Continuing Education

Baring any unforeseen events, I will be going back to school this fall. I have incredibly mixed feelings about this. There is a part of me that feels like this is just a huge waste of time; that I am not going to gain anything new and I just need to accept the fact I wont ever work anything but a dead end job. Because I clearly have not learned anything since graduating college.

I miss the person I used to be. I miss her dreams. I miss her starry eyed wonder at life.

Letting go of dreams and goals is difficult. It hurts. The realization that the only thing you have ever wanted isn't going to happen. Every sacrifice that seemed so necessary and now isn't. The time I could have spent with friends. All of the little experiences I missed out on. I try to live life with few regrets. Being able to move past painful events means taking the time to mourn.

If everything had gone as planned I would have been graduating with a Masters this year. I would have a finished manuscript in the process of being published. I would be living in a tiny house in Arizona with a library instead of a bedroom. I would be traveling, writing and loving life.

The worst part is knowing it's all my fault. I didn't do everything possible to make it happen. I was to stressed out, I was to busy with work or I finally had a day off and didn't feel like trying.

I've had four years to accomplish something, anything, and I have nothing. I have done nothing to pursue my dream. I have been so terrified of failure and the unknown that I lost the ability to live. The dream was to big. I can no longer call myself a writer, because I do not write.

This is me saying goodbye to that dream. This is me saying goodbye to a younger more naive me.

I am not entirely sure what I am going to aim for now, I don't have a new dream to pursue. I do have an idea of what I want out of life and to get that I need to go back to school. I have always done better with short term goals and if I have learned anything as an adult it is to play to strengths. I know going back to school is going to feel weird, I know how difficult it will be and I know I won't have a problem. I also know that no matter how grumpy I am feeling about it right now I am going to love it once I get started.

Products that fail

I have been meaning to write about this for probably six months or more. So this is not going to be a completely accurate account of the things that happened. More of a vague I kind of remember that tasting freaking awful.

Chocolate filled Twinkies. I don't know why I thought it would taste okay. Normal Twinkies are the nastiest thing I've ever eaten. With the exception of that time in seventh grade when we put ranch dressing on Twinkies. *shudder*

The chocolate ones tasted disgusting. It was like someone took baking soda and oil and a little bit of coco powder and stuffed it inside something that should never be called food. I am unclear on what happened with the Hostess situation but if they never make Twinkies again I would not be sad. Although I have heard that a deep fried Twinkie is delectable.

Next up would be Pez. My loverly mother bought me an Iron Man Pez dispenser (it's super cool). But the candy was no good. Especially after it sat around in my room for a few months. That was just weird. It was alternately soggy and stale. Not that it was actually soggy, it just tasted like what I think soggy food would taste like.

The last item for now is those flavor milk straw things. I tried to look up the name but all I got were milk snakes. Fail google. *sigh* if my internet connection was better (as in didn't drop for several minutes ever hour) I would spend more time finding the name. As is it won't really hurt my sad little review. Those things suck. Granted I only tried the banana flavored one, but still. It tasted like bananas for the first sip and after that it was slightly sugary milk. Not impressed. The chocolate ones might work better but I am loath to try. It didn't even help to leave the straw in the cup of milk for a few minutes. Then it was just room temperature sugary milk. Soy milk worked better, but not by much and I think that was because the vanilla soy milk occasionally tastes kind of like bananas anyway.


And now for a funny. This has absolutely nothing to do with this post but a friend shared it with me and now I feel the need to share it with you.

"'No' as in 'no', or 'no' as in 'maybe'?"

There has been nothing super interesting happening in my life recently. In fact it is unbelievably dull. All I ever do is work. That being said. Today was fantastic because I finally got new windshield whippers. It is a very exciting day. I just needed to share that.

Last weekend I went to my high school fiver year reunion. It's just kind of strange to have a five year reunion. Most of my classmates are borderline broke or have no idea what the hell to do with their lives. A lot of them have kids too. Part of me is super happy for them and the side is horrified at the thought of already being a mother. Their kids are soooo cute.

I do have to say that going made me rethink most of my life choices and I decided I wouldn't change much. Some days I think there's something wrong with me because I don't really want to be married or have kids, but that's because I have definite career goals. I am not so selfish that I want to try having the perfect family and the perfect career. I just don't believe it's possible for most families. It seems to me that people who have extremely successful careers don't have the closest families. Not that there is a problem with that. I just grew up in a family that was really close. If I ever have kids I want to be the one raising them, not a nanny, not a day care, me. Which is why I am focused on my life goals, if I get to where I want to go I will be able to raise my own kids.

That got surprisingly melancholy. Anyway, the really annoying part of the "reunion" (there were only like seven of us) was that the cafeteria had been remodeled. It looks fantastic. And I am annoyed that they waited till I left to do it. Mostly cuz they are building a new science building at the college I went to. Construction started the year after I left. Apparently I can never be at the school when it gets something new.

Mommy's out of school for the summer

One of the great things about having a parent who is a teacher is summer vacation, because they get it too. This means my mom is around all summer. Not that I've really had anytime in the last six years to spend with her. But it is nice to be able to hang out with mom and not have to work around her work schedule.

Poor mommy was sick this weekend, it was kind of nasty. She had really bad food poisoning, at least that's what she thinks. It was... bad. I ended up having to drive her to her last day of school, which wasn't to bad since I got free ice cream out of it. It was delicious.

Exciting things happened last week. When I went down to Lincoln I finally picked up my diploma, it's so pretty.  It only took me ten months to pick the stupid thing up. Four years to "earn" a diploma and I can't even be bothered to send in the letter with my home address on it. Fail.

I bought a black frame with matting, it is also pretty. It took me a good five minutes to get the stupid frame on the wall. In my college cheapness I bought a craptastic frame that has a hinged wall hook hangy thing. Everytime I would try to "catch" the hook on the nail it just collapsed. I almost dropped the frame (diploma and all) into the dark depths behind my dresser. The only wall space, and I do mean only, was right above my dresser... I was standing preciously on a folding chair and my dresser trying to hang a frame on a nail several feet above my head. I felt like an idiot. Apparently college does not give real world experience for mounting pictures on walls.

By the time I got the stupid thing up I pretty much fell over laughing. My sister didn't think it was quite as funny, but she found it amusing as well.

Working with the public

Apparently the book review idea was a flop, seeing as how I have yet to write one. Or start writing one. My mother has finally set down an ultimatum about me finding a job and it really sucks. I know I need to find a job, but what she wants is just sooo not going to happen. Because there is no way I am giving her the satisfaction of me not having a job by next week. Part of the problem was I had (and this is mostly past tense now) no idea what I wanted to do, in the long run. I couldn't decide between working a crap job and going to grad school for an MFA in creative writing or trying to get a career type job in the communication field.

After four years of studying communication I kind of don't want to work in that area. It's fun, it's kind of fulfilling, but it's also really difficult to find a company whose morals I agree with. And that's something I have never gotten my parents to understand. When working in a public relations job it's not about the products, it's all about the company and it's reputation. If the company doesn't live up to that reputation then I have been selling a lie. I don't like selling lies, I hate feeling like I duped someone. It's unpleasant, unprofessional, and it happens all the time. Most people aren't even aware of the messages they're being fed, of the half truths a company spouts off after a major disaster. I could be a great asset to a PR team, but I don't want to be. I'd like to believe I still have morals.

Not that all companies are evil, most aren't, but people in power have a nasty habit of trying to spin things instead of being honest. The general public is a lot more forgiving of an honest company that apologizes for a mistake than a company that tries to cover one up. And it's almost always up to the crisis PR team to convince the CEO that the best answer is honesty.

Youtube videos I don't really understand

While cleaning my room yesterday I found a door name plate thingy I made in college. It's in the shape of a unicorn and has best friends name on one side and Charlie on the other. My mother did not get the Charlie the Unicorn reference. At all. So I pulled up the video and we watched it.

It was way worse than I remember. Not very difficult to do since I pretty much watched it all the time and laughed hysterically each time. But the video makes no sense and the ones that follow are even worse.

Well I just recently watched the Nyan Cat video. And wow, it's really bad. It's super cute, and intensely repetitive and some how despite all that I kind of like it.

However I found that the videos made by Nyan Cat fans were way cooler. Like this one here.

Then there is the hilarious Silent Monks videos. Those are great.

And let's not forget all the funny videos shown to me by friends.

I cannot find this video on the blogger youtube thingy so just click here.

Anyway. That should be enough videos to sufficiently mind numb anyone. I do enjoy a great youtube clip, but some days it's nice to step back and realize "these videos are horrible, in a funny way."

You scream, I scream, we all scream for Ice Cream!

Some time last summer... two summers ago? I bought an ice cream machine. And just this last week I actually used it. It didn't end up so great. The entire experience reminded me of the very first time I used my waffle maker... only with way less steam/smoke stuff.

Mummy dearest has several packages of ice cream mix stuff, it's all very fancy and there are like two instructions for use. Mix with 2 1/2 cups of whole milk and pour into machine. Somehow I managed to completely screw that up. Apparently it is freakishly difficult to follow orders in this house.

I asked mummy dearest if I could swap out the whole milk with 2% ... she told me to just use canned milk. And then she walked over and handed me a can of sweetened condensed milk. Not even close to the same thing. In all honesty I cannot deride her for her mistake because I have done the same thing twice before (I generally do that about once a year when making gravy, I will open the wrong can). If you have ever opened a can of sweetened condensed milk thinking it was canned milk it would probably have given you a scare. Sweetened condensed milk is viscous and an off white color ... it kind of looks like curdled canned milk.

Well I dump the entire can into the bottom of the ice cream machine, because my mother told me too, and she turns around and freaks out. So I pour about half of the stuff out and then dump in the rest of the package and some 2% milk. I popped on the top and turned the machine on.

About five minutes later it still looks the same. The mixture isn't mixing so I attempted to mix it with a spoon while it's still churning. This would be bad idea number three (#2 being the sweetened condensed milk, we will get to 1 in a moment). The spoon catches on the spinner thing and makes a really bad noise. At this point I decide it is better to just turn it off and mix it by hand (just enough for the stuff to actually be mixed in completely).

Ten minutes later and it still looks completely liquid. Nothing is starting to ice, it doesn't even feel that cold.

The instructions for the ice cream machine state that the bottom part (it's like a giant ice block that doubles as a churning bowl) should be completely frozen before attempting to make ice cream. This process usually takes over four hours. I'd had it in the freezer for maybe three hours (this would be mistake number 1).

Then my parents got all antsy because our home phone wasn't working... Turns out I had unplugged the phone in the kitchen when I plugged in my ice cream machine. The kitchen phone is the main phone system and if it is off no phones will work ... it was not my most brilliant moment.

All in all the mix is sitting in the fridge and the machine is in the freezer waiting to be completely frozen. I started this Thursday and I still don't have my ice cream.

F*** Yeah Art Student Owl

These are all my favorite FYASO posts... or pictures. Whatever. I thought most of these were freakishly hilarious. Enjoy.

All of these remind me of my artistic friends, the ones who I watched go through the design program. While I have never experienced the crazyness found in those artistic majors I did sort of live it vicariously through them. They are wonderful people, fantastic artists and had several problems. Mostly having to do with a lack of creativity and time and sleep.

Happy Holidays to all the creative people. The people who really do live in an alternative reality. I love you.

Spanish class and Profe

For two years in high school I took Spanish classes. I don't think I could string together a sentence then and I sure as hell can't do it now. Just no way. But I love to talk in class and I find it horrific when my lack of vocabulary stems my annoyance factor. Spanish I consisted of learning a bunch of random words and present tense conjugation for verbs, we didn't work with past, future, past participle, or future participle, or back to the future verbs. We learned the basic phrases: Who are you? Who am I? What's that? Where is the bathroom? This is my favorite, and Run it's the police!

Okay, so we didn't actually learn that last phrase, but it would have been awesome.

My teacher, who we all called Profe, was one of my favorite high school teachers. He is just awesome, best teacher ever. At least as far as language teachers go. By the time I got around to taking Spanish II he expected us to speak only Spanish during the class period. I think he had ridiculously high expectations. Who actually learns anything in high school? Nobody.

Anyway. I didn't know a lick of Spanish, which effectively kept me from speaking very loud in class. I would say I was completely silent, but we both know that would be a lie. I can't keep silent for more than two minutes. This constantly got me in trouble in class, Profe was always snapping at me to keep it down and to only talk in Spanish. Unfortunately, the times he told me this in Spanish it wasn't very effective. His scowl, however, worked like a charm. That man could glare like a Southern Belle. (don't ever quote me on that. I will deny it).

One day I decide to take pity on poor Profe and speak only in Spanish. I repeated the same word, over and over and over again. I think I kept up a slight rap for several minutes before he told me to stop saying that word. I think it was very, muy? Or something like that. Well he only told me to stop saying that word. So I moved on to a different word, only this time I was saying it to my friend sitting next to me. Now instead of me just repeating a word, it was a one worded conversation. I would say the word then she would, then me, then her.

Profe did not find this anymore amusing. By the end of the class period he sternly lectured me that only saying one word did not constitute a conversation and that if I wanted to speak at all in class it could only be in coherent conversation style. I was the only student who had to follow that particular rule. *sniff*

Yeah. I was a little brat in high school. Still am.

Also, it's almost Halloween. Cheers


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You've been Burgled

Because I stole you!

Yeah. My teacher was chattering in class today and just shouted out the word "burgled." I had never heard this word before, people tend to use robbed instead. But burgled is a fantastic word. It's new and fun to say. Burgled. Hehehehe... I am awesome. (not)

Wow.

I am fairly certain I failed the test I had today. Mostly because I didn't know we had a test. Yeppers. I am doing fantastically this year. I am failing classes. I have no job. I have no money (because I have no job). I am living in a room that is smaller than a normal dorm room. And my legs look like I am a schizo cutter complements of my sisters cat clawing up my legs every time he freaks out, which happens constantly.

But my blog is doing fantastic.

That really says something about my life.

I am applying for a job at the local newspaper, so I might be able to strike one of those things off the list rather soon. Hopefully really soon. If I can get a job I can save up money so I can get the hell out of dodge. Or just buy a new computer. That would make me happy too.

Also, are cats supposed to chew on their back nails/claws? Because Kyo was doing that while sitting in my lap and it made me think a few things: 1. Nasty, 2. That can't be healthy, and 3. Am I mean person for dumping him off my lap for that?

Of which, I concluded that no, I am not a bad person for dumping the sad little kitty off my lap.

Stream of consciousnesses writing and why I will never be the Pope

I feel like the Pope aspect is rather obvious, seeing as I am not male. Or Catholic, but honestly I feel like the not being male is a bigger deterrent and one that is more likely to change than me becoming Catholic. Although they do have awesome school uniforms... I am going to send my daughters to a Catholic school. In Japan. Because those are the two places with the best uniforms.

Yep. It's been decided.

Not like I am going to have children. But hey, at least they would have awesome memories.

Pope from Trinity Blood.

I have come to the realization that I am the worst long distance communicator ever. I have a friend who I have been mailing letters to for over a year and I have yet to get a reply. Which is cool, I am all down with her calling me and randomly saying things on FB. But my letters and e-mails also lack a certain quality that would inspire friends to write back. I basically spew information out on a page and let it go on it's merry little way. Not even stopping to edit. Though when writing letters it would be more difficult to edit since I write with a ball point pen and have no white-out or any other such mechanism.

My sister is not hooked on Leverage. I consider this a massive win. Since I absolutely adore the show. The Episodes are still interesting the second, and third, and fourth time around. Definitely a good show to invest in.

Anyway. What I was trying to say about my letters is that they are very stream of consciousness feeling. A lot like this blog, only less organized (I know, I didn't think that was possible either). Have you ever tried to reply to a highly unorganized, stream of consciousness e-mail. It's very difficult. I've been thinking about trying to actually compose something, like sitting down and thinking about what I am going to write, instead of just letting ideas and knowledge spew from my lips... or fingertips in this case (I stole that saying from a teacher. He's awesome). Although he isn't my teacher anymore. Which is super depressing. This whole adult thing sucks, and kind of rocks at the same time. I vacillate between thinking it's fantastic to be out of classes and wanting nothing more than to go back to school.

I've no idea what I actually want to do... which kind of sucks.

Check out my new pages on the blog. There only thing that has any writing yet is the Lolz Cats page. It's all my favs. They should be yours too.

No you cannot eat my glasses

I am sure everyone is tired of hearing about the kitties. I know I am tired of having stories to write about them. Mostly because it means something mildly traumatic has happened to me. I know, I should be worried about the cats, but my narcissism just wont let me focus on anyone but me. I am just so damn sexy...

Yeah. That really was awkward.

So the finally decision has been reached on what was ailing Auschwitz kitty. He has worms. No, I am not joking. And yes, it's really nasty. He has been locked into the scary room, separated to keep the rest of us safe. The other kitty is doing just fine, other than having a minor cold. He's sitting on my lap right now, purring like crazy. When he's not attempting to sabotage my computer.

Kyo has schitzo moments. He will be purring and all sweet and cuddly and then, bam, he bites me. And this is the second reason for why I will never have pets. That and he was trying to eat my glass... Seriously disturbed kitty.

Sadly enough, the kitty stories are really the only interesting thing happening in my life. I am almost failing half of my classes and I have no job. Why does this sound so familiar?

Don't answer that.

I did attempted to make my parents insurance payments higher. My daddy just bought a Corvette (yes it's awesome, no I have no idea what it looks like) and he had to fly somewhere to go pick the car up. Well he took my car to the airport and had my brother drive it back. So I had to take the Tahoe to school last night. I almost rolled the freaking car. Apparently a Tahoe does not corner the same way a small car would. It was rather terrifying.

I identify myself as a small car driver, the Tahoe is not a small car. While I was having a mild heart attack because the freaking vehicle is a hulk, it was also raining. Some days it's just not worth getting out of bed. My car has very few fancy gadgets, I consider myself lucky when it starts with no problems. When class got out it had stopped raining. I didn't know how to turn off the back windshield whipper, and while I was trying to turn on the over head light, so I could see, I ended up opening up the stupid sky light thingy. A sun window... something like that. I got a little stressed out. I will leave the rest of that exciting adventure for you to imagine.

Here is my favorite Lolz cats of the day. Cheers.


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Why I will never own a cat

Sanzo, also known as Auswitch kitty, threw up on the floor yesterday. I was the only one home. Normally in a situation like that I would go run and get mommy or my sister to clean it up. They are not my cats, I see no reason I need to be the one cleaning up after them. Sadly enough, my mother ends up doing most of the clean up. I am still not sure how this ended up happening since they aren't her cats and my sister is a grown adult. What ever.

So I cleaned up cat vomit yesterday and I am now the scratching post for the other cat... I am really starting to hate them. A whole lot. Plus Kyo has been sneezing like crazy and it just sprays snot everywhere. It's nasty.

Nasty sneezy kitty.

On the bright side I am only a few stripes away from finishing the blanket of death. It's now as long as a king size bed, but because it's so much longer it looks unproportional and I am going to make it a wee bit wider. But it's almost done. I mean I've only been working on the stupid thing since November 2010... ish. I am not positive when I started working on it. It was sometime during the last few weeks of my Biblical lit class.

Unfortunately I did really bad on all of the tests I took last week. I think after we averaged all the scores and the teacher gave us some points back I might have passed. Maybe. I really need to study more.

I got a text this morning talking about Lethal Weapon. I have all the movies but I've never actually finished the first one. I would put the movie in while me and Tay were doing homework, sort of as background noise, but both of use would be so distracted we never watched more than the first 20 mins. Well we did this about five different times. It was rather amusing, now whenever someone talks about Lethal Weapon it makes me smile.

He's got crazy eyes. And a gun. Pow! You're dead.

Why I am going to die tonight.

Shooting at night? As in, in the dark? Are you entirely sure this is a good idea?

Me either.

Test week

I have three tests this week and the only reason I didn't have five is because last Thursday I had a test in my Intro class... this royally blows. I don't know if my teachers are meeting under the not-clock tower to decide the students fates. But it sure feels like it.

Also. How did I not already know most of the amendments, still don't really. I basically just know 1-8 and 14. Which I would expound upon, but I am going to go out on a limb and say most people already know them... except me.

Um... I had a super interesting blog idea, but I forgot what it was. So make do with this picture instead.

Isn't she just the cutest? And she is surrounded by cupcakes!

How I almost sabotaged my own graduation

So basically, business as usual.

The reason I say sabotaged is because I literally finished everything, everything, the day the grades were due. As in hours before I would have had to wait until December to graduate. I only did that because I thought boss-man had e-mailed my advisor all the information she needed from him... he had. But she hadn't gotten it.

I freaked. Hard core.

I thought all the stuff had to be in the last day of August, the 31st... but nooooo. Everything was due on the 30th. Meaning I lost an entire 24 hour period with which to procrastinate. This almost caused me to graduate a semester late. But I didn't *evil grin*

Instead I finished up an entire semesters worth of homework in a few hours. Made several frantic calls to my advisor and boss-man, which ended up with me getting my degree and happily annoying my family with the sheer jubilance of my presence.

Check this out.

That is my online portfolio, which I first started putting together less than 24 hours before I turned it in. I think it is rather fantastic, seeing as I had no idea how the program worked. Still don't really. I have successfully created a website using Google, and I don't even know how I did it.

The biggest deterrent to my online portfolio was finding the correct venue in which to create it. There are several online platforms that can be used to build a beautiful portfolio, however I couldn't find a single one that wasn't designed to support art/design/photography/illustrator/etc. as opposed to writing. This was rather infuriating. Especially when I had less than two days in which to build, polish and send the blasted thing to the ultimate authority (teacher).

So instead of having a simple platform designed to showcase my fabulousness, I had to create it myself. I also need to figure out how to create my own background... I am currently using one built by someone else. Someone with fabulous taste in colors and plant life, if I do say so myself. I do.

Mhm. Yes.

So I successfully pulled my last stunt as an undergrad student. I feel all melancholy now. I mean I am classes now (awesome classes) but they are technically only the forefront of my adventure into the world of over-educated-num-chucks. Wow. My subconscious must be really excited about this.

But next week I get to start by shooting this.

So it isn't all bad.

Stick 'em up!

Mkay... I was going dive into a rather detailed explanation about my latest class, but ... this new blogger setup is weird. I think Google is just trying redo everything. But that's okay, cuz they're awesome. 

Anyway.

What was I going to say? Hmm. That's right.

I am taking a firearms class. As in, bang you're dead. The online course guide thingy said that I would spend the first eight weeks going over gun laws and correct handling procedures and the last eight weeks on the shooting range practicing. I just found out that this is not the case. Starting next week I will be expected to shoot an actual gun... Me. With a gun. A real gun. That has ammo.

I am in the process of having a small mental breakdown. I have never even touched a gun (not including airsoft guns and paintball guns) before in my life. And in exactly seven days I am supposed to be able to shoot one without causing undo bodily harm to myself and my classmates. Apparently my teacher is expecting a miracle.

Of course the only people allowed to take the class are criminal justice majors. So maybe he just expects us all to want to shoot a gun. Quite honestly I do not want to ever touch a gun, but if I am going to be working anywhere in the criminal justice system I will need to be proficient.

Crossed Fingers

By tomorrow I will know if I have finally graduated! Mwahahahahahaha. I can't even begin to explain how wonky I feel right now. Emotions are flying all over the place, it's like giving a child a xylophone. A bright shiny rainbow colored one.



Life has been surprisingly similar to the Superman ride at sixflags magic mountain, in California.



College was the standing in line waiting for the actual ride, I didn't really go anywhere but it was mildly amusing if my friends where with me. Then graduation is getting in the cart, and before I even realized what was happening I had sped up to mach 5 and was flying up what felt like a super short track. Only to stop abruptly before getting to the prize. (for this example, it would be the superman statue at the end of the track.) Then, in less than six seconds, the entire trip is over and I am left standing at the exit with an entire theme park to play in.

And I have no idea where I want to go first.

The part no one talks about...

Yes. I am talking about the after college breakdowns. The moments at night when I fly out of bed sure there is some assignment due tomorrow that I haven't finished yet. The ever oppressive feeling of things not accomplished, that goes hand-in-hand with the ball of dread located somewhere close enough to my stomach to make eating difficult. The eye twitches followed by caffeine withdrawal symptoms. Most note-ably shaky hands.

The agitation that comes while I am compiling a mental list of tasks and I realize I have done everything I need to do. Not only that but I have done several things I didn't ever need to do.

I hate waiting. I just want the stupid monster to jump out of the closet so I can beat it with my war hammer and go back to sleep.

I could never be a spy. Half (or more) of that job is waiting. It would kill me within the first mission.

Anyway.

Something super funny, mildly awkward, happened to me today while at Starbucks (I, alas, was not drinking coffee... like I said earlier I am trying to stop my insane caffeine consumption). I was writing a letter to a friend, minding my own business, when this guy sits right down at the table next to me. I was sitting on a long bench with three small tables, it was divided up to be individual but close enough that a group could sit and discus stuff. I was surprised because he could have sat one more down and left empty table between us. Then, and this is the kicker, he leans over taps my shoulder (I was listening to my mp3 player) and offers me a cup of cherries.

I am not joking. I was offered a cup of cherries by a strange man at Starbucks.

I didn't even know what to say. I just politely refused and went back to writing my letter. Honestly, who even does that?

Best of College

From 2007 until 2010. The best moments in pictures. Unfortunately I do not have pictures of some of the most epic moments. Or at least those pictures are not exactly internet appropriate. Yes, you know which pictures I am talking about.

These pictures are not in order. I am way to lazy to do that. I thought about captioning them all ... but that would take more energy than I want to put into this post.

Enjoy the snapshots from my college life.



























































































































Yes... There are way more pictures. This was about half of them. I decided that I will just post them tomorrow.