humans are good

i find that i love rain. but only on my terms. right now it is crazy raining. like torrential downpour. i actually wouldn't mind this, but now i dont want to walk to my next class. i like this kind of rain when i can go out and enjoy it and dance in it.  i don't like sitting through class where i am soaked through my underwear. so i sing
rain rain go away come a gain another day


i find i am making excuses, subconsciously, to see my parents. i dont know how i could have forgotten so many things at home otherwise. I feel like every week i have to meet up with either my mom or my dad to have them bring me something i forgot.

speaking about me being careless and forgetful...

i feel like this is the most embarrassing story ever, but since i am only writing to my blog constituents, and that only consists of two people, its okay.

on saturday, i get back to my dorm after eating lunch on the Vern, and i realize i have lost my gworld/room key. they were on a keychain together. so then i trek all the way back to the Vern. and the bus was all screwed up, so it took about an hour and a half instead of hte usual 15 minutes. i get there, search absolutely everywhere. like literally, i was looking under every rock and behind every tree. what do you know, i can't find it. So in the midst of my freaking out, i go, cancel the gworld (it has a lot of money on it), and cry a little.

quickly i get over it, and i go get ready to go out for the night. i tell you, it was a FUN night. anyways i wake up the next morning, reach into my purse, and realize something is missing. My metro card, license, and debit card are missing. Now let me make it clear that this group of lost items is completely unrelated to the first. i had these while i was looking for the first set. Now let me ask any reasonable person: how the hell does someone lose all of their most valuable possessions in one day, in unrelated events?

so sunday morning i was sitting in my room with absolutely no form of identification, and absolutely no money.

not to worry, mommy and daddy came and took my to lunch (perks of being close!) and gave me some cash, and helped me cancel my cards.

then monday afternoon, i stop by the UPD office, and sure enough, good Samaritans out there had turned in all of my belongings!
o happy day! my life is not over!
the sun shone brighter, the clouds fluffier, the sky bluer.
i walked back home from the upd building with a giant smile plastered on my face.

i have a new respect for humankind. some of them do look out for others and do the right thing. thank you anonymous good people!

america's got NO talent

is it possible to have no talent? because i don't. while i would love to be good at something, the fact that i am talentless does not phase me too much. my not caring that i am essentially a failure is probably what worries me more...

but seriously, what am i good at?

first possibility: sports.
i am the most unathletic person in the history of the planet. i have no hand-eye coordination, no strength, no speed, no drive. i can't jump high, or be flexible. i can't balance and i can't be aggressive.
i took ballet so i could wear the tutu
on the soccer field i picked daisies and put them in my hair
i took jazz to be with my friends
in basketball i hid behind the person guarding me
in softball i just didnt swing and prayed for balls
field hockey was probably my best sport... but unfortunately that didnt last long.

in middle school we had to run the mile every week. my time in the beginning of 7th grade was approximately an 11 minute mile. my time by the end of 8th grade was 15 minute. thats not right. thats not normal. the idea is improvement. luckily, after having a break over the summer, i was able to get it back to UNDER 10 in 9th grade.

okay, so sports are not my thing. i think im allergic to athletic activity, actually. my ears pound, my body goes numb, my head hurts, and i cramp up. sports should be shunned.


alright, so maybe i should try music. i love listening to the radio, and drumming out the beats to my favorite song. i am tone deaf though, i should probably add.
4th grade i started the violin. i played until 7th grade, and faked my practice sheets every week.
7th grade my mom took me to a private lesson, and the mean man yelled at me and told my mother i didn't know how to read notes. after 4 years.
then i tried piano. i just memorized the songs an what keys to press when. apparently that doesnt count as playing though.
in 6th grade i was the only one in my class whose name wasnt on the 6th grade chorus list. Mrs. Quarrels    just told me it was an accident... right.
last week i was rocking out to the radio with my best friend, and she told me to just stop.
i know my voice is bad, but... i mean... not THAT bad.... right? wrong. my family and friends only laugh.

no american idol for me. i am destined for really drunk karaoke. if that.


okay im not going to go through every possible talent out there. but i think you get the point. im not artistic or inventive. Im not creative or especially intelligent. im not good at languages, and i am not very funny. and obviously, i have not musical or athletic capabilities. it would be nice to be good at something. but im not too angry about it.

every day

let me tell you about my life

every day ( during the week):
i wake up, begrudgingly, early
i go to starbucks and get a tall iced carmel machiato with skim milk and a classic coffee cake
i got to class, and sometimes nap
i sometimes get lunch with anthony
i go to the rest of my classes
i get a cookie
i go on facebook- this takes up approximately 75% of the day
i get another cookie
i eat dinner- sometimes just peanut butter and more cookies. sometimes pasta.
i attempt to do some homework
i call/skype/facebook chat a friend/family member
i make nachos with stale chips that are blue
i watch an obscene number of youtube videos
i watch an tv show that i watch on the given night
i kick myself for being unproductive
i try for some more homework
i do sit ups because i had to many cookies today
i make more nachos because CORNchips and cheese are good for you
i eat a cookie, realize it was the last one, and i make more with one of my roommates. (not the witch)
i watch the witch get mad because we almost used her eggs to make the cookies
i watch the witch eat one of the cookies we made with our eggs
i let the witch step on me
i eat a cookie
i vent on facebook chat about the witch
i try for more homework, end up with more youtube
sometimes i go to the Vern
sometimes i dont come back
i go to be circa 3am


then repeat.