Huge, Poorly Written Update

cant focus on reading my assigned text book soooooo

first of all i just got obsessed with school rumble, its so cute, it makes me feel better about college

second of all i found a comic book store, i don't know if im cool enough to go in lol

third of all i love my boyfriend but i totally make him sad and i miss him and want to believe i’m worth loving but that’s hard for me

fourth of all i had a huge sandwich that you can only get in pittsburgh and they put fries and coleslaw in your sandwich and i got it with a nice chica on my floor

fifth of all i really wanna photoshop right now

sixth of all my french teacher is apparently gonna write me, it'll be cool

seventh of all i need a job so im going to go to all the recruitments which are convenient

eighth of all im already a little over whelmed

ninth of all im hungry

tenth of all i think my roomies are growing on me maybe

eleventh of all im unsure of my major and what ill do for my double major or minor to make myself more marketable but also choosing something i love

twelvth of all i miss taking pictures

thirteenth of all im going to get fat, too much free food

fourteenth of all i need to do laundry

fifteenth of all i need to take out the trash

sixteenth of all i want winter to come

seventeenth of all i want money

eighteenth of all books cost money

ninteenth of all im hungry

twentieth of all im using my school bag

twenty first of all we got the printer working

twenty second of all i like writing

twenty third of all i love art, i miss it, im sad im comprimising it

twenty fourth of all i love movies

twenty fifth of all im hungry. there. you’re all caught up

Irene

They're having a tropical storm back home so they have no power. That means I can't Skype anyone today. I suppose that's a good thing. I've been glued to my computer screen. I missed the hypnotist last night and I'm actually a little upset about it. Mckinley says it was a lot of fun and not fake at all. My best friend says I'm not giving living here a real try and my nana says I'm being unhappy on purpose, which I'm not. I'm actually not even unhappy. I just don't find the activities all that interesting. I'm not all that home sick and I know that when classes start I'll be a lot more occupied and happy and I'll join a club or maybe two and I'll try out the gym. I guess the real issue is I'm waiting for things to happen and in the mean time I don't feel like doing anything. But if I don't feel like it, why should I do something I know wont make me happy? If I'm happy on my computer then why shouldn't I be on it? I see that as making the best of things. I think I might have to transfer after this year to somewhere closer to home but I don't know if that's the right choice either. I don't know if I like not living alone, nothing against my roommates. They're really nice. I'm just not sure about anything.

My Numerology (According to the Internet)

Yesterday was hard for me. I started really missing my boyfriend so I Skype-d him thinking he would make me feel better but instead I just really depressed him and then I felt bad so I tried to text someone who would cheer me up but they were all asleep. And it didn't help that my roommates were so chipper and happy to be here while I was sulking. So now I am diverting myself by looking up interesting things and numerology fascinates me sooooooooooo.....

Oddly enough every single one of my numbers was 5. My destiny number, my personality number and my soul number were the same.

Destiny: People with 5 as their destiny number add to people's sense of liberation. They advance progress and are multi talented. They have to face numerous changes. They are diplomatic and tactful. They depend on intuition more than reasoned thought. They are mentally very active. They travel frequently and enjoy freedom. Their eloquence makes them very persuasive and influential. They are interested in studies. They deeply want to master complex subjects. They make friends easily and have enormous flexibility of character.

Personality: Persons with 5 as their personality number love freedom. They are intellectuals and may be creative but can't manage money well. They may overindulge in intoxicants, sex or other temporary mood lifters. They can't do routine work and hate to go into details. They love traveling and also like change and adventure. They love socializing. They are pragmatic, strong and energetic. They are versatile and astute. They are functional, resourceful and decisive. They are reckless, irritable and bad tempered. They are unreliable, skeptical and speculative.

Soul: People having 5 as their soul urge love, independence and variations in life. They are intellectuals. They love to travel and are adventurous. Travel normally brings good fortune and advancement in life. They can't go deep into a job. They don't value time at all. They have strong sexual urge. They are creative but poor at finance. They like socializing. They are anxious and restless because they have too much surplus energy.

This is all true of me! It's really scary! Although I like to think I can't be summed up in three paragraphs. But do you know what this means? It means we can chose the personality of our children based on what we name them! Of course, it would take a lot of calculation and the exact day they are born also affects their numerology so it would have to be very last minute calculation but if you were willing to put in the effort you could customize your spawn! I don't know if I feel man should have that kind of power but apparently we do and that is pretty bananas.

Song of the Day

Bryan Adams- I Will Always Return

obvious reasons :-(

Mckinley

So my second roommate moved in tonight and we all went to subway which made me miss my boyfriend eternally. But she is very nice, much more outspoken but she is a mormon and I don't quite know what that means sooooooooooooo I'm going to keep being me and I just wont smoke anything around her. Noooooow I should like to Skype my beautiful boyfriend and I typed beautiful subconsciously. That is how awesome he is. And my CAPS LOCK IS ACTING UP!

Moving In Day

Today is the day everyone moves in (including my second roommate, tonight [we shall go out for dinner, all three of us]). Unfortunately, today is also the day I wanted to get a lot done. I needed to run some paper work over to the financial department, get my identification card, get my meal sticker, try the cafeteria I'll be eating at for the next four years and all sorts of other important things. However, because everyone is moving in it is impossible to get an elevator and if one actually does land on your floor by some miracle of fate it tends to have 200 people and a moving cart in it already. These moving carts take around as much space as six people could fill. Now, I'm not implying laziness. I could very well take the stairs but the thing is... I LIVE ON THE SIXTEENTH FLOOR!!!! All the same I have managed to get a lot done, all except for eating because the cafeteria is closed for another hour so I'm just going to sit here and grumble to myself now... razlefrazle

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

The scariest thunder storm ever happened last night (Sara's first night here, of course). It was mostly horrifying because it was immensely loud and every time we heard it start to leave and thunder somewhere else, out of nowhere IT WOULD COME BACK!!! We'd be like, "I think it's gone, it sounds very far off" and then ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!!!!! IMA THUNDER NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not only that but my boyfriend Skype-d me with no shirt on so she thinks he popped up naked, my best friend who thought I had my ear phones in hollered "I LIKE HER, SHE'S SWEET" and she had to meet me yesterday. If she doesn't want to leave yet I would be colossally surprised because I now feel like everything around us is trying to scare her including my loved ones lol. Oh, and here is a glorious bit of information. My parents figured out Skype. Would you like to know what my mother used it for? To tell me my floor is a mess and my closet is open. She is nagging me from hundreds of miles away! But, it's always good to maintain a sense of normalcy (which is why the closet shall stay open and the floor shall remain untidy).

City

Sara and I went out exploring the city (after I jabbered at her for 6 hours about my personal life [she is not as conservative as I feared]) and we discovered a lot of useful things. There are a hundred CVS stores, I found where all my classes are, I discovered a bunch of food places (including Subway!!!!! EAT FRESH!!!!!!) photo repair shops and other such convenient locations. We went out for Chinese food and unfortunately I was wearing my panda dress so I felt like a huuuuuuuuuge racist. We came home and have been online skype-ing our loved ones ever since. She has met my parents, my best friend and my boyfriend already. She's very sweet and she certainly has been putting up with me, a very remarkable skill. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have nothing to do and nothing I must stop typing to attend to.

Doctor Who... and Sara Continued

Sara moved in and even though I was a complete stranger to her on my birthday she bought me two movies, Coraline and Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist which are two movies I love! Don't think she's a psychic though, she checked my Facebook to see what I like. She's very sweet. She put up with me Skype-ing my boyfriend for an hour and already had to listen to me finish up my episode of Doctor Who which brings me to a glorious subject!
The wonderful world of Doctor Who! It is the best show in the entire galaxy and any galaxies around it. If you haven't seen it you should. I have had people swear to me that they wouldn't like it and been hooked. I am heavily immersed and almost done with season 3 (of the new ones) and I can't even figure out what happens next because I don't want to pay for my videos so I go to iwatchdoctorwho.com and I am only allowed to watch one megavideo a day without paying. So then I have to find a whole different website with lesser quality that will let me watch another video and it is hard so I hate when an episode is to be continued. I suppose kids in Britain have to wait a week to find out what happens but still..... harumph!

Sara

My roommate is moving in as we speak. Her boyfriend came up with her because she's lucky and I'm not. She seems very sweet but she didn't bring very much. I guess I had more because I told her what we already brought. I had the mini fridge so she bought the TV. I bought the shower curtain so she brought the decorations. Her family seems nice... I can't really get to know her until she's less busy so I will have to write again later. She definitely doesn't strike me as a fellow hippie but I didn't think she would be and I can certainly deal with that. My other roommate comes tomorrow morning.

Reasons

Some reasons why I'm writing this awful thing. One) For those of you back home who miss me I thought it would help to be kept in the loop, to know how I'm doing and what I'm doing. It also makes it so I don't have to tell each of you individually over and over again how I'm doing and what I'm doing. Two) I'm going to be a photojournalist. Now I know very well how to be a photographer, in fact I'm quite accomplished at it but I need help being a journalist; being a writer. I love to write but my writing isn't very good. It needs a lot of work and this is practice. Three) I'm a bit lonely. Telling my computer about my day helps, as pathetic as that sounds. Four) I'm getting accustomed to a new laptop but since I started this blog I am liking it more and more. I used to be a PC and I don't think I like being a Mac but I'm getting used to it now. Now I must conclude so that I may start talking about something more interesting.

Question

This is just a random question I feel the need to ask. What happens if Pinnocchio says "My nose will now grow!"?

Anyway, Good Morning! I fixed my fan!!! It wouldn't turn on no matter what I did and none of the buttons had words on them so I was just randomly pushing them all to try and find on. At one point it stayed on for 2 minutes and then turned off and wouldn't turn back on. So I thought it was the outlet. I ran around my room and plugged it into every outlet I could find but still nothing so I simply went to bed very hot and sad. When I woke up I read the instructions, discovered which one was the power button even though I had already hit every single button around 200 times. The instructions pointed out the On button and, as I'm sure you can imagine, pushing it still did me no good. At this point I was getting angry and ready to throw it out the window. I took the plug out of the outlet and put it back in upside down, or should I say right side up because it finally turned on!!! Of course, now I'm terrified of turning it off because I don't want to go through this again so it's been on for 24 hours now.... and it's a beautiful thing....

Song of the Day

I always loved choosing a song of the day whether it was on twitter, Facebook or just on my phone. Whether or not I was capable of remembering everyday to choose one is a different story but whenever I remember I will surely post what it is.
Today's Song of the Day is by Bruce Cockburn. It is called "Wondering Where the Lions are" and it has been my favorite song since I discovered it. At the restaurant I worked at back home they would always play the Sirius XM 70's radio so we always ended up hearing the same songs over and over again throughout the week but curiously I only heard "Wondering Where the Lions are" once in my entire stay there and that one listen was enough to persuade me to snatch it on itunes.
In the mornings now in my dorm I always seem to wake up too early and henceforth I am very unhappy to be unable to fall back asleep but I play this song and I feel much better, lighter than air and beautifully free in my own place.
Not for long, though. I have a roommate moving in today while I'm in orientation. She seems very nice. We've been texting and I got a call from her once. She seems like she might be a little shy but very sweet and willing to help those around her. She offered to buy any dorm stuff I haven't and even asked me what I wanted to by birthday even though I'm still a stranger to her! Both of my roommates have been planning online to re-celebrate my recent birthday (August 11th). I've never heard of anything sweeter!

Pets

In a perfect world where anything was possible what would you do? There are a million and 6 answers and then some for every individual person because it is human nature to alway be dissatisfied and hope for more. For this reason I believe the meaning of life is to always be progressing. It worries me sometimes that the world's progress is declining and therefore whatever higher power there is may very well drive us into extinction soon. But that is not what I'm writing about now.
I would like to put into documentation the animals I would have as pets in a perfect world. Of course, in this perfect world I live on a mountain in Tuscany in a yurt. That's just one scenario, however. In a parallel perfect world I am a gypsy, in another I am a Native American, in another I am a cat. As I said, a million and 6 to the power of infinity number of wishes would still not satisfy any human. But in the first scenario I would have a few pigs, probably teacup. I only have names for two of them; Mu and Pumba. I would have a goat named Jolly and a goose named Jok. Maybe a few goats actually. I would wish for a red panda but it doesn't make sense for one to be on a mountain top in Italy so I believe that belongs in another perfect world. I have tried to organize all the perfect worlds before but since there is always something new to wish for I can't even do that.

Potatos

The word (or words, rather) for potato in French is (are) "Pomme de Terre". It means, literally, apple of the earth and I feel this is the best way to describe them. Nothing could be more organic than une pomme de terre. No matter which way you cook them they are like eating something Mother Nature herself handed to you. All my mother ate while she was pregnant with me were carbohydrates so I am particularly inclined to bread, rice and potatoes. It seems I was born to be a peasant or a vagabond but if you can be happy on something I ask you, why deny yourself? What have you done so wrong that you don't deserve simple happinesses? A potato is just that; a simple happiness, a small accomplishment, an exemplary vegetable carved and forged by the earthen G-ds. In the Princess Academy, a glorious story by Shannon Hale, Britta describes a childhood game in which she would pretend to be very poor and she would dig up vegetables from the garden and eat them as fast as she could before they were ready as if she were starving, her hands covered in dirt. In Austenland, another book by the fantastic Shannon Hale, Jane describes the relief of the deep, cold, mineral taste or well water. Her elaborate way of describing every little detail in a deeply human and relatable way with endless metaphors and similes make it so that I can almost taste what she's talking about. These little wonders of nature dazzle me every time.

3 Beds

Since I've been alone in a 3 person room for the past 2 days I have climbed on every surface, jumped on every bed and sat in every drawer. Despite how simple these things may seem I find myself rushing back here as soon as I'm released. The reason is simple; IT'S MINE! For less then 24 hours now this entire space belongs to me!!!!! And although I am highly uncomfortable even leaving the door unlocked when I use the bathroom there is something that feels very special about being able to safely do so.
Other, more permanent little things bring me joy as well such resting my phone on the outlet that is charging it or leaving my closet open or pulling a Doctor Pepper out of my mini fridge and sipping it while watching Pride and Prejudice and eating licorice. Deciding which parts of orientation I wish to attend tomorrow or if I would rather just stay home (HOME) and wait for my first roommate to arrive. Running around the city to see if I could buy an ethernet cable or get my hall key fixed or test my mailbox combination and doing all of it alone in the sunshine! Well, if anything, it almost makes me feel my age but I doubt I'll ever surpass 7 in my mind. 18 just seems a ridiculous number. It means Peter Pan wont come for you, you can't join the Kids Next Door, you can't have Fairly Odd Parents and you can't ride the Polar Express  :-(

Pride and Prejudice

Following in the footsteps of many writers before me (including my favorite, Shannon Hale, whom I have loved since  before the Goose Girl had any sequels) I would like to commemorate Jane Austen. I have had many a fond experience with her. It's not many a child who can say they bunked class to hide in the library and read her work. I wont lie, I bunked class many times after that for less amiable reasons but I bunked my very first time to hide in a corner and read Pride and Prejudice. They used to let you read in the library during lunch in Middle School but I guess High School is not supposed to encourage learning and so you had to be a sneak about it. In Middle School I spent every lunch in the library. I called my librarian "Goddess" and in return she would let me go back to class late with a note excusing me. But I am getting off topic.
I have recently found a new reason to love Jane Austen; the movie version of Pride and Prejudice. Now I'm not implying I haven't seen it before now but my feelings towards it are reborn. For clarity, I am talking about the Keira Knightley version.
I don't remember packing it for college but there it was, in one of my boxes while unpacking. I have, since then, watched it 4 times. My new reason for loving it is this: when I was hopelessly alone in a new place with no one there to talk to and no one I knew around, I knew the characters in this movie. They were the only people I knew here and so my mind keeps begging to run away with them and I unhealthily oblige. Now, if you'll excuse me I must go do so once more before bed.

I still have a lot of energy tonight so I feel I should write more things. Here are topics I would love to cover:
The true definition and hidden meanings of LOL
My first day moving in and the doctors trip that followed
Being alone in a three person room
Twizzlers
The glory of Skype
beautiful, wonderful internet
Pride and Prejudice
Shannon Hale
Newbury Comics
Pandora

This list will definitely expand over time but these are things I would loooooove to blog about. They just seem like things people would blog about, huh?

Tea

Firstly, I should like to bestow all credit I may receive (if any) for this crappy first blog to a blog called To All My Fans. A daughter of my mother's best friend writes it and she inspired me to write one. She blogged  about seeing my mom and it made my mummy think she was a celebrity. It included pictures of our home which I had been regretting not taking pictures of myself. She simply made her blog about things she liked, colors she enjoyed, pictures she found, items she appreciated. It's fairly beautiful.
Secondly, I made tea using the hot water facet in my tub.

In the Beginning

Alright, this is my first attempt at a blog and I don't expect it to be anything wonderful or popular. I think I may just being doing it so I have a new way of venting or bragging when there is no one there to hear me. You see, I've just started college very far away from home. I know that the only person I have to blame for leaving is myself. I wanted to go far away and have a dorm and freedom and a new start. As an only child, you always dream of someday having roommates. Well, I'm here before my roommates by a day or two... or three. I am always happy and feeling free and fresh in the morning but nights are very sad. I confess that I wanted to go away because there was nothing good left for me at home. Nothing had ever panned out for me socially there. Of course, that is, until the year I was leaving. That is when I accumulated the best friend the world has ever known (she walked to my house in flip flops, in winter, at night because I was sad about high school drama) and the man of my dreams who I am ridiculously committed to. Now, I am very much regretting coming here but only at night. In the morning I am happy just to Skype them. So that is the ever-long starter story and I pray the rest of my posts will be much more amusing.