Saturday, October 30, 2010


Location: Desk
Listening to: Jerseylicious (don't judge me...)
Today's Odd Holiday(s): National Candy Corn Day; Mischief Night

So, today I was rereading some stuff I wrote in notes on Facebook, and I found this little gem. I wrote it last April. College has only proved to me how incredibly accurate I was. Read and enjoy!

This was inspired partly by the fact that we're doing demonstration speeches in Speech right now (I very nearly used this as my topic), and partly by the fact that boys are frustrating me right now.

How to Identify a Douchebag

1.) The D-bag is a stylish creature. They tend to dress in trendy clothes including (but not limited to): polo shirts, distressed denim, and aviator glasses. A stereotypical douche may also wear a visor turned upside-down and to the side. However, do not be fooled! Douche's possess the ability to camouflage themselves, making it nearly impossible to distinguish them from normal guys simply by appearance.

2.) In more cases than not, Douchebags will play some kind of instrument or another. Usually the electric guitar. He will probably believe that he is more skilled in this instrument than he is in reality, but occasionally he may be an exceptional musician. The musical D-bag will probably be part of a band with a name like "FireStorm" or "East Coast Block Party". He will probably play music that he considers extremely profound, with lyrics about the girls he has dated or things he believes will make him seem "sensitive". Probably, this music will make your ears feel minorly assaulted, as it will be nonrhythmic and posses a small amount of either unnatural screaming or shrill high notes that don't quite qualify as falsetto. It will be the kind of music his fellow Douches will sway back and fourth and bob their heads to. This is known as "The White Boy Shuffle".

3.) Douchebags will take great pride in their vehicle. It does not matter if they have a super nice Mustang or a crusty old van. This thing will be their baby. If you insult it (even indirectly, even on accident) they will throw a hissy fit the likes of which most 5-year-olds wish they could achieve.

4.) These types of boys are pretty much toddlers with drivers licenses. They like getting their way, and they will let you know how upset they are when they don't. They pout and whine and pitch fits left and right. Most of the time, they don't have actual arguments for why they deserve to get their way. They simply know that they should, and think you should know it, too. They also very seldom work for what they want. Instead, D-Bags would love for it to just fall in their laps.

5.) This particular breed of boy has a very fragile ego. It's my belief that they evolve (or, maybe, devolve?) into Douches in order to protect their self esteem. Sadly for them, it just gives people more reasons to be annoyed/repulsed by them. If you insult anything he likes or believes, the D-Bag will take it very personally, perhaps even going so far as to break up with you or disown you as a friend for not sharing the same beliefs. They are very single minded this way.

6.) The Douchebag's natural habitat includes sports bars, high school cafeterias, and college quads. They like public places where they can pray on pretty, unsuspecting girls. They generally surround themselves with undesirable characters in an attempt to make themselves look better.

7.) Douches generally have "a thing". This may be a cause, a hobby, or an extremely strong opinion that they focus their personality around. This "thing" defines their existence. It gives them something they can always talk about and use to try and impress the ladies. Usually, it's something that could be construed as creative/sensitive, but in their case comes off as forced or cheesy. They may not even be genuinely interested in it. To them, it's something that will appeal to females in an attempt to help them get in their pants.

8.) The D-bag loves being ironic. He will attempt to dress in ways other people find unconventional/out-dated, listen to music no one listens to anymore (like 90's boy bands or bad rap), or pretty much do anything regular people will not do in order to make himself seem unique or different. He thinks it's cool to like the things no one else does, and as soon as someone else shows interest in something he enjoys, he'll stop liking it.

9.) This type of male is incredibly pretentious. They believe they know everything about every subject ever conceived by anybody, anywhere. Even if you are totally aware of what it is you're trying to do and know how to do it, they will attempt to correct you. Oftentimes, they won't even know what they're talking about. They probably just saw someone do something similar once and think they have the whole thing memorized. Douches often also try to teach you things you already know, because whoever you learned it from was wrong. Obviously.

10.) Douches come in all shapes, sizes, ethnicities, and sexual orientations. While this list contains some useful information that may or may not help you identify a Douchebag, it should be taken into consideration that, while some fall into a stereotype, not all douches are the same. Each is a douchebag in his own douchebaggy way. He will approach his douchebaggetry in whatever way he wishes, and may even be aware of his douchebagness. This will give him the ability to hide it if he thinks it will reflect poorly on him. But a douche is a douche, and they seldom change.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Spilling The Beans

Location: Desk
Listening to: Practical Magic on ABC Family
Today's Odd Holiday(s): National Mincemeat Day

Ok. I've never actually had mincemeat (or, as pictured above, mincemeat pie) but can I just That does not look appealing in any way, shape, or form. It just looks...gross. Ick.

Anyway, I have decided that today is the day I let you in on my boy news. Partly because I just love telling the stories, partly because I've come to value your input and I want to see what you guys think of this. Because, honestly, I'm not really sure what to think myself.

Monday, October 11 - the day before my birthday. A boy named Josh (who I can't recall if I've mentioned before, but who I'm going to pretend you know everything about) who I'd been hanging out with for a little over a week came over to my dorm to hang out. We were eating some soup my mom sent back with me and chatting, when I looked at the clock and realized I had to change for an intramural soccer game. I told Josh this and he just kind of stood around. I really had to get going, and I was about to start changing with him standing right there, when he turned to me and said, "This is going to be awkward with your roommate right there, but do you want to go out?"

I was caught entirely off guard. I mean, I'd guessed that he liked me. He texted me pretty frequently and just gave me that "I'm into you" sort of vibe. But I really hadn't given much thought to how I felt about him. After all, I'd only known him for a week. So I replied with a diplomatic, "Maybe" and promises of explaining further after my soccer game.

So, after the game, I texted him and told him that "maybe" was not a polite way of saying no, but I said it because I wasn't sure of a lot of things. I didn't know if he meant go out as in "become his girlfriend" or go out as in "go on a date". I also told him that I didn't think I knew him well enough to be his girlfriend, but I'd be open to going on a date.

Instead of taking it, he got all whiney and started giving me crap about how it was awkward for him because he "put it all out there" and he's the type who just wants to "jump right in" and yadda yadda yadda. Eventually, when I think it became kind of obvious that I was not happy with him and his stupidity, he said, "I would like to go on a date though. I just wanted to tell you today because I think you're really great, even if you don't think the same of me. This is just a shitty feeling. So yeah. Sleep well."

What the hell. What kind of person tries that hard to make you feel bad? Not someone I'd like to date. Anyway, he hasn't talked to me since then, and I haven't made a huge effort to start a conversation with him.

During this whole ordeal, I was keeping David (the boy I kind of had a crush on) filled in, since he was partly to blame after stealing my phone and heavily flirting with Josh while pretending to be me. He told me that Josh wasn't worth my time and any guy who got mad at a 'maybe' only wanted one thing. It was nice and kind of comforting.

October 12 - my birthday. I had history through film, which is the class David is also in. When he got to class, he sat down next to me and took my phone and used it to text himself, "Dear David, you're hot and I want to kiss you passionately. Love, Abbie."

You can imagine how the rest of the night went. He was insanely flirty, sending me all kinds of texts about how pretty I was and how he just really wanted to kiss me. One of the things I wanted to do on my birthday was cross something off of my bucket list. He happened to read my bucket list and spotted that there was a thing on there about "kissing someone just for the hell of it." And he decided that's what he was going to help me with.

So after class, David gave me a ride back to my dorm. We got to his car and he put on "Transatlanticism" by Death Cab For Cutie - his favorite band and one of mine, also. He pulled into the parking lot behind my dorm, got out of the car, and walked around to open my door. I had my backpack, and he slid it off my shoulder before placing it on the ground, pulling me close, and kissing me.

I swooned a little.

After that night, we talked a lot the first few days. Slowly, though, conversation started lagging. We never seem to have much to talk about. It confuses me because, at times, I'm really interested in him. I want to learn everything about him and be his best friend and know him. Other times, I feel like he just flirts with me because he's just interested in one thing and I worry that I'm not sure if he flirts like that with other girls or if he ever actually means any of the nice things he says. As a boyfriend, he looks great on paper, but I'm not sure how things would pan out in real life.

Anyway, we're not officially together. And there's more.

Yesterday - October 25. A new guy has stormed into the picture. Well, not stormed so much as "snuck his way in without me really noticing and now he's there". His name is Brad. He's a senior, so there's a bit of an age difference. He's also, ironically, in my History Through Film class (the same one that David is in). He lives in the apartments behind my dorm, and my friend Jess and I started talking to him on our way back from class one night. We made him add us on Facebook, and since then, he and I have been kind of talking.

We have pretty similar taste in music and books, so we have a lot to talk about. When we got on the topic of books, I mentioned how I didn't have anything new to read here, and he told me he'd let me borrow something of his. But it was Tuesday (or maybe Wednesday) night, so I had to remind him to bring it to class today. So for the rest of the week, I obnoxiously IMed him and messaged him and texted him about bringing me the book. And in between my harassment, we had really interesting and amusing conversations.

Yesterday, I was talking to him about music. He cohosts a radio show on the campus radio station and mentioned that his cohost wasn't going to be there that night, so he was probably just going to be playing a lot of music. I discovered this awesome song yesterday ("Hey" by Backseat Goodbye) and he told me he might play it on his show. I freaked out and got really excited. Then he said he might even give me a shout out. And I got more excited. Then he said, "Or you could just cohost."

And I almost peed my pants.

One of the things on my (extensive) bucket list is being on the radio. I've always thought it would be fun to DJ, because I love music and I have a lot to say. So Brad talked to his program manager and it was fine with them, so I got to guest cohost his show.

So he met me by my dorm and we walked over to the station and he taught me some of the ins and outs of radio. It was a great time. He was really flirty through the whole thing, too. In between segments, he would read things off of my bucket list and tell me that he was going to help me with them. Or we'd look up things to use as segments for after the current songs. Pretty much it was hilarious and fun. I felt really comfortable around him by the time we were done with the show.

Today I was talking to him to remind him to bring me the book, and he kept telling me that he left it in his car and wouldn't be able to stop to get it before class. I told him I didn't believe it, so we decided to make a bet on it. He chose the bet: loser had to make/buy the winner dinner.

Needless to say, I was totally right. He did have the book with him, so now he owes me dinner. And he's decided that he's going to help me cross off "Watch all 6 Star Wars movies in one sitting" and "Learn how to cook" from my bucket list. So it appears we will be spending a decent amount of time together.

The thing is, I don't know how I feel about him, either. I mean, I'm really comfortable around him. He's easy to talk to and we have a lot in common. He's pretty average looking and mildly awkward at times, but so is everyone else. He seems really sweet and nice, but I also don't know him well enough to know if I should believe everything he says.

Ohhh, the joys of being a naive teenage girl.

What are your thoughts? If you were in my situation, would you pick one boy over the other? It's really strange having them both in the same class, especially because today David stopped by my room to offer me a ride to class (the weather is nasty - windy and rainy and cold). And I usually walk back to my dorm with Brad.

How would you handle it? Would you let them know that there was another guy and you were trying to decide? Would you wait to say anything until one of them formally asked you out? Would you just hang out with them individually and try to pretend like everything was normal?

I'm kind of at a loss. I've never really been in this situation.

Anyway, those are my big stories. I hope they were worth the wait! 

Monday, October 25, 2010


Location: Desk
Listening to: Backseat Goodbye (a wonderful acoustic singer/songwriter-ish band)
Today's Odd Holiday(s): Punk For A Day Day; World Pasta Day

I was just sitting at my computer, browsing through when I came across this.

I can't believe how stupidly I've been approaching my love life. My entire life, I've been so worried about how people see me. I really want to impress people I admire, because I want them to admire me, too. This especially applies to guys I'm interested in. I only want them to see my best side, so I get shy and nervous around them - hardly attractive or flattering features.

No matter how hard I tried to be comfortable around guys, even ones I'd been dating for a while, I was always overwhelmed by this huge need to never look stupid. Half of being human means being stupid. That's what makes it fun. I have no problems being completely silly around my friends. Even around guys who I know like me, but who I'm not interested in back. But around guys I want to like me, who I'm interested in for whatever reason, I clam up.

I can converse with ease through text messages or e-mails or the internet. I have time to think and formulate responses to have the best combination of flirtatiousness and coyness and intelligence and humor. In person, though, I have a hard time thinking of things to say. I'm so afraid of sounding unintelligent or air-headed. I want people to take me seriously and see that I have wit and a quick mind. But it's hard to convince anyone of that when you don't say much more than, "That sucks." "Oh, really?" "No kidding." "Gigglegigglegiggle."

This one little image helped me realize that I need to take a little pressure off of myself. No wonder I have anxiety! I'm always trying to make everyone like me, and not even the real me. A fake, statuesque version of myself. That girl who is quiet and laughs uncomfortably at everything and can't think of how to reply to what a boy says...that's not me.

I'm loud. I'm obnoxious and sassy and strange. I do things that are silly and stupid, and I love every minute of it. I whine frequently about things beyond my control, I sing at the top of my lungs when I think no one is listening, and I dance around in my underwear (much to the discomfort of my roommate). I adore my friends and they love me back, even though they're totally aware of my flaws and imperfections.

I should start looking for a guy like that. One who I don't feel like I have to impress. Someone I can be totally me around and not care, just be comfortable. I need to take a chill pill (whoaaa, 90's cliches!) and let myself relax. If I keep myself as tightly wound around the guys I like as I have been, I'm going to have a hard time opening up to anyone. And what's a relationship without openness and honesty?


Phew, that was intense. I'm going to guest co-host a radio show on campus tonight with my friend Brad. I'm really excited for it. I'll let you know how it goes!

Saturday, October 23, 2010

College Is Strange

Location: Dorm Bed
Listening to: Zak Baggans be a crazy person on Ghost Adventures
Today's Odd Holiday(s): Make A Difference Day; National Mole Day; TV Talk Show Host Day

For anyone who had to take high school (or any level) chemistry, I hope you remember what a mole is. Not the little blind rodent that burrows underground. But Avegadro's number. 6.02x10^23. I don't really remember the significance, but I remember having to multiply things by it a lot.

(I wasn't that good at chemistry).

Anyway, today I had to work at an event at our theater, where I have work study. I had to hang out in the gift shop and check stuff out for people before the show, at intermission, and after the show. When I was on my way back to the dorms, I passed the strangest thing I have seen thus far at college.

There were three guys sitting at around picnic table. They had a hookah on the table and were taking turns puffing away at at. And they were also playing Jenga. One of them was discussing how he'd never played Jenga where you have to stack the blocks back on top of the tower after you pull them out, but how it made total sense.

I laughed really hard. I wanted to take a picture because it was so absurd looking, but I was pretty sure they would have noticed and probably been unhappy. Also, it was really cold and I just wanted to get back to my room and put some sweats on.

Nothing else that exciting has been going on. I got an A on my second Mass Communications test, and I'm pretty confident I'm going to breeze through the rest of that class. I've begun a penpal-ship with a friend from back home. Actually, with Exboyfriend #2/4. Hahaha. He knows about this blog, so if he reads! :) Anyway. There is potential for exciting things to happen for me. I'm being really flirtatious with one of the guys I've mentioned in recent entries. There have been some small developments. But I'm still trying to figure out the consequences of the developments, or if they're even significant. I promise I'll fill you in soon! Just hang with me for a bit. I promise it will be worth it!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Boy, Life Can Be Exciting

Location: Dorm Bed
Listening to: A Fiber One commercial and the kids across the hall talking
Today's Odd Holiday(s): Wear Something Gaudy Day

If Lady Gaga failed to accomplish the main goal of today's odd holidays, I'm pretty sure it has no real meaning. Seriously.

Anyway, life has been pretty exciting lately. My roommate and I went to go see this ghost hunter guy last night. His name is Chris Moon and he was speaking in town and we love Ghost Adventures so we went. It was soooooooooo cool. Did you guys know that before he died, Thomas Edison was working on a telephone to communicate with the dead? And that after his death, he communicated through mediums to complete this device and apparently it works freakishly well?

I'm kind of a skeptic, but I love paranormal stuff. It fascinates me. So listening to his stories and looking at his pictures and listening to the recordings he'd made over the past few years was awesome.

I feel kind of bad about going, though. I skipped going to a play that I was supposed to see for a class to go to the ghost hunter. Well, I didn't skip it so much as I didn't go. I had a ticket for Friday night but I got sick so I couldn't go. And then I was planning to go today, but when I checked yesterday I learned that there wasn't even a performance today. And I'd already planned to go to the ghost hunter. So I had this huge dilemma.

But then Allison told me this thing her dad says: "Nine times out of ten, you have to do the right thing. But one time out of ten, you get to do the fun thing." And she convinced me to use this as my one time.

So I did.


Today I unlofted my bed. Our room feels so different. Much bigger. Much roomier. Much more places to sit.

I do have some exciting boy news, but things are still developing, so I'd rather wait to tell you the whole story at once.

More later!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Happy Birthday To Me!

Location: Dorm Desk
Listening to: Transatlanticisim by Death Cab For Cutie
Today's Odd Holiday(s): MY BIRTHDAY!; Cookbook Launch Day; Moment of Frustration Day; Old Farmer's Day

Today was my birthday. It was really great. My roommate made me an adorable bracelet and I'm approaching 100 birthday wishes on Facebook.

Other wonderful things happened, but they're the type of wonderful that I want to keep for myself at the moment.

I hope you all had a great day, too. :)

Sunday, October 10, 2010


Location: Couch
Listening to: Some weird fantasy show on ABC
Today's Odd Holiday(s): National Angel Food Cake Day

It's October 10, 2010. 10/10/10. I think that's pretty cool. Two days til my 19th birthday.

Today was incredibly busy. I woke up, went out for coffee with my friend Danye. We chatted and got caught up and then went and got potato oles from Taco Johns (because that's what we do).

Then I went out for lunch with my friend Paige, followed by thrift store Halloween costume shopping. I LOVE Halloween. I think it's because I'm a theater kid. I've spent a lot of time getting dressed up for fun, so this holiday is probably one of my favorites. We went to our local Goodwill and tried on all kinds of ridiculous things. When I get back to school, I'll post some pictures. It was a fun time.

I ended up deciding to be an 80's aerobics person. I got bright blue leg warmers, a pink sweatshirt that I'm going to modify so it's all off-the-shoulder-y, and I have some green shorts I'll wear over black leggings. And, of course, a side pony tail. It's going to be pretty awesome.

After that, I went to dinner at my grandparents. My mom's side of the family does this thing where we have a huge birthday party each month for everyone who's birthday is in that month. October is probably the biggest. Me, my brother, my sister, my grandma, and two cousins were all born in October. So we went and ate some tasty food and opened presents (my haul: $50, travel Scrabble, Sunshine Cleaning, Australia, and Everything's OK by Ingrid Michaelson). Then I went home and sat around a bonfire with my family.

Then, I went out with my friends Dillon and Chee to update them on all of my crazy boy situations. We made a list of qualities in all of the guys who I'm interested in/are interested in me, and they concluded that David is a "no" and Josh is a "maybe". Our waiter was this guy named Ashton. He was hilarious and probably the best waiter I've ever had in my entire life. He kept coming to our table when I was in the middle of some stupid boy story, and eventually we just clued him in. He's 20, so only one year older than me. He told me that every guy I meet is going to be an idiot, and that he could introduce me to his friend. So he called his friend over and I pretty much died of embarrassment.

But he (Ashton, not the friend) was really friendly and nice. Chee and Dillon decided that he was flirting with me and such, and I definitely flirted back. So the boys made me do the writing-my-number-on-a-napkin-and-leaving-it-for-him thing. I guess we'll see if anything comes of that. I mean, I already have at least two boys chasing after me. What's one more?

Paige and C.Smith, thanks for the comments and birthday wishes! I'm definitely sensing the weirdness of being home after college. It doesn't quite feel like home anymore. Which is strange.

I'm really sleepy. I should go to sleep now. Go eat some angel food cake. It will make your day happy.

Saturday, October 9, 2010


Location: Couch (at home!)
Listening to: Curb Your Enthusiasm
Today's Odd Holiday(s): Curious Events Day; Fire Prevention Day; Leif Erikson Day; Moldy Cheese Day

I figured this moldy cheese plush toy was much cuter than an actual piece of moldy cheese.

Today was weird. Good and bad weird. I'm back at home for the weekend to celebrate a bunch of family member's birthdays (including mine). I'm really excited to see all of my siblings cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents tomorrow.

Coming home today was the weird part for several reasons. So much of my life (as in, pretty much all of it) is at college now. That's where my social life is, where my new friends are, where most of my belongings are, where my life is. So leaving and coming home feels strange. Like, it's not really home anymore. It's just the place I stay when I'm not at school.

Although, I wouldn't exactly call school "home" either. I love it there, but I can't quite relax as much as I'd like. Living in a 12x12 room with another person doesn't allow much privacy or alone time. I don't really get the option to just lounge around by myself or have friends over for movies, because there's always someone else there who I have to run things past.

Coming back to my hometown was strange. Especially when I got to my house. As you may recall, we had to put my dog to sleep last week. We'd had him for 10 years, and he had been our doorbell that entire time. He would start barking as soon as anyone even thought about approaching our door. It was weird to come home and not have him there to greet me. It's going to take a lot of getting used to.

I did get to see some friends tonight, which was awesome. I miss everyone I hung out with in high school. It was strange being together and everyone talking about things from college and not knowing the back stories to everyones anecdotes. Especially because a lot of my friends go to the same college, so they all understood everything. It's just strange that everyone has these separate lives now and we're not all 100% clued in to everything that happens to everyone anymore.

My external hard drive died last weekend when Allison and I were building our fort, so I'm currently trying to reload my music. I'm taking a tip from a friend and using this as an opportunity to reevaluate my music. There was so much I used to have that I never listened to. I'm just not going to bother loading it. What's the point of cluttering everything up with something you're not even interested in just so you can look like you have a wide range of tastes? I'd rather just have what I want and not have to make a billion and ten playlists to sort out what I actually feel like listening to.

I hope you're all having a great weekend so far. Go eat some moldy cheese, be curious, prevent a fire, and do some research about Leif Erikson. You never know when that kind of trivia will come in handy.

Cal and C.Smith, thanks for your comments! I'm definitely going to start bringing my iPod with me to work, and the idea of asking my suitors to usher for shows is genius. I hope I get a chance to test it out!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Profound Thoughts

Location: Dorm desk
Listening to: Out Of My Hands (Live) by DMB
Today's Odd Holiday(s): Bald and Free Day; World Smile Day

I hope someone out there reading this is bald. If you are, show your baldness proudly for the next few hours. And smile at some people.

I had the most boring day ever at work today. I work in the office of the theater here on campus doing random secretarial jobs. Usually I just put things into binders and organize things and then I get to leave an hour before I'm supposed to be done (which is kind of impressive, because I'm only schedule for 2 and a half hours each day I work).

Today, however, I got stuck stuffing programs for the next show we're hosting. By myself. With no music or any sort of entertainment. So for two hours, I just had to stack one slip of paper on top of another and stick them inside a program and repeat. Tedious, mind numbing work. But it gave me a lot of time to think. And I came up with what I like to think is a really cool concept.

Plan for the worst, expect the best. I was thinking of this in terms of finding people to usher shows. We have volunteers who sign up to usher for most things and we have to call and verify whether or not they can still usher a week before the shows. If they can, awesome. If they can't, too bad, maybe next time. If they don't know, they get marked down as a maybe. If they end up showing up, great. If not, we have to have a back up plan.

I was thinking about this and it struck me: I've never ushered, but I hope we plan for the fewest number of people to be there. We divvy up the jobs and sections so that if only the four people who for sure said they'd be there could be there, everything would be covered. But you still expect all of the "maybe"s to show up.

Do you get what I'm trying to say? I'm not sure I make sense.

Anyway, I realized I can totally apply this to my life. Especially with these crazy boy issues I'm having (as in, there are too many boys and not enough information for me to decide who I actually want to continue to get to know and who I should cut off now before they get more interested or whatever). I should plan for the worst. Assume that none of them are going to be guys I'm interested in.

That way I won't go into any situation with any of them expecting it to turn into something fairy-tale-magical. I won't expect them to fall madly in love with me. I'll protect myself and them by just treating them as friends and nothing more.

And I'll expect the best. Getting to know them as friends will definitely let me know whether or not any of them have qualities I'm interested in or qualities that really turn me off. It will help me figure out if any of them are potential boyfriend-types without me feeling like I have to fawn and flirt just to keep them interested.

I don't even know if that makes sense. It does in my head. But things rarely translate well from there.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Are you sure today isn't "Surprise Test In Every Class" day??

Location: Dorm desk
Listening to: Family guy
Today's Odd Holiday(s): Do Something Nice Day; World Teacher's Day

It's a huge miracle that I survived today. I'm pretty sure I'm the poster child for Murphey's Law (everything that can go wrong, will go wrong).

I had two tests yesterday. One of them was in my hardest class. The one with the professor who just likes to talk about her expansive collection of Starbucks cups. I spent a good hunk of the day reading old assignments and looking at things in the book to try and study, but my brain wouldn't absorb anything. Sitting in front of the test felt like I was sitting in front of a firing squad.

I had another test today. After yesterday's debacle, I just wanted to get it over and done with so I could go and relax until my History Through Film class (which is the most entertaining class I have due to the awesome people in it). So I speed through the test (it was easy - Theater Appreciation) and stroll back to my dorm, where I instantly head for my computer to check my e-mail and waste some time on Facebook.

So I open up my e-mail and start sorting through junk and I see I have an e-mail from my History Through Film professor. So I open it up, thinking maybe class was cancelled or something. No such luck. Instead, it was a reminder that we had a test in that class, too.


It ended up not being that bad. I survived it. And I had one of the most entertaining things ever happen. David was sitting in front of me during the lecture part of class. I had my cell phone sitting on the desk in front of me and I'd been texting Josh, who I've been hanging out with recently. So David snatches my phone and begins to text Josh, pretending to be me.

They were totally flirting. Well, Josh was flirting. David was pretending to flirt. It was hilarious. Some examples from their conversation:

Josh: What are you up to this weekend?
David (as me): Oh, I think I'll probably just lay around in bed.
Josh: Why? The beds here suck.
David: My bed is awesome cuz it has me in it.
Josh: I'd have to agree with that.


David (as me): My phone is dying. I'll ttyl cutie.
Josh: Yeah! Have fun with the movie.  Cutie back at you!

Boys are silly. I told David that I didn't mind as long as he didn't agree to any plans without consulting me or screw up my social life in any way. He got really excited and hoped that Josh would ask me out so he could turn him down for me.

Oh, college. Such fun.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Antidote Anecdotes

Location: Dorm desk.
Listening to: Family Guy
Today's Odd Holiday(s): National Golf Day, National Frappe Day

Go drink some frozen coffee.

Anyway, I just have a short story to tell you. I was hanging out with my friend Josh who is as straightedge as I am (as in, he doesn't drink/drug/smoke). His roommate (who is also a huge straightedge) was going for a run and decided to swoosh some mouthwash and the following conversation occurred:

Josh: I didn't know that Listerine made you run faster.
Roommate: Not Listerine. I don't drink alcohol.

For some reason that made me laugh really hard. I've met a guy who's so straightedge he doesn't even use mouthwash that has alcohol.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Forts Are Awesome

Location: Inside the super awesome fort my roommate and I built
Listening to: Scooby Doo episodes
Today's Odd Holiday(s): International Frugal Fun Day; National Custodial Worker Day; Name Your Car Day

My roommate and I are winning at International Frugal Fun day. We decided to build a fort out of sheets and blankets between our beds. We're spending the day hanging out and watching TV in it and making everyone else on our floor super jealous. Because we have a kick ass fort. And they don't.

Also, we named my car Berta. Another win.

Life is pretty interesting lately. I keep meeting all of these really interesting guys. College is just full of them. It's crazy! I probably just think that because I'm being exposed to all of these guys that I haven't known since pre-puberty. But still. It's pretty cool.

The other day I hung out with this guy named Josh. He plays guitar and I play ukulele, so we were going to try playing stuff together, except I fail miserably at attempting stuff like that, so we mostly just sat around and talked. He seems pretty cool.

I think I'm gonna refrain from talking about guys for a while. There are too many of them running around and I don't want to just sit here and rant about them. Because it's starting to feel like all I talk about. Plus I don't want to sit here and gush about one after the other and make myself look bad somehow. Because that's what would happen.

And in the future if I do end up liking one of them and wanting to date one of them and they end up reading this, I don't want them to think I was chasing after every guy who looked my way. Because I'm not like that.

College is totally agreeing with me, though. I'm making so many new friends and I love most of my classes. Of course, I have the requisite one crazy professor. She looks like Bernadette Peters and sounds kind of like her and likes to rhapsodize about her collection of Starbucks coffee cups from all over the world. I have her for a global perspectives class from 3:45-5 and she always starts the class by saying, "You don't want to be here, I don't want to be here, let's just get through this."

I might play for an intramural soccer team, which would be awesome. I haven't played since seventh grade. So that would be pretty cool. I love soccer. It's definitely my favorite sport. And it doesn't require any hand-eye coordination, which makes it perfect for me!

I can't really think of anything else exciting to talk about. I'm gonna try to get some new videos up soon. I haven't really had time in the past month to do anything, but for some reason people keep subscribing to me and adding me as friends and all kinds of stuff, so I feel like I should get back out there. Any ideas for what I should vlog about?