Thursday, August 29, 2013

First week


So... I'm almost done with week one of year one of COLLEGE. So far, it hasn't been too bad. Other than the fact that it's been in the upper 90's and most of my classes are all the way across campus and I'm really sweaty and disgusting by the time I get there, no complaints. Although, I figured out how to hook up my TV in my room, but so far I'm only getting 4 channels, so I'll have to work on that. BUT I'M CURRENTLY GETTING THE CHANNEL WITH GREEN BAY PLAYING THE CHIEFS. SO THAT'S ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS AT THE MOMENT. That and fixing my microsoft word.... Go Aaron Rogers! But Green Bay is currently behind and that makes me very sad... No microsoft word and my Packers are losing. This is a sad night.

Hm.... I'm really not sure what to talk about.... College isn't really super duper exciting yet. I kind of just stay in my dorm and complain about how tired I am and how it is outside and how I don't want to go be social because I'm so comfortable. Our room is on the first floor, first door on the left, because we're the RA room. So a lot of the time we'll leave our front door propped open with a brick in an attempt to look friendly and approachable. (So far it has just made our room really loud because you can hear everyone running up and down the stairs and coming into the building.) But a few days ago we left a cupcake that had been in our freezer for 2 days on the little thing you use to push the front door open, just to see what people would do. Mostly they just looked at it funny and then carefully opened the door, making sure not to knock off the cupcake. The RD took it a while later.

We get so bored.


Sunday, August 25, 2013


Well guys. I'm here. I'm at college. I'm sitting on the couch in my living room watching Michigan St. and Iowa play football. (Michigan over Iowa. Any day)

I have survived my first 24 hours! WHOOP WHOOP.

Brief tour: I live in an apartment style dorm with three other girls.We each have our own bedroom and there are 2 bathrooms, so we share with one other person. (My bathroom-mate is named Nicole. If you'll remember, my name is also Nicole. Awkward.) We have a full kitchen, with an island, and a living room area as well. I'm very spoiled as far as college living is concerned.

The other Nicole (Called Niki) is the RA for our building, and a junior. The other two girls are freshmen like me (one of them is my cousin Carol) and so far, we see to be pretty okay together.

I haven't done anything really that exciting yet so I don't really have anything to tell you guys...
But classes start tomorrow, so maybe one of my buildings will catch on fire and I'll have a story for you. We can only hope.


Friday, August 23, 2013





Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Three days

I don't like packing. I have so much stuff. This sucks.

So I move it of my parents house in three days and wow...this is weird. It feels weird. Scary. Really scary. Like bam, suddenly I'm responsible for myself and my future and I'm supposed to be figuring out what I want to do with the rest of my life yet I'm not even allowed to rent a car. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT MY FAVORITE COLOR IS. I CAN ONLY COOK FOUR THINGS. And now I'm living on my own?! This just doesn't seem logical. But no matter what anybody thinks, it's happening. In three days it's happening and I will be independent. Well, as independent as one can be when living 23 miles away from helicopter parents. (Love you mom am dad!)


Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Oh the horrors

So tonight at work (library) I head over to the JNF section (juvenile non-fiction) to find the very heart of my darkest nightmares come to life. Some kids (more along the lines of the devil incarnate) have DESTROYED it. And when I say 'destroyed' I don't mean like three books are out of place (that's probably what you all think librarians mean when they say destroyed).


I mean they have taken entire shelves of books and mashed them together then shoved them back onto the shelves in jumbled masses, upside down, open, completely out of order, spilling out onto the floor. It was madness. I looked at it, then looked up the ceiling and prayed for God to take me right then and spare me from having to clean up this.

It took me an hour.

You're welcome, Dusk!
Also, shout out to Dusk's husband and his resplendent beard for reading my blog every night.
(I told Celeste I would use resplendent in this post.)


Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The chosen one

About a week ago I was chosen to clean out the fridge at work. It's a very auspicious task and I was chosen from many highly capable individuals. BUT I WAS CHOSEN.

The reason I had to do this was because a sticky brown substance had congealed at the bottom and my boss decided that tonight would be the night it was cleaned. I thought that I would just do the bottom, wipe out the drawers, and be done.

But, oh. How wrong I was.

We're a library. We're a bunch of nice ladies who like books and kids and helping people. We should eat low fat microwave dinners and keep some pop and condiments in the fridge. Right? WRONG. WRONG ON SO MANY HORRIFYING LEVELS.

It took me an hour, 2 packages of paper towels, and many half strangled yells of, "Ew! What is this! You guys are disgusting!"

Moldy leftover takeout food, yogurt that expired two years ago, and multiple unopened expired tubs of ranch dip.

I found this in the back.

That's actually not the grossest thing I found. I'm not going to show you the grossest thing because I didn't want to hold it long enough to take a picture of it.


Monday, August 12, 2013

Family legacy

Little brother got my old algebra 2 textbook! He sent me this
(I was the one who taught him to text in class. This is an age old wisdom that was passed down to me from my older brother when I got my first phone at age 13.)
Mom, if you're reading this, disregard everything in parenthesis.

And now for a monologue by me, Nicole Rosenau:
So little brother started his sophomore year of high school today (so proud) and I feel really weird about this whole not-being-in-high-school-anymore thing. I was able to justify not being there today in my head by saying stuff like, "Maybe I had a really long dentist appointment." Or, "A funeral. I was at a funeral." But not being there tomorrow... IT JUST FEELS SO STRANGE. It's like I've been in high school for my whole life (I don't even remember middle school. Like at all. Maybe I was hit on the head first day of freshmen year or something.) Kind of sad, actually. Not being in high school makes me sad. I'm in limbo. Weird world. I mean, I've spent all of my life trying to achieve what I have now achieved and I should be OVER-FREAKING-JOYED but instead I kind of feel out of place. Like I'm missing something.

Sorry for that wonderfully put together melodramatic tirade. MOVING ON.
I haven't been posting super a lot lately, BUT THAT IS ALL GOING TO CHANGE. I HOPE. I start college in two weeks. (Two weeks from today is my first day of class.) And hopefully I will have more excitement and adventures to tell you all about.

Until then,