Because I'm self-wallowing.

I spilled my heart out to you over Christmas, and you did the same. Just the two of us left alone in the hall, we were bound to spill our innermost secrets. We were already so close after living together and working together. This was different, I felt like our friendship reached a whole new level and you were someone I could truly confide in.

You shared your secret loves with me; you told me how you felt about someone with classy bone structure. I held back. I don't like talking about how I feel about him with other people.

However, I broke down one night in the leadership study and told you about how much I care for him, how much he means to me.

Two days later his girlfriend broke up with him. You told me that now was my chance. He was single, and I was the first person he told.

He and I talked every single day of break. He texted me when he was hurt and angry. I was the person who distracted him from the breakup. He went from being my best friend to the best friend I've ever had.

After we got back to school, he told me he didn't want any more relationships--that he wanted to wait and be single for a while. Understandable.

Months passed, and his and my friendship grew stronger. He and I spent damn-near every waking moment together. There was no possible way he didn't know how I felt about him.

His and your friendship blossomed too. The three of us started a bond and it was always fun to be together watching movies or hanging in the lobby.

The staff meeting that Hannah made us write down our frustrations and burn them was the night I found out. I wrote down three frustrations: chemistry, Sam, and him. I liked him so much, and all I wanted was for him to show a glimmer that he felt the same. I wrote his name on the slip of paper, put it in the bag, and watched it burn. The frustration didn't go away, I just thought about it all night through hall council. Afterwards, you were telling me the frustrations you burned: Sam, and Madi. Funny how we both put Sam's name in. We talked abut that situation and how much you hate Sam.

Then I wanted to talk about my frustrations with him. About how much I care for him, and how much it eats me up inside. I said one sentence about him, and you changed the subject.

Clearly, you didn't want to talk about him.

And then I realized. You like him too.

I paid it no heed. He's amazing; its difficult not to like him.

Then the cuddling increased. I would walk into his room and the two of you would be cuddling on his futon. Not really an indicator of anything. You're a self-proclaimed cuddle whore. After he and Brittany broke up, he started cuddling with everyone. Everyone except me. I distanced myself and said I didn't like to cuddle. The truth was, I knew that his arms around me would mean something different for me, so I thought it best to leave myself out of it.

I don't exactly remember where in the timeline Spring Break happened. I was supposed to be at home for my birthday. Instead, I drove 3.5 hours back to La Crosse to spend it with him. He was working alone in Angell, and I wanted to spend my time with him. We spent every waking moment together--literally. I imagined that's how it would be if he and I were together. A fun little fantasy. The night of my birthday came, and the whole 2 hours I was downtown I wanted to leave, because I knew he was back at Angell. At Bodegas Michelle asked me if I could ever see anything happening with him. Only a handful of people knew how I felt, and she wasn't one of them. I confided in Michelle about my feelings for him. I told her how much I care about him, and I just couldn't stop talking. I blabbed out everything. She is a very good listener. She gave me the support no other friend previously had--not even you.

I went back that night and sat in his room and giggled hysterically about everything. I fell asleep on his futon and woke up to him covering me up. I looked up and saw he was wearing his glasses. I then proceeded to tell him how adorable he is and how cute he is when he wears his glasses. He was in his bed laughing at me. I read the duty log he had just written, and I put to memory what he wrote. "Best part of your day: Spending the day with my best friend Mari, who is now asleep on the futon."

The summer came, and I had to spend two weeks living an hour and ten minutes away. Apparently you took my place and spent all your time with him. I thought back to you liking him, and realized that something else was going on. He stopped texting me so much, and so did you. It's like I was written out of our friendship.

I wanted to talk to you in person about what was going on, so I sent you my work schedule so we could hang out together. We made plans to hang out, but you planned other things. Then we scheduled dinner. The night of I texted you, and your response was that a bunch of people were coming. I had intended this to be the time we talk about what was going on.

You clearly didn’t want to be alone with me.

That evening he and you had plans to watch a movie. I was awkwardly invited along as the third wheel. I sat in your room on the opposite bed as you two sat on yours. The movie was awesome, but I could hardly concentrate because I was too busy thinking about what was going on between the two of you. I was gone for a week, and already I was left out of all the jokes and shunned as a second-rate friend.

That night, he and I left together. I gave him a ride to his car, and told him I wanted to give him his birthday present. He seductively asked what it was, and I was shocked he made a joke like that to me. At that moment I wanted just to kiss him, but the feeling I had previously flitted through my head, and I knew something was going on between the two of you. I gave him his present and he thanked me and did the customary, "You didn't need to get me a present."

The next day I decided to look at likealittle. Something I don't do very often. There was a post about a girl liking her guy friend, and wanting to take it to the next level. I knew that it was you who posted it. After all, you had posted a few other posts about liking him throughout the year. One of the comments stated that you didn’t know what to do, because you THOUGHT one of your friends also liked him. I had a comment to say about that one...you didn’t think, you knew.

I spent my entire day off moping around the house. My aunt asked me what was wrong. I told her I had a headache. How was I supposed to express my actual thoughts: I’m in love with my best friend, and he’s seeing my other friend who knows exactly how I feel about him. I decided to wait and see how long it took for someone to bring it up to me. After all, someone had to tell me some time, and there was no use crying over something I wasn’t positive on. For all I knew, I was making this all up.

The next night was his birthday. I was running late to dinner due to work, and I knew that it was going to be awkward between you and I. I didn’t want to see you. I walked in, and you were sitting next to him. Of course you were. That night I forced his attention on me. He and I were waiting at the bar at Cocos, and he told me I was pretty. It was like how it used to be. All his jokes were told to me, and we laughed at everything. Then again, he and I were the drunkest. I texted him from the bathroom that I’m glad he’s my best friend. A few minutes later I asked him who he was texting, he giggled, and said, “you.” I held onto his arm the entire way back to campus; partially because he kept weaving into the street, and partly because I just wanted to hold onto him. He and I held hands for about 20 seconds before he decided he wanted to start running to get to a bathroom faster. That was the best part. Holding his hand for 20 seconds: the most joy I’ve felt in a long time.

Then we got back to Sanford, and he slept in your bed with you. I lay in Becky’s room. I drunkenly blurted out, “I think something is going on between him and her. But he paid more attention to me tonight, but he’s in her bed. She and I are even.” Nobody corrected me. Becky gave me her opinion, and we went to bed. I couldn’t sleep at all.

My thoughts of anger continued to grow. I continually argued with myself if there was something happening between the two of you. At moments I thought yes, others I thought I was being silly. I spent most of my time thinking about it, and my dreams were haunted by the thought of it.

We had our Angell Hall reunion movie night, and from outside Jeff’s apartment I could see you snuggled into the crook of his arm. In the car it almost looked like you were holding hands. I figured I was being ridiculous. Then there were the comments during the movie. Everything you said he laughed at. Everything that I said he either ignored or belittled. I sat there next to him thinking of the conversation I wanted to have with him, but it’s been such a long time since he and I had been alone together.

What was happening with my best friend? After I left I texted him if he was mad at me for some reason. He assured me, he wasn’t.

That night I had a nightmare about it. I woke up during the night and wanted to call you and have you assure me nothing was happening between the two of you. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t do anything.

I knew something was going on between you, it was only a matter of time of when I found out officially.

Why hadn’t you told me yet? You know how I feel about him. To save our friendship, you should have told me at the beginning that something was happening. How could you do this to me? You crossed a line and thought nothing about me.

He should have told me. He’s my best friend. He tells me everything. The only reasons I can think of for him not telling me is that he knows how much it will hurt me. He knows how much I care. He should have told me. Telling me would have been better.

And so we come to this morning. I was calm. I knew I wanted to talk to you in person, but my attempts at that didn’t work. I took a shower and was getting dressed. I walked over to my phone and texted you if I could ask you a question. You took forever to respond with “yeah.” I asked if something was going on between you two. I started cutting my nails to distract myself from waiting for your response. My phone buzzed, but I couldn’t look. I finished trimming one hand of nails. I felt that I was going to look at my phone and see something along the lines of, “Of course not, silly!” And all my worrying and crying would have been in vain, and life would return to normal.

That’s not what I saw. Your response was, “ Do you want to know over text or do you want to talk in person?”

That’s what I thought, you fucking whore.

I tried to continue cutting my fingernails, but I was shaking too much. Shaking with sadness, rage, and betrayal. I cut my finger I was shaking so much.

You told me we could talk tomorrow. I want to talk sooner. I’m not going to spend my day with this in my head. I want you to see the hurt and pain on my face.

Amazingly I have kept myself from crying. I’m bottling it up for when I see you. I want you to know exactly how much you’ve hurt me.

I turned on Harry Potter, and have had it playing on my laptop as I write this. I’ve told no one. When I’m hurt I always confide in someone. Too bad the two people I go to are the ones who are causing this.

There’s really no one else I can talk to. I hardly know the roommate who is watching TV downstairs, I can’t talk to any of our friends, because I’m sure they’ll take your side. After all, you’ve had a hard year. You’ve had a breakup and went through your best friend dating the guy you hate.

You’ve had a hard year, I can imagine. Well guess what, you took away from me the best friend I’ve ever had. You took my friend away from me. I know nothing was ever going to happen between us, I settled on that thought a long time ago. But you took him, his and my friendship can never be the same.

And you took something else from me. You took our friendship. You and I will never be the same. I hope you thought this through before you acted. I hope you thought about the anguish that you were going to put me though.

And so I sit here and wait. Waiting for you to text me that you’re done with work so we can talk. I work at 4, and it’s almost 1. I have a feeling you’re going to put this off.

Thanks for thinking of me, you selfish slut.

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.

Mixture

I'm not quite sure how to feel right now.

Happy beyond all reason

...or...

Pissy beyond comprehension.

So I hate going to class on Fridays.

I have a class from 8:50-9:45
a class from 9:55-10:50
a class from 11:00-1:oo
and then I work from 1:00-3:00.

My roommates both have one class on Fridays and it's an afternoon class.

So when I get home I just want to eat, take a nap, and read.
I'm chubby...so I get cranky when I don't get to eat all day.
Usually I don't get to do that because a trip to the mall or some sort of other engagement is already planned.

Today I got to nap.
Hardly...but I still got one in.

I was soooo... hungry today. I was told that we would be going to Tequilia's (dirt cheap Mexican restaurant next to campus).
I was excited...

Nope. Plans change.

Get into slutty costume (naughty nurse...that I still have on as I type this).
Get pissed off. I couldn't find my white tank top I was going to wear underneath it.

Surprising. I did laundry yesterday and when I went to go get my clothes the dryer was already opened a little. I didn't think anything of it...but since I'm missing clothes I'm pretty much just irate about that.

So I put make up on. Not good. Face is all splotchy and eyebrows needed to be plucked.

So I'm getting ready, and then my roommates leave. I have no clue where they went. So I'm wandering the halls dressed as a whorey nurse looking for them.
I find them.

New plan:
Find a party.

Translation for me:
Watch them get drunk and babysit them.

*Flashback to last weekend*

We walked to a party like 20 minutes away from campus. Long walk. So I was the only one who paid attention to the people leading the way.
Good thing I was also the one who stayed sober.
So Anelram is all over the place making friends left and right downing one after another...
Er-Er had like a quarter as much as Anelram but was by far the worst. I was afraid she was going to barf all over herself. Then she got mauled by some creeper. Lucky for her I was there to be like, "Dude, back off my friend!"
It took forever for me to get them back to campus. La Crosse isn't a huge city, but it's a hell of a lot bigger than P-Town.
So I get them back to the dorm and tuck them in (making sure that a garbage can is ready).

Don't get me wrong...it was a lot of fun before it got too crazy.
I grinded with someone I can't quite recall the name of. I shall call him Green Shirt Man.
Green Shirt Man was there with his girlfriend. She went to the bathroom. He came up to me and said, "My girlfriend is in the bathroom. I want to dance with you."

Hilarious.
I was trying to actually dance. He just wanted to "back-side dance" as Er-Er drunkenly calls it.

Back to the present.

So then we were like, "Hey, it's only like 8:30...there's no parties yet."
There's a dance party going down in the basement...kinda wish I was there right now instead of here :(

So we go down there.
Bad news:
I'm not wearing enough clothes to shake it how I do.
And I had half the contents of my purse shoved in my cleavage...money, student ID, keys, hair tie, chapstick, and pepper spray.
Trust me...that's quite an accomplishment...especially when you take into consideration that my boobs just aren't that big. But hey...I stocked thos B-cups. Haha.

So we're all dancing and having some funsies.
I'm actually having fun compared to the whole getting ready fiasco.

Then I was like, "I'm going to the bathroom to fix my hair." I do that. Come back with a cute little bun, and everyone I was with is GONE. Seriously. So I'm like WTF bitches? So I walk from the basement to the 4th floor looking for them (AGAIN). I was bitching to my RA about how my roommates ditched me when Er-Er pops out from a random room and was like, "Oh."
So they were like, "We didn't know where you went, so we left."
Totally forget the part where I said where I was going. They didn't know what I ment by "bathroom."
And they're kinda annoyed that I was pissed about something so small.

So I go back to the dance and guess what...
Mr. UW-La Crosse came down.
Legit...he was actually in the Mr. UW-La Crosse pageant last year AND WON.

Background on Mr. UW-La Crosse
He's attractive.
He's the RA for 3B (I'm in 4B for referencing purposes)
Great dancer.
Knows the entire Thriller dance (it was his talent for the pageant or something...IDK...It's on YouTube)

So he comes down there dressed as...well...Michael Jackson in Thriller. And he totally has a mini-afro.

*Flashback to last night*

We've been playing "Sock Assassins" since about Tuesday.

Basic premise of Sock Assassins:
You are given a slip of paper with someone's name on it. You must "assissinate" them by throwing a sock at them. However, there are rules...you must be invited into their room, it cannot be during quiet hours...and a few more.

So the guy who has been trying to assassinate me is GORGEOUS. He's always creeping around my room trying to get at me. He missed me the other day...well, he hit someone who wasn't me (which gives me a 5 minute grace period to get away).
So I had a little convo with him. He said that Mr. UW-La Crosse was his RA and was very much pushing that he kill me.

So my RA (who is tight with Mr. UW-La Crosse) suggests that I bargain with Mr. UWL to commit suicide in exchange for a hug.

Hell yeah.

So he came up and was immediately swarmed by all the girls on my floor. (Seriously...he's that attractive)
Then he admitted that he couldn't remember all our names (my roommates and myself).
Then he got all cute and was like, "Um...I feel bad if you die just for a hug."
And then he gave me a hug anyway.
My roommate has a picture. (Check Facebook)
And then someone gave him a massage and was making sex sounds (hilarious, but completely irrelevant...much like most of this post)

Back to tonight.

I was walking down the stairs, and I totally saw my assassin. But he didn't have any socks.
So we walked down to the dance party together.
Then I was talking to Mr. UWL and I was like, "You didn't tell Assassin the bargain, did you?"
And then there was much freaking out of my assassin saying "Why didn't you take the deal?"
And then some more things were said which changed Mr. UWL's opinion. Then HE was begging ME for a hug.
So there I was wearing my naughty nurse costume that barely covers my lower back HUGGING Mr. UWL who was wearing the tightest pants I've ever seen.

So then I committ suicide. Assassin killed me with my own sock.
Highly epic.

So I'm kinda upset my roommates ditched our plans and then ditched out on me.

But...I am in blissful happifullness thinking about the fact that I got not one but TWO hugs from a beautiful, beautiful man.

Shhh!

I'm drunk right now.
Wow.
Erin can't get me in bed.
Thaat's what she's saying to her parents tonight.
Why is the rum gone?
Rum burns my throat.
Erin?

I love Erin?
I think I blacked out for a little bit.
'Cause Erin was next to me and then she was at her desk.

And now she's at her desk talking to her mom and or dad.

She says I'm plastered.

Anelram is like talking to Kyle. Kyle is such a good guy, but she's going to like reak it to him that she does not want a relationship.

He's so nice. He picked me up and he carried him.

Yuma is such a nice guy. His name is Yuma. He is from Japan. He went to an all Japanese party tonight, but apparently he told Kyle that he would do me.

That's weird 'cause I only talked to him about his classes and stuff.
He's in macro economics or something.

He was so cute, but I'm pretty sure his watch was a girl's watch.

I can totally edit my own spelling when I'm drunk.
Drunk shouldn't be capitalized...

I really hope Kyle...Yle....'if we're still playing Circle of Death...walks Marlena back...'cause the Campus Police said girls should not walk alone.

Obama confiscated my pepper spray. I saw McCain today.
I was scared 'cause I can't keep my mouth shut and I kept saying that Republicans lie. They told me at the Republican headquarters that everyone would have a seat but they lied.

I couldn't sit down.

Er-Er keeps kicking my computer closed.

I love Er-Er.

She's keeping me from being \

She has a Spanish shirt on.

I speak German.
Yuma speaks German too. His mother is German.

Um, CSI Miama is on. It's like 1 in the morning.

I met Kyle first. And then 'cause Marlena is pretty he liked her and not me.
But that's okay, 'cause I'm okay with that.

Um. I'm okay. Er-Er is great.
Tracy is in my pre-calc class with Dr. Kelly.

Tracy has great boobs.

I talked to Craig, but sometimes I feel sad.
Goodnight.

Er-Er says 'night.

Hehe.
Shhhhhhh.

I love you, readers...even though I have few.

McCain would make a good president, but I am probably going to vote for Obama...'cause I feel Obama has a better economic policy.

I read the newspapers.
I read CNN.com

I am a well-iinformed individual. Um. Um. Um.

Where's Marlena?
Shhhh.

Boys and Obama

I'll start out with Obama.

He had a rally in La Crosse today.
I totally went and I saw him for like half a second 'cause I'm little and people in crowds are rude and decide to stand inftont of a person half their height.
Great speech.
I bought a pin.
My pepper spray (that my dad requested I carry with me at all times) was confiscated at security.
There were a bunch of middle schoolers there. I couldn't really understand why...especially since they can't vote. But then there was this guy yelling at them a lot...they were on a field trip. They couldn't have cared less.
Seriously. They just talked the entire time and I was like, "Ahhh...shut up...I can't even hear the speech over you're stupid giggling about Hannah Montana!"
And whenever anyone would clap they would all freak out like they were showing off...too bad they didn't even know what he was talking about.

Okay. Onto the boy front.
I am officially the master. I went from loser girl who can't talk to guys...to the master...well...kinda back down to a loser again. But that's okay 'cause I have a story.

So it's Oktoberfest, which means lots of drinking and hardcore partying. So in my dorm they decided to throw a dance party as an alternative to going out and getting trashed. So my roommates and I went.
We joined a random circle of people and started dancing in the middle of it...'cause we're cool like that.
Well, there was this cute guy...I shall call him Green Shirt. I couldn't tell if he was actually dancing with anybody or not...but he was with this weird guy.
The weird guy kept mocking Anelram every time she pulled out a sweet dance move.
Whatever.
So she and I were pulling out our Night at the Roxbury moves hardcore. And Roommate #4 was like, "I have to call my boyfriend now." 'cause let's face it...she's whipped like a man. Then Anelram was like, "I'm all sweaty." So she left.
Then Er-Er and I were getting our dance on...and she decided to leave.
So I was randomly dancing around by myself. Then my RA and hot RA from 3B was dancing with me (and my roommates were jealous 'cause Hottie 3B RA is #1 on the list).
Anyway.
I closed the dance party. So I was walking to my cube and then the guy who was mocking Anelram's moves came out of a corner door and was like, "Dude, we just went in a circle!"
And then I was like, "Um, the stairs are here. It's not hard to find...there's 3 sets." And then he told me he was from a diff. hall. (I shall call him Game) Pff.
And then he followed me and said he heard the party was in my room.
He had 2 friends with him (one was Green Shirt).
So I walk up to our room and Anelram wasn't there, but Er-Er had like JUST gotten out of the shower and was combing her hair, and I come in with
NOT ONE
NOT TWO
BUT THREE BOYS

And then they left to go to this girl's room down the hall.

Then um....Bandana came up and he insisted that we watch this sweet movie. So Bandana, Anelram, and I are chillaxin' on the futon watching a movie and Er-Er was sleeping.

The instant that Bandana leaves Game walks in the room. And remember Anelram had not been there when he was there earlier. So he's talking to me like we've known eachother forever (he is VERY outgoing) and then the 3 of us are just chillin' on the futon. Then I was like, "Hey, what happend to the other two guys you were with?"
And then he made a phone call and they were instantly knocking on our door. Green Shirt like collapsed on the floor and the other guy, Ireland, crumpled onto the bean bag. So we're talking about very awkward things and then Er-Er rolls over and wakes up.

When she went to bed Bandana had been there, but now there were 3 guys there. Wow.
And then Game was like, "Hey, Ireland, you should cuddle with Er-Er."
So he climbs up into her bed and starts spooningn with her.
Poor Er-Er.

So we looked up this thing on the internet called the "Birmingham Bootycall."
Don't ask.
But Game kept teasing Green Shirt that he had done it with a girl...which was weird.

So I went to the bathroom and when I came back Game was in bed with Anelram and Green Shirt was passed out on the floor.

So while I was gone they all decided to have a "Cuddle Party."

WHAT?!?!

So I had to cuddle with the guy on the floor. I grabbed a blanket off my bed (which is NOT stable for 2 people unlike the other ones) and sat next to him.
Then it got weird. I had to tell him that the blanket that he had wrapped around him was the "cum blanket."

Then I had to explain WHY it was called the cum blanket.

So he and I were like laying a foot apart on the floor and I could totally hear Anelram and Game talking "weirdly" on her bed. Then I started laughing left for a little bit. So when I came back, Game and Ireland had to use the bathroom. And then Anelram and Er-Er are like "We do too!"

So Green Shirt and I are just chillin' on the floor. Then we climbed onto the futon. The guys came back and were being weird and teasing Green Shirt.

So then it was finally time to go to sleep...at roughly 4 in the morning. After laying there for like 15 minutes, Green Shirt put his arm around me, and I was like giggling on the inside.

And then we were spooning. And I was trying not to laugh out loud. Then he fell asleep and rolled over.
But I couldn't sleep.
Why?

Well, the futon is directly under Anelram's bed. She and Game were...well, not sleeping.

So I fell asleep eventually, and in the morning when Ireland woke up and decided to wake up everyone else...they left.
But before they left, Green Shirt actually shook my hand.

Hahahahahahahaha.

Then I confronted Anelram and I was like, "You know I heard everything, right?" And she's like, "yeah, I thought I could hear you laughing."

That was Saturday, and I never expected to see these guys again. I'm pretty sure Green Shirt was disguested by me.

Since then, Game has been texting Anelram NONSTOP. It's cute.
Today it was insanely cold in our room and neither one of us wanted to get up (Er-Er was still in class), so we called Game to come over and shut our window.
He did.

I'm sure I'll be seeing PLENTY of Game around the room if he's into Anelram.

So this has been an eventful week.
I spooned with a stranger and saw Barack Obama

I'm guessing no one reads this any more

I <3> Fo' sho.
My roommates are freaking awesome.

And I dedicate this to Princess Anelram (you know who you are).

"And I was like...EMILIO!"

So yeah. A tripple rocks. We even have a 4th and a 5th roommates that spend time chillin' in 424B.

Er-Er and I seem to be somewhat boy deficient. No joke.
Okay. Let's be real here--I am boy deficient. She has options.

There are so many cute boys here that I can't fathom how to form words.
I keep meeting really nice, attractive guys...but the problem is that I won't see them again and when I do too much time has gone past and I can't be like, "Hey, remember that time at Whitney when there were no seats left so a girl sat by you...totally me!"

So I keep getting teased because of Dancing Boy.

Story time.
So our hall keeps having random dance parties. They rock. I was chillin' with Roommate #4 (she was teaching me football) when Roommate #5 comes in and is all like, "Dance party 3BC!" I'm in a stained T-shirt and Princess Anelram is not wearing a bra or underoos.

So we go down and bust it up. So all the girls are dressed all slutty and cute because apparently they knew about this whole thing while we are pimpin' in our ever-so-fashionable night wear. All the guys are dancing together 'cause well...they're weirdly cute. But there was one guy who was just kinda dancing in the middle of nowhere. He was totally cute. So I'm gettin' my grove on and whatnot...and he's just spazzmotically dancing to a beat only he can hear. It goes on for like an hour and finally I'm like, "Nice moves...I'm Mari." And he stops dancing and stares at me..."I'm Mike."
And this is the crucial part of the story....
HE DANCES AWAY FROM ME.
And now I get teased for it.
I do admit, it was hilarious.

Then there is this really cute guy I have a glass with. I will call him...Style. Idk why. He's not my type at all. He has his nose pierced...on both nostrils...but he totally pulls it off well. Okay. So he had these insanely wicked, old school type glasses on and I was like, "Hey, I like your glasses." And what does he do? He pulls out a tape recorder and starts whispering into it. So now I just want to give him compliments to see if he records them or something.

So I live in a cube, right. On the ONLY all-girl floor in the building. Suck ass.
But there's always guys up here.
Our Chancellor, Joe Gow (*girls fainting at the sound of his name*) was on our floor today for some strange reason. Princess Anelram comes bursting through the door screaming "OMG...Joe Gow is here!" I'm only wearing a towel and she leaves our door totally open.

The really weird thing is that I keep seeing people and associating them with other people. Then I keep reminding myself that it cannot possibly be the person I think it is. I thought I saw Pink Piggy the other day and I got very sad.
Weird thing.
So I was walking back to my room one day and I looked in one of he rooms and saw this guy standing with his back to the door. No big deal...Except for the thought going through my brain was, "Skosh (formerally Random Freshman) got taller." Then I was like, "Um...that cannot possibly be who I think it is. So I walk past the door again...There was a tall guy wearing a gray sweatshirt, weirdly fitting pants, and Skosh-like hair.
He looks like Skosh.

So I hate my job. I miss the dollar store.
I was assigned to the library. BUT NO. For some reason I work in the Language Resource Center. From what I understand no one was actually assigned to work at the LRC, but we were all contacted and no one wants to.

I was never actually trained to do the job. I walked in and Dr. Janecki was like, "I'm teaching a Spanish class. Have a nice day." So I work 8 hours a week trying to figure out what the hell is going on. The great part...working there means I'm responsible for being able to set up the technology carts and helping with computer malfunctions.
Okay. My computer skills do not go beyond blogging and Facebook. I kid you not.

It can be entertaining sometimes. No one actually uses the lab for anything. The only people who really come in are ESL students and Spanish 304 people because they have to watch movies.
So I just sit behind the glass watching the empty room and having professors ask me questions I can't answer.

Overall I am loving it. I am so close to Princess Anelram and Er-Er. We talk about things that I never thought I would tell someone after only knowing them a short time. And we're so open. No joke. Like it's crazy, weird.

I have so much stuff I should be doing right now. I think 16 credits is too many for my first semester. But that's okay. My hardest class is probably Biology...and I feel confident in that. I have my first exam Friday. My professor is awesome though. I never thought I would feel comfortable being in a lecture hall type class thing...but it's totally the best. That way the teacher doesn't ask stupid questions and expect answers. No. He just talks and explains.

Hmmm. Okay. I have to go now because Er-Er and I have to go escort Princess Anelram back from another dorm. 'Cause girls aren't allowed to walk through campus alone at night time.

Fun fun.

Brett Favre

Yes, I'm going there.

So this morning (at roughly 12:30am) I was flipping through TV stations. This is what I saw...

Breaking News: Brett Favre signed to Jets

I wonder what it is like for people living in other states to hear about #4. Do they get as pissed off as I do?
Maybe because I live in Wisconsin and have been hearing about Brett Favre's every move for roughly the past 2 decades.

I cannot turn on the radio without hearing his name, and it pisses me off.

Don't get me wrong. He's been a great quarter back and is a legend of his own time.
But seriously...RETIRE ALREADY.

I'm sorry, but if I had as much money as he does and my spouse had cancer...I would retire and spend the time I have with my family.

He's been doing this retiring ploy for the past like 3 years. Getting old.
Then when he finally did retire, he realized how much publicity he got from it, and claimed he was forced into it.

You media whore.

Then there are the quotes on ESPN...from what it sounds like he's saying the Packers are being mean to him.

I don't blame Brett Favre, though. I blame Packer fans.

I don't mean the "Go Pack" Packer fans. I mean the "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The Packers are going to rip you a new ass at Lambeau Field, bitches!" Packer fans.
Craziest people ever.

I get to see more than my fair share of tourists where I work. I can tell which ones are from out of state by how they talk about the Packers. Sad but true.

A local woman came into the store the other day...this is what happened.
Under the counter we have some beaded chains for holding glasses. This woman was looking through them, and I was helping her. There was a very pretty one that I pulled out for her. She said, "Oh, I can't wear that. It's purple."
My response: "You don't like purple?"
Her: "Purple represents the Vikings. I won't wear purple."

Are you shitting me?

It's people like this who make me want to move to a state that does not have a professional football team.

"Packer fans" like this, who drag the game out to some crazy dimension, are the reason why I dislike professional football.

Now, I love soccer. I love it with a passion. I love to play it and watch it. However, I am not a creepy fan.
I watch for the game, not the players.
Infact, as big of a soccer fan I am, I only know the names of 6 players.

• David Beckham (because he's married to my favorite Spice Girl)
• Ronaldino [Brazil] (because he's the man)
• Ronaldo [Brazil] (because he's the fat, older version of Ronaldino)
• Kaka [Brazil] (because let's be honest...he's attractive)
• Beasley [USA] (because his name rhymes with Weasley)
• Dolohov [USA] (how do you not remember a name like that?)

Like I said before, I believe Brett Favre is an amazing player. I like the Packers...I AM from Wisconsin. But it is getting harder and harder to enjoy any aspect of it with all this controversy over Brett Favre's retirement.

He's bigger than the game.
That's a problem.
This season is going to be complete chaos on ESPN and every local news/radio station in the Dairy State.
And no, I'm not referring to those bitches in California who think they have better cheese.

Damn Koosas

And I won't say it again!

Got college info.

I got into Coate Hall...bitches and hos!!!
So what does that mean?
360 freshmen.

I'm on the fourth floor in a triple room.

That's right...I have not one but TWO roommates.
Marlena and Erin.

I talked to Marlena on the phone. I like her. We were laughing like we had known eachother for longer than a 20 minute phone convo. Seriously. We even delved into the topic of boys. I'm not exactly sure how this was possible.
Her high school was bigger than my town. Dang.

I've Facebooked Erin a couple times. She reminds me of Pink Piggy. She seems really nice.

I'm excited to have 2 roommates.
However, as my ever-so depressing ex-boyfriend points out...I've never had he experience of living with someone. I've never had to share anything because I'm an only child.

Yeah.

So I've been working a lot. I had 64 hours on my last paycheck for a part-time job. One of the night managers was mad because she had 11 hours.

I feel sad for my boss, Sue. I'm not trying to be conceited or anything, but I'm the best cashier there. I have at least a year's experience on almost all the others.
I walked into Sue's office the other day to tell her my last day would be August 24. She got all sad. What I didn't know was that earlier that day Jenny told Sue she was quitting in September.
Jenny does EVERYTHING at the store. She's the manager, she orders, she unloads, she cashiers, she does payroll, she stocks, she fixes the stupid credit card machine, she orders merchandise for Sue's OTHER store, she is the store.

So we had a meeting today for the store. It ended with Sue and Jenny pulling a cake out of the fridge that said

We'll Miss You

Mari

Bottom Dollar

It was so sweet. Never, in the two years that I've worked there has anyone ever gotten a good bye cake.

I wanted to cry.

Life so far

I got my final report card in the mail. Along with it was the "Upcoming Events Calendar for PHS" sheet.

Like I care. Seriously. I graduated...I don't care when picture day is, that this year's seniors are even more limited on senior picture selection, or that Mrs. Prohaska's retiring.
The only piece of information that was slightly interesting to me was Homecoming 'cause I might come home for that.
Seriously though! The school wasted 76 pieces of paper by sending them to the graduates. What a freaking joke.

Oh and I went to freshman orientation a couple weeks ago. During registration we were separated into colleges, so I got to meet a few people who are also majoring pre-med. One guy was a freaking dick. I said that it was my first time on campus, and he went into this big rant on how stupid it was for me to never be on campus and decide I wanted to go to school there.

Registration was really embarrassing. My advisor was gorgeous. I had a list of classes I was interested in taking this year, but I totally forgot about it. I usually don't get distracted by an attractive guy, but this guy was WOW. I really hope he's not assigned to be my permanant advisor...'cause that could be bad.

So the university is going to be undergoing some construction in the next few years. They're building a brand new stadium. The one that was there is now a giant pile of stuff.
So where are all this year's home games going to be?
WINONA STATE!!!

Who goes to Winona State? My bestest friend ever--Peanuts! I told her that and she like freaked out. I'm glad we're going to college close together. I mean, we won't be together constantly, but I can always hop on the bus and go see her.

I just got my wisdom teeth out last week. It went fairly well...except for my gums decide to randomly start bleeding. That part blows.

Last day

Today was my last day of school, but we were still being threatened with not graduating.

Pure bullshit.
We bought out own caps & gowns, but the school wouldn't let us get the colors we wanted...and then when they came in they were held hostage until library fines were taken care of.

So...I was told I could not graduate until I paid 30 cents for a library fine that was crap--those were the days I wasn't in school because I hurt my knee!

Oh.
And Peanuts and I were called to the office yesterday. I have no clue why Kay Sue is being a bitch to us all of a sudden. Every thing we do is wrong--even if we had permission!

So we walk in and she says, "If you plan on graduating Sunday, you need to turn in your uniforms."

Seriously...FORGET THE 13 YEARS OF BUSTING MY ASS--IF I DON'T TURN IN THIS GRASS-STAINED T-SHIRT I'M JUST NOT GRADUATING

Uggghh. I had the damn thing in my locker anyway, but apparently it would have been too much for her to just calmly ask me if I had it.
Especially since we're supposed to turn them in at the banquet anyway!

Then there was the pillar. So in the commons there are 3 pillars. Every year the graduating class paints one and puts all their handprints on. We were told that tradition was being ended this year. Wow.
Enough people complained that they had to reconsider. But they gave us permission on like Tuesday. Hmmm...it took last year's graduating class like a week and a half to do their pillar. Let's see...school ended today....
So we were told that when we got back from our class trip on Wednesday we could prime the pillar. We all get back and about 6 people are waiting around for paint to get there. So Roses, MFB, and I find some really cute colors (pale yellow, baby blue, and sea foam green). Yeah, we picked those colors because we were the only ones there who cared at the time.
But everyone still complained about them. Well, the school picked out class colors...so at least we had a choice in SOMETHING.
But yeah, we came back with paint--then Kay Sue comes in:
KS-- "You can't paint that today! No, we're having the awards ceremony."
Me--"So why does that matter?"
KS--"Someone will lean against it in their nice clothes and you'll have to pay for them."
Me--"Why can't we tape it off and put a sign out?"
KS--"Someone will break through the tape and lean against it."
Roses--"The can of primer says it dries in half an hour--the ceremony isn't for another 3 1/2 hours."
KS--"I said no, and Mrs. Harrison says no."

Then Mrs. Pippenger was all like, "WTF?" Seriously, we were given that specific time to paint.

So we had the awards ceremony. I got 3 scholarships.
AnnMarie for $1,500
Knights of Columbus for $200
James Celba for $500

Yay! I'm proudest of the James Celba one. The scholarship is in memory of James Celba who graduated in the '90s. His dad's speech for presenting the award was amazing. He slipped a copy of the speech into the envelope.

So after the ceremony Roses and I had to prime the damn pillar. We started before all the people were gone.

Yesterday morning we got to school early and put on the first coat.
I skipped calculus to do a second and third coat. Then finally a fourth coat as A lunch was starting.
The paint was really light yellow :P

Fourth block we reserved for hand prints. My fourth block teacher was clueless. She thought we were painting the flagpole. Seriously? So Roses and I were both in the same class, and we were trying to convince Mrs. Allington that we needed to take our class to do the handprints. Her response, "No, we need to wait until they call us down."
Then Roses went all psycho on Mrs. A and was saying, "No, we are THEY. Lemons and I are the ONLY 2 people trying to get this pole done and we need it done now!"

I'm going to miss that girl.

The amazing thing--we got 59 out of 77 people in our class to get their handprints on the pillar before the end of the day. Today we got another 14, and the final 4 (3 of whom were at state track and the fourth kinda expelled) at graduation.

Roses and I did a damn good job getting that stupid pillar done.
I seriously think that the office people were trying to make it hard for us so we would just give up.

Screw that! It's a freaking tradition!

Graduation practice today.
Wow.
It's common sense that we have to dress up. However, girls are not allowed to wear high heels or flip flops. Not even nice flip flops.
Oh, and we were told that flats look tacky.
So what are we supposed to wear?

It's kinda funny...the NHS people don't get diplomas at graduation. They have to turn in their stole to get one...

I'm so excited that I don't have to put up with this school any more. It's ridicuous. I have to show up and look nice Sunday and that's it.
I'm wearing high heels and I don't care, but they probably won't give me my diploma for that.

So after graduation practice a bunch of the people in my class went out and enjoyed a giant slip-n-slide. We set one up on the hill that goes down to the student parking lot. It was GREAT! I was covered in bubbles and baby oil.

We should have done it at the class trip...but there was enough going on there.
Horny, half-naked guys running around a state park. Peanuts, Bitchy, and I hid on the side of a cliff to get away from them...it was funny.
It was even funnier when we were up on a plateau and they were down on a ledge changing. We could not stop laughing...and then they noticed we were up there.

Wow, this is quite a lot for one post...sorry, but I'm bored and I've got nothing better to do besides research laptops.

I think I'm only going to miss a handful of people. I'm really going to miss our foreign exchange student. We have completely Americanized him. He actually wants to come back and go to college here. They had his YouTube video in the senior slide show. It was great.

If you're into YouTube, I highly recommend you look up "Gael toxic."

Gael screaming the lyrics to "Toxic" in his sweet French accent while shaving. Even if you don't know him, it's still entertaining.

Now I get to get ready for college.
Yay for attending UW-LAX!!!

I regester for classes in 2 weeks.
*woot woot*