Tournaments, Thunderstorms, and Spring Fever

Things here on campus have been pretty busy. After we all returned from Winter break classes took over our lives for a while. The weather started to warm up pretty quickly, and before we knew it Valentines Day had come and gone, and we were all at home, or elsewhere for Spring Break. Kentucky headed to visit some friends for a bit before returning to spend time with family. HossBoss also traveled to see friends in the midwest. Pocho and I both headed home for break and as far as I can gather, aside from some family drama, both had a great time.

We are all back on campus now, with classes in full swing. We're all pumping through until the end of the year. Things have changed around for all of us I think. The wave of warm weather has kept us all out of our dorm rooms, and away from our textbooks (I know that's been especially true for me, Boston.)

Pocho has jumped right back into school, being more active than ever in her classes, and other clubs. Her interest group on campus has a huge event coming up and we're all wishing her lots of luck for a good turn out. HossBoss and Kentucky have been out and around discovering new passions. Rock-climbing has been particularly fun for them and they continue to go regularly and love it. As for me and my newly single self I am simply trying to find myself again and figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. Some of my thoughts get a little overwhelming, but when I start getting too sucked in I always have Zumba, and some good friends that have stuck by me.

After thunderstorming earlier it has turned into a beautiful Spring day, much like the rest of the weather around here lately. Our basketball team made it through rounds of the tournament this past weekend so Go Pack!

Pocho and I are off to Zumba for the first time (out of 4x) this week! So pumped! :)

December Shorts

Don't you just love walking outside in your shorts and t-shirt and being completely content? I sure as heck do!! I actually could care less if it is December and the high was 71 degrees today. I love this weather. I really HATE the cold. I enjoy keeping my body in the norm and 70 degree weather and me are pretty good friends :)

The only problem I have with this type of weather in December is that it tends to just decide to do whatever it pleases. So naturally 70 Tuesday and 48 Saturday? Is that really natural?!?! NO!! That is what I am NOT ok with. Why must it be 70 and gorgeous one day and then 48 a couple days later?! Don't get me wrong a couple months of cold weather doesn't kill me but if it was 70 all winter I could not miss the cold. I'm not picky :)

Exams are starting here in college town for all of you wondering whats going on on this campus. The answer would be NOTHING but studying!!

Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Here in our corner of the world, it finally got cold. Believe it or not, I don't find this a turn for the worse.

The only bad thing about this new development is that once you step into a building you are instantly 35-ish degrees hotter than you were outside, and thus completely uncomfortable.

I guess you could say that where we live

Bruises

College is hurtful. Haha ok, so in the physical sense. But no really. I can't tell you how many bruises I have acquired in college!! The other morning while getting out of bed I swung my leg over to climb down the ladder and guess what I whacked my leg right onto my bed post! The proceeded to find out that whatever mystical faerie that comes in the middle of the night and jams my finger is still coming...

Although these things seem stupid, today in my biology lab we were learning of the human circulatory system! Fascinating....right. Anyways it came tot he part of the lab where I to prick my own finger and take my own blood to type my blood. Now I happened to be the only person at my table who had ever donated blood before so I knew perfectly well what was coming. Those little "pricks" that they say won't hurt at all give me a little itty bitty teeny tiny BRUISE that I can't escape whenever I do something. And yes typing with my pricked finger hurts so I, naturally, have mastered the art of not using my pricked finger!

Moral of the story I might die from all the typing I'm goign to have to do throughout the next couple of days.

Where in my face is used as a backboard

Today I had the happy opportunity to let one of my classmates use my face as a wall to bounce a soccer ball off of.

It wasn't particularly painful, but now my nose is tingling and I am constantly touching it to make sure that it isn't somehow swollen into a potato or something like that.

I am particularly handy at handing out injuries in that class, so I feel like it was my turn to be on the receiving end. The girl that kicked the ball into my face was a girl that I have the penchulant for tripping at least once a class. Karma may not be swift, but it certianly does come back around to you at some point.

Wha...How...OH KNOW!!!

Ok seriously. This whole idea of taking an "undecided major" was NOT A GOOD IDEA!!! How the heck am I supposed to know what to do with my life!! 

Ok...that's not actually why it's a pain in the butt. It's actually the fact that I have to take 15 credit hours next semester but I have NO CLUE what to take. I applied for the major I want but what if that's not the major I end up with? I mean of course all of the classes I will most likely take will be general education but still!! I might have to end up taking 16 hours!! That means I might have 5 REAL classes! Who's idea was that?! Can you imagine having 5 tests in one week? 5 exams to prepare for? And 5 days of absolutely nothing but class.......WHYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!

Milkshakes

Me and a Farmer once made milkshakes. Only rather than using a blender to mix the icecream with the milk, we used knives. Sounds dangerous, really isn't.

So, today, I made a milkshake with a knife and ice cream. I was so excited to drink it. Even though it was cold outside, I had just created a wonderful bit of awesomeness.

It turned out that it was so cold outside that my milkshake thickened right when we stepped outside. I had to wait for it to thaw out a bit so that I could actually drink it. I was distraught.

Oh, and by the way, Happy Halloween!

Rebuttal and Irrespnsibility

I do not bend to Kentucky's every wish and command! In fact I have never just done something for her! Besides washing my sheets and her sheets TOGETHER so that she didn't complain or drag me to go and do it with her later. I am not a slave, I just happen to be a nice person because she never asks me to do things like that! I just am doing it form me so I figure why not do it for her if she's just going to drag me to do it later.

Now that that is cleared up, I'm on to my stupidity. Why am I so forgetful? Yes I'm saying it! I forget everything! I have to write it down and then sometimes I STILL forget! I have forgotten so many things being here at college has caused so much stress and I don't think it's been good for that part of my brain that lets me remember things....I really need to work on being more remember-ful...

I Have A Personal Slave

I have often commented on how nice it is to room with HossBoss. And not because she is a good example, has good music, or goes to bed at a reasonable hour.

Nope.

It is because she has become my personal slave

Today she washed my sheets. How many times have I washed my own sheets?

Never.

Basically I point and snap and she does what I ask.

Am I terrible?

Yes.

Do I enjoy this?

Yes.

I have her working on planning my halloween costume right now.

I get to write about how much I hate your class?!

Recently I have rediscovered my true hate for English...the class. And possibly the language. But this time around the topic of which I as a student get to write about is my writing process. Why I'm writing about writing I don't know but I am! And it just so happenes that I don't take pleasure in writing so this will reflect in my paper.

I decided to make writing my arch nemesis in this upcoming paper. It' going to be great. I seriously get to write about how much I hate writing. It's a narrative paper and therefore about me. It's supposed to be easy and I know it won't be but it should at least be fun to thrash on her class and how much I hate her profession!! I never knew how many different ways there were of pulling her class to pieces and talking about how much it sucks! Today different people were talking about their "writing process" and their focuses and they were all not negative but pointing out something that they really had a problem with in the writing process. Which makes sense because it has to be a complication but still.....we just tore that class apart, threw it on the ground, and stomped all over it.

So in essence I get to write about my hate for that classes main purpose. Awesome.

I am evil. Also: Ice Cream Cones are Odd

For the last couple of days I have been badgering HossBoss to write on the blog. She's been sick, so this was incredibly evil of me... And all along it turns out that I was my turn to post in the blog. I'm a terrible friend.

Anywho: onto my actual post.

I will invite you to listen to the internal thoughts (because what kind of thoughts aren't internal?) of Kentucky before she goes to bed.

Ice cream cones are weird. If you think hard enough about the concept of ice cream cones, you will realize that I am telling the truth.

Ice Cream Cone: noun, A crispy piece of bread used to hold a sphere of frozen milk for optimal licking.

And somehow, magically, this piece of bread doesn't fall apart when the ice cream melts? Please explain this phenomenon to me, if you can.

Then, consider the shape of ice cream cones. It is a cone shape... I think the general idea of the cone shape was to catch the drips of the ice cream as it melts. But we all know that ice cream doesn't melt into the cone: it melts onto your hands, so this function of the ice cream cone is moot point.

And then there are those ice cream "cones" that aren't even cones. They're more flashlight shaped, and are perpetually stale tasting. And even though these bits of bread are wafer thin, they don't get soggy and fall apart either! Not only does this kind of cone defy any sort of expectations for an ice cream cone, it isn't even a cone!

Finally, there is the waffle cone... don't even get me started on the waffle cone. If you are a lucky ice cream purchaser, you will get a waffle cone that is closed at the bottom. But most of the time, the waffle cone is wide open at the bottom. This results in ice cream melting onto your hand, and, if the random drop falls where it's supposed to... well that drop won't be caught by the cone, like the ice cream cone engineer designed. Instead, it will land on what ever unfortunate object is under the cone at the moment. Most of the time, it is your toes.

Adventures?

I don't think I've had any true adventures. But there is one coming up!! Kentucky, Pocho, Boston and myself will be driving to Atlanta soon for the bestest time ever!!! I can't wait to go!! I need a good adventure every once in awhile.

Maybe I'll attempt to take the bus somewhere off campus.....talk about scary! I'll make its with someone. And yes it will probably be to the mall. But who cares! It'll definitely be an experience!!! I've made up my mind. I'll do it. With Boston most likely...Kentucky works to much and Pocho doesn't enjoy it. Sad day.

I Just Saw a Girl with a Tail

Read the title. I don't think I need to say anything else.

Already?

It's October...already. It's half way through my semester and my second wave of tests has already made it's way into my life. New people have made themselves known. And two people (that I know of) have left us.

That's right people the second half of the semester is coming up FAST!!! Who's idea was it to make college stressful?? Really who invented that?! I don't think college was meant to be so stressful. Don't get me wrong Kentucky and myself are handling it very well! I mean as well as we can :) We do love this whole idea of college :) It was brilliance!! But the thing that would make it better is if teachers didn't stress me out so much!! And let me just say that it's not happening! For instance the Monday after fall break I had a test and a half draft with a conference with my professor! THEN tomorrow, Wednesday, I have TWO tests and a full rough draft due! I might explode. But I feel like I'm handling it well. Poor Kentucky gets all the sidetrack-ness of HossBoss. 

It's been fun though! We've been heavily participating(well I have ;)) in our church groups and such. I'm rather proud of us for this! It's never a question is we're going to our Monday gathering or our Wednesday class, we just do! And I'm very glad we made that decision, we both need the comical/spiritual relief. For instance I was freaking out about this week a bit and still went to our Monday groups and played the funnest game I've ever played!! Handball may sound boring but it is a blast!

Also what's been happening is picking a major. Talk about the scariest thing EVER! Let's just pick the rest of my life while we're at it! Why not?! People take this decision so lightly! And I, obviously, am stressing a little about not getting into the college of my choice! :( Those nasty "what if" questions get in my head and they're not very nice :( I'm trying for graphic design in case any of you were wondering. It's extremely competitive! 

I would also like to put a quick note about how totally awesome Steve Jobs was! His ingenious ideas are the best things ever now! They're a reality and he will rest in peace knowing he's probably still making a butt load of money haha.

I also would like to give tribute my first ever high school teacher who passed away today. He was my world history teacher my freshman year of high school. He was my friend for all of the rest of high school. We frequently exchanged "witty" remarks in the hallways. It was never a dull moment with Coach. He was a great man with great opinions and the biggest will to fight! He WILL be remembered, loved, and never forgotten. My whole high school and even graduates(including myself and Kentucky) all wore green in his honor yesterday. He went to Marshall in West Virginia and boy he wouldn't let anyone forget! But Coach you were and inspiration, a great teacher, coach, and person. Thank you for scary the little freshman right out of me!

Bananagrams

To pass the time, Pocho, Boston, HossBoss and I spend too much time playing bananagrams. Seeing as how this is the case, I have had a lot of time to observe the norm for everyone's individual bananagram board. I had created samples of what most people's boards would look like.

Exhibit One: Boston

This girl uses words I have never heard of before... or words that I would never think of. She used "sigma" once. Case and point.

Exhibit Two: Kentucky

I am the least eloquent of our friends. I also get stuck with all of the E's, G's and D's most games.

Pocho also says that I am not allowed to use "Jew" anymore. What's a girl to do with a J, a whole bunch of E's and a W?

Exhibit Three: HossBoss

HossBoss's board is usually really compact. I have no idea how she does it... it is awe inspiring. She is also a chronic user of the word "zit." I think it's the only Z word she knows.

Exhibit Four: Pocho

Most of the time, Pocho gets all of the really hard letters. And she does really well with them. In fact, most of her best words come from her hard-to-use-letters. Until she gets lazy and decides to string letters together and hope we don't notice.

That's how it goes around here.

Double Takes

The classic double take. Classy or complimentary? I think it depends on who's getting the double take and who is receiving the double look.

Last night Kentucky and I stayed up late...er, than normal and tried on clothes. Yes we know, what a girlish thing to occupy time with. But it was tons of fun!! For some reason we didn't want to look like bums today :) Which was good for us since we usually don't mind sporting the t-shirt and jeans/shorts look. So for us to take the time to look nicer was a big deal. And we had fun staying up, trying on outfits (ridiculous or not), and sleeping in because of no early classes :D

So the point of my pointing out double takes was that when you look nicer, you usually get more double takes.....who knew?! I was walking to class jammin' to the music on my iPod and what do ya know I got the most double takes I think I've gotten in a long time!! I took most of them as compliments :) I mean you can't take all of them as compliments because some people are creepy. And I'm not ok with creepy. End of story.

Walking to Math is Dangerous

One day I thought I was safe walking to math. All of the sudden, there are about twenty sweaty children clambering/vaulting/sliding over a railing nearly on top of me.

If you aren't careful, you can be run over by parkour kids quite easily.

Well, well, well...

Boston here with your latest updates because Kentucky is quite the slacker. (Mentall I'm picturing her say, "I resent that!" haha.) We, HossBoss, Pocho, Kentucky and I, Boston are all off campus being cool-kids this weekend together. Its been a ball spending time on the floor with our coloring pages, and listening to everyone's imitation of chickens. Bok! XD

Food has been great too curtosy of Mrs. Kentucky, aka su madre. Much better than anything grey and lumpy we could get at the dining hall. And the grey and lumpy bit is no exaggeration. The food is close to edible there but there are plenty of things that land on the menu that are grey...and definitely rather lumpy. I can appreciate homecooked food.

It's pretty quiet now as everyone is sacking out. Kentucky jr is passed out in the middle of the living room carpet while HossBoss reads determined, but exhausted. Kentucky is curled up in a chair like mine in front of her laptop as well. Whether she's reading my blog post or something else I'll never know. Pocho headed up to bed about twenty minutes ago and if I know anything about her, she's already passed out. I'm headed to join her in la-la land, I think.

10-4: Boston

High on Stress

Hi! My name is HossBoss and I have a burning hate for English! I really do. It caused me so much distress the last couple of days. I have been under an immense amount of stress because my English class mainly consists of 4 papers. Which is perfectly normal for a college English class. But for me this created a huge amount of stress.

I was staring at my computer screen for so long working on this paper that my eyes became extremely bloodshot and and it looked like I had been smoking an illegal substance for a substantial amount of time. Then, of course, since everyone is well aware that I've never smoked anything in my life CallGirl assumed that I had been crying. which I had not....but I was on the verge since I was under so much freaking stress for this paper!!!

I talked to my professor during office hours and was told that I wasn't specific enough and tried to explain my situation to said professor and professor was still not understanding!! D: It was NOT OK!!!! How am I supposed to do something for so long and then be told TWO days before that I need to rework pretty much the whole things.....

I know what you're thinking. Why didn't you go in earlier to ask about the paper? Well because I didn't think I had missed anything because she gave us such a wide range to write about!! GAHH!!

This was my vent for the time being. I'm sure there will be many more to come. But until then this will suffice.

Kentucky, the Walking Rainbow

Today I was used as target practice.

Even though it was my day to sleep in, I awoke fifteen minutes earlier than I would on a regular day, to go and play racquetball with Boston and Pocho.

Racquetball, on a good day, requires coordination and focus.

At 7:15 AM, most human beings possess none of these qualities.

This particular group of girls never possessed it to begin with.

So you can see why our early morning excursion to the gym was practical, nor beneficial to our health.

We started off well enough, for a morning. But it wasn't long before a line drive from Boston hit me square in the calf.

A few minutes later, a lovely smash from, again, Boston, hit me in the scapula.

While Boston was apologizing for her errant display of ball handling, a hit from Pocho rebounded off of my patella.

Needless to say, I have a nice collection of bruises that would rival any person, even if they did bounce down a gravel hill, or box against Muhammad Ali.