Snow Days

Lemme tell you. Snow days are even better in college. For one, you get to spend it will all of your friends, so there's no bickering over whose house you're getting snowed in at. Second, you can get as much junk food as you want and your mother isn't there to yell at you and tell you to eat healthy. For instance, I was craving ice cream so while we were at the market we got ice cream. I know that might sound like a contradiction...but who the hell cares?? Third, you can stay in bed all day if you want to. I plan on spending the majority of my snow day in bed watching tv. And maybe, just maybe I'll venture out for the campus wide snowball fight at 1 tomorrow. Maybe. It depends on if we are supposed to get the 22 inches that some weather channels are predicting. They are calling it the snowpocalypse 2011. We'll see how it all pans out.

A little reminder of spring

As I was booking it back to my dorm in between my biology study session and band, I walked past a patch of grass and noticed something odd. First of all, it was odd to see grass in the first place, considering Columbia got about 9 inches of snow last week and it's not going anywhere fast. However, in front of the Natural Resources building there was a patch of grass that had all the snow melted away on it. How this happened, I have no clue. Maybe a heating vent nearby? Anyways, the little patch of hope among the white abyss that is our campus contained something even more surprising. Rabbits. Yes, I know rabbits aren't a surprising animal to see in Missouri, but there were a few things about these rabbits that made them special. One, they were out in the winter. In the summer and fall there are rabbits all over campus, but they usually disappear by the time Christmas rolls around. Second, when I walked past, these three continued eating their precious patch of grass instead of bolting away as was usual. I mean, so would I if I had their prime real estate. It was just one of those things that makes you slow down and "smell the roses"...or rather watch the rabbits. Not only that, but it instilled that glimmer of hope that spring brings, and reminded me that the snow will all melt eventually, and we won't have to dress like we live in antarctica anymore.

To party or not to party?? Apparently that is the question.

When you think of college, what's the first thing that comes to mind? Studying? Ha. If only. Most likely its partying. At least, at Mizzou it is. They don't call it the Mizzou Twenty Two for nothing. But is that all that college is supposed to be about?  On all the shows on tv, its not so much about the academics, but about the partying that goes on. It's all very misleading too. Frat parties are what give me the heebie-geebies. I mean, think about it. It's a bunch of guys, paying to have friends. Then, they use their funding to sponsor "social activities" every week. I'd like to know who is in charge of that bank account. Ok, so its Friday night and everyone is going out to parties and what not. I'm all for having fun, but the thought of going to a skeezy frat house, where they don't allow any other guys in because they want all the girls to themselves, is somewhat disturbing. Not to mention they only want you there to get you drunk. You don't have a cup in your hand? Well lets fix that, they say. If you're not drunk, then you're no use to them. Forget trying to make a real connection with somebody, its all about how far they can get down your pants. I'm sorry, but that is not ideal. And the sick thing is, if you don't go out every weekend, you're considered a "prude" or a "loser". What. Ever. I prefer to dazzle the hundreds of attractive guys on campus with my charming smile and playful wit. None of which involves puke running down my face, or a spilt drink on my shoes. And don't even get me started on the extremely messed up "code" that the police have with the frat houses. Frat parties never get busted. Never. I guarantee the first off campus party you go to, there will be cops outside the door, waiting to breathalyze everyone that walks out. But its like there is this invisible line drawn around greek town that the cops don't dare cross. Sure, they drive around every once in a while, but they HAVE to know what is going on inside. They would be idiots if they didn't. I just wanna know who pays them to keep their mouths shut. Wouldn't that make for an earth shattering story.

I guess for now, I will have to settle for the occasional going out (just to get my friends off my back) and many more movies on my laptop. Who said I don't know how to have a good time? ;)

I now step off my soap box...for now.

My Favorite Time of Month

Heads up. This is me bitching about the lovely perks of being of the female type. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Eve, why did you have to go and eat that damn apple? Apples don't even taste that good. What about strawberries? Or pears? Why? I mean, it's not that I don't love having my uterus fall out once a month, trust me its a dream come true. But really? I guess you aren't the only one to blame. There was that blasted serpent we so fondly call the devil too. It's just that it makes concentrating on studying so much harder when I feel like I'm being stabbed in the stomach. Yes, I am fully medicated, but that doesn't seem to take away the pain at the moment. Why is it that whenever mother nature brings you her monthly "gift" that hell breaks loose? I mean, it would be one thing if it was just the pain. I can handle pain, even with my below average pain tolerance. But I mean, why do you have to mess with my serotonin levels too? Is that really necessary? I already cry at the drop of a hat on a regular basis. Now, it seems like the hat only has to wobble a bit for me to tear up. And forget about being motivated. That's just all thrown out the window. Why else to you think I'm wasting my time blogging while I should be reading my communications book? Well, communications isn't that interesting in the first place, but still. Hmm.

A few other things on my mind right now:
-I am currently listening to the Black Swan sound track, and becoming more obsessed with every chord.
-The chocolate muffin I had at lunch today was pretty much the best thing on the planet.
-It is FREEZING in my room right now, but I don't know how to work the thermostat.
-When the fridge turns on it sounds like a ghost is talking to me.
-Haha, that reminded me. In this one auditorium on campus, whenever everyone (all 500 of us at once) puts up their desks, the squeaking sounds like the noise the screeching eels make in the Princess Bride. No joke.
-I hope Emily wins on the Bachelor.
-My right foot is falling asleep.
-I have three tests the week of my birthday, and I'm not looking forward to it.
-I have an idea of where I want to do my "supervised experience" this summer for my agscholars program. Hopefully the vet school will approve it.
-I really need to go read my communications book before I go to lab.

Until next time I get bored, I bid you adieu.

Oh hey bandwagon... ::JUMP::

Ha. So I'm not really that clever...I totes stole that title from my R.A.'s twitter account. But who's to say I'm not using my resources?? Eh? I guess you could say this blog is a way to procrastinate even further with my upcoming studying. Ew. School. Classes start tomorrow, or rather today if you wanna get technical. I'm just glad I don't have any 8am ones like I did last semester. Thank the Lord. Considering I'm quite caffeine deprived at the moment I'm going to end it here, but don't worry. My wit will come back to me. Hopefully.