Filed under: College Life
Me and my college buddies have officially declared WAR. Taping ones clothes and food to the cealing is simple enough, but once I get pranked. I am holding no pity. I mean calling Pizza Hut, getting $100 dollars worth of pizza, and calling it to my friends dorm.
They can mess with me, but they’re gonnna get it.
Filed under: College Life
Today was pretty damn awesome I must say. Usually in Washington state, unless you live high on the mountains with the abominable snowman or something, you never see snow. Well, at 9:30 this morning, my ecstatic friend found otherwise.
She came to my door, banging on it, squeaking on how awesome it is outside. I of course was sleeping, but got up anyway to see what her malfunction was. As soon as I opened it, she went on a tangent on how I always said it will never snow here in Olympia, and to look outside. When I stepped out to look out the main door, sure enough, there was a thick blanket of that white sleet all over the ground.
Long story short, two hours, one snowman, five snowball fights, six frozen feet, and six frozen hands later, we went back inside from our snowy wonderland. Needless to say, I’m freezing, my fingers are stiff as hell, and my feet are on the heater, and all my coats are wet from the snow, but I feel good. When you’re in college and having to be responsible, it’s nice to get a little break and act like a kid again.
Even though most kids I’m sure put the carrot on the TOP ball of the snowman, we’re mature, responsible adults. We can put the carrot anywhere we want. (About two notches lower ya’ll.)
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Since all my writing skills are going to my many research papers, You all have to watch this video, and then visit this site. Because as far as bands go, Lemon Demon always wins.
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Here’s a thought…I’M SICK OF FRIKIN’ RAMEN!!!!
Filed under: College Life
I am waaaay over my head with all the work I have to do. And redo. In my class, all the papers we’ve written to far have to be done again. This only goes for the freshman however, so we have that to do, more papers to do, and photography, and all kinds of other art. It’s overwhelming.
Gah, I swear, as soon as the quater is over, I’m taking a FUN class. Like…Cooking with Tom Arnold.
Filed under: College Life
Number one, I suck with promises, so I haven’t posted in quite a long time. Although I just started myLivejournal up again, so I…might..be posting…a lot…more…to a certain extent. Otherwise, yeah, I suck.
So, the college life is strange and exotic. You have the movie parties, the games of pool in the Community Center, those wacky and crazy games of Frisbee, but nothing is like the drunken party.
Now don’t jump to conclusions, I haven’t done anything yet. I mean, I know better. But when all your friends are drunk off their… well, rear-ends. I’m more the…designated friend. I’m the one that’s sane, so if one wants to go jump off the clock tower, I MIGHT be able to persuade him to jump off something smaller…like the dorm roof.
But after a while, it starts to weigh on you. What WOULD it be like to be drunk? Or not so much drunk as…inebriated. I came into college saying I wouldn’t, and I’m still in that mindset, but its a lot harder than I thought to keep the goody-goody two shoes act going for so long. You want to have fun, and in order to have fun, you have to join the crowd most of the time. Although I fit in fine without getting smashed, curiosity killed the cat you know?
But alas, I don’t plan to RIGHT now. If I do end up having one night of major drunken stuporness, I would be surprised, and I would have to hide my cell phone to refrain from calling my mom, and yelling out in a drunken rage “WHEN ARE YOU GONNA SEND ME THE REST OF MY F******* ANIME DVD’S!!??”
In fact, there are three options to what I would be like drunk;
1. The Weepy drunk. I would emo over the fact I still don’t or ever had a boyfriend.
2. The abusive drunk. I’m that way already to an extent. I would just punch people for no reason, and think it’s hilarious. I do now, but I actually feel remorse.
3. The “Layman” drunk. I would be dumber than a brick, and would do the stupidest thing. Like wake up in the library next morning with a dog or something. And like…only my pants on. A disturbing image yes, but I’m sure it would be even more disturbing for my boss, since I work there…Heh, I’d get fired faster than my friends at a “bonfire.”
You may think this is a joke now, but..heh…I probably would do so, because here at Evergreen, I am CRAZZZYYY.
Don’t worry though fellow readers. I’m a good girl. I will refrain fromt eh trials of Peer Pressure, and worry more about my schoolwork, and internships…and..uh, homework.
On another topic, every night this week, I’ve gone to bed at about 1am and on. In fact, RIGHT now, I’m writing this at 12:24 Am, and I still have a paper due for my class tomorrow I need to finish. And what am I doing writing this instead of my paper you may ask? Simple… I’m one hell of a procrastinator.
But what am I doing up so late? Nothing. I hang out playing video games. Go on a midnight trip to Safeway, and grab late night snackage. (Did that last night actually.) Play frisbee or air hockey. Or, like now, “do homework.” Its funny. My mom always says “get some sleep tonight!” And I say, “I will…” And then I stay up till 5am. College is the worst place to stay on a diet, and have good sleeping habits, because nobody EVER follows it. There’s a curse, and it’s impossible for you to have morals and decency here.
So tonight I’ll probably fall asleep again around 3 am, and wake up to go work at the campus library at nine. Then I’ll go to class, and fall asleep. Because as cool as Installation Art is, its SOOOOO boring! And I wont do drugs or beer. Although I know anyone who reads this would laugh at the thought of me being drunk…you know it.
P.S. Supposedly, people have actually been asking about the blog. NOBODY ever responds. I figured nobody would read it after I never posted again. Nice to know some people still care. So respond people, otherwise I feel no obligation to bother with the blog. I’ll consider it one of those passing fancies where I wish I could be popular on the Internet.
OH! Almost forgot. Drum Circles exsist. And they play all night, REALLY early in the morning. And my room’s window is right by it, so it sucks even more. Drums and night DO NOT mix.
Filed under: College Life
Right off the bat let me say sorry for not updating this LOT earlier. It’s been about two weeks, and I haven’t updated at all. There are certain reasons for this. Staying up late going to parties and watching movies is CERTAINLY not on the list.
Wow. So far all I can say is that college rocks my socks…all night long. The first three days have been a cross between boring and uber-fun. I came here thinking that all this bad stuff would happen, and I found out I was completely wrong. But because I’m lazy, I’ll go over the biggest things for my time so far here at college.
Dorm
When I first got to Evergreen, I arrived about 5 days before the big move-in date for everyone else was supposed to arrive. When I got there, I was all set to move into my dorm I would be staying in for the year. Instead, when I got there, they said that adjustments were being made to the D Dorm building, and I had to stay in a temporary dorm. The building I had to stay in was A Dorm, and it was cozy…as cozy as a 10th floor room with a full view can be. No screens on the windows, you could fall right out.
This irked me because I was all set to get all nice and cozy in my dorm, and the fact that I brought all my essentials with me. (I.E. clothes, computer, TV, DVD, Anime.) So I had my small space with my TV and computer, and I made it home, albeit for a few days.
My roommate….Lets not get into that for now. She was fine, but let’s just say I’m glad I was her roommate for only 5 days.
Long story short, I was able to move into my dorm when they got all the problems worked out in the D building, and I was able to move into my GIANT dorm. When I got here, I expected a small cramped space I would have to share. We lucked out, and got a meeting room, with a lot of space to do stuff with. My personal space is pictured below. I have my anime posters, My TV set with DVDs, and chairs to lounge in.
The lounging space in which my friends and I play games, watch anime or movies is here. My dorm is the popular place to hang, it’s awesome. I mean, what else do you do when your dorm is the biggest in the building? So all those chairs you see are because with the giant rug is the place in which me and my friends place our butts after class.
My Roommate
I don’t want to talk about my first roommate. BUT, my current one is awesome. Her name is Meghan and she’s all the way from Massachusetts. We get along great. I figured we wouldn’t get along at all, and make a line down the room a-la “I Love Lucy,” but we seemed to have clicked perfectly. We hang out, and can give each other space when needed. It’s perfect.
Friends
I’ve made a lot of friends here at college. It was a LOT easier than I thought it would be. I also have some buddies that came from high school, so when I want to play some video games, or just joke around late at night, they’re always awake doing something like that. I’m not sure how they would feel about having their name all out on the interweb for all to see, so I’ll just let you know that my friends and I are pretty out there, and are always looking for non-drug related fun. …Although we have been to a lot of “bonfires.”
Misc.
College life isn’t all so bad. When I first got here, I thought I would be an outcast, or it would be like one of those college movies where the jocks and preppy girls would rule. It’s anything but. Everyone seems to be absolutely fine with one another. Everyone is friendly and helps you out, easy to make new friends, and you get the sense of a community, not just another campus with people.
Being out on my own is nice of course, but I do still miss my family and friends back in Seattle. I’ve quickly adjusted to what it’s like being an adult I suppose, but it seems as if I need my parents more now than when I was actually with them.
Working, taking care of any school related business is hard to do on your own. Or more so to get motivated on your own. I enjoy the freedom, but it comes with a price you know?
Also, since I did a lot of various things over the course of two weeks, I took a few pictures.
The Ol’ Clock Tower.
About a week and a half ago, we went on a tour on the water. The tour was boring, but I got a few good pics out of it. Here’s the capital.
Nice view of the water here.
Sunset shots.
From now on I’ll do my best to update this more often. There are a lot of people I still don’t want to lost contact with, so I’ll really have no choice. Although with my Craaaaazy college ways, who knows if I’m really all that serious or not?
Filed under: Emotional College Prep.
I’ve had a real bad case with this for the past couple of days. I mean I’ve had a good time, hanging out with friends, saying goodbyes, stuff like that, but I haven’t been able to sleep, and I’ve had one heck of a case of insomnia for the last two days. I know there’s no need to be nervous, but it’s always been this way for EVERY day I’ve started some new school. It was this way for elementary, middle, and high school. Now it’s pretty much the same, it’s just more so the person I have to rely on is myself, instead of running to my mom. (I could do that still, but that would call for lengthy phone bills.)
Nonetheless, as I sit waist-deep in clothes, meticulously folding them so they actually fit in my luggage, I look back on my last day in Seattle, and I must say, it kinda sucks. I mean, I’m sitting here folding clothes, and listening to Billy Joel. (I LIKE Billy Joel, but I hate packing.) All I can do now is think about is by this time tomorrow, I’ll be at Evergreen, doing college-oriented stuff. Oh what fun.
And it sucks too, I might not have internet for a few days when I get there. I’m still not totally sure how the internet connection works up there, but the lack of the “Internets” will leave me dazed and confused because how else am I going to know what’s going on with the world?
Plus, I’ll have pictures to post of the campus, and my eventual awesome dorm, keep a lookout.
P.S. And I am aware of today’s anniversary. I am deeply sorry for anyone’s relation to anyone who might have been caught in 01’s attack. Let’s all have a good mood today, and remember the heroes who were lost on this day.
Filed under: Emotional College Prep.
One of my least favorite things in life is saying goodbye. Whether it’s a day I’m just hanging out with friends, and there’s that whole awkward silence when you’re all deciding if you should leave or not. If it’s the end of the school year, and even though you know you’ll see all of them three months from then, it’s still chokes you up inside to know that you have to leave them all.
For a little over a year, I worked at the Seattle Public Library. During my stay, I met great co-workers. My interpretations of conservative boring librarians were smashed once I actually got to know them behind the scenes, and not just from a patron’s point of view.
Needless to say, I loved my job. Being my first job, I was nervous as heck, but found it to be quite relaxing at times. Although it was strict to a point, I was comfortable there, and that’s what made me happy.
And what also made me happy was the fact that even though I stopped working, my Co-workers threw me a going away party later that week. Needless to say, I was touched, and although I may not have said much, it was only because I hated to say goodbye to people who were so supportive, and I didn’t wanna cry or anything. (I get chocked up, I don’t cry. But the SPIRIT of crying is there, which is a feeling I hate.)
I also went back to my Ex-high school to visit all my underclassman friends. We had a pretty good time. Talked about anime, went out for teriyaki after school, and hung out at the park. It seems as if I’m leaving a lot of good people behind. Although it’ll only be a few months, I’ll still miss them all.
So really what I’m saying is that I had really good friends, and people that stood by me through a lot. Makes me wish I didn’t have to go, but as Madonna would say, “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina.”
(Replace the noun with Seattle, and it makes more sense.)
Filed under: College Prep.
Life is a funny thing, when you’re small; all you want to do is hurry and grow up. When you’re big, all you want to be is small again. Now, being eighteen years old and prepping for college, leaves me in such a nostalgia funk it’s not even funny. All I can seem to think of right now is all the times I’ve shared with friends, times I’ve fought with my friends, and even turned my back on some.
But even thinking about all the bad times I might have shared, it only eventually strengthened whatever bond I may have had at that point. Leaving it behind seems just…wrong.
I leave for college in about…(checks computer clock)…eleven days. As excited as I am, it’s hard to think that all of a sudden, “Holy crap, I’m going to college!” Where has the time gone to where one second I’m facing my first day of kindergarten, and then I bend down to buckle my shoe, and stand up again only to see a giant college clock tower, and my mom not holding my hand. It’s a freaky realization. Most of me keeps thinking that I’m still immature, and I can’t handle being out on my own. The other side of me keeps saying, “I want to get the heck out of my house, and be on my own.” It’s like I’m playing Ping Pong with the six year old version of me, and for the record, I’m not winning.
Although since I assume you came here either for the fact that the title declares an odd resemblance to that “One Movie,” or the fact that you too cannot understand how you came from sharing a school locker to sharing a cubicle, then I suggest you keep on.
OR…if you’re a co-worker or a friend who can’t live with the fact that I’m in another city, and the only way to get your fix of my high and bright attitude is reading words I vicariously type on my crappy keyboard, then…then all the more power to ya. *Thumbs Up*
Anyway, there’s no special catch with this blog. No review of kooky and useless gadgets. No special rundown of what it’s like being some magazine writer in New York. Just…me and what’s its like being thrown out of the nest, and into a nest full of Hemp-Smoking-Beer Guzzling-Frat boys, and the girls that go along with them. Because I know most of you, whether out of college, or soon to be going to one, have felt this way at some point in your life, and as hard as you may have tried to explain it to people, can’t seem to reveal the same emotion as you can through your mouth as you can through your fingers on a keyboard.
So, as I create the first post of this extraordinary blog, read, as I regale you of my wondrous adventures of my soon first Dorm Party, my first colleg-all-nighter, and find out how much Red Bull will really cost once you get to college, relax and enjoy.
I hate the fact that I have to leave so many people…some who I will give hugs and presents, and even some who I wont see at all, but this will truly help me in my discovery of life and “rites-of-passage” and who else would I want to share all that with but my closet friends and the whole world of the “Internets?”
