I'm happy ^_^

I just wrote a four page paper at seven in the morning the day it was due, slightly intoxicated, and got an A-. College is great.

I adore college. I know I really haven't seriously updated in a while (which I regret), but for now I'm going to get down to the specifics and go for it.

(Relatively) Recent news--

Ryan, Saumya (amazing new overachiever friend), and I are taking the most amazing hip hop dance class (which we rock at completely) and we're thinking about joining the school's student run dance company.

I've decided to double major in business and econ. and east asian studies with minors in international relations and japanese

the party scene at ursinus is SICK. mel, you should come visit on the weekend sometime. last saturday consisted of dancing for three hours straight and then chilling in the dorms whilst watching transformers and having thumb wars with a seriously amazing guy who i will probably mention again in the near future

i just got back from sparring Kristen, a fellow blackbelt, in the middle of the dorm hall.

my roommate us quite possibly one of the most awesome people in the world, and i consider her one of my close friends here

i have a five page paper to write but it's okay because i'm running completely on endorphins right now

i got in touch more with kim and christian who i haven't talked to in months, i don't know why because they're so completely AMAZING

i LOVE my life right now.

but anyways, that's it for me at the moment. mel i hope you get better reeeeeally soon, sick at college is no fun at all, and vicky, major squee for rob! i'm so glad you're happy!

<333

8:45 pm: Get off four hour shift at the diner, and stopped at coffee house for dinner, my first real meal of the day (excluding the lucky charms scarfed hastily before CIE).
9:57 pm: Screw up limewire and utter a colorful array of appropriate profanities.
10:36 pm: Study katakana for upcoming quiz .
10:37 pm: Come to the realization that I am going to fail upcoming quiz.
10:38 pm: Play The Sims.
11:57 pm: First attempt at sleep.
12:45 am: Hall idiots (probably intoxicated) fall into our wall several times in rapid succession.
1:15 am: Idiots return with BULLHORN and proceed to shout "testicles" over...and over...and over again.
1:16 am: Roommate threatens to shove aforementioned bullhorn up idiots' rectal cavity if activity is not immediately ceased.
1:36 am: Discouraged by roommate's violent response, idiots proceed OUTSIDE dormitory to shout "testicles" repeatedly.
1:37 am: Conclude that some individuals must not have been beaten enough as children.
2:05 am: Second attempt at sleep.
2:27 am: Fire alarm sounds. Building evacuated.
2:33 am: Dorm advisers learn that guard authorized to shut off fire alarm is unavailable. Students proceed to sit outside for the next twenty minutes.
2:50 am: Walk to Wawa with Ryan and other roommate to kill time.
3:24 am: Return to dormitory and realize that any chance at sleep is lost.
3:25 am: Take bizarre cracked out pictures and upload to facebook.
3:45 am: Compare Ryan to molecule of ATP.
4:36 am: Have trippy conversation with roommate about waffles and kinky nuns until 5:56.
5:56 am: Sleep.
6:27 am: Wake up.

Fin.

I wrote this lengthy, poignant entry describing exactly how I felt about the current situation and I meant for him to read it and to understand...and then I deleted it.

Do I really think I can explain two months of low self esteem and helplessness and a feud with a person I once considered one of my closest friends in one lj entry?

If you actually do read this (and you probably only will because you will have been looking for a "bitchy" entry to use against me), drop me a line; we need to talk.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQnd-VHiEAk

also...

be back in the 'bury this thursday night!!

Apparently, I have no right to be upset, to feel anxiety and uncertainty about my future, because I directly create every bad and troublesome event in my life. Well, you know what? Screw you. I take action when I deem necessary. I think it's ridiculous to brand me a lazy coward because I don't pick fights I can't possibly win; I know what's real, what's attainable, and aspire to that instead.

I just wanted to get that out of the way, because, truthfully, I'm feeling pretty good right now. Precalc wasn't too horrific. I think I nailed most of the multiple choice, and the write-outs weren't too too bad. In short, I think I passed. Anyways, I'm not sure how craptacular everyones schedules are this time of year, but I definitely want to plan one big, get together to celebrate the actual END of these teenage shenanigans. Some time late June, hopefully once I have quit my job at the old folks home and found one with more convenient hours, ie not seven in the morning to seven at night. Hopefully.

d'arc, if you even still check your friends page: family values tour tickets, on sale at livenation.com, show featuring korn, evanescence, flyleaf, atreyu, hellyeah, trivium, droid, and neurosonic. lawn tickets 9.99, cheapest seats are 29.50, pit's bout 60 bucks. shows at the dodge july 29. ryan you might be interested. mel you too perhaps, more for the revelry and abandon than the music. vix, i think all the death metal kids would scare you =] comment if interested

CHIBI SC3 AVATARS BEEYATCHES

I've come to terms with who I am, what I want, and where I'm going, and it pisses me off that the people who have an effect on my life don't know what the hell they're doing. If you're going to screw around with my mind, then I'd prefer you just fuck off completely.

If you want to, go for it. You've no obligation to me. But these coy little games are not becoming.

(because I don't feel like finishing my Spanish homework)

1. Power nap, power nap, POWER NAP. I cannot emphasize this enough. Aim for late afternoon to late evening. Just a couple hours can get you through to the morning. Hint: keep your little REM indulgence under one hour or above two and half hours, otherwise you'll interrupt the REM cycle and waking up will be a mother. About three hours is ideal, but if you're genuinely pressed for time, keep it short and sweet.
2. Don't start the hardcore school work until after you get the blood pumping: physical activity (bout ten minutes of cardio) will get you PUMPED. It also helps when you start getting a bit drowsy, even if it's just dancing in your living room so obnoxiously that your neighbors would probably call the police if they were awake but ha ha they're not because it's THREE IN THE FREAKIN MORNING.
3. Get in the proper mind set. If you're starting late (and if you can get away with it) turn on the lights and (if possible) a radio in your house. This helps you believe that, "Okay, it's time to be awake and do work," as opposed to, "GODDAMN IT, I HATE this class, why am I UP this late." Although, some time around three you start to think that way regardless...
4. DO NOT DRINK SODA. SRSLY. Waters and juices to start with, energy drinks if your desperate (Monster is a personal favorite), followed by mildly caffeinated green tea some time in the AM. The gargantuan amount of sugar in soda will send you on a sugar high for about forty five minutes. You'll be so hyper you can't focus on anything serious...or school for that matter. When you crash, it'll be twice as awful because you'll be naturally tired at that point. And tea is nifty anyways.
5. Blankets are NOT your friends. They are beguilers, deceitful little courtesans selling themselves for cheap. They'll knock you out and steal your wallet/earrings while you're asleep. Extended metaphor aside, watch out for blankets. And beds. And anything remotely comfortable as a matter of fact. If you get cold, put on a hoodie.
6. Music that you like will distract you, especially if you're at your computer. I suggest watching Nick at Nite, or something equally as mindless, repetitive, and bland.
7. If you're hungry, get a snack (not chocolate or typical snack food ie chips, cheese "doodle" things, etc); hunger will only distract. Bagel Bites are fairly decent: they're quick, they're warm, and they're (basically) edible.
8. If you're essentially finished with your work, by all means, go to bed. But if you still need to stay awake, then take some time out for something you actually enjoy, especially in the more ungodly hours of the morning. Trust me, Simming or blog skimming for twenty minutes is genuine therapy for the worn down teenage soul.

For all those of you who wondered how I did it, there ya go. I'm not simply crazy; the method behind my madness took months to many a package of Bagel Bites to cultivate.

Changing the world one step at a time,
Rory

Help a brother out?

I think I'm going to make it.

Teavana Purchase List

Four Seasons Teapot (18 oz)--$69.95
Misty Bamboo Cup (quantity: 4)--$43.80
Sweet Lily White (20 oz)--$14.00
Moroccan Mint Flavored and Scented Green Tea (20 0z)--$4.50
Rose Marzipan Delight (20 oz)--$6.00
Ti Kuan Yin Oolong Tea (20 oz)--$7.50
Azteca Fire Herbal Tea (20 oz)--$6.00
Perfect Paper Filters for Teapots--$5.99
Total: $157.74
Total with Tax: $167.20

I need a tea fund.

Ryan says that when I'm a broke drunken tea hobo in college, he won't lend me money for my addiction. I guess I'll just have to pimp my $70 Oriental teapot.

EDIT: AND I'VE DECIDED TO GO TO PERU.

I apologize to those I blew up at today. Frustrations are just piling up.

EDIT: I apologize to those of you I blew up at today. who actually give a damn about the magazine.

Ryan and I have decided to fake our own deaths and return as Yugoslavian pop stars. You know, if having real futures doesn't work out for us.

Don't have law paper requirements. Of course. Kinda need. Due tomorrow. Can't bullshit ten pages in one day. Still don't have a topic. Help, people in Practical Law more prepared than I?

If Ben and Jerry weren't such amazing ice cream pioneers, I'd honestly think they were serial killers.

Also, decided I'm not going to New York. I have the awful tendency to have an idea and get others (and myself) really excited about it, and then lose all interest. But you should be expecting it by now.

Love is a prostitute
selling herself for double chocolate macaroons
and overpriced teddy bears from CVS
and that dinner where he coughed up the cash
for her lobster bisque and creme brouiller
and the roses he left on her pillow
so he could get laid.

Love is a prostitute;
Hallmark is her pimp.

EDIT: Here ye, here ye, RYAN HAS GOTTEN A LIVEJOURNAL: DJ_Swizzle

It's an interesting realization: Nick and I aren't black sheep in our family for being bitter, cynical, and sarcastic, we're just genetically predisposed toward such characteristics.

My mom's great.