tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24991101144324041702024-03-13T09:00:01.308-07:00The College KiddAlyciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550851039903154639noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-81562878364153382672010-11-20T10:28:00.000-08:002010-11-20T10:54:00.617-08:00HumbuggeryFor quite a while now I have had a serious problem with Christmas. What in the world led to this disdain for merriment? As a kid I loved Christmas. As a teenager, it was an excuse to play drinking games at Christmas dinner (drink every time dad says "on it" till Grace is faced). However, now as a young adult I feel loathing. Could it be I have finally realized the error in materialism? Lost religion? Watched Jim Carry's "The Grinch" too many times (<a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/The-Grinch-jim-carrey-141528_1024_768.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.fanpop.com/spots/jim-carrey/images/141528&usg=__RRJUexJepE_ngll3vysgcpjoQ88=&h=768&w=1024&sz=219&hl=en&start=13&sig2=hibnHqxSDW2I8ncI8So_kA&zoom=1&tbnid=SmwwkfKVhCgNQM:&tbnh=128&tbnw=172&ei=oRjoTI6xNMP38AbagInVDA&prev=/images%3Fq%3DThe%2BGrinch%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26channel%3Ds%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D601%26tbs%3Disch:10%2C768&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=1018&vpy=152&dur=561&hovh=167&hovw=223&tx=120&ty=138&oei=jxjoTIyfGoKKlweTwq2uCw&esq=4&page=2&ndsp=20&ved=1t:429,r:19,s:13&biw=1280&bih=601">this</a> should fill you will uncontrollable rage)? Well the possibility of all these is high (especially that awful movie). However, I think something more sinister is at the heart of my malevolent view...... The end of the semester.<br /><br />From the beginning of November to the middle of December, I stop sleeping, eat minimally and terribly, and exist as a caffeine based being. Let me fill you in on my last week as an example. On Sunday, I spent 6 hours studying biochem in a coffee shop till I literally resonated with chemical energy. Monday, I woke up a 4:30 in the morning to study some more biochem, then went to work, then went to class, then considered sleeping in the corner of the classroom building, then studied biochem in the coffee shop for 5 hours. I don't remember Tuesday. I assume it happened... Maybe... Well in any case I slept in till 8 on Wednesday. I then went to class, skipped work, and studied for at least 2 more hours. Then I took my exam. A pattern like this has been going on for weeks, and it will only get worse till after finals.<br /><br />Once finals are over, I am sleep deprived, starved, and perpetually fighting off caffeine withdrawal symptoms. Then bam (!) it is Christmas and I have to feel merry and bright. In reality, I need to crawl into a cave sleep for 2 weeks. Combine that with worst of the worst music, aka Christmas music, and you have one <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?fbid=410535366049&set=t.594319631&pid=5103614&id=619736049">grinchy girl</a>. I could go on a complete Christmas music rant, however that I will save for a better day. In short, a steady build up of stress finished off with <a href="http://www.slack-time.com/music-video-8247-Justin-Bieber-Someday-At-Christmas-Live">Justin Bieber</a> telling me to have a "very merry Christmas" spirit makes my heart shrink two sizes too small.G-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-19620420781475712012010-11-09T10:26:00.000-08:002010-11-09T10:49:31.666-08:00Yesterday I sat outside in a sweater, under a tree, and read. Today, I am huddled in the warm under belly of Physical Sciences. Why the change from natural to nerdy? One word: snow. <br />Initially, I cursed the precipitation, but then I thought maybe I should pro con this snow business. So here it is, me deciding if I like the snow...<br /><br />PRO: I get to wear more clothes. Shirt, sweater, scarf, hat, blazer, thick socks, and my favorite boots. Every hipster kid dreams of wearing several ironic items all at one. What is a better excuse than freezing weather?<br /><br />PRO: Less visible skanks on campus. Sure it was nice out a couple days later. However, that also meant I had to see half ass hanging out of skirts and shorts. Granted snow doesn't mean these people don't exist anymore (can you imagine? awesome), however at least I don't have the urge to gouge my eyes out.<br /><br />PRO: In an emergency situation I can probably just lie down in the snow and blend in to the sparkly whiteness.<br /><br />CON: To blend into the snow I would probably have to dress like a Bond girl circa 1965.<br /><br />CON? Was that last one really a con....?<br /><br />CON: People tend to want to have ridiculous coffee drinks when it snows. I realize correlation doesn't equal causation (egad! Thanks Sats. 1000), but anytime it remotely looks like Christmas people want diabetes in a cup.<br /><br />PRO: I kind of want hot cocoa...<br /><br />So, taking a tally that is four pros and one (one and a half?) cons. I guess I do like the snow. Who's up for sledding?<br /><br />And a little snow related playlist<br /><br /><a href="http://hypem.com/track/1022119/Snow+Patrol+-+Chocolate">Chocolate- Snow Patrol</a><br /><a href="http://hypem.com/track/1228505/Fleet+Foxes+-+White+Winter+Hymnal">White Winter Hymnal- Fleet Foxes</a><br /><a href="http://hypem.com/track/1226954/White+Hinterland-Cataract">Cataract-White Hinterland</a><br /><a href="http://hypem.com/track/1168812/Arcade+Fire+-+Neighborhood+1+Tunnels+">Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)- Arcade Fire</a>G-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-8752269184885328342010-09-13T20:12:00.000-07:002010-09-13T20:44:56.717-07:00Its the Little Things... like a can of spray paint<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMVmGkfBoZo/TI7twzr5bDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7SrVZURZoys/s1600/47738_491058633573_784578573_7092576_4528081_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516608016339266610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wMVmGkfBoZo/TI7twzr5bDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7SrVZURZoys/s320/47738_491058633573_784578573_7092576_4528081_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Walking around a college campus everyday gets a bit monotonous. I mean, same route (the quickest one), same tree, same building, hell same squirrel (who is way too tame), same spray paint stencil... Hold up... Nope that is new, and entirely improved. Laramie doesn't really have hard core taggers. In fact if I said taggers people would probably start talking to me about killing some animal until I said admitted I was a vegetarian. Additionally, Laramie has zero murals (I guess a town of predominately white people has nothing cool to paint on the sides of buildings). Anyway, seeing this simple spray paint stencil kind of, sort of, really made my day.<br /><br />The first stencil I saw was a little cartoonish cat that said "Halp" under it. I though to myself, "finally memes have made it to the street!" Adorable, no real message and simple... in a day filled with biochemistry and integrative physiology this is exactly what I wanted to see walking into the classroom building.<br /><br />Then walking home I noticed a one of those large gray fuse boxes not completely covered in "lost cat" or "giant poster sale" posters. Instead, a <a href="http://www.wormsandgermsblog.com/uploads/image/Raccoon%20Mario.jpg">Raccoon Mario</a> was spray paint stenciled on it. I smiled and crossed the street. So far no one has covered that fuse box with tons of neon paper. This second piece of guerilla art had officially made my day.<br /><br />A couple days later I noticed one more stencil. By far the coolest one. The stencil is of a woman; it looks like she is wearing a straight jacket (but not tightened). By far it is the most intricate, and also the one that most reminds me of home.<br /><br />I still do not know who the guerilla artist is, and I might not ever. People may argue it is vandalism. However, in Laramie random art doesn't exist, and really I do not need to see anymore magenta paper telling me about a club meeting. Seeing the random Mario puts <a href="http://hypem.com/search/Alice%20Practice/1/">8 bit music</a> in my head, and the meme on the sidewalk is like an inside joke, but really the sleek woman reminds me of the city.<br /><br />The picture above is courtesy of the lovely Sarah Quesada.G-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-26925051893291229062010-08-23T19:42:00.000-07:002010-08-23T20:14:24.092-07:00Senior... Wait... What?So as I wait for my True Blood episode to buffer, I figured I would do some real school work. Yep, that is right, telling you all about my first day as a senior... in college... that noise was stomach dropping at the though of the real world. So to commemorate this momentous day, I made memos on my BlackBerry all day. Just so I can get this right. <br /><br />To start off, I woke up obscenely early (6:15 am). Of course I laid out my first day of school outfit as I have done since Kindergarten, yes even when I wore a uniform. Walking out the door, jamming to Sleigh Bells "<a href="http://hypem.com/search/riot%20rhythm/1/">Riot Rhythm</a>" a pretty bad ass way to start the day. However, what I realized is that this is the beginning of a semester that literally could be the end of me. All 4000/5000 level classes (well I guess that makes sense with the senior thing). Well that was enough to give me a panic attack by the time I got to work, and oddly the caffeine did little to calm me down. By my second class, I was pretty sure that my schedule was actually some sort of sick suicide note. I sat next to my genius friend who told me how he studied all summer for the MCAT while I was busy driving back and forth from Denver. <br /><br />Then I did the unthinkable, entered the bookstore... On the first day of classes... It was a madhouse to say the least. To make matters even more fun, the course packet I needed hadn’t been printed and the Asian kid behind me smelled like he rolled out of sewage plant. Walking to my next class, listening to Tegan and Sara "<a href="http://hypem.com/search/Tegan%20and%20Sara%20Monday%2C%20Monday%2C%20Monday/1/">Monday, Monday, Monday</a>," I notice the entire campus is walking in the opposite direction of me. I swear mating salmon have an easier time moving upstream. <br />Finally, I reach my class (Technical Writing... my least favorite type of writing). However, all of the sudden, my day takes a turn for the better. My teacher looks like he is a student, and he starts out saying he wants to teach this class as much as I want to be there! Finally, my pouting in the back is justified! Additionally, a not so bad looking fella sits next to me (bonus points!). <br /><br />Well, after that my day totally brightened. Classrooms weren't uncomfortably cold, people seemed to stop looking at my <a href="http://emilyrebekah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/cerulean-crayons.jpg">periwinkle</a> hair with distain, and I even got a nap later.<br /><br />Well, my True Blood is beckoning, so I will end this post on a high note. Also, as a new TA I feel like this final song is back to school bonus for everyone, and the title is just so awesome... Pains of Being Pure at Heart <a href="http://hypem.com/search/Tenure%20Itch/1/">"Tenure Itch."</a>G-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-15208148938519048562010-08-22T21:23:00.000-07:002010-08-24T17:46:18.895-07:00So... tomorrow is the big day huh?!"So, are you ready for The Big Day" I said to my friend Ben Friday night in the midst of casual conversation. He looked at me strange for a second as if he didn't know what "The Big Day" was. I watched the lights in his head flicker on and off for a second before finally deciding to stay on. Everyone knows what the big day is. "You mean Monday?" Silly Boy, of course I meant Monday, I love the First Day of School. Don't act like you don't.<br />
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</div><div>After all, The First Day of School as been a tradition burned into our heads our heads since around the age of four, or five depending on if your name first appeared on the roll call sheet in pre-school or kindergarten. Tis' the season for back-to-school sales and specials, school clothes, supply lists. Just because were in college doesn't mean we have to walk around and act like we aren't excited for the big day. If anything, we should be more excited and thrilled with anticipation. Yes, Monday marks the end of sleeping in until one and tanning by the water; but it also means the end of summer 9-5 jobs and the torturous pace of summer classes. And if your lucky, by the end of the week,or even by Wednesday, you will get to basque in the other activities that Back To School has to offer you; like puke rallies and keg stands.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So now you are probably thinking, "Where is she going with all this?" I have decided that since back to school is an annual occurrence in the majority of our lives <i>for</i> the majority of our lives it's safe to say that the first day of school should be considered a holiday. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I'm now in my fourth year of college meaning tomorrow marks my 18th first day of school. Though purchasing new outfits with financial aid disbursement checks, breaking open fresh packs of pens, and fighting third graders in the aisles of Target for the best notebooks (as if they didn't know "college ruled" is for College kids, and college kids only) now seems routine it still carries the same excitement year after year. It makes me feel rather accomplished. Happy First Day of School to everyone reading, and if your First Day isn't just yet, I wish it to you in advance. And lastly, if by some strange occurrence you already started school, I apologize for my tardiness, Happy Belated First Day of School. </div>Alyciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550851039903154639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-18800954771715345762010-08-18T18:31:00.000-07:002010-08-18T18:31:08.467-07:00University textbooks prices can get expensive<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Students who attend already know there are many expenses to pay off such as loans, tuition, room and board fees and to top it off, dreaded textbooks. Obviously, buying college textbooks can be essential for college students while enrolled in courses; however they may view buying textbooks as a penny-pinching experience. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A vast majority of college students would agree, buying textbooks for classes can be a hassle; but many of us do it anyway. When professors assign textbooks for courses many students comply because they should help us learn coursework and pass classes. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Although a main con of buying textbooks is sky-high prices, are there alternative resources when purchasing them? The answers maybe just near our fingertips. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The Chegg website is a textbook website where textbooks can be rented and shipped to a mailing address. It could be a good resource considering it allows students to rent textbooks and then mail them back to the sender. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Another well-known website Amazon can be a resource for buying textbooks at discounted prices. On the Amazon website it mentioned there are discounts nearly 30 percent on new textbooks and about 90 percent discounts on used textbooks. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Then there is the Barnes and Noble. The Barnes and Noble website shows there are many low prices on textbooks available for students to purchase. As like many stores, there are alternatives when it comes to college textbooks, buying or renting are a few options. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Therefore, whenever students need textbooks, they should be aware that there are alternatives to buying them to succeed and be ahead of the college class. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div>DaMarkushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01003390088463984259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-61591376251478656862010-08-03T21:04:00.000-07:002010-08-03T21:56:39.974-07:00SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!*<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span> Well hello there gentle blogophiles, my name is Jack (with a C) and I'm here to discuss a terrifying part of life that haunts us as we go off to our college adventures. No, not our illegitimate high school offspring (I'm not nearly cool enough for that...yet), I am talking about immunizations, or the records of them at least. For most, these forms are simply passed from sadistic pediatricians to elementary schools to high schools and so on, so unless you are some backwoods prodigy who can still contract mumps, I'm not here to judge, this is a fairly straight forward process. That is unless a rather bizarre set of circumstances cause you to live in a depressing version of a <a href="http://www.helium.com/items/1880673-biography-rube-goldberg">Rube Goldberg</a> machine like I do.<br />It's a well known fact that I panic under pressure, so during registration the last thing I want to see is that little caution symbol that warns of impending holds (<a href="http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/8/2010/06/340x_what_01.jpg">me</a>). Cue nausea, but it's all ok, it's just immunizations. Now imagine a very lazy pediatric nurse who loathes archiving, the fact that I have two siblings, and a high school that couldn't give two shits about whether the students could survive a polio outbreak. Mix 'em together with a dash of nitpickyness and voila, my immunization record lists my shots as having occurred two years before my birth and I'm labeled the fraudulent, disease riddled kid who took a semester off (it wasn't Rubella, swear). While I like to think maybe my parents signed on for preconception vaccinations, I must face that this is not some fairy land where science cures diseases before the kid can get it. So now I have to attempt to vandalize my record so it doesn't look fraudulent, that or, I dunno, switch to one of those religions that don't allow vaccines (like mormonism, right?). Basically I get to choose between going to prison for fraud or for practicing Islam. AMERICA!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">for the record this is not me chanting a popular "hip-hop" song lyrics, rather screaming in fear and should be read as such. </span></span>countjackulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07894164592425284515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-45621696573215653202010-08-03T20:05:00.000-07:002010-08-03T20:21:32.430-07:00Dog Days of Summer (classes)Well after 12 weeks, 3 hair colors, 14 exams, and countless dollars spent in gas to keep me from rotting in Laramie, I am in the home stretch of summer classes. So, I take this time to reflect. To see how I have grown mentally, emotionally, physically (mostly physically... stupid beer). Summer classes are an odd mind set. I sat everyday with the same twenty people and one teacher. The classes are less like college and more like a return to grade school. You sit for nearly the same amount of time, you see the same dozen or so kids, and you pray for a movie or bathroom break. After 12 weeks, I realize that unusual "classroom friendships" are formed. Not to say they are bad, but they are formed out of necessity. Suddenly everyone in the class knows you. The best was the classmate hook up by far. In large classes which don't meet everyday, impossible to tell. However, in summer classes, a guy and a girl who sit near each other both conveniently miss class the same day; day after day... hook up. From personal experience people also call you out more. Especially hen you look like shit, because you went to bed at 1am and drove 2 hours to class at 5:30 am. Suddenly, you are in a room with several people who see you more than you get to see TV (scary, I know). Additionally, there are no non-trads and no freshmen... so it is pretty much the perfect classroom, everyone doesn't care, and no one wants to be the kid who asks a bunch of questions. The professors are different, too. Better. Caring less. Canceling more. Overall, summer class wasn't terrible. Sure, I probably missed some excellent summer TV (oh wait nope, America's Got Talent still sucks). But what I learned is take 1000 levels during the summer; get an easier professor, less freshman. Buy a box of crayola crayons pretend you are in 3rd grade.G-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-61192040636551844032010-07-29T23:07:00.000-07:002010-07-29T23:07:36.755-07:00Non-Trads and Book Buyback Season: a recipe for disaster<div class="MsoNormal">Ah, book buyback time at little old CSU-Pueblo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First off, let me give any readers that aren’t from Pueblo a little background.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have a Textbook Buyback once a semester and about three times during the summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There aren’t really any other buyers in our area so for any of us who don’t take the time or don’t utilize the planning necessary to buy and sell online, all we have is the bookstore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I happen to work there and today my desk was positioned right next to the counter where the massive rip-off of our summer student body took place.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Yes, we all know that buying college textbooks in college bookstores (or buying anything in college bookstores) is a complete rip-off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They always have been and always will be, however they are so damn convenient and tempting that they will continue to stand the test of time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s one of those things, that after the initial shock of your first $400 purchase, becomes routine, like getting numerous cavities filled at the dentist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one likes it but it has to be done.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So now that that whole thing is out of the way, guess which group of people would be the only ones to repeatedly complain about getting less then half the money they paid for books in return at the end of the semester?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not the blacks, not the Mexicans, not even the Asians; The Non-Trads.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gosh I hate you guys.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With a passion.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Someone please tell me in what other medium do you get to use something until your done with it and then make back anything close to the original amount of money you spent on it. *Crickets* No where.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not at the grocery store, not at the toy store, and not at the bookstore. But yet, it never fails.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a routine; rolling backpack enters bookstore, book buyback lady says “I can only give you $5 for this one”, and then all hell breaks loose.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">One lady even went as far as making an appointment with our manager to discuss how the money for textbooks is spent year after year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This lady must have nothing else to do with her life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I should have just told her to do something beneficial with her time and watch the season premiere of the Jersey Shore to brush up on her Italian culture instead of trying to make right for the pockets of fellow students. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">All of us regular college kids are just happy we can now go halves on a pizza and skip the Roman noodles for once.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Alyciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550851039903154639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-33072138087193979312010-05-20T11:46:00.000-07:002010-05-20T12:14:15.247-07:00Punishment worse than deathI'll admit I love hyperbole. Greatly exaggerating my love or hate for something is not out of the ordinary. However when talking about summer school I cannot exaggerate enough. It is warm, sunny, and the roads are open... But I am stuck in a windowless classroom, for <em>three hours</em> a day. That is the second worse part of summer school. The worst part is not only are you in school, you are in hyper school. The class is only six weeks long, but that means class everyday for three hours and copious amounts of homework afterward. So even when I get out of class I have to resist the urge to frolic, and hold up in the library. Honestly, the school is setting me up for failure. This amount of work might be doable in December when there isn't anything to do and the roads are closed. I just can't help the mind set that this isn't the right time to be doing school work. Summer is my time to get super sun burnt, sleep till 1 in the afternoon, and generally be a burden to society. <br /><br />I just need to remember just four more weeks (and I get memorial day off)!G-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-1772167714605116712010-05-12T07:47:00.000-07:002010-05-12T12:00:42.126-07:00I look ridiculousGreat news kidds: I'm graduating. Mind you, this mostly means that I will be finding a sturdy cardboard box to live in as I pay off a lifetime of student loans because I can't find a frickin' job. Only kidding about the box, I'll actually be living with my parents for a while, which is just as sad of an option, except it's warmer and I get free food. <br />
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For the most part, I'm pretty excited about graduation. The way I see it, it's my opportunity to force my parents to sit in a hot, crowded auditorium so they can properly acknowledge how smart I am. I'm VERY smart. I have honors chords to prove it, because clearly what matters in life is not what you have actually learned, but the records that prove you learned it better than 90 percent of your graduating class.<br />
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But yesterday, when I went to pick up my cap and gown, the ceremonial aspect of graduating lost a bit of its luster. First of all, who was in charge of designing the attire for commencement ceremonies?! I look ridiculous. This may or may not be due to the fact that the cap and gown company assumes anyone who is six feet tall also weighs 300 pounds - I'm can practically go for a swim in my gown. The trusty "one-size-fits-all" cap is the biggest lie in America. It does not fit all. It's barely big enough to fit around my fat head. Once I squeeze it on, it's a matter of not making any sudden movements, or else the elastic slides off my head in a swift motion, making it appear as though my cap is actually trying to escape.<br />
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To top it all off, my gown (which is only a rental) smells like vinegar. So I get to look ridiculous and smell weird while my family snaps hundreds of photos that they will treasure forever. Awesome.<br />
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Stupid attire aside, I am quite thrilled to be done with school. But as previously mentioned, I have not yet found a job. I'm sure the glory of freedom will get old the minute my bank account hits zero. But seeing as I will officially be an unemployed burden to society, that only means I'll have more time to blog. Lucky you.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095719645852074661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-89610510863035923432010-05-11T16:06:00.000-07:002010-05-11T16:20:26.646-07:00Summer Break (ok well week)So reading through the archive it has been an unseemly amount of time since I have written anything. However, since this is a college blog my lack of musing should be completely not a surprise. These last three months I am not sure if I showered, or washed clothes. I must have.... I am not rotting, but the only thing I can remember is the inside of the library and how to brominate an alkene........ So, when I was done with my finals last Friday I was pleasantly surprised to find that fashion magazines still exist, and not every wall has books ordered in the Dewy Decimal system around me.<br />Finally I am basking in the glory of summer break! Unfortunately, what college admission counselors don't tell you though is at some point to graduate you will have to take summer classes. I found this out the hard way, realizing that if I want to graduate <em>ever</em>, I have to forsake the one thing sacred to all students... Summer. This was probably the worst thing I have ever done. Though, to be fair this summer (classes included) can't be worse than last summer (1000 dollars in car repairs and I break my leg), not to jinx myself. I mean I don't want to die or break my pelvis or something. Rather than contemplate the ways I could runaway (train? hitch hike? Nope...I see both of those ending in a hobo related death), I am making a goal to not have a lame summer. I have a real problem with just bailing on life. This summer is going to be different! I am going to do things! Fun things! Hopefully they will provide fodder for blogging. The summer of Grace (not to be confused with the summer of George) begins tomorrow with a free concert! Fingers crossedG-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-24238128989028719472010-02-05T20:10:00.000-08:002010-02-05T20:49:44.395-08:00Be Mine (that is an effing order)Okay deep breath... Valentine's day... there that wasn't so bad (bla bla bla), alright need to practice keeping my food down while thinking of Valentine's Day. I am working on it. Honestly, it took me a lot to think of anything to actually say about Valentine's Day. I mean of course there is the Catholic school angle, "this is a holiday about a martyr who married people while in prison for being Christian." However then I thought, married people in prison? Maybe he wasn't that great of a guy after all. He got sainthood and a holiday for that? I mean I am pretty sure I could do that... Anyway, then I thought about the "Hallmark hates you side," and that was just too obvious. Yeah, we all know that all holidays are secular and that Hallmark and Hershey’s are out to get us, enough. Actually, I am surprised by the industries which aren't cashing in on Valentine's Day.<br /><br />First off... The single serving cake producers. You have seen the commercials for "Warm Delights" a microwavable cake. Basically if you find this item in your house it means you are too lazy to add water and an egg to cake mix and wait 30 minutes. It also is a good indicator that you are going to be at home with Mr. Meowsie for Valentine's Day. Probably counting down the seconds on the microwave till your chocolate covered sadness is done. If I were marketing these I would be all over Valentine's Day. Picture the ad, <em>a woman (attractive, like way too good looking to ever ingest one of these) reading a romance novel in her apartment. She hears the beep of a microwave. A handsome man swaggers into the room, lovingly pets a near by kitten, and offers her a microwaved cake. She takes a bite in ecstasy. </em>Bam, lonely cat ladies everywhere are eating instant fat and sugar faster than you can say "eats her emotions."<br /><br />Second target demographic... Young (<strong>read:</strong> stupid) lovers. What industry needs to cash in on this? Plan B. Valentine's Day is like the second most popular day to cash in that V card (a close second to prom). Also, who is stupider than overly romantic teenagers? No one. Plan B needs to jump on this shit, else maybe the maternity ward should put out ads right around Thanksgiving. Again, I think that this sells itself, but the ad could be so classy... <em>a young woman (probably mid twenties, but hell it might as well be a thirteen year old) wakes up in a bed with rose peddles everywhere. She looks out the window, and at the vase of roses on the window seal. Then the narrator says, "Even perfect nights can seem unplanned, so have a Plan B."</em> I mean really, perfection in a commercial form. <br /><br />Finally, school counselors, and psych drugs. I know they usually don't have ads (well the counselors), but if they did this would be the time. I can honestly not think of a more insane time then attempting to make Valentine's for all my classmates in the 5th grade, while simultaneously trying to reveal to my crush (Corey Jamroz, yeah I still remember, bitter? no not all, and not crazy either) my "un faltering devotion" for him. That is stressful, and it also would be easier if I had taken some Ritalin to give me more energy. Or even better some Zoloft for when I get a "You are a great friend" Valentine from boy crush that the girl next to me also got. Now that I think of it, if the people who sell candy grams could just also sell anti depressants they would make a killing after Valentine's Day (for all those girls who didn't need the plan B). <br /><br />I guess now that I think of it Valentine's Day isn't that horrible. Now that I can go out to bars, maybe this is just the perfect excuse to drink away my singleness (but please roofies are not necessary, red bull and jager works just fine).G-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-63860573496844375892010-01-26T22:09:00.000-08:002010-01-26T22:16:24.666-08:00All Non-Traditional Students Practice Polygamy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnjluysvTrs/S1_YHVqx4pI/AAAAAAAAADk/eGRk46NQH2Y/s1600-h/twitpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnjluysvTrs/S1_YHVqx4pI/AAAAAAAAADk/eGRk46NQH2Y/s400/twitpic.jpg" width="298" /></a><br />
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I will say that there were some helpful sessions, and it was nice to spend time with some of the people that I work with at student media that I hadn’t seen over winter break. But the highlight of my day was the supposedly inspirational but mostly ridiculous video that we watched. <br />
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First, let me start by telling you that this gem of a film was titled “Whale Done.” Its purpose is to show methods for dealing with employees. The main point that the video makes is that it is important to build strong, positive and trusting relationships with our employees. Do this, and you will yield better productivity from your staff because they are happy and comfortable. <br />
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That sounds like a pretty nice philosophy, right? Here’s the kicker: They explain this method by comparing employees to killer whales. That’s right, this management strategy is based off of the training program at Sea World – whales do not learn from punishment/reward, and neither do employees.<br />
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The film features montages of whales jumping out of the water, paired with terrible actors portraying real-life work situations in which the “Whale Done” method can be used. <br />
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What I learned from “Whale Done,” which I’m sure has won some sort of prestigious award (not), is that people are like whales. In order to get them to do what you want, you need to build trust by rubbing their backs or patting their blowholes... <br />
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On second thought, I think I may have misinterpreted the video. Good thing we also watched a video on harassment in the workplace. <br />
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P.S. By the glory of YouTube, I bring you an actual clip from “Whale Done.” <br />
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The universal toy. I have seen balloons entertain packs of people ranging from the age of 2 to 82. Well maybe not 82. I don't really hang out with the practically morbid all to often, but I digress (Ambron 2007). Balloons entertain everyone.<br />
I have spent the last few days at a "leadership" conference with other students from my University. Were stranded at the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, if you have seen "The Shining," you can fill in the blanks. But anyway, we have been in and out of workshops and key-note speakers and I have watched 200+ individuals do everything in their seats except attempt to actually pay attention.<br />
But today, our advisor passed out balloons. Within a few hours...were sitting in a dining room, doing nothing, and two of those balloons went into the air. No helium, no pretty designs, no nothing, but for the first time in three days I saw attentivness, excitment, and a willingness to participate. And you already know what game we were playing...just keep the balloon off of the floor, when it comes near you, tap it back into the air. That simple.<br />
And as simple if it may sound, if a balloon was to come near me right now, on the verge of kissing the floor, I would probably dive off of this computer chair to keep the game going, and that is just the way things work.<br />
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At this conference I was at, the majority of topics had something to do with coming together as a student body and branching out and meeting new people. All it really took was a damn balloon in the air and for a few minutes everyone was working together.<br />
Then another speaker came in and ruined it all. And that is also just the way things work.Alyciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550851039903154639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-49163671131956565702009-12-31T18:24:00.000-08:002010-01-03T17:40:31.112-08:00The AughtsCurrently, I am getting ready to attend a themed party for New Years. The theme? <b>80s dance party…!</b> Yes, you can bet your ass that I will look totally rad. Let’s just say hot pink high tops, leopard print gloves and an awesomely-bad lace bow headband are involved. <br />
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Anyways, it got me thinking: As we approach the end of a decade, how will we be remembered fashion-wise? What will drunk college kids choose to wear to an Aughties party? Apparently, this decade is now referred to in the media as the Aughts, which I s'pose may be easier to say than "the 00s" (which, according to Grace, should be pronounced "oo-OO!"). <br />
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This is a tricky question to answer. For one, a lot of our biggest trends are throwbacks to other eras. Flannel was made popular during the grunge phase in the 90s, leggings were popular in the 80s, and long before ugg boots, Sherpa-lined boots were popular in the 70s (the last one I was not aware of until I read an article in the <a href="http://www.denverpost.com/fashion/ci_14082699">Denver Post</a>, who knew?) Those are only a few examples in the long list of borrowed trends. <br />
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I also realize that people’s concept of what was popular is largely based on images from television, movies, the internet etc. In my mind, everyone in the 80s either looked like Cyndi Lauper, Olivia Newton John a la “Lets get physical” or Ducky from “Pretty in Pink.” My mother informed me that this was not the case. My guess is that she just wasn’t that trendy. <br />
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With all of this in mind, I’ve come to a conclusion. In 2064, when Aughties parties become popular, everyone will dress up "<b>emo</b>." Why you ask? Because no one takes more self portraits than an overly emotional 17 year old with a slight case of depression, an affinity for Dashboard Confessional and a Myspace account. With all of that photographic evidence floating around on the web, when people Google “Aughties clothing” it’s likely that the results will be flooded with tight jeans, neon sunglasses, flat-ironed hair and heavy eye liner/guy liner.<br />
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Other requirements for Aughties parties will also include acting like you are having a terrible time and taking pictures of yourself and your friends by holding your camera above you at at least a 45 degree angle in what has been dubbed "the Myspace pic."<br />
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Well kidds, that’s my prediction.<br />
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Happy New Year, and remember: Everybody Wang Chung tonight. I know I will.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095719645852074661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-6920041404235986042009-12-29T19:21:00.000-08:002009-12-29T20:55:11.205-08:00The '00s Years of the HosThe end of a year is a time to reminisce. However this isn't just any end of the year, this is the end of the decade. Granted, 2009 isn't quite as cool as 1999, but I mean end of a millennium, when is that going to happen again? (Right I know 2999 thanks) Anyway, I have taken it upon myself to research* the finest news sources to find out what the '00s were actually all about. Sure there was a Large Haldron Collider, scientists found the link between a virus and cancer, and it was determined humans are responsible for penguin deaths. However, none of these things defined the decade. What really mattered for the people of '00s was one thing... hoes (fo sho).<br /><br />*<em>also can be translated as watching 12+ hours of VH1 countdown shows hung-over</em><br /><br />Let's start at the beginning, 2000. This was a transition year; the American public was realizing that 90210 and Melrose Place only featured fictional hos. What everyone really wanted was real life hoes to watch. Luckily Paris Hilton had just been kicked out of the boarding school and Tara Reid was still in movies. As the decade progressed the prevalence and level of hoedom increased. Reality TV was the real catalyst for the decade of hoery. Big Brother allowed for people to watch hos at anytime and nearly always inebriated. <br /><br />Soon enough all of television was ho friendly thanks in a large part to The Simple Life. Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton provided young girls everywhere with a model of what it is like to be vapid and horny. Soon enough the Bratz dolls were introduced and little girls everywhere could then fully imagine being functionally retarded in mini skirts.<br /><br />To illustrate this progression from child to ho, one must look to Lindsey Lohan (also note 'ho' spelled backwards in her surname). In 2000, Lindsey was a Disney darling and freckled red head. In 2004, Lindsey starts having a series of car and car related accidents, yet is still in films like Herbie Fully Loaded and the oddly prescient Mean Girls. By 2006, Lindsey attends her first AA meeting and begins to show the public why male ho Brandon Davis dubbed her "Fire Crotch." 2007 was big, Lindsey checked into rehab... for the third time. Finally in 2009, Lindsey had a lesbian lover, a DUI, cocaine possession charges, and 84, count 'em 84, minutes in jail.<br /><br />As the decade wore on, other people who would normally be considered harmless douchebags realize they could become famous for being aggressive class B hobags. Kim Kardashian best illustrates this phenomena. She is currently famous for no apparent reason, however does have a big ass and a so-so sex tape with male hoe Ray J (also questionable why he is a "famous" rapper maybe? cause of a sex tape with Kim Kardashian? Then is that like a chicken/egg question? But I digress). Flavor Flav and Brett Michaels introduced the world to a wide variety of terrible humans and possibly a new generation of super venereal diseases. Moreover, these shows lead to more hobags getting their own shows; such as, I love New York, A Real Chance at Love, Daisy of Love, and anything else on VH1 that appears offensive to all five senses. <br /><br />Music also took a more ho friendly approach. Christina Aguilara stepped out of her already questionable good girl status to down right raunchy. Between the Stripped tour and "Diirty" there was no question that she was a hoe fo sho (I know I already used this joke, but really did you see that video?! She couldn't even say Ms. Jackson she was so nasty, she simply referred to Janet as Ma'am). Britney Spears shed her "wHOlesome" image for full on slut in the '00s. Britney even took it one step ahead to go batshit insane in the middle of the decade. Coochie shots, two weddings, binge drinking, and one head shaving propelled Britney past the level of ho to something that spells the end of the American Dream (read: UBERHOES). <br /><br />However the '00s (which I would like to be pronounces as "oo-OO!" see Amy Poehler in Baby Mama) are pretty much gone. So take the next day, ho it up Audrina Patridge style and then prepare for the next decade. Ideally, I think we probably have to get more depraved. However you never know, maybe the next day will be the decade of purity (I mean lets hope not, but it could happen, look at the Jonas brothers)G-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-10119445570483725862009-12-17T07:38:00.000-08:002009-12-17T08:26:24.944-08:00Mormon Missionary Plan"Ding-dong." You walk to your front door wondering, "Who rings door bells? All my friends just walk in." Then slowly realization sets in, only one group rings doorbells and travel in groups of two... Mormons. However this epiphany only sets in after you begin twisting the knob. Suddenly two extremely attractive Mormon boys are handing you a book of Mormon and hiding grimaces when you mention your Catholic (I swear they specially breed the ones that go door to door, they are just too pretty). When you try to get them to go away politely, they take that as, "look at this silly girl, we should ask to come inside." This has happened to me...twice. Such awkward interactions force me to think, "I need a plan for when this happens again." Clearly they know that I cannot pass up opening my door when the door bell rings, so here are my (rough) plans.<br /><br /><br />1)"Ding-Dong" Answer the door... begin asking questions. Are you wearing your special underwear, can I see them? Can you explain this business of anyone who isn't white being a "child of Cain?" Joseph Smith wrote this book based on "seer stones" so are you guys magicians? Why did Jesus come to America after His death in 33 AD, so he could...? Have you read <em> Under the Banner of Heaven</em>? I imagine after this and copious amount of caffeine I would be offering they would quickly run away. Possible downside, the amount of time I would spend talking to them and risking them actually defending any of this.<br /><br />2) "Ding- Dong" Answer the door... clutching a copy of <em>Breaking Dawn</em>. Then proceeding to make the two missionaries to explain in detail every aspect of this "book" to me. Then suggesting re-enacting key scenes from the "novel," as I offer them homemade "Bella wombs" (yeah that shit actually exists). Or suggesting we all make an offer to the Cullen family shrine I made. Two Mormon boys (actually probably just any and all boys) back away. Possible downsides... First, also having to suffer through talking about <em>Breaking Dawn</em>. Second, lurking through the dark part of the internet which a "Bella's Womb" would be sold (you didn’t think I would actually make such a thing did you?).<br /><br />3)"Ding-dong" Answer the door... in nothing but my underwear. Lean against my door way, arms akimbo, click my high heels. Watch as two good Mormon boys slowly back away blushing. If I have learned one thing it is that missionary boys will not know what to do when confronted with a girl only in her undies except possibly propose a marriage. I also like adding the accessory of a martini to this plan. Possible downsides to this plan, if it actually is the neighbor boys or landlady ringing my doorbell.<br /><br />Now that I look at my options, three is definitely the winner. It takes the least amount of preparing, allows me to walk around the house in my underwear (sorry roommate), and enjoy gin. I think I'll start doing some lunges and sit ups now.G-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-58485038072775932962009-12-02T18:11:00.000-08:002009-12-02T18:14:40.405-08:00Zombies!<div class="ii gt" id=":6s" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="MsoNormal">Something completely awesome has invaded my campus – a zombie apocalypse. Not a real zombie apocalypse. That would be terrible, and I’d probably be dead already, seeing as I’ve never been a strong runner. In reality, it’s just a glorified game of tag called “Humans vs. Zombies.” Confused? 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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The game, which was originally created by students at Goucher College, starts out where every player is a human except for one zombie. The zombie’s goal is to infect (tag) as many humans as possible. If they don’t tag enough people per day, they die. Humans can defend themselves with Nerf guns; shooting a zombie temporarily “stuns” them so they cannot tag any humans for a short period of time. A full set of rules can be found on their <a href="http://humansvszombies.org/" target="_blank">website</a> (yes, they actually have a website). <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">There are over 1,000 registered players in the game on my campus. Am I participating in this game? No, I can’t handle the constant stress and paranoia that comes along with the game. Isn’t this game kind of nerdy? Yes, a little bit. Then why do I think it’s awesome? Hey hypothetical reader, why are you asking so many frickin’ questions?<br />
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"I dare you to try and pay her in marijuana. Here, just hand her this bag."Alyciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550851039903154639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-85192883721020486452009-11-08T17:57:00.000-08:002009-11-08T17:57:32.075-08:00The quiz taking must end NOWI’ll be the first person to tell you that Facebook is an excellent way to waste time. In fact, whenever I have a test to study for, a paper to write or basically any other productive task to take care of, you’ll probably find me perusing the addictive website. It truly is the finest procrastination tool around.<br />
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Here is the problem: some people have a little too much time on their hands, and some people abuse Facebook’s time-wasting qualities. I’m looking at you, obsessive quiz takers. Thanks to my handy dandy news feed, I know way too much about Bob Whats-his-face (who went to my high school and never actually talked to me, but still felt the need to request me as a friend anyways).<br />
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Because good ol’ Bob took the time to take every Facebook quiz ever created, I now know that he will get married when he’s 25, have 2.5 kids and will die at age 55 due to a tragic hot dog incident. Oh, I also know that if her were a Beatle, he’d be Ringo. Bummer on the quiz results, dude. Everyone knows that Ringo was the least cool member.<br />
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Then there are the people who decide to take unnecessary quizzes like “what is your favorite alcoholic drink?” or “what is your favorite color?” Don’t you already know the answers to these questions? If you need to take a quiz to determine what your opinion on a beverage is, you shouldn’t be allowed to operate a computer… and don’t even get me started on the people who took the “what is your eye color” quiz. Seriously, buy a mirror, figure it out for yourself, and save some space on my news feed for more relevant updates so I can stalk people properly.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095719645852074661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-36485070066895490542009-11-01T11:11:00.000-08:002009-11-01T11:11:55.179-08:00Happy HalloweenWe do a lot of complaining on this blog. It's kind of our thing. However, today I'm going to switch things up and talk about something I actually LIKE about college. <br />
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Friday afternoon (the day before Halloween), I walked out of psychology class and saw this:<br />
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Among the homework, tests, idiotic professors and annoying students, you'll occasionally experience moments like this - Spiderman walking to class. I thought it was funny, anyways.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095719645852074661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499110114432404170.post-37121054525999533612009-10-31T18:58:00.000-07:002009-10-31T19:25:44.007-07:00Halloween? Or am I living in a letter to Penthouse?Most days I am confident in reality. I mean after watching the Matrix I was a bit concerned that maybe I am actually floating in some nasty amniotic fluid being a battery for a machine. However, for the most part I go through each day unconcerned that fate is actually written against me. <br /><br />That is until Halloween time. Between shopping through Halloween superstores, massive amounts of candy, and confusing costumes I am worried that perhaps my reality is being written by a 31 year man who lives in his mom's basement in a letter to Penthouse magazine.<br /><br />The thought first arrived while shopping for my Halloween costume. I entered a huge Halloween superstore prepared to find humorous or scary outfit. I browsed though the aisles and bins and found fuzzy hand cuffs, garter belts, whips, platform shoes, fishnet stockings, reins, and masks. Hmmmm.... Personally I found none of these useful for a Halloween costume unless I was going as a walking fetish. Now think of this situation as a man in his mom's basement... Yes, this is exactly how every 20 something year old girl shops, in fact this is exactly what she needs and is looking for.... <br /><br />Next, if you are a middle-aged man, reeking of cheetos and virginity, what else do you write? <br /><br />Candy... and short skirts... <br />Well there is just about everything else I have come across while looking for a Halloween costume. Personally I wanted to be a ninja. However, in ladies sizes I found sexy nurse, fairy, witch, school teacher, pirate, nun, maid, devil, angel, star trek lady (this was a big hint), cat, and several other variations which actually were just lingerie. Then I realized, this entire time I hadn't found any costumes with pants. Or with necklines above my collar bone. Or that wouldn't require several sets of lunges. <br /><br />As I write this it is only 8:14pm on Halloween, and as I am convinced that this dude's letter probably isn't over yet I can only cringe to think of what is next. I have to attempt to think like a creeper. So ideally this night is going to involve one of said costumes, as I haven't bought one yet I can only guess how I’ll get one. Maybe I'll just go out in my bra and underwear and put on cat ears? Next I have to be seen in my "costume" so I'll have to go to a party with other scantily clad girls. Finally, they wouldn't sell all that other stuff in the Halloween store if you weren't supposed to use it on Halloween, so.....<br /><br />On second thought I think I am going to put on my soccer sweats, watch the matrix and pray that I am actually just a human battery in amniotic fluid.G-racerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008650028279125694noreply@blogger.com0