Skyping with my younger sister is absolutely fantastic. We can talk for hours about nothing and everything. We share music, Youtube videos, funny pictures, and gossip. We complain to each other, poke fun, and make faces.
We've always been close (we're only 18 months apart), and I'm gad that we've been able to maintain and even strengthen our relationship. I can't even express how excited I am to go home for spring break and snuggle on the couch watching really bad good TV with her and play jokes on our mom and brother together.
And above everything else, I am so excited for Molly to go to college next year. Northeastern University, whaddup Huskies! We discussed when I would visit, the pros and cons of college apartments, and bemoaned the fact that she'll only get one real summer break. (No more snuggle buddy! Sadface!)
I counted down after last night's Skype session: 24 days until I'm home. Can't wait!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Things I Hate (at the moment)
1. Microsoft Office. You suck. You are confusing, and not user-friendly, and you get worse with each new edition.
2. EVERY CONGRESSMAN WHO VOTED TO CUT FUNDING FOR PLANNED PARENTHOOD. Please get off the crack pipe. Planned Parenthood is the only healthcare provider for a lot of women in this country. You are halting all the progress that this country has made in terms of reproductive and sexual health. The population is going to explode, and its not because there will be less abortions, but because women will not have access to contraceptives or information. The majority of you are wrinkly old grumpy men and Planned Parenthood DOES NOT AFFECT YOU. YOU SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO MAKE DECISIONS AND LAWS THAT WILL NEVER AFFECT YOU. I AM DISGUSTED BY YOUR IDEALS AND ACTIONS. (And how does cutting funding for Planned Parenthood fix ANY of the problems that the country is going through now? IT DOESN'T, ASSHOLES.)
3. The weather. You fair weather friend, you tricked me with your fair weather! On Friday night, I wore SHORTS to a party. And now there is 6 inches of snow on the ground. My spring fever is out of control, and I miss seeing the grass.
4. Facebook. You take too much of my time. Stop that.
5. Term papers. Go away. No one wants you.
I will try to be more upbeat in the next post. My mood is as black as a piece of coal currently, if you couldn't tell.
2. EVERY CONGRESSMAN WHO VOTED TO CUT FUNDING FOR PLANNED PARENTHOOD. Please get off the crack pipe. Planned Parenthood is the only healthcare provider for a lot of women in this country. You are halting all the progress that this country has made in terms of reproductive and sexual health. The population is going to explode, and its not because there will be less abortions, but because women will not have access to contraceptives or information. The majority of you are wrinkly old grumpy men and Planned Parenthood DOES NOT AFFECT YOU. YOU SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO MAKE DECISIONS AND LAWS THAT WILL NEVER AFFECT YOU. I AM DISGUSTED BY YOUR IDEALS AND ACTIONS. (And how does cutting funding for Planned Parenthood fix ANY of the problems that the country is going through now? IT DOESN'T, ASSHOLES.)
3. The weather. You fair weather friend, you tricked me with your fair weather! On Friday night, I wore SHORTS to a party. And now there is 6 inches of snow on the ground. My spring fever is out of control, and I miss seeing the grass.
4. Facebook. You take too much of my time. Stop that.
5. Term papers. Go away. No one wants you.
I will try to be more upbeat in the next post. My mood is as black as a piece of coal currently, if you couldn't tell.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Coffee is a double-edged blade...
Coffee, oh how I love thee... I love that you give me brainpower to work through these horrible post-labs, and that you taste and smell so damn good (French vanilla, yummy!).
I do have a bone to pick with you though. It is 2:37 AM. I should be beyond tired. But you, you work so well. I tried to go to sleep, and failed. So here I am, catching up on readings for environmental science. Awesome. I want to sleep, mentally, but physically am alert. And coffee, you did this. I am angry. Fuck you.
But all will be forgiven in the morning, when I rise like a zombie for my 9AM class, and realize that without you, I'd literally be failing out of school. Thank you.
I do have a bone to pick with you though. It is 2:37 AM. I should be beyond tired. But you, you work so well. I tried to go to sleep, and failed. So here I am, catching up on readings for environmental science. Awesome. I want to sleep, mentally, but physically am alert. And coffee, you did this. I am angry. Fuck you.
But all will be forgiven in the morning, when I rise like a zombie for my 9AM class, and realize that without you, I'd literally be failing out of school. Thank you.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Why I Hate the People in my Building
People look at me with judgement when I tell them that I do not get along with the other residents of my building. But I think I have a few very good reasons as to why I do NOT get along with these people. AT ALL.
Case in point: Last night. I about murdered someone.
I got back from my night out around 1:15. I had my cousin and her friend in tow (they visited me this weekend). We got ready for bed, and were all sound asleep instantly.
I was shaken awake around 2:45 by my cousin's friend. The fire alarm was going off. We packed up and went outside, grumbling. The alarm turned off, and we trudged back inside, and got back into bed. INSTANTLY the alarm went off again. I used several choice words as I hauled myself out of bed again. The alarm turned off halfway down the stairs, and I turned RIGHT around and headed back to bed. Unfortunately, the girls in my hall did not do the same. They sat outside their rooms, gossiping and laughing. Sorority girls, drunk off their asses from fraternity Valentine's pledge parties, tromped up and down the halls, in and out of the bathrooms, slamming doors behind them. I wanted to HIT them. It was 3:30 in the fucking morning. GO TO SLEEP.
Then we heard someone say "The light is still flashing. Should we go outside?" My cousin's friend nervously sat up and wondered the same thing. My roommate, still a little drunk, grumbled at her to go back to sleep.
And then, there was a knock at the door.
Oh God, WHY ME?!
The RA had come to tell me that there had actually been a fire in the building, and we were being displaced to Schultz until further notice.
FUCKING BITCHES, WHO LIT A FIRE? I HATE YOU.
Again, pack up, grumble, trudge outside. Walk through snow and ice to Schultz. Find a dark corner and curl up. Try to ignore the drunk sorority girls, try to restrain myself from beating up the girl who decided to sing, and try not to give death stares to the boys who are "exploring". It is 3:45 AM. I am not a happy camper.
The AC asks us to be quiet, and then tells us what happened.
Basically, a drunk asshole decided that it would be hilarious to pull the fire extinguisher on ground floor Walker. (BTW, Walker is connected to Brooks and Walker Annex. 3 dorms in 1. Approximately 400 people). The extinguisher released a thick, fire extinguishing dust, full of fine particles that set off the alarm. Once the building alarms in one hallway, the whole building alarms. The dust looks like smoke, and people thought it was an actual fire. Housekeeping had to clean it all up to stop the alarms from alarming. Someone was facing federal felony charges and expulsion.
I WANT TO KILL THIS PERSON. WHO THINKS THAT IS A GOOD IDEA? I HATE THAT DUMB ASSHOLE.
And although this was only limited to one, maybe two people in the building, my hatred continues to grow for my building-mates. I am tired and cranky and grumpy and hope that someone seeks revenge. And the gaggle of girls giggling loudly outside my door now is not helping.
It's probably best for the safety of everybody else if I just isolate myself for a little bit. I am still not a happy college student. At. All.
Case in point: Last night. I about murdered someone.
I got back from my night out around 1:15. I had my cousin and her friend in tow (they visited me this weekend). We got ready for bed, and were all sound asleep instantly.
I was shaken awake around 2:45 by my cousin's friend. The fire alarm was going off. We packed up and went outside, grumbling. The alarm turned off, and we trudged back inside, and got back into bed. INSTANTLY the alarm went off again. I used several choice words as I hauled myself out of bed again. The alarm turned off halfway down the stairs, and I turned RIGHT around and headed back to bed. Unfortunately, the girls in my hall did not do the same. They sat outside their rooms, gossiping and laughing. Sorority girls, drunk off their asses from fraternity Valentine's pledge parties, tromped up and down the halls, in and out of the bathrooms, slamming doors behind them. I wanted to HIT them. It was 3:30 in the fucking morning. GO TO SLEEP.
Then we heard someone say "The light is still flashing. Should we go outside?" My cousin's friend nervously sat up and wondered the same thing. My roommate, still a little drunk, grumbled at her to go back to sleep.
And then, there was a knock at the door.
Oh God, WHY ME?!
The RA had come to tell me that there had actually been a fire in the building, and we were being displaced to Schultz until further notice.
FUCKING BITCHES, WHO LIT A FIRE? I HATE YOU.
Again, pack up, grumble, trudge outside. Walk through snow and ice to Schultz. Find a dark corner and curl up. Try to ignore the drunk sorority girls, try to restrain myself from beating up the girl who decided to sing, and try not to give death stares to the boys who are "exploring". It is 3:45 AM. I am not a happy camper.
The AC asks us to be quiet, and then tells us what happened.
Basically, a drunk asshole decided that it would be hilarious to pull the fire extinguisher on ground floor Walker. (BTW, Walker is connected to Brooks and Walker Annex. 3 dorms in 1. Approximately 400 people). The extinguisher released a thick, fire extinguishing dust, full of fine particles that set off the alarm. Once the building alarms in one hallway, the whole building alarms. The dust looks like smoke, and people thought it was an actual fire. Housekeeping had to clean it all up to stop the alarms from alarming. Someone was facing federal felony charges and expulsion.
I WANT TO KILL THIS PERSON. WHO THINKS THAT IS A GOOD IDEA? I HATE THAT DUMB ASSHOLE.
And although this was only limited to one, maybe two people in the building, my hatred continues to grow for my building-mates. I am tired and cranky and grumpy and hope that someone seeks revenge. And the gaggle of girls giggling loudly outside my door now is not helping.
It's probably best for the safety of everybody else if I just isolate myself for a little bit. I am still not a happy college student. At. All.
Friday, February 11, 2011
A Weekend Without 265?
This weekend marks maybe the 4th weekend of the entire year where there has not been a party at 265.
I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.
(For those who don't know, 265 is the Women's Rugby House. I go there every weekend, and for the past 2 weekends, I've just slept there instead of going home. Everybody cool hangs out at 265 and everybody cool says so.)
The pressure is on to find a place to party because I have 2 high schoolers staying with me Saturday night. My cousin is bringing her friend who is interested in coming to Allegheny, and I really want to make sure that they have a good time...
Bruce and Darling, the unanimously elected Social Chair/Song Leaders and the residents of 265, do a fantastic job at hosting parties, celebrations, and various other festivities. Weekends without them are bleak at best. I anxiously await next weekend, and can hope that something interesting pops up this weekend.
For now though, I guess I should clean my room.
I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.
(For those who don't know, 265 is the Women's Rugby House. I go there every weekend, and for the past 2 weekends, I've just slept there instead of going home. Everybody cool hangs out at 265 and everybody cool says so.)
The pressure is on to find a place to party because I have 2 high schoolers staying with me Saturday night. My cousin is bringing her friend who is interested in coming to Allegheny, and I really want to make sure that they have a good time...
Bruce and Darling, the unanimously elected Social Chair/Song Leaders and the residents of 265, do a fantastic job at hosting parties, celebrations, and various other festivities. Weekends without them are bleak at best. I anxiously await next weekend, and can hope that something interesting pops up this weekend.
For now though, I guess I should clean my room.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Mid-Winter Slump
It's the 2nd week of February, and I'm starting to feel the mid-winter slump. I feel like I'll never see the grass again, and that the temperature will never rise above 20. The classes are starting to wear me down, and my room is trashed. The roomie and I are too lazy or tired or worn to clean it up.
I keep telling myself that it can only get BETTER from here. Spring has to come at some point, the room will be clean again because there are prospies staying here this weekend, and if I work at it, classes will become easier.
It's just going to be a very long month.
I keep telling myself that it can only get BETTER from here. Spring has to come at some point, the room will be clean again because there are prospies staying here this weekend, and if I work at it, classes will become easier.
It's just going to be a very long month.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
I Just Don't Know
I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry. I don't know why you're upset, but I'm sorry. I don't know why I am sick over it, but I'm sorry. I know why I was mean, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that you aren't sorry too.
I'm sorry that you aren't sorry too.
Friday, February 4, 2011
The Snooze Button
Damn the snooze button for being so close to the Alarm Power button on my alarm clock.
When my alarm went off at 7:55 AM today, I swatted it in my half-conscious state, thus allowing myself 10 more minutes of glorious sleep.
The alarm did not go off 10 minutes later. It did not go off at all. My roommate awoke in a panic at 10:20 AM, saying "OH SHIT I slept through computer science!" Instantly, I was awake, and sitting up in bed. I had slept through Chemistry and the beginning of Environmental Science. Oh. Shit.
I had meant to ask questions on the Chemistry post-lab in class today, and I had to turn in an assignment for Environmental Science. Needless to say, I was upset.
I rushed to get ready, and ran to Carr Hall to wait outside for my Environmental Science professor. I ran in as the class ended, and he looked surprised to see me. I just said that I missed my alarm in the morning, and then apologized profusely as I handed him my paper. I was worried for his reaction, but he relaxed and said, "Hey, don't worry about it! I once slept through a German final in college because my alarm didn't go off!" And then he smiled at me, and I felt a little less awful.
The day has been looking up since, and guilt is no longer gnawing at me. Now I can relax, finish that damn post-lab, and get ready for my birthday party tonight! And I can cross my fingers that this NEVER HAPPENS EVER AGAIN.
When my alarm went off at 7:55 AM today, I swatted it in my half-conscious state, thus allowing myself 10 more minutes of glorious sleep.
The alarm did not go off 10 minutes later. It did not go off at all. My roommate awoke in a panic at 10:20 AM, saying "OH SHIT I slept through computer science!" Instantly, I was awake, and sitting up in bed. I had slept through Chemistry and the beginning of Environmental Science. Oh. Shit.
I had meant to ask questions on the Chemistry post-lab in class today, and I had to turn in an assignment for Environmental Science. Needless to say, I was upset.
I rushed to get ready, and ran to Carr Hall to wait outside for my Environmental Science professor. I ran in as the class ended, and he looked surprised to see me. I just said that I missed my alarm in the morning, and then apologized profusely as I handed him my paper. I was worried for his reaction, but he relaxed and said, "Hey, don't worry about it! I once slept through a German final in college because my alarm didn't go off!" And then he smiled at me, and I felt a little less awful.
The day has been looking up since, and guilt is no longer gnawing at me. Now I can relax, finish that damn post-lab, and get ready for my birthday party tonight! And I can cross my fingers that this NEVER HAPPENS EVER AGAIN.
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