Thursday, February 27, 2014

This Dorm is on Firrrreeee...

I AM OKAY EVERYONE. I'M ALRIGHT. MY APARTMENT BUILDING DID NOT BURN DOWN.

So yesterday one of the dorm buildings at my college caught fire and it was on the news and stuff. Big deal. I got several texts asking if I myself was on fire and then a phone call from my father. The first thing he said was "Are you on fire?" No hi, or hello, just 'are you on fire'. I quickly assured that I'm not. AND I'M NOT ASSURING ALL OF YOU. I'M FINE. ALL OF MY STUFF IS FINE.
Celeste texted and said there were a lot of worried librarians. I was like, "AW!" My library moms were worried. So sweet.

I had a burned Nutragrain bar today. I opened the package and was like, dang. Super burned. If that Nutragrain bar was any indication of how my day is going to turn out... I'm in trouble.


Over.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

I AM THE CHAMPION

THE VOICE HAS BEGUN AGAIN.
Like, the TV show.
Cousin Carol is OBSESSED with this show, and thus it has become a fixture in our dorm every Monday and Tuesday night.
For those of you who don't know what The Voice is, it's a TV show on NBC that sort of follows in the tradition of American Idol in the way that people audition and make it through different rounds until there's only one left. The difference is, the four celebrity judges pick people to put on their teams and then they're competing as well (for bragging rights). It's pretty good.
But Carol and I make it super awesome by HAVING A COMPETITION OF OUR OWN. We watch the blind auditions (which is the part at the beginning of the season where they select their teams) and we pick team of our own. Then we get to root for them throughout the whole show and have our own bragging rights if we win! I TOTALLY KICKED HER BUTT LAST SEASON. MY PEOPLE TOOK 1ST AND 2ND AND NONE OF HER ORIGINAL PICKS EVEN MADE IT TO THE TOP 5.
We've begun selecting for the current season. I'm feeling good about my current picks.
I'm going to destroy her.
I think I'm addicted to competing over stupid things that don't actually require any effort.


Over.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Olympics

So we have this Canadian friend. He's from Canada, but he's lived in the U.S. for most of his life, yet he still is very patriotic to his birth land. We're currently watching the women's hockey final with him. He calls them "his girls" and knows all of their names and what they're good at and it would be kind of adorable if I didn't want the Canadians to lose so spectacularly. I WANT TO RUB IT IN HIS FACE SO BADLY. We've already been making fun of him for the ice dancing situation. I JUST WANT US TO WIN AND THEREBY DESTROY HIS HOPES AND DREAMS. Although apparently the U.S. is his second favorite country and if there's no Canada option he roots for us.

The Olympics create such an interesting dynamic. For two weeks the levels of patriotism SKYROCKET. For these two weeks we are united. We are so proud of ourselves and our number of medals and rubbing it in every other country's face. And then we go back to complaining about our government and hating Congress, etc. etc. But for two weeks AMERICA IS THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD. Though I find it interesting that we are currently leading in number of medals, but not gold medals. We're quantity over quality. Which is sort of the definition of the United States.

But for now,
VIVA L'AMERICA.

Over.

(WE JUST SCORED OVER CANADA WHICH MEANS WE ARE CURRENTLY LEADING. IN YOUR FACE CANADA.)

Friday, February 14, 2014

February 14

Valentine's day. I spent it in a high school with a bunch of teenagers, crushing their dreams. Very romantic.


Over.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

SLEEP

ALRIGHT EVERYONE I'M BACK.
School is really busy right now. I'm basically either in class, doing homework, or sleeping. I'm actually half asleep right now, to be honest. So if this post is a little bit weird and completely unorganized, that's because I'm basically asleep.

I'M JUDGING SO MANY SPEECH MEETS. But I like money so that's okay.

I honestly have no idea what to type right now. I'm so tired. I'm going to nap. When I wake up maybe you'll get a real blog post. Maybe.


Over.