Huh.

I forgot all about this thing. I just read all of my old posts, and they are strange. I am not quite sure why I did some of them.

It's Febuary now, and I am in my second semester of college. I finally figured out what I want to do with my life: be an anthropologist. And since everyone is gonna be all "What the hell is an anthropologist?" I shall define it for you.
Dictonary.com's definition:
Anthropologist: a person who specializes in anthropology.
Wow. Thanks dictionary.com for clearing that up for us. Let's try this again...
Anthropology: the scientific study of the origin, the behavior, and the physical, social, and cultural development of humans.
So it's basically the study of humans.

I love it though. It is so interesting. I am taking bioanthropology now, and it's basically biology centered around humans. I love it. I forgot how much I love science. I used to be like in the 99th percentile in the entirety of Washington state. So I'm pretty good. But I love it forever. And I think I might minor in biology or human biology because they are so interesting.
Anyways, I think I am going to try to keep this blog up again. But I am very intimidated. You know how when you skip class you're afraid of the work load, this blog is like that. There are all of these really good bloggers out there, and they intimidate me.
So I'll hopefully be back soon.

All Hallows Eve

Halloween was an interesting experience. The girls and I all got dressed up to go party, then we stood at the bus stop for a half hour. Aly then decided she felt to shitty to go out. And so did Kirsten. And I had injured my back, so we went back inside and got Saw to watch. I then bowed out because a. I can't stand scary movies and b. My back hurt so bad I felt like crying, so I went to bed. We all looked cute though. Except me. I looked ridiculous. But that's ok with me.

That's the enitre group. We look good huh?

And that is me.

Looking like a ridiculous child who is trying to be intimidating.

This is what happens when I try to look sexy.

All well.

So anyways, it was a bust of a good drinking night, but there will be more Halloweens.

Anyways... There are these clocks on my campus. They are big and red and play pretty songs every 15 minutes. Every clock is slightly different. And they are dedicated by a class to a school. Since I am in the class of 2013, I figured that if we survive, we should dedicate a clock. You know, since the world is supposed to end on Dec. 21, 2012. Which is our senior year. Which sucks. But I digress.

Oh, I just thought I could show you what the clocks look like.

Pretty huh?
I took that myself.

I'll name this later... possibly

Song of the day: Defying Gravity - Idina Menzel in Wicked

Tomorrow is Halloween. I live on a college campus. You know what that means... Alcohol. Lots of it. And candy, almost as much as there is alcohol. I don't get why college students use every possible opportunity to drink, but i'm not gonna complain. Halloween also means lots of girls dressed in basically nothing, and guys dressed in something ironic/funny. For a party last weekend my friend Kyle dressed up as a sexy cowboy, which was hillarious. Here:

That's my roommate, Kyle, and a bunch of other people last weekend.

If I go to any parties this weekend, i'm going as Waldo: The Girl Version. And i'm going to sneak into everyone's pictures. I'm pretty excited. :]

Anyways... I fucked up my knee. Badly. Over a week ago. And It still hurts. Basically all the time. Except now it's starting to move to my entire leg, which is just lovely.

I can't seem to type, which you can't tell because i'm attempting to fix it.

But my typing sucks.

Plus, it's almost time to move my laundry to the dryers.

So bye.

Maybe i'll write something better later.

Chocobunk

I love coming up with random blog names that have nothing to do with anything in the actual post. Chocobunk is what I called chocolate milk when I was little. I still call it that. The only difference is now I know better, I think.

My week has been pretty uneventful. Except for the concert. Ohh, yeah. That.

Y'all know who that is? Gabe Saporta. COBRA STARSHIP. No? Nothing? Well, whatever. I'll tell you anyways.

Victoria's Secret had this contest thing that I had no idea about, and apparently our school won. So we got a free concert. Not just a concert, the concert. Cobra Starship and Girl Talk. Came to IU. And gave a show. Free. It was basically the best ever.

This group called Dot Dot Dot played too, but they were just the opener and sucked big time. They had this bassist who was probably 60 at least and was singing Lady Gaga and grinding all over the place. It was barfy. Wanna see Roomie's face when it happened?

Yep. That tiny asian is my roommate. She is actually really cool. And that guy in the back who looks like he's thinking too hard? That's Kyle. He is the most amazing gay man I have ever met.

ANYWAYS... Cobra ruled. I fell in love with them. And now my iTunes is full. Which is a great sign for them. Gabe told us to illegally download his songs. He told us to. He doesn't want us to buy their stuff, but whatever floats his boat. :]

That night I messed up my knee really bad, and it still hurts. So blah. I just think I'll complain some more.
Or maybe nap.
I'm boring today.

Dating?

First order of business...

K, now that we've established that...

Everyone is doing dating histories lately. So I thought I would do mine. Even though I am younger, I have some stupid exs [exes, ex's??]

Andrew:

Andrew was my first boyfriend, at the age of 12. He was also my first kiss, during a crazy game of truth or dare. He dumped me a week or so later because his friend told him to. You know how he dumped me? He yelled it to the entire bus. Which is humiliating when your 12.

Cody:

I had a few boyfriends in between Andrew and Cody, but I can't remember their names. So we'll go straight to Cody. He was my first 'love' at 14. Well, I thought he was but I actually wasn't until later. Anyways... Cody was your typical bad boy. And I like me my bad boys. We went out for like 3 months freshman year. During which point he cheated on my at least 2 times. Once with my best friend since the 7th grade. I still haven't forgiven her. I almost let him take my virginity too, but I chickened out. YAY! Needless to say I dumped him.

AJ:
Now that I am actually trying to write this, I can't think of basically anyone that I dated. All well. Next came AJ. I never actually dated him, but he's important. I lost my v-card to him summer after freshman year. He was the big jock on campus, and is still reallllly hot. We continued to hook up until I moved away my junior year. But, he's the reason I became a slut.

Ryan:
Ryan was this guy that I knew through mutual friends, and who had had a crush on me for years. But I never wanted him. Wanna know why? He was fat. Not cute fat, but HUGE. And slightly smelly. But he had a car my sophomore year, when no one else did. So I went out with him for the car. It was a really strange few months. I can't remember most of it, and I am sure that I blocked it out.

Sam:
I dumped Ryan for Sam. Sam wanted to take me to prom and Ryan did it. End of story. I had never actually spoken to the guy, but our mutual friend said he was obsessed with liked me. We went to prom and had an amazing time. And saw each other basically every day afterwards for nearly 6 months. Except for the times when he was in Europe or I was. He was a guitar player. And he was really romantic and sweet. At first. Then he became obsessed with the sex aspect of the relationship. Plus, he wasn't entirely over his ex. But we did stay together for almost 6 months. Until he cheated. Then lied about it and dumped me. And that is the lovely time when my body decided, HEY! She's completely depressed, let's knock her up! So, I was pregnant too. With his baby. Which sucked. You'll get the full baby story sometime in the future because it's just too long.

David:
I never dated David either, but I was going to before my dad made me move across the country. David was the guy who helped my best friend pick up the pieces that were left of my life. In the span of just a few weeks, I had messed my life up pretty completely [which is another long and depressing story. You'll get it later too], and he helped me feel better. I really did love him, and I still miss him sometimes.

Jake:
Jake was one of the first guys I dated when I got to Indiana. He was the complete opposite of Sam in basically every way, which I loved. Plus, he was freaking hillarious. We went out for a month before we both figured out we were better off friends. And he was my best friend for a long time afterwards. Till he wasn't. Damn, I have a lot of really sad and long stories.

Michael:
Michael was the last real boyfriend that I had. We started dating junior year and dated on and off for an entire year. I really liked him, possibly loved, but he was a headcase. He's nearly 20 now I think, or maybe he already is, and he graduated with my class. He has no sense of good/bad or right/wrong and no common sense. To put it plainly, he was an idiot. Who lived with his mom, dealt drugs, and cheated a lot. I am not quite sure why I put up with it, other than when he wasn't high he was amazing, but only if we were alone. If his friends were around he was a complete dick to anyone and everyone, especially me. Once, he was trying to win me back and took me to Olive Garden, which is my favorite restarant. Not only did he ask if the water was free, he bought the cheapest thing on the menu and didn't eat it, then he didn't have enough to pay for it. Classy huh? I'm glad to be rid of him to be honest. But a guy like him is really difficult to recover from.


Well that was it. The main boys in my life. Boring huh?

Cat-sick

Apparently people who go away to college are supposed to be homesick. My roommate is, my friends are, but I am not. I miss my cat. Plain and simple. Sure, I miss my mom and sister and dog and even my stepmom's cooking, but I miss my cat the most.

Her name is Bella, and we got her for free. She was a present for my 17th birthday. She's all black except for two white patches, one on her chest and one in between her back legs. We had to bottle feed her when we first got her. And by 'we' I mean 'I'. She's really curious and really adorable. And I love her. The picture below reminded me of her, since she does that whole sitting on the keyboard thing. She will try and catch my mouse.

Last night I called my dad and apparently the phone was up really high, because he says she was looking around for me since she could hear my voice. I just about died.

My dad says she would just run around the house crying all the time for like a month after I left. I miss my baby. :[

And yes, I did just do a whole post devoted to my cat.
Who is below.

But she was really little. Like the first day we got her.
And she slept in a box on my bed, because I was afraid I would roll over and squish her.

Tony's Prize(s)

He wants a prize for reading the entirety of that last blog.
So...

Yeah yeah. I got a little carried away. But it was only because I was at this amazing website.

You'll love it too.

And your welcome Tony.

Things I Dislike Strongly

Because hate is a strong word.
I do hate some of them.
And others I just want to go away and never ever ever come back again.

1. Butterflies. I know, they're pretty, right? Well that's too bad. I have a very irrational fear [yes, I do know that it's irrational to be afriad of butterflies] that the butterflies will eat us all one day. But it isn't just butterflies. It's moths too. I know, I am a horrible person for thinking they are evil. But they are. They will kill us all. That's the secret of hoe the dinosaurs went extinct.

2. Caramel. It's just sticky and strange and icky. I don't like the consistancy or how it makes it difficult to swallow. I don't have this problem with peanut butter however. I love peanut butter.

3. Pants. I think they are really pointless. Well, ok, not pointless necessarily, but very annoying. Who's idea was it for us to stuff our big butts into tight denim pants that usually don't even look that good? A MAN, that's who. Plus, my thighs rub together because i'm not teeny, so I get these annoying rub out areas in between my legs which occasionally result in holes. In my crotch area. Which is annoying. Sweat pants are my favorite thing ever, and I own like 50 pairs, because they are the only kind of pants I approve of.

4. Shoes. Well... I love shoes actually. I love buying pretty ones, like heels, on the off-chance that I have to wear them some day. But I hate actually wearing shoes. I would go bare foot all day if I could. But as I said earlier, it's looked down upon.

5. Math. When am I ever going to need to factor a trinomial in my life? WHEN? Never. I plan on doing something that has nothing to do with math. I am currently in my 3rd year of algebra, actually 4th... counting algebra 2, and that's only because I can't see the point. It isn't practical to fill our brains up with this useless math stuff when we could be filling it up with useful things, like spelling.

6.Bugs. Yep, bugs in general. My dad told my I should be an entomologist. Aka a bug scientist. He's a cruel man. Bugs freak me out. The other day I took a shower about half as long as usual because there were those shower bugs in there. They were ew.

7. Having a song stuck in my head and not remember all of the lyrics. Yep, that pisses me off. Especially if I am trying to sleep.

Well, I'm out of ideas.
:]

Douche canoe

K, so first order of business...
Allie is doing a drunk blog, so go read it. NOW. I'm pretty sure it will be more entertaining that whatever else your doing. Except your reading this... so continue and read it later.

Now that that is over with, a funny conversation between Lily, Amanda, and I.
Lily (to Amanda): You know if you were shorter you wouldn't have as far to get up
Amanda: Yeah, but then I would drown first in a flood.
Me: But you will get struck by lightning first.
Amanda: Not if I crouch.
Me: Yeah, but then you die in the flood.

Yeah. I know. That was an amazing comeback, and I didn't even have to think.
I rock.



My foot itches.
I know that when your palms itch it means your supposed to come into money, so what does it mean when the palms of your feet itch?
I may have to go Google it.
Goodnight.