I realize that because I am DONE WITH FINALS and on Christmas vacation, I may not think to update this blog very much in the following weeks. However, I also realize that a few of my faithful followers still check this blog on the daily, and are subsequently disappointed by its vacant state. Therefore, I give you today's short and sweet post.
I love being home for the holidays. I've got a Christmas tree in my room, 96.5 on the radio, and a pep in my step! And the craziest part is that Christmas is right around the corner! Despite my stress, I did manage to get all of my shopping done in one fowl swoop...literally. I was in Target for 4 hours. Its a good thing that that store is my happy place, or I'm pretty sure I would have gone insane in the brain.
I also love being with my family more often then I have been used to. Confirmation of this came last night, when my family broke out into an impromptu Christmas song-singing, electric guitar playing, dumbell-hitting, and shaker-shaking Christmas caroling performance! Feliz Navidad was a fan favorite. My family rocks. (<--Bad pun alert)
Well anyways...I'm not sure what else to report on. I have very few goals I plan on achieving this break (besides the obvious do no schoolwork and not use my brain), but one is to watch my fave holiday movies before Christmas. Almost accomplished! Although you can imagine my Mother and mine's horror when we opened up our absolute favorite (The Santa Clause), and found the DVD to be missing. Missing! So devastating.
Merry Christmas to my readers near and far; I can't wait to spend it with those of you who are near!
Friday, December 21, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Finals Fun.
Finals. How I love thee. Its the only time of year when you and your roomate (& a friend who has become our honorary 4th roomate) can stay in your room for 24 hours straight, leaving only for food and the potty. No joke. And it has been like this for 3 days. Needless to say we have gone a little bit insane in the brain...you know, laughing hysterically over something that is definitely not funny, getting hungry at one in the morning, and deliriously kicking balloons around our room until the wee hours of the morning. During my time of hibernation I did think up a genius idea though; I had to take a shower but did not want to waste 20 minutes not studying. So, I double plastic-baggied my notes, propped it up with a shampoo bottle and lathered away! Worked like a charm! Ahh..college.
This weekend hasn't been all work and no play, however. Friday we went to the Cru Christmas Party, ugly sweaters in tow. As you may have seen on Facebook, Paige and I braved the photobooth...and had a little too much fun with it. I lost my voice from catchphrase and am pretty sure I gained 3 pounds in gingersnaps, but it was a fun night!
Guess what? I come home in 3 days! I swear, it feels like SO long since Thanksgiving...but right now, Thursday can not come fast enough! I had 2 out of 3 finals today...back to back...two hours each...writing the whole time...All I can say about them--they're over! :) Its a shame that Art History tests are so hard, otherwise I would be sad about the class ending. But now all I have to say to that class is good riddance! You will not be seeing me again! (Well, hopefully some of the monuments will see me again...I'm still obsessed with Greek Art...and Roman...)
Just one final left, but I must get back to studying. To give you a further glimpse into my weekend, you should know this: I just put my headphones into my nostrils. I thought that it would play the music louder when I breathed. I will leave you with that disgusting image.
Update: I just looked up and found my roommate pacing the length of our room for exercise...oy vey.
This weekend hasn't been all work and no play, however. Friday we went to the Cru Christmas Party, ugly sweaters in tow. As you may have seen on Facebook, Paige and I braved the photobooth...and had a little too much fun with it. I lost my voice from catchphrase and am pretty sure I gained 3 pounds in gingersnaps, but it was a fun night!
Guess what? I come home in 3 days! I swear, it feels like SO long since Thanksgiving...but right now, Thursday can not come fast enough! I had 2 out of 3 finals today...back to back...two hours each...writing the whole time...All I can say about them--they're over! :) Its a shame that Art History tests are so hard, otherwise I would be sad about the class ending. But now all I have to say to that class is good riddance! You will not be seeing me again! (Well, hopefully some of the monuments will see me again...I'm still obsessed with Greek Art...and Roman...)
Just one final left, but I must get back to studying. To give you a further glimpse into my weekend, you should know this: I just put my headphones into my nostrils. I thought that it would play the music louder when I breathed. I will leave you with that disgusting image.
Update: I just looked up and found my roommate pacing the length of our room for exercise...oy vey.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
The Other Side of the Tracks.
Christmastime is heeeeeere! Happy December! (a few days late) I am slightly stressing; no, not for finals. For the fact that I have absolutely NO Christmas presents bought or even thought up. Unless you all want items for Forever 21...my hands are tied until I come home. I am my grandmother's grandaughter. (Nani, I'm talking about you). Brianna and I spent too much time trying to figure out how to hang Christmas lights in our room. I mean come on, how many college freshman does it take to hang Christmas lights?? Apparently 2, plus a tall guy friend. But at least our room looks festive! And we have a little mini Christmas tree! Its no Euctalyptus, but it does make studying a bit more enjoyable.
Let me tell you all a little story about an experience I had yesterday. For my last Freshman Seminar class on Poverty, we went on a field trip. Instead of trying to organize rides amongst one another, everyone was on their own to get there. Easy enough, I thought. I printed out specific instructions from Google, who told me it was a quick 15 minute bike ride away. Knowing me and my sense of direction however, I decided to leave 30 minutes early--just in case. Off I went. I'm biking along, following the directions and feeling myself start slipping further and further away from campus as I pedaled. Then came the final instruction: Turn RIGHT on Colgate, LEFT on N Street. Easy enough. I'm biking down Colgate as I pass L St., then M, then...a dead end. A coldasack. No N St. in sight. Don't panic, I think to myself. Thanks to giving myself 30 minutes, I knew I had 10 minutes to find the place. For whatever reason I decided to just keep biking down Colgate; however, the further I went, the more into the "ghetto" I became immersed in. Prior to this, I didn't even know my school had one of those "other side of the tracks" areas. But the more I biked, the sketchier it got. At this point I feel myself getting more and more unaware of where I am or where I am going. I decided to stop (of course, right in front of a smoke shop) and re-assess. I looked at the map on my phone to locate N Street, and discovered I was nowhere near it. Starting to get a little freaked, I called both of my roommates to make sure I had the address right. Well, neither of them were home. Great. I was officially lost in the ghetto of Cowtown. On a bike. Late for class. I figured the best I could do was make a U-Turn and back track. As I'm waiting impatiently for the crossing light to signal green, a creepy old homeless man approached me, and seeing my iPhone, questioned "Hey! Where'd you get the iPod" and told his friend I probably "popped some pills" (how he made this deduction is beyond me). At this point I'm panicking. I bike away as fast as I can, sweating, breathing hard and to my surprise finally see the letter "N" peeking through a branch. Hallelujah! I think. Now let me remind you that I have no idea what I'm looking for; the teacher told us it was a "co-housing facility", but I didn't know if this meant an apartment building or what! I'm pedaling, pedaling and at long last I spy my professor, standing there with a little smile on his face. "Have any trouble getting here?", he has the nerve to ask me. Nope! None at all Dr. Weiner! (thats actually his name). I huff and puff my way inside, only to find out from my fellow classmates that they too got lost. Why? HE GAVE US THE WRONG ADDRESS. THE WRONG ADDRESS. Unbelievable. I had little trouble getting back afterwards (in the dark, mind you). So went my experience into the cowtown ghetto.
So that was fun.
Let me tell you all a little story about an experience I had yesterday. For my last Freshman Seminar class on Poverty, we went on a field trip. Instead of trying to organize rides amongst one another, everyone was on their own to get there. Easy enough, I thought. I printed out specific instructions from Google, who told me it was a quick 15 minute bike ride away. Knowing me and my sense of direction however, I decided to leave 30 minutes early--just in case. Off I went. I'm biking along, following the directions and feeling myself start slipping further and further away from campus as I pedaled. Then came the final instruction: Turn RIGHT on Colgate, LEFT on N Street. Easy enough. I'm biking down Colgate as I pass L St., then M, then...a dead end. A coldasack. No N St. in sight. Don't panic, I think to myself. Thanks to giving myself 30 minutes, I knew I had 10 minutes to find the place. For whatever reason I decided to just keep biking down Colgate; however, the further I went, the more into the "ghetto" I became immersed in. Prior to this, I didn't even know my school had one of those "other side of the tracks" areas. But the more I biked, the sketchier it got. At this point I feel myself getting more and more unaware of where I am or where I am going. I decided to stop (of course, right in front of a smoke shop) and re-assess. I looked at the map on my phone to locate N Street, and discovered I was nowhere near it. Starting to get a little freaked, I called both of my roommates to make sure I had the address right. Well, neither of them were home. Great. I was officially lost in the ghetto of Cowtown. On a bike. Late for class. I figured the best I could do was make a U-Turn and back track. As I'm waiting impatiently for the crossing light to signal green, a creepy old homeless man approached me, and seeing my iPhone, questioned "Hey! Where'd you get the iPod" and told his friend I probably "popped some pills" (how he made this deduction is beyond me). At this point I'm panicking. I bike away as fast as I can, sweating, breathing hard and to my surprise finally see the letter "N" peeking through a branch. Hallelujah! I think. Now let me remind you that I have no idea what I'm looking for; the teacher told us it was a "co-housing facility", but I didn't know if this meant an apartment building or what! I'm pedaling, pedaling and at long last I spy my professor, standing there with a little smile on his face. "Have any trouble getting here?", he has the nerve to ask me. Nope! None at all Dr. Weiner! (thats actually his name). I huff and puff my way inside, only to find out from my fellow classmates that they too got lost. Why? HE GAVE US THE WRONG ADDRESS. THE WRONG ADDRESS. Unbelievable. I had little trouble getting back afterwards (in the dark, mind you). So went my experience into the cowtown ghetto.
So that was fun.
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