23 September 2008

Pay It Forward

Ten thing​s you wish you could​ say to ten people​ right​ now. No names.​


1. I hope you don't ever come home. I miss you soooo much, but we both know that being as far away from the 609 is the only way to stay sane. You are so very lucky (and neutral), and I carry your heart in my heart. And stop nagging your husband, he doesn't like vegetables.

2. I'll never be sorry that I told you how I feel. I am, however, pretty upset that you've yet to say anything about it. Whatsoever.

3. I feel like our friendship is falling apart and I have no idea what to do about it - or if I'm ready to do anything at all except make myself scarce.

4. I don't go to therapy because you were a shitty parent - but thats mostly what I talk about when I get there.

5. Walking home barefoot with you was the beginning of a very important friendship. I hope you know how much I love and appreciate you.

6. I can't believe you fired me over the internet, you coward. Grow up.

7. It will never be the same, and it's because you ran your mouth when you should have come to me first.

8. Ugh, just date me, already.

9. You won't remember much about your time abroad. But I hope having curry for lunch sticks with you forever. You're not even old enough to read this - but someday your mom will tell you all about. Hopefully in German.

10. I love everything about you, except that you're so far away. I am so completely proud of you. Someday I'll move to Philly so we can be neighbors - if I ever graduate.

Nine thing​s about​ yours​elf:​​
1. I'm pretty much scared of everything - except confrontation

2. I'd move to Zurich tomorrow if it meant that Anne and I never had to be this far apart again

3. I hate winter sports, but I love sweaters.

4. I'm broke, and forever working two jobs

5. I miss Florence so much it's probably inappropriate

6. My Italian sucks

7. I am so completely ready to graduate

8. I have NO idea what I'm going to do once I do

9. I've got it pretty bad for my boss. Everyone knows, but him.

Eight​ ways to win your heart​:​​
1. Vote the democratic party line

2. Love the Phillies

3. Realize that being difficult is part of my charm

4. Try your hardest NOT to have a girlfriend on the side (ahem)

5. Don't judge my love for The Hills, Renaissance painters, Mob movies

6. Understand that Godfather 2 is the superior Godfather

7. Deal with my mother's craziness

8. Appreciate that I'm loyal to a fault - act accordingly

Seven​ thing​s that cross​ your mind a lot:
1. My job

2. My sister

3. My bank account

4. Running

5. My bullshit 7.5 credits this semester

6. Not graduating on time

7. Florence

Six thing​s you'​​re afrai​d of:
1. Indian food

2. Ice skating

3. Tying my shoes in public

4.

5.

6.


One confession:
I have no idea what I'm doing and I'm totally okay with it.

22 September 2008

The Final Straw

I have long been an avid disbeliever in Mike Teel. When the rest of New Brunswick was chanting TEEL IS FOR REAL ! I was cautiously watching his completion rate dip below 50%. I've been known to send a angry text message (or ten) when Mr. Teel commits 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 interceptions per game. For a one trick pony, Mike Teel, you should at least be completing passes.

Sure. I've thrown my hands up in disgust. Yes. I have walked away from the TV and thrown things in anger. But, nothing angered me quite like Saturday's display of complete unsportsmanship. Dear Mike, if you're going to throw a temper tantrum on national TV, at least LOOK at the camera when you offer your half assed apology. Despite the fact that you're 0-3 on the season, there is absolutely no reason so behave like a spoiled brat .

For your viewing pleasure.



Oh, and Greg. Should have gone to Michigan when you had the chance.

19 September 2008

18 September 2008

93 Days

93 Days until my sister comes home. I'm not obsessing - she started counting long before I did, but now that we're all on the same page, Zurich is lovely, but Hamilton is where your heart is <3.

I'm having a pretty hard time with these "pro high fructose corn syrup" commercials.
a. everyone knows that shit is bad for you
b. every time I see one, thats 32 seconds of my life that I'll never get back

I'm at a loss. I'm going for a run.

11 September 2008

Fabri Fibra

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for roommate.

10 September 2008

Ready

I think that my hiatus from life has lasted long enough. Things are looking a little brighter since I started working on my Art History pre-recs for graduate school. That in itself was a battle. Like all good college students, I finished all my major and minor work in four years, but was left with a very exciting algebra class (or two) to push me into the purgatory of fifth year senior.

This is no one's fault but my own, as I put off taking the placement test until.......April. Whatever. I was sure that I couldn't possibly be the only senior at RU to pull this crap. I was wrong. The professor opened the first class by taking a poll of how many of us were freshmen (everyone) and then proceeded to congratulate said freshmen on being in their first college class. Listen up, buddy ( I was want to say) this is my LAST class, so if we could just move on to x's and y's I'd be a lot happier. Thanks.

Upon returning home I hid my head in the sand for about a week, and here we are today. To alleviate some of the feeling that New Brunswick is sucking away my will to live I started taking Art History prerequisites in the hopes that RU will take me back in the coming years to do my master's work. Here you have to have six classes of Art History completed before you can be considered for the program. I feel like I've got just a little bit of direction now, and thats nice.

Work hasn't started yet (not until Saturday) so my afternoons consist of napping and gymming. This may sound all well and good but I think its leading to moping and complaining (more than usual).

I am awaiting the light at the end of New Brunswick.

02 September 2008

Embarassing

I've been avoiding everything, including this blog, because I am totally distraught about being a fifth year senior, I don't want to give swimming lessons for the rest of my life, I want to start on my master's work, I'm annoyed that the idiots upstairs keep parking me in the driveway, and I have NO IDEA what I want to be when I grow up. So, I'm in hiding. Too bad.