First Day of School and a Poem for SWB

Okay so my day went like this:

[CAUTION: not terribly interesting at all]

8:20am (phone checked for accuracy)- Phone Call from my neighbor asking if I was ready yet for our 9am class and which bus we would be taking to said 9am class. To which I responded, that OF COURSE I was ready as I tumbled out of bed into the clothes I had thankfully laid out the night before, and that It'd prolly be best to take the 8:40 bus.

8:25am- Dove into clothing and shuffled bleary eyed into the bathroom.

8:30am- Looked around kitchen to determine there wasn't enough time to eat cereal and snagged half a cookie from under the microwave (Hey, I'm a girl who knows how to start a new year off right).

8:32am- Attempted to tie my purple converse over my new, mismatched Costco socks while holding the half eaten half cookie in my mouth.

8:35am- Met my neighbor and together darted through the parking lot and across the street to mingle with students in various other states of alertness as we waited for the bus to take us away.

8:40-8:52am- Crowded bus ride. Girl fell of bike next to intersection. Had a lot of fun listening to the bus radio fantasizing about becoming a 10-4 talking bus driver.

8:52-10:20am- Found a friend of ours also in our Food science class, sat with her and decided that her fake nails were the source of her power a la Samson and his hair.

10:something- I took the bus back home and chatted with the gross roommate and stuff, found out the internet wasn't working and was sad.

11:somethingam- Sent a passive aggressive email to our internet company about getting our internet to work and stuff.

11:something-12:something- compulsively checked email hoping for some sign of life from the demonic internet company

12:something- Decided to test the internet "just one more time" I also sang to it in hopes that that would help and MAGICMAGICMAGIC IT WORKED! :D

12:57pm- Texted Giann as I danced around the apartment in SUPEREXCITEMENT

1:00pm- refreshed the internet again just to be for sure for sure. Then Danced some more when it did

1:00pm-2:30pm- I wrestled with the wireless router and beat it into submission granting the glorious Batcave2 internet MAGIC!

2:30ish-2:45ishpm- Biked 1.5 miles to my Children's lit class

3:00-3:10pm- Attempted a Sudoku handed out by some textbook website advertisers

3:10-4:30sih- Sat in Class. Got excited to read 2 books a week for the next 10 weeks. Looked at paintings of children.

4:30ish-4:45ish- Biked home in the HOT HOT HOT sun only to find my bike parking stolen. So I stole someone else's and collapsed onto the couch with some cold water in an attempt to stop melting.

Then I went on the internet and promised to blog my day for ya'll. Since I started typing this a friend stopped by and we attempted to deal with the drama of Chem placement tests, chatted about the inherent creepiness of the Patriot Act, and planned a night of food eating and TV watching to celebrate a successful first day.

Sorry this was so boring... But it's basically how my day was. Aside from a girl falling off her bike, getting the internet to finally work and biking 3 miles it's been pretty average. Which I like. :] ALSO today is my dad's birthday which is exciting and stuff. :]]

Before I sign off I have one last thing to include. I promised my dear SWB that she would get her own poem too. And while it's not quite as long winded as the one I wrote for Pham it stands on it's own, small but powerful. :]

So without further ado:

Natalie Marlo

You smell like fresh baked cookies

When you bake cookies

luff you ;D

For Phammy

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue

You wanted a Post

So I'll write one for you.

Phammy Bo Bammy

Phee Phi Pho Phammy

When people get sick

Their hands get all clammy

and they cuddle all cozy

In their favorite blue jammies

Writing up poems

For their favorite friends

Though I'm not really sick

That part was pretend.

I know my rhyme sucks

But you wanted a Blog

Cause you called me a shmuck

For waiting so long

To post something new

So I'll write this for you

Because Phammy my dear

You've caused me to fear

Your vicious sharp sting

And the pain you will bring

Should I ever slack off

And not blog enough.

So consider this one

A sort of trial run

Or a promise of sorts

For some bloggish reports

To be posted posthaste

If that is to your taste.

Because Phammylicious

Though your threats are vicious

You are also delicious

Which makes this an auspicious

Moment to declare,

HEY PHAMMY

You've splendid, cute hair.

:]]

Trees

Right now I should be writing my first draft of a ten page long research paper due in a little under two hours. But I'm not.

Instead I'm sitting here in a dorm room with the light off as if it tempt the sun out from beneath the clouds, sitting here wondering about clouds and nebulas and the awesome of subjects I'll never understand.

I think I like them more because they remain mysterious. Like stars? Sure I know they're made of like gas'n stuff but do I really need to know any more about them to look up and go, "damn those are pretty?"

Sometimes when I get so engrossed in something I forget to sit back and appreciate the awesome of life.

Cause honestly go look a tree, touch it, climb it, hug it. It's REAL. Honest to goodness REAL LIFE. I pass by trees everyday and rarely do I appreciate how awesome they are.

So this is me, telling you: that trees?

THEY'RE AWESOME.

Blarg and other truths

So I haven't written.

I'd apologize but I'm sure that's getting old.

So how are you? How've you been? Is that a new hair cut? Hmm? Looks nice.

Just thought I'd pop in and share an anecdote. I've been feeling the urge to, like, detox, expunge, purge, bleed out the chaos rattling around in my brain. I've literally felt like my brain is jammed. As if it's some old fangled timepiece and a spring got loose or tangled or gnawed on by a small creature or what ever it is that effs up the inside of some foreign strange mechanical thing I fail to completely comprehend.

I mean, we're not talking blue screen of death status but still, not completely functional.

ANYWAYS, in summation. My brain is clogged and I'm writing to unclog it; I'm using you. Sorry about that, but it's the way it's got to be.

SO, anecdotes. Now that I'm actually writing this out I'm failing to remember what I was going to mention. Okay so that's a lie. I do remember. I was going to tell you about this EPIC park my friends and I found today. How I had to get up before 7:30 [something I haven't done voluntarily on a Saturday in I don't know HOW long] and walk through the rain to get on a bus to this adorable little town with this epic castle like park. But now? Now I'm not going to.

Well if we're being perfectly honest [for which I can only attest to my own honesty because we all know you're imaginary and imaginary beings have been known to lie like rugs if the mood strikes (this is where you infer that I did NaNoWriMo last November and had quite a few of my characters pull quite a few fast ones)... I don't even remember where I was... all this bracketing nonsense has gotten me lost... oh, honesty. Right.] my brain is still rebelling from the late night/early morning and can't quite summon the giddy emotions that coursed through me before I sat down to, well, write.

But then what can I write about? I think I've done well so far writing about writing about nothing. But, although I could prolly go on like this forever, I doubt you'd be entertained.

And no matter how much I belittle your existence or lack thereof, I do like you guys. I mean in my head? You're awesome. So no more writing about nothing.

I've just realized how ridiculously long it's been since I've updated so mayhaps I'll fill you in on what's been going down.

September: Did the whole college thing. Ate a lot of DC frozen yogurt. Attempted to eat an apple a day.

October: Dressed as Hannah Abbot for Halloween [Hufflepuff; marries Neville... need I say more?]. Volunteered at a small chilluns event. Read a lot of books about earth quakes. BOMBED my International Relations midterm.

November: WON my first ever NaNoWriMo. I think friends may have visited, and I believe I went home for Thanksgiving... but the whole month is a little hazy. My wrists hurt just thinking about it.

December: Survived my first ever College Level Finals, barely. Made friends with some girls in my dorm. Went home for winter break. Lost my 'Read 50 books in a year resolution' [got to 35]. Slept.

January: Resolved to read 50 books this year. Began regularly hanging out/eating with some girls from my dorm [take THAT socially awkward tendencies!]. Began looking for apartments for next year. [insert stress here]

Now it's February [my birthday month if you're at all curious] and I can't believe how fast this year is going. I mean honestly? I'm freaking out. I'm half in the process of about 20 different projects and things and responsibilities and blarg! *sigh

This is making me feel better though. I don't know why but it's so nice to put things down on "paper" and let it out you know?

Really with a little less facebook/fanfiction/neopets[oh did I mention I've become re-addicted?] time I can get a handle on this bundle of chaos I call my life and relax a bit, but my time management has always been a bit shoddy.

I really like this blogging. I need to do it more often. [and HOLY FRAKKIN GOD do I say "I" a lot] Maybe this isn't a good thing. Beginning a project solely devoted to you is slightly more than a little self centered. *sigh

That shall be my other resolve. To blog about the OUT THERE *points. The NOT ME-ness of the world.

Because I know you're not here to hear me blather on about how manically mashed and mangled my brainscape is at the mo'

BLEH.

This is so disorganized.

Very representative of my mental state.

I think I'll stop here.

Let you get on with your non-days.

ps. I've missed you