Crazy Socks & Writer's Block

. . . . Sometimes I wonder if the guys on my floor are from the same species as the bestby. I'm currently hiding out in my room because there is a poster of a lady in a bikini on one of the guys doors, and the door is always open, and I've told them how disgusting that is but they just ignore me when I speak of the lady poster, so I thought I'd take matters into my own hands and duct tape some clothing onto the poor objectified woman. Not the best idea ever. They weren't too happy about my ideas of modesty. I took the duct tape off for them and didn't even rip the stupid poster. Hey, when they have daughters of their own someday, they'll get it and they'll remember me and my orange duct tape. And the other reasons I say this, that I wonder if the bestby and these guys are from the same species, are to horrifying to be put on this blog. Shudders. In other news, I named my bike Susan. I jokingly call her a slut. Because every time I park her, when I come b...

Well. I made it through my first week. And two more days. Wahoo! Not going to lie they were pretty rough. Now I'm feeling a whole lot better though. Works slowing down so that makes everything better. I actually got home before the sun went down, two days in a row! And I got to see my mom and the bestby today :) Always great. I'm actually caught up on my homework which is a surprise. It's nice being able to have a fresh start in a new place. Easier to change the bad habits I've accumulated over the years. Like procrastinating homework and watching too much tv and not washing my dishes right after I eat and keeping my room clean. Yeah. Those. An update on the bug situation. An exterminator came and did a heat treatment. So basically they took everything out of the drawers and turned the heat to a hundred and left it like that for seven hours. When I came back from church, all my roommates were sitting in the hall, with our dorm room open, AC blasting, windows open, and...

Guess who just dropped her religion class? This girl! I'm taking an english class about how everything in our lives is a story. It's right after my normal english class. Hopefully not too much english on those days. But it's got to be better than dealing with that other guy. And taking a class I don't need for my degree.

Guess what? Yep, they found bed bugs in our dorm. Not in my room, but in my other roommates room. I was headed off to work yesterday when I heard a scream and freaking out. My other roommate who had watched extensive movies about bed bugs before coming, had found one. They're bigger than I thought they were. And the one she found and killed was blood red. Go google bed bugs after this, so you can see what I'm talking about. Since I had work though, I wasn't there for the rest of the day when the RA's came in and did an inspection, then the head lady, then a bug expert, and finally an exterminator. Apparently now they're doing a heat treatment and spray to our dorms. I'm at home for the weekend so when I come back I hope everything's alright and the bed bugs are gone forever. Everyone else hasn't come to the conclusion that this is an awesome story to tell. I mean come on, bed bugs the first week of college?! The children are going to love this story....

Well. I've gotten through my first three days. I didn't think I was going to make it. I don't know how I'm going to make it through the rest of the week. Working 37 hours first week of school SUCKS! Especially when your previous job experience consisted of a week at Victoria's Secret. Oh well. It's time to be a grown up. Have to prove to myself and everyone that I can be one. Everywhere I go I get more and more inspiration for writing. It's like seriously? The one time I can't write, is when I have ideas. Oh irony. I got hit on two more times. The bestby isn't happy about this. It makes me laugh. My religion professor managed to offend everyone in our class today. I'm seriously doubting he's ever taught a religion class before, because some of the things he says are like wow, you just said that? I'm going to laugh when I show up next week and everyone's dropped the class. Do you ever just see some guys sometimes and want to tw...

Hello. I just got back from an eight hour shift at the bookstore. During the busiest week of the year. I'm a little tired. But I don't want to forget anything that happened today. So here it is, fast forwarded version. Woke up at six couldn't fall back asleep Wasn't cold for once Got ready for school. Freaked out because there was a water purifier on the sink and was scared it would dry out my organs and that's why I drank three whole waterbottles in an hour because I just wasn't quenching my thirst. Ate breakfast, complete with Reese's Puffs Peed Took this picture Peed. Rode my bike to class and got there uber duber early. Peed.  Found my english class.  Freaked out that no one was there.  Finally people showed up.  Barely paid attention in English because I had to pee so bad. When asked to talk about a time I persuaded someone to do something recently, I told the class I persuaded my boyfriend to make me a sandwich be...

Here's my first homework assignment! Woo! We had to write about our experiences in writing. “You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” Ray Bradbury. When I was little, the other kids could barely keep up with the intricate stories going through my head. That’s why they never played Barbie’s with me. And that was ok. In 1st grade I remember the first day, I was scolded for starting all my sentences with and. Apparently only published authors were allowed to do that. When I was nine, my grandma told me there were no good books coming out lately. That night I went and wrote a love story for her about two antelopes that fell in love over the rainbow. Not trying to brag or anything, but it was a pretty rousing drama full of politically correct antelope mating calls. I told my third grade teacher that I wanted to be an author when I grew up. She encouraged me to enter a writing contest. With high expectations, I entered my little antelope story and it’s sequel...