Rant!

It is time for a rant.

Although, what to rant, I am unsure of. I feel the need to just take a topic and tear it to pieces and yet I have no idea of one thing that is offensive to me at the moment. Its just that kind of time.

One is that growing up sucks. A lot. I mean this whole self-discovery crap is a pain in the butt, one minute I'm happy in the little section of life I've chosen and then suddenly, or more I guess slowly...the little undecided monster creeps up and plants these tiny questions that start gnawing at how I feel about what I'm doing and then they  become billboards screaming take the next exit. It's just like BLAMMO what the heck am I doing? And the ever annoying why? Why am I in this major, why am I here, why do I like this?

I have more. Math professors need to teach, not throw Oreo cookies at their students. Libraries should have their plays in some sort of close vicinity to each other, not spread out...I'm sure there is a reason for this but I don't care; Mr. logical-reason-for-spreading-out-plays, you suck. Wind, you need to get a grip when it's cold outside, again I'm sure there is a scientific reason but its very annoying and makes the cold colder, so stop.

One day I will post something again that isn't complaining. It will happen. I swear...just not today.

On the topic of conversation

To me talking is like getting into a pool of jello. 

Sometimes you say "hi" and thats about it...its like you go to the edge of the jello pool look in think to yourself "hah! Like I'm stepping in that!" and then you walk away not letting on your fear.

Then you have the conversation thats a little more extensive, feeling like your trying to slowly walk across the top of the jello to the other side. You'll step, test it, find it stable, and then move on until you reach the goal and then quickly run away until you want to test your luck again.

Then there's the ones where you slowly walk across the jello top and suddenly there's a pitfall and your up to your eyeballs in jello and you have to eat your way out...you do this because your so scrambled now that you don't realize the ladder is right there, within reach, and if you just stop it you can get out before your in too deep. Instead you try to fix it, try to talk yourself out of the giant jello pit, you keep going and going and eventually your left in an empty jello pool with a sick feeling in your stomach because you ate too much and also feeling kind of dumb because now, after all that, NOW you see the ladder (which is also now out of reach, you missed your chance, your not that tall). And now both the conversation and your love of jello are dead.

Since I've been home

I was hoping by now there would be some pictures but I am slacking. BUT in spite of this it has already been an adventure!

I came home yesterday, the lovely 5 hour drive was only made better by the fantastic cold I have keeping me one slow blink away from sleeping as I drive home. By the sheer magic of diet coke and twizzlers I successfully made it here.

After dinner I went on a walk with my mom and we run into the neighborhood crazy woman (who always insists on bringing us food and apparently she has our license plates memorized...) and some random girl who was locked out of her house. Mom was nice enough to invite her back to our house to use our phone. Once inside my mom went off into her own little world texting while my grandparents and I sat here staring at each other and watching Jeopardy as she called half the world trying to find her parents. I'm still wondering if I am the only one who thought it was incredibly weird.

After an awkward 20 minutes we go to drive her home and we get to her house she doesn't say anything. We drive by and she doesn't even twitch... only a couple houses later she goes "oh, wait. that was it." Turns out someone was home AND her cell phone was in her purse on the porch the whole time. Wow.

A Gas Leak??

Hello, Hello, Hellllllo

Today was...unique. We had a gas leak on campus and as I was sitting here enjoying the wondrous invention that is Netflix I received a text from our schools alert system that read along the lines of "blah, blah, blah, EVACUATE NOW" and I'm serious. It was all capital letters. So, naturally, it was right next to my dorm and although my dorm was not listed it is right across the sidewalk from the 3 buildings that were listed.

I get that we're the outcasts, no one cares about the people in the prison dorm  but seriously. If I can smell it when I stick my head into the hallway, thats too close. If when I get outside my dorm is connected to caution tape, thats too close. So, needless to say, I decided I should probably move to the other side of the campus for a while.

Fortunately though, nothing exciting happened other than the interruption of my Netflixing. My math class that was in the building right next to where it leaked wasn't even cancelled. It was really pretty disappointing in an odd kind of way.

Insanity

So I just made a video for this but I'm just not happy with it. It has been deemed unworthy. So instead I bring you this random old video I made while bored. It's like 3 years old.

Word of advice. If you are the kind of person who is usually on time or early and the person you are meeting is always late: call before you leave your house to go see them. Otherwise, if you forget (like I did) you may just end up waiting in their driveway in your car for a half hour. Thats when the insanity sets in...

Don't be like me. Call ahead.

Things I "Love"

Helllllo all. This is probably one of my most random posts but hey. Why not?

and yes...i was on skype while filming it...with the ENEMY!

(cough cough my lovely competitor who is such a wonderful person)