This Coming From A Girl Who Skipped Every Day of 2nd Grade...

            The course load at Framingham State has really got me thinking about how much effort I put into my academics. I hardly do any homework and take an hour to write a 6 page paper simply because....I can. I'm not saying that I am a genius (although true) it is just that these courses, and this institution are not that demanding. I know this may seem really odd that I am complaining about the lack of work but I figure that if I am paying $20,000 I want to make it count.
            I can imagine that the workload when I get to Salem State will be more up to par with what I am used to. However, this has also gotten me thinking that maybe I need to step it up when it comes to school. I'm not at AU anymore, and while just having a college degree is amazing, it is not going to carry as much weight at a school like GW, which I jut can't afford. That being said- I think I have a way to remedy that.
           Right now I am an English major and secondary education minor. Cool. But now I am also really interested in communications and more specifically things like public relations. So I was thinking of double majoring in English and communications with a minor in secondary education. But here's where it gets even better. Since I was looking at all of my courses and stuff I realized that once I get to Salem I am two credits away from an italian minor as well.

         The real trouble is that I am kind of equally attached to all of these subjects and I don't want to let any of them go. The problem is that I don't know where I have transferred so much that I have so much catching up to do that I can't accomplish this by Spring 2015 even with 2 summer semesters.
         That is my other concern as well. What if I spend just as much money on these extra courses than I would have for one degree from American...

But I think that this would be a really good thing for me. Keep me busy, let me have plenty of options. At orientation I'm going to see if this is even in the realm of possibility but I'm ready for a challenge

Repercussions of the Rumble

   For the 4 people in the world that didn't get the memo- Jon Stewart had a debate with Bill O'reilly last Saturday. Being that avid Stewart fan that I am, I faithfully paid my $4.95 to tune in.
   Watching the event solidified two things for me.
         Jon Stewart is an absolute genius and I consider myself privileged to be a pupil from afar.
         People like Bill O'reilly exist in this world.

     Within these two realizations I felt an immense amount of disgust and frustration but also a plethora of pride and hope. And what I think is really difficult and great is that I have to decide which one is going to push me forward. And luckily I want to lend my energy towards work like what Jon Stewart does. I want to create change on a huge scale. I honestly believe that I am meant to be important. (A side note to you all- when we celebrate my 30th year of service to the Melrose Public Library, please remind me of the previous statement.) But I want to write for the Daily Show, I want to be a comedian, I want to write a book, I want to be in a movie, I want to be a household name so that I can spread awareness and make this world better for Christ's sake.

     This is a rather unfortunate turn of events for me. I had just of late convinced myself that I could be completely content with my life by just being a high school English teacher. And on some level that is something that I am passionate about and what I partly want to do with my life. I think that would be just as noble as what Jon Stewart does. I would be responsible for evening the playing field for America's youth. Maybe the country doesn't need a big flashy hero, but a community that works together.

But then again, I am an attention whore...

How Old is Too Old?

So remember the guy, Griffin, from my Lit Study class? And how much I liked him? Well we have a few problems.

1. I have no clue how old he is, but the more I talk to him and look at him; I'm thinking he is up somewhere around 28-30. Possibly. And that is too old, even for me. Which is really unfortunate because I really do like him because we are a lot alike. Although our similarities brings me to problem number 2.

2. He is a huge flirt. I can't really say anything bad about someone being a flirt because I love being a flirt. Whether I am in to a guy or not, I will flirt with him. However, I don't find this a particularly attractive trait in a guy. I should clarify, in my guy. I am a fiery personality and while it can be really good, it can also be really bad. I get extremely jealous when it comes to romantic relationships. I would not be able to handle him flirting with our entire class like he does. He is definitely charming, but he's not prince charming :(

Maybe Framingham Doesn't Completely Suck

      Because I am a Chiara copycat and I really don't want to write my speech for public speaking, so I am going to give you guys a rundown of my schedule.

U.S. History to Reconstruction- (8:30 am - 10:20 am)

          Here we have your run of the mill history class. You go, you sit, you listen to how America came to be, you leave. And that is part of the problem. It is very boring. Most of this stuff is just a review from every U.S. history class ever so I'm not worried about not understanding things, just about falling asleep in class. My professor is this really nerdy, but nice guy from New York. He reminds a lot of Mark from the musical Rent. I just don't have the attention span for his class.

Literary Study of Langston Hughes- (11:30 - 12:20)

What can I say about this class...Better yet, where should I start? The professor is a really nice guy, I'd say late 20's to mid-30's, possibly gay. He said that he has been teaching for a few years but this seemed like his first class ever. Although, the people in the class don't help matters. While the topics we are discussing right now are a bit abstract, I am beginning to think these girls are just plain stupid. And yes, I did say girls, but we will address that in a minute. This is definitely no AU class. There, I could barely keep up with what the professor was saying, let alone form my own opinions to share. In this class, I raise my hand at least once a class. I feel wicked smaht. Not to be offensive but it's kind of like going from the major leagues to playing t-ball in the park. 

Now, on to the estrogen fest. My class consists of 18 or so girls. Oddly enough 18 is also each of their IQs. I kid, I kid. It's collectively 18. Anyway, there is one guy in the class. He wasn't originally supposed to be in the class. It was meant to be. Since we are the only two with more than a fourth of a brain, we got to work together for some group work (it could have also been the fact that he sits right behind me and there was an uneven number of people there for the other groups of three, but I digress) Because we are geniuses, we finished our work early, we got to talk for a bit. He is technically a sophomore because he took some time off to play music. He is very sarcastic and has a great sense of humor. He’s not too bad to look at either, in an unconventional way. As I said he usually sits behind me. Well today a girl was in his seat. I was very angry at this random stranger for cock-blocking me in such a manner. Subsequently, he had to sit behind her. That is until he came and sat right next to me!!!! I know I am acting like a giddy school girl and it is just as weird for me as it is for you. But I’ll keep you guys posted if anything happens with us. Fingers crossed!!

Introduction to Human Biology (12:30 - 1:20)

          Same as history, pretty straight forward bio lecture. My professor is fucking hilarious though. He hates republicans, twilight, and the hunger games. Even better than his snarky comments, is that he is really really really really good teacher, which is wicked important because it’s fucking science. The occasional dumbass freshman biddy is sprinkled in, of course. But all in all I can’t complain.

Effective Speaking (8:30 – 10:20)

          This class…this professor…She is extremely conservative and ery particular. We had to give speeches on our favorite quotes and I have no idea what I said for the 3 minutes that I was up there. My professor said that I was very impassioned…I hope that was a compliment. Our next speech has to be about someone who has impacted our lives. But on a more important note, prince charming #2 is in this class. He sat next to me willingly on the first day. The next class we had a pop quiz and she let us review for a few minutes. He still didn’t have a book so I let him use mine because I had my notes. After the quiz he thanked me profusely and after my train wreck of a speech he told me what a great job I had done. I know that he is just a flirt but it is nice practice for Mr. Lit Study who I could actually see going somewhere.

Ode to Framingham State University

Ode to Framingham State University

Oh Framingham, how I despise thee
Though most things are a let down after living in D.C
Still, this hilly campus is far from fine
With no nightlife or museums, only Route 9

I used to take six classes, and now only four
In a place so remote, I need less free time, not more
Can't get a job to fill my day
Because only kids with a work study get the pay

Perhaps I just need to give it a chance
However, I hate most of it at first glance
I just have to breathe and be reminded
that the only way I'll survive is to be open minded

So that's what I'll do, at least this semester
And not let my negativity and depression fester
At least on the ninth floor I'll be the first to know
Whenever it starts to rain, hail, or fucking snow

It's Like Prom But Worse. So Much Worse

Ok, so remember the Georgetown football player I hooked up with? Me neither. But me and my big mouth said that I would be his date for a banquet thing tonight. I am going to be sick.

No. I can do this. I am taking life as it comes now, right? Ok.It's just one night. One nights are my specialty. Besides, who doesn't want free food and dancing? Or a chance to get dressed up. Kristina is helping me "get gorgeous." Apparently as of right now I am an "unfortunate washout." Her words, not mine. 

Then I have to run over to Luca's for the "game plan" which in retrospect seems stupid because I'm sure... Daryl.... Daren....something to that effect is a really nice guy. I think Luca is just being overprotective. 

Now the only question is- what do I wear? Good thing I haven't packed yet.

Aaron! His name is Aaron. Better write that down...

This is Better than Christmas!

We are officially in the single digit countdown!! I have literally been waiting for this since Aug. 30th. 7 more days and I will be home for the summer!!!

Turns out the reason I haven't received my acceptance letter from Framingham is because they can't decide until I send them my spring transcripts...Are you kidding me? I guess they have to make sure that I don't fail this semester but, c'mon! I probably won't get housing now, so that's great. Not sure about classes either.

I am working on my Disney documentary but it is really difficult. Every time I analyze a clip it just makes me want to watch the whole movie. Oh good old childhood.

I also have to write my paper about community psychology and humor...yeah. Ok, I'll get right on that...later.

I realized that this summer I don't need a vacation. I need an adventure. Of epic proportions. So much of my life has been drama and quite frankly, I am sick of it. I am ready for camping, karaoke, summer flings, days spent at the beach and just taking life as it comes. No more stressing. What's done is done. No amount of agonizing or over analyzing is going to change that.

Now the real question is...do I start a new blog...I am kind of attached to the title...maybe I will do different installments within it. Hmm...decisions decisions.

My theme song for the summer-

Get ready ;)

SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     Oh my god. My roommates constant skyping has bothered me all year but I am literally at my wits end. I have been telling her all day how much work I have and that I need to concentrate. She has been skyping since 3. I tried to go to the study room but it was full because it is close to finals. The lounge is showing some sports game so it isn't an ideal place. I went outside, it is beautiful out anyway. The wind blew my papers away and there is no internet connection. Perfect. So I am stuck in my room with the constant Ukranian  and  shrill laughter. 15 more days. 15 more days.
     I have four more major projects that are going to kill me. First of all I have to give a presentation in Italian. 5 minutes max. Honestly it isn't going to be that hard, it is just that I have so much other stuff that I am nervous about that it is spilling over into that too. Next I have to make a movie for my sociology class. This I actually semi enjoy. But Windows Movie Maker is driving me crazy. I add a clip or a track of music and ALL of the other music disappears. I have no idea why or where it goes. If any one has some insight please let me know. Next I have a five page paper for my college writing seminar. It is really just annoying busy work but the professor is such a harsh grader. And finally the project that is going to keep me up at night. My Shakespeare paper. I am turning Taming of the Shrew into an Epic. It has to be roughly ten pages. I am not to worried about the length...it is the content. I am freaking.
    But I can't concentrate on anything with Kristina talking non-stop. I have blown out my headphones trying to play music louder than her voice. I may blow up at her soon. How can she be so inconsiderate?

An Unexpected House Guest...

So a while back my roommate asked if I wanted to house a prospective student in April. At the time I was like "Hell no! We are going to be so bogged down in work that is the last thing we need." Turns out it didn't matter because she had already sent in the application. Luckily she had a change of heart shortly after and decided she didn't want to host someone either. However, instead of responding to the woman's emails about the not being able to do this, she maturely ignored them.

So last Saturday she gets an email saying that we are housing someone on Monday. I could have literally strangled her. My prediction had come true and we are up to our eyeballs in work. Not to mention she has nowhere for the poor girl to sleep. She decided that she would just give the girl her bed. I tried to explain that in  America we really don't do that. I don't know if this is actually true or not but my roommates side of the room (as well as my roommate) smells like wet dog. Extensive cleaning on my part has not rid our room of this stench so it is all her. So this poor girl has no place to sleep in a room that smells like a pound with a crazy Ukrainian girl. Great first impression.

So of course, I'll have to come in and save the day...somehow. Like I don't have enough on my plate. Lemme go get my cape. 

An Uneasy Sigh of Relief

     I'm hoping you guys can see this. I had to change the settings of the blog for a while because in my college writing seminar we had to make a comedy blog and I didn't feel the need to have my classmates and professor see me personal. And if they did...well, this is awkward. Anyway...I got a letter in the mail on Monday. It was from "the dean of admissions" at FSU. Turns out they are "allowing" me to roll my application. How kind. I still don't know if I have housing but at this point I don't even care. At least I am going somewhere. I hope. Oh my god, what if they don't accept me? I have been so cocky about that aspect I wouldn't be surprised if the universe took this opportunity to smack me with the humility stick.
   I'm not going to worry about it. I can't. I will drive myself crazy with all of the "what ifs."
   BUT SUMMER IS SO RIDICULOUSLY CLOSE!!!! I really cannot wait. The drive home from DC is going to be the best 10 hour car ride ever because I know every mile will be worth my wile. If you did not read that last part in Hercules' voice, you have no soul, just saying.
   I was seriously contemplating beginning the packing process last night but then I had to succumb to the fact that it may be to early for that...........but not by much.
Now I am listening to my Disney channel on Pandora and am attempting to write my Italian and Shakespeare papers. But all I really wanna do is get up and dance and sing Hakuna Matata, but you know.............neighbors.

When It Rains It Fucking Pours

Or in my case, I am in a constant shit storm that shows no sign of letting up.

If Tyler wasn't bad enough for two days, there is a really good chance that I am not going to college next semester. Even just typing that sentence is giving me heart palpitations. 

So I called Framingham yesterday to find out when I should hear back from them. The woman looked up my application...only she couldn't. They have no record of me ever applying. I spoke with a woman in December about rolling my acceptance to the fall and she assured me that she would take care of it. I sent her a pleasant email with my concerns and I hope to god she can sort this out. Bur what if she can't? What if she made a mistake that she can't fix? What am I going to do? Take a semester off? I can't do that. It isn't a part of the plan. They said they would call me back once they figured out whats going on. That was two days ago. I know they have other things to do and now it is the weekend, but I don' think they realize that they the wreck they have left me. 

I really don't know what I am going to do guys. 

This Is Why I Should Never Ever Go To The Library. Ever.

   So it is about 3 am and I am pulling an all-nighter because that is just what stupid college kids do. Luckily the library is open 24 hours during the week so I decided to run there to steal some coffee and paper clips (Don't ask.). But I got so much more. As I was leaving I say Bethesda sitting at a table studying with a girl. Every movie made from 1984 on will tell you what happens next. I went up and said hi. He tried to remain calm but there was definitely a flash of discomfort in his eyes. He introduced me to his girlfriend. Because I am a masochist I casually asked her how long they had been going out. Since a little bit before spring break. I asked him if he minded walk me back to the dorm because it was so late. He, probably sensing the tension, obliged.I wasn't going to ring him out in front of his girlfriend, nobody comes out a winner in that situation.

   As soon as we were away from the windows of the library, I turned to him and said,

              "Ok, so we're done....thanks."

              "Wait, why? I thought the point was that there are no feelings so it the relationship thing doesn't matter."

               "A relationship between me and you doesn't matter. But now you have involved feelings. Hers. I'm not going to be that person. I refuse to be the other girl. She deserves better than that. So let's just call it quits."

And that was that. I'm not going to cry over it. It was bound to happen eventually. I guess the thing about guys like Zac and Luca is that you expect this kind of stuff. Maybe it is just guys in general.

         

I'm Walking on Sunshine!!! (May or may not be true)

    It is friggin hot here. It is March 25 and I am sitting here in shorts dying of heat because apparently $53,000 is not enough to turn the heat on before April 30th. Oh well. This weekend was supposed to be our Kony 2012 rally. The university suggested that we dissolve the organization, pending the mental stability of Jason. Tyler and I were going to resign anyway so at least they did that for us. Kendall is livid but there really is nothing we can do at this point. Most of the vendors have pulled out anyway and when the dean say no...the dean says no.
   Um....let's see....what else is new with me? Ok, I have a confession to make. Or I guess two. I said I would never mention Andrew on my blog again. I lied, obviously. I am only bringing it up because...well I honestly don't know. It is just on my mind. We were supposed to hang out the first day I came home for spring break. I said to myself that this was his last chance. If he blew me off this time I had to walk away. Needless to say he didn't show. Or make any other plans. Instead he just justified it to Brittany, who would frankly kiss his ass no matter what he said. I sent him a text saying I couldn't do this anymore and he never answered. So that should have been that, right? I couldn't help myself, I wished him happy birthday. My roommate told me it was a good idea. That should have been the first red flag. He thanked me. Sure he could respond to that text. I would bet both my kidneys that I do not hear from him on my birthday. So why can't I just let him go? I know I have an addictive personality but can that also apply to people? I have always stayed with people that treat me like shit. First Zac and now the guy I am seeing now isn't a great guy and it could threaten whatever is going on with Tyler and me, but I still go with them all the same. I've done substance rehab, now I need asshole rehab. The hard part with Andrew is that unlike Zac and Luca, I honestly believe that there is a good person in Andrew. And when things were good, I saw that person, or maybe it was all just a lie and I am the idiot that falls for it every time. Because lets face it, when I needed him, he wasn't there. I am holding on to our friendship for dear life and he leaves me hanging. I don't know how to be something he cares about and I shouldn't have to figure out. It's that simple. I just need to detox.
   Having Luca here is bittersweet. He reminds me a lot of Zac, which is a whole subject that still hurts, but Luca is helping. We are enjoying an old pastime. I forgot how much I loved the high. First the tightness of the belt, the sharp sting, and then finally blissful release.

Welcome to the Home Stretch!

   I am so excited that there are only six and a half more weeks until summer!!!! I think I am so happy about this that I am numb to all of the work that I have to crank out between now and then. Thinking about it actually makes me queasy.

• Italian- I honestly have no idea what is going on in this class anymore and I don't think the professoressa does either. She is so scatterbrained that I don't think I could understand her in English, let alone Italian.
• Sociology- With this class I have to laugh to keep from crying. She expects us to read a book a week (at least) and it is the most dry lifeless stuff ever! The good news is that you can bullshit pretty easily. I spent a half hour on my "letter to a Rep" and got an A-. I'll take it.
• Shakespeare- This is by far my most frustrating class. This is what I am supposed to be good at and I can't seem to get a handle on it. I can't even blame it on the fact that it is Shakespeare because I had the same problem last semester. My professor is amazing and she seems like she can really help me. I just hate that this is going over my head and to be frank it is embarrassing as a Lit major.
• Psychology- Just this week we got a "No Computer Rule." I. Am. Going. To. Die. Not because I need a distraction, but I honestly can't write out all of her notes fast enough. And certainly not while dissecting her Puerto Rican accent.
• College Writing- This class is pretty easy. It is all about humor and satire and stand up. She is a tough grader but the work itself isn't tough.

So yeah. That is my life for the next six weeks. But on the bright side my good friend Luca is coming for an extended visit in a few days. That will be fun, he and I can catch up. I suppose I shnahould go actually do some of this work........nah

"I thought I was supposed to go into shock. I'm not in shock. It fucking hurts".

 The quote above pretty much sums up my weekend thus far. The quote itself is from The Departed...

                                                               Enough said

                                                  I'm sorry, what were we talking about?

    Anyway, I watched it because it is the subject of my psychology paper. I have to examine the problem of identity blah blah blah. I also welcome an excuse to watch this movie, it is my favorite movie of all time. Beyond staring at Leonardo DiCaprio for 2 hours the story itself is intense and complex. I have watched it maybe six times and I still pickup new nuances. It is just incredible and I encourage, nay, demand that everyone see it at least once in his or her otherwise pathetic life.
    Facet 2 as to why this quote works- I got the first treatment of  Tattoo Removal  today. Now, I really don't like to think that I am wuss when it comes to needles, I really don't. However, this was not a needle, it was a fucking laser. And it hurt like hell.
    I went in willing and ready. I wanted this thing off my wrist. The same tattooed receptionist was there and he remembered me. I shamelessly flirted while filling out medical forms. Hot, I know, nothing says "do me" quite like "please list all medications you are currently taking." They laser technician was really nice too. As we were walking to the room he was casually telling me about the procedure and also offhandedly showed me where the restrooms were. At the time I thought he was just being courteous. Then came the laser itself. ZAP. Ouch, okay this is really uncomfortable. ZAP. Oh my god is my skin bubbling? ZAP. Everything went white. Not black, white. Somehow I kept myself  up right and from passing out completely. The whole thing took 30 seconds tops but in that short time I was weak, sweating and shaking. I then, thankful for the previous tour, ran to the bathroom and puked.
    Now, I am all bandaged up and my arm is really sore. You know how you burn your tongue on really ho coffee and you just want it to stop, I honestly believe it would have been less painful to cut off my arm. Oh well. It is done. And by the grace of God, I can't do it again for another 2 months. Oh yes, this has to be done about three more times. Bring on the pain.

I'm Sure Two Posts in a Day is Against Some Blog Rule BUT

....So, after seeing Two Gents I was a bit...riled up. In order to get rid of some energy I had Bethesda come over. Let me set a vague stage for you- We are on my bed, I think his shirt got left in the hallway and my dress is at my waist. Well who walks in but my lovely roommate. If we have a guest we have subtle messages we put on the white board. Mine is "Went To Bethesda. Be Back Later." I wrote just that on the board. She strolls in anyway, on the phone of course. She stops, says "Whoa, get a room." and flops onto her bed and continues her conversation in Ukrainian. And that was that. Our fun was over. We decided we should just call it a night and planned next time in his room. Where his roommate has a sense of courtesy and boundaries. My roommate and I are not talking. Only she doesn't know that yet.  

Two of the Most Beautiful Men on the Same Stage

    No, Johnny Depp and Leonardo DiCaprio are not touring the country, but if they were I would be stalking them right this very minute. Instead, I went to go see Two Gentlemen of Verona with my Shakespeare class.It was absolutely amazing! Everything except the dialogue was modernized and they included modern music.Bur my favorite part was the men. Proteus was played by Nick Dillenburg and Valentine was played by Andrew Veenstra. I was drooling over both. I was so happy I wore my push-up bra and low-cut dress. After the show we got to have a talk back with some of the actors. I prayed that they would be two of them to come back. When I saw them stroll onto stage in street clothes I was sweating like a sinner church. Nick was extremely pensive and didn't speak much while Andrew was animated and funny (yes, we are on a first name basis...in my head). They all seem to love what they do and that just makes the whole experience better. None of them were pompous or annoyed and the seemed genuinely interested in answering our questions. Now,  I know this is in my head, but I could have sworn Andrew kept looking at me and smiling as he was answering questions, or not. I know this is just him addressing everyone in the audience like any good actor, but let me dream. Kristina and I are going to try to get cheap tickets for Tuesday nights show. Yes ladies and gents, I am going to see them again ;)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v35wrFKhIoA

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Family Dysfunction

    So my sister spent the past few days with me which was awesome. For the most part she and I get along really well and she was a nice distraction from life. She got in monday night and we just hung out on campus. Tuesday morning we hit the ground running and were at the Spy Museum at ten am. It was awesome! You have to pick from 20 different spy identities and memorize their....I mean your information. I was Angelena Falcone from Marino, Italy. I was a 21 year old travel agent going to Hanoi, Vietnam on "business." After that we headed over to the museum of natural history and saw coral and butterflies and bones and everything else natural. Finally she wanted to see the monuments. All of them. It is a good three mile walk from where we were, around the monuments and back to the metro. But of course we went. And to top the night off we had to have dinner with my uncle and his partner.
  I love Joe and Carlos, I do. They are family so it is kind of obligatory but I always looked up to them. That all changed Tuesday night. For the past few months every time  I see Joe and Carlos take the opportunity to tell me why leaving American University is the biggest mistake of my life, they have a tag team thing going. Anyway, it was Carlos's turn to use his "I used to be a professor at Stanford" tactic. I was getting tired of the whole thing especially because this was the first time they have seen my sister in a while. I told them I had made my decision and nothing short of winning the lottery was going to change it. Joe blew up at me. He said then he could no longer support or associate with someone who will not support herself. He said if someone had asked him three years ago where he thought I'd be today considering my history, he would have told them jail or dead. He said he couldn't believe I was walking away from an opportunity that I probably didn't deserve in the first place. I couldn't say anything. All I could do was stare at him. And not cry. He didn't deserve that. Luckily Carlos took over talking to my sister about her future. She is number 5 in her class, which is amazing, although it is MHS. She has no ambition to do anything really and they are trying to push her down the Ivy league path. I just stared at my water glass until dinner was over.
   The next day Britt and I went to the zoo. It was actually awesome. There is something so serene about the animals in there; orangutans, elephants, pandas, all of them just chilling. If only life were that simple. Then we had to race to the airport so that Britt didn't miss her flight. On the way back to AU something happened.
   Now I may be reading too much into this but- on the metro we were at a stop. Just as a man was racing on the train, the doors closed. Now, on the metro once the doors close, they don't automatically reopen. So the train moved ever so slightly with the man still wedged between the doors. A man sitting in front of me was the only person to jump to his feet. This man was probably in his mid 50's. There were plenty of other younger and closer people to help, but only this man sprung into action. Luckily the doors did reopen and the man was able to slip inside. But this whole encounter got me thinking. We put so much emphasis on the support system that we get from our friends, but it is so refreshing to see that we have hidden angels all around us. I know that  sounds overly-religious but I don't know how else to put it. It is just nice to know that if you were truly in need a stranger would be there for you.

That Sunday Evening Feeling

   This weekend was a lovely reprieve from the stressful asinine world that is American University...and my roommate. I left friday after class and here it is Sunday night and I don't want to go back yet. My aunt was in town and was dog sitting for my uncle. The problem? She isn't really a dog person. So she asked if I could spend the weekend with her to take care of the dog. Like I was going to say no? It has been awesome. A private shower, an adorable dog, free food, and sleeping until two pm. I really don't wanna go back.
  On a separate note, my sister is coming in to town tomorrow until Wednesday. It is going to be hectic but fun just the same. Not to mention, spring break is in 19 days!!!! I am so excited to see my bestest friends in the whole wide world and gossip like no tomorrow.
    I have also decided to throw a huge party this summer. A kickoff to summer if you will. I am very very excited about this and I hope it all works out. It will help focus my ADD and make the time go faster :)

I Am Going To Strangle My Roommate!

 I appreciate that we are both very far away from home. I appreciate that we both have people that we miss terribly and with all our hearts. I do not appreciate her constant need to be on skype or the phone. This semester I am getting a little taste of what Jackie had to go through. She has a new boyfriend who she has to talk to every friggin night. Her mom calls at least twice a day. I wouldn't mind as much if-
a) she was speaking English so that I could eavesdrop
b) she didn't do it 90% of the time she is in the room
c) she didn't talk in all caps...all the time
d) her voice wasn't so friggin annoying. Her voice is shrill at best, she moans and whines like a toddler to her mom and boyfriend. And her laugh? I can only equivocate it to a helium balloon being let out by a person have a seizure...and throw in an orgasm too.
 I really can't take it anymore. I've asked her to tone it down and she just laughs at me. She went into the hall and then our neighbors complained. I just want to finish doing my homework but that is nearly impossible when her voice is louder than the one in my own head.

Here We Go Again...

  I should have known that I wouldn't last long before Karma bit me in the ass. So here's what happened-
      I got this text asking if I was free this Friday. I had no idea who it was so I responded "Depends. Who are you?" This is where it gets good. Turns out it was the guy I "met" at Georgetown last week. How did he get my number you may ask? Apparently I wrote it for him in sharpie on his headboard...Classy, I know. Then came the awkward part. I had to explain to him that I had no actual interest in a relationship. He wasn't game for anything less. Oh well. He has my number if he changes his mind ;)
     But this got me thinking that finding a friend with benefits was going to be harder than I originally thought. Then it hit me. My original  fuck buddy and technically my first friend I made at AU. We were roommates during orientation (yes coed. An experiment that went so well that they are actually allowing it in the fall. Such a shame I am leaving ;) ) Anyway, for those who don't know what happened...the night went very very very very well. I haven't seen him much around campus, then again, being a Lit major means that I am shoved into the corner of campus. But I think he is my best option. He is after all the OFB. Now I just have to find him.

I am probably not legally allowed in Germany...

Or Sweden....Or Thailand....Or the Ukraine...
    I tainted three au pairs and one roommate to drunken American partying. The good news is that I got them all home safe and sound and minus some killer hangovers they will be fine. The other good news is that I have some new friends on the football team at Georgetown University. And my parents said I was too dumb to go there, psh! (Chris/Kevin/Aaron) didn't seem to think I was too dim to find my way around ;)
   The night took a disgusting turn after that. We went to this 24 hour joint called Steak and Egg. It is a dive that makes Denny's seem like a 5 star establishment. However, they do have the best milkshakes in DC. All in all it was a pretty fun night. Corrupting global youth, sex with an athlete, and dessert. Just call me Wonder woman. 

Moving On

   I've lost a lot these past few months. Some of it I am still struggling with, while the rest I've learned to let go. And while I am certain almost all of it will never come back, I am okay. I have faced one of the darkest times in my life and I have finally come out on the other side. For the first time in my life I feel powerful, sexy, independent, worthy, kick-ass, inspired, and like I can do anything in the world. I think I am finally learning to appreciate me. I don't need someone to complete me or make me feel significant. Beyond sex, I don't need a partner. I don't need somebody to love me. I love me.

And So Let The Second Semester Begin

   Winter break is over. This time tomorrow I will be back in DC for 8 consecutive weeks. Hopefully it will fly by. But my motto for 2012 is a positive attitude. Like, I am positive that the work load for this semester is going to be ridiculous. Or I am positive that Zach will call me a minimum of twice a day even though I want nothing to do with him these days. I am also positive that I will never hear from Andrew again. I vow that this is the last mention he will ever receive in this blog (such a shame considering what a high honor it is). As his friend, I just want him to be happy, but if I am no longer needed/wanted for his happiness then I wish he was man enough to just tell me. But I guess that is asking too much.
   On a completely unrelated note, I am going to go all Carrie Bradshaw on your asses and pose various vague and more or less useless questions. If something was going to happen to you, would you want to know? What if it is good? How about bad? What is someone could tell you that you were going to die. And not of old age?* I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Back to DC.

*If this is the case, check to see if you pissed off the mob. They don't fuck around.

Bring It On 2012!

      2011 was not kind to me. Let's face it, 2011 wasn't kind to anyone. But I am so ready for this new year! Just thinking about it makes me eager to jump right in. The way I see it, for the next sixteen weeks I am living in Washington DC taking classes that I actually want to take (Why not? None of my classes transfer to Framingham  anyway). And then summer vacation begins the second week of May. How could I complain?
     2011 was not my year for relationships, romantic or otherwise. But I am letting go of it all. No need to sort through the emotions and "talk it out." It is just time to move on.
    I feel like I can write a book and run a marathon and learn Chinese. In reality I won't do any of these things but the point is that I could If I wanted to. My motto for 2012 is a quote by Jason Mraz-
                            "Here’s to freedom, cheers to art. Here’s to having an excellent 
                                                   adventure and may the stopping never start.” 


Happy New Year!