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.