A Exhausted and Frustrated College Student's Plea for Help.

Date: December 28th, 2010

Time: 3:05 EST

Currently listening to: Nothing

I don't know if I said this in my last post and I'm too lazy to check so I'll just repeat it. I'm in New York visiting family for Christmas. I've been here for 4 (well now 5) days. I was supposed to leave tonight and everything was supposed to be hunky dory and I would spend New Year's Eve with my boyfriend (because even though we've been dating forever. This would only be our second New Year's together). BUT NO! Something always has to go wrong doesn't it? THE WHOLE FREAKIN EAST COAST HAS TO BE WHITED OUT ON THE MAP BY A FREAKIN BLIZZARD!!!!! But, oh no, it gets better! We called the airport all day and THE EARLIEST they can get us home is JANUARY 4th 2011! AS IN AFTER NEW YEARS! AS IN AFTER CLASSES START! AS IN I WILL NOT HAVE ANYTIME LEFT TO CHILLAX AT HOME IN MY OWN BED!

I'm exhausted, frustrated, and sad all rolled up into one. I'm a mixture of feelings. I am pissed off at the weather and the airports (I mean I'm in New York, I thought they can do anything, WHY CAN'T THEY DEAL WITH THIS?!?!)

So now that I let out all my rage. It's time to calm down. In with the good, out with the bad. We are trying to get an earlier flight by bombarding the airline with calls tomorrow (because we don't want to drive to the airport just to be disappointed). So here is what I'm asking for you readers out there for you to do.

Please pray.

I know that sounds cheesy and weird coming from me. But please. I am pretty desperate to get home before the ball drops and classes start. I am not usually religious but I do believe in the power of prayer when it is used appropriately. And I think this is a perfect time. I will not be happy until I hear "Ladies and Gentleman please lift up your tray tables and put your seats and the upright and locked position. We are now taking off to Portland, Oregon."

All I want to do is go home. Is that too much to ask?

“There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.” ~Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

So put out your cigarette kiss me on the lips tonight

Date: December 21st, 2010

Time: 1:28 pm

Currently listening to: "1983"- Neon Trees

Sorry it's been awhile. I've just been really busy with finals and stuff. I'm proud to announce my first semester of college is over and I am back home with my family.

Last night was pretty cool. It was around midnight and I was just getting ready to go to bed then out of nowhere my friend texts me saying "do you wanna go see the eclipse?" and, being the space freak that I am, replied 'yes' with a whole bunch of exclamation points. She came over and we made a big thermos of hot chocolate, got into her car, and drove up to Mount Sylvania (which is not really a mountain. more like a big hill.)

We parked and squinted at the sky hoping to catch a glance at the red moon. Unfortunately, the clouds decided to be out and move ever so slowly over the moon. We stayed till the hot chocolate was gone (which was a fail. I didn't add enough chocolate). So we drove around in her car blasting Christmas carols, looking up from time to time to see if we could catch a glimpse of the moon. Then we parked the car in front of my house rolled down the windows and stuck our heads out while listening to a medley of classic rock, christmas carols, and songs from our middle school days. We gave up around 1 because the clouds just wouldn't let up. So some people would say it was classified as a fail.

But I think it was a fun fail.

"What's lamer than lame sauce? Not being able to see the moon on eclipse night." - Janae Sawicki

Ohhhh boy

Date: December, 10th, 2010

Time: 4:54 pm

Currently Listening to: "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya"- Dropkick Murphys

I don't think I've ever been this mad before in my whole entire life. But before I start on my rant, please follow the link below and watch the video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VHaX3BAJE0&feature=player_embedded

Pardon my French but what the fuck? Miley Cyrus getting high on shrooms? That's exactly what I want my seven year old cousin to see (who is Miley's number one fan). Why does she feel like she has to have a "more adult" audience? Really? Why does she feel like she has to take her so called "rebellion" into the public eye?

Miley let's get some things straight here. We know you're turning 18 and you are now legally an adult. But you don't have to let people know this fun fact by walking around like you belong in Coyote Ugly.

Oh, here's another fun fact. According to TMZ, at her star studded birthday there is a picture of her and a guy, rumor to be Nickelodeon star Adam "whatever", basically giving her a hickey. Oh boy, I am so glad my cousin is still watching her show. She is SUCH a good role model.

Did I mention her mother was present? Yeah, I know. What happened to Liam, Miley? Didn't want to bang you because you were under aged? Didn't want to take off your purity ring? So you thought you would go for this long hair, saggy pants, B lister? Guess we know who owns your heart now.

At this point I am so done with Miley Cyrus and all this "trying to be an adult" crap. Once upon a time I though she was actually smart enough to actually be a role model. Good luck when you hit bottom Miley.

"I like being the girl nobody can have."- Miley Cyrus

The Dog Days Are Just Beginning

Date: December 6, 2010

Time: 1:10 am

Currently listening to: "I'm In Here"- Sia

So here we go people. The rat race. Dead week. The week before finals. The week where everyone wishes they had the life remote where they can fast forward to Christmas break. Me and my roommate's room has turned into a disaster zone overnight. Papers are scattered everywhere (mostly mine), beds are not made, and the trash needs to be taken out.

I feel like a zombie. And the week hasn't even started yet.

So much to do.

So little time.

To anyone who is out there. My final words: Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please cross your fingers and wish on the evening star that I do well on my tests and I come out of this week alive and not having the sudden munchies for brains.

"There cannot be a stressful crisis next week. My schedule is already full."- Henry Kissinger

PS I have no idea what is going on when I post this. bigger font going into smaller font and vise versa. Blogger must be screwy.

I'm building a still to slow down the time

Date: December 3, 2010

Time: 12:15 am

Currently listening to: Woods- Bon Iver

I want to be floating among the stars.

And not have a care in the world.

I'll float past Jupiter and Neptune.

I'll watch stars explode beautiful colors.

I'll wink at the Milky Way as I fly by it.

I'll hitch a ride off a comet.

And see where it takes me.

I'll wave good bye to Earth.

And turn my back on it for good.

I'll drift.

Off into the vast emptiness.

I'll be weightless.

And move with ease

I'll dance on Saturn's rings.

And prove that Pluto is really a planet.

I'll sing for the stars.

And sleep on the moon.

Because.

All I want to do.

Is live.