So it's the time of year here in Morris when people have to figure out where and with who they are living next year. I've been privy to the scandalous behavior of my friends as the go behind other people's backs, and try to find housing with different people, or try to leave someone they've been stuck with all year out. I didn't envy them.
I hate confrontations, and this year has already had a few because of one of my additional roommates. Long story short, he smells and never picks up after himself. And that is saying a lot when you take into account the fact that my original roommate and I have always enjoyed a good bout of flatulation. I mean our first real male bonding experience was playing fart tennis.
Anyways, back to the scheming and plotting. My roommate and I have been screwed over by ORL (the office of residential life) two years in a row now. Last year they added two additional roommates to our apartment, one of which was the roommate from hell, and the other is actually a pretty cool guy. This year ORL decided to make 2 person apartments illegal, and 3 person apartments are discouraged.
We've decided that despite the risk of getting another person thrown into our apartment we're going to attempt to get a 3 person apartment. Herein lies the scheming. Trying to contact the other roommate without also getting the attention of the roommate from hell. We finally managed to get together for a group plotting session. Humorously the key to discreteness was found to be facebook chat.
Having been part of this makes me feel both like incredibly sneaky and kind of traitorous. Not exactly things I would normally have prided myself. Yet, when you combine those things you get a ninja so I'm ok with that.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I have been changed for good.
I've been watching Glee and that makes me wonder how different my life would have been in high school and after if I'd been in choir from my freshman year. Also in choir we are singing For Good from Wicked, which makes me think about my friends and how my life would be different if I hadn't met them. So yeah, lately I've been reflecting on my life a lot.
The things I regret most were the things I didn't get to do, like not joining choir and ASL club sooner. Those two activities were a huge part of my senior year, and they were both things that I enjoyed immensely. They also changed my outlook on life and life itself.
I'll never know how different I would have been had I made different decisions in my life. This saddens me immensely. Maybe if I had joined choir sooner I would be more outgoing or more charismatic. On the other hand, maybe I would've hated it and quit, thus robbing me of my terrific experience in my senior year. I'll never know.
So tonight as I laid in bed pondering these thought, I decided that from now on I'm going to try to be more active here in Morris. They don't have a wrestling team here, and I know that I don't want to play football for anything other than fun. I'm already in University Choir, and have no intention of joining the concert choir (because they are quite frankly stuck up) So what does that leave me?
They do have an ASL club of sorts, but they meet off campus and I never manage to remember when they meet. They also have the Biology club, which is another possibility, but again I can never remember when they meet. Alternatively I could just spend more time with friends and actually interact with them on a consistent basis... I feel as if we've drifted this year.
This blog doesn't really have any kind of deep, profound meaning to it, but not everything in life needs to be deep and profound. Sometimes it's the little things that really don't make that much of a difference at the time that turn out to be huge steps towards a completely new part of your life.
Long story short, choir and ASL club are great ways to go if you're anything like me, and life's too short not to try everything. After all, it's like when you were a little kid. Try just one bite, if you don't like the first taste you can always just spit it out and say "ewww, I'm never eating that again." But if you never taste it how can you know? Exactly, you can't.
Darn, some deep profound meaning managed to sneak in there after all.
The things I regret most were the things I didn't get to do, like not joining choir and ASL club sooner. Those two activities were a huge part of my senior year, and they were both things that I enjoyed immensely. They also changed my outlook on life and life itself.
I'll never know how different I would have been had I made different decisions in my life. This saddens me immensely. Maybe if I had joined choir sooner I would be more outgoing or more charismatic. On the other hand, maybe I would've hated it and quit, thus robbing me of my terrific experience in my senior year. I'll never know.
So tonight as I laid in bed pondering these thought, I decided that from now on I'm going to try to be more active here in Morris. They don't have a wrestling team here, and I know that I don't want to play football for anything other than fun. I'm already in University Choir, and have no intention of joining the concert choir (because they are quite frankly stuck up) So what does that leave me?
They do have an ASL club of sorts, but they meet off campus and I never manage to remember when they meet. They also have the Biology club, which is another possibility, but again I can never remember when they meet. Alternatively I could just spend more time with friends and actually interact with them on a consistent basis... I feel as if we've drifted this year.
This blog doesn't really have any kind of deep, profound meaning to it, but not everything in life needs to be deep and profound. Sometimes it's the little things that really don't make that much of a difference at the time that turn out to be huge steps towards a completely new part of your life.
Long story short, choir and ASL club are great ways to go if you're anything like me, and life's too short not to try everything. After all, it's like when you were a little kid. Try just one bite, if you don't like the first taste you can always just spit it out and say "ewww, I'm never eating that again." But if you never taste it how can you know? Exactly, you can't.
Darn, some deep profound meaning managed to sneak in there after all.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Bond, James Bond
I went to Alexandria last week with one of my friends from college. It's the nearest city to Morris so every now and then people go there to either buy stuff or just get away from the smell of cow that seems to pervade Morris during most of the year. Anyway, we went there to go to Gamestop and sell some games. I had a craptastic Wii game (Counter Force) and my friend had a couple of other older games that we wanted to get rid of. So when we arrived at Gamestop with a stack of about 8 games, we figured that it would be about enough to pay for a new game. It was nowhere near being enough.
Apparently Gamestop decided that Xbox originals weren't selling well enough anymore, so they stopped buying and carrying them. That I can understand, it's simple economics. But the next part is the part that befuddles me. After the Xbox originals were eliminated we still had 4 games to sell his 3 360 titles and my Wii title. We were offered a grand total of... $6.00 for the four of them. That was crap.
Frustrated by this, but not willing to let it ruin the Alex trip we said never mind and decided to look at what the Gamestop was selling. While we perused the game racks we came across Call of Duty 3 for 360 which just so happens to be one of the titles my friend was trying to sell. They were selling it for $15.00. Now this just added to the amount of frustration and anger. They marked that game up by a ridiculous amount.
Long story short, Gamestop pissed me off.
After Gamestop we went to Target to see if we could find any good game deals there. We didn't. Target does not have a great selection of titles. Oh well. We then looked at the movie section. I bought the last two Bond movies. This now completes my collection. I am pleased.
We then returned to the all too familiar scent of bovine.
I'll end this with one last thought... O-chem blows.
Apparently Gamestop decided that Xbox originals weren't selling well enough anymore, so they stopped buying and carrying them. That I can understand, it's simple economics. But the next part is the part that befuddles me. After the Xbox originals were eliminated we still had 4 games to sell his 3 360 titles and my Wii title. We were offered a grand total of... $6.00 for the four of them. That was crap.
Frustrated by this, but not willing to let it ruin the Alex trip we said never mind and decided to look at what the Gamestop was selling. While we perused the game racks we came across Call of Duty 3 for 360 which just so happens to be one of the titles my friend was trying to sell. They were selling it for $15.00. Now this just added to the amount of frustration and anger. They marked that game up by a ridiculous amount.
Long story short, Gamestop pissed me off.
After Gamestop we went to Target to see if we could find any good game deals there. We didn't. Target does not have a great selection of titles. Oh well. We then looked at the movie section. I bought the last two Bond movies. This now completes my collection. I am pleased.
We then returned to the all too familiar scent of bovine.
I'll end this with one last thought... O-chem blows.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
It's spreading...
Any Blog I subscribe to seems to die out in a matter of months. It must be some sort of infectious disease that I'm a carrier for.
In other infectious news, Dead Space and Dark Sector are both great games which I have been playing and are centered around the zombie apocolypse. Needless to say, I am fine tuning my Zombie Plan. In case you were wondering, it involves a shotgun... and lots of ammo.
In other infectious news, Dead Space and Dark Sector are both great games which I have been playing and are centered around the zombie apocolypse. Needless to say, I am fine tuning my Zombie Plan. In case you were wondering, it involves a shotgun... and lots of ammo.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Christmas Time Is Here
Christmas time is here. Happiness and cheer. Fun for all that children call their favorite time of year.
I love Christmas. Can't wait to finish up finals and then get home for some quality time with my family.
I love Christmas. Can't wait to finish up finals and then get home for some quality time with my family.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Life
Life is hard. I'm conflicted and clueless at the moment. I just want to go back to being a carefree little kid again.
I know this is really short and stupid, but I don't care. No one reads this anyways.
I know this is really short and stupid, but I don't care. No one reads this anyways.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
The old grindstone
So, it's been a month since coming back to college. So far everything has been good. I'm taking 17 credits (two more than a traditional full student load) but that's not all that uncommon. The homework load is descent, but still nowhere near bad.
I don't really have anything to write this blog about, but I don't want to become inactive for another 2 years, like last time... so yeah.
Mainly my life back in Morris has been a return to normalcy. Reuniting with friends who I haven't seen all summer and meeting new people. It is a rather drastic change from dorm life to apartment life though. There's ALWAYS someone to hangout with when you're in a dorm, but in the apartment there rarely is. It actually takes planning and communication to set up something as easy as a movie night now. In the dorms all it took was walking the halls and asking anyone you saw.
That being said it was totally worth it to get the apartment. It's nice to be able to make your own food rather than depend on food services and they're usually sub-par cooking performance. Another nice thing is that we have our own space. My bedroom is NOT the studying/sleeping/entertainment/hangout spot that it was last year. Now, it's a bedroom and only occasionally used for studying. But the biggest non-dorm bonus of all: non-lofted beds. It is SO much easier to fall asleep at night when you don't have to climb that damn ladder, and wake yourself up in the process. It's also easier to get up in the morning when you know you don't have to jump down.
That's really all I can think of to write about at the moment, so I should probably end this and get started on my economics homework that's due tomorrow. Last week, I didn't leave myself enough time, so this week I'm going to be sure it's done.
I don't really have anything to write this blog about, but I don't want to become inactive for another 2 years, like last time... so yeah.
Mainly my life back in Morris has been a return to normalcy. Reuniting with friends who I haven't seen all summer and meeting new people. It is a rather drastic change from dorm life to apartment life though. There's ALWAYS someone to hangout with when you're in a dorm, but in the apartment there rarely is. It actually takes planning and communication to set up something as easy as a movie night now. In the dorms all it took was walking the halls and asking anyone you saw.
That being said it was totally worth it to get the apartment. It's nice to be able to make your own food rather than depend on food services and they're usually sub-par cooking performance. Another nice thing is that we have our own space. My bedroom is NOT the studying/sleeping/entertainment/hangout spot that it was last year. Now, it's a bedroom and only occasionally used for studying. But the biggest non-dorm bonus of all: non-lofted beds. It is SO much easier to fall asleep at night when you don't have to climb that damn ladder, and wake yourself up in the process. It's also easier to get up in the morning when you know you don't have to jump down.
That's really all I can think of to write about at the moment, so I should probably end this and get started on my economics homework that's due tomorrow. Last week, I didn't leave myself enough time, so this week I'm going to be sure it's done.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Life back in Blaine
My first year of college is done. As a result I had to pack up all of my belongings and get out of my dorm room. That wasn't fun since I had a lot of crap. I have always prided myself on being a minimalist, so I was ashamed at the amount of material goods I had collected. My roommate was a foreign exchange student however, so I ended up providing most of the furnishings in our room. That's my excuse anyway.
With finals and packing and moving back home I hadn't gotten much sleep that week. In fact, my average bedtime was somewhere around 4 AM. When I did finally get back to Blaine, all I could do was think about sleeping in my nice, warm, soft, non-lofted bed. However, I found that my sleeping schedule had been skewed by finals week. I was involuntarily staying up to 4 and 5 am and waking up at noon or 1, which isn't good.
It is even worse if you know my mother who is a morning person to the extreme. Her normal bedtime is 9 pm and she gets up at around 5 am. All week my sleep schedule stayed wonky, and when the weekend rolled around, go figure it was still the same as during the week. I got an ear-full. My mom thought that I was possibly the laziest person in existence (my interpretation of her reaction to my sleeping in). I even heard it from my dad, who is more of a night owl himself, albeit he was much less scandalized than my mother.
I was trying to sleep at normal hours I told them, but I just couldn't. The fights continued for about a week, with me trying my darnedest to adjust my sleeping schedule to normal (I was rewarded with a measly hour shift), and my parents telling me off.
Finally, one night at around 3 am I realized something; Benadryl usually knocks me out. Not only would it help me sleep, it’d help me with my allergies. Not wanting to move and risk waking myself up further I didn’t get up and try it that night. The next night I drugged myself up at around 11 pm and was asleep by midnight. Drugs rock.
Despite the fact that my sleep schedule is now back into an acceptable range, I still find myself in more arguments than I’ve ever been in with my family… more specifically my mom. I think it all stems from the fact that I am now used to living on my own, but my mom is still used to taking care of me and generally ordering me around.
My dad has been a God send in these past two weeks since moving back to Blaine. He’s been understanding with everything and is just glad to have me back.
I am glad to be back, don't get me wrong, it is just taking some time to adjust to life back in Blaine. :/
With finals and packing and moving back home I hadn't gotten much sleep that week. In fact, my average bedtime was somewhere around 4 AM. When I did finally get back to Blaine, all I could do was think about sleeping in my nice, warm, soft, non-lofted bed. However, I found that my sleeping schedule had been skewed by finals week. I was involuntarily staying up to 4 and 5 am and waking up at noon or 1, which isn't good.
It is even worse if you know my mother who is a morning person to the extreme. Her normal bedtime is 9 pm and she gets up at around 5 am. All week my sleep schedule stayed wonky, and when the weekend rolled around, go figure it was still the same as during the week. I got an ear-full. My mom thought that I was possibly the laziest person in existence (my interpretation of her reaction to my sleeping in). I even heard it from my dad, who is more of a night owl himself, albeit he was much less scandalized than my mother.
I was trying to sleep at normal hours I told them, but I just couldn't. The fights continued for about a week, with me trying my darnedest to adjust my sleeping schedule to normal (I was rewarded with a measly hour shift), and my parents telling me off.
Finally, one night at around 3 am I realized something; Benadryl usually knocks me out. Not only would it help me sleep, it’d help me with my allergies. Not wanting to move and risk waking myself up further I didn’t get up and try it that night. The next night I drugged myself up at around 11 pm and was asleep by midnight. Drugs rock.
Despite the fact that my sleep schedule is now back into an acceptable range, I still find myself in more arguments than I’ve ever been in with my family… more specifically my mom. I think it all stems from the fact that I am now used to living on my own, but my mom is still used to taking care of me and generally ordering me around.
My dad has been a God send in these past two weeks since moving back to Blaine. He’s been understanding with everything and is just glad to have me back.
I am glad to be back, don't get me wrong, it is just taking some time to adjust to life back in Blaine. :/
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