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.