Beds, Paper clips, Toilet paper and Sticky notes.

     Okay, so not you typical post, Last night (Friday) was probably the best Friday  night I've had in a really long time.
     So my roommate went home for the weekend, leaving me and my other two suite-mates alone. We were sitting around being lazy, just chatting and I can't remember how it came up but I had said something about raising my roommate's [the one who left] bed up. -back story; she is 5 foot tall and already has trouble getting onto the other (tall) girls beds.-
     So as I said this we just looked at each other for a moment, and then ran into my room. We took the mattress off the bed, and it took us almost 45 minutes to take this bed apart and get it back together on the highest notch. The three of us are a bit klutzy, and I wound up smashing my knuckle, which is now purple by the way. But we eventually got the bed up, and THEN we put it on the risers she had stored in her closet. So now the bed is so high it is difficult for me [5'6"] to get on it.
    So after that whole adventure, we were walking out of my room and my one roommate said "Why the hell does she have so many paperclips?" picking up her huge box of paper clips. So naturally we chained them all together, and draped them around the room with cheetah duct tape. And as we were in that process, someone said "I wish we had extra toilet paper...so we could teepee the room", and of course I did have extra. So we teepeed the paper clip chain, and from one wall to the other all over the ceiling.
     We finished that, with a few good laughs. We then back into their room, to make a sign 'Love and then all of our names' but instead one of them grabbed three packets of sticky notes and threw one to each of us. We then proceeded to write horrible names, and draw some graphic things, and names of people she regretted doing things with all over the sticky notes. We then hung them all over the walls, toilet paper, in her books, in her closet, on her food in the fridge, on the mirror. And finally a poster that says "Are you mad bro" on the wall that she would see as she turns around from the middle of the room. [I have even posted some beautiful pictures for you!]
     So all in all I deem it to be a pretty successful night.
 Allons-y
-M

Class, Travel, Hayrides, and Fan-Fictions.

     Okay well I only have an hour before my first and only class today...and I REALLY don't want to go. I sit there, take the occasional note from the lecture and doodle little TARDIS secnes on my margins. [geek remember?] I would love to skip this oh so boring class, but I can't because that little voice [that sounds an awful lot like my mother's] voice in my head would be yelling at me for the rest of the weekend. So I have to go to Psych. Bleh.
     So my roommate just left for the weekend. She is going home until Sunday, to surprise her best friend. Again I am jealous, do to the fact that I don't have any friends at home let a lone my best friend(s). Although I am NOT jealous that she has to drive a good three hours alone to get there at a certain time. Ha. Nope I am going home tomorrow morning, when my father comes to pick me up! Muahaha. I actually love driving in the car with my father. He is so much fun. Same as my mother, but it's nice with just one of them, and yes without my sister. She is sweet, when she feels like it, but most of the time shes a demon to me, and she wonders why I wanted to move out? As horrible as this is, I miss my dogs more than I miss my little sister. But she brought that upon herself. -Anyway, travel. Some people hate long drives, but I actually love them. Especially when I am going home from- really anywhere, I never actually want the ride to end, and I'm not entirely sure why. But when it comes to flying, you will find me in my seat, headphones on, and crying until I can get off the damn thing. I'm a terrible flyer.
     There are two reasons I am going home. Actually only one. Saturday is my mother's birthday, and I miss her, so I want to be there. There is also a hayride/hotdog roast that night, but it just happened to be on her birthday. So hayride back story? Okay; So my sister went with my father to a bring you child to work day thing, IN MY NAME, because I was signed up but couldn't go because of school. So she went wearing my name tag, and then at the very end, they called MY name as the door prize winner...a hayride for you and 20 of your friends, including hotdogs, smores, and a campfire at the end of the ride...bitch is so damn lucky. I've never won anything in my damn life. Well technically I did, since it was MY name. So in conclusion; hayride.
     And Fan-fictions; For the past week or so I have been writing my own fan-fiction [yes it's harry potter, moving on]. And then a friend of mine whom I've been co-writing a fan fiction with since our sophomore year of high school was online. So we started talking and decided to keep going with the 100+ page story, that is no where near done. So for the past two days I have been writing in my parts after her's and I have actually been having more fun than I could honestly have at a party. Just last night, it was thirsty Thursday, and my roommates were all in the other room boozing it up, and I was writing a collaborative harry potter fan-fiction, while on skype with the other writer...and I am 100% sure I was having more fun then them.
     Yes I have my priorities straight. Thank you.

Allons-y
-M

Stress, Rain, Coffee, and Illness.

Hello again,
Yes this is my second post today, I generally feel better once I finish a post, so here goes nothing.
     Stress; I am doing shitty in my classes. Like worse than senior 'I don't care I'm a senior' year bad. I have taken a total of three tests. In Psych 100, Bio 110, and Math 21. Psych I got a D, Math I actually failed, big fat F, and I took my Bio test today and now I'm horrified. I wish that the teachers went over things more than once before the tests...we have other classes you know. I know I know 'you're in college now blah blah blah' but seriously? I JUST got out of sissy high school, they went over one topic for a week, we were allowed calculators- in fact they were pissed when you forgot your calculator, and well no I actually did just as shitty in psych in high school...
This is not the transition I thought freshman year was going to be like. I'm eating too much, so much I'm pretty sure I've already gained my freshman 15, my classes are already below average, and this boy likes me to the point where it's awkward because I don't like him. I am running low on money, and need to find a job for next semester, if I want to survive anywhere but on campus...
GAH. I'm really beginning to HATE college.
     Rain; Yes, it rains in central PA. You should have realized that before moving here for college. The fall consists of rain, rain, rain, and slugs. [still not over that] Welcome to Penn State. So when it does rain, don't scream when the water hits you, and for the love of everything good in this world don't run like an asshole. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO MELT. You are not sugar, you can walk. And don't stare at me when I'm just walking normally, you are the idiot in this situation. 
     So, since its raining out, and I feel miserable because I'm stupid, and I already ate my dinner [ate my feelings...that still aren't gone] I made myself some coffee. I'm actually really excited. My room is beginning to smell like it as I type this...[gets up, pours out cup of coffee, adds ton of stuff, takes sip, pauses, walks back over to computer...] Okay anyway, as I was saying...mmmmm coffee. I added a ton of creamer to make it sweet cause I still feel crummy. I normally only take mine with milk, but milk and dorm rooms don't get along too well...so anyway coffee=go.to.feel.good.drug.
[side note; my room also now smells like Chinese food since my roommate is eating leftovers...make of that as you will]
     and finally I guess Illness...there is a lot of it going around. And no i don't mean there is a cold going around campus. I'm talking terminal slash maybe terminal illnesses. A dear friend of mine is in the process of loosing her favorite grandmother to a long term battle with cancer, and another friend's boyfriend is sick with something I can't say let alone spell out.
     I am honestly not sure how to feel about these...the grandmother issue is heartbreaking, because she is a wonderful woman, and has loved her entire life. I lost my best friend/grandfather when I was six. I know how it feels to be without someone like that, but I don't remember how it felt when I realized he wasn't there anymore, let alone knowing that she is going to die...in a matter of weeks. I don't know how to help her, she is so far away, and has had so much shit in her life, and now her grandma is dying. It's sad, and I'll grieve for her,  and I can really only listen to what she has to vent about.
     On the other hand, the boyfriend(?)...I really don't know how to feel about that. He is a douche to her. He treats her like shit, and they are ALWAYS fighting. He even told her 'go fuck yourself, you stupid bitch, I can replace you in a minute' once. Over the phone. BIG MAN...that was the point where I wanted him out of her life. The only problem? She is convinced that she loves him, and they are planning on getting married after she finishes college.
     Shoot me now. I don't think I have ever wished anyone dead...(whom I knew personally anyway) and I don't wish [let's call him Joe] Joe dead. Never dead, just away from my friend so he can't hurt her anymore. I want him gone, so she can find someone who actually loves her, and who can give her the love and life she deserves. But now she is telling me that he is sick, which I knew, but apparently his mother said that if they don't find a cure, he won't live past 40...I honestly have no comment.
     I wish she could break up with him and not look like the ass for dumping a dying kid...but really? He is a prick, and he treats her like scum, but he's sick so she feels bad for him. I say Karma is a bitch. as Horrible as that is, and how much of a bad person that makes me, I'm pretty sure it's true.
     If this is true, and they don't find a cure, and they DO get married, she will be a widow at 40.Her situation is so similar to my aunt's current divorce that it scares me even more. She married a guy who I called my uncle for a good 16 years. And he treated her like dirt for the majority of that time. They always fought, and he wasn't great to the kids, and he was drunk and miserable to be around half the time. And yet she stayed with him for 16 years. He finally left after she had to kick him out, and now she is left with three kids, two in high school and the other in middle school, in a tiny house that she can barely afford because he refuses to pay child support, AND she just got laid off. [I know that didn't have anything to do with her lousy husband but it adds to the story]- anyway, this story scares me to death for fear of my friend. I can see her stuck with kids after they fight to a point where she FINALLY realizes that he is a scumbag and kicks him out...or the alternative he dies and leaves her with nothing but the shitty memories of fights and name calling and 7 kids. So getting back on the original topic, 'Joe' is sick, and I don't really care.
     I know I'm a bad person, someone who cries over slugs and dead frogs but doesn't care when a guy[prick] but still a person is sick...I already told you I have issues.
 Allons-y
-M

Munchies, Libraries, Majors and London.

Hello again,
     So I'm not too sure how to start these, I'm sure I'll figure that out as I go, so for the moment I'm going to jump right into things.
     Munchies; I can't stop eating. I'll eat lunch, and then I'll munch on goldfish for two hours! There has to be something wrong with me. Also I bought fruit today just so I could walk past the guy who I think I like(?). His name is...let's call him Ken, but we'll get to that later. Anyway I didn't even want the fruit, I have issues.
     Now that that is out of the way I can get to what I was 'mulling' over in class. We had a presentation on how to find scholarly sources in the library and online, and I couldn't think of anything but 'Why on Earth would you want to be a librarian...especially the resource one?' Honestly, how boring! Don't get me wrong I love libraries, I could spend hours in a good one...[not the one on campus-I hate this one- because they don't use any type of system!] But why would you want to go to school to learn how to source things for the rest of your life? I guess some people could say the same thing about me-"Why do you even like rocks? You're crazy!" "So you like rocks so you want to teach high school?" I get those a lot. But at least mine is interesting and I'll have human interaction. To each his own I suppose.
     A lot of people I know are freshman as 'undecided'.[see this transition! told you I'm working on it] Where as I declared my major when I applied to school. A friend of mine is undecided but leaning toward medical 'something'. She is going to shadow a veterinarian and see if that would be something she would be interested in. Which it is, she has loved anything and everything to do with animals since we were three. Her biggest 'concern' is having to see the hurt/dying animals. And as you know I cry over slugs, so I can't really say much. But she is strong, and any job has both pros and cons. She would make an amazing vet, she has a huge heart, and is smart when she applies herself.[That and if she does go into it, she will have to transfer to a school closer to me so I guess I'm bias.]
     And finally London; I would really love to go there one day. And that's all I have to say about that.
 Allons-y
-M


also: if you've never listened to Mumford and Sons, you must. Listen to the album 'Sigh No More', and once you know those songs by heart (you'll just want to listen to them that much), listen to the genius new album 'Babel'. His voice is like soul food and sex all at the same time. -Enjoy.

Texas, Slugs, Utah, and Anti-depressants.

     Okay so this is my first time doing this...I have a lot racing through my mind and my dear friend Micaela has inspired me...I can only hope what I write is half as good as hers.
     So let's start with a little about me shall we?:
I am a freshman Penn State University. I live away from home in the dorms, and I've found a decent niche...for now. The girls I am friends with really don't understand me, as if I was the sheltered one. When they don't know difference between 'New York' and 'Manhattan'. Okay. [Deep breath]
     Getting back on track, I'm a geek. As the preferred term. I love Harry Potter, Doctor Who and fan-fictions. I listen to good music* instead of the shit on the radios today...(please feel free to take offense to that). I am also depressed. I have been on medication since my junior year of high school. People don't understand what it really means. I've had too many people tell me that I don't need meds and to just be happy. Sorry, that's kind of the issue for me.
     So back to my title then?
Texas; Where my best friend is.- Like I said earlier, I live on campus. The girls I live with are a bit...shallow(?) We'll see if I can find a better word as we continue.
There is a lot of talk of how many guys they've slept with, and how much they want the iphone 5. But when it gets to the real topics such as 'I can't wait to go home' or 'This is the longest I've ever been away from my best friend...I miss him/her' I get sad. As corny as that sounds that's what it is. The best way for my to describe it is that; let's say you have a backpack full of bricks on your chest,  and when they throw those comments out there let's add fifty more bricks to the bag and let's chuck a good six at your head while we're at it and see how easy it is for you to breathe and sit up straight. It kills me that they don't know how lucky they are. They only live about three hours from their best friends when mine lives in a different time zone. (I have three best friends, but my #1 is whom I am referring too...we'll get to the others another time) I know this sounds like your typical 'awe my best friend moved' teeny bopper sob story of a movie, but in reality it's a lot more than that.
     I don't know if you believe in soul mates, but I do. I believe that we travel through each life with the same 'circle' of souls. They may not be the same people in each life, but you will always have that 'soul' near you one way or the other, not necessarily in a romantic way either-Britt-my Texas friend is one of my soul mates. Judge me of you want, but if you don't understand you haven't found any of your soul mates yet and I'm sorry for you. I found her. And she was literally taken away from me by a series of unfortunate events. [geek].
     Back on topic, -I promise I'll try to get better at this- My roommates don't know how much I envy them. I can't go home and see my best friend over the weekend. Any of them in fact. Which leads me to another topic; Utah. My other best friend, Micaela whom I mentioned earlier as well is in Utah. So Britt and Mici are both in different time zones and  the third best friend-Tara, lives in New Jersey.  I can't see any of them until either Christmas break (if I'm lucky) or Summer (Again if I'm lucky). SO it truly hurts when they say 'they've been away too long'. When I'm the one that cried the first time I skyped Mici, as I left Tara in NJ after my April visit (another story I promise)  and cried myself to sleep all of junior year because Britt left. I have no friends to go home to, and I have no solidly 'we get along swimmingly' friends in college. We'll see how this plays out...
     And finally what you've all been waiting for, Slugs;
I was walking back from the store with two of my roommates and they saw slugs on the ground due to the past rain. They ran inside and grabbed salt, and came back wanted to pour it on them. I protested, but they didn't listen to me. So one proceed to pour a ton of salt on 'Just a little one', and it went everywhere. They then watched as they slugs tried to get away from the salt and wriggled in pain. I saw this and started crying because there was nothing I could do. I can't stand to see anything helpless in pain. [I cry a lot] They sat there laughing as they squirmed and tried to get away from the pain and I felt sick to my stomach. I went into my room and shut the door, and decided to write this boring blog about why I feel sick in the lonely kind of way.
 Allons-y
-M
p.s.-Melvin is what Britt calls me, my real name is Melissa.





*Examples of Good quality music; The Beatles, Mumford and Sons, Kings of Leon, Ernie Halter, Bon Iver, Adele(granted she is on the radio, but it's not her best stuff), etc.