Dear Parents,

Yeah, sorry I'm going to college and everything. I understand it's a lot of money but considering the full tuition scholarship I got and the other scholarship I got that should cover half of room and board, and the fact that this is what you expect of me, you really should not make me feel bad for the money you have to put forth to help me through it.

Thank you. That is all.

28 Days Since My Last Post; I Suck At Blogging.

I've had several ideas for a new post over the past couple of weeks. I could say that I hadn't the time to blog because I have better things to do, but, really, who am I kidding? I don't do anything important.

I did see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1, though. That was pretty important.

Here's a couple of the things I thought of posting but then didn't because I'm kind of a failure.

1. Turbines Are Also Creepy.

Much like sunflowers, people are not often scared of turbines, and so they give me a funny look when I confess my fear of them. However, let me assure you my fear is completely rational.

First of all, look at the size of these things. They're bigger than your house; they're bigger than a telephone pole; they're bigger than the average evergreen tree. They're monstrously large. Why? To intimidate you to your very core.

Now, maybe you've never seen a turbine in real life, but if you were to look up a video on YouTube or some such thing, you may be shocked by what you'll find -- they move. Yeah. These huge, horrifying creatures of man move. Their enormous limb-like propellers spin at an eerily slow speed, as if to taunt you with the possibility of someday uprooting from the ground and sauntering over to where you live and crushing you with their girth.

Every time I see one of these terrifying things spinning, staring at me, blinking its little red light, I can't help but imagine it morphing into one of the strange pod-things from the film War of the Worlds and wreaking havoc all over the place.









2. The Weepies.



This song kind of melts my heart and soul. Enjoy.

Roommate and I

Oh God.

Me: "What should I write about?!"
Roommate: "I don't know! Write about how weird weeks are."
Me: "I'm going to write about our weird-ass relationship."
Roommate: "Don't call it a relationship."
Me: "That's what it is!"
Roommate: "It's a friendship!... When I said 'friendship' just now, I imagined a ship with a flag that said 'friends' on it."

Anyway, Roommate and I have a pretty strange relationship. Let me fill you in on just how strange we are. Let's start at the top.

We are all of the following:
- High school best friends
- Roommates
- Dating brothers
- Future sisters (hopefully =])

Let's elaborate.
- Roommate and I met the first day of high school. Though we were almost complete opposites, we had the exact same class schedule, so we quickly became friends in school. After we started really talking, it turned out that we had the same sense of humor, which I guess is all that really matters, right? After that, high school became one giant fit of laughter for the two of us. We've been best friends ever since stupid health class, Freshman year.

- Summer between Junior and Senior year, Roommate decided that she didn't want to attend any kind of university, but that she'd probably just go to community college because she didn't like school very much. I half-jokingly told her that she should go to college with me and be my roommate. Here we are.

- This Guy and I started dating my Sophomore year (his Senior year) and we've been together for two and a half years now. His brother is a couple years older than him and hadn't had much luck with girls. Even though Roommate had a boyfriend by the time I got to know a little bit about This Guy's Brother, I managed to make them date each other eventually. They met on their own at a party, but I had basically been pushing the idea on her for many months prior. They've almost been dating a year now.

- Someday, maybe, I'll marry This Guy and Roommate will marry This Guy's Brother and we'll all be one happy, weird, family. We talk about it like it's the craziest thing ever (because it is). Our children will be cousins. I'll be her children's aunt. How fucking strange is that?

Anyway, I just thought I should enlighten you guys a little bit. That's just the surface of it all, I guess. I mean, you'd have to spend a lot of time with us to understand the special relationship we have. Gay, I know. Let me end by quoting Roommate a few months ago.

"You wanna hear the gayest thing ever? It's nice that after all this time we can still make each other laugh like we did Freshman year."

Sunflowers Are Creepy.

The other day, Roommate and I were walking and I saw some withering sunflowers. I thought I would tell her something I've never told anyone before: I think sunflowers are scary. She laughed at me, but this is no joke.

Sunfreak

They are so huge, they might as well not even be a flower. They're practically mutants. Look at the freakishness of their stalks! And the flower part is bigger than my head. That's just not right. Every time I pass a sunflower, I think about it coming to life and grabbing me with its huge leaf-hands. Then I realize that sunflowers are, in fact, alive and I wonder what it may be thinking about me.

Don't even get me started on the little hairy fibers all over it, either. That shit creeps me out.

Daisies are nice, and so are dandelions. Why can't we all just forget about sunflowers and stick to daisies and dandelions? They're basically the same thing, just smaller and less horrifying. What good do sunflowers really do for the earth anyway?

Nothing, except frighten me and possibly some small children.

Two Moderately Important Things.

Well, actually, I think they're pretty damn important, but I'm not you, so I don't know how important this post is to you. I hope for moderate, at the very least. Anyway, on to the topics of pertinence.

1. Mumford & Sons



This song has been playing nonstop on my iPod for about a week now. I don't know how much you guys like Folk music, but this is pretty phenomenal nonetheless. Even if you don't like the genre, give this a try. At least marvel at the lead singer's ability to play the guitar, sing, and do percussion at the same time.

I love them! Their album is called "Sigh No More" and it's wonderful. I thought my Musician Friend would like this. Everyone should check her out too. Her link is on the right, called "I Guess This Is Good Stuff." She's just being modest, I swear.

2. “Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again – the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding.” ~Saul Williams

Right? I honestly don't think it could have been said any better than that. This man should be knighted. Sir Saul Williams, the man who put kissing into words. I've been trying to do just that for years until I finally gave up, believing it to be an impossible task. Turns out it's not; you just have to be Saul Williams in order to do it properly.

Two food holes. Also, I think they're both female food holes.

Could you imagine life without kisses? First, take a moment to think about the fundamentals of kissing and just how weird it is. You're putting your food hole on someone else's food hole and occasionally exchanging digestive fluids and maybe touching taste buds. Gross, right?


So why does it feel so good? Why does it incite so many different emotions and floods of hormones? Whose idea was it to kiss for the first time? How are some people so much better at it than others?


There are so many unspoken rules and regulations involved in kissing and other such activities that blow my mind. I feel like I should study this instead of MAT 130. Yes, this definitely needs my attention much more than baby math.


As you can see, I've put much thought into this. Please feel free to comment with your answers to these questions.

Raisins Have Such A Silly Texture

Last week I bought some raisins to add to my collection of dorm-room snacks. This purchase really made me feel better about myself, considering the contents of my snack bin. Also, I remember raisins being a particularly yummy lunchtime treat.

I don't think I remembered correctly. I put a raisin in my mouth last night and literally giggled because it felt so weird to eat a raisin. Chewing it was very interesting because it was much too big to swallow, not the right texture to suck on, and way too small to chew correctly. After about three or four raisins, I put the box away and substituted them for BBQ chips. Eh, I tried.

Also, Jumanji is probably one of the best family films ever made. I know this because Robin Williams is in it, it wasn't RV, and it's basically a roller-coaster of emotion. Fuck RV.

Yesterday, I bought a pretty sweet jacket for $12. I now currently have $11.50 to my name. Excellent.

I've been listening to a lot of Seabird today. They're pretty awesome and you should check them out if you can. Click here and listen to Rescue and then Stronger. Both amazing songs. God, I love music.

Anyway, tonight I'm going watch House and then eat a bunch and then stay up late playing Frontierville on Facebook. I'm so cool, right?

Fuck Marching Bands.

At approximately 6 AM, I was so rudely awakened by some marching bands playing in the football field across the street from my dorm room. Yeah, I was upset that they started so early. How inconsiderate! But the anger I felt this morning is nothing compared to the frustration I am feeling now, fourteen hours later. Why is this happening to me?! 

Marching band competitions should be held at some other college where the football field is a safe distance away from every single living soul that may ever want to sleep or otherwise not go insane. They sound amazing most of the time, but I still feel like this is the seventh circle of Hell.

Also, Roommate almost died today. This morning, after This Guy got here, Roommate began to feel these horrible chest pains that lasted well over a half an hour before she asked This Guy for a ride to an urgent care center.

Yeah, I was worried, but I was also just really glad to get away from those damn marching bands.

In the car on the way to the doctor, I kept imagining Roommate suddenly having a fitful seizure in the back seat and I wouldn't know what to do about it. In the waiting room, I kept asking This Guy, "What if she's, like, terminally ill and I have to take care of her?" or "What if she has heart cancer?" I'm pretty certain there's no such thing as heart cancer.

Anyway, she's not dying. She has some weird inflammation of the cartilage between her rib cage and her sternum that's causing her to hurt when she breathes. God, no thank you. Breathing is nice and I would prefer it didn't hurt. Apparently, the only cure is approximately 6,000 Advil daily. She'll be cool.

After Roommate finished scaring me, This Guy and I went to the movies to see Paranormal Activity 2, which was amazing. Then we went to McAlister's and had a delicious meal before he had to traverse across a billion miles to get back home tonight.

In short: Saved Roommate's life, saw Paranormal Activity 2, ate a giant baked potato stuffed with chili, pouted, became murderous with rage at the marching bands that are STILL PLAYING AT 9:30 PM.

- Christa

P.S. How to Train Your Dragon is a wonderful movie.

EDIT: The bands finally stopped at midnight. Beautiful.