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

College Day 1

Hi. *sheepish wave*

So last week was welcome week, and rather than go into the nitty gritty of the awesome, the odd, and the average I'll just bullet point the highlights.

-Move in went swimmingly [even if my mom did cry like a cliche] and my room layout works much better than expected [which is, you know, cool]

-Met the Roomies, and so far no axes have been found peaking out from behind bedspreads so I think we'll get along fine.

-I'm in an all girls building, which makes community meetings fun and means I have found a group of gals to watch Glee with! :D

-The Band. It's epic. Nuf'said

-My foot/pinkie toe fought a bush. and lost.

- Free stuff. [and fliers! oh so many fliers!]

-Schedule meltdown crazy panic and angryness....

-Massive relief when the magic pixie schedule faeries worked miracles

- ICE CREAM... so. much. ice cream.

- and Oddly enough biking is, like, hard.

And then there was today, the first day of classes and official start of fall quarter. As it is only 8:43 I've only been to one class so far. That being said, it's freaking 8:43 and I've already been to my first class! how cruel is that??? But I will admit it does seem like it will be interesting. Though on my way to said class I realized a very startling truth. One I believe all should be privileged to learn. So here you are my dear ones, learn from my pain. I beg you! Someone should.

So, let's say that you've been at your new campus for a few days and seeing as, technically, they are your last days of "summer" you act accordingly and sleep in. And let's also say that once you do roll yourself out of that wonderful cocoon of slumber you find that outside? Freakin Hot. So you dress in weather appropriate attire, shorts flip flops [note while riding a bike near bushes... maybe not so smart] etc. Then lets say it's your first day of classes and your first class starts at the ungodly hour of 7:30 am. Seeing as it is your first day of class, and you spent the night before loving on [read: sending sharks to] your friends over facebook chat the night before rather than showering, you shower that morning. But really, since we all know you're not exactly a morning person you didn't get the start you needed to shower in time to eat breakfast too. So after showering you heat yourself up some ez mac in your handy microwave. And here my dear gremlin like mind spasms, is where you get tip # 1. Eat Carefully. Because if you don't, you might just spill some delicious ez mac cheese on your clean first day of school t-shirt. Not so smooth. [Now pay close attention:] Then the time, that time right there, where you grab a new, ez mac cheese free shirt rather than a sweater. That time is time you will wish, in approximately 2-3 minutes, that you could do-over. Because what you do not realize in that moment when your [albeit very small] inner neat freak berates you for spilling on a perfectly clean shirt you've only worn for 5 minutes, is that outside, it's cold. Not only is the outside cold, you will be venturing out into said cold with nothing more than a t-shirt and shorts. Not only that but you will be biking [and quickly because your nervous you might be late to your very first class on your very first day of your very first year of college] and remember that bit where I showered in the morning? yeah that didn't help. So picture this [infer approaching of tip #2] A] T-shirt and shorts [though thankfully in sneakers rather than flip flops] B] Wet hair C] Speeding bike D] Freaking cold morning.

Not. Fun.

So I spent most of my pre-class mental prep time glaring in envy at those strange creatures who seemed comfortable and even at home at such a grotesque hour around me smart enough to wear pants and jackets, while swerving my bike close to bus exhaust fumes in a pathetic attempt to absorb any sort of heat available. In summary, Tip #2: Check the weather BEFORE leaving dressed in clothing that provide no hope of warmth.

So that's basically how my morning has gone. The class went well, we just went over the syllabus, and it seems like it will be interesting.

I hope you all are making smarter decisions than me today!

<3

The Shadow People

Okay, so today I moved in to college. Car full of crap, embarrassing parent goodbyes, awkward roommate introductions and all :]

So far so good really. It wasn't as bad as I feared it would be. The roommates aren't too bad and the room is bigger than I expected. So overall pretty good.

BUT the one crazy thing is that in our building [and I would guess all the buildings] there are random paintings on the walls. Hey! Random paintings don't sound too bad! I hear you utter. No. They're not all bad... just- creepy. Well they're not all creepy either... just- different. We've got paintings for all levels of creepiness. First there are the "shadow girls." Which are, as you would imagine, black shadow silhouettes of girls in random poses. Holding lights. Catching [totally non-shadow, full color] butterflies. Doing handstands.... I told you CREEPY. Then there is the, slightly less creepy angel lady on the first floor. She's just, you know, an angel lady surrounded by, angelness, blue angelness to be exact. The only other full color "person" is the Statue of Liberty up on the third floor, who really isn't too terribly creepy but does get some random points. Then there are the animals, we already mentioned the butterflies, but in addition to the butterflies there's a frog, a duck some ladybugs and the AWESOME second floor ostrich peaking it's little ostrich head/body around a full length mirror. Then The only really non creepy artwork title goes to the sunflowers found on each floor. To be honest, the shadow people really creep me out. But we named the one by our dorm Norma... or Noreen... I'm not exactly sure, but giving her such a silly name makes her seem much less likely to sneak into our room and steal our souls in the dark of night.

The only other oddity I've found so far is that our bedroom light likes to wait a good 2-3 minutes before turning on, which is uber fun. :]

Well I'm off to attempt to socialize? or maybe just sneak some of my chocolate stash. Hope you all are having fun, non shadow people haunted lives!

<3

Days until classes Start: 4

Freaking Out [aka the over use of brackets]

Okay so I'm starting to freak out. Not to say that I haven't been freaking out before now. It's just that up until, well, now it was much easier to brush off and put to the back of my mind... but now with my walls looking like the crime scene of a hokey museum robbery and my beloved Harry crushed beneath my pre-loved history text[s] it's getting a little difficult.

I mean, really, I have nothing to being freaking out over. All of my friends who've gone off seem to be doing fine. [and by fine you can infer that, to my knowledge, they have yet to become brain craving zombies.]

But this is me we're talking about. The girl who made her mom wait in the car with her in the fourth grade to make sure the other kids we're dressed up for dress up day too. The girl who has [already] double and triple checked her schedule/class locations/professor ratings. And yes, the very girl who's OCD becomes jittery when she can't think of a clever third "the girl who" to add the perfect finish to her pathetic attempt at parallelism. [and who realizes the second she hits "publish post" she will think of a thousand examples of her ridiculous and unnecessary freak out moments.]

So, as I said. I'm freaking out. My limbs course with nervous energy while my racing thoughts jumble and confuse any attempt at organizing the piles of crap I call my "college necessities."

*sigh

I need a cookie.

Okay, enough whining. Alex man up.

So. Today, I got no packing done. Okay I lied. I did sort all of my [rarely utilized] make-up! But other than that? Nada.

Yesterday, in comparison, was wildly productive. Even in spite of my [before now antisocial] cat's new found love/obsession of/with me I managed to pack up all of my clothing [which in hindsight was kinda dumb seeing as I still have to wear clothes for the next few days...], shoes [there were a lot of them], posters [which were technically already packed but I say still count towards the days productivity level] and [prepare to be proud] my books. Which, anticlimactically, didn't turn out to be as tough as I had feared. I just found myself in a great mood and ploughed right through. So here it is! The moment none have you care about let alone have been waiting for *pathetic and unenthusiastic drum roll ending in a puttering 'Ta-da"* My Books-that-I-liked-enough-to-shove-in-a-box-and-make-my-cousin-carry-up-stairs-so-i-can-look-at-them-on-my-shelf-at-college list!!!

-Harry Potter [1-7]

-Tricksters Choice/Queen

[which while large are staying whether there is room for them or not]

-Fat Kid Rules the World

-Chain Letter

[both of which are small so no worries]

-Canterbury Tales

-Much Ado About Nothing

- The Red Badge of Courage

[okay I admit it they're coming to make me look intelligent. BUT I also do want to read them. and as a bonus they were [all together] only a dollar at the swap meet]

-Slaughter House 5

-Paper Towns

-The Phantom Toll Booth

-The Kite Runner

PLUS all of my text books... add that all together and that is one box you will most definitely not find me carrying. [unless of course there's a fire. If so that will be the first thing I grab.]

I apologize for the rambley helter-skelter nature of this blog. The nervous [and very hungry] energy wouldn't let me sleep so I hope venting this way will help deflate my brain minions and grant me a few hours of rest.

Okay Izzie [mah kitteh] is giving me the 'tiem to sleep hoomin' eyes, and she's the one with the claws so, Night! [morning]

Days 'Til I leave for College: 1

[^Why I'm freaking out]