Here's what I had when I turned in my room keys:
Just $200 to my name
A car full of stuff, half of which I never used while living away from home
A snazzy pair of new rain boots (purple argyle baby!)
And just about the same amount of knowledge I had when I arrived in August
Here's how my last two finals went:
When I turned in my calculus test, I knew that if I managed an A it was coming down the just two or three points. Luck must have been on my side because I did finish with an A. Woo hoo! Now I am getting ready to cover some shoe boxes with some material and want to use my kick ass optimization knowledge to use no unnecessary fabric...I will probably fail miserably!
For the chemistry final, I pretty much just made curious designs on the bubble sheet--I only knew the answer to about 10 questions, and just guessed on the rest. There were a lot of problems I probably could have figured out, but just didn't care enough. I had talked myself into a B already, which was the lowest I could possibly get in the class. This time I think my logic pulled me through, and my justification for choosing the answers that I did on my guesses was...justified. Another A.
So, a 4.0 to finish off the year. Yay! No matter how miserable I was in chemistry this whole year, getting an A just makes all that terrible pain and anguish vanish...and it really kinda sorta maybe possibly makes me regret dropping organic when I had a spot in the "easy" lab for next semester.
So now that it's all said and done, I have to ask myself...what have I learned?
In Alpha Seminar 1 I learned that my essays de academia don't cut the mustard and are only B worthy, and that it's only when I go "bat-shit-crazy" (as my boyfriend calls it) on the final and write creatively about aliens from Mars and aliens from Mexico do I get an A.
In Alpha Seminar 2 I learned that all human beings have the capacity to reason. Supposedly I have been living in what Plato called "The Cave" all of my life.
(Okay, that's a little sarcastic. I kinda enjoyed Alpha Seminar 2 a little bit--definitely not the work that we did, but some of the lectures I appreciated. I actually did learn some things in that supposed-to-be-the-super-easy-standardized-freshmen-english-like-class-but-turned-into-a-hard-core-philosophy/religion course.)
In Fundamentals of Cell Biology I learned a lot of interesting things, such as why African Americans suffer from lactose intolerance more than Caucasians, how our mitochondria produce ATP (the life blood for our cells), and how diffusion works when our professor sprayed some cheap perfume in the middle of the hall. But most memorably, I recall how I nearly complied when my professor claimed we would receive 10 extra credit points if we lit some "blue flamers" in front of the class. I say nearly--I didn't need the extra credit...I just think farting's really funny.
In Zoology, I learned that I will definitely never every be able to eat shell fish (even if it turns out I am not anaphylactic shockingly allergic to them) because they are in the same phylum as...spiders...gross. (Arthropoda, by the way.) I also am thoroughly creeped out when I clean with sponges. It's not like I didn't know they used to be animals, but it totally hit me how sucky it would be to be captured so somebody can smear you over a toilet seat...
In Ballet, I learned nothing. Because I had already taken a bagillion years of Ballet before. But it was sweet 'cause I was really good and sometimes got to show off. Yeah man!
In Statistics, I learned that no matter how average looking a man is, if he has an accent, dresses snazzy, and uses examples of booze, gambling, and fast women as stats examples, he is pretty damn sexy anyway.
In Calculus, I learned calculus. Perhaps I will be able to utilize it some day. Maybe if I hold onto my notes forever!
And in Chemistry 1 and 2...I learned that no matter how--decorated--(is that the right word?) a professor is, he can still be a dumbass.
But most importantly, I learned that even though I go to college, I'm not quite grown up yet, which means the idiots I'm surrounded by are even more immature.
Yes, that means I locked a girl out of our suite on our last night because she was being so loud and obnoxious. Irrational, you might say, except for the fact that she was like that EVERY NIGHT FOR TWO SEMESTERS. And it wasn't like she was just beat boxing till 1 A.M. or talking on the phone loudly...she liked to run around the suite, across the hallway, yelling and whining and crying for attention (and talking about her dirty, dirty, dirty sex life). That last night, with a 5 hour drive ahead of me the next day, I had to teach her a lesson.
Damn she got pissed.
Best night of my life. I laughed manically for many minutes till I finally fell back asleep. Muwhahhah!
--Catherine
Here's what I had when I turned in my room keys:
Just $200 to my name
A car full of stuff, half of which I never used while living away from home
A snazzy pair of new rain boots (purple argyle baby!)
And just about the same amount of knowledge I had when I arrived in August
Here's how my last two finals went:
When I turned in my calculus test, I knew that if I managed an A it was coming down the just two or three points. Luck must have been on my side because I did finish with an A. Woo hoo! Now I am getting ready to cover some shoe boxes with some material and want to use my kick ass optimization knowledge to use no unnecessary fabric...I will probably fail miserably!
For the chemistry final, I pretty much just made curious designs on the bubble sheet--I only knew the answer to about 10 questions, and just guessed on the rest. There were a lot of problems I probably could have figured out, but just didn't care enough. I had talked myself into a B already, which was the lowest I could possibly get in the class. This time I think my logic pulled me through, and my justification for choosing the answers that I did on my guesses was...justified. Another A.
So, a 4.0 to finish off the year. Yay! No matter how miserable I was in chemistry this whole year, getting an A just makes all that terrible pain and anguish vanish...and it really kinda sorta maybe possibly makes me regret dropping organic when I had a spot in the "easy" lab for next semester.
So now that it's all said and done, I have to ask myself...what have I learned?
In Alpha Seminar 1 I learned that my essays de academia don't cut the mustard and are only B worthy, and that it's only when I go "bat-shit-crazy" (as my boyfriend calls it) on the final and write creatively about aliens from Mars and aliens from Mexico do I get an A.
In Alpha Seminar 2 I learned that all human beings have the capacity to reason. Supposedly I have been living in what Plato called "The Cave" all of my life.
(Okay, that's a little sarcastic. I kinda enjoyed Alpha Seminar 2 a little bit--definitely not the work that we did, but some of the lectures I appreciated. I actually did learn some things in that supposed-to-be-the-super-easy-standardized-freshmen-english-like-class-but-turned-into-a-hard-core-philosophy/religion course.)
In Fundamentals of Cell Biology I learned a lot of interesting things, such as why African Americans suffer from lactose intolerance more than Caucasians, how our mitochondria produce ATP (the life blood for our cells), and how diffusion works when our professor sprayed some cheap perfume in the middle of the hall. But most memorably, I recall how I nearly complied when my professor claimed we would receive 10 extra credit points if we lit some "blue flamers" in front of the class. I say nearly--I didn't need the extra credit...I just think farting's really funny.
In Zoology, I learned that I will definitely never every be able to eat shell fish (even if it turns out I am not anaphylactic shockingly allergic to them) because they are in the same phylum as...spiders...gross. (Arthropoda, by the way.) I also am thoroughly creeped out when I clean with sponges. It's not like I didn't know they used to be animals, but it totally hit me how sucky it would be to be captured so somebody can smear you over a toilet seat...
In Ballet, I learned nothing. Because I had already taken a bagillion years of Ballet before. But it was sweet 'cause I was really good and sometimes got to show off. Yeah man!
In Statistics, I learned that no matter how average looking a man is, if he has an accent, dresses snazzy, and uses examples of booze, gambling, and fast women as stats examples, he is pretty damn sexy anyway.
In Calculus, I learned calculus. Perhaps I will be able to utilize it some day. Maybe if I hold onto my notes forever!
And in Chemistry 1 and 2...I learned that no matter how--decorated--(is that the right word?) a professor is, he can still be a dumbass.
But most importantly, I learned that even though I go to college, I'm not quite grown up yet, which means the idiots I'm surrounded by are even more immature.
Yes, that means I locked a girl out of our suite on our last night because she was being so loud and obnoxious. Irrational, you might say, except for the fact that she was like that EVERY NIGHT FOR TWO SEMESTERS. And it wasn't like she was just beat boxing till 1 A.M. or talking on the phone loudly...she liked to run around the suite, across the hallway, yelling and whining and crying for attention (and talking about her dirty, dirty, dirty sex life). That last night, with a 5 hour drive ahead of me the next day, I had to teach her a lesson.
Damn she got pissed.
Best night of my life. I laughed manically for many minutes till I finally fell back asleep. Muwhahhah!
--Catherine
Monday, May 12, 2008
The three P's...Procrastination...Penis...and Pimento
Why these three P's?
How dost thou procrastinate?
(Let me count the ways)
1. I woke up
2. I went back to sleep
3. I woke up again (for good this time)
4. I showered (for an abnormally long time)
5. I ate lunch (when I wasn't hungry)
6. I got mad when Lost wouldn't play on ABC.com
7. I waited for Lost to start working and then watched it
8. I danced
9. I played volleyball
10. I ate dinner
11. I watched more Lost
12. I laid on the floor for a while
13. I paced the floor for a while
14. I watched more Lost
15. And now I'm blogging...
16. ...because I love this you tube video...which leads me to the next 'P'
Penis: This has got to be, pick-me-up. I love it. I have seen it about a million times, and it still makes me laugh...so I dedicate this post to it. I'm sure everyone has seen it, but it makes me smile. (And for those who haven't, it's not dirty, it's just a commercial.)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=4dXGj_-orxw
And the last word...Pimento
Do you every say a word out loud, a word you haven't ever really listened to how it sounds before, and it sounds like you're saying it for the very first time? That was pimento for me today....
My brain is fffffried fffffrom ffffinals. (And I haven't even taken a test yet!)
--Catherine
How dost thou procrastinate?
(Let me count the ways)
1. I woke up
2. I went back to sleep
3. I woke up again (for good this time)
4. I showered (for an abnormally long time)
5. I ate lunch (when I wasn't hungry)
6. I got mad when Lost wouldn't play on ABC.com
7. I waited for Lost to start working and then watched it
8. I danced
9. I played volleyball
10. I ate dinner
11. I watched more Lost
12. I laid on the floor for a while
13. I paced the floor for a while
14. I watched more Lost
15. And now I'm blogging...
16. ...because I love this you tube video...which leads me to the next 'P'
Penis: This has got to be, pick-me-up. I love it. I have seen it about a million times, and it still makes me laugh...so I dedicate this post to it. I'm sure everyone has seen it, but it makes me smile. (And for those who haven't, it's not dirty, it's just a commercial.)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=4dXGj_-orxw
And the last word...Pimento
Do you every say a word out loud, a word you haven't ever really listened to how it sounds before, and it sounds like you're saying it for the very first time? That was pimento for me today....
My brain is fffffried fffffrom ffffinals. (And I haven't even taken a test yet!)
--Catherine
Sunday, May 11, 2008
College is just like highschool
I don't know about other college students, but for me, going to college was supposed the be the freshest start I could ever ask for in my life.
I graduated from a class of . . .drum roll please. . . six students. I know that sounds outrageous, but it's true. Some people are like "Wow, that'd be sweet, being bff's with all of your classmates!" The reality, however, is that being around the same five people for six years (yeah, my highs chool is 7th-12th) really starts to get old. You might have a good friend your freshmen year, but over summer, they'll just hang out more often with somebody else, and than BAM! You have to find someone else to gossip with your sophomore year.
And the gossip. I didn't know people (or myself!) could be so mean and catty. When graduation finally came a year ago, I couldn't wait to leave it all behind.
So I went to college. When I got here, I expected everyone to be as *cough* mature as I hope I am.
Our first week at school, Becky and I checked out a frat party at the quad, and were talking with some upperclassmen girls. During the convo, someone said "Yeah, like, just a warning--people like to call this school Drury High. 'Cause like people here...well, they're like bitchy and vindictive."
Crap.
So true.
The weirdest feeling ever is leaving for Christmas break thinking you have made some solid friends just to come back for second semester and realize they've pulled that old summer-friend-swap on you, just like in high school.
It definitely happened to me, but I'm thankful for it. Someone else took my place in a group of friends who don't even look me in the eye anymore when we pass in the hall, but I ended up finding the best friend I've had in a long time--yep--Becky.
We started off just as bathroom mates first semester, but somehow, the friend swapping worked in my favor this time.
Do people ever stop behaving in such snobby ways?
I have a feeling that all of life--college, the workplace, and for when I'm super old--bridge club...will be just like high school.
--Catherine
I graduated from a class of . . .drum roll please. . . six students. I know that sounds outrageous, but it's true. Some people are like "Wow, that'd be sweet, being bff's with all of your classmates!" The reality, however, is that being around the same five people for six years (yeah, my highs chool is 7th-12th) really starts to get old. You might have a good friend your freshmen year, but over summer, they'll just hang out more often with somebody else, and than BAM! You have to find someone else to gossip with your sophomore year.
And the gossip. I didn't know people (or myself!) could be so mean and catty. When graduation finally came a year ago, I couldn't wait to leave it all behind.
So I went to college. When I got here, I expected everyone to be as *cough* mature as I hope I am.
Our first week at school, Becky and I checked out a frat party at the quad, and were talking with some upperclassmen girls. During the convo, someone said "Yeah, like, just a warning--people like to call this school Drury High. 'Cause like people here...well, they're like bitchy and vindictive."
Crap.
So true.
The weirdest feeling ever is leaving for Christmas break thinking you have made some solid friends just to come back for second semester and realize they've pulled that old summer-friend-swap on you, just like in high school.
It definitely happened to me, but I'm thankful for it. Someone else took my place in a group of friends who don't even look me in the eye anymore when we pass in the hall, but I ended up finding the best friend I've had in a long time--yep--Becky.
We started off just as bathroom mates first semester, but somehow, the friend swapping worked in my favor this time.
Do people ever stop behaving in such snobby ways?
I have a feeling that all of life--college, the workplace, and for when I'm super old--bridge club...will be just like high school.
--Catherine
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