Thursday, March 20, 2014

Wut

I have this super awkward pain in my back, way up high right between my shoulder blades.
My friend Katie is making fun of me because when I move certain ways I let out this sad little squeak of pain. I'm so pathetic.
I asked her if maybe I have a spinal tumor and she just looked at me and said, "no".

She's going to be really sorry if I do.

Over.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Metropolis

So I'm taking this 'Critical Approaches to Literature' class.
It's basically the weirdest thing ever on this earth. It's all about the 'theory' behind literature and we have these discussions in which we're supposed to analyze, but they always end up going way to far and I always end up sitting there thinking, no, the author didn't mean that. Too far! Back up!
But anyway, we have to watch a lot of movies for this class. We had to watch Fight Club, and Rear Window, and the Truman Show. Currently a friend from class (Katie, she's the bomb. And she brought snacks) is watching a silent film called 'Metropolis' with me. It was released in 1927 and it's black and white and SO TOTALLY MESSED UP. We have no idea what's going on. Plus all of the little word interludes are in German so that makes us even more confused. Luckily, she spent most of her life oversees in German speaking countries like Austria and Serbia and she's still taking German in college so we sort of have some sort of idea as to what's going on. IT'S SO WEIRD. It's kind of like a dystopian society with a huge disconnect between the elite and the working class and this dude just witnessed a huge factory explosion and then he hallucinated all of these workers being sacrificed to the machine god (or at least that's what we called it) and of course he fell in love with this working class girl, but he's super rich and his father is like the leader of the world and it's basically AMAZING that we're understanding any of this because it is so weird and so confusing and the men wore so much make up. Also the main dude has these awesome poofy short pants and his tie is tucked into his belt and they just have fantastic facial expressions.

I've decided that silent films are my calling. Just watching them. Watching silents films is my calling in life.

Except the only problem is that I can't multitask because I actually have to be watching at all times. I'm a big multitasker. Hence why I'm blogging as I watch.

OH NO THEY JUST DISCOVERED SOME SORT OF MAP ON ONE OF THE DEAD WORKERS. IT'S EITHER A PLAN FOR AN UPRISING OR SOMETHING ABOUT CATACOMBS OR MAYBE A MASS SUICIDE.
The German subtitle things scroll by really fast and Katie isn't fluent.

Over.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Unconscious

So yesterday I had to go get a blood test. Nothing super special, just a routine blood draw at the campus health center. I was totally fine with it. I give blood all the time. Needles don't scare me.
So they drew my blood and stuff, and I was fine, just sitting in my chair talking to the nurses.
Then, after she's all done and is putting everything away I start feeling really weird and light-headed.

I woke up on the floor surrounded by four nurses.

AND I TOTALLY DREAMED WHILE I WAS PASSED OUT.
I don't actually remember what I dreamed about, but I know I dreamed.
And then when I finally came to, I like, freaked out. I didn't know where I was, or what was going, or who these people were and why there were wet paper towels on my forehead and neck and it was terrifying. Finally I was okay and I remembered where I was, and they let me sit up again. They gave me animal crackers! They made me sit in there for 15 more minutes, even though I felt perfectly fine after that.
That was a very anticlimactic ending.
Sorry about that.

It was a very exciting morning.

Over.

Monday, March 10, 2014

filler

BLOGGING. I AM BLOGGING.
Hello, world.
I'M BACK.

Whenever I open up a new blog window I'm never actually sure what I'm going to say. I never plan. Which is dumb because then as soon as I start typing, every single funny story COMPLETELY LEAVES MY BRAIN.
Like, throughout the week stuff will happen and I'll always say, "I am SO going to blog that." AND THEN I NEVER DO AND I FORGET AND I REALLY NEED TO WRITE THINGS DOWN.

Hm... I've been reading a lot. Like, A LOT a lot. It's not necessarily a good thing.

DIVERGENT IS COMING OUT. REAL SOON. MY LIBRARY MOTHERS AND I WILL BE GOING AND COMPLETELY GEEKING OUT. I'm so excited. So. Excited.

This is a sucky blog post. I'm going to start writing the funny things down.
Sorry.

Over.

I PROMISE TO DO BETTER VERY SOON

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.)