Cute Boys and Nude Statues.

Another week done, and I actually have some quite humorous tales to tell you all!  Don't worry, no more strippers...although they did come back last night, in a Tigger costume...MOVING ON!

Let's see...you all heard my dumb "buttercream" moment in the last post.  Apparently this lapse in intelligence was a precursor for the rest of the week, because I had my fair share of more minor humiliations.  Like any normal Freshman girl, I have a handful of young men that make each class a little more bearable...if you catch my drift. One in particular (a front-runner in my mind) always happens to sit semi-near me in lecture.  And he also happens to be in my discussion section of 10 people.  It also so happens that yesterday he sat next to me.  Of course, I became instantly aware of my every movement...then the TA made a joke.  It wasn't a necessarily funny joke, just one that promotes a mere "under the breath chuckle", if you will.  This was my intention, but my throat decided to cough simalteanously...and out of my mouth came a wayyyy too loud, short cackle followed by a gargling in my throat.  Ummm.....yeah.  Did I mention that the rest of the class was silent?  Now Archaeology Cutie knows me as the girl who laughs too hard and too loud at a joke that's not even funny...great.

Today something similar happened, while I was sitting next to yet another cutie in class.  He leaned over and asked "Its the 26th right?"  Well, I thought it was the 25th.  So I told him so.  After his face read a somewhat puzzled expression, the boy in front of us (who was not too bad himself) turns around, looks at us, and says "...its the 26th".  Geeze!   Do I have to look like an idiot in front of TWO cute guys?!  Double whammie!

Yeah...its been a little rough.  I wasn't the only one embaressing themself this week, though.  My Art History professor made me laugh out loud.  Picture a cute little old lady who has a lisp, a new york accent, and can't pronounce her "R"s.  (Yeah, I don't know how I understand anything in class either).  Anyways, we were looking at Greek statues of men who were all, well, nude.  She asked the class, "Do you think this one is erotic?"  Of course, nobody answered because we were all stifling laughs, so she follows with "Come on, is this guy sexy??"  We all start cracking up, but she doesn't stop; "I think so!  I mean talk about a pin-up!  This one is seeeexy!" AHHH!  Remember, a 90-year old saying this...so disturbing!  Hilarious...but disturbing.

Phew, wellllll all I can say is TGIF!

Dumb Moments and Being Scarred for Life.

Quote of the day: while in the dining commons with a friend, I was eating a piece of bread with butter.  I turned to them and said "Do you ever notice how butter kind of tastes like frosting? That frosting that's kind of bitter...whats it called?  Buttercream?"........it took me about 2.5 seconds to realize what I said and I felt so dumb.  Oh my gosh.  Who would have thought?!  Butter cream tasting like butter cream?!  What is this?!  Heehee....we all have our moments, right?

Dorms are funny to me.  Some afternoons they can be hoppin' with people, loud music playing, people's voices you can hear even when the doors are closed, to the point where you can even get  annoyed if you're trying to study...and then there are afternoons like today, where everything is absolutely silent and no one is around.  I don't get it.  I think Wednesdays specifically, people are realizing that its halfway through the week and they need to actually start doing work ASAP.  Maybe that's it.  But hey, I know that's what I realize Wednesday afternoons, so I ain't gonna complain about a little bit of quiet!

*GRANDMOTHERS: READ THE FOLLOWING AT YOUR OWN RISK*

...I am warning you now Grandparents.  You may not want to read this.  We good?  Okay.
So last night I am lying in bed about to fall asleep, longggg after quiet hours are supposed to be enforced.  All of a sudden I hear bumping, LOUD, "club music" playing from down the hall, and a bunch of voices that can only be described as "frat boy noise".  Of course I become curious and quite peeved at whoever is blasting their music at 12:30 AM, so I take a little gander down the hall, and come face to face with 2 boys who...lets just call them...exotic dancers.  Thats right.  2 boys with a group of girls giggling around them, stripping down into their hot pink undies in the middle of the night.  Umm....whattt??  But it gets better.  I then see a whipped cream bottle being taking from one of their backpacks.  Oh no, I'm thinking, this is about to get a little R-Rated.  But no no, they just decide to squirt it all over one of the "exotic dancer"'s hair.  UMM...WHAT?? It was truly one of the strangest things I have ever witnessed.  At this point my neighbor was watching this all unfold with me, and we weren't sure if we should laugh, cry, or alert the authorities.  But just like that, the music stopped, the "dancing" stopped, and the girls scattered while the boys cleaned whipped cream off the floor.  This experience just elicited a big, fat, question mark on my part.  I was, and still am extremely confused at whether what I witnessed last night was just some terrible nightmare, or if it really happened.  Needless to say, I can't look at a select few men on my floor the same anymore.

Nani, I'm sure you just read what I warned you not to read, so before you sell your house so you can send me to Jessup, let me assure you that things like this are not a regular occurrence. Other random shenanigans?  Witnessing boys putting hand sanitizer on their hands and lighting it on fire? Sure. But this was just a whole other strange new level.  Ugh.  I could shudder at the memory.

Well ANYWAYS, I'm sure this was wayyyy more information then I am required to give in my blog, but I knew a select few of you would get a good chuckle, or perhaps just utter confusion, out of the Stripper Story.  I leave you with that.

Its Raining Men!

Archaeology is slowly becoming the most entertaining class to attend for a number of reasons:  Number One, every single day I get stuck sitting directly in front of iPad girl.  She feverishly takes notes on her iPad, but it does not occur to her to turn off the "clicking" sound.  So, with every single letter the professor utters I hear unending "clicks" in my ear...talk about distracting.  Number Two: I have yet to identify the source, but there is someone in class who every 30 seconds or so, makes a loud sound that sounds like a mix between a dog barking and someone say "eff!" I have learned to tune it out, but others constantly look around the room to figure out who let the sneezing dog in the classroom.  Now I realize that this individual is most likely special, shall we say, but its every. 30. Seconds. Thirdly, I personally find it very entertaining that certain people literally sit in their chairs and stare at a blank computer screen, making no effort whatsoever to take notes.  Okay, if you're not going to listen and not take notes then at least do something fun.  Watch a movie.  Go on Facebook.  But if you're just going to sit there, why even come?  At least I know I won't be the person with the lowest grade on the mid-term...

Good news!  I just checked my grades and got a 100% on my first college "paper".  I am particularly pleased with myself, because everyone said "don't even try to fight back against professors, you'll get marked down".  Well, haters, I wrote my entire essay about why Obama stinks and got an A+! So ha!

Woo...just took a break and watched the final Presidential Debate.  Speaking of Obama; ummm you may want to spend the short 1 1/2 hrs you have to convince the world why you should be President doing just that, instead of showing us that you have memorized every quote Romney has ever said.  Congrats on that, but you may want to try actually offering up some ideas.  In my opinion, Romney won tonight.  And did anyone else hear the moderator comment on killing "Obama Bin Laden"??  I laughed pretty hard at that slip-up. 

Final thought for today:  It rained today.  Have you ever tried to BIKE in the RAIN??  Not a pleasant experience, take it from me.  Slippery, wet, cold, showing up to class looking like a drowned rat...horrible.  One good thing though--I don't know what magical powers the rain brought with it, but today out of the woodwork came a cutie at every corner!!  I swear, I've never seen so many hotties with bodies in one day.  Don't know where they all came from but I ain't complainin'!  I knew I always loved the rain.

Rambling.

How has my week been?  Well, I couldn't really tell ya, as my eyes have been completely focused on the hundreds of flashcards I need to memorize for my Art History mid-term (which is in T-Minus 2 hours and 38 minutes).  But the roomies and I are getting Pinkberry frozen yogurt beforehand to celebrate the completion of their Chemistry final, and the impending doom of mine.

Speaking of froyo, yesterday I saw a rather large young female in the dining commons watching a movie on her iPad and holding one ice-cream cone in each hand...which she alternated licking.  Needless to say this was all the motivation I needed to wake up at 7:30 AM today and go to the gym! Yes Mother, I actually woke-up at 7:30 AM. *GASP* Our "rec" center is super nice and free...well, with the cost of tuition...so I guess its actually a $35,000 membership...

Other than this, not much has been happening.  Still haven't crashed my bike, still missing my Honey Boo Boo...NOT, however, missing Presidential Debates Romney owning Obama on stage.  Voting is fun :)  I was loving the "fall" weather we had here for about, oh, 1.8 days!  Yep, I'm really talking about weather.  I broke out my scarves and boots and jeans and then BAM another heat wave hits.  Its 91 degrees and its ridiculous. 

Anyways, this weekend I have a few festivities lined up; Laws (Laura) is visiting tomorrow night & the madre is coming on Saturday!  And do you want to know the 2 things I'm craving?!  Bobba Tea and Chicken Spread.  And avocados.  Although the other day the DC had kiwis which made me happy.

Ok, I am rambling about the weather and food so I think it is time for me sign off on what has been a fairly pointless blog post.  But Grandfather wants more posts, so he gets more posts!! Gotta make the fambam happy. 

xo Cami

My Class in an Insane Asylum.

Update time!  Well, there isn't much to update on...but let's see what we can come up with.

I would like to take this time to tell you all a little tale about my first Archaeology Discussion Section.  It is once a week on Thursday afternoons in Young Hall.  Now, prior to this class, I had never been into Young Hall.  So I open the door and layed out in front of me is a dark, empty, creepy hallway.  Never-ending, with tons of doors but no one in sight.  Oh, did I mention it was SCORCHING HOT?  Like someone had turned the heater as high as it could go.  (This detail will be more relevant later).  I realized that my room was on the 3rd floor, and fearing that I would get a sunburn, I bounded up the steps and away from the creepy hallway.  Upon landing on the Second Floor, things didn't get much better.  Another totally empty insane-asylum hallway lay before me; except this one was FREEZING COLD. I'm talking meat locker.  Umm...what the frup?  How can one building have two polar opposite weather conditions?!  At this point I was getting a little freaked out so I started to power walk in search of the third stairwell.  The creepiest thing, was that as I walked by each door, they were all wide open and with nobody int hem.  When I peaked in the first door I saw skulls layed out on the table.  The second door I peaked in had old weathered knives scattered on the table.  The third door had a full-blown, full-sized animal skeleton.  I mean I get this is Archaeology, but really?  Thats just creepy.  But still nobody in sight.  At  this point, the infamous "Psycho" theme song started to slowly cresendo in my mind as my pace got faster and faster.  I finally found the staircase and made my why into my classroom.  I walked in, sat down, and saw that everyone, including the TA, was just looking at me.  No one was talking, no one was rummaging around, just complete silence.  I wasn't sure if I was in the wrong classroom, but there was no way I was going to spend another minute wandering the halls of Young Hall, so I sat and stared like the rest of them.  That was how the class continued for the next 4 minutes; complete silence, heads straight ahead, until exactly 4:10pm when the class started.  It was very strange and I kind of don't want to go back.

So goes my first experience in the frightening-fun-house-climate-changing Young Hall. 

In other news, I fell right to sleep last night for the first time in weeks.  Why you may ask?  I bought earplugs.  Best 33 cent investment of my life. I love my roommate, but her snoring....I just can't handle.  Bless her heart, but its unbearable.  Speaking of roomies, mine will BOTH be going home this weekend, so I will be an empty-nester.  I want to go home this weekend!! Wahhhhhhhh-okay I'm done.  I will have company tomorrow, however, as two of my lovely friends from Berkely are coming to visit.  Maybe I will have to take them on a little trip to Young Hall so they can experience it for themselves...

18.

Long time no post! (jk, its been like 2 days). I have been a little busy celebrating a little something that happened on October 5th...my birthday!

Despite my prior fears, people DID know it was my birthday! Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I obnoxiously updated countdowns on my neighbors' whiteboards...hey, gotta spread the word!

I came back from class to find my whole room covered with balloons from my sweet neighbor, ate way too many DELICIOUS ginger cookies made by my Omi (my whole floor also thanks you), and sent in my voting registration!  Oh, and I spent my day at a tattoo parlor...getting an ear piercing.  A friend and I biked downtown & I felt like an official adult when the piercer asked for my ID and I could proudly present it to her.  Although she did notice that it was my birthday....so what if I had only been 18 for a few hours?  Let me have my fun, lady!

That night a group of us drove to dinner in Davis where a homeless man sang "Happy Birthday" to me, and went to froyo.  I ended my night staying up wayyy to late, and you guessed it; eating more ginger cookies.

But the festivities did not end there, folks!  Yesterday the parentals picked me up and surprised me with my bestest friend!!! I can't believe I forgot to put her on my Birthday List! They also brought more baked goods, which I am enjoying more than I should.  We had a lovely dinner at the newlyweds new home; quite a feat, as they were fresh off the boat! (Quite literally).  It was a splendid way to end my birthday weekend.

...And now back to reality.  Reality hit me in the form of a 9am class this morning....happy happy joy joy.  Thank you to all who made me feel so loved on my 18th!  Now that the birthday has concluded, let the countdown to Christmas begin!

Just One of Those Days.

Well, I think I have had my first all-around-wake-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed-nothing-works-out type of days since being in college.  Nothing too life-altering, but little things in conjunction with this bloody HEAT is making me one unhappy camper today.  Allow me to vent for the following minute;

-People; PLEASE re-enter planet Earth and LOOK AROUND when you are biking!!  I know we are all focused on getting to class but I beg of you, just open your eyes and look to the right and left of you at an intersections, its not that difficult!  Coming from the student who had one too many close collisions today, it would be greatly appreciated.

-Campus policemen; I get that the crime rate is low and that you have nothing else to do with your time, but standing with your arms crossed at intersections just so you can repremand dumb Freshman is NOT  a good use of your time!  Forgive me, I thought the bike lanes were for us bikers.  No need to yell at me when I'm turning left (in the bike lane, mind you!) and telling me I need to be in the street to do so.

-Cashier at the book-return counter; please snap out of your grumpy pants attitude.  Yes, your job sucks and I am sorry for your predicament, but no need to take it out on ME.  And please post more clearly that I need a "detailed student schedule" that proves I dropped a class so you can give me a refund for my book.  Boohoo, you lost $45 on a book I returned...but making me go all the way back to my dorm to print out a schedule doesn't give me much sympathy for your depressing career.

-Professor; Fine, tell me that Evolution is a scientific fact all you want, but DO NOT mock the bible and its teachings. You should know that I never wanted to be in your class in the first place, so don't make it any more painful for me than it already is.

-Other Professor; The reason Christians don't encourage gay marriage is NOT because we think "if everyone's gay then we're all going to hell".  In fact, that statement actually makes zero sense...and I thought you had a PhD...?

-Student Store; I (my parents) are not paying $30,000 a year for you to NOT have the book I need in stock, and then to not believe that Art History is a class when I ask to order its textbook.  Seriously.

....I guess you could say its been a rough morning.  Its only 3:00pm. 

I apologize for anyone I offended in this post.  I just needed to vent, badly.  Now I'm going to walk down my hall and see if someone will give me a hug. 

Here's to the rest of my day being 100x better than the morning...