Long Time No Talk.

Long time no talk. Definitely has been a while since I have posted. I am pretty terrible at this blog stuff.

Lately: nothing too new. College still kind of sucks, friends are fine, I still have a boyfriend so that's good. I miss living at home. Mom and dad take you out to movies, take you to dinner, help do laundry and clean your room (just kidding! I still have to do this), and watch mindless tv with you. I miss not having to grocery shop or worry about bills and rent. Being a grown up sucks! Especially when I probably should get a job soon in order to save up for important things like a house, car, retirement, designer handbags and shoes etc.

You know when you have always expected things to work out in your life without you trying so hard, and the moment you realize life doesn't work that way, it instantaneously becomes so fucking hard? I realized this quiet some time ago yet it still has such a sinking effect on me. On a more positive note Christmas and Hanukkah were fucking awesome. Can some rich guy come invest in my education? That would be awesome. When does spring break start? Rambling... see terrible at this blog shit.

Ruthless: Star Wars

My parents are the best. But when Symon and I were kids, they were pretty ruthless. I guess you could say they were trying to spice up our family life, to say the least. My dad's favorite trick was to hide walkie talkies under our pillows and wake us up by just talking on them. It scared the living daylights out of us. We would wake up screaming and my mother would pretty much just laugh for a while and then comfort us. It was cruel and awful and made me check under my pillow for a good month before I would go to bed every night. As children we believe everything our parents tell us, until we are old enough to figure it out. It is a power that can be abused if not used properly. If we wanted to get our Christmas presents we would have to say we believed in Santa (my mom still does this to us to this day... I am 19). My favorite thing about Christmas is that all our presents weren't just from Santa, but Frosty the Snowman, Luke Skywalker, C3-PO, R2-D2, Princess Leia, Han Solo, and even Darth Vader (what a generous man!). In case you don't know, my family and I are obsessed with Star Wars. I will rant about Star Wars later.

Moral of this blog, mess with your children until they learn you are full of shit. But keep it lighthearted and never really let on that you love seeing them drop their jaws and get all wide eyed. Trust me, we figure it out eventually and usually in the smartest way. I figured out by like 8 years old that Santa wasn't really because I could recognize my mother's handwriting. Her excuses were very creative: 'Santa was too busy so I wrapped and wrote for him' or 'Do you want your presents or not?!'

Sleep Deprivation

I have a class at 9:00am or 9:30am every week day. Today I had to wake up at 6:00am to register for classes. The depressing thing is that I was a zombie during that time, so I hope my classes don't turn out to be Apocalypse 101 or Brain Eating 234. Who knows though, because my brain was definitely not functioning that early in the morning. I am not a morning person. I find every loophole imaginable just to stay in bed for an extra few minutes! I refuse to shower in the morning. Thankfully if I do shower in the morning it is only Arizona, where your hair won't freeze. Not really sure if that happens in cold states since I am a wimpy baby when it comes to cold. Can you blame me? I am an Arizona baby at heart. It drops below 70 degrees and I instantly have to wear a sweatshirt or cardigan of some sort. I wear a fuzzy robe when I get out of the shower and socks to bed. Even when its only 60 degrees out. To me it is cold!

P.s. I am writing this during Organic Chemistry. For some reason he and I are not on speaking terms this morning, hence I am no longer on listening terms. Ochem you kinda suck. Like it is a necessary evil. But more evil than necessary. I may be exaggerating a little.

The Adventures of Ramen and Spike cont'd

So as I was writing my last post, Ramen and Spike approached me. Both were thoroughly disappointed that I hadn't written about them in over two weeks! Or maybe it was three? I told them I was deeply sorry and I would as soon as possible. Ramen was of course understanding, but Spike gave me the cold shoulder. Anyways their story continues...

Tucson is known for many different things. Great Mexican Food, lousy snowbird drivers (I really don't have to explain this one do I?), and really crazy homeless people. Ramen and Spike are NOT allowed to leave the house, in case they get lost. Spike never listens to this, even though Ramen encourages him too. So one day, Claire left the screen door open while she was taking out the garbage, and Spike took this as his escape. Ramen ran after him in attempts to bring him back.

Spike: Damn! It is hot outside!
Ramen: Yeah it's September in Tucson, not exactly the coolest time of the year.
Spike: SONORAN DOGS!!!
Ramen: SPIKE NO! Do you know how bad those are for your health?
Spike: Pssh your a dog don't you eat anything and everything in sight?!?
Ramen: NO! I am a very particular dog. It has to be fine cuisine for me.
Spike: Hotdogs. Wrapped. IN. BACON!!!
Ramen: You drive a hard bargain. I guess since we are out we can go.
Spike: YESSSS!

So the two set off in search of El Guerro Canelo, home of the infamous Sonoran Dogs (Ps if you are ever in Tucson I highly recommend getting them). Spike scurried along while Ramen did his little Shiba trot (again if I have to explain then these stories won't make sense). The dynamic duo got some odd stares because Tucson is so not used to Shibas being friends with hedgehogs. Claire went back inside and locked the door without realizing her little buddies had left.

Ramen: Spike where the hell are we?!? My paws hurt, my coat has heated up and I am thirsty!
Spike: Calm down princess we are almost there.
Ramen: No we aren't! What if we get lost? What if no one finds us? Where am I gonna sleep? Who will throw

the ball?!?!
Spike: Woah there nervous Nelly.
Ramen: WAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Spike: I really don't remember you ever being a crybaby.

The two finally reached El Guerro Canelo.

Spike: I will have two Sonoran Dogs. Exactly the way you make it and a Coke.
Ramen: Two Sonoran dogs please. No beans. They give me gas.
Spike: Dear lord.

To be continued...


P.s. I know my story isn't all that great.

P.p.s. I might be going a little crazy but whatever I need a creative outlook right?

Really, I'm Terrible.

Really, I am terrible about posting. The funny thing is I usually have a lot to say.

My nickname given to me via my boyfriend of a year and a half is grumpy bear. Lately I have been in terrible grumpy moods. I can't even explain them. Usually it's because any thoughts about the future I get grumpy. What if I drop out and become a garbage truck driver? I don't wanna quit obviously, but at the same time I want some sign that I'm doing alright. I also get grumpy because my diet sucks. Bears need at least five meals a day. I'm talking about god wholesome yummy snack like meals. Lately I have been getting one meal a day if I'm lucky.

No I am not anorexic. Though it might head there soon (Kidding! Calm down mother I am doing just fine). It's either cause I am way to lazy or I literally forget to eat. Meals take time to make and then clean up. Ramen sounds absolutely disgusting. Shopping for frozen meals makes me feel like an old cat woman. Isn't it funny how most meals like that come in servings for two? Isn't it ironic how much of a lonely deadbeat I feel when I look and purchase the frozen meals for one? I feel like a lame duck whenever I go grocery shopping. It's not that I don't like good home cooked meals, I do. I just don't designate enough time to do them. Hence I become grumpy bear. Before I would take offense to this whenever Austin called me that, but now it comes natural to respond with a growl and then a sigh.

Sometimes when I am in a bad mood, I'll text him and tell him I am a grumpy bear and he'll respond "it's ok, I still love you."That is important cause bears need lots of love. And food.

Weirdness

I really don't post as often as I intend to. Seriously. It's like my brain has so many interesting thoughts, yet I forget to write them down and then they are lost forever. For instance today as I walked to Organic Chemistry (ewwwww) I noticed Boomerang guy in front of Old Main (I think every college has an Old Main so I won't explain it). If you have ever been to U of A in the last two years at about 8:00-9:00am there is a guy that stands in front of Old Main and throws his boomerang (verb: boomeranging?). He is pretty incredible too. Every time he throws it, it always comes back to him! And he throws it far too. I like having morning classes just so when I walk to them, and feel like dying because I am way too tired, watching him throw his boomerang cheers me up. Maybe in some weird way to represents life throwing away your problems only for them to come right back to you. Or it just means when you get old that little hobbies like that are most enjoyable.

I don't have something like that. I don't go out and throw anything. I don't play ultimate frisbee (to my parents dismay). I don't play a sport any more at all. Today, was the first day that I realized I really miss playing on a team. I used to swim and play tennis in high school. I miss going out and working out, but playing as well. Working out gets so boring when its not a sport or hobby. Treadmills are lame. Weights don't talk to you. Everyone in the gym is so occupied with themselves it feels lonely. Maybe I'll pick up tennis again or join a frisbee league (don't get your hopes up dad, I said maybe) or even just go outside and learn a new sport.

College makes me miss going out and just playing.

Week 1

So what does a full time college student do in her free time? Create a story. With stuffed animals. I think I might be going bonkers.

Once upon a time...

There was a 19 year old girl going crazy during her second week of sophomore year at The University of Arizona. She felt like there had to be away to get rid of some creative energy besides doodling all over her notes. Her mother had just sent her a stuffed Shiba Inu toy to cheer her up. With her collection of small stuffed animals (soooo not in a creepy way) already on her beside table, she introduced Ramen to the gang. Ramen immediately hit it off with Spike, the mini hedgehog.

The two were bound to get into trouble whilst the girl was at class. Ramen was very loyal and very protective and didn't like surprises; while Spike on the other hand was curious, adventuresome, and danger-prone. How this duo came to be is a mystery.

To be continued...

Oops

It's not that I forgot that I had a bog, but that I have not found enough free time to post. Today is the first day I missed a class this whole semester. All due to stupid zoning construction. First 6th street was so backed up I couldn't wait in line till I could turn to get to my parking garage several blocks away. Then I attempted to park and pay in a lot. It did not tell me how much time $00.50 would get me so I assumed it would be an hour (just long enough for me to go to my only class on Friday) as I am walking away I notice my recipt says return at 9:04. Oh fudge. It's already 9:00 (it took me 15 minutes to realize I didn't have enough time) so I walked out of my class to go pay more money and the line was 20 people long. It takes about 2 minutes to pay. So I chose not to pay a ticket and sit until my 9:04 was up.

You'd think the campus would be better equipped. One pay meter for 50 spots?!?! Thankfully the class I missed was Organic Chemistry and it is still all review from Chemistry last year. I'm just so proud that I made it to Friday ti skip a class!!! Not.

If you are my mother and you are reading this. Ummm oops.

New Obsession

Well technically it isn't really "new" but I google everything I don't know when I am talking to people about anything. For instance when someone mentions an unknown actor played a major role in some movie I like to look them up purely to see who the hell they were talking about. I google just about anything too. For a college sophomore, I sure have an abundance of useless information stored, when it should be important science stuff that I'll need when, and if I become a doctor. I am pretty sure my patients will think I am crazy when I tell them that the actor who plays Eric Northman in TrueBlood was also in Zoolander as one the stupid funny models (and if I become a pediatrician, the kids will definitely think I am crazy).

So why do I do it? I guess something triggers in my mind that I just have to know everything there is to know about useless trivial facts. It is fun to quote them at random times. Like for instance my family will be having an intelligent conversation and I will blurt out some miscellaneous fact. Thankfully my family is used to this and most of my friends. But I do get the expression "Where the hell did that come from?!"

I guess my favorite thing to do with my google obsession is to prove my brother wrong when I know he is wrong. I am sure it gets on his nerves but hey he has a smart phone too and he can look up what he is about to say if it is true before I beat him to the punch.

Back to School

Why is it that when the start of the next school year rolls around I am always behind in something? Be it getting a parking pass for a garage, getting my books, or begging the University to reinstate my scholarship, I am always late in getting prepared. For instance, I just signed my lease for a house with my roommates on Monday, July 25. That is less than a month till my first day of school. Most kids get their houses rented by the middle of April. No, I had to put it off until the last possible time. Call me lazy or underachieving, whatever. I guess I just assume it will all get done in time. That the magic college fairy will wave her wand and all my books will be purchased, my scholarship will be back, and all my stuff will be moved and set up in my house. I guess I got to quit dreaming.

I have to write a letter explaining to the masters of U of A, why my GPA was so low to lose my scholarship. I have no idea what I am going to say to convince them to give me my scholarship back. Like, 'hey I didn't study hard enough and I will promise to try harder next year' is the best I can come up with. I don't want to blame it on my migraines or my Oma (that's my mom's mom) getting breast cancer. I am sure loads of kids have harder circumstances and do way better grades wise than I did. Since that is the truth, why did I do average and not beyond the means of survival in college? I am pretty smart yes, a procrastinator yes, and possibly lazy? Definitely. Yet I have this uncanny ability to do better in life, yet I chose not try as hard as I could. The sad thing is I really do want to try hard. So how come my mind has not fully cooperated with my desperation to get all 'A's?

Well let's not dwell on that too much. I'm off to get paint chips for my new room. I have to tackle these things one task at a time. If my mother is reading this (which I am sure she is) I will write my letter when I get back from looking at color options.