Long Time, No… Meh
So, maybe college is not the best time to begin an internet blog. Or to attempt to live anything resembling one of those lives you see in “college” TV shows (curse you GREEK for making me believe that class was optional!). And Friday nights? Try having a job.
Here’s the conversation I had with a friend celebrating a birthday this weekend:
“So, how’s Saturday for you?”
“Nope, I have work.”
“Friday?”
“Class until three. Then work.”
“SUNDAY?”
“Homework. Then work. During the Superbowl.”
Believe me when I say that PAYING for college is just as hard as ATTNEDING college. TV shows make it seem like the food is the worst thing you have to deal with. I am here to say that I would gladly make a deal involving eating nothing but Top Ramen for a year in order to obtain a decent night’s sleep.
So, to all you high school students out there, dreaming of the glamorous life of partying and fun you will one day experience in college.
Hold on to those awful, acne-ridden, bully-packed years for DEAR FREAKING LIFE!
Forgive Me for Being Deep for a Moment…
After a particularly fun evening of invading an honors classroom and turning it into a bohemian fort den, I have come to an important realization about my friends: there are the girls with whom I can discuss food, boys, movies, and fashion, and the girls with whom I can discuss absolutely everything.
The girls who helped me in my fort endeavor tonight are of the first category.
Don’t get me wrong, I love both sets of my friends. But the latter is of a breed of friend that I don’t think exists too often. They are rare and precious, and I wish that they were with me all the time.
For instance, tonight, my “food/boys/movies” friends and I began reading a few issues of Cosmo. We inevitably came to the sex articles in our respective issues, and began reading them out loud. I immediately began laughing and shaking my head at certain statements due to my - ahem - experiences, and I received a few confused and/or embarrassed looks from these girls.
This would have been the moment when, were I with my “everything” friends, we would all have been chiming in on what we have or had not tried, and how these things worked out for us.
Don’t think that my friends are I are sluts, however, and please don’t see the other girls as prudes. It’s simply that, out of the three girls I was with tonight, two of them are absolutely virgins, one is extremely Catholic, one I don’t believe has ever been kissed, and the one who may possibly not be a virgin is way to reserved to ever spill any details.
My overall point in this post, however, is to encourage you to cherish the opportunities having different forms of friends can bring. Tonight, I learned an important lesson in discression, something which I know many people lack. I had to learn to keep my mouth shut, even to avoid giggling, in instances in which I would usually be very vocal, and I will someday use this to my advantage, I’m sure.
But, most importantly, I learned to never tell a movie theater employee that you once went a bit too far in the back row of an empty auditorium while watching “Arthur Chirstmas.” … They won’t think it’s as funny nor as awesome as you and your boyfriend do.
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I know I share comics from this blog a lot. What can I say? I think that this girl is leading a life parallel to my own.
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Compromising My Integrity.
Last night, I did something for my boyfriend that I never imagined I would ever do. I mean, he pressured me all the time to try it, but I never imagined I would actually give in…
Last night, I…
Played a game of League of Legends. And I think I may have actually liked it. Believe me when I say a shudder of disbelief passed down my spine as I typed that sentence.
It all started over the holidays, when I decided that the perfect present I could give him would be gaming with him. But, apparently, learning how to play LoL is a little more difficult than I would have imagined. However, I successfully won my first ever battle on the tutorial. Not only that, but I “carried” and went 12-8 (twelve kills, eight deaths). This is, apparently, a very decent score for a “noob.”
I also fully believe that learning how to play this game properly should qualify me for a foreign language at my college. when I listen to the boys in this room talk about LoL, I sometimes feel as if I have been air-dropped into a strange land filled with nerdians.
And now, I am becoming one of them. :(
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Playing Taboo:
- Boyfriend: The guy who makes the choo choo sound!
- Me: Conductor!
- Boyfriend: I love you.
- <3 Ah, Applesauce.
While the Boyfriend Plays LoL
I HATE AUSTIN POWERS! The boys aren’t even WATCHING it, and yet I have to suffer!!!!
Welcome to My Mind
So, last night I was illegally drinking tequila and champagne with ten of my friends, two of whom are over 21 and one of whom is my younger sister, when a thought occured to me. The music was playing, and I suddenly hear the words, “every day I’m shuffling.”
And immediately I pictured hamsters driving Kia Sols, because, I mean, what else can you picture anymore? And maybe I can blame the tequila on this, but… I started crying. Because, when I was a child, my sister had a pet hamster name Buddy. And he died while we were on vacation in Florida when I was thirteen and she was eleven.
And we were in Florida to visit Disneyworld.
And I really, really want to go to Disneyworld. Like, seriously, I have a hankering for a hug from Mickey and a kick-ass firework show. And magic. Honestly, is there any other time when, as an adult, you will look up to the sky and believe in magic? Ah! Disney!
I then proceeded to stand up and attempt to “shuffle,” all while crying and screaming, “DISNEYWOOOORLD!” Because I am a very sad and reminiscent drunk.
Kids, don’t drink tequila.
Unless it’s in a margarita. Then you deserve it.
Haha. Hamsters.
