should I really post this?

So two friends and I went shopping this evening (Plato's Closet) and it was very fun. WHICH IS SO WEIRD BECAUSE I ACTUALLY HATE SHOPPING. Like, I hate it. Seriously. It's exhausting, and it takes forever, and I feel fat in everything I try on. But that last bit is probably just because I live in America and in America most girl feel fat in everything. Which sucks. But anyway, we went, and we even had that stereotypical changing room montage where we all come out in our outfits that we try on and it's like we're in a nineties chick flick. And I found these really jeans and when we getting ready to go and I was talking about them and the guy who ran the changing rooms was like, "The Levis? You gettin' the Levis?" And I had to dig through everything to find them and confirm that yes, they were the Levis, and then he said, "Good, cause those were a good choice. Those looked niiice." And he pulled the word nice out really long in a funny way. But I felt very affirmed. And I told him so. I said, "Thank you for that lovely positive affirmation." And he smiled at me. It was a very nice trip. I got some really cute, versatile tops that will be lovely for these upcoming summer months. If summer ever actually shows up. It appears that there is no real guarantee.

I cannot believe I just did a blog post about shopping. How completely white-girl of me. And it is slightly disgusting. Please forgive me. This will not happen again.

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Note to the World

Note:
If you intend to drive through or around a college campus, be wary. College students have no sense of self-preservation when it comes to cars and will walk right out in front of a massive semi-truck without a second glance, forcing said truck to slam on the breaks, lest be responsible for creating a college-student size splat on the concrete.
Our thought process is along the lines of, "Hey. Go ahead and hit me. Go ahead and pay for my tuition. I dare you."
You've been warned.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I PROMISE TO DO BETTER VERY SOON

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.

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