I'd say I'm just downright bitchy

I took a nap the other day, and when I woke up to leave for class, Cassie said, "Did you have a nice nap?" I don't remember what I said but I do remember being very annoyed. I am not annoyed right now. I wasn't annoyed an hour later. But in that moment, it was bad.

I am a terrible person in the morning. It took me coming to school and living with someone else to come to this realization. When I wake up on the weekends, I'm not so bad. But if I have to get up before I'm ready to get up, I am vicious.

When we were in Alabama, Christina still hadn't gotten out of bed or packed and we had to be on the bus to leave in 15 minutes. The rest of us were just about ready to go, but more of Christina's stuff was around the room than in her suitcase. It was 4 am, and the earlier you get me out of bed, the meaner I get. So you can imagine how absolutely grouchy I was at 4 in the morning. I remember ripping the blankets off of her and telling her to GET OUT OF BED. NOW. On the plane, I thought I might kill Steve for wanting the window to be open because I was trying to sleep. When I woke up near the end of the trip, I was having a perfectly fine time and I would say that for the rest of the day I was pleasant.

Now that I have realized that it is me causing the problem, and not the rest of the world (how was I supposed to know that the world is actually able to function normally as I slept? I thought it just got really aggravating while I was gone), I have tried to be nicer. And you know what? It just doesn't work. I don't know why, but I can think something nice in my head and it comes out completely opposite. I can't leave voicemail in the morning; I sound angry on the phone. I try to say things nicely, but my body won't do it. My face won't smile. It is so bizarre. Usually, it's worn off after an hour and all is well.

So, I'm sorry I can't have a normal conversation in the morning, Cassie. And I also need to apologize to my dad, who always came in every day before he left for work to say good bye and see what I was doing after school. You want me to like, think? Are you serious? He usually left about 20 minutes before I needed to get up, and everyone knows how great those last 20 minutes are. I could manage to say, "good morning, I love you, have a good day," but only sometimes. Mostly, though, I would be hard pressed to answer coherently, politely, and accurately. This was usually not good and resulted in frustration on both parts (although I was already sleep-induced frustrated).

So, I'm sorry if you've ever had to deal with me when I had to get out of bed before I felt like it. Give me an hour, and I will be nice. I promise.

It's True!

There really has been a Universal Shift in my favor. If you've never had one, it's one of the best feelings in the world.

Quote of the Day

Rick (as he plays an internet game during class): "I refuse to be dragged onto topic, dammit!"

"That's not as bad as the time I..."

So I've been looking for a good reason to blog about the incredibly high temperature in Mary Lyon. Although we haven't turned on the heater in our room yet this year, it is about 85 degrees unless we have the window open and two fans on. It's even worse in the halls. Well, tonight, I found a great way to tell you about this unfortunate situation.

Cassie, Christina, and I were sitting out in front of our dorm after meeting Steve to get Christina's forgotten umbrella, and we started to talk about all the embarrassing things that have ever happened to us. Little did we know that everyone else's windows were open because IT IS SO HOT in their rooms as well. So...the RA from upstairs came down and told us that we were being loud enough to hear in all the rooms. There was this moment of realization where you could see the three of us going over what we'd said in our heads and looking at each other in disbelief. Well Mary Lyon, hope you enjoyed your late-night entertainment and I'm sorry if it kept you awake.

P.S. If you live in the room above Cassie and me, I do not apologize for being loud at one in the morning. In fact, I hope we kept you up. Payback's a bitch.

Another thing I'm wondering

How is it that my mom turns out to be right about ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING???

Almost Halloween

First: Nice pumpkins, family.


(I'm not sure whose is whose, but I think they're all pretty impressive.)



Tonight I found out my mailbox combination for the second time this year and taped it to my dresser so I won't forget it again. This means (and this is very exciting for all of you) that you may NOW start to send me mail. I know you're excited. So am I. If you don't have my address let me know. I don't want to deprive you of the opportunity to send me mail and presents. :)

It's hard to believe that there's only one week of October left. It feels like the semester just started, but next week marching band ends and in a month I'll be heading home for Thanksgiving! It's scary to think about all the stuff I have left to get finished by the end of the semester...it's frustrating that for years, the worst thing about school was that the weeks took forever to be over, and now the hardest part is that I wake up and it's suddenly Thursday and I have two papers due and a quiz. Last week wasn't bad and this week isn't either, but the week after that is going to kill me: 2 exams, 2 papers, 2 quizzes. AND the Tuesday night football game. Time to go study...

Wondering

Why we spent 45 minutes discussing a non-existent machinery company's drug testing policy today in English. Three words for you, prof: WASTE OF TIME.

Or why my town's street fair has its own website. I think that is like the weirdest thing ever. I mean there is a loudonville.com, but the fair website is...better.

I am so confused.

Fall Break

I had a pretty nice fall break. If you can call having no classes on Friday a "break." Which for me meant that I only got out of one class, so to make it seem more like a break, I just skipped philosophy on Thursday.

I wore flip-flops home and stopped at my sister's volleyball game on the way there. I felt a little stupid: Sure, flip-flops in 40-degree weather are okay in Oxford, but at home they think it's a little weird. Can't really blame them.

I had such a good time with my best friends from high school, too. Lindsey and I went to the freezing football game Friday night, and afterwards we reminisced about ASYC.

On Saturday morning, I came back to Miami and Rachel came down too. We had a blast! First we went to the hockey game, and then we went over to 708. It was lots of fun and I have to say that I have the best friends in the world. :) I heart you guys, from school and home!

"Yeah. I Know Already."

So I came home and everything I tried to tell my family about what's going on in my life, they just said "yeah, we know, we read it in your blog."

It's sucking all the excitement out of talking to people. I hate that.

Quote of the Day

"There's nothing worse than sappy people with bad grammar."

Good Stuff

Tomorrow the worst week and a half of this semester (so far) will end with a quiz in both Italian and Biology. I'm celebrating by going back to bed as soon as I finish writing this post. I say going back to bed because I already slept from about 9 to 10 tonight. I just woke up because I felt bad for not studying for Italian. Then I decided to do that in the morning.

I guess I shouldn't have said worst week and a half, because a lot of good things have been happening. I got a 96 on the biology exam I took Friday so hopefully the Philosophy paper, Italian project, English project, and Psychology exam grades turn out just as well. Until I get the grades back, I'm just full of the good feeling of being finished with all of it. It's like I'm constantly taking a sigh of relief.

Today Christina and I left band early (feeling oh-so-guilty) to sign our lease for next year. We're now official the 05-06 tenants for All Chest No Nuts (it's on Chestnut and all of us are girls. Get it? I hope so). Afterwards we decided to grab some dinner at Ovations, where the entire band (and by entire I mean my SECTION LEADER Matt, the GRAD DIRECTOR Herm, and about 15 others) had decided to eat. When we ran into everyone, we started to feel actual guilt for leaving. Luckily no one was too upset.

Some other good things are that it is really pretty here right now, and that means it's pretty at home, too. And a good thing about that is that I am going home on Thursday for Fall Break, to see my sister play a volleyball game and watch the football game Friday night. So that should be fun. Then Rachel is coming back with me Saturday morning to go to the Miami vs. Notre Dame hockey game that night. I'm excited because I have not seen Rachel OR Miami Hockey in a long time.

And the last good thing, before I start my Italian cramming--I mean, studying, is that I have been accepted to the Miami University Summer Business Institute, which means that there's a good chance I'll be in Oxford for the summer. It looks like it's going to be fun, because I'll be doing something other than lifeguarding for a change, hanging out with all the other people staying for the summer, and taking far fewer classes. I guess the best thing about this week is that I'm ready to be a junior. Too bad it's so far away...

Sophomore Slump

How do you know you've hit your sophomore slump? When you go out to your car and find dining hall dishes on the hood of your car, you drive to the library and can't find a parking spot, but you didn't really need it because your Italian project group didn't show up anyway, and you have a paper, two projects, and two exams in the following week and don't feel like preparing for them. That is how you know.

To my boys at the pool

I'm listening to "You Can't Always Get What You Want" and it reminds me of this summer.

I saw 10 movies from May to August, and most of those were with the other lifeguards. We'd run home and get showers after work and then pile into two or three cars and head to Wooster (several hours before the movie started, because, you know, it might be sold out, right Scott?). Then it would get crazy.

First of all because all of the boys I worked with love movies, Coca-Cola, classic rock, and being insane. So if you saw as many movies as I did, you would know that the Coke C2 commercial featured the song I'm listening to. Do you see how many things off of that list I just gave that commercial entails? So of course this commercial led to the boys being insane. They loved it, not only the first time we saw it but also every time after that.

So for the rest of the movie, we would always have a good time. Sometimes Kurtis, Josh and I would get a little embarrassed by being with such a rowdy group. But it was always fun. And we'd always follow it up with the requisite trip to Wal-Mart. Things like stealing Wet Floor signs and fake stolen car scenarios always ensued, making the night even better.

So here's my shout out to you guys, I miss all the fun we had this summer, work and all. Love ya.