Zoom

Zoom. Remember that show on PBS?

I hated the kid named Garrett on that show so much I wanted to punch him in the face every time I saw that smug mug of his.

You just knew by his smile he was just a no-good, know-it-all punk who really didn't know anything...about nothin'.

I have nothing else to say that is of use to you.

I'm sad. Now....go away.

~AM

Cabbages and Condoms

I swear to god I'm not making this up.

I was sitting all lonely at the little cafe thing (because my fabulous friend Adley left me!) just doing my homework and blah like a good little college student. I happened to be reading my environmental studies book. It's...a decent textbook. Not too boring.

This particular chapter was about population growth...kinda boring. But ...it had a case study that was anything but boring.

It was titled "Family Planning is Thailand: A Success Story" . Alright...sounds a little cheesy...but I gotta read it.

Turns out it was all about this cafe named..... "Cabbages and Condoms".

That's right, not only does it sell spicy thai food, but it hands out condoms. This entire restaurant is dedicated to birth control.

Oh no it gets better.

So they have an adjoining gift shop. They sell t-shirts. The t-shirts proudly proclaim things like:

"A condom a day keeps the doctor away"

and my personal favorite

"Our food is guaranteed not to cause pregnancy"

Of course the gift shop also sells all sorts of crafts and condoms.

ok ok ok and get this: unintentionally the organization that runs the businesses is called PDA. I kid you not.

It's not over yet.

To promote the whole birth control yay, PDA:
-hands out condoms whenever there are crowds (????)
-held a condom balloon blowing contest for government officials
-teaches children a fun little tune called "Too many children make you poor"
-paints birth control ads on water buffalo (again ????)

Lastly, the guy who kinda started this whole deal, Mechai, is lovingly recognized for his actions. How? The slang for condoms in thailand is "mechais".

dude....the slang for condoms is HIS NAME.

So yeah....good thing I read that early on in the night. Any later and I fear I would have mistaken it for a hallucination.

That is all.

~AM

Crack a lackin'

That's the sound some tree behind my dorm made when it fell. Yeah...a tree fell. There's some mighty strong winds out there right now. I almost blew away.

Friday. I watched Little Miss Sunshine. It's perfect. It's not "OMG BEST MOVIE EVARRRR" but...there's absolutely nothing wrong with it either. huh. But yeah...it ended up being just my roommate and I and the two JC's who watched it. It was cool.

Saturday. Homecoming deal. haha...I cleaned my room and did homework. Screw homecoming. After that I went to see a movie with my fabulous friend and other people. We watched The Proposal. It was alright...for a chick flick. After the movie we went to mr.fabulous' dorm. This particular dorm is known as the "studious dorm". That basically means nerdy people like to live there. Oh my god....I want to live there. They have windows you can sit in and their own closets...it's like a normal two person dorm room. (...I think I need to explain this a bit more...hold on) PLUS....all of my new found friends live there. Seriously. I CAN RELATE TO THESE PEOPLE. Everybody is so nice there and so awesome and I love them. I want to be them. I wanna move there...but I can't. Sad day. Hopefully I can still be friends with them...dorms tend to be friends with people from their own dorm. It just happens.

So I was there chillin' in a couple different people's rooms till 1. Finally....I did something normal college people do. We talked about nerd things. My god it was great. It was also very late but...I wish I lived there. I didn't want to leave I wanted to have friends. I fear that the moment I stepped out of that dorm I lost them because I'm not "one of them". Not my fabulous friend though. He's probably still my friend.

On the way back we ran into a few drunk people. They were all over that night. Homecoming dance. Yeah one of the many reasons why I didn't go.

Ok so my dorm? Rumour is that it was originally just an upperclass, one person per room dorm. Which...totally makes sense because the rooms are tiny and there's only one closet. My dorm is the "friendly people" dorm. Yeah they're friendly....but it seems like they are TOO friendly...and then at the same time not friendly you know? I mean...it's the bad kind of friendly. the friendly that makes you want to be even more antisocial because these people intimidate the hell out of you. It's the friendly that makes you suspicious about whether they are just being nice to you because they have to. Bottom line is, I don't really fit here. I wish I could...

You see the dilemma I am in?

Also...I really miss playing the cello. I need to find a cheap way to be able to play. Roar.

I have a really good analogy on what my life is doing right now but only one person will get it really. eh. Has to do with tetris.

~AM

Creeping Tacos

Usually, I sit up in the 2nd floor, balcony type of thing in the cafeteria. It's easier to creep, I mean uh, people watch. Today I watched this one guy drink 7 drinks (2 OJ, 1 milk, 2 gatorade type things, 2 hot beverages of some sort). I don't know why this guy had 7 drinks. He had this itty bitty plate of food too. It was weird.

I got a job today. I'm going to be at the tortilla station making delicious burritos and tacos for all to enjoy. I have a theme song:

It's dinner on a thursday night... and you want a burriiiiitooooo. You're wondering where to get one...but you don't knoooowww. What will you do? Whoooo will you call?! AM! She's the taco-making maniac. AM! She makes tacos by the light of the mooooon....AM!

oh you thought I would reveal my name? How silly of you.

So yeah...I guess I start next thursday.

I learned something valuable in my textbook yesterday night. "War between Canada and the USA is unthinkable, perhaps not because of their liberal democratic constitutions, but because they are friends." Well thanks really expensive college textbook for that insight.

I got Craig Ferguson's autobiography two days ago. That book...has made me so happy. Seriously. Anybody who describes meeting Dick Cheney as: "I felt a little awkward; I'm always a bit shy around evil people"....gets laughs out of me.

I took a trip down to the wind turbine yesterday. I walked along the Cross Country 4K trail to do that. Needless to say I couldn't walk the entire 4K. Only walked about....1K. Oh fail. There was a squirrel who was really pissed off at me too. I don't know why. I didn't do anything to it. It was one of them "redhead" squirrels though. They have some sort of irish temper I guess.

Speaking of irish people, some irish dude came into my international relations class to talk to us about traveling to ireland. He was really awkward...but his accent was cool.

It rained all day today. It was nice to wake up to...but my pants got soaked walking around in it. Now I don't have any pants because I'm letting them dry. I'm wearing shorts. rrr.

Well I'm going to put away laundry and do homework and other boring stuff I guess. THEN I get to watch Little Miss Sunshine. I don't think you realize how long I've waited to finally see this movie.

~AM

Yes I'm Pathetic and Watch This Show

Glee.

I have a love hate relationship with this show. Actually.... it's mostly hate.

I'm seriously getting pissed off at all of these girls who are using their pregnancies (fake or real) for their own personal, manipulative gains on the men in their lives. I just want to punch them in the face. I feel sorry for the guys...and it makes me have this burning hate for women. I've always kinda had that though. Is it really necessary for this show to reinforce the negative stereotypes I already have? I didn't want this show to have an underlying theme of pregnancy. It makes me ANGRY.

Then the main chick...the one who always wants the solos? I want her to go away and stop talking. She's so full of herself...I can't feel sorry for her anymore.

What happened to the other glee people? They were kinda interesting but they kinda got shoved...not even just out of the spotlight...kind of off the stage really.

Don't even get me started on the football dude. Seriously.

The main teacher guy and the OCD chick? They make me angry. He's all married but OCD chick doesn't seem to care and I know she's gonna ruin everything. I mean, I'm pissed they made teacher dude's wife a bitch and all...but ugh. Something about women stealing men away from other women....it pisses me off. I don't want to watch it.

Something about happy high school people makes me bitter.

So why do I watch this show? 3 words. Kurt and Sue. That's it. I love Kurt. He makes me happy. How couldn't he? Sue is just...she wins. Everything she says just makes my day.

The principle guy isn't half bad either. I watch it for him too.

The musical numbers are a hit or a miss for me. Sometimes they are a little too cheesy for me. I'm lactose intolerant you know...I can only handle so much.

So yeah...I have to endure the main nonsense of the show in order to see the tiny little clips I want to see.

Maybe the show will shape up. I doubt it. I'm guessing I might have to stop watching altogether soon.

~AM

International Relations

This seems to be the only way I can study. I need to distract myself and yet learn at the same time. This has been an issue for me since I got here. Life is making it rather difficult for me to be sane and learn at the same time.

Anyways, if you don't want to learn things in an entertaining way....then don't read on.

Yay international relations is not only about the relations between nation-states...but it also concerns organizations!

Realism-people suck...they are selfish and can never ever be perfect. By now this should seem like common sense because the media likes to show you the awful things we do to one another. The main actors are the states....other things like organizations have to work within the framework of inter-state relations. Everything boils down to human nature. International politics is the struggle for power. globalization makes states interconnected which may make them more dependent on one another.....but states still are sovereign! So take that!

Liberalism-yay idealistic world of happy people. Humans can be perfectible but we need to spread democracy for that to happen! Notice how no two democracies have gone to war? Speaking of war...war is bad. It's not natural. Multinational corporations and international organizations are the main actors in most issue areas....state only gets the stage when they have their own interests in mind. the world is just one big complex bargaining machine. globalization is the end product of world politics. Yay we are all one big cobweb of relations.

Marxist-The world is a system. It's pretty fixed. ummm...other marxist ideas that I still dont' understand. globalization is a sham.

Constructivists- we make and remake the social world because humans are the key! the possibilities for human betterment and progress are endless! World is open to change! You can do anything if you wish for it! Globalization is just a political act so leaders don't have to take responsibility!

GLOBALIZATION GOOD: states aren't closed we are all together, communication goes up, world is homogeneous, economy is interdependent, global culture is developed, time and space collapse...yay.

GLOBALIZATION BAD/NONEXISTENT: it's just a buzzword, a lot of people still haven't made a phone call in their life, non-western values? hello?, drug cartels and terrorists and stuff can operate more easily, it's the latest stage in western imperialism, exploits well off nations....boo.

FUN FACT: Osama Bin Laden didn't like globalization or America...he wanted to stop them both. (hence why he targeted the WTC in the US). So then what does he do? Use airplanes for terrorist attacks, use video to communicate to people around the world, use global financial system to fund operations....does anyone else see a hypocrite here?

I'm going to spare you all the rest of my studying. I have lot more to go over. I'm going to go now.

~AM

Sorry I'm Not Entertaining You

I have other stuff in my life to worry about. Entertaining you is not on my list of priorities right now.

I'm not well. "Maybe you should go see a doctor and they can give you some nice happy pills"

I don't think you understand. Giving someone a pill isn't going to take away what has happened or what is going on. That will always be there regardless.

"But the medicine might make you happy"

See...by saying this the person might take is as "the medicine will make you...not you and that's a good thing. We don't like you right now. You need to be more fun." Yeah thanks.

Perhaps all you want to do is help this person and make their suffering stop though.

In that case, be a friend. Don't be a jerk and shove them away or ignore them or give them some medicine and hope that they will get better on their own. Trust me, being sad and alone doesn't make anyone feel any better.

What if the sad person is pushing you away? It's a defense mechanism. They don't want to hurt anyone else. They don't want to be a bother. I'm telling you though...you need to be there. Let them know they aren't a bother.

Perhaps they are pushing you away because they have trust issues. Perhaps every time they let someone in on their personal life, they end up getting hurt. I don't know what to tell you here. I have no solution for this case.

The best thing to do though....is listen. Try not to "fix" the problem. You can't fix it. Usually no one can fix it because what's been done is done. The sad person just needs to get through the sad somehow...and they need to find someone to help them through it.

Chances are when they finally find a person to help them get through the sad, the cycle will begin again and the sad person will get hurt, yet again, causing more sad.

Such is life.

~AM

Other Me

Why did everything have to happen in under two months?

It's like something is pulling a string on me....unraveling me. Soon I'll be just a heap of tangled string on the ground instead of a nice, stable, blanket.

Everything is just....it's wrong. It shouldn't be this way.

If there's another me living in a parallel universe...living my life only opposite....I want to hurt her because other me must be having the time of her life. She must just have the perfect life ever.

Why can't I be on the nice side? why do I have to be on the crappy side of the universe?

I guess...I'm bitter. Nothing seems to work out for me. It's just...I'm not happy. I can't be.

People have been telling me for a while "it can only get better". Instead, it's gotten worse and worse. Something tells me I'm going to have to hit the lowest of lows ever....before things get better.

I feel like throwing up.

~AM

Home

So I'm home.

I just got done packing most of my life away a few weeks ago. Now I'm back to pack up the rest of it and say goodbye to all familiarity.

I just realized that I really really missed my bed...and my shower...and my entire bathroom in general....my room....my tiger that sticks it's tongue out at everyone...my blankets.

Oh yeah...I guess my family too.

I really missed my cat though. I was worried about leaving her. Turns out I was right. I left...and my cat stopped eating. She stopped coming up the stairs. She's silent...she never meows or anything. She can barely walk. She can't seem to close her eyes and sleep at the moment. She just sits helplessly in her basket most of the time.

I at least got her to drink. Her eyes are clouding over though. God I just cried when I saw her. I tried to put her in my lap so she could rest there...all nice a warm. She just sat on my lap and stared and wouldn't lie down. I pick her up...there's no resistance. She's a rag doll in my arms. She doesn't meow or anything at me. She purred a little...very softly though. She wouldn't even eat a ritz cracker. She loves those things.

What in the world has happened to my cat in the last 2 weeks? Sure she's 18 but...still. She was not like this when I left.

So here I am...home...in my bed...unable to sleep.

You don't understand do you? It's not just a cat. She's my cat.

ah hell who reads this anyways?

~AM

The Lutheran Gangs

Alright. I've been wanting to write about this for a while.

ELCA vs. Missouri Synod

Now, to start off with, both of these groups are Lutheran. So they should get along yay hooray right?

Well...not so much really.

Now you may have heard ELCA in the news lately. They are the Lutherans who allow gay clergy and such. Overall, ELCA is very welcoming and tolerant of GLBT people. Props for them. They haven't really said that being homosexual is an okay way to live...but obviously they haven't said that it isn't okay.

Missouri Synod? Yeah. They aren't exactly cool with that. Missouri Synod Lutherans are against all that because it's against God's will. It says so in the Bible.

Which leads us to the next difference. ELCA is pretty lax with the whole Bible thing. The believe that the ideas God is trying to convey to us are in there...but the Bible isn't WORD FOR WORD OMG TRUE. Basically things that have to do with the history of the time and science...kinda not relevant to now...but the basic concept is in there. Alright let me try to explain this in an example. So...the whole thing with God creating the earth in 7 days...they don't believe it was literally 7 days. God's days could be different than ours. 1 day could have been millions of years. See...ELCA like the whole evolution deal and the earth a is a billion years old and stuff like that. So they incorporated that into their teachings. The Bible doesn't lose any context....God is still behind the creation of the earth.

Missouri Synod gets a little pissy about that. They believe that what is written is all true. There is no error. At all. If God said he created the planet in 7 days then dammit he did. Then there's my personal favorite.... the "women being submissive" passage in the Bible. In the Missouri Synod Church...women can't be pastors. They couldn't even be involved in voting with the church for a long time. Like...just in the last couple decades I think they finally count as a voting member. Women were frowned upon if they had any sort of...dignity really. Women should be spinning wool and making clothes from it or whatever. Forget about a job or a career. Your career is to stay home and make your family happy. Some people are okay with that. Most women are not but they just have to deal I guess. Lately, Missouri Synod has been lightening up a little on that whole "women can't have jobs" thing though...but they still kind of imply that's the way to go.

ELCA are pretty forgiving people. If you don't believe Jesus is what you're really eating...that's okay most people don't. You want an abortion? Well...alright if you really have to. Evolution? hell yeah.

Missouri Synod? Not so much. If you don't believe you're eating Jesus...then you can't really have him and eat him with us so...go away. You want an abortion? No. Evolution? They shouldn't be teaching kids that. Creationism all the way!

So...

Missouri Synod is really conservative and doesn't really like people who think differently.

ELCA pretty much accept everyone....and every religion.... except if you're a non-ELCA Lutheran.

That's just my view on it though.

I was brought up Missouri Synod and was exposed to ELCA throughout my life...and now I'm surrounded by ELCA people.

I'm going to tell you the truth here....I don't associate with either. I'm not...a Lutheran. I'm sorry. I'm not a non-believer atheist who's going to hell. It's hard to explain exactly what I believe and what I am....but I'm closer to a "there's probably SOMETHING but...who knows really?" person who is going to hell.

~AM

Homesickness and Fear of Independence

Are two things I don't have.

Homesickness?...what home?

Fear of Independence? I've been ready to be independent since the age of 3.

I also don't have time.

~AM

Squirrel Cop

http://www.tavres.com/Dave/TAL-SquirrelCop.wma

Listen to it.

Or you can not.

Anyway, today I was social. Hooray! I don't have a job though. Oh no! I tried getting a job as a telemarketer...though they claim it's not. The jobs were all taken though. :-(I can get a job as an assistant to the environmental studies department....yep.I can't save the earth by typing in data...but I guess it's a start.

I went to a GLOW (Gay Lesbian Or Whatever)meeting today. No, I am not gay, lesbian, or whatever. I'm a supporter....and supporters are allowed in the club too. Plus it's a way to be social without worrying about creeper guys stalking you. I guess...it might be girls now who might want to stalk me. Eh...I'll take it as a compliment. It was a lot of fun though. Fun people.

Alright. This is what I'm going to talk about today though:

http://shelleytherepublican.com/2006/04/27/harry-potter-the-hogwarts-express-to-hell.aspx

Oh. My. God.

I don't care if this has been going on since the books first came out. It is still entertaining for me to read stuff like this. The first paragraph just kills me.

Oh yes, children yearn to be good and learn about the wonders of God's glory. Where do they go? The library...which is supposed to be safe and good and full of christian-approved books. Then those damn librarians have to come and expose our children to satan!!!! And to think...they stock those books right next to the beloved Narnia books! The horror of it all!

The little anecdote provided by some kid in Atlanta? Yeah I didn't understand that either. It seems like they left out a few sentences. I didn't understand the connection of witchcraft and depression. "I like the books. Therefore I wanted to see if the spells worked because I'm a kid and I do stuff like that. Then I got depressed for some reason in 7th grade. I mean...no one is depressed at that age!"

Then it goes on to mention that Harry doesn't pray to God when he tries to defeat Voldemort and stuff and that God isn't mentioned at all. Oh no! There's a lot of books that don't mention God. Clifford...Arthur...you know...supposedly kid friendly books. So one could say also that...these lovable books are actually books that are evil and written by satan. I mean come on...there's got to be some witchcraft behind Clifford's enormous size and the fact that Arthur is a talking aardvark.

I don't know what this CAP alert that she mentions is...but I'll be sure to look it up.

blah blah blah it ends with god Bless America.

Fun Fact:

books that have been banned in various places in the USA:
Grapes of Wrath
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Catcher In the Rye
To Kill a Mockingbird
...pretty much a great majority of the books we had to read in High School have been banned in other places.

Also surprisingly, "Julie of the Wolves" is a challenged book. Which, I honestly don't understand at all.

~AM

Can't I Just Major In Super Special Awesome?

I could start off with an attention getter like....startling statistics. Yeah. I'll do that.

1.1 billion people lack access to safe drinking water

by 2025, 75% of the world's need for water will exceed supply for it

There is a layer 3km thick of toxic haze over S. Asia

There are 2 Billion metric tons of pollutants in the air

90% of large predator fish have been removed from the ocean

Every year, Americans, on average, throw away 2 billion tons of disposable razors

Scared yet?

I don't know what point I'm trying to make. I'm just trying to transition into my thoughts as to what I would like to major in. I have been thinking about majoring in Environmental Studies now. Don't laugh...I'm trying to save your planet fools.

The whole teaching deal is up in the air right now. I don't know if that's what I want to do right now. Maybe later in life I'll come back and be a licensed teacher.

But for now...who says I need a license to be able to teach? Maybe I can be one of those little ranger chicks at the National Parks who tells children of the horrors of bear attacks and to not litter and stuff like that. Then by the light of the moon I would go out and save the planet somehow.

This is all hypothetical. It's only the first few days of class and I have 4 years to go. But seriously, if I majored in environmental studies, I could easily major in something else. That's right...double major. I could even triple that offer. Yes. triple major. Or at least...double with a concentration I guess.

It's perfect for an indecisive person like myself.

I don't know what I want to do with my life really though. I once knew. Now I don't. We'll see. It would just be nice to have a realistic goal in my life.

~AM

>:-(

I was originally going to write a rant about stuff that was all entertaining and blah.

Problems in my brain have arisen though.

I'm too acrid to write.

Come back tomorrow.

~AM

Live Long and Prosper

So, I'm thoroughly convinced that what I just viewed was a bootleg version of Star Trek. Sweet.

I don't know if I should mention where I went today...for it might reveal my whereabouts therefore compromising my choice to remain slightly unidentifiable to the general public. Ah....who am I kidding no one is going to stalk me on this thing. I'm not important.

I went to Jesse James Days. I couldn't see the reenactment. I heard a lot of gunshots and horses and stuff. I have 4 years to see it though. I also have the rest of the year to explore the town in which I now currently reside in...when there's less people out and about. The walk back to college....was killer. I am never ever walking into town again. I have a bike. I should...utilize that.

Actually I might still walk back into town. It burns off a lot of calories. You know....I have been eating at least 3x as much as I have been previously eating in my life. I'm on my way to being normal weight if I'm not already woooo!

Seriously. The food is delicious. I feel like such a pig though. I'm not kidding you guys. You wouldn't believe how much I eat. I barely believe it.

~AM

There's Something Lacking

People.

So there was this girl. She wanted to borrow my bike for 10 minutes. Ok sure. Half an hour later she comes back and tells me I can lock it up now. We go up there. Bike is gone. Her friend randomly took it and started to ride it around. Her friend, I've noticed, likes to take bikes that aren't locked up and just...ride them around. She doesn't hurt them or steal them or whatever. She just...likes to ride bikes.

So there was this old guy. He's in my french class. I'm sure he's there to learn and blah blah blah and all...but he's creepy. He stares.

So there was this guy. He's pretty...fabulous.

So there's this girl. No wait...didn't I just see here over there? So there were these twins. They are from kansas. They are interesting. I can't even begin to describe them.

So there with this guy walking around. He had a cowboy hat, a bandanna around his neck, and short-short jean shorts on. Actually, there was a few of those today.

Yeah...then there's me. I keep mostly to myself I guess. I just observe. I'm just...not in the mood to make a whole new set of friends.

And anyways...even though I've met a lot of people here....no one else has really...clicked with me besides my roommate. I'm cool with that though. haha...I've already been a little rejected by people. Maybe I'm just awkward. Oh well. So be it.

College is cool and all. But...there's something missing.

It's you.

~AM

Shock Me Like An Electric Eel

So today I got to go to my two other classes.

My first class for the day was Environmental Studies. So...I've been noticing that lutherans are really clicky. haha...I think word got out that I'm a Missouri Synod Lutheran and not an ELCA Lutheran. More on that later. That rant is for another time I think.

But no...like there were tables that fit 3 people at them. At every table there was either 3 girls or 3 guys. And of course everybody was scandinavian. Then there was this Chinese guy sitting by himself at his table. I felt bad for him. The other white people looked menacing to me so I sat by him. Yeah...I think I'm racist against white people now. I mean they aren't all like that I just...I dunno. huh.

So anyway I sat by him. Turns out he came here directly from Shanghai, China. His name is....Xiang? I think so. He was really nice and it turns out he signed up to be in the party dorm without knowing it. So he really hates going to his dorm and does everything possible to not go there except to sleep and stuff. He kept asking me which dorms were the studious ones. So yeah I talked to a person finally.

Then I learned to never go to lunch right at noon. EVERYBODY WAS THERE.

My storytelling writing class. I. Love. That. Class. My professor is so nice and...it's a storyteller class! What is there not to love!? I think I'm going to enjoy that class a lot. Oh and I met someone who challenges AP's fierceness. He is...fabulous.

Then I did homework for a million hours it seems...and I still have a bit to do tonight...

I signed up to be in GLOW....The Gay Lesbian Or Whatever club. My conservative-minded family members would just LOVE me if they found out about that.

I'm not a lesbian in case you were wondering. I joined it because I care. Plus I got a cool button.

The title...um...the radio station KSTO...they were playing Electric Feel by MGMT and I really like that song...and it's stuck in my head...and I feel happy that they played that song. I went up to them and told them that. They had a giant domo set up too outside...and they were proud of me because I seemed to be the only one who knew what it was. Next year...I will be on KSTO. Next year.

Up until today...I had never had a Klondike Bar. I had one today....I wasn't impressed. So what would I do for a Klondike Bar? Not much. Certainly not pay for one.

~AM

Bathroom Edition

In this special bathroom edition I will post random facts about the bathroom in random places (although I know a certain Mr. Ramp that would argue that I just strategically placed them to make it appear random or something like that).

So the first day of classes went well. I'm a little worried about the work load...but ok.

I use the middle sink when I can because it is 3rd one in either way you go. I like the number 3.

International relations, or, as my textbook likes to call it for reasons I don't care to explain, "World Politics", sounds like an interesting class. I don't like the whole group project thing we have to do later on. It sort of sounded like the Treaty of Paris type of deal we did in AmStuds, only not fun. But my professor, Tony, (yeah he wants us to call him by his first name!) is freaking amazing. Seriously. I think I'm going to like this class.

When going to the bathroom, pick the stall that is next to or a couple away from the corner ones. Just because. If you're just changing, go in the very corners because no one uses those very often because they are all using the one that is next to or a couple away from it...so you don't have to worry about the floor having germs.

French 112. Okay....so I had trouble finding the class today because I wrote down the wrong room number. So I walk all the way down to the basement, and walk into the room that I think is my class. There's this conference table and people with russian textbooks in it. So I'm like "ummm I'm in the wrong class" and slowly backed out. One step. Then the next. Then I walked away really fast. So I had to go look up where my class was and it turns out it's on the top floor. So I run up 3 flights of stairs and make it to class. So...I didn't understand half of what the professor said the whole time. She was all speaking french really fast. It was nice to see that there were other people looking awkwardly around like me because they didn't know what was going on. There's only 15 people in the class though so...it's kinda noticeable that you don't know what's going on unfortunately. There was also this creepy 50 year old dude in my class named Steve or something.

If you're not alone in the bathroom and you're self-conscious about people hearing you pee, try to use the bathroom when someone is in stall number 2. That toilet has a longer flush time than the others which will cover up the sound of you peeing for a decent amount of time.

I have a ton of reading to do already...ew. Tony doesn't even like the "World Politics" book...but I guess it's a necessary evil. We also have to read this book called "The translator" by Monday. That's 200 pages. It's like a humanities book though....it's awesome. I recommend you read it sometime.

I had choir practice today. Nothing happened for us altos really. The end. Oh yeah...I made it into the all-women's choir. I'm an alto 2.

Never ever ever make direct eye contact with anyone in the bathroom. Don't even think about making small talk unless you all are just brushing your teeth.

~AM

Yo all you home dogs out there...um...check it!

I don't know what the kids say these days. The call their rooms "pads" or "chillaxin areas".

So here's my chillaxin area:


The theme is 1920's so this is outside the door. Our pictures are the best.


This is my bed. Say hi to Sir Nigel Shonky up there.


Under the bed. Yummy food.


My desk with all of it's cluttered glory.


Close up of the desk. Yeah...it's a T-Rex. Yeah...that's a banana.


Close up of the top shelf of desk. Things that make me happy.

So yep. That's my side of my chillaxin area. I don't know if my roommate would like me to photograph her area and post it all over. But I can tell you she does have a little christmas tree that we decorated, a superman cape, and a coconut bra.

~AM

um yah yah um yah yah um yah yah (repeat until you die of exhaustion)

Dying of exhaustion is pretty much what I did today. So...here's a rundown.

Wake up. Decided I didn't want to wake up. Debated whether I should go to the language breakfast thing that I was told I should attend. Fall asleep. Wake up. Decide that I should probably go. Arrive late to the breakfast thing. Discover it doesn't matter. Get breakfast as usual. Add a lemon to the tray. Discover sitting on the top floor is neat. Discover I didn't really have to go to the language breakfast after all because it didn't really exist.

Head to the chapel. Listen to some lady talk about registration. Decide that I'm really tired. Zone out. Snap out of it. Figure I should listen to what she's saying. Start to zone out and think about when I'm gonna sleep. Meeting done. Herded off to another meeting in the new science building. I become happy at the fact that this meeting was actually helpful. Meeting done. Herded off to another meeting about the honor code in the old science building. Discover that the professors leave during every test so don't cheat, hold peers accountable...blah blah blah be honest (add in implication that if you do that, God will love you). Break off from herd and skip last meeting.

Killer headache setting in. Figure I should do what I'm supposed to do for my registration meeting with my advisor. Start looking at classes. Head feels like it wants to eat me. Wasn't able to get lunch. Snack on ritz bits and drink some ale...ginger ale that is. Head to advisor meeting. Ends up being a group meeting rather than a one on one deal. Figure out a plan for my schedule.

Leave to go take a dumb test that they assured me wasn't a standardized test. Walk into old science building, head pounding...and pretty much take a standardized writing test. Two hours later after that nonsense and enduring annoying guy next who wouldn't stop talking to all of his buddies....I was done.

I run away, far far away from the writing test that supposedly won't count for or against me in anyway. I thank sociology class for helping me get through both of the writing prompts and head back to my dorm.

I get there. I crash. I can't sleep. I don't know what I did. Hour later dinner was being served. I made sure I went there as quickly as possible after downing some meds to ease my headache. Then I got my food. Food glorioius food. Chocolate pudding...pizza...chicken...salad...cookie....food. I was happy and fat.

Came back to dorm and listened to Wait Wait and music and such. Pretty much almost fell asleep. Looked at my registration card and realized it wasn't mine. Freak out. Can't do anything about it at the moment...being herded. Went to the chapel again to learn the school song and such. JM's is better. No competition there.

Come back to dorm where they are serving rootbeer floats. I search for the girl who has my card because I have hers. She is found! We fix the crises and all is well. Stuff starts to happen in the dorm lounge but my roommate and I are anti-social and we decide to take showers instead since no one is there.

Shower. Done. Online. Registration touch ups. Facebook. Write in blog. Do other stuff.

so yeah.

I hope to get to bed before midnight tonight.

~AM

"We're Lesbians....Boys Aren't Invited!"

So...

I'm feeling all nerrr.

The title is just a silly thing I heard. But it also relates to my nerrr.

I just....I don't want to deal with guys. I just...don't. There's...reasons that contribute to this that I could explain now, but don't really feel like it because it just ends up making me really sad plus you really don't have to know. Then there's also the fact that the guys here are either awkward, very religious, sporty jocks, creeps, or the male equivalents to sluts. I don't trust them. Not at all. I don't want to deal with them. I'm not interested. I'm not looking. DO NOT WANT.

Girls and gay guys. That's who I want to be friends with. Just saying.

I'm feeling anti-social and tired now. I miss familiarity so much. My bed...oh Higher Being Of My Personal Choice how I miss my bed too.

"It must be really hard to walk with your knees bent in and your feet pointed in and your @$$ sticking out"

~AM

“I kinda smell alcohol in here….and I defiantly can see your marijuana”

First day at college.

What can I say? It hasn't really hit me yet.

I seem to be the only one who wants to kinda sleep now.

Currently, most of the freshman are at this thing called "awkward dace". It's really quite self-explanatory. You go...you stand around all awkward...you search for people you met earlier that day....you don't see anyone you know...you don't dance because you sure as hell aren't going to start dancing by yourself. Actually, most of the people there were dancing and such and not looking awkward at all. Well...it lived up to its name for me at least.

So I decided "screw awkwardness....I've been dealing with that all day" and then proceeded to battle my fear of the showers instead.

Now, no one was at the showers. They were all at the awkward dance having an un-awkward time. I still wore my swim suit and everything though. Yeah, I'm one of THOSE people. Got a problem with that?

I mean, honestly though. It was all hot and nasty today. Cleanliness over friendliness.

So yeah...I'm being kinda antisocial right now. But I'm clean.

I suppose I should explain the title...but trust me, it's a lot more interesting if I don't.

~AM