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.

Keeping TIME, TIME, TIME (in a sort of rhunic rhyme?)

Whoever aid " time is of the essence" was crazy. Most days It feels like I have no time. But then others I feel like someone somewhere has invented a time machine and because they keep going back and forth in time and therefore slows down time for me. yesterday was normal paced and very productive and fun. But today I feel that my time between classes is somewhat useless. Why do teachers cram all of their tests within the same two weeks and then go back to "normal" teaching until the next testing period. Like really? This is ridiculous. It's good that I have time between my classes because I can study in between, but it's not enough time to take a nap if I really need one. Why must this whole scheduling thing be so difficult?

Time is essential I guess...but really if time is different from person to person who cares? What one may think is the fastest day ever the other may be thinking is the slowest most awful. But on occasion that I have a life and plans that are going to be awesome TIME tends to drag on!

What is the definition of time anyways? According to dictionary.com time is "the system of those sequential relations that any event has to any other, as past, present, or future; indefinite and continuous duration regarded as that in which events succeed one another." Well if this is true then time is way to complicated for anyone to comprehend. Why must we use such a general term? Time is not specific and what a complicated definition. I think time is infinity. Never-ending. So there! Take that English language!! Even when you die off time will still be here trudging along to the end...but there isn't one....so I'm starting to think time has a sorcerers stone.....

There's my food for though. Time is not of the essence. Your time is of the essence. 

The Rules of Soccer, Customized for Kentucky

I am taking a soccer class. And while my teacher is very nice, he is crazy. That is the best word to describe him. He likes to talk a lot, so we spend a lot of our fifty minutes of class listening to him talk about the Old Spice commercial, and some kid's ring tone. Most of the time I'm able to tune him out.

Except I can't tune him out when he's giving me my own set of rules.

You see, today I played a bum pass. So he told me that, from that day onward, I was only allowed to pass to him, or to the kid, Said, behind me. Notice, behind me. If I cannot even manage to complete a completely uncomplicated pass, how does he expect me to back heel the ball to a kid who is behind me... and always manages never to be open.

As I lingered on these rules (I made sure no one passed to me, because what could I do with the ball?) my brain recalled a few other gems that he has offered to me.

The Rules: a customization.

1. Stay wide, so that the ball doesn't roll out of bounds
2. Come in. You can't play when you are that wide.
3. Dribble the ball!
4. Don't dribble! Pass it to that guy who can!
5. Hustle kid!
6. Don't run! We're playing at half-speed
7. Stay in between Caleb and the ball!
8. Why are you hanging on Caleb? Are you dating?
9. Come on! Play better!
10. You looked like a Brazilian out there!

Sleepy Nights and Bananagram Fights

I went home this weekend and saw Texas and Piratess!! It was soooo fun!!! Talk about homecoming!! It was quite the game!! And those lame-o foes of HSHS thought they would have an easy win and guess what they did! Won by 1 point because the referees stopped the clock when they weren't supposed too! And HSHS were their 2 players down!! 

Well the next day (Saturday to you new comers) I went shopping! With Texas and Piratess :) I finally got new pants!! Yayayayaya!! It was great :) And do much fun obviously. Then we went to hang with Piratess' boyfriend, Fballgoo-roo (aka Goo-roo). We proceeded to hang out and play games and then Piratess and I(HossBoss) had to go to another friends house and watch a broadcast and eat El Dorado deliciousness!! It was an hour or so broadcast after which we went back to Goo-roo's house and were watching TV and we all fell asleep....yeah. I know. And of course none of us would wake up until 2am.

So then Texas, Piratess, and I all decided we were probably really late getting back. I mean Texas was. So we left and let me just say that when some people  are SUPER tired they absolutely have NO CLUE what they are saying!! It's like being intoxicated. Texas is one of those people who becomes highly intoxicated when he is overly tired. He begins to say things like "I don't really like M&M cookies. I like chocolate chip! But the gooey ones. I like gooey chocolate chip cookie!" Hahaha yup that's Texas when he's "intoxicated" :)

So of course I had to go back to the dorm to go bad to school and where I just so happen to live. And I was trying to do some Spanish dormwork when all of a sudden there was a Bananagram extravaganza going on in the middle of my floor! And so naturally I gave up on my Spanish and joined in! And like the intelligent college students that we are, towards the end of the game we started taking any and every word so that the rest of us could get more letters and try to form real words.

See but that's thing about English....and math. There are such things as "imaginary" numbers and words. There have to be! Otherwise we would never know what the square root of a negative number is or have any new lingo or interesting new words of the day! They're everywhere! People make up words all the time, and eventually they catch on and BAM! New word.

From the files of Detective Kentucky

The following is a reenactment of the case known as "I just need to sit down for a little bit."

This spectacle occurred late on the night of the NCSU football game versus Cincinnati. As HossBoss mentioned in her post last night, there were some illegal-to-under-twenty-one-year-olds substances being injested, and the results were quite drastic.

Here follows the reenactment of last night's adventure: (HossBoss has stepped in to reenact)

A girl, short, and with long brown hair wanders down the hallway.

Suddenly:

"I just need to sit down for a second," She says, collapsing in the middle of the floor. I'm in the middle of paining one of my fingernails, and she just stares at me with wide, glazed eyes.

And then she is on the ground.

I'm confused, because she just lays there for a while. When she finally gets up (as far as her knees,) she rattles the doornob of her room and wonderes who had locked it. She wonders this very very loudly.

She is finally able to get back into her room, but I'd imagine that those few seconds she spent on the floor, looking up at the lights must have been very interesting for her.

It's monsooning rain!

What began as a regularly muggy day here on campus soon became a rather damp and dreary afternoon. As I, Boston, Kentucky, and HossBoss tried to enjoy lunch in the dining hall while the rest of campus swam around. We were in the clear until Uptown came to talk to us and got us sidetracked. Looking to leave we all realized that it was futile to expect to get back home without getting drenched. HossBoss was prepared for this monsoon like the smart cookie she is. Kentucky and I were skidattling behind her and trying to avoid her deathly puddle splashing self.

Do not be confused, this monsoon is nothing irregular here. To wake up to the sunshining and then an hour later be in the middle of storm is just part of the bipolar weather here.

Now jamming in my room to Nicki Minaj on Pandora radio before going to bother Kentucky and HossBoss in their room. Pocho is M.I.A. We were supposed to loft our beds this afternoon. *sigh* this will have to wait. Onto better things, unlike homework, like bothering HossBoss and Kentucky!!