Awful Internet and the Rantings of a Friday

"Your internet should always be fast and reliable. But I will send a note to maintenance"

Why? Oh, maybe because we can't ever connect to the internet in our apartment after the hour of 4 p.m. System overload is our best guess. All we know that homework and hulu t.v. shows has become virtually impossible at night. Good thing we have movies and seasons of I Love Lucy to watch on our real life t.v.

Our quick fix remedy? Ethernet cables. Who would have thought right? Three cheers are in order for my dad and his possession and knowledge of such items.

Two classes on Friday is golden. I wake up, head to my 9 a.m. class, then head to he library, print off whatever I need to print, grab an amazing breakfast burrito (the burritos here are to die for everyone, I don't think you really understand. It's a 'you made it through the week without collapsing treat to myself') sit down on a lonely table by myself, plug in Fall Out Boy, Augustana, or whatever strikes my fancy that day, and dive into homework/internet surfing. (the internet speed on campus compared to the speed at my apartment makes me feel like I traveled to the future) I then waste about 2 1/2 hours of my day doing almost nothing before heading off to my last class.

Seems like a pretty safe and sound routine right? I thought so. Up until I somehow jammed the school printer without actually touching the massive machine. (they needed a new one anyways...) With that out of the way I went to the crossroads to get my breakfast and finish annotating a paper for English. As soon as I open my water to take a sip, I trip on absolutely nothing, totally soaking some poor man sitting innocently at his own table... I would have consoled him, helped him clean up, dry off, anything. But he ran away like a super hero with a call from the mayor... Awesome...

Not only that, but it's a curly hair day, seeing as I didn't fall asleep til 1 a.m. and had no desire to get up early to dry and straighten this mess.

Good thing the boy tells me he like my curly hair.

Being a people watcher shouldn't be as much fun as it really is. I'm reaching creeper status rather quickly.

The boy always tells me how much all of the teachers love him. He's the kid in the front row with all the answers and the occasional smart alek comments. I hate kids like him in my classes. I sit in the back, answer when called upon, and have a strong desire to debate anything that anyone says that I don't completely agree with. And my smart alek comments come out of my mouth like they are on a conveyor belt... haha. that's probably why all the teachers don't like me too much and sent me into the halls in high school

Well. I hope you all have a great weekend.

(my apologies for the sadistic tone throughout this entire post.)

The College Library Chronicles:2

Guess who showed up again today? Yep. The guy from last time... Golden.

"Hey! I knew I'd see you around! Are you doing anything this weekend?" "Yeah, I have a lot of homework to do and to get ahead on cause I'm going to Utah on Tuesday and Wednesday." "Oh cool! What are you going to Utah in the middle of the week for?" "My boyfriend is taking me to a concert of my favorite band." "Oh. Boyfriend. Awesome..." *Awkwardly turns head to the side* "Well... I guess I'll see you around sometime." "Yeah, see you later"

Talk about awkward right? Poor kid.

I've grown accustom to eavesdropping on the student employees sitting at the front desk, very near my study area. What are they talking about today? How they are so glad the international students get on campus jobs. Gives them an advantage against all the other girls when it comes to dating the black men.

Good luck ladies.

That's all.

An Actual Blustery Day-and a Wednesday

Walking to class the goal wasn't to get there on time. The goal was to get there without being blown over. Think I'm kidding? Come up to Rexburg. I nearly got knocked off my feet more than once. And my breath was taken away several times as I trekked around campus.

Ridiculous

Although it made for some great hair days from the female portion of the students, and when my coat is zipped up all the way and my hood is up, you can only see my eyes and nose. I looked like that of a lime eskimo. I had a rather enjoyable time trying to maneuver my way around things. But I could tell that I was in the minority.

A storm is on it's way. Finally.

Just, everyone cross your fingers that it doesn't hinder my concert attendance on Tuesday.

The College Library Chronicles:1

"What's up girl! haven't seen you in a while." *grabs left hand* "You married up yet? I thought you would have been gone by now..." *moves over to another girl* "What's up girl! haven't seen you in a while." *grabs left hand* "You married up yet? I thought you would have been gone by now..." Got to love eavesdropping

Sitting across from Mr. Jock.-

"Boom!" *setting down bag. "sorry, my bag is way heavy." "yeah I noticed" "haha..."

Awkward pause. I then retreat back to my readings about Arab's.

"So, you come here often?" haha. Are you kidding me? "Yeah. It's the library."

"You're funny" Gee, thank you. I'm really trying.

About 5 minutes later.

"So, your hair is really pretty. I like the curls a lot." "Oh thanks. It's not my favorite." "It should be. It's really cool. It matches your pretty green eyes too" "Oh, thank you" *cue sweet smile*

2-3 minutes

"So, what are you doing this weekend?" "Going to Utah" "Oh, sweetness. Is that your home?" "Yeah" "Oh nice. Well, I have to get going. Maybe I'll see you next week back here around the same time?" "Haha, probably. I come here regularly in between classes" "Hmm. I'll keep that in mind." *Wink*

Wow. That was awkward.

One Full Week

It's been exactly a week since the beginning of this semester. Let's write up a review

-Taylor is a great roommate. We get along a little too well.

-It's a cold walk to class in the mornings. Very cold.

-Tennessee boy is a good time. We enjoy one another's company. Walks home are fantastic.

-Visual media-well, at least now I know I will never go in to graphic design. It blows my mind that some people can make full on, professional cartoons on the same program that I can barely make a square. I'm an idiot.

-Teryaki stix will feed you for a good 4 days in one container.

-Weekly dinners with Katy are much needed.

-English teachers should not be 25, they should not have graduated from college in July, and they should not be single. get. me. out.

-The Middle East is intriguing.

-The library is a fantastic place to eavesdrop.

-Cuddles, you were much missed. So glad to see you at school again.

-Dodgeball?

-Running. It's still a strange addiction.

-The boy came up this weekend. Decided on it an hour before he left. Good thing he brought a friend for Taylor. What a weird weekend.

-Book of Mormon with Brother Bear? Yes please.

Gotta love school.

Rock It Out

Want to be avoided much like a plague?

How about you just want some 'me' time, and nobody to bug you.

Head right to a highly populated area, sit yourself in the middle of everything, and then put in headphones.

Headphones work magic my friends. Magic.

Love the Subject-Hate the Class

I walk in, sit down, and situate myself. Just another class right? Then shorty mc-shorterson with possibly the best built body that I have ever seen sits down next to me. "hmm." I think to myself. "This class might be rather nice."

Cue professor. "Well class. Welcome to understanding the Middle East. Good thing all of you are here, because none of you actually understand it at all." He takes a seat on his podium, then proceeds to kick off his shoes, revealing mismatched, colorful socks.

I immediately knew I would like this professor.

"I believe in a casual life, with casual dress." As he loosens his tie, unbuttons the top button of his shirt and stretches out a bit.

"I love this subject. I've spent more than half my life in the middle east as an archaeologist. But, I hate teaching this class."

*audible gasp*

"Don't worry. I'll teach it all to you. But I get rather frustrated, rather quickly. So deal with it. I also have back and foot problems. So you can deal with those as well. I don't believe in Brainhoney/I-learn. I will be grading your papers with a red pen, you will be collecting them all when I hand them back. And that is how you will know your grade. I, lucky for you, do have a website though, so, through google I'm sure you can find it. You have an assignment posted. Print out some maps. Don't worry though, I won't make you color them in. I'm not a total freak. Good luck people"

Professor, this could be the start of a great semester.