Ho? Where?

To everyone out there who happens to read this:

I wish everyone a safe, joyous, and wonderful holiday season.  Relax for a while, eat delicious things like Ferrero Rocher, get fat, and don't worry about how fat you are getting!  Play a frick-ton of cool videogames (right now mine are Kingdom Hearts/Mortal Kombat/Final Fantasy X), get together with friends and loved ones, and laugh.  We could all use a good laugh.

I hope everyone is happy with what they got, what they gave, or how they're spending their time.

Can you believe that New Years is around the corner already?  Where does all the time go?  Best wishes for a happy and safe 2011, and hopefully you won't have to deal with anything like this:

This is why I'm a "grinch".

I didn't always used to be this way.  I used to look forward to the holidays, I used to be so excited for time out of school to go home and get presents, go to parties, dress nicely, etc.

Well, this year I took out extra shifts at work until closing night at the library because I didn't want to go home.

The holidays aren't fun anymore.  It's just a lie.  I can't be the happiest I want to be, but I can't be moping around either because everyone else around me is so happy.

Why don't I have any holiday spirit?

Because something terrible happened on the morning after Christmas, several years ago.

Apparently the first rule of my grades is to never talk about my grades...

 Okay, guys, it's

FINALS CRUNCH TIME!! ... the special time during the semester when I can't really update but I will anyway to stop my brain from imploding!

That beautiful time of the school when all you want to do over here is either play out in the snow or relax out in the sun, depending on which semester it is.  However, school confines the responsible students in the library for hours and hours on end, almost to spite the beautiful weather outside.  At least here, at 10 AM, the library is mostly empty and beautifully quiet.  It's a shame I am going to be here ALL FREAKING DAY.

Lately, I haven't been living in my house.  Here's why:

Beerio Kart is JUST A GAME.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while!  It's finals time over here, and it's crazy.  Which means that lately, I've been living in the library trying to cram every little detail into my brain in hopes that I can successfully regurgitate it.  I usually don't spend much time there, but it didn't take me long to realize that there are complete idiots in my midst.  Now, before anyone jumps to conclusions, please realize that I am not even talking about being an idiot in an academic context.  Sure, there are people who don't know how to learn in school, but I don't care about that.  That's not my problem.

Why are these other idiots my problem?

Not all doctors are stupid, I promise.

Hey, everyone.  It's been a while since I updated.  I hope everyone had a nice holiday.

Winter is beginning to rear its ugly head here in Michigan, and as a result people are transforming into disease carriers.  They are mercilessly spreading illness through the student population with each and every cough or sniffle that echoes through a lecture hall.  Gross.  Some illnesses are more serious than others, and the unfortunate people who happen to catch some really nasty bug have no helpful option except to drag themselves out to the doctor--a magical person in a white coat who deals out drugs and other miraculous remedies.

But what happens when whatever the doctor suggested doesn't work?

Are all landlords this ridiculous?

I know that a lot of people talk about how they hate their landlords, and I didn't know how people could be so frustrated by them until now.

I am a junior in college right now, and after living in the dorms for the past two years I decided to get a house off-campus with a bunch of my friends (who I now have come to almost hate at times, as a consequence).  Not knowing what we were really doing, we were terrible at looking for suitable houses, judging the quality of the house, as well as judging the distance from campus.

Unfortunately, we failed in doing all of these things.  Our house is OLD.  And OLD means COLD.

Driving Games

Hey fellow drivers on the road,

I would really appreciate it if you would put down that phone or burger or mirror or whatever and pay attention to your driving.

This is not a joke.  This is not a game.

Do I feel bad for you if you get into an accident because you were too busy typing a text?  I don't know.  It will honestly depend on the severity of the accident.  Sure, I will feel a bit bad for you if you actually died, partially because I don't know if people deserve death for something that stupid.  That would be totally embarrassing.  I would consider that to be a failure.

I'm not a fan of chick flicks, but this is a true story.

My professor unexpectedly ends class 10 minutes early.  I exit the building and walk through the empty campus.  Making my way to lab, I notice a man in a marine uniform standing patiently in the giant space between buildings, holding a quiet bouquet of red roses.  He stands still.

Minutes go by.

"HOORAY for skinny"

, one of my friends proudly stated on Facebook after announcing her 'diet' plans to the world:  an all liquid diet of hot tea, milk, water, and orange juice supplemented with a whole whopping two fruits a day.

Why did she feel it was necessary to starve herself?  Because she wanted to be skinny and pretty like all of the other girls wherever she is living.  She gets depressed when she sees other girls who are skinnier than her because she automatically believes thinness is related to beauty.  She somehow wanted to lose 8 pounds within less than 7 days, and honestly thought this was a good and healthy idea.

"Don't try to talk me out of this.  I'd rather be a skinny pretty than a healthy fatty."

Dear Department Store,

Get your act together, please.  Please learn how to have your clothing items properly labeled so that when I take something into the fitting room labeled 'small', it doesn't actually turn out to be a large.  Seriously.

Not only that, but sometimes you just don't carry my size period.  What is this supposed to tell me?  Do you think that girls who have my body size simply don't exist?  Fun fact: they do.  BLARRGHH.  How frustrating.  Apparently girls like me with this size in jeans and this size in bra simply do not exist.  I am in my 20s.  I am not a 12 year old.  I am not shopping in the 12 year old section.

Purple Shirts

Before anyone reads this post, please know that I do not, in any way, hate or disrespect any member of the LGBTQ community or its allies.  I do respect people regardless of their sexual orientations, and I am not trying to discriminate against them or anything like that.  I am not belittling the recent tragic suicides of those who felt life was no longer worth living because of their sexuality and society's discrepancies with that.  I am truly sorry for all of those individuals; and for those of you out there who feel that way for whatever reason it may be, know that it will get better.  I've been there too, and it does get better (even though it may take a while).  Hang in there.  I love you.  Many people do.

Real life plastic-faced barbies.

Since we're on break, I decided to take a trip back to our high school and visit some teachers.  Everything was all good and dandy with that ... but the students are something else.

I felt so utterly uncomfortable when I was around them ... they just look at me and I can feel them judging me.  Okay, so I'm a short brown girl with a huge (yet empty) backpack, rambunctious cackle, giant frizzy puffy hair, and glasses. --> NERD.

Whatever, I'd rather be a nerd than a skank.

Household Mathematics.

This is how math works at my house:

5 girls who eat all the time
12 glasses that are somehow ALWAYS DIRTY
0 usable forks because they're all dirty
3 pans; 1 usable pan
a bajillion other dirty dishes dispersed throughout the kitchen and family room
1 half sized portable dishwasher

After throwing some numbers around, we realize that either someone's gotta do their dishes or someone's going to get bitched at.

Breast Cancer Awareness? Please.

I'm sure everyone has seen that whole thing on Facebook where everyone who's a woman had changed their status to something provocative, like "I like it on the table" or "I like it in the closet" or something stupid like that.

And I'm sure that after asking around or talking to girls, people have realized that this whole thing is supposedly supposed to raise breast cancer awareness, since October is breast cancer awareness month.  Apparently women are supposed to post a status about (get this) the location of their purses.  This is connected to breast cancer awareness how?

Hello.

Hey, everyone.  Welcome.  If you enjoy (laughing at) overly dramatized stories, rantings, and strongish opinions, enjoy.  This is how I see things.  This is me.  A student in college preparing for pre-med (like every other brown girl), drowning in her RAAAGE!

I started this blog because I find that I have too many emotions in my mind to deal with, and I want to write it all down.  Maybe let others find out for themselves how a real human being reacts to situations.  Besides, my boyfriend is getting too tired of hearing all of it all the time anyway.

Right now, I'm living with 3 friends and a sister of a friend in a small, breezy house that is a mile away from campus.  Our circle of friends consists of almost everyone in this house and a bunch of other boys.  I am currently dating one of these boys; I also have broken up with one of them.  Those boys are all living together ... how awkward.  Our friendship circle has basically split up into two separate factions because of our living situation and because of the rift that I have thrown into there.  This is the major thing in my life.

I love my parents.  But I think they hate me.  Especially my mom.  She thinks I'm super trashy because I have my ears pierced more than 2 times.  It seems like everything I do, it just upsets her.  Lately, she found out about something that I intended to keep a secret (of course), and it pretty much broke her heart and made her SO angry.  She was disgusted and 'disappointed'.  I hate that, when parents get all 'disappointed'.  Oh, my family.

My past has even more ghosts and demons, concerning an ex boyfriend, some serious thoughts about life and the lack of it, and a bunch of killer waves.  Maybe I'll talk about them if I'm ever in the mood.

BUT until then, I hope you enjoy reading this and getting closer to me.  Welcome to my life of obscenely hilarious bad luck, dramatic and awkward situations, and the occasional happy happenings.

The universe is dynamic.  So are my ideas, so are my thoughts, so am I.  Who knows where this will go?  Maybe I'll keep on writing about things that tick me off, or maybe I'll just write whatever I want.  Who am I targeting anyway?  IDK.  Doesn't really matter.

DISCLAIMER:  If you are partially identified in this blog, know that although I probably upset or annoyed with you for the time being, it is not permanent.  These are my thoughts, and this is the honesty that I consistently hold back.  No real friendship can exist with true honesty.  I apologize for any problems this will cause (but only halfway, since it would be stupid to get into a fight over this).  I will try to be nice.

See you all soon.