My poor dad. My mom and I for some reason really like to gossip at like 3:30 in the morning because I'm usually still up and my mom usually has woken up and can't go back to sleep for some reason. And so I stand there in my mom's room whispering to her and she gets all giggly and then the cat starts playing with somebody's feet or a newspaper or something and then my dad wakes up, gives us a repremanding look, and attempts to go back to sleep. Poor dad.

Yeah, so also, I went to Matt's tonight at like midnight to watch movies and ended up steering the Weltcheck's car. It's a good thing I've only met Mrs. Weltcheck like three times. Their car died in the Baer's driveway and since I was the lightest they picked me to steer while they pushed it to the side of the road because it was blocking about four other cars in. So I had to try and parallel park (which I already suck at) a car that wouldn't start belonging to a person whose first name I don't even know. Fun! But it all worked out and I didn't smash the car into a tree...or worse...a person. Although it made me extremely thankful for power steering. Hooray for my lovely Saturn which was so much fun to drive after that experience. And by my I mean my parents.

Why is the casino age 21? That's stupid. It should be 18 so I can go to Atlantic City with my dad next year. Boo.

Apparently, I lost weight and now everyone's yelling at me about it. I didn't do it on purpose people. And then I complain about being the poor little skinny girl, but I shouldn't because I'm very lucky to be skinny. But I wish people wouldn't just assume that I don't get made fun of. I used to get made fun of all the freakin' time in middle school. But then I gained weight so that I actually kind of resembled a human being instead of a skeleton and that mostly stopped. But now everyone's yelling at me about eating. I was sick people, rar. I'm eating lots now that I'm at home. I just have to figure out a way to have lots of food to eat in college. It's just 'cause I don't just eat stuff simply because it's there. I eat when I'm hungry. Usually. Unless I don't have any food. Or money. Or I'm lazy.

Anyway. It's 4 in the morning. I think I should shut up now. Whee!

K, so you know how on a sitcom sometimes a really popular character will leave the show to...I dunno...try movies or raise chewawas or something...and then they'll come back for a special guest stint or something?

Like if Matthew Perry were to leave Friends and then came back just for the Thanksgiving episode...and then he'd walk in the door and the whole audience would go "WOOOOOO!!!!" and scream and be so happy to see him and everyone would hug and smile and go "Oh, how fantastic you look!"....


Yeah.

That's what coming home from college feels like. And it's pretty damn cool.

Did I mention that while I was gone the cat peed on my dad?

Yeah, he's just not gettin' over that....

Yeah, so I was on my way back from Ohio and I got dropped off at the airport. I took most of my clothes home because..well..those are the clothes I wear year round so I didn't have anything else at home to wear. Plus some stuff I never wear and am taking back home to save space at my dorm. But anyway, I have like three huge bags of stuff, plus a small purse and a big purse.

But the bitchy check in lady gave me an attitude and was like "No, you can't check three bags, if you want to check the third one you have to pay $80."
Um..no. So I go, and trust me, I did get an attitude with this chick...seriously, I bet she was from Jersey, bad dye job and popping gum, I swear..."Well what am I supposed to do then? I don't have $80!"
So I check the two biggest bags (she harrased me about that, too, saying the might be too heavy and then I'd have to pay a fee...ha, she was wrong...stupid ho) and am ready to go off with my duffel bag (huge ass thing that's a pain in the ass to carry), my big purse, my small purse, and my laptop. But the bitch starts at me again!
"You can't have that many carry-ons, they won't let you through security."
WTF lady?! You just said I couldn check them, what am I supposed to do with them now?! Hide them in my bra?!
So I ended up having to shove my purses into my already filled to capacity duffel bag. Luckily things were squishy.

Finally get bitchy bag check lady out of the way and I go through the metal detector. But first I had to take off my shoes, take my laptop out of the case, and put it all through the metal detector. Plus my bottle of water. 'Cause I can hide a bomb in a clear plastic container. But whatever, I'd rather they do that than people get blowed up.
So I get to the other side of the thing and I'm putting my shoes on and realize my bag's not showing up quite as fast as I wanted it to. And the guys at the monitor are staring curiously at the screen. Had they found my secret stash?! Just kidding, I have no secret stash. And that's what you'll tell people. Understood?

So anyway, a minute later this big security dude with gloves on comes over with my bag asking whose it is. I tell him it's mine and he tells me he has to go through it. Argh. I mean, really, I'm glad they do that kinda thing...and I wasn't too frustrated at all. Actually, it was kind of amusing. So the guy is looking through my bag with his little dishwashing gloves or whatever and spilling out random court order type things he has to say to me like "Please don't touch the contents of your bag until I'm done searching," and silly shit like that.

Well, it turns out it wasn't a bomb. It was because crazy bag check lady had made me put my goddamn purse in the stupid bag it was so tightly packed they couldn't see through it. The guy told me he'd just seperate stuff out to make it easier. Stuff being my purses that I didn't want to put in there in the first place. Fuckin' A! Stupid freakin' bag check ho bag! Go get your roots done and leave me alone!

I finally got on the plane and it was really empty. I had a whole row of seats to myself. That was pretty awesome. I tried reading "Sky Mall" magazine which I read every time I'm on a plane because I like to look at the crazy, elaborate, completely unnecessary bullshit they make and try and sell on airplanes. Some of that stuff looks pretty cool, though. So yes, I'm looking through that, but the words are all blurry. That's weird and annoying. The same thing happened with my book before.
Later in the flight I wanted to know what time it was to see how close we were to Jersey and took out my laptop. I tried to look at the time on there but it just looked like a little blur in the corner. Ack! I'm losing my mind! And my vision!

But in reality, my mom and I figured out what was going on. When I went to the health center, they gave me these pills that are like for seasickness and stuff. They worked great, and I was a little nervous about what the plane would do to me since I was so recently sick so I took one before we took off. But it turns out that probably in the medicine is some kind of muscle relaxant..hence my eyes not working. Like when the doctor puts drops in your eyes to relax them so he can see inside your eyeball.

It was highly annoying, but at least there was an explanaition. Although, I think if I did need glasses, I would go for the sexy librarian type of look. Or nerdy chic. Whichever.

Yay, I'm home!

Oh yeah, and on the way down the not-moving escalator at Newark I tripped and nearly fell down the whole damn thing. I just ended up scraping my knee, but it was highly embarassing. And because I was weighed down by so much heavy crap that they wouldn't let me check I had to be like "Um..can someone help me up?" while trying not to completely fall down the rest of the escalator. So humiliating.

Aw, the sky looks so pretty now. I think it's time to go search for the cat. Or harass my parents into waking up. Because I'm 4. Yeah. Don't make fun of me. I swear it's the only child thing. Shhh....

I'm home!!

Okay, so call me a doof, but I really missed my parents. Not in the "Wah! I want my mommy!" way, but in the just missing them way. We've all become much nicer to each other (well, me and my parents, I dunno if they're nicer to each other) since I went to college. It's kinda like instead of their being two adults telling the kid what to do, it's like two actual adults and a sort of adult who can for the most part do what she wants.

So yeah, I missed my parents. Like in the personality sense. Like going and rambling to them for an hour about goofy stuff in my day and making them laugh. That kinda thing. So I think if my parents weren't my parents, we'd still get along pretty well.

I also missed my cat. Aw, she's like 5x's more adorable than the last time I saw her. And for some reason her fur got really soft and pretty. She came and laid down on my lap and I was petting her for awhile until I heard my parents alarm go off. And then I went into their room with cat in hand and said rather cheerfully, "Good morning!" Haha, poor people who have to live with me. That's payback for all the years of "Robin Emily, get up, NOW!"

So yup. I like home so far. Nice people, good food, comfy bed. Although my shampoo did leak onto my teddy bear on the way home. That was completely uncool....ooh...maybe I should go make sure it's not on anything else...meh, I got everything important out of that bag anyway.

Now I must see my girls. I wanna see everyone else, of course, but I NEED my girls. My lovely supportive wonderful girls. We can sit in my kitchen and eat soup and gossip. Sound good? You better say yes, or you'll be asking for it.

Being home is kinda strange. Sometimes I feel like I don't quite belong here...but I don't quite belong at school either. But I definitely feel better being here than there, because I feel loved and wanted and happy. Plus, it's still my home, even if I'm technically supposed to sorta be on my own and stuff. But I will still hog the computer and TiVo shows that my dad can not stand. Woo.

I'm home!

I love my house, I love my parents, I love my cat, and I LOVE how there's lot of food in the house and lots of ways to prepare such food.

AND I don't have to pay for it.

And I can't wait to see people! Whee!

P.S. to Mari: Stomach virus...highly unpretty...

P.P.S. Get the Turkey Song by Adam Sandler. It makes me smile 'cause he sounds all cute and little in it.

P.S.

I'M GOING HOME TOMORROW!!!!!!!!

That' about it. Too bad I have a shit load of stuff to do. And I really hope I'm better by then. Really really hope.

Psha..

I'm watching some corny show on Disney channel and they're talking about Thanksgiving. This big bear thing said "Boy, Squanto was so nice to pilgrims..no wonder they made him a big feast!"

When really, I think they should have said "Boy, Squanto was so nice to the pilgrims...no wonder the pilgrims gave the Native Americans disease invested blankets, forced them out of their homes, and created horrible stereotypes for them that continue to this day!"

But hey, Ohio named their baseball team after them. So they shouldn't be mad at us anymore because we named the Cleaveland Indians in their honor. So PC I can hardly stand it!

Yeah..crazy kids show...::shakes head in disappointment::

Argh. So first I have a stomach bug and we have no food that is stomach bug safe, then I wake up coughing and gasping because the back of my throat is itching like crazy and I can't make it stop! I'm afraid to take benedryl 'cause I don't know what kind of effect it would have on the meds they gave me at student health.

I think I'll try going to sleep again. I'm offically going home tomorrow!! Oh, I really wich I could be lying on my couch with some hot tea and a good magazine or book. Oh wait, I have a good book.

Off I go....

Yeah, finals week is a good time to get sick. Especially at 4 in the morning when the health center's not open so you just have to sit and suffer.

And when I finally got there? Well...just guess where they had to give me a shot...

But yeah, they gave me this delightful medicine to make me feel better. It also made me crazy sleepy, so I slept the day away and that was all good with me. Except I have so much stuff to do. Argh.

Fuckin' Mari and her fuckin' good grades.

Just kidding, hon, I love you! I'm so proud of you!

Time to eat animal crackers. I really wish we had some saltines or something around here. Rar.

Do you know what I did last night?!?!?

I went to bed when it was still night time!!! It was still dark out, and I fell asleep!!!!

Okay, it was a bit of a struggle at first, but I fell asleep for about two hours before being woken up by my roommate coming in and messing around. But I actually made myself fall asleep again! Yay!!!

I like being able to wake up before they stop showing soap operas. It makes me feel less lazy.

Heh, not saying I might not go back to sleep, though. Just saying it was nice to not be awake for sunrise.

:-D

Dan Lange, you little fuck.....

I've done it before, I'll do it again....

Confessions of a Typical Brunette

Little known facts about me....

When I was little and lived in NY, I would ride the bus a lot, and everytime I rode it I would stare at everyone's shoes.

Speaking of buses, when I was little I was on the bus with my friend Matthew and his babysitter who was pregnant. I was afraid to be on the bus with her because I thought she'd have the baby right there and then and it'd be gross.

I used to be obsessed with people having babies. I thought it was the most interesting thing, but the thought of actually having one myself terrified the bejesus out of me.

When I was little I'd often say things you shouldn't say extremely loudly. Like on the bus with my babysitter I once said loudly, "You're not old! You're only 50!" and at one point I was waiting on the long line in Central Park to get into Shakespeare in the Park with my parents and I yelled "Mom, I don't have to go to the bathroom now!"

When I'm bored I often go to IMDB and look up trivia on any movie or person I can think of. And you think Mike knows lots of mindless shit.

I secretly have always wanted Ron and Hermione from Harry Potter to get together. Because I am a sick twisted person who looks for love stories in children's books.

I really did used to be blonde, I swear. I have the pictures to prove it and my mom saved my hair from my first haircut and everything.

I used to eat Golden Grahams cereal every single morning for breakfast, peanut butter sandwiches nearly every afternoon for lunch, and Shells and Cheese nearly every night for dinner. I'd get mad when my mom tried to make me eat other stuff.

I was the most disgusting little goody two shoes for most of my childhood. Really, it's sickening. I'd never do anything bad at all and I was always worried about getting in trouble. You think I have a stick up my ass now? You shoulda seen back then! Jeez....

There have been times throughout my first few months at college that I have gone days without showering because I was simply too lazy and I didn't look or smell dirty enough to care yet. Don't worry, this isn't gonna happen when I'm at home and the shower is much easier to get to (and not to mention when I don't have to go through a whole ordeal of putting on a bathrobe and flipflops just to get to it).

I very often incorporate chocolate into my breakfast and have done this for years, but I absolutely refuse to make it part of my lunch or dinner (other than as dessert). I can't tell you how many mornings I've grabbed some eggo waffles and threw a ridiculous amount of chocolate chips onto them in the morning for breakfast. That answers the question of why there's always so many chocolate chips in my house and the container always randomly ends up in the living room (that's where I eat breakfast and therefore prepare my waffles).

I can't have sweets as a meal or before a meal. IE Ice cream for lunch. This is because of a day when I was little where I accidently only ate chocolate all day. There was an ick factor later which I'd rather not ever repeat.

I was once at my friends house in middle school and had two slices of pizza (more than usual for me). I really had to use the bathroom afterwards, but I was afraid to because I was afraid my friends would think I was bulemic. This was during a time in my life where I was made fun of constantly about my weight...not being too big, but being so damn small. I was scrawny back then, much moreso than now. At least now you can't see ALL of my bones at all times.

My grandmother once told me that when a cat takes a bath it means it's going to rain. So one day it was raining really hard and that was supposed to be the day of my first tee-ball game. I really wanted to go out and play and I saw my cat on the sofa taking a bath, so I tried to get her to stop because I thought that might make the rain stop.

I once decided I wanted to make potpouri at my friends house, but she told me that her mother had called the police and asked them if that was okay and they said it was illegal to make in your house and I had to stop. What a bitch.

In 4th grade I used to put my hair into braids and night so it'd be "wavy" the next day. Lots of girls in my class did that. We all probably looked like such huge morons who didn't know how to brush their hair.

When I was little my hair was really really long and would get knotted easily. Once it got knotted so badly before school and took so long to get out that my mother took me to cut a bunch of it off that day afterschool.

That's all for now. This is so long. I'm so bored. I really need a shower. Bye.

OOOH!!! I FORGOT TO WRITE ABOUT THIS!!!

Okay, so last night it was like 3:45 in the morning and I was sitting her foolin' around on my computer. My roommate had just fallen asleep and I was glad 'cause she had a truly shitty day.

So anyway, I'm just sitting around and suddenly I hear this shrieking scream from outside. At first I don't think much of it because it was a Friday night and loud yelling is not so unusual around here late at night. Especially on weekends. But then I hear it again and I realize it didn't really sound like the usual yelling and it made me worry. It could have been someone yelling for help, and it sounded like a woman. So a woman shreiking loud enough I could hear her in my room with all my windows closed and the TV on late late at night. That made me worry even more. I was afraid someone was being raped or something.

So I actually got off my ass and after a minutes debate about whether or not I should, I called the university police. I told them I wasn't sure, but I'd heard screaming outside my dorm and was afraid someone was in trouble and thought it'd be best to call just in case. The woman on the phone was okay about it, just asked me if I was sure of what I heard and was the person actually screaming help (I had told her that it sounded like they could have been screaming for help, but I wasn't sure) and she said she had a cop around there who'd go check it out.

I feel pretty good about calling the cops. I mean, better I call them and have it be nothing than not call them and have someone get raped or hurt or worse. I'm sure they definitely prefer that. I hope I did the right thing. I just wish I could find out if anything happened. I'm also not sure I gave them the right directions to where I thought I heard the screaming coming from. Hmm :-\. Like I said. I hope I did the right thing, and if someone needed it, I hope I helped.

That's about all to that story.

And now a question....Winnie the Pooh. Pooh's a weird name. But then I was told that his name is Winnie and he's THE Pooh. But...I thought he was a bear. And what's a Pooh? What the hell? Somebody, please explain! I promise, it will not effect my love of Winnie the Pooh.

G'night now......I think.

(The first part's meh, so you can skip it, just me being me.)

I'm really not good at ignoring my emotions. Or not acting on them.

So when I get upset, instead of taking it out on people or annoying the hell out of them, I try and write it in here.

So right now I don't feel good and that makes me miss..people. And that makes me scared I'm screwed when it concerns...people.

And I just want to make things right again with...people.

And I get so scared that I can't.

So....yeah....

But otherwise, I'm good. Woohoo.

Played online pictionary last night 'cause I'm a dork. But it's so much fun, seriously. Anyway, I mentioned something about being in Ohio on there. Then this guy asks "Where in Ohio?" and I just answer with "Somewhere in Ohio" 'cause I'm not gonna tell random people who play pictionary at 5 in the morning where I am. But then the guy tells me where he is and it's the same town I'm in! Which means he goes to my school! So I immedeatly go "!!!!!!", because again, I'm a big nerd. Turns out he's 25, though. So not really someone I'm gonna make friends with. I don't think he really wanted to make friends with me, either, but it was pretty cool.

My hair got all long. Well not really long, but a lot longer than it was before. You can tell just how much longer 'cause my roots are showing through my highlights quite a lot ;-). Glad it's just highlights so you can't really notice. I think I'm gonna try and grow it longer, as much as I liked it short. I just wanna see what it looks like. I've never not had bangs before. Oh, the madness.

I'm finally starting to sorta have a good time here. So that's pretty cool. Although it could be because I know there's an end in sight? Or maybe because I'm more friendly with my roommate and neighbor and people in my classes now.

I reaaaallly want to see Finding Nemo!!!! For like the third time. Hehe.

Oh yes, and Pirates of the Carribbean comes out December 5th on DVD, I believe. And they're making a sequal. So...WHOO!!

And I saw a trailer online for the new Harry Potter movie...it actually looks like ten times better than the other ones 'cause there's a new director and it looks darker. Ooooh, fun.

5:11. Oooh, it's late. Or early. Whatever.

Mmm...this thing on TV reminded me of my Grandpa. Once he was watching me for the day and we went on a boat ride around Manhattan and I think it was later that day, or maybe it was another day, but we went to go see the end of my cousin's play at camp and it was pouring out and we couldn't figure out how to get in. I miss him. But it was a memory that made me smile, so it's okay.

Speaking of which, like I've already told a buncha people, my Grandma's going to be on Everybody Loves Raymond. And it seems like she's gonna have a pretty good part, too. How awesome is that?! She starts filming on Monday, but I don't know when the show will air. I'll let people know. I'm so proud of her.

So if I said that maybe this summer I wanted to go to California for a week or two and just audition for things on a whim, what would you say? I've got quite awhile to figure that one out, though.

K, I think I don't have all that much left to say. I should go and try to feel better now. I miss you guys, oh so much. I love you all. :-D

Well, that was quite an...angry...post last night....Sorry.

I dunno if I should keep it up there. But I guess I will. It's what I feel sometimes. Not all the time. And it's not all correct. But it was how I was feeling, so I guess I'll keep it up there.

In other, happier news, I went out dancing tonight and didn't get back till nearly 2. It was sooooooooooooooooo much fun. I think my dancing's improving now that I stopped really caring if people are watching me. At least, I HOPE my dancing's improved. Although wearing my long sleeved white dress shirt was probably a mistake. It's pretty, but the sleeves were rather bothersome while dancing. Ooooh well.

So yes. Good times.

I've been feeling more myself lately, despite the random bursts of anger or upsetment. But I'm feeling like my old self..pre Ohio. And that's VERY good. VERY VERY good.

And now I have permanent marker on my hands that I'm desperately trying to get off. Yech. Oh well.

I'm also sore all over. But good sore. So it's okay.

Alright, we're going to watch a movie or something...but I might bail 'cause it looks like a highly depressing movie...we shall see. G'night. For now.

Instructions for taking care of your Robin:

I need my cozy home, I need hugs and snuggles, I need real food that you don't mix powdered flavoring into, I need a cat snuggled in my lap, I need good friends to be with. And most of all.

Most of all. I need lots and lots of love. I hope that's not too much to ask....

Answers for people who don't know who they are:

Yes, I did sleep through class. What do you care? Why do you care enough to talk about my attendance record behind my back, but not enough to actually ask me about what's going on in my life? Why are you so fucking rude?

Yes, I do know that's bad, thanks for reminding me. Not like I didn't know that already. Who are you and why the fuck should I care what you say to me?

You're a friend stealer and you're rude and way too into yourself. I don't care. You don't share, you aren't considerate, you're just a jerk so shut up you stupid bitch.

It's not my fucking fault, get over yourself and realize there's other people in this goddamn world. I have enough of my own problems without yours added in.

Yes, college is a hard adjustment. I know that. Maybe because I'M IN FUCKING COLLEGE YOU FUCKING NITWIT. Stop treating me like a goddamn child.

I am not an idiot.

I am not stupid.

I am not five.

I am a smart, strong, woman, and I happen to be doing something REALLY FUCKING HARD and no one seems to notice that and no one seems to give a shit AND I'M STILL STANDING AND I'M STILL DOING FINE. WITHOUT YOUR HELP. Despite my asking. And not receiving. BUT I'M STILL HERE AND I'M NOT GOING AWAY AND I'M NOT GIVING UP AND YOU ARE NOT GOING TO MAKE ME BECAUSE I AM FUCKING STRONGER THAN ANYONE WILL EVER REALIZE AND ANYONE WILL EVER GIVE ME CREDIT FOR. SO STOP TRYING TO BRING ME DOWN BECAUSE I WON'T LET IT WORK. I AM NOT SOMEONE TO BE STEPPED ON AND I AM NOT SOMEONE TO BE WALKED OVER. And it's about time people fucking REALIZED that.

Fuck off.

Okay, so the commercials for Master and Commander? Totally ripping off the music from Pirates of the Carribbean. I do believe we're not the only ones who realized what an awesome soundtrack that is. If they were going to play that in the orchestra here, it might just make me take my violin outta the closet.

Today we shot a commercial as a project for one of my classes. My part was to be in a shower with a towel on my head and was telling people the ingredients of "Silky Shine" which are fruit, mayonaise, and peanut butter. Yum. Hmm..maybe we should have added something about it also being edible? Anyway, it was funny 'cause I was in the shower with the curtain hiding my clothes (I had on a tank top with the straps down) and when I went to take the towel off to show them my beautiful, shiny, smooth hair, the shower curtain fell down a little and tada...fully clothed in the shower. But hey. It could have been worse. It could have been fully naked in the shower. That would have been ungood.

Okay, so have you ever picked up a phrase from someone at a really bad time? Like all of a sudden you start saying something that someone you know says a lot, but to think about them currently makes you sad. So you say the phrase and then you go "Aw, crap." Yeah. Doesn't that suck?

So...what do you want for Christmas/Hannukah/winter solstice?

Let's see...I have some sort of an idea to get Mari..actually, I just had a really awesome packaging idea for what to get Mari...ahaha, I make myself laugh.

Um...for Philippe? I do not know....um...um..um...we'll see on that one...maybe a puffy pirate shirt...but maybe not 'cause I know he'd actually WEAR the puffy pirate shirt and I'd never be able to forgive myself.

Already got Matt's. Inspiration struck and I got it before I forgot my idea.

Linda...Linda..Linda...ummmmmm......bah I dunno....rar

Same with Miles. Unshoppable person. Maybe I'll get him giant hulk punching gloves. Just for the hell of it.

And Mike...probably something Simpsons related...or not...wahaha...now you're all confused!

And Natalie...whooooo I have NO idea!!!

Kait...something pretty...but mean....

And there are other people to get presents for, but these are just the people I happen to be thinking of at the moment...

Mmm, I miss driving to the mall.

I'm off to go pester people. Buh bye for now, darlings.

Mm....

Life is a messy business.

But on it goes.

Yeah...so..I just saw this kid on Leno who could suck a noodle up his nose and pull out his mouth...or sometimes the other side of his nose.

Gross, no?

But here's the weird thing...

Now I find myself kinda wanting some cup of noodles. Real bad.

How nasty is that?

Last night there was a knock on my door and it was this girl from my class seeing if I wanted to go hang out with them downstairs. So I went and played Cranium with them. It was awesome! Lots of fun. Plus we won. And it was cool people. Apparently I'm really good at pictionary type drawing...and drawing with my eyes closed...hehe...

Plus at one point I had to sculpt this thing out of this smelly little clay that came with the game. The word was "splits". So I started to make a little person doing a split...but I did the legs and rather blank undefined body first...so it kinda looked like...well...

Ashley screamed out "Phallis!!"

Ah, Ashley. She is awesome and very funny.

So we did this excersize in one of my classes today. We all stand in a line holding hands. No, it's not a bonding thing. Then the TA started reading this stuff out like "If your ancestors were discriminated against because of race or ethnicity, take one step back" and "If your parents went to college, take one step forward." It was all to put a new perspective on the way privilage works and that kinda thing. At the end, the people farthest front were the most privilaged. It was all guys, really. The girls were scattered behind them. The one black girl in my class was way in the back and I was actually second to last. Pretty much because I'm Jewish. And female, but mostly becasue I'm Jewish. It was weird 'cause I'd never thought I'd be that far behind. I always thought I was pretty privilaged. It was just kinda weird.

But anyway. It was a good day. And I don't have class today so I stayed up talking to people and enjoying my lovely good mood and making a new buddy icon which is totally awesome and you should check out.

And now I think I should probably get some sleep. After I talk to Jon. 'Cause he's fun.

What the fuuuuck?!?!

What the hell..

March 27
Charming
undemanding
very understanding
knows how to make an impression
active fighter for social cause
popular
moody and capricious lover
honest and tolerant partner
precise sense of judgment

And now....?

Now.....?

I'm Angry.

Watch out world. Here she comes...

::bangs head on desk::

To elaborate: You can call me if you're NOT Linda and Mari, too. In fact I would probably greatly appreciate it. But I'm just saying that these two have extra reasoning for maybe wanting to call me. It'd be great. Call me, people. Pleeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeeeeee?

RAWR!!

I will not be that girl who writes sad things on her blog. I refuse, I tell you, I refuse!!

I'm talking to Dan 'cause we both have insomnia...how special...

I also had an ice cream pop at about 5:30 in the morning because I was hungry and there wasn't anything else to eat.

I really should go to the dining hall and get food...think it'd be okay to go in my pajamas? Or is that more of a weekend thing......?

I have bunk beds, now. I've got the bottom bunk and I started putting up all these pictures on the wall next to my bed. Fun fun.

I want sleep. Sleep has abandoned me. Come back, sleep. Come back.

PS. If you're Mari or Linda you could call me. That'd be nice. Especially since you're sickly people and have not much else to do. Oooh, we should somehow do three way calling (Philippe is so sad that I added "calling" on there) and then watch movies and eat junk food together over the phone. Preferably Finding Nemo. That would be so much fun. Maybe when I get back we can do that....Sounds good? Yes, I do believe it does.

Ignore me, I have to be poetic for a minute.

So...crying again.

Not because I'm angry.

Not because I'm sad.

Simply because I miss you.

And I want you back again.

Why is everybody sick? Linda's all droopy and Mari's got pneumonia of some sort...You guys!! Get better!! If I could, I'd go bring you both some soup and sit and watch movies with you. I'm sorry I can't. I <3 you guys!

In other news, we changed my room around so now it's all pretty and you can actually walk around in it. It's so awesome. But I have no place to put my pictures...that's bad....

I wanna see the Matrix, but I'm gonna wait until the weekend since I'll probably be desperate for things to do.

Yo, some girl in my English class said she hates Jersey. But then everyone started yelling at her 'cause I'm from Jersey. Hehe. But I told them it was okay and to leave her alone. But that was kinda uncool, considering I was just saying how I miss home and stuff. Ah well.

Bored bored bored.

And also:

My tummy hurts.

I want to go home.

Alright, so I was reading old entries and got to the first comment Mari ever made on my blog which was like "I read your blog, scary right?" or something and it made me miss Mari sooooo much!!!!!!!!


MARI!!! COME HERE NOW AND BE MY FRIEND AND WE'LL HAVE FUN AND EAT CUP OF NOODLES AND GO SHOPPING AND LAUGH AT OUR MOM'S FOR WATCHING QVC!!!!!!! ::runs after Mari::


Don't be jealous, I'm sure you'll all get your "(insert name here) I MISS YOU!! COME HERE NOW!!" very soon. But you know...Mari's going to have my babies...so...you'll just have to wait....

I miss Rebecca.

Rebecca, come here. Now! Please? Pretty please? I miss you.

I need Rebecca and Linda to come here and be giggly with me.

Pleeeeaaassseee???

I made a friend! Yay! And she's like a real friend who I can actually talk to. It's so great. Okay, so I've only been talking to her for like two days, but she's very cool and lives right next door to me. We both feel kinda outcasty around here and not too big on the party scene and I think we're both really glad to find someone else to talk to about it. So yay for actual friends!!!

I also found out that the people in my mod (common room) are actually pretty nice and friendly if you go out and sit with them. Or at least they were last night...although, they could have been drunk...but whatever, it was great.

I was all sleepy and trying to go to bed, but then I start thinking about things...happy things...people I love and what I want to do when I get home and stuff like that...and can't STOP thinking about them...then for some reason I started thinking about It's A Wrap and now I REALLY want a wrap and there's no way I'm going to be able to sleep now 'cause I can't stop thinking and desperately wanting a wrap.

Mmm..wrap...hungry!

I think I have a bagel addiction..there's nothing else to eat around here..sigh...now I want a bagel...grar...

I had a dream that I was taking the SAT's at the same time as my mother and we got the same score. But it wasn't a normal SAT score, it was just like a two number score.

And then my grandmother worked in the library at CHS, but there was also a stable that she owned and I got two horses and they were the sweetest horses ever and I loved them and they were so much fun. Aw, I wish they were in real life.

And Mr. Campbell was there..or Mr. Cohen...or both...we were doing some weird science experiment...but in the back of the library.

Oh yeah, and I think it was Mr. Reyes who was in charge of the SAT's...and he graded mine or something...

It was a very weird dream.

But I want my horses. Aw.

LOOK WHAT I DID!!!

Good Karma

So I had this extra blog hanging around that I was thinking of using, but decided not to, 'cause...meh.

So I changed the url (which is www.goodkarmaonline.blogspot.com by the way) and made a new site.

I decided I'm gonna post lots links to websites that help people in some way. I can't sleep. I'm going through a rough time. I figure, helping people at least makes me feel like I did something good with my day. Even if it's just clicking a link.

Please check it out, guys. It's not just do-gooder links. It's also some random silly stuff, since making people smile is good karma, too.

Puhleeeeeaaaassseee???

I'll love you lots.

I'd also love you lots if you..ya know...linked it on your site? Wouldn't that be nice of you? Oh pretty please?

And if anyone wants to help me with it (and trust me, it ain't that much work), that'd be cool, too. Just lemme know.

Check out the new link in the links section (right above exploding dog). Be a good person. Click to help people. It'll makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, I swear. All you gotta do is click the little pink button on the page and you're officially an awesome person for the day. And Robin will love you. So do it.

Purdy please?

My head hurts and my eyes feel swollen.

I'm not hungover. I'm just nocturnal.

Sigh.

Boo to stress. I want to go hoooooome.

P.S. If your name is Philippe or Linda - I love you. Thank you for being you. I needed my best friend time so badly and thank you so much for giving it to me.