Friday, October 18, 2013

Mystery of the Roses

Okay. Mystery time.

So today between the hours of noon and 12:30 someone left a dozen roses in front of the door to my apartment. We have all asked out respective friends and parents and none of them claim credit. It's driving us crazy. Here are several reasons why.
1. Under normal circumstances the flowers would be delivered to the clubhouse and then we would be contacted and told to get them there
2. We live in a building the requires a card to gain entrance
3. None of us can think of any plausible reason why someone would leave us flowers
4. There is no card with the flowers
So, after a few hours of insanity, Niki (the roommate who is the RA) went to the clubhouse and got access to the security cameras.
THE PLOT THICKENS
The perpetrator managed to keep their face averted from the camera the entire time, but based on the hair, we have come to the conclusion that I it is a girl I will call 'Annie' who lives in our building. But this then begs the question, why would a random girl in our building leave us flowers. We suspect that someone asked her to deliver them because she has access to our building. We then ventured to her room and knocked on the door, intending to question her further. Unfortunately, no one was home. We are now sitting in our room with the door propped open, watching for her or any of her roommates so that we can interrogate them on the 'Mystery of the Roses'. (We're still working on a more clever code name.)

Not a YOLO.

Last night Carol and I went for a midnight ice cream run and had to go to four different places because McDonalds' ice cream machine was shut down and Dairy Queen wasn't open and finally we found a Burger King and then we stayed up until 2 in the morning watching Family Feud. Carol kept saying it was a YOLO. I kept hitting her for saying YOLO.

Monday, October 14, 2013

TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT

I'm spoiling you guys.

But I'm still avoiding that paper and candy crush was getting boring.

So Mariah and I are sitting here on her dorm room floor surrounded by papers and notebooks and calculators and empty cans of diet coke and her room is kind of a mess (mine is too) and we're not really talking except to complain about how much we have to get done and how long we've been putting off and then I was just like, 'huh'. So this is college. Well then.

After nearly a month and a half of college life this is what I would describe it as:
netflix, cheap food, staying up too late, caffeine overdoses, avoiding responsibility and adulthood, lots of crying.
The majority of us behave like toddlers at any given moment, throwing tantrums because we need a nap and eating things we shouldn't.
We get emotional about stupid things like being out of hot pockets and missing an episode of Grey's Anatomy.
We wait until we have absolutely nothing to wear and then finally do laundry every two weeks while wearing a swim suit as underwear and a pair of sweatpants with a hole in the butt.
College isn't glamorous. Most of us wear sweatpants at least five times a week, and we spend all of our free time asleep.
We're always thinking about food, but we can't afford to buy any.
Lunch is Cheerios straight out of the box and heating up a freezer meal is considered ambitious.
Forget about going out to dinner and a movie with your friends because you don't even have enough money to buy a new pair of socks.
We are the ones who are crying at 2am because we're so tired but have been putting off this Biology project for a month and it's considered a great accomplishment if we remember to put on deodorant.
This is college.

Over.

more distraction

Sitting with Mariah in her dorm. It's all grey and rainy outside and I love it. This is my favorite kind of weather. I don't know why. I like the gloom.

MY FAMILY IS GOING TO FLORIDA OVER WINTER BREAK.
WE'RE GOING TO ORLANDO AND WE HAVE A HOUSE WITH IT'S OWN POOL AND WE'RE GOING TO UNIVERSAL STUDIOS AND DAD PROMISED ME HARRY POTTER WORLD.
It was my incentive. I mean, Florida itself is an incentive but that part is my special part.
I'm going to get a specialized wand. And all of the other things I need for Hogwarts. My letter should be coming any day now. I know that I'm 19, but there was a little mix up and some girl in Albuquerque got my spot and it will all be rectified very soon.

I also realized that I wrote 'spring break' in the last post and it should be 'fall break' but I'm too lazy to go back and change the original post so I'm just writing a retraction now.

Okay. I really need to edit my English paper. It's the whole reason I'm on my laptop. YOU GUYS ARE DISTRACTING ME.

Over.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

I don't know how to title things

I have received many concerned text messages about the blood.

I'm debating on whether or not I should tell you or if I should just let this go on for a few more days....

Hm...

Well, in other news, I have spring break in a week and I'm so excited because I will get to spend 4 days with Tank! I miss him so much.


Look! Here is is being super adorable. He has this new skill where sometimes if you throw a tennis ball he'll chase it down  the hill and then come sprinting back up with it, but then he won't give it back. But half the time he gets distracted by something that smells interesting and forgets the ball and then someone has to go down and get the ball. Also, he keeps rolling in deer poop. Dad is not thrilled with him.


But he's so freaking cute!
I love him.

SETH WAS HERE YESTERDAY. He flew in from Texas and he came to see me before his parents! I felt very special. And he told me that he's taking a ballroom dance class for a physical exercise credit and he showed me a few steps around the living room.


I totally sucked at it but he was very patient.











Okay. I'm going to tell you.












The "official story" is that someone dragged a garbage bag with hamburger blood in it down from the third floor. But there was WAY TOO MUCH BLOOD FOR THAT. Maybe if they had a whole dead cow in the bag...







I'm still sticking with murder.
They're doing a cover-up.
I can feel it.

Over.

Friday, October 11, 2013

A murder

I promised Dave a post. So here we go.


THERE'S BLOOD TRAILING DOWN 3 FLOORS IN MY BUILDING. REAL BLOOD. SO MUCH BLOOD. THREE FREAKING FLOORS OF IT.


IT'S IN THE CARPET. IT'S SOAKING THROUGH ALL THE LITTLE CRACKS IN THE STAIRS. WHAT HAPPENED HERE. SOMEONE WAS MURDERED. MAYBE I'M NEXT.


THREE FLOORS PEOPLE. A LOT OF BLOOD. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT CAN PRODUCE THIS MUCH BLOOD EXCEPT A HUMAN BODY.

Over.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

FOOTBALL.

I've been reading a lot lately. Like A LOT. Sometimes I look up and I forget who I am and where I am and then it comes back to me and I'm like, 'oh crap. I have a paper due at midnight.' And at that point I kind of wish I was being chased by the government through the swamps of Panama. Unfortunately, I am 19-year-old white girl in Nebraska who can't survive three hours without her iPhone so that's just not going to happen. Actually, I was home last weekend, and when I got there I realized I had forgotten my charger. My mother tried to convince me that I could go two days without it but instead I made her drive me to Walmart to buy a new one. I am such a stereotype, it's not even funny.

But back to reading. Hopefully I will be posting some review's soon. I have a paper due in two days that I really need to start on so it maybe be a few days. That and I've been watching a lot of football. I'M SO EXCITED THAT IT'S FOOTBALL SEASON. I watch it day and night. I don't care who's playing. I'm like a boy. I was raised in a house were if there was football on TV, we were watching it. It's like a religion almost. My mom starts to get really sick of it around January, but dad has all us kids brainwashed, so we outnumber her. GO PACKERS.

I'm currently at my friend Caitlin's dorm and we are sitting on opposite ends of her bed, each on our own laptops. Aren't you proud, mom? I'm socializing!

Okay. Now it's time to call some people out. I'm not sure who's still reading this but I'll give it my best shot.
Krystal - EMAIL ME BACK. I FEEL UNLOVED AND FORGOTTEN.
Dusk & Celeste - You need to take me to another movie. I miss my bonding time.
Wendy & Connie - You should email me. Because I miss you but I don't know what to say if I email first.
Dave - I'm just impressed you're still reading the blog at all.

Over.