Oh! I'm still here!

And I haven't posted anything in a long time due to lack of interest, laziness, and being preoccupied with (le gasp!) more important matters!

I don't think I'm gonna follow up with my first post and write about some of the things I claimed I would write about.

An excuse: I had to buy a new lap top after my mac died. So I lost EVERYTHING that I previously had

Yet I do have some ideas brewing in my head.

1) Graphic novels: being used in the classroom and how they're different than comic books
2) Adventure time with finding jobs in a poor economy: what looks good and what's expected of my (or our) generation
3) A comical way of looking at the Trojan war :3 tee hee *dork*
4) Horror games and how they can be psychologically terrifying >_< (H.P. Lovecraft?)
5) Vampires, vampires, fuggin' vampires! Oh, my God, why. (ololol).

The Men From Up The Stairs

Interestingly enough, this metaphor is commonly found in conversations between Kelsey and myself.

Pet peeves/Things that annoy me

Now that I'm in college, I've developed new pet-peeves and have discovered more things that annoy me.

. . . This is not an accomplishment.

Here's my list, in no particular order:

1. Being poked
2. People smacking their lips/going "tp-aah" after taking a sip of a drink
3. The sound of someone clipping their nails
4. Hearing people kiss
5. Loud chewers
6. People banging on their keyboard when they type, when you're trying to sleep

I Have Something Really Important to Tell You Guys:

So, because you're all my buddies, I figured that you guys had a right to know this about me. It's a bit hard for me to talk about. . . I hope this won't cause any sort of drama or conflict or anything, but this is a blog, and maybe I am actually being one of those whiney bloggers. So please bear with me, because I. . .











Wait a minute. . .

























This isn't a blog. . .






















This is a FLIPPIN' PRINCETON ACCEPTANCE LETTER well now how the hell did that get here?!

A Possible Start of Posting Awesome Poems

"Modern Man"

I'm a modern man.
A man for the millenium.
Digital and smoke free.
A diversified, multicultural
postmodern, deconstructionist,
Politically, anatomically,
and ecologically incorrect.

I've been uplinked and downloaded.
I've been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing.
I know the downside of upgrading.

I'm a high tech lowlife.
A cutting edge,
state-of-the-art,
biocoastal multitasker,
and I can give you a gigabyte
in a nanosecond.

I'm new wave
but I'm old school,
and my inner child
is outward bound.

I'm a hot wired,
heat seeking,
warm hearted
cool customer,
Voice activated and biodegradable.

I interface from a database,
and my database is in cyberspace,
so I'm interactive,
I'm hyperactive,
and from time-to-time,
I'm radioactive.

Behind the eight ball,
ahead of the curve,
riding the wave,
dodging a bullet,
pushing the envelope.

I'm on point, on task,
on message, and off drugs.
I got no need for coke and speed,
I got no urge to binge and purge.

I'm in the moment,
on the edge,
over the top,
but under the radar.

A high concept,
low profile,
medium range
ballistic missionary.

A street-wise
smart bomb.
A top gun
bottom feeder.

I wear power ties,
I tell power lies,
I take power naps,
I run victory laps.

I'm a totally ongoing,
bigfoot, slam dunk,
rainmaker with
a proactive outreach.

A raging workaholic.
A working ragaholic.
Out of rehab,
and in denial.

I got a personal trainer,
a personal shopper
a personal assistant,
and a personal agenda.

You can't shut me up,
you can't dumb me down.
'Cause I'm tireless,
and I'm wireless,
an alpha male
on beta blockers.

I'm a non-believer,
I'm an over-achiever,
Laid-back
but fashioned-forward.

Up-front,
down-home,
low-rent,
high-maintenance.

Super size,
long lasting,
high definition,
fast acting,
oven ready,
and built to last.

I'm a hands on,
foot loose,
knee jerk,
head case.

Prematurely
post traumatic,
And I have a love child
who sends me hate mail.

But I'm feeling,
I'm caring,
I'm healing,
I'm sharing
a supportive bonding
nurturing primary
care giver.

My output is down,
but my income is up.
I take a short position
on the long bond,
and my revenue stream
has its own cash flow.

I read junk mail,
I eat junk food,
I buy junk bonds,
I watch trash sports.

I'm gender specific,
capital intensive,
user friendly,
and lactose intolerant.

I like rough sex.
I like tough love.
I use the f word in my email,
and the software on
my hard drive
is hardcore,
no soft porn.

I bought a microwave
at a mini mall.
I bought a mini van
in a mega store.
I eat fast food
in the slow lane.

I'm toll free,
bite sized,
ready to wear,
and I come in all sizes.

A fully equipped,
factory authorized,
hospital rested,
clinically proven,
scientifically formulated medical miracle.

I've been pre-washed,
pre-cooked,
pre-heated,
pre-screened,
pre-approved,
pre-packaged,
post-dated,
freeze-dried
double-wrapped,
vacuum-packed,
and I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

I'm a rude dude,
but I'm the real deal.
Lean and mean.
Cocked, locked, and
ready to rock.

Rough, tough, and
hard to bluff.
I take it slow.
I go with the flow.

I ride with the tide.
I got glide in my stride.
Drivin' and movin',
sailin' and spinnin',
jivin' and groovin',
wailing' and winnin'

I don't snooze,
so I don't loose.
I keep the pedal to the metal
and the rubber on the road.

I party hearty,
and lunch time is crunch time.
I'm hanging in,
there ain't no doubt.
And I'm hanging tough,
over and out.

-George Carlin (RIP)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMvjwF6jB0Q&feature=related

Pizza: Gateway food to creative meals

Ok, so I've always kind of grouped pizza together in a separate category from everything else. It's not pasta, it's not a sandwich, it's not a soup. . . and the crust is the best part. When you usually think of pizza, you think of bread, cheese, and tomato sauce. When you think of toppings, you think of extra cheese, peperoni, mushrooms, sausage, broccolli, peppers, and anchovies.

But apparently, you can put anything and everything on pizza, and it would still be edible.

Since I've come to college, I never knew how creative you could get with pizza. I guess the dining hall is just desperate for a little variety, so they're like "How about some pizza with PIZZAZ!" I'm sure you guys have seen Hawaiian pizza, which just has slices of pinnapple on it. But it gets worse than that. Much worse.

Just last night they had "apple dessert pizza." Apple dessert?! I know that everything we eat all goes to the same place but I have my limits. Putting sliced, syrupy apples and cinnomon on a slice of pizza doesn't look good, and it doesn't exactly smell that appetizing either. Ok, I'll let hamburger pizza slide, with huge chungs of meet and a big slice of cheeze on top. It's still cheeze, and some people like sausage. But tonight, things got kind of fancy. Shrimp scampi pizza. White cheeze on whole wheat dough, with little shrimpies cooked in with the cheese. Uh. . . wha?

Friends: Social Maturity in College

I apologize for my last post which probably bored the hell out of most of you.

I've always considered myself a friendly person, and I've never had trouble making friends. When I first moved to Nisky in first grade, I went home with about 3 people in mind who could be potential friends. I was excited about going to college because I thought that people would be more socially mature.

. . . Wroooong.

Making friends in college is emotionally exhausting. I try to reach out to people and put myself out there, trying to make plans and leaving them messages. Yet people always tend to flow together in cliques, where they have about 3 good friends, and therefore they don't feel the need to include anyone else.

I can't remember the last time someone actually asked me for my phone number/contact info. on their own accord for personal interest, like "Hey, maybe she'll go with me to the game Friday night." Unless we're assigned in groups for a class project and the teacher advises up to exchange info, people still seem reluctant. Some people have even said "Oh just go to my facebook, you'll find all my info there." I suck at finding people on facebook, and I suck at remembering names. If I don't even know your last name, I'm not gonna find you.

Too many people expect friends to float to them, and not enough people are willing to put themselves out there to make new friends, which, according to this logic, I should have a pretty wide circle. Buuut I don't. Because even when potential friends *do* float to people, they make no effort to help start a friendship. WHO NEEDS A JOB WHEN I HAVE ALL THIS "SOCIAL" WORK.