Restored Faith in Christianity

Don't worry it's not one of those blog entries!!!!!

Anyway.  My glasses have been lost for approximately 3 whole days.  I wear contacts but I love my glasses so I can take off my contacts at night and just lounge around, do stuff on my computer, watch tv withouttt my contacts in.  Unfortunately I haven't been able to do that because my glasses have been missing.  Which I already said.

Anyway, my mother always told me...pray 3 half Our Father's to St. Anthony and he'll help you find your glasses.  I literally did that and TWO MINUTES LATER I DISCOVERED MY GLASSES UNDERNEATHE ROOMIE'S BED!!!!  Obviously she didn't hide them, I must have kicked them there or something but stilllll.  Holy miracle or what.

Okay you're probably thinking not but still....I'll just assume it is and chalk another miracle up to the big guy and his dudley-do-right St. Anthony for helping a girl out.

Wooop.

Roommate is a Ill and I am Staying Away

I walked into my bedroom after my long day of classes and working out to find my roommate huddled in a mass of blankets, sniffling and looking sullen.  I am wisely staying away a. for fear of illness contamination and b. she looks quite unfriendly in this state.  If I had soup I'd probably bring it to her but I don't think I do because I despise soup.

Unless it's Trade Joe's Butternut Squash SOUP!  OMG i made the best soup the other day.  Well I just poured it out of it's container, heated it up, put some hard parmesan bread into it and some fresh mozzarella cheese chunks and it was heavenly!  It was a weird combo of sweet soup and salty chunks of goodness.

Anyway, to be nice, I posted this picture on her fb wall.  I think its funny.  However....hm actually she might not like it.

Free Stuff and Almost Getting Run Over

I pay a lot of money for tuition, so in my eyes, any chance I get, I will scour the free giveaway tents of food and trinkets that my college is always hosting.  For instance, today I scored a free chapstick, two cups from a campus women's organization, cotton candy, a banana, a bag of chips, a luke-warm diet lemon lime soda, a rape whistle AND a kiss from the cutest little puppy ever.

This greatly brightened my day specifically because on my way to said expensive school, I was crossing the street at the crosswalk and one lovely lady stopped to let me by while the next lane over a car nearly ran me down.  Being from the hood (NOT) I pointed at the crosswalk sign to which I got a loud beep and a "have a nice day!" from the idiot driving.  Smartly I respond "you too asshole! :)" with a sincere smile and wave.

I probably could have just ignored them.  But you gotta stick to your guns.

Shit there goes my weekly goal of being nice to people though...

Must Change Life

So I made this epic blog post (well I like to think epic) describing how I need to better myself so I am a worthwhile human being.   Also how I have to be nicer to my roommate because I have little patience for stupi..er...uh... well let's just say I have very little patience and my pet peeves are heightened when I live in close proximity to a person.

Lets just say a pet peeve went down approximately an hour ago and left me attempting to be nicer by cleaning out a brita filter.  And creating a drawing on PAINT that illustrates my skillz at low budget paint programs and my current fascination with... britas?

I'm not actually that odd coffee tan color in real life.  I swear I'm more bronzey?  I couldn't get the right color off the paint program.  Also I'm not a guido but I do regularly wear a gold necklace....however it doesn't look as tacky as the one in this drawing.

Adios! :D

Sept. 11

Oh hey and in my spaceyness I created the word spaceyness and realized it was actually spelled spaciness and then remembered it was September 11th.  Most people have vivid stories from that day.  I do not.  I believe I spent the entire night before staying up and finish a homework project for my sixth grade English class...a class where I had to make up journal entries for my whole summer.  So while chaos was ensuing and every single teacher was avoiding telling the students anything, I may have been face down on my desk taking a little snoozer.   After of course, was shocking.  Still didn't know what was going on until I sat down and watched the news with my parents and my uncle.  Afterwards, however, my dad would get funny looks in our predominately white home town since he had black hair and a mustache.  My dad is Ecuadorian and is quite possibly the gentlest soul on the planet...with the exception of his awful backseat driving habit.

I felt bad not posting anything about this day ten years ago on my blog, the day of its inception.  It's not a good starting point and I definitely won't be discussing politics, the world economy, peace/war in the middle east or transportation security administration.  However I might discuss my love of gyros and tzatziki sauce.

Be Prepared

Some people will wake up and realize its just going to be a productive day.  I am not one of those people.  A productive day will just happen to me.  I've already noticed that today will not be one.

I woke up, went to mass, felt very holy and at peace with the world, and proceeded to sneak into my campus dining hall without paying.  Sorry big guy in the sky, this poor college girl has to eat.  From there I decided I could run home, grab my homework and run back to campus to sit down and study for a good 4 hours before any of my on campus meeting commenced.  Incorrect again GG.

Instead I went home, looked up intramural volleyball calendar times, printed out a few things, facebooked like it was my job, my mom called to ask if I was coming home for thanksgiving (duh, I LOVE turkey) and realized I was two hours into my study time.  Time to prep for being productive.

Therefore I gathered my backpack (my big purse was drunkenly left at a fellow friends house....to be retrieved later!) stuffed my laptop in it, grabbed my books...oh  and I think I'll throw in my gym clothes too!  After my meetings I can be athletic and work out.  Probably should throw in my iPod for when I run.  Oh no, you're almost dead!  Your charger can come along too.  Same with blackberry charger.  Oh of course I need my phone...but where is it?  Roommate can you call it?  Is the ringing coming from within my backpack?  Yes?  Phone you're buried underneath all my stuff inside my backpack?  Most excellent.  *Proceeds to empty backpack because of severe and alarming crackberry addiction that doesn't allow me to think of anything else besides my blackberry if I don't have it in my hand*

An hour later I am on campus, seated at my computer and ready to begin this homework assignment.  A chapter vocab sheet for spanish class.  Pretty basic, easily doable.

Except I don't have a pen.  Instead lets start a blog with the hour I have between meetings.