Ok, so..I know I have it bad when I can't even remember how to put a new post on here. College has been kicking my fresh-out-of-high-school butt! It's not that it's hard, per se, it's just that...well...19 credit hours can really take it out of ya. I think I've come down with a bad case of Springbreakwantitis, or possibly Semesteroveropolis. Good thing a possible cure will be Spring Break, starting in approximately 12 hours!

(Sorry for that lame paragraph ^^^ it's all I have time for..)

A Funny Story

Well with a title like that, you've gotta read it now, right?? Right.

So...as we "speak", I'm at SLCC. And I just witnessed a funny story. (see title)

So I was just sitting in my car, contemplating whether to take a nap or come inside and work on homework when two things happened:
1. I decided to come inside. People could think I'm dead if they saw me sleeping in my car.
2. I witnessed a hilarious parking event. Here's how it went:

There was a white Lincoln Continental trying to park into an awkward spot, and, because the parking lot was extra crowded today, didn't really have any other awesome options of where to leave their car. I watched them for approximately 6 3/8 minutes and during this time they backed in and out of the spot about 27 times. They would pull in, turn their wheels, shift to reverse, back up while turning their wheels, pull back in, turn their wheels again, and repeat this process over and over and over again. During this hilarious (probably only to me) process they managed to hit the car already parked in back of them 2 times! That's like 2 times too many! They weren't hard-bashing hits to cause any substantial damage, just small bumps, but the driver didn't do anything (besides keep hitting the car)!

I laughed the entire time and even snorted twice (you can imagine what two events I snorted at). Haha...good times.



Ok. So it's not that funny. But I had already been through 12 of my 19 credit hours today, so I was rather delirious. Sorry for the disappointment.

I want to be an Avatar.

I want to be a football player.

I want to meet Sandra Bullock.

I want to sit in the rain...and not get wet.

I want to get rid of all varicose/spider veins. Ever.

I want to own my own business.

I want to find an end to cancer.

I want to be nicer.

I want to have a six-pack.

I want to make someday today.

I want to organize my room.

I want to be Ingrid Michaelson.

I want to make everyone happy with their lives.

I want to join the Peace Corps.

I want to invent something new.

I want to "put something silly in the world." (Shel Silverstein)

I want to be creative.

I want to make new friends, and meet new people.

I want to save the dolphins.

I want to give to all the needy.

I want to share gum with someone.

I want some respect.

I want to be healthier.

I want a "real" Homer Award.


I want to make a difference.

That wavy stuff growing out of my head

I cut my hair. Too short, but that's what always happens. I think I like it. Quite a bit lot, actually.




Before the cut...



...and the lovely locks today. (Kate, you'd be so proud. The red wall in the background is only one wall of our all-out-all-Utes exercise room. It's for obsessive purposes and showing off, mostly.)



...or as you'll more commonly see me. (keep in mind this one was taken super late at night.)


You like?

Uh-huh, uh-huh, and umm...yeah.

Yes, I DID wear a skirt today, the first actually windy day of the year.
And yes, it DID lift up rather inappropriately twice throughout the day.
And yes, there WERE people around.


HOWEVER...

Yes, I DID find some strange old man to talk to, and he is strangely my friend.


ALSO...

Yes, I DID find someone cute to talk/sit next to!
And yes, we DID actually talk.
Surprisingly, he IS taller than me.
And yes, he IS a Utah fan.

Check, check, check, check.


Unfortunately...

No, I have NOT eaten lunch with real live people yet. Just the pretend ones on my phone.



Fortunately...

School IS beginning to get slightly better for me. But just slightly.

In COLLEGE this week...

...nothing happened.


Seems like everyone and their dog is commenting on their blogs or their facebook pages about how wonderful college is, and how many wonderful friends they're meeting, and how simply wonderful it is to be moved out of the house.

Or maybe I'm just slightly envious and only notice because I am.

Still.


I'm going to Salt Lake Community College and I have met a total of zero friends thus far.

I eat my lunch in my car everyday alone, hoping people don't see me. When they do, I put my phone up to my ear and pretend to be talking.

I have only seen one potentially cute guy here, and he's kinda femme. My meditation teacher is pretty hot though...hmm....probably married. (I just said that, right?)

All the other guys have mullets and sport the horrible button-up hawaiian shirts from the....oh wait. Those were never in.


So ghetto.



Let's just say this: on the first day of school, I...

...got in a minor car accident. You might ask "Isn't that already the third time you've been hit in two years?" And I'd say "No, silly. That's the FOURTH time." One more, and I'll be a regular to the Police Department Emergency Dispatcher.

...missed all of my first class (see above)

...went to talk to my professor in the class I had missed and he only grunted and gave angry hand directions to me.

...told previously mentioned teacher that the left side of his hair is completely and absurdly larger than the other side. In my mind, of course.

...had to take my car in for inspection THAT NIGHT. (luckily (or maybe "unfortunately" would fit better there, as I absolutely hate that car) it still passed.)

...noticed that the lovely wreck from the morning created a new collection of "damage-areas" to my car. The dent in the driver's side door is still there from when the man across the street backed into my car. Chipped paint on front, dent in side door, and cracked/broken bumper. Nice.

...ate my lunch in my twice dented car, by myself, listeing to Yanni.

...went into small shock when a registered sex offender that used to go to Viewmont walked into my Natural Disasters class.

...went into complete shock when he chose the last available seat, conveniently located right next to me.

...almost completely freaked out after he looked over at me/my paper for the seventh time.

...completely ignored him when he tried to strike up a conversation after class.

...had to work straight after school and was slightly ignored by my best friend working there as well. He didn't even know I was working the same six hour shift he was on that day until I told him on Saturday. Yes, SIX hours of being invisible.


I guess you could say it was an eventful day.


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I have gone to college while living at home for only two days now, but so far I am slightly disappointed. I was stoked for college for three basic, yet completely serious reasons:

1. to "find" a real boyfriend
2. to meet an entirely new group of friends I'd be comfortable hanging out with
3. to be a clean slate, and allow people to see me as who I am, not whether I'm popular or not


So far, I'm disappointed on both #'s 1 and 2. 3's on it's way, as I don't think I belong to any one social clique yet. Maybe I never will.

Who knows?

All I know is that I'm tired of hearing about people's simply fantastical tales of college and the limitlessly attractive co-eds.


I need to move out.
I'm ready.
I'm beyond-ready.


If only my bank account would catch up.

Anybody know how to change the color of the text on blogspot?



Mine needs changing...bad.


Thanks,
The Management