Back From Canada

I'm baaaaack! I got back from Canada Sunday and I'm already wishing I didn't have to come back. I think I had one of the best times of my life there. It was so much fun, I experienced so many new things and met some amazing people. It was just an all around fantastic time.

Unfortunately, the downside to having so much fun and being so busy was that I couldn't update my blog at all. I started out with the best of intentions but that fizzled quickly once I realized I had zero time to do any of it. On the up side, I socialized, drank, worked...HARD, partied harder, made out, networked, chilled, and so much more. I'm still in awe of how great this trip was.

Instead of giving an entire rundown of everything, I'll just reference a few of the highlights.

Highlight #1: The Light Show
The last night we were all in Ottawa, a handful of our group walked up to Parliament Hill to watch a light show they do every year using Center Block as the back drop. It was sad, but at the same time heartwarming because after the show it really hit us that we were all going home the next day and we took tons of pictures and everyone was hugging each other like crazy.

What still makes me laugh about that night though was the horsing around we did. At one point I got tackled by one of the guys somewhat unintentionally. We were all getting up from the lawn to leave, I was the first to stand up and as one of the guys started to get up I jokingly pushed him back on the ground and tried to jump out of grabbing distance. Before I could get away he jumped up, tried to trip me, but his foot got tangled up in my legs and we ended up falling to the ground at the same time with him on top of my back. I'm only 5'3'' and this guy was nearly 6' so the size difference made it a little uncomfortable but I was laughing so hard I barely even noticed.

After that, one of the other girls and I were debating on whether or not we could pick him up. That probably wasn't the best idea, consider he and I had been drinking so we were both a little wobbly. Of course, as we tried to pick him up, we dropped him/he fell backwards because his balance was shot and we had overestimated how strong we were. Luckily he wasn't that far off the ground at that point so we were all laughing about it as we helped him stand back up. It was definitely a good memory of our trip.

Highlight #2: Making Out.....!!!
Ah, I can't even begin to describe why this is one of the highlights because it says it all in the headline. So the story behind making out was, one of the girls in the program came out as Bi, which I didn't think anything of it because a lot of college girls are Bi until graduation.

Well, the first weekend we all hung out and drank, everybody got buzzed or a little drunk. We were all having a good time, and I noticed that the Bi girl got a little touchy-feely with me. At first I didn't realize it, everyone was either hugging or bumping into each other or had their arm around someone in a strictly friendly way, when I noticed she was really leaning into me quite a bit. So I thought to myself "Hmmm, this will be interesting to see how far she's really willing to push it." Once the evening began to wind down, we were sitting on a couch talking and she had laid her head on my shoulder, and I absently started playing with her hand and intertwining our fingers together and I noticed she didn't pull away. After that it was pretty relaxed and we just cuddled the rest of the night until I fell asleep with my head in her lap listening to her talk.

I know what you're thinking, where does the making out come in? I'll get to that I promise.

For the next couple of days, I noticed we really hadn't had the chance to hang out and honestly I wasn't too concerned, we were both just enjoying each others company. But eventually I caught on to the fact that she was keeping her distance because she expected me to chase her. She would come up to me and wrap her arms around me and the moment I would start to reciprocate she would pull away.

If you know me at all then you can probably guess my reaction to that. I flat out didn't bite. I don't play those kinds of games. If you like me, fine. If I like you, even better. But don't throw me intentionally mixed signals.

Being the queen of non-verbals that I am, in response, I looked at her, raised my eyebrow, rolled my eyes and walked away. I remember, because that's the look I give everyone when I'm tired of dealing with their shit. As the rest of the week went by I didn't give the situation much thought. When she gave me a hug, or tried to link her arm with mine I made sure not to react so that it was obvious to her, I wasn't interested.

Eventually, she flat out asked me why I didn't like her. And I was honest, I told her it wasn't that I didn't like her, it was that I had no intention of playing a game of cat and mouse with someone and ruining the last few weeks I was in Canada. I could tell she was thinking about what I said, but I didn't wait around for a response before I was off enjoying myself with a couple people from our group. That may sound cold, but I really was there to enjoy myself and not worry about that sort of thing.

The next weekend, a few of us had planned to go out to a bar and drink a bit and she asked if she could come along. We were of the opinion the more the merrier so she was welcome to join us. I had pretty much forgotten about the drunk cuddling by that point. Little did I know, the moment we were alone at the bar, she would hit me with the news that ever since we hung out that first weekend she really wanted to make out with me. And of course, me being the thoughtful, educated, witty person that I am, I came up with an appropriate response. I laughed. Naturally, I apologized for laughing, but I couldn't help it.

Think about it for a moment and put yourself in my shoes. Here was this pretty girl sitting next to me that I wasn't particularly interested in, who, after a couple weeks of throwing around mixed signals, decided to come on to me while she was drunk, after we had only cuddled previously, while also drunk. Coincidence? I didn't think so, and I told her as much.

She denied it, of course, and tried to reaffirm her bisexuality by telling me about girls she had been involved with. All of which I noticed were linked to nights she had been drinking heavily, so it really didn't help her case, in my opinion. After she finished, we had gone through a couple more drinks and I was pretty drunk and feeling a bit reckless so I decided to call her out. If she was so adamant about proving she was Bi to me, then why didn't we just make out?

Again, I know what you're thinking. How would making out drunk in a bar prove that she wasn't only interested in girls when she was drunk? Truthfully? It wouldn't, but I was drunk, and in the mood to make out with someone. She was attractive and available, and it sounded like a good way to prove what she was saying at the time. AndIwasjustreallyinthemoodtomakeout.

At first I didn't think she would go for it. She kind of looked at me then looked around at all of the other people in the bar, looked at me again and responded with, "Now? Here?" I shrugged my shoulders and asked, "Why not?" I watched her as she thought about it for a moment and then I saw her build up her resolve and say, "Okay."

I had every intention of starting the kiss out slow and giving her a chance to change her mind, because I wasn't going to push her into something she would be uncomfortable with. I leaned in slowly but before I had the chance to kiss her, she put her hand around the back of my neck and pulled me the rest of the way in for a surprisingly hot make out session. I don't know how long we made out for, but I remember my immediate thought once we came up for air was, "wow, that was better than I thought it was going to be." I will hand it to the girl, she definitely knew how to kiss.

After that, all it took was a look and a grin from her, for me to realize she was thinking the same thing, and we were back to making out again. The rest of the night progressed like that and we made out between whenever people would come back to the table. All in all it was a hell of a lot of fun, and definitely one of the highlights of my trip to Canada.

Oh Em Gee I'm Still Alive!

Wow, it has been a while since I've updated. I blame it on this past semester, things have been completely insane and honestly I'm glad it's over, but unfortunately my schedule won't get any less crazy for a few more weeks.

I leave for my internship in Canada in roughly 5 or so hours and I still need to finish packing. I'm such a bad procrastinator, I tried to pack early but it just seemed like I needed to bring more and more stuff. I'm such a girl, I'm barely going to be gone a month and I feel I need to bring the entire contents of my bedroom with me, including the kitchen sink.

Since I'm going to be completely focused on my internship for the next few weeks, I have decided to start a separate blog for my family so they can keep up with everything I'm doing. I'll be posting pictures of my shenanigans and possibly even a couple videos. So go here, here, here and here if you're interested in taking a peek at what I'll be up to.

I Am In Love...

...With this song.



Sunday, dark has turned to grey
The stars have made their way
I raise my glass
And part my lips
Tend to many deep
The only time I see you is in my sleep

Sunday, get up on my way
I think I’ll be okay
for a while
I know you
were never mine to keep
But I know that I’ll see you in my sleep

But time has been unkind
and kept me far from you.
But I know you will be
holding me
in my sleep.

I’ve been hanging on,
scraping by all my life.
And I know you will be
holding me
in my sleep.

I’ve been hanging on,
scraping by all my life.

And I know I’ll miss you.
I’ll always miss you.
But I know I’ll see you
in my sleep.

I know I’ll miss you.
I’ll always miss you.
But I know I’ll see you
in my sleep.

I heard it on the latest episode of "Chuck" and it literally had me hooked in a matter of seconds. The acoustic guitar caught my attention and the vocals made me melt.

Hope you enjoy the song half as much as I did.

Madness Is Upon Us!

March Madness began last week. And I would just like to say, it is off to a GREAT start. While U of M is absent as usual (seriously guys, a girl can only have so much faith in her team, get it together!) my second favorite team, Michigan State, has been hanging in there, thankfully. UofM and State may be rivals when they play against each other, but I've always been of the opinion you support your state first and foremost even if it means supporting a rival.

Now, that their biggest competition was taken out of the running (suck it KU, you already won last year) I'm hoping they have a much better chance to make it into the final four this year.

Let's go Spartans! I look forward to seeing Sparty out there on the court shakin' his thang.

Joe the Barbarian

I don't believe I've mentioned it previously on my blog, but I'm a big comic book fan. If I could afford it I would read anything and everything comic related that I could get my hands on, but since I'm a broke college student I restrict myself to only the really good stuff.

Recently, one of the series I picked up is called Joe the Barbarian, written by Grant Morrison with the art by Sean Murphy. At first it was the name of the writer, Grant Morrison, that drew me to the series. I've liked a lot of his previous work he's done on the Batman story arcs and I've been reading his most recent series Batman and Robin every month. But what has really been the focus for me on Joe the Barbarian is not the writing, even though I think it's very interesting so far, it has been the art by Sean Murphy.

I have fallen head over heels for Murphy's art work. His style is very distinct and I love the detail he puts into almost every page of JTB. Of course, just liking what he has done on JTB so far wasn't enough for me, I had to find out more about him and what other projects he's involved with on his website. There, I found more sketches he's done and a link to his deviant art page, but one of the things that's interested me the most is his sketches for a graphic novel he's writing called Punk Rock Jesus, which has a very interesting concept behind it.

If you're into comics, or you have a good appreciation for art then I definitely suggest you check it out, it's worth a quick look at least. I've always held a strong appreciation for things art related because I never considered myself to have a talent for it.

As a result, every once in a great while I get the urge to be creative, whether it's drawing, writing, or just playing random chords on my guitar until something cohesive comes out of it. This time I wanted to draw, after being so inspired by Murphy's work. So, I hunted down a black ball point pen, (I've found that for me these are so much better to draw with than pencils, especially for shading), and started drawing the cover to JTB #2 since it is my favorite one so far.

This is how it turned out:

Here's the original:

I'll be honest, I didn't draw the cover from memory, I had the original right next to me as a reference, but even so I was incredibly surprised at how well I think it turned out. In no way do I consider my sketch nearly as wonderful as the artist's but for me, I was impressed. I've never thought I could draw well, part of it being I'm too much of a perfectionist when it comes to that sort of thing. I wish I could create original stuff half as good as this copy is, but all in all this was a big achievement for me.

Altogether the drawing took about 3 hours to do. The hardest part was trying to get the shading right, which I'm still not completely satisfied with (See? Perfectionist.) but I'm not going to tweak it anymore, because if I do I'll probably end up ruining the picture. It was a lot of fun and definitely released some of the creative energies that have been building up for a while.

Snow Day!

This morning when I woke up and looked outside to see a large amount of snow piled on my car and more coming down from the sky, the first thing that popped into my head was "SNOW DAY!" I immediately dove for my laptop to check my school email to find out if class was canceled. Sadly, it was not so I slumped of, slightly disappointed, to finish my morning routine before braving the horrible traffic conditions on my drive to campus.

About halfway through class, a guy who had his laptop out announced all classes were canceled after 12pm. Since my next class didn't start til 12:30pm I was stoked and immediately texted my mom to brag about getting the day off.

The text she sent back about the weather was hilarious, so I'm giving it to you word for word as she sent it to me.

"It says it is 28 degrees with snow & freezing fog....what the heck is freezing fog????"

I was so glad I was out of class before I read her message because I literally laughed out loud. The last thing I needed was to have read it in class and laughed in the middle of dead silence during our quiz, then having everyone stare at me.

I still don't know what freezing fog is, I had never heard of it before. I'll probably google it later and see what comes up, but for now I'm enjoying feeling like a little kid during my snow day.

Happy Hallmark Holiday!

In honor of Valentines day, the holiday for lovers, I give a quote from (500) Days of Summer.

"Roses are red,
violets are blue,
fuck you whore."

Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.

The first time I saw (500) Days of Summer that quote gave me a good laugh, but then again I've always had a cynical and twisted sense of humor. Not to mention I have never been a fan of Valentines Day and it's phony attempt at guilting people into buying gifts for their loved ones simply because a corporation says you should, while filling their pockets with said people's guilt money.

Did I mention I don't like Valentines Day?

Good Lord In Heaven, WHY?!

I think I've mentioned before in another post that the people at my work are a wide variety of characters. There's the normal mixed in with the strange and the funny with the not so funny. And of course, this mix of personalities leads to some interesting conversations.

Here's the back story.

Lately, we've been cleaning the store like crazy because corporate is doing walk-throughs and we need to make sure everything in the store is nice and neat. While I was straightening up a shelf and condensing product, one of my supervisors came over and pointed to one of the items I was sorting and asks, "Do those work?"

Of course, in true sarcastic fashion I responded with "No, we put them on the shelf and we're selling them because they DON'T work."

She laughed and squinted her eyes at me before walking away.

A guy I work with who had been listening to our brief conversation come up and asked me "Do you know what else doesn't really work that we sell?"

I know this guy and he's usually really funny so I braced my self for a great punch line.

"Those light up drum sticks we sell for Rock Band."

"Oh, really?" I was kind of let down because I expected something funny. I should have known better than to let my guard down because no sooner than I finished my sentence did he go, "But I bet they make sex really interesting."

"Gah! What?? Why?! Why would you even think that?!"

He starts laughing, "I bet they would though! Just imagine, they'd light up places that aren't normally lit up."

"Oh good lord in heaven, WHY?! I'll never think of those things the same again. There's a reason those places don't get lit up, you know! I'm leaving, it's time for me to clock out. Ugh, you're so wrong dude."

Of course as I was walking away and shaking my head wishing I had an erase button for my brain, he was laughing his ass off at having effectively traumatized me.

Sigh, boys.

"District 9"

Last summer, if you turned on your TV for even a moment, you'll remember the insane marketing campaign that was going around for the movie District 9. It was everywhere, you couldn't cut to a commercial break without seeing a trailer for the film.

At the time, I remember thinking the movie looked really interesting and I really wanted to see it, but because I was so busy trying to get my school stuff all straightened out before the semester started, I never did manage to go.

Flash forward to last night, I opened my Netflix for this week forgetting I had put District 9 in my queue, so I was pleasantly surprised when I remembered I still wanted to see it. I popped the movie in my DVD player and prepared to wind down for the night. Of course, as has been really typical for me lately, I was exhausted from staying up late doing homework and I figured as much as I wanted to watch the movie, I was most likely going to fall asleep during it.

Boy, was I wrong.

First off, the movie was not what I expected at all. From what I gathered from the trailers, I assumed the movie was going to be a faux documentary type thing about aliens in "District 9" and the politics behind it and such, blah blah blah, boring yet interesting stuff at the same time. And while the movie does start off in faux documentary form, it doesn't stay that way for long before switching to different character points of view.

But I have to say, what I absolutely love, and I mean LOVE!! in all caps with exclamation points and little hearts surrounding it, is the writing for the movie. The character development is done insanely well. Especially, with the main character.

I don't want to spoil the movie for anyone who might not have seen it, but the main character is a bit of an anti-hero. He starts out doing a lot of despicable things to the aliens in "District 9" and as the movie progresses, and because of his situation, you can't help but empathize with him (even when he does stuff that makes you sit straight up in bed and shout "NO!" at your TV at 1:30 in the morning when you're supposed to be sleeping, but instead you're so into the movie you just can't shut it off). And the best moment of all is when he gets his last chance at redemption for every thing he's done.

I don't know how many different ways I can say I love this movie, but I do really love it. As soon as I was finished watching it, it immediately jumped to the top of my list of favorite movies.

So, imagine my excitement when I read today that District 9 received two well deserved Oscar nominations, one for best picture and the other for best adapted screen play. I told you the writing was phenomenal, now do you believe me?

Now the question remains, does District 9 have a shot at winning? As far as winning for best picture, I doubt it, especially with the the high profile Avatar in the running. But as far as the screen play goes, I think it has a very good shot at winning with that one.

Party On, Excellent!

This is a story of a girl.

Before you go jumping to conclusions, this girl is not me...

Earlier this week I posted about my friend and her roommate throwing a party that I went to and had a blast at. Apparently, they have parties every Saturday. So guess where I was tonight? You're right! I was at my friends party, again.

This one was more of a get together than an all out party. Everybody mostly just hung out talking and playing beer pong, minus the beer. Although, there was a little bit of drinking, no one was completely wasted like last time.

But for some reason this time was different for me. You might ask yourself, why is that, Amanda? I shall tell you.

I saw said girl sitting on a couch next to her friend at the party, and what caught my attention was her personality. It's kind of hard to explain, she made slightly snarky, yet intelligent comments. She had a sharp, yet dry sense of humor, slightly reminiscent of Ellen Page. Her personality was completely unique from everyone else at the party.

Not only was she funny, but she was incredibly cute. I mean woah cute, in that alternative-punk-rock-but-i'm-not-trying-to-be-punk-rock-kind-of-way-with-over-sized-glasses-and-a-keffiyeh-scarf-around-my-neck, kind of way. (What is it with the hipster kids these days and their keffiyeh scarves? Don't they realize it looks ridiculous wearing a scarf indoors with a t-shirt on?)

(Disclaimer: No, she did not look anything like the model in this picture, this is just a reference to keffiyeh's.)

Anyway, she was the only at the party who could actually pull it off, and I'm not just saying that because I thought she was attractive, she really was the ONLY one who didn't look ridiculous wearing it.

Right about the point when I was thinking to myself, "Could you BE anymore attracted to this girl?" she picked up a guitar and started playing it. And I don't mean, randomly strumming, I mean full on playing Jason Mraz, and singing "I'm Yours". At that point I could have died and gone to heaven knowing I found the complete embodiment of my ideal girl.

After she was done singing, I tried to think up a way to talk to her, restlessly shifting from foot to foot. That's when it hit me, I can't remember the last time I was actually attracted to someone. I'm not talking about the whole "oh, yeah, she's hot" kind of way, I mean the, "wow, I REALLY want to get to know this girl more" type of situation. At that point I was struck by another realization, "why didn't I go over and talk to her and introduce myself? was I feeling shy? Or just nervous? Since when the fuck am I shy?! How the hell did that happen? WHEN did that happen? FUCK! Where has my self confidence gone??? Has it really been that long since you've put the moves on a girl you were attracted to?"

Sadly, the answer that last question to myself was, yes. It's really been that long. I was so focused on my inner monologue that when something caught my attention and I looked up to find this girl standing directly in front of me, I froze like a deer caught in headlights.

I present to you the wonderfully, brilliant, amazing conversation that took place:

Her: "Excuse me."
Me: *Confused silence*
Her: "I need to get into the fridge."
Me: "Oh, sorry." *Shuffle to the right a bit*
Her: "Thanks."
Me: "You're welcome."

By George, just call me the next fucking Shakespeare in the making. God when did I become so lame?

Just to quell your curiosity, no, aside from the refrigerator interlude, I did not work up the courage to actually talk to her. FML.

Big Cousin/Little Cousin Bonding Time

Recently my Aunt's dad has been in the hospital with some pretty serious health issues, he's been in and out of ICU for the past week and a half now but finally things are looking up. Since my Aunt and Uncle have been spending so much time up at the hospital they asked me to babysit my little cousin because little kids aren't allowed in ICU.

Normally, I'm not much of a babysitter because little kids drive me crazy. But I do kinda like the little punk so I was more than willing to help out and watch her for the night. She's only 5 (soon to be 6) but she is way too smart for her own good, and I'm not just saying that because she's my cousin. When a 5 year old can tell you the difference between fiction and non-fiction you've gotta be slightly impressed.

One of the things that probably contradicts with me not being much of a babysitter, is the fact that I hate it when kids sit in front of the TV all day watching crap shows like "Sponge Bob Square Pants". Part of that I think comes from my mom only allowing my brother and I to watch a certain amount of TV growing up. The other comes from my dislike of the way people turn the TV on and glue their kids to it so they don't have to deal with them. To me that's completely irresponsible, you should never treat your kid like they're an inconvenience otherwise why did you even have them in the first place? Obviously, that's something I feel rather strongly about.

Back to what I was saying, I was trying to figure out a way to keep her occupied so she didn't get bored and start acting up, when I remembered I used to love having Shel Silverstein's books read to me at her age.


So, I grabbed Where the Sidewalk Ends off my bookshelf and we flopped down on my bed and started reading. We made it halfway through the book before JT (that's our nickname for her) would let me stop reading, and that was only because I told her I needed to put dinner in the oven. I was amazed at how much she loved the book, I expected her to like it but I didn't think she would love it as much as she did. As I was getting dinner ready she kept bugging me to go back upstairs and keep reading, so as soon as I had everything in the oven we ran back upstairs and read some more, periodically breaking to check on dinner.

After we were finished with Where the Sidewalk Ends she pointed to another book on my shelf wanting me to read that one. I pulled the book down and almost told her no, we couldn't read this one because it would be too hard for her to follow, but I stopped myself. The book she wanted me to read is called Bone by Jeff Smith.


The story, told in graphic novel form, is an epic tale about an unlikely hero's journey to save his friends and family from a dark evil trying to take over their homeland. It's one of my favorite books because you can't help but fall in love with the main character and his story.

The only problem was, because JT was just learning how to read, she would have a hard time following along with the dialogue and the pictures. So I figured, maybe if I pointed to each panel and the character as I read what they were saying, she might be able to follow along that way. Apparently it worked because every time I asked her if she wanted me to stop reading she said no. I think what helped too was that I came up with voices for each character. Normally, I would have felt silly doing something like that, especially if there had been other adults around, but she really liked it so I'm glad I did it.

Finally, after almost 3 hours of straight reading we had to stop because I was starting to lose my voice and dinner was about ready. So we ate dinner and hung out some more, while I was checking my email and she noticed the icon on my Mac for Photobooth and she asked me if that's for taking pictures. I told her it was and she immediately demanded we take some pictures together. That's how we got these gems:

Chillaxing on my bed.

"Take the picture!" "I am taking the picture, you gotta wait for it to count down first!"

Our bored faces.

Our thinking faces.

"Aaaah, there's a monster eating my brains!"

These are our freshly-showered-in-our-pajamas-and-ready-for-bed monster faces.

She loves that hat as much as I do.

Our mad we-don't-want-to-go-to-bed faces.

Awww, kisses!

Attempted kiss.

Peace out sucka's it's bed time.

Granted, I'm under no illusion that she's a perfect little angel. As a matter of fact, she can be a total brat sometimes. And being an only child she tends to be whiny a lot of the time, like most only children are at that age. But when it's just her and I, we have fun and she can be completely adorable.

I Feel Frustration Inside of Me

I've never been under the impression that I'm a particularly nice person all of the time. Granted, most of the time I don't have a problem with people so I'm nice to them but when they do something to piss me off I can be a royal bitch.

In all fairness I'm warning you that this post is most likely a bitch fest since I made an attempt to be civil and not go off on someone I considered a friend. So I'm venting on my blog.

I mentioned in a previous post that I met this guy I had a bunch of classes with last semester and he and I got along really well and began doing homework and studying together. Well true to typical college student fashion, he's a procrastinator. And usually I'm fine with that, I don't care either way because I'm a huge procrastinator as well. But this semester, things are just so insane with taking 17 credit hours and working, that I just don't have the time to meet up with him last minute anymore, so I've been trying to get him to work on his stuff earlier and meet me between classes so things aren't so rushed.

Last night I had work til 10pm and I knew I had a paper due this morning, but I know me and I knew I would be able to crank it out in a couple of hours and crash into bed right afterward so I got home and started working on it. He calls me about 11 or so asking me to help him write his paper. I was immediately frustrated because he knew we had a whole week to write the damn thing and he waits til practically midnight the night before to ask me for help. I just told him I didn't have my paper finished, but if he wanted to get together early in the morning before class I would help him then.

This morning I get up to campus early and he's a no-show. Fine, whatever, I say to myself, I had homework I forgot to do in another class that I needed to finish quickly before it started in half an hour. He calls me 20 minutes before my morning class starts saying he couldn't make it but he wants me to help him finish writing his paper over the phone. At that point I was officially pissed off. I'm willing to go out of my way to help a friend with whatever they need help with, but to throw my attempts to help back in my face then inconveniencing me to essentially write the rest of his paper for him was the last straw. I told him what he talked about of his paper sounded fine and I hung up before I could say something pissy.

Later on, I was running behind and walked into that class late and before I even had a chance to sit down in my seat he turned to me and started bitching me out for not telling him he had one of the theories in his paper mixed up. I tried to stay calm and just told him what I heard of his paper sounded fine and I didn't notice he had them mixed up. It was all I could do not to straight up tell him that's what he gets for fucking procrastinating and then expecting me to do the paper for him. I had completely had it by that point, and I think he finally noticed because he didn't talk to me the rest of class, which I was perfectly fine with.

And now I can feel my stubborn side kicking in, because I'm pretty much done going out of my way to help him. Anyone who has taken inconsiderate advantage of my periodic niceness can attest to the fact that I don't take too kindly to it. Sigh. End rant.

I'm done venting now. I just really don't like it when people do that shit.

Now I've Seen Everything

I'm sitting at a table here on campus, working on homework when I look up and see this lady ride past me on a riding vacuum, texting and using her knees to steer.

This was the expression on my face....



Now I think I've seen everything.

Also, I'm sharing a table with some girl I don't know who keeps talking my ear off while I'm trying to get my reading done for class. I don't want to be mean and ask her to stop talking. I tried to kind of show I wanted her to stop talking being like "hey, look at me, I'm reading" by just staring at my book and periodically making "mmhmm" sounds. Did that work? No, of course not. She just carried on telling me her whole life story, so I just gave up and decided to update my blog when I saw that lady ride by.

Oh thank jeebus, she just left, now I can try and catch up on my reading really quick.

[Update: Fuck me, this is not my day. Now some other chick sat down at the table across from me, and she's making random moaning and burping noises. *Facedesk* I give up on homework. I wasn't meant to read Emerson today]

Friends Don't Let Friends Floss Drunk

Finally, a real update! Sorry for the lack of posting this past week or so. For some strange reason I've actually had a social life lately and the time I used to blog is now the time I use to do my homework.

I will say, I have missed posting almost everyday, but I've also really enjoyed having a social life once again.

Last night I went to a party my friend's roommate was throwing and had more fun than I've had in a long time. I almost didn't go because I had already partied earlier this week with a different group and that didn't end so well, tons of drama.

And as it turns out I knew a couple people at the party from school, even my friend's roommate, who I thought I hadn't met before, was in one of my classes I had at my first college. Although, I never got the chance to know him in class since we sat on opposite sides of the room, he turned out to be a really cool guy and an awesome drink maker.

The highlight of the night was when I got to play beer pong for the first time, and even being drunk, I was surprisingly good at it. The girl I played with was really good too so she and I won quite a few games.

One of the things I love the most about partying is watching all the drunk people. They're hilarious. I have such a bad habit of people watching, that when I'm at a party I usually pick a spot in the room and just chill there watching everyone. Which, sounds kind of creepy, now that I think about it, but I love seeing the different group dynamics and how people interact with one another. Last night though, I caught myself and made sure I actually socialized instead of watching people like a creeper. My friend also helped by introducing me to everyone as her music soul mate, since we have the exact same taste in music, and that kicked off some good conversations about music.

Something I did notice that had me laughing was how towards the end of the night (I'm using the word "night" liberally here when really it was more like 4 in the morning) when everyone was completely schwasted "I love you's" were being thrown around like crazy. I saw this random chick about ready to pass out in the hallway so I brought her a bottle of water and made her drink it before pulling her up onto a couch and her response was to hug me and say "Thank you, I love you so much, you're like my best friend in the whole world" repeatedly, which is even funnier since I had never met her before that night and I don't even know what her name was. But being drunk off my ass as well I responded in kind with "I love you too's" and hugged her back. While at the same time, my friend was telling her roommate she loved him and a couple of guys were slapping each other on the back with the typical male "I love you, man."

After all of the "I love you's" were done going around, things started to wind down. Some people disappeared to bedrooms to crash, others decided they wanted food so they went to the kitchen to cook something. By that time I was pretty tired so I sat down on the couch and promptly passed out. I woke up a few hours later in the exact same sitting position I sat down in, covered in a blanket and still wearing some guy's hat I forgot my friend had put on me earlier that night. I was sobered up enough to drive home where I chugged a couple bottles of water and passed out again, this time in bed. It was a great end to a great night.

The one lesson I learned though, was don't fucking floss when you're drunk. Bad idea. At one point that night we were all doing shots of tequila with lime, and I got some lime stuck in my teeth and it was driving me nuts. I had remembered seeing dental floss in my friends bathroom earlier and went hunting for it and managed to jack up one side of my gums flossing the lime out, and now it's all swollen.

So children, the moral of this story is DON'T FLOSS DRUNK!

Oh and p. to the muthafuckin s. I probably avoided making the biggest mistake of my life and didn't drunk text anyone! I'm so proud of myself. I reached for my phone a couple of times, but sheer will power won out. I'm amazing.

Orianthi

Wow. I'll take one of her please with a side of fries, thanks.

One thing is for sure, that girl can rock a guitar. From what I've heard of her music she's incredibly talented on the guitar, but her lyrics are only so-so. Which is a bummer because I was going to buy her album until I saw how weak her lyrics were and some of the new toy shininess wore off.

Now, I know of one song that was not written by her, "According to You" being written by Steve Diamond. Even so, the obvious targeting of the younger teens and tweens and lack of complexity in her lyrics just doesn't do it for me. I need subtext, I need a message between the lines, I need emotion, not just the obvious "you broke my heart and now I'm going to sing about it word for word" surface type junk. Maybe, when she's not such a shiny new mainstream-toy she'll be able to mature her sound a bit.

Until then, I'll be watching what stuff she has on YouTube and soaking up the kick ass guitar solos and how incredibly awesome she is. Btw, she's Australian so her accent just makes her doubly attractive.



Sigh, I'm totally smitten.

If you're interested in reading more about her, this is a great article that goes into more of a break down of her music.