What's the deal?

It is after 7 on a friday night, I am sitting in my room watching tv, and I really have no plans for the rest of the evening. College has made me lame. During the summer I would have been long gone by now, and would not return until 2 in the morning. Something is wrong here. To top it off, various muscles in my body hurt. Me and the girls have now agreed to work out together 3 times a week. Don't feel bad about finding this funny. I myself find it kind of hilarious. me... working out... for longer than a minute... multiple times a week... for more than 1 week... This is highly unusual behavior. The lazy part of me is like "What the hell!? What are you thinking? You are a lazy piece of junk, always have been, always will be. I like being lazy. It works for me." But deep down (very deep down) there is the piece of me that has been wanting to start working out for a long time. So now I'm glad that we are going to do it together. I'd probably stop after about 2 weeks otherwise. This way they can keep me in line. The thing with those 2 though is that they are best friends. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with this and it's not that I'm jealous. The thing is, that makes me third. First of all, I'm the one they each call when the other is busy. Secondly, when we are all together I often have no idea what they are talking about. They have this annoying way of talking about things that only they know about. Third, they recently brought their "best-friendship" to a sickening level. I may vomit the next time they call one another their BFF. "Come on... be a good BFF." SICK. Last time I checked, we are not in the 3rd grade. Now I feel bad for talking about them like this. I'm going to hell.

hmmm

It's Friday, I'm done with class, and I'm well fed. Life is good. I got my grades back on both of the exams I had on Wednesday. I am a calculus god. I got a 100% on that baby. Feel free to bow down any time now. Now on to psych, the exam that I thought kicked my butt. I felt like I was guessing on every question. I always knew I was a good guesser, but not that good. I ended up doing better than the last exam, and when you add in the curve points the mismatching professor gave us, I end up with a 94%. Again, bowing down is not necessary, but is much appreciated. I guess I need not stress out so much.
In other news... this morning my roommate was like, "do you know that you talk in your sleep?" I was like, "what? what are you talking about!?" It turns out that this past week she's noticed me sleep talking and she said I was actually yelling last night. Odd. No one has ever noticed me do this in the past. I know my sister talks in her sleep quite frequently. She has since we were kids, but I've never been accused of it myself. It kind of disturbs me in a way. I wonder why I'm doing it and what I'm saying. It's kind of eery, not remebering. My roommate says she's never been able to understand what I'm saying, and that sometimes it's just gibberish. I kept telling her sorry. I hope it never creeped her out or woke her up.
Well, now I'm gonna go work out. Stop laughing.

Over You?

I'm over you. I don't know why that was as hard as it was. I didn't shed a tear, just like I said I wouldn't, but it was still tough. What a waste of time. I realize now that it is better this way. I do still care about you. I hope you're doing good. I hope you find happiness. I still want to be you're friend, but I'm over you. Am I? I think about you more than I do all of my other friends. I think about seeing you again. I fantasize about us hanging out as friends, but struggling to remain just that. I wonder about what you're doing, who you're with. Why? I don't want this. I don't want to have these feelings anymore. I'm over you, remember? I haven't talked to you in weeks, and yet you don't leave me alone. I want you to miss me, not the other way around.

Stress Relieving Tips

So basically I've got a load of garbage to do, but I find myself thinking of the millions of things I'd rather be doing. I'm a bit stressed after that evil psych exam. So I comprised a list of things to do to relieve stress. It's not a long list, but it will do. I know, I know. I need a life.

Stress Relieving Tips

1. buy some playdoh
2. punch people
3. eat until you feel sick
4. listen to polka (dancing is optional here)
5. draw funny pictures
6. call friends/family
7. write a long, goofy email - but write it formally
8. sing - loud
9. pretend you're British
10. dance like a retard
11. make a list of things to do when stressed
12. take a nap
13. talk to the funniest little brother in the world
14. go shopping and try on the ugliest things you can find
15. watch the spanish channel
16. run in circles with arms flailing
17. draw mustaches on pictures in a magazine

can't concentrate

aaaahhhhhrrrrrrrr. I have 2 huge exams tomorrow but my studying is useless. I stare at my notes and my mind just wanders. I can't concentrate. I guess I have a lot on my mind and just can't focus. It would feel good to just ramble it all off here and get on with it, but I have no time for such things. UH, I'm so frustrated with myself, stressing out I guess. Well, back to the unproductive studying now.

I miss my little brother.

hell is a weekly event

It's funny how I ended up going to school in a city that is home to NFL football team. I think football is evil. Not only is it impossible to escape, but now it is impossible to even try. My roommate is a big fan. If there is a game, it is inevitable that I will see it on my TV. I don't really mind as much as you'd think I would. I tolerate it, but I will not be persuaded. Football is the devil, along with vacuuming. If you would have told me a year ago that I would someday have a poster of a football player hanging on my wall I would have laughed in your face. Hard. At least it is to my back so I don't have to look at it. We (the hometown team) won today. I personally could not care less. I'd actually almost rather they lose, just to piss people off. But this way people around here will be in a good mood tomorrow. Just as long as no one trys to talk to me about it. "Hey, how 'bout them Packers!!" Sick. Vomit. Shoot Me. But like I said, I've learned to tolerate it. I'd much rather the world be free from football and all of its evils, but I have to survive somehow. Don't want to get shot by some deranged fan.

night with big brother

Tonight was absolutely fabulous. Despite what one would suspect, college life has been boring thus far. I seem to study too much and the people disappear on the weekends. It's not much of a party school. Though I don't mind this, not being much of a partier myself. It does get rather dull around here though. Anyway, tonight big brother number 3 came to rescue me. He's quite the character. He can also play the role of the protective big brother at times, in his own unusual way. So anyway, he's in my room and starts talking to one of my guy friends online. The poor guy. My brother starts telling him to stay away from me, that I'm his innocent little sister, and that he can bench 350. It was hilarious though. He's always asking me about boys and alcohol, making sure I'm staying away from them because they are bad news. In my graduation card he told me that boys will try to take me away from my books. I can have all the books I want, but no boys. I love how he is protective in a half joking way.
Anyway, after making a new friend, we went to a hockey game, my first. I loved it. Who would have known. After a bit of pushing, shoving, and jabbing with their sticks I was like, "screw the puck, just start beating on each other", and they did. Three seperate times someone threw off their gloves and helmets and just went at it. The one guy left with a bloody head. I know this sounds awful, that I enjoyed watching such violence, but it was a good time. Then this guy was on the ground and my brother said something like, "go cry to your mom" when this little girl was standing in the aisle next to us. She just stood there looking at him like she thought he was talking to her. He was like "oh, not you". The poor little girl, probably scarred for life. We ended up losing the game, but I didn't really care. I had a great time anyway. It sure beat sticking around here spending the entire night thinking of something to do.

Lost Confidence

Well, last night I was feeling bold when I created my blog and I was planning on posting some things that I have written in the past. However, I seem to have lost confidence. I'm not sure I am ready to reveal my writing to the world. I'm kind of proud of it in a way, but I think I'll wait to share it. I don't want to give up my blog though. So here I guess I will share all of the lesser, inferior writing, the stuff that just comes as I type. No offense to you or anything.

Starting Out

I'm new to this whole blogging thing and I don't really know what I want to come of it. I guess I just want a place to get stuff out of my head. So why not splatter it onto a computer screen? Sounds like fun to me. I'm kind of hesitant about it though. I mean, it will feel good to just ramble about my thoughts and feelings and free some space in my mind, but I tend to be very private. So opening up to the viewing public of the world will be a bit new. But hey, I don't know any of you anyway. So...here I go.