Summer Goal

Last night I came up with a goal for the summer: fuck Cupie.

These are my reasons.

• He is attractive.
• Apparently he gets around.
• He is hilarious.
• He is awesome.
• He is one of your best friends.
• He will be your roommate.
• I am positive it would piss you off to no end.
• He is the closest I can get to you.

Drunk me decided this was a legitimate goal, and sober me doesn't entirely disagree.

This should make for an interesting summer.

Am I too too Cynical?

I've been questioning my take on the world and if it is appropriate.

Most would say not considering I hate most things...okay, everything.

I think Valentine's Day is the cause of this thought. I've never had a significant other during the holiday, so this could be why I hate the idea of it, but I truly don't believe so. People should spend more than just one concentrated day of romance on their partner.

At least this year most of my friends are single, so I don't have to be the awkward, lonely single who stays behind on the commercially oriented night of romance.

Perhaps this stems from my love life being at a complete stand still for the past 3 1/2 years.

Awesome.

Shit if I know.

But really, am I too cynical for existence?

I am bitterly distrustful of most concepts and ideas these days. The only thing I seem to have continued optimism for is humanity itself, which is a big thing to be in favor of.

I hold the generic ideal that my generation will change the world, and I truly believe it. I've shaved my head for cancer research and dropped mad cash for my collection of TOMS. The people I surround myself with continue my hope of furthering humanitarian kindness and growth, but as for everything else, I could really not be more skeptical.

Maybe I'm not cynical and I just have a strong dislike of what most people enjoy.

Like Glee.

I honestly don't see the link between the Super Bowl and Glee and why they tag-teamed Fox's Sunday Night line-up.

Hmm. Packers pwning the Steelers teamed up with horny teens who do covers of songs written and made famous by other artists. Perfect "mash-up."

I truly can't stand when I hear someone say "This is a Glee song!"

No it's not. Someone else wrote it, sang it, and made it famous way before Glee got to it.

It's like Kidz Bop for hormone-fueled teenagers.

But I admit, there are worse things in life than Glee, and I have nothing against people who enjoy it or act/sing in it. I just dislike what a giant monster it has become and when people shun me for saying I don't watch the show.

Sorry, I did not intend this to be a Glee-bashing post.

I apologize if I have offended anyone.

Really, I am just putting off finishing my summer staff applications.

Christmas Eve

I love being in the dorm when no one is here. It's oddly calming to be in a giant building basically alone.

Tiff-Tiff is working with me over Christmas Break, but she's spending the actual holiday with her family...which leaves me in charge of Angell and the 13 international students who are also staying over break.

Ehh. It's cash monies.

Probably shouldn't have watched The Shining last night before duty, though. I was so creeped out as I was doing rounds in the basement where Rena Angell supposedly haunts.

And now her picture by the desk is creeping on me.

Awesome.

Eventful day.

Woke up to unalarm doors, shoveled around the building for 2 hours, ate a donut with Tiff-Tiff, took a nap, got my car stuck in the parking lot (thank you random international students who helped me out!), went shopping, got stuck in the parking lot again...called UP for that one, and now I am working the desk.

Raking in the cash monies!

It's so weird that just a few days ago this building was full. Then yesterday the 14 of us staff members were trying to chase out the stragglers.

Then all my buddies dipped out for break! Sad bears.

I like the solitude, though. It'll force me to work on my Returner Application. I finally made my decision about applying for Senior Staff. I figured that since Brown Eyes is possibly the pickiest hall director, and he flat out told me he thinks I should apply, I'm going to.

Residence Evil also helped in making that decision. If I can coordinate that shit show...

Yay!

Kind of a secret though...I don't want my other friends that are applying to think I'm stuck up because I'm applying for a higher position.

Uggghh! Still an hour left of my shift, another shift at 8, and then duty!

But Dad is coming down tomorrow. Yay!

Shit Shit Guys

Rando thoughtsies:

I've decided I'm not going to my English class any more. Given, I only have two more classes of it, but I hate that professor with a fierce and fiery passion.

I should start chronicling my life as an RA. I find it highly interesting, but then again, it is my life.

Last night we had staff meeting. We went over closing procedures and what we have to do for check-outs and check-ins. Why do I feel like I'm going to mess this up badly? I don't want to let Brown Eyes down, but somehow I kinda feel like I will...

T and I went to Sanford Hall Council where we got to here their HD bitch them up one side and down the other. Glad our hall can hold its shit together...and not shit on the floor like some of the Sanford residents do. Wow.

Getting in gear for Residence Evil. I'm kinda freaking out for it considering I am the lead of the program and this is its first year in action. Fuck if I mess this shit up.

I threw a decapitated doll into Brown Eyes' office. His response, "Awesome." Then I threw in the head-- "Even better."

Love him.

Stayed up as per usual with Haroon and Beckles. They are the reason I get no sleep...and not to mention Weird Beard, but he was busy or something. Pff.

We discussed boys and how Brown Eyes needs to hire SINGLE, attractive men.

I'm on dutwaw this weekend. Awesome. I realz hope that it is not as bad as last weekend. Residence Evil on Saturday. Kye-Kye and I get walkie-talkies because we're bamf like that. Seriously, I'm freaking my shit out. Brown Eyes won't be there and it's kind of all on Kye-Kye and me. But yay for being covered in blood, decked out in zombie gear while on duty.

SHIIIIITT.

Backsies

It has been quite some time. What else is there to say.

Why am I here?

Because I'm in a cynical mood.

Perhaps I should start this again. As I remember, it was quite the therapy. But then again, I am a different person than who I used to be: I'm happier.

Should I be serious or dick around as per usual?

Am I ever serious?

What shall I talk about?

First thought: Jeff's Beard.

Hmm. So where am I now...

Attending University of Wisconsin-La Crosse and having one hell of a time.

I am majoring in Biology with a concentration in Biomedical Sciences and a minor in German Studies.

I work for the on campus in the Office of Residence life in the glorious Angell Hall as a Resident Assistant. My life is weird because I live where I work. I love the people around me. Other than my family, my staff team is possibly the 13 most influential people around me.

I am looking toward my future. I am planning on getting my masters in genetics research or biomedical research in some yet undetermined university on the East Coast.

I am perpetually single.

I nap like it is my job.

My favorite activity is bitching, but realistically, what else is new?

That is where I am, and it is where I am most comfortable.

Friday Night

All my friends are out tonight despite the fact we decided this would be a quiet weekend filled with cleaning and naps.
I REALLY didn't want to go out tonight.

So what am I doing? Sitting at home (yes, I refer to my dorm as "home") doing chemistry.
Why?
For some messed up reason I officially enjoy doing chemistry. Legit.
So in high school I hated chemistry. Now I'm seriously considering declaring it as my major.

I figured it out how many hours a week I spend on chemistry alone:

Lecture: 3 hours
Discussion: 1 hour
Lab: 3 hours

I work 8 hours a week and the only thing I do at work is chemistry homework...so tack on another 8 hours.
So far we're at 15 hours of chemistry. Take into consideration the time I spend in my room going over our in-class problems sheets.

We're talking close to 16-17 hours a week on one subject.
AND I FUCKING LOVE IT.

So let's recap.
I'm sitting in my dorm all by myself on a Friday night waiting for my two best friends to get back (drunk) so I can take care of them.

I feel like I'm the only one in my cube right now.
FACT.

So Eoj promised me he would drunk text me. I love Eoj's drunk texts. They're my favs.
I promised him I would leave me door unlocked tonight so he can come over and we can FINALLY have our slumber party.

So who's this Eoj character?
My best friend that's who. Haha.

Okay, so Anelram is my bff, but Eoj is a close second.

So let's talk about Eoj.
The only reason I started talking to him is because he's dead sexy.
I tell him this every day, and he STILL does not believe me.
Anelram, Eoj, and I cuddle on a daily basis. Greatest part of my day is just chilling on "the fut" having tickle fights.
And then Eoj and Anelram get angry because I'm not ticklish.

Grrr. It's like 12:30 and no one is back yet.
And the worst part--all my chemistry is done.
Test on Friday! Happy birthday to me.

I just want Anelram and Eoj to come back so we can have our girls' night!

Wait! Yay for texts form Bush Diver!
Now I have someone to have some funsies with!

I'm ghost like Swayze.

Okay...

I love my friends.
Went to a party...made out with an Asian guy named Ku. Hmm...
And Anelram dropped the pizza.
I fell down the stairs twice.
Thud.
Thud.
My finger and my ankle hurt.
And Eoj is in my damn chair.
Pff. Eoj.

Ahh!

Wow.
So I've been back to school for a week and I have more homework than I have time for.
My English professor assigned 80 pages to read and a paper on the first day. Now I have about 150 pages to read and like 2 papers to write for this weekend.

Last semester was so laid back it was ridiculous! Now I don't even have time to think...or sleep.
First week and I already miss sleep.

So my classes are German, Chemistry, English, Dance, and Theater.

Grrrrr!

That's all I have to say.

One wicked night or two *Edited Version*

I went to Winona with Peanuts and Anelram (my best friend from high school and my best friend from college...best of both worlds).
Peanuts introduced me to a guy she knew I would instantly find attractive. Needless to say, I pineappled Ron Burgundy.
I wasn't planning on drinking at the party. I hate drinking. It's just not my thing, but we were celebrating the end of the semester. Peanuts knew everyone there, and it was a lot of fun. But I like to dance and no one was dancing, so our small group just found a little section of basement and started dancing to the music. No bigs.
I pulled a dollar bill out of Ron Burgundy's boxers with my teeth.
And then the alcohol kicked in.
Peanuts disappeared, so it was just Anelram, Ron Burgundy, and myself. We just danced in a triangle. Somehow we were all over eachother just dancing and singing like we were the best of friends.
Ron Burgundy was so drunk, and Anelram was tipsy. I pecked Anelram on the lips just as a joke, and Ron Burgundy said he wanted some, so I did the same to him. I later on found out that he was talking to Anelram.

I was having so much fun. Ron Burgundy's attractiveness was just making things so much better. He was very nice, and I understood why Peanuts wanted me to meet him. I'm sure he was the only reason I was upright most of the night. Leaning against him helped, and he always danced low so that we were closer in height. I love it when people do that for me.

And then he was gone. I was all by myself in the basement of this house. I was content just sitting on the floor watching the beer-pong tourny. These 3 guys came up and started talking to me. They were very nice, but I crawled away to find the others.
I went to the second floor and found Peanuts sleeping. Then I saw Anelram and Ron Burgundy come out of the bathroom together...which lead me to start asking awkward questions. We were making our way downstairs when the 3 guys came back and started harrassing me. By then I had no clue what was going on, but they started saying that they all had girlfriends and that I shouldn't flirt with them, but I had barely talked to them and it had been mostly about how happy we were that the semester was over. I was confused, but Ron Burgundy took my hand and we were dancing again. We were passing the apple pie back and forth just sniffing the way it smelled like cinnamon and tasted like apple juice. Then someone threw up and Ron Burgundy and I were trying to get around to go back upstairs. Someone was in the bathroom throwing up and I recognized it as a girl I had met earlier in the night, so I went in and tried to take care of her. Something told me that I had puke on me, so I spent a lot of time washing any exposed skin. And then we were leaving. Sober Man made sure we were all secured into the car and we were on our way. Somehow Ron Burgundy and I were having a full-on conversation in German (apparently my German is better when I'm drunk...I may not remember genders, but for some reason I can formulate sentences really well :P)
Then he started speaking Chinese and I was lost. I haven't met many people who can speak Chinese, but apparently he can. When we got back to the dorm I was really confused because we were on the third floor, but I knew Peanuts didn't live on the third floor. Apparently the decision of me sleeping in Ron Burgundy's room was made without my knowledge. Somehow my bag of stuff was already in his room, so I changed into my pajamas, but it took me forever to find out how to put my pants on. And then Anelram was there too. And Ron Burgundy wasn't wearing any clothes besides boxers. So we all cudled on the little bed and attempted to watch Anchorman. Anelram climbed up on the top bed to go to sleep and Ron Burgundy followed her. I didn't like being alone. I was so angry. I started talking about pineapples so Anelram would get the hint, but she never got up. I got up and left. I was walking down the hallway trying to find somewhere to go. I sat on the floor and waited for Anelram to come find me so I could yell at her. But no one came.
I started to fall asleep in the hallway, but then Ron Burgundy was there pulling me up. Still in his boxers. He said something about Anelram, and I got the idea. He put me back in the lower bunk and climbed back on the top.
And then I had a tantrum.
I threw myself on the floor (which is probably why my back is killing me) and started bad-mouthing myself. So he put me back in the bed and stood next to me promising that in the morning he would make me oatmeal. He stayed next to the bed for a really long time, but finally he kissed me cheek and went back up to where Anelram was passed out. I fell asleep for roughly an hour. I woke up sobbing because I had a nightmare. To add to it, I was still incredibly drunk and couldn't remember where I was. Anelram popped her head over mine, and then I started screaming how much I hated her. She came down (closely followed by Ron Burgundy) and sat with me while I cried over my nightmare. Then we started a new movie and Anelram went to bed again. I kept complaining about how bad I smelled, so Ron Burgundy gave me some Axe deoderant to use. I don't remember why, but Ron Burgundy kept pulling down his boxers to show me his buttcrack. He climbed back up with Anelram and I bitched about having to sleep by myself. We went to bed at around 6:00am. I woke up and I felt perfect (with the exception of my back). No hangover, which was very surprising. Ron Burgundy, on the other hand, was not as lucky. Anelram was somewhere, and Ron Burgundy and I were just sitting having a conversation. Then I asked the million dollar question: "Do you remember my name?"
He still couldn't get my name right. But at least calling me Marie was closer than Marlena...which he had been calling me earlier. We kept joking around about things that had happened at the party. He appeared very embarrassed over many things (like showing me his buttcrack). It was fun again. Anelram just sat there while we talked for the most part. And FINALLY, he put on a pair of pants.
And then we left.
Anelram, Peanuts, and I talked.

Anelram told me that earlier in the night Ron Burgundy asked if they could fool around, and she told him no because I pineappled him. He was angry because I wasn't the one he would have picked.
Looking back at it sober I don't know how I didn't realize that Ron Burgundy wasn't into me but rather Anelram.

Something along these same lines happened about a month into the school year. I met this guy named Kyle, and I thought he was very nice. But he went for Anelram instead.

When we were at the party I thought he was actually interested in me but no. I was wrong.
I had also thought Kyle might have liked me a little when I first met him, but I was wrong there too.

Always wrong.

It appears that every girl I talk to has some sort of boy options. I have none.
For a while I was happy about it. Nothing to make me sad. But now I am sad for that very reason.
I hate it.
Is it wrong of me to want male attention? I honestly can't tell you the last time I was flirted with. Well...maybe with Aeropostale before we started dating...like two years ago.

Depressing.

I think I need uglier friends.
And it probably doesn't help that the only guys I hang around with are man-sluts who are always surrounded by pretty girls.

Piercings and Pineapples

So I'm pretty sure most people know that I was in La Crosse for roughly a week before I wandered into a tattoo/piercing parlor.
I like having my nose pierced...except for when I blow my nose and the stud gets stuck in the Kleenex and rips out.
Not so hot.

So last night Anelram and I were like, "Hey, let's get pierced again."
Anelram is like addicted to piercings...she has quite a few.
We were trying to convince Er-Er to get her cartilage pierced (she chickened out last time).

So what did I decide to get pierced?
Hmm.

I've lost some weight since being in college (kinda the reversal from most people I've talked to).
When I packed clothes to come here, I actually packed pants that were way too small for my fat ass...however, when I where those pants I now have to also wear a belt.

Do not get me wrong, I am by no means skinny.
I'm okay.
So I decided to get my belly-button pierced.

So I'm filling out the form thing, and I was like, "I should be scared or something right now...but I'm not."
I have decided that I like getting pierced.

So the guy put the clamp thing on my skin...that hurt the most. He was like, "Okay breath in...breath out...one more time...hold it...and I'm putting in the stud."
I didn't even feel the needle go in. The clamp masked the feeling.

My nose most deffinately hurt more...but that was also more awkward...

So...

That brings us to pineapples.
As related to "Pineapple Situations."
Used in "Pineapple! Pineapple! The platypus is eating the pineapple!"

Pineapple basically means dibbs.

Anelram and I had to figure out a codeword for our situations.

So I liked this guy...Yle. And she liked him, but I met him first. Well...they had sex. And I lied to her and told her I didn't care about it.
She recently found out that I did care, and now she feels bad.

So. She told me that I need to tell her when I like a guy so she doesn't have sex with him first.
Problem:
She moves quickly. (joke)

So our thing now is that I have to call pineapple and she'll lay off.
But for some reason she keeps calling pineapple. Why, I do not know. Every guy we've met has been interested in her, so she doesn't need to call pineapple.

So that is the art of the pineapple.

Sad thing is...I've only pineappled two guys. One I plan on never seeing ever again...and I'm pretty sure the other has a thing for a girl down the hall.

Anelram's pineapple situations are turning out much better than mine.

Why I try, I don't even know.