Gettin' in the groove

I love Dexter, that show is amazing. I know it sounds bad, but that show is so good and it sucks that I have to wait a whole week before the next one is on. And you thought you had problems...anywho, Thanksgiving was a great break from everything, mainly school and work, plus I even got a little bit of work done. Life is pretty good, aside from the fact that I have a few minor little issues eating at me here and there. You know, the usual, jeans a little tighter than I would like, missing an old friend, my lovely academics, and just how everything is going to fall into place. No worries though, it's a waste of time. So, as soon as I finish up with this I'll study a bit more, get some breakfast, go to class, go to work, and then crash as soon as I get home. Yeah, my sleep schedule is a bit off, but somehow I feel so much more productive, I think it's because there isn't as many distractions from midnight to eight in the morning. Who knew? Other than that, my life is just as boring as it was yesterday. :)

Thanksgiving!

Ahhh...the day is finally here. The day where I don't have to do jack, I can sit around all day, and eat as much as I want. At my house eating is kind of a big thing and at any family get togethers it's a none stop activity. Anywho, I should probably go get around before we eat because according to other family members I'm not the most prompt person, whatever. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Cottage cheese legs and ugly days

Ever have one of those mornings where you look in the mirror and it looks as though you had a fat ass glass of ugly before you went to bed? Yeah, this morning was one of those days, not only did I feel ugly but my jeans have gotten considerable tighter in the past few weeks. And that freshman fifteen, which I swore I wasn't going to put on, LIE. For anyone who might just randomly be reading this, I might be getting a little chubby, but over the summer I looked good (Chan I put a little twang in there just for you). It was a bit odd, I had a crazed obsession with running(with a little bit of swimming and biking mixed in there) over the summer, there was something that just made me go. Oh, and believe me I was called crazy several times, especially on the days I would run eight miles in 95 degree weather. Hopefully, I can get back into the groove soon, last week I ran twice or three times, but I don't quite have my niche back yet. Days like today don't help with that too much because it's just one of those times where you wake up and you kind of know the rest of the day is going to suck balls. I'm tired, I have a test to study for, and I go to work in three hours, it's been a busy week, soon to turn into a busy weekend, but after Monday, THANKSGIVING BREAK! Ahh, that is music to my ears. Not that my life is too stressful, I tend to do that to myself because procrastination makes for long nights which doesn't go so well with my early morning classes. By the way Keel, I'm glad you got a good laugh the other day, unfortunately today is a bit boring and I don't feel too much like being witty. Hope you had a good one at work! :)

Funny how things work out

I'm sitting here, with my skittles and liquid crack(the dew) in hand, smiling about a letter from a friend. And when I say from a friend, I mean from the combined effort of my two roommates...ahh, the love. Through the duration of my experience with my two new friends each conflict was "resolved" through letters and notes on a dry erase board because an actually face-to-face conversion would require a little too much maturity. But tonight was the night, I decided to put my foot down and put a stop to the MADNESS. Well, after I read what they had to say about me that is, and after doing so I couldn't have been more shocked. I mean apparently I "snore extremely loud" and they had seriously considered getting ear plugs, but this posed a problem for them because they wouldn't be able to hear the alarm in the morning.

Then, I couldn't help but contemplating what my roommates had said, the words "you snore extremely loud" just kept running through my head and they started to bring back childhood memories. Memories of camping with my sister, a sister who didn't mind smacking me in the face just to get me to turn over because the noise that came from my mouth was too loud to allow someone next to me to sleep. Not only did I "snore" but apparently, on other camping occasions, I attempted to snuggle with my other sister, Pity. She did not appreciate this. What she didn't know was that, when the covers got a little too warm I've always had a tendency, when I was alone, to flail half of my body over the covers, which gave me a happy medium, not too hot and not too cold. When in the process of doing so, my sister just happened to be where my arm and leg would go in my flailing motion. And since I am an extremely heavy sleeper the concept of another person next to me didn't really click, even after I did it the second or third time. Then there was the hotel in Tennessee which at that point in my life, I had a bad reputation as a sleeping partner. This led to the drawing of a name, a name to find out who would be the unfortunate sibling who had to share the bed with me. It just happened to be my much older sister who was pregnant at the time and one who valued her sleep. I didn't sleep too well that night because before bed she swore she would kill me if I tried to "snuggle". I wasn't about to cross her, and seeing as how I am completely dysfunctional when I sleep, I knew it was very possible for me to do something that would annoy her, so, I ended up just kind of lying there for about eight hours.

Yeah, I suppose I can sympathize with my roommates, I guess they're screwed until May. The interesting thing is that I used to not really sleep there because I was more comfortable staying at my sister's place, and I was hardly ever at my dorm/apartment(technically it's a one bedroom apartment that I share with two other people). Well, during the time when I wasn't around much, I would find my belongings being tampered with for no logical reason other than my roommate being inconsiderate and having control issues(lucky for them I never returned the favor). Finally I demanded the happenings to stop, and they did. The problem was, when I was at my dorm I started to become paranoid about my belongings and my sensitivity didn't help the situation, so, my life was hell. Even though it's only been a couple months I've come a long way in putting things in perspective and all-in-all, life is good. But as far as my snoring goes, if it's not karma, then I guess it just sucks to be my roommates.

The Joy of Roommates

Yes, it is true, I have been blessed with the best roommates ever! Funny story, one of them was so kind as to purposely turn the light switch so my alarm clock would automatically turn off, but lucky for me it wasn't really a problem because they were kind enough to make just enough noise this morning so that I didn't really need my alarm anyway. I can't really do much other than laugh at this point because even though I was quite angry this morning, I really am blessed. Although I am a little worried about heading home(I've been on campus all day, like most) because I'm never sure what it is that I might find, my wash clothe a little dirty for some unapparent reason(creepy) or my razor displaced from where it normally is, who knows. I've finally started hiding all personal items, and sitting here thinking about it I suppose I can't really call that place home though. I spend most of my days tucked away studying in some random building or hanging out in the ever so wonderful atmosphere of my sister's place, where their second couch has become my favorite place to sleep. It's a little bit odd, this I know, but sometimes I believe people do what it is they have to just to get by and a good night's sleep where I feel welcome is sometimes just enough.

In the matter of school, I'm not as hot as I once was, but not anything another semester of school can't fixed. So, I might be retaking a few of my classes, big deal. Initially, the idea of such a thing could easily bring me to tears, stupidity wasn't something I had to deal with, until recently that is. Actually, the truth is I've never been too bright, it's just that until now I had the mentality that I "know it all". I must say it's quite a humbling experience to wake up and find that you're in the real world and that you don't know much of anything. It's all good though because Thanksgiving is just around the corner and that means food and family. Two words that have always went hand-in-hand. Last night my sister and I were laughing about the stupid things we used to do. No wait, my sister was laughing because she farted, loud. Then we started discussing how dysfunctional our sense of humor is, which is shared by just about everyone in our family. Some to a further extent than others, like my sister and my brother-in-law, it's quite disturbing at times, but always gets a few good laughs. That's one of my favorite things about my family, no matter what the situation is, there are always laughs involved. And when I say that it doesn't matter what the situation is, I mean it. Well, I suppose I should get back to studying because my next exam is for one of the classes, which is on the list of classes that I'm not allowed to retake(it's my own personal list).

Ahh, procrastinating...

Yeah, I should be studying for my Chemistry exam, but I don't really feel like it. I was looking over Chandra's blog, and I just couldn't not laugh. She's inspired me to make my own blog.