What a weekend....

So, I went out and partied Saturday night. What an interesting night. I probably remember the entire night, but on command I can't recall most of it. I vaguely recall dougie-ing.

Also, this weekend I spent most of the time writing a program for my CS139 class, which was supposed to be like a Mad Lib. It was quite difficult, but I think I got it figured out.

Ugh, I can't think of anything to write. Has anyone seen The Office? My roommate watches it all the time, so I decided to start watching it from the beginning. I like the characters on it a lot better than the ones on Glee - I feel like the characters are real people instead of silly high school stereotypes. Now don't get me wrong, I like Glee; it's just that I like The Office more. Maybe I should go see more Glee and then decide again. However; the one thing I dislike about Glee is the fact that they redid Don't Stop Believing. I liked that song when Journey did it, but I don't like the Glee version.

So anyway, lessons from this weekend:
 - After parties, I dislike stairs; see quote on Facebook. If you're not friends with me, I said: "I wish I were Mary Poppins so I could slide up those stairs."
 - I'm stoked for Germany this winter - I might get to see some people from my hall there.
 - Chipotle is freaking amazing. But then again I already knew that.

POSTING SCHEDULE

Okay, I think I'm finally developing a posting schedule. I think I'll be posting every Wednesday and Saturday...now I just need to make myself write one on Saturdays.

Anyway, so far in the Assassin game I've killed seven people, which is waaaaay more than anyone else. I feel so proud of myself.

I've also been reading The Oatmeal. It just makes me think and is interesting.

This post really had no meaning other than I wanted to tell you all my posting schedule.

BAH.

p.s. Aria and Chandra.....3 weekends!

p.p.s. I miss City At Peace.

FINALLY!

Bahahahaha. I have found my inspiration.

Allie Brosh just posted a new blog...post....(it feels redundant to say that) and it completely reminded me of my childhood. I was much like that too (or so my parents say) - hyper, out of control, and completely focused on one thing whenever I needed to be. I can only remember a few scattered incidents from my childhood, so I'll just tell you the one that defined most of it.

I used to live in Texas right up until I was about 6, when we moved to Virginia for my dad's new job (at the time I believed we were going on a secret government mission that I couldn't tell anyone about; so, of course, I told everyone). And like all moves, I left behind my best friend in the entire world: Alex Wolf. I can't remember much about him now, except that he had vividly bright red hair and we spent almost all our time together being uncontrollable kids.

Well, one time, when we were both 3, I was having a playdate at his house (I think he lived on a cul-de-sac) and I brought over my tricycle so we could ride around and make motorcycle noises and be cool. Now, I can't remember exactly how this next part happened, so I'm going to tell it like my parents and former babysitter told me it happened:

I was riding along the sidewalk when I either got distracted by someone calling my name or wanted to get out of the way of a car that was backing out of a driveway I was riding across. Either way, I decided that the best course of action to remedy the situation was to turn IMMEDIATELY down the driveway. Now, on a bicycle this would have worked - the wheels are directly in line, so turning is easier. On a tricycle, however.....speedy turns tend to flip them. And that's exactly what happened. I flipped my tricycle and bit pavement mouth-first, cracking my two front teeth and probably doing severe damage to my head. I can't remember whether there was a car or not, but it definitely didn't run me over, so I tend to not believe there was one.

Then the usual followed: crying parents, a quick trip to the emergency room, and voila I'm home. The only part I remember from all of that is lying on the emergency room table, looking up at the bright lights and seeing doctors in lab coats hovering over me. I think I was pretty heavily sedated at this point, so I didn't develop a phobia of doctors or lab coats; I thought they were the coolest things ever.

Once I got home, my parents sat me down and had an important talk with me: how I had two fake front teeth now and I shouldn't be irresponsible with them. Of course, this resulted in me pulling them out and examining them, and that became the cool thing I could do for the next five years. That kid can jump off the swing? The other kid can do a backflip? Well I CAN PULL MY TEETH OUT. AND PUT THEM BACK IN. BEAT THAT.

This probably is why I'm so unfocused later in life - there's probably some deep philosophical meaning to it, but I can't figure out what it is.

p.s. Sorry about the lack of posts! I've been doing college-related stuff like sleeping and going to class, so I haven't had much time to do a post.

p.p.s. Mom and Dad....don't correct me if I got anything wrong in this story. I like it the way it is.

p.p.p.s. Go to hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com and check out the story that gave me inspiration!

And so the game begins......

A floorwide game of Assassin has just begun. It's on.

I'm already planning on how to run my days from now on to keep myself as safe as possible (using Dwight's safeties, wearing comfortable running shoes so I can get away easily, and other things I'm not going to write here so that if my assassin is reading this they don't get any hints). I don't know who my assassin is yet, but they're in for a rough time. Better be ready.

Also, the person(s) I'm assassinating better be on their game.

Agggghhhhh I want it to be tomorrow so I can start this game!

p.s. Sorry for not posting in three days....I was having a hard time finding inspiration/being motivated to write a blog. I guess that's a bad sign...but I'm feeling a lot more motivated now. I guess people just go through phases like that.

p.p.s. Some of the reasons I haven't posted are: Walmart, N64, money, and school. In that order.

Crashing......crashing.....

OH. MY. GOODNESS.

I was awake until 6:30 am. With work at 10 am. (for those that don't know the story, I watched Nightmare on Elm Street and then did a mind-game on myself until then) It was terrible. I really need to learn how to deal with horror movies better. I got back from work at 4 and promptly went to sleep, and just woke up about five minutes ago. I'm going to make some cookies and take a shower and then go back to sleep.

I'm sort of an amateur cook - I enjoy making things, but I don't really have the skills or the recipe set yet to be great. Also, the kitchen downstairs is really sketchy - the fire alarm is really sensitive and the oven tends to burn/overcook things if I leave them in there for too long.

I also just finished reading the book Scepticism, Inc. It's about a man who decides to challenge those who believe in religion to "put their money where their metaphysics are" and bet money on whatever they believe in. It eventually turns into a bad thing, but I'll let you discover what happens for yourself. There's also a supermarket trolley that climbs Mt. Everest, but there's another whole backstory to that. I definitely recommend this book; being an atheist, it gave me a whole new perspective on faith and why people choose to believe in something that is impossible (or near impossible) to prove.

much too early

I woke up at 9 am this morning, which was a personal achievement for me since I usually only wake up around 1 pm on the weekends. Then I got kind of lost on the way to breakfast on The Commons, but I eventually found it.

Bah, I can't be funny while I'm watching Nightmare on Elm Street. I'm just waiting for something to jump out and scare the shit out of me. I'm terrible with horror movies - I do that thing where after a movie I start imagining everything being real and in my bedroom and right in front of my face and OH GOD IT'S COMING AFTER ME.

But I think I'll be fine - there are four other people in the room with me, and we're keeping up a pretty steady commentary throughout the movie, so I'm not getting that scared.

Anyway, nothing monumental happened today besides the fact that I spent the entire day with my parents, with a short break for homework. Sounds like a fun day, no?

UPDATE: I'm kind of freaked out right now and don't feel like going to sleep even though I have work at 10 am.....that movie just scared me a ton.

UPDATE #2: It's now 4:30 am, and I still haven't slept yet. Jeezum, I really need to work on this. It's also really freaking hot in my dorm, that might have something to do with it.

The weekend is here!

So, this weekend my family visits me at JMU. I'm kind of excited, because I'm going to see a comedy show tonight, but I'm also reaaaaaally tired today because I was partying last night until around 2:30 am. The frisbee house is great - people are really chill. AND - I still woke up in time for my 10 am class. Very proud of that.

Ugh, I can't think of anything to write about right now. Maybe I'll just leave this post for now and update later today as things happen.

UPDATE #1: Yes, I changed the title. I felt like it. I can't really explain why, I just didn't like the old title.

UPDATE #2: My parents arrive in a few minutes and I still don't know where I want to go for dinner.