Ohhhh Boy....

I think that the title of this post easily sums up the last week of my life and especially last night. This week, over 17 hours in two days on one project for art class, quiz in German, and I was sick off my ass! But, I got better and decided to go out on Saturday night. Why not get wasted the night before National Singles Awareness Day? (Also known as Valentine's Day for those who actually have someone).

I was going to go to a house party but the dude's mom cancelled it so I was up in the air for a bit. Then everyone decided that they wanted to go to the 80s party. Off we went. How dumb was I...let me put it this way, I had over 2 full glasses of jungle juice and ALOT of beer!

I also ended up inside the actual frat house most of the time because it was warmer. At this point in time, let me point out that I never knew I was so attractive before in my life! There were so many guys wandering around and hitting on me that at first I was confused. I'm a virgin and I don't know how to handle attention. I bet frat guys can just sense virgin... I struck up alot of conversations around the keg whilst getting lots of drinks for my friends and met Kevin, Brian, James...oh the list goes on. Then I made my way outside and came in second place in a chugging contest. Wunderbas. Without spilling either!

So, I am very obviously drunk by now, and still I decide to get more beer. Well, unfortunately the kegger in the house was empty. But, this was quite possibly a fortuitous twist of fate because I re-met Brian. Yea, we forgot each other's names. Multiple times... But we stood by the empty keg for over 20 minutes just chatting it up and then we realized that I was a girl and could easily get beer for us outside. This was after of course he gave me his beer, I made a joke about rufies and he switched back and asked if that ever actually happened. Slightly sketchy. We talked some more, and then I remembered that I needed to give a guy his beer. So I wandered off to my friends.

And this guy and I started hooking up, FACE PALM! Anyway, it was all fine and dandy until he started getting wayyyy too physical and I was having trouble fighting back and he kept on pushing and I kept on fighting. People were walking past and they didn't realize what was going on and I didn't want to scream yet because he hadn't gone too far yet and I didn't want to break up the party. Luckily, Brian walked past and actually realized what was going on and pulled the guy off of me. Thankyou!!! And then I went inside with Brian and we just chilled for a bit after what had happened. He definitely tried to kiss me goodbye but I already felt like a whore and I didn't want to have more than one guy on my wall of shame for the night. So my friends once more dragged me off so that I didn't end up in a guys bed and I have no idea if I'll ever see Brian again.

If I ever do see him again, uh oh, is all I'm going to say. Oh, and did I mention that I'm still going to try to go after one of my school's baseball players? I figure the worst that happens is that he doesn't like me. I will try to be as classy as possible though! ;)

More later! Hopefully I don't party next weekend though...

Sold for Haiti and then to the Frat

So, my best friends couldn't make it this weekend, so the concert was out. I heard from everyone who went that it was amazing, but I wasn't there so that info means nothing to me. Instead of going to a concert I was sold to the highest bidder.

That's right, my school had a date auction in which they basically sold all of us off and the proceeds go to charity. Since it only took place last night, I'm still pretty embarassed by the fact that I got down on stage...sigh. I haven't heard from the kid who bought me yet, but apparentyl he really likes badminton? Boys and there shuttlcocks.

Oh, speaking of boys and their, err, anyways. On Thursday I ran into a friend that I haven't seen in a while and she invited me to eat with some of her friends. We spent a couple of hours all chilling and talking and then we went bowling. Yup. I was sadly one of the better bowlers there. But that's not the point of this story. The point of this story is that most of the guys we went bowling with were drunk off of their asses. So drunk, that after the bowling alley closed one of them decided to climb the giant bowling pins that the alley had out front. He danced on top of it and called the guys who couldn't make it, "weak individuals." After the giant pin, he thought that an even better idea would be the sign that arches out over the road. He did good all the way up to the top, and then he fell off!!! He slammed into the ground so hard that I screamed and we all ran over to him. He could still walk and move but I'm sure that it was all swollen like hell the next day. He fell almost two stories off of that sign!

Back to yesterdays exploits, after we were all auctioned off we all exchanged our information and said our goodbyes. My guy is kinda cute ;). Moving on. My friend's date asked her to go out last night and she brought me along. We arrived early to his frat party because he had to do something. Two girls, one of whom was taken, and over twenty guys who had already started drinking. Not the best idea I've ever had. An even worse idea was to start taking shots. Lots of shots. In about an hour. Without having eaten all day. I am so dumb. I stopped at around seven shots or so. By then a lot of other girls had arrived and the party was pumping. Is it mean to say that most of those girls definitely go to those parties to get laid by drunk men? Yes, but true! I was one of the only ones who wasn't rubbing myself all over a guy, and apparently that's attractive? I don't get out much.

There were so many guys who wouldn't let me pass and kept getting in my way when I was trying to get outside to the quiet. I tried out back, but there were people out there too. Especially one guy who was extremely attractive! But every time he was too near to me he would leave the room? I have no idea what he was all about. Since it was too loud out back I went out front and did that shady thing where you hang by the garage and just watch people enter and leave the house. I could feel myself getting drunker and drunker as the alcohol entered my blood stream. I proceeded to move to the front porch. Yes, there were frat guys there, but there were also sober frat guys there. They let me sit on the porch and they started talking to me. We were all getting along pretty well and I had to figure out how drunk I sounded or acted. They said I was doing really well. Believe them? Well, I do remember the night though, so obviously it wasn't too bad. But my world was spinning and I couldn't stand very well. Oh, me. Then, that guy who had been avoiding me all night came outside to pee and some comments were made by the other guys about his penis, and he tried to show it to me to prove that they were wrong...awkward. But, I think I was complimented later when these other girls who were really drunk as well kept trying to come outside to talk to the guys I was talking to were made to go back inside by the guys. Teehee. Such an attractive frat. My friends date told me I should have picked one of the guys out. He said I could have had any one of them. Maybe next time. I really did like the guy who was outside with me. And then my friend took me home because I was having trouble standing. In my defense we were in mud and I was in heels so every time I got my heels dug in my feet starting getting sucked in.

Perhaps at the next party I attend I will have cajones and actually go after one of the guys? Now that will be an interesting post! Hopefully the one after my birthday will be fun too.

Well, that's all for now. All I have today is working on my art project and then maybe going out, but I have to be back early because I have an interview tomorrow at 8a.m. It is Saturday though, and I don't get hangovers....NO! Be good.

Oh yea, my roommate smoked in our room and then she left the bowl outside the window. Really? Does she want us to get into a shit-load of trouble?

Cuts, concerts, and sportsfest

Ahhhh! Okay, I all ready wrote my first paper of the semester and I'm feeling pretty good about myself-mentally. Physically I'm on a diet and I've started working out again. I may never be able to do competitive swimming the same way I did (right...), bur hopefully I can get back in shape. Everyone keeps yelling at me about how I look fine. But, I don't want to look fine, I want to look so good that when I walk into a room people stop and stare-in the good way.

Well, my art class is moving along just fine. Even if my professor was upset because no one from his class worked on their project over the weekend. I wasn't even in town! I went home with my best friend here at college and we had an awesomely relaxing weekend.

I still haven't heard from the office about my job applications, but it's only been one day past the weekend. Patience, child, patience.

Everyone on the floor has signed up for what they want to do at sportsfest-a comptetition where all the floors compete in different athletic events. I think I may have signed up for the most-darts, swimming, running, obstacle course, wolleyball, horseshoes, and I think that's it.

What else...my acting professor is making everyone do a presentation-without words-in which we tell a story about ourselves. What am I going to do? How am I going to tell a story about myself? What story am I even going to tell? Grr... to random projects.

Speaking of random events, I have obtained sooooo many scratches and abrasions from working with wood for art. (Ha ha, a girl working with wood, so funny) I've been sanding it down piece by piece and cutting out the curved shapes to fit together to make my sculpture. My professor loves it alot and keeps commenting about how good it will be. I don't know though, so much time and so many injuries are going into it that I almost want to cry. Almost, but not yet. When I lose a finger though, there will definitely be tears!

Best of all, my birthday is this weekend! So is the superbowl, but I don't care! My parents are coming the day before to avoid all the traffic related to it. Oi vey. And hopefully my best friends from home come on friday so we can go to the concert on the beach that is absolutely free! How could anyone skip a free concert? But if they don't come, I don't think that I'm going to go because it would just be me and two couples. Can anyone say awkward? Good.

2 weeks in and already up to my old games!

I only arrived back on campus two weeks ago and already my schedule is overflowing and I've done so many dumb things that I want to cry (or laugh)! Unpacking and getting ready for the first day of classes passed as it does for everyone else-slowly.

The first day passed relatively slowly except for the part where my discussion group in criminology is a bunch of jocks and me, and apparently I always have the answer...right... On the second day though, the fun started. I walked into German and sat down behind my roommate, two seconds the professor walked in and started spewing German, without any English intermixed. He danced around the room and started shaking everyones' hands and having us say "guten morgen" back to him. Then he started to show a slideshow with his face pasted all over the place with unicorns, hearts, and snow-piles. Then he stood on his chair and bent over to type on his keyboard. After we all got over our fits of laughter he started to talk in English and class actually started.

My next class was lots of fun too. It's an art class in which we actually build things. Our first project is with wood and my design involves lots of round cuts. I count my fingers every time I leave the classroom.

Finally, my last class of the second day is acting. Let's just say that I hope I never have to pick my nose in public again!

We all know how expensive books are and that you need them almost immediately, so I punctually bought my textbook with online workbook...except that I didn't have the damned online workbook attached! I had to run all the way across campus and give them back the book and wait for a new one-what a hassle! Did I mention that the text book cost over $200.00? Well, now I did.

Now, moving on to more fun stuff...*lie...I hate applying for anything and having to go out of my way to do anything!!! I'm a lazy ass teenager! Anyway, I realize that college costs way too much, enough that I'm surprised the banks don't just ask us for our firstborn. Moving on, I am applying to be an RA or an AF, those people who live in the dorms and assist other students and whatnot. Hopefully I get the job as either because I will otherwise have to pay for my housing and meal plan...and I do believe that I will be rather attached to my firstborn before it is given away.... Speaking of paying for college, FAFSA! Everyone's favorite, right? It's not so bad really, once you have all the materials nearby, but, uh, the questions they ask are so strange that I never know the answer. And, what in the hell is an 'Income Dividend?' Who knows these days.

On to actually fun part of my life-the social side! Yea! I went to the opera last weekend. "Lucia di Lammermor." It was so beautiful that it brought tears to my eyes. I was unaware that I was such a sap! But, the singing was so gorgeous, especially the duet with the flute. Everyone was dressed up in their finest and the rich people were judging to their best. The acting wasn't the best, but I'm here for positives, not negatives. Let's leave it at the fact that I am now an opera fan for life!

For a strange twist, I was trying to diet away my Christmas fat and all I was doing was stagnating at the same weight. Then, someone told me that if you tell your body that you're dying it just stores up food and it is harder to lose weight. So, I said farewell to the diet and hello to my fat. Wouldn't you know that now I have already lost the few extra pounds and my stomache is once more flat! Hoorah!

My weight loss may also be due to the fact that I joined my school's salsa club. Word of advice to all those who want to join-don't have weak partners! They make it so hard to dance because you want to follow the moves but they don't know what they're doing, so your stuck looking dumb. It's been great fun, too! Except for that one partner who wouldn't stop trying to look into my eyes....Can I get a "creepy?" Oh, and also except for the time the instructor used me to show the males what not to do and kept throwing me into the middle of the circle and then drawing me back. Then, to show them what they were actually supposed to do he over-exagerated the move and I ended up being jerked around like a rag doll.

Later, the club started a dance that goes around in a ring, but I was busy paying my dues. My friend grabbed me as I was walking by and threw me into the circle. I had no idea what was going on and just kept getting spun around and around and then thrown from partner to partner! Finally I ended up with the instructor who was calling out instructions and I started to get what was going on, but then he spun me when my hand was in the air and I may or may not have accidentally punched him in the face. I apologized and he yelled out "switch partners!" Oops. But the next guy I danced with was very nice and got me my membership card because "I was beautiful." Oh, flattery, thou art my finest friend.

I seem to be having the worst luck lately as well. The other day I walked into my room right after my shower and thought that the door was locked. Well, I'll never make that mistake again. My friend's ex-boyfriend came by to drop off stuff to give his ex because my roommate had become their intermediary for transferring their things. He walked in and as I screamed, "Wait! I'm naked!" His head popped in and then he screamed "O!" threw the stuff into the room and walked out. After having seen me...The next few times I saw him were a little awkward.

Then, this morning as I stepped out of the shower and threw my towel around myself, the fire alarm went off. The four of us in the shower made some explicit exclamations and grabbed some jackets and went downstairs. For twenty-five minutes we stood outside in our towels with the rest of the people who had just woken up. Ah, the glory of the morning shone brightly on us as we kept readjusting our towels. At around 7:40 they let those of us with towels head into the building and catch the elevators first. How sweet of the staff. Needless to say, I was a little late to my 8 am. And, I am considering the possibility that showering seems to be a bad idea for me these days.

I wonder what tomorrow's shower will bring. Hopefully just a clean body?

A-'s Count Less Than A's

Though I don't have any tales to really regale myself with, there is one thing that came up. For some reason, A-'s count for less than A's. That means that my GPA is only 3.880 instead of a 4.0. And for some horribly dreadful reason there are no A+'s to bring up my GPA. I believe this should count as an epic fail on behalf of the University which I attend.

I think I will enhance this blog with stories of my life as well, especially since my life is part of my college life.

I have been at home now for almost a month and the strain of my home life has started to become too much and my family is once more falling apart. My mother takes her past life out on me and tells me things such as how horrible I am, full of bullshit, liar, selfish, etc. I think my point was made. And, best of all, she expects me to sit there and listen to her tell me how disgusting I am without allowing me to respond or take any action. Then my stepfather adds to the mix by screaming at me to do my duties and clean their home and make them dinner, and let my mother rest since she has had such a hard day at work. Did I mention that her job is basically pencil pushing? And he's disabled and stays at home all the time, sitting around finding things that I do that are wrong. To add to the mix, his 40ish year old son is staying here because his wife was cheating on him and he wanted to escape.

As this mix of wonderfullness boils down I have to stay here and play maid. I suppose I could leave since I am over eighteen, but where would I go? I could go to my brother and father's, but that would involve leaving my bird here with them...not going to happen since my bird is bonded to me, even though my mother keeps trying to steal him away. Why did I have to be born such an animal lover? No one else I know is so empathetic towards animals. Yes, I'm a vegetarian, and I can't even identify why. It's just that every time I eat animal/fish flesh, my entire soul seems to recoil. I even find spiders cute. What a deplorable way to be in this modern world.
Anyway, as the problems at home threaten to explode I cross my fingers and I hope that I make it back to college before anything worse happens. A few days ago I even tried to party away my problems. I should have known that wouldn't work because my problems were still there the next day. Now I'm dieting away my problems because that takes my mind off of life here. Even though I ruined my diet a bit by going to the cheesecake factory tonight with my friends and eating a slice of cheesecake and a mocha espresso drink...oi vey. I suppose that a six-mile fast walk with my father will get some fat and anger out.
But there are bigger problem in this world than my stupid family issues. Maybe if I tried to solve some of the world's problems I could escape my own? Somehow I feel that I am incompetent for that job, but I can always try! Wow, what a fresh idea! A college student trying to save the world! But I'm not going to do it the way every other person in the world seems to want to! I'm not going to support bogus political candidates and policies and parade around acting like fake problems have real solutions (cough, cough, global warming). Who knows what I can do, perhaps for now just being alive is enough...I'll have to wait and see I suppose. Any solutions non-readers?