Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Blog. Well, here we are celebrating the last few weeks before the first semester is over! Plus, Thanksgiving break is next week! I am so excited for a break, because I’m going to Florida and I can’t wait to eat actual food! After break are exams! That is so crazy that we are already through first semester, I feel so old. My sister is also turning 21 this weekend, which is scary because we used to make fun of our other sister when she turned 21; we used to call her old. Life goes by way too fast; it needs to stop going so fast. I want to enjoy it, but sometimes I feel like I’m not. Like what have I really done with my life in the past 18 years? I have no idea. I have gone to school and that’s about it. I go to school, work all summer and then do it all over again. I’m going to do the same thing this summer because all my new friends are going back home. What are you supposed to do if all your friends leave, where does that leave me? Does this sound selfish? I don’t know how I did it for the past 5 years of my life. I need to find a group of people that won’t leave me in the end. I never have felt like someone truly likes me for me, I always feel like I’m the odd ball. People change, and I hate that. I used to have great friends and then we all changed into different people and it makes me angry. I used to have the best guy friend that I could have, he was great. Once he got into drugs and alcohol, and I went the other way and we never talked ever again. I want to still be best friends with him, but it’s too late now. I can’t be his friends because I don’t like the person he has turned into.
On another note, I have officially made my Christmas list. It took me forever to write down what I would like. I go through the whole year pointing out things that I would like to have and then when Christmas time comes around I totally forget. But I am fairly confident in my list right now, and it’s not like I asked for a lot. I love Christmas time because everyone is always so happy and it’s the season for giving which is the best season of all! I am also excited for going home and spending the time with my family. It’s going to be weird living at home again because I’m so used to the dorms now, but I also miss showering in my own shower. Why are the dorm showers so gross? They need new curtains because the ones on our floor are not big enough for the stall, and they have holes in them! Gross!
So I went to go look at apartments today and I think we have found the perfect place. It’s so hard to look for a place to live especially when you have to look a year ahead of time. I don’t know what I want a year from now, how am I supposed to decide that now? It was so hard to actually find someone to live with because it’s not like I know a lot of people. It’s hard to meet someone for a month and then decide that they are the right person for you to live with. Lauren’s parents decided that they didn’t want her to live off campus, so that’s a bummer. Stupid drunk girl!!! Gah! Well, it’s okay. We are okay with living in a two bedroom; more room for the both of us! I was just looking at two different places and now I can’t decide where to live. The one place is more expensive but it’s new and has a pool and a gym. The other place doesn’t have anything and it’s not as expensive. What am I supposed to do!?
Well study time for chemistry, wish me luck. I hope I don’t fail this last test. I hate chemistry.
Until next time,
Melissa

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

I have to write another blog, already?! Well my week has been pretty boring and I’m just as mad as Lauren is about that stupid drunk girl. The thing is that type of thing can happen anywhere, and it was just poor timing. Ugh! Another interesting fact: I am $60 over my meal plan, meaning that I need to spend $60 to be where I’m supposed to be. Unlike everyone else, I need to spend money and others need to stop spending it. So I have started to buy more things, and it’s making me feel really fat because I think I’m eating more that I should be. I know I need to spend more money, but how do I do that without being a fatty and buying out the whole cafeteria?! Well if anyone needs me to buy them lunch or something, I’m your girl. I’m at ABP right now and I just had some cheese and crackers, grapes, a fruit cup and soy milk; how much more healthier can you get? I think I have been going out too much to eat, like off campus because I’m sick of campus food. So I spend my money elsewhere, but I have basically free money here, there just isn’t anything good anymore. Now that I have fallen in love with ABP that’s the only place I have been going. But it just feels like I’m going out to a restaurant every night which I don’t like doing. I like going home every weekend to have a home cooked meal, it’s great. I also feel like I shouldn’t be going home all the time because this is my time to be independent which is what I have wanted for a long time. I feel like I use my parents a lot still, and that’s why I feel like I still live at home still because I basically do. I need to change this because I don’t want to be dependent on them anymore and I feel like if I get into that habit it’s going to end badly because I’ll never grow out of it. I went into work today and I was planning on taking the bus back to campus bit it was rainy and I forgot my rain jacket so I asked my dad to come get me, when I know I shouldn’t have, but I did. It’s just so easy to ask them for something and I’m trying to stop relying on them so much. I also need to stop relying on other people, not just my parents. I have noticed that I’m not that independent yet, and that bothers me.
Does rain ever make you guys happy? Like today, I wasn’t in a good mood at work because my boss was being a total D bag, but then when it started to rain, I became suddenly happy. I just love the rain, especially the smell of rain; it’s wonderful. I keep getting distracted by the rain outside because APB has the glass walls so I just keep look outside and not writing this blog! Also, has anyone notices the corps running around with flags? Does anyone know what that is about? I also don’t understand how people can ride bikes in the rain! They are going like 100 miles an hour and it doesn’t bother them that rain is hitting their faces and the rest of their body? AND whats up with girls wearing white sofee shorts when it’s raining, with boots!? Eww. What is this world coming to? It’s cold outside, put some real pants on and then you can wear the boots. No pants, no boots! There goes another biker. Seriously, how do they do that?
Crazies I tell you. That movie looks weird too. Google it.
Until next time,
Melissa

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

blogging?

So here I am once again, thinking about what I can write about for my ninth blog of the year. I honestly can’t find anything interesting to write about, and it’s basically impossible to write 1000 words about something that no one is going to read anyways. I know this is supposed to expand our writing skills and our minds, but can I be honest; it doesn’t. Sorry to offend anyone who enjoys writing blogs and telling the world what you think about it, but I don’t think we should be forced to write these “blogs” for everyone to read if we have nothing important to say. I know I’m not the only one that feels this way too. I spend at least an hour or two writing these blogs that don’t even get read, nor do they actually go toward my grade for this class to even matter. I think these blogs should be optional, and if you do them you should get credit for them, but if you don’t you shouldn’t get punished because they really don’t help. I don’t know about anyone else, but writing blogs does let me tell people what I did, and what I think; this doesn’t mean that people want to listen to what I have to say. Another thing that shouldn’t be required is for us to comment on our groups blogs; granted there are only three of them, but what does that accomplish? Yes, we should be reading something every week to keep learning and keep our minds at work, but reading blogs about things that I don’t necessarily care about is torture. I understand that we should read our groups blogs, but commenting on them isn’t important. Half of the time I have nothing to say about the blog because I’m not interested in it. Yeah, it is a way that you can see if we read each other’s blog, but we don’t have to read the blog in order to comment on it. Most of us, believe it or not, read a random sentence in the blog and then just comment on that part of the blog because we don’t read anything else. I’m not saying everyone does this, but it is safe to say that most of us do. We want to get a passing grade in this class, but we do the minimum, or do cheat the system. I’m not saying that everyone hates blogging and everyone hates reading other people blogs, but I know from experience that at least some of us feel that way.
So back in middle school, when blogs became the cool thing, I got one. Yes, I was a “blogger” but I really wasn’t because I never talked about anything interesting, I was in middle school. I didn’t have anything to talk about except for how I broke up with my boyfriend of the week, or how I got back together with my boyfriend of the week. I never talked about the world, or the news. I know blogging is supposed to be informative and interesting, but mine were not. I don’t even know if people read my blog, not that it mattered. On the other hand, it let me let out my feelings without saying them to someone’s face. I’m not sure if anyone read my blog when I was talking about them, which would have been bad.
On a different subject, Halloween was last weekend. I had a blast! Brian and I went to some rich guys’ house, and I was so jealous of it. It was really modern with high ceilings and really tall “industrial” doors. I was in love with it. After we went to that guys’ house, we went to our friends apartments and watched a really stupid “scary” movie, you know what I’m talking about. It was great, we also made cookies and they were delicious!
Well I honestly can’t write anymore. I guess I just have a boring life, but I don’t care.
Until next time,
Melissa