I absolutely LOVE the use of color here, I can hardly stand it. New favorite color combination, I may just have to try something like them. And it makes me want to go back to Italy so bad!! Especially Amalfi with its beautiful coastline, and delicious gelato: Mora, Amarena, e Cioccolato <3 YUM. (and those who know me know that I really don't say 'yum'...ever.) 

Procrastinating In Procrastination

Ironic? Maybe a little.
Okay so I should probably be doing homework... but I'm not. Clearly. I guess I just figured that it's been a while since I've posted anything, and what a better way to procrastinate than to write, right here and right now?! I'm sure there's an even better way, but right now, this seems like the best option.


In any case, let's see...throwing all abandon to the wind, let us pretend that you, the reader (assuming anyone is reading this of course), are completely captivated by my current thoughts and feelings. Right now I have approximately three or four main ideas/thoughts swirling and circulating through my mind in no particular order:


-I have so much reading to do as far as homework goes, that I'm seriously considering just not doing it...
-I miss my boyfriend like crazy.
-Its getting fairly cold here fairly quickly, and I wonder if I should buy more, warmer clothes...opportunity for online shopping?
-Work isn't giving me anywhere near the hours I was expecting


And now, because I have a very strange feeling that these things aren't going to change anytime soon, I'm going to wrap this up. But don't worry! (for those of you so anxious for expansion of these thoughts, when the mood strikes, I will further inform you and explain them to you. In the meantime, methinks I'm going to post other randoms that may or may not have anything to do with them.

A Watched Pot Never Boils

Annoyingly Accurate; Just Some Thoughts and Observations


Have you ever noticed (I bet you have, unless its really just me) that things never happen when you want them to, or when you're anticipating for them to do so?
Waiting for a phone call. Leave the room, or become busy with something else, and one missed call later, you realize  what happened. (If a phone buzzes on a table, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?)


Wishing for free time. You're exceptionally, and superhuman-ly busy, and all you want is 5 seconds to sleep. When you finally get this free time, its when you're lonely. Everyone else is busy, there's nothing to do, you're not tired enough to nap. (there's nothing interesting on TV)...


I would think of another example, but I think you get my point...unless I'm the only one in the universe who suffers from the inability to control time and space. (but let me tell you, if I could control space and time...don't even tempt me with the idea).


Oh uncertainty, can't live with it, and without it....well reality would be something like alphabet soup...an unorganized amalgamation of everything happening at once. Now to decide if that would be a bad thing or not....

Murphy's Law; As Illustrated Through Move-in

"Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong."


Let me just preface this entire post by saying that if you want to read a story where everything goes smoothly, things go as planned, and stress/ anxiety is avoided completely... I recommend skipping this one.


So, as you may know, Thursday I was supposed to meet my new roommate on campus in the early evening. The plan was as follows:


Step 1:
Meet roommate, and pile her things in the car, drive over to the second union.
Step 2:
Retrieve her student ID, and drive to the desk near our dorms to get the room key
Step 3:
Get to the room, unload, unpack, and maybe have me spend the night.
Step 4:
The next day, open a bank account, pay some bills, show her around campus.
This all seems simple, and would have been too, had not everything gone wrong every step of the way.


First of all, her plane was running late, so that means she got on the bus late, which means she arrived on campus a little later than expected. Which would have been fine, really. It's not like I live 4 hours away, only 2 with traffic.


So in any case, we finally meet up, and load all her bags in the car. Her bags were about half my size, and my full weight, each, so the car was very full. We drove to the second union, and surprise! the ID office is closed. and the people at the desk are in every way the most unhelpful and unknowledgeable that they could have possibly been. they gave her a list of hotels for the night in case we couldn't get the key without the ID. Here's the thing guys, she's not 21 yet, so she can't sign for a room.


We then drove to the place that hands out keys. They were also closed. All the food places for students were closed. Sensing a pattern? So far steps 1-3 have been demolished and step 4 is nearly void.


So she came home with us, and stayed the night. It makes me wonder what would have happened had we not been so close to campus, or if I wasn't able to meet her. That would have been disaster. Way to go guys.


So when we got home, other randoms went wrong. Her lock on her suitcase was broken, my laptop was slow, I hadn't eaten dinner and was hungry, you know, the usual.
Then we all went to sleep (or in my case, tried to), and the next day we ate breakfast, got ready, and took a bus back to campus.


Once we got there, we had the issue of 6 bags and 2 purses to carry. All the way to the other student union. We started on the trek, and that's when I decided that it just wasn't happening. So then we crawled, dragging our stuff, to the nearest bus stop and waited for a metro bus.


We took the bus to our dorm's front desk hoping against all odds that they would give us the key to the room despite the fact that we didn't have her student ID. And if that didn't work, if they would just watch our bags. They ended up giving her a key and a key fob to let us into the building and our room.


Did I mention that there's construction surrounding our dorm building? Yeah, and the only other way we could find to get there is up a hill. At least a 45 degree incline. So we pile the largest bags into a cart, and I basically throw my body weight at it to get it up the hill. My butt is still sore. We gather the rest of the bags, and finally get to the door, to find...


Stairs! (hooray!) we empty the now useless cart, and begin struggling to get these ridiculously heavy, clumsy, and large bags into the building. We get them up the first short steps to find...more stairs inside! (and we're sweating buckets at this point).


We use the last of our strength to get the bags up the internal stairs, and into the hallway. We finally locate our room, and we're home free. There is absolutely no way that my roommate would have been able to do any of this on her own. It literally would have been impossible.
How in any way is that fair? Once again. Way to go guys.


Then, after dumping the stuff in the room, and washing our now aching hands, we leave to go to the second student union to get me roommate's student ID. We take the bus there. Apart from the worker behind the desk being inaudible and impersonal, all went smoothly.
Next, I helped my roommate open a banking account. Luckily, there was a location right inside the second student union, and with her new ID in hand, it went without a hitch.


Then we walked halfway across campus to a walgreens where she bought some essentials for the night, and we headed back to the dorm because my bus back home was scheduled to leave in an hour.


We got on a metro bus back to the dorm with a half hour to spare. After I walked her to our room, I left to catch the bus back home. I had about 20 minutes. It usually takes exactly 15 minutes by metro bus without traffic or construction, and at that time of day, I had both.
So, cursing in my head, I sat impatiently on the bus watching the clock on my phone. A block away from my final stop I book it off the bus because it was taking too long at that specific stop, and run with all my stuff and a pillow under my arm to the bus back home and made it with 5 minutes to spare. I bought my ticket, and then realized how ragingly hungry I was. At least it was only 1.5 hours until I would be home and be able to eat. The lady sitting next to me on the bus was eating. Figures. As you now know, I hadn't eaten all day, and I was exhausted.


I've just now finished packing for my scheduled move-in day tomorrow. Thank God. Finally, soon this madness will be close to over. I'm still excited, and I know all the hard work will be worth it, but I can't wait for the final result of that hard work.


Also, I want a hug. Just sayin'.

The Final Countdown!

Doodle loo do... duh-duh do do do!


Well that's my attempt at "The Final Countdown", but in any case, five days and counting! Today is the 23rd, and I officially move in on the 28th. It cannot come fast enough! I am so excited-- as pretty much anyone who knows me knows-- to pick up and go back to school. I can't wait for it, and everything that goes with it: independence, my own schedule, my 'own space', the ability to make decisions, and the resources to carry out those decisions. I am basically biting at the bit to go back.


In a couple days, I'll be helping my roommate to move in, so I'll be back on campus for a tiny bit. It's going to be like an appetizer, methinks to the rest of the year. I feel good about it, and here's hoping that it goes well!


I just feel so good about everything that's coming my way this year.
Granted, I'm a day behind on packing, and preparation, but I do have some time to get it done, and once I hit that patch of motivation to do it, I'll be on my way. In theory...I'll keep you posted.

The Thought That Counts

"Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore art thou like 20 years older than me???"


The other day I was thinking about chick flicks, romantic comedies if you will, and other well known romances and realized that, though I guess I really knew this all along, that romance-- or rather acts of romance--are really specific to the couple, or whoever one is trying to "woo". For the record, I loath the word "woo". I think it sounds stupid. It's up there with words like "knoll", "crouch", and "nibble". Also, Romeo, at her age, it still doesn't matter if she consents. Just sayin'. Therefore, you're weird and your story does not count in my book.
In any case, it came into my conscious that although it may be similar, or follow certain societal cliches, romance is rather idiosyncratic, and really that's what makes it so special--the uniqueness to the person, and its originality. It's how it's based in reality that makes it so 'romantic'. Paradox much?


It's all in the little random details, memories, quirks, and personality. Its about sharing, and pleasing an individual, for their individuality. I don't know, just some thoughts I ran across in my mind. That, and I find Titanic laughable--personally I think it would have been cuter if he had just drawn a stick figure.


I'm not saying however, that I don't find certain cliche things romantic (because believe me. I do. --see what I did there?), I'm just saying that it goes a little deeper than that for me, and as it should be, I believe. After all, it is the thought that counts, right?


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-a single flower, like a rose or a favorite
-handwritten notes or letters
-unexpected phone calls for no reason
-hallmark cards on non-holidays
-walks during the day, at night,in the sun, in the shade, you get the point.
-a box of chocolates with all the nasty ones picked out
-coming over unexpected
-thoughts
-clever sticky notes
-remembering my favorites
-stars
-stuffed animals, when it's not valentines day
-chocolate covered strawberries
-back and head rubs
-slow dancing
-putting his arm around me, any time
-being gentle
-pleasant and unexpected surprises
-carving initials
-the moon
-eating outside
-pulling out my chair and opening my door
-thunderstorms
-photobooths
-playing with my hair


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told you, some are really random.