Just Sayin'

So, I moved into my new dorm two days ago. That was all well and good, until I went outside. Not only is campus a mad house, but I can't walk down the street without someone asking me if I'm registered to vote about 10 times. Now, don't get me wrong, I think voting is very important. But, I'm a little annoyed with the people on EVERY street stop me to ask me if I'm registered. I mean, I've been asked several times if I'm registered by the same person. I've been asked to register to vote by three different people on the same block. So now, when I see people coming at me with that I'm-going-to-ask-you-a-question look on their face, I'm just like "I'm already registered to vote". Usually, that does it, but there's always someone who is like "are you sure? are you sure you're registered in Pennsylvania?" Usually, my response to that is -.- And then they just look at me all suspiciously, like "we know that ever

The other day I was telling one of my friends a story about something one of our other friends said; (this is me telling the story), and I was like "and she was like 'blah, blah, blah,' and I was like 'more important blah, blah, blah, and I was like'" and then it hit me, like is an overused word. Well, let's be real here,  I overuse the word like. It doesn't make any sense, I mean, I understand the rules of language, I understand grammar, I understand English - and American. It's semi-ridiculous, but, it's just colloquial. Or, I pretend that its colloquial, but actually, I think it's just me who finds it necessary to use like 5 times in one sentence. But, for whatever, reason I can't break the habit. This is a problem for me, because my career goal is to be princess (more about that mater). A princess cannot say like unless she's making a comparison, for example, the hope diamond is like the crown jewels, only less cool . Howe

Today is the last day of my first semester of college (if you don't count the annoying final I have tomorrow and, believe me, I try not to). So, I thought I would share some college-esque wisdom...or un-wisdom. Firstly, I've learned that its impossible to go to sleep in college before midnight. I'm not sure if that's because college is in some sort of vortex where time moves more quickly, relatively, or because everyone else is still awake. It's difficult to go to sleep at ten when the people on your floor are just getting ready to go out. Also, 9:00pm coffee could have something to do with it. I think it's the vortex. But, for whatever reason,  no matter how late I go to bed I always wake up super refreshed. That is, until I get to math, then, I just get tired. I'm not quite sure why. Anyway, it's kind of unfortunate because that's usually when I need to be most awake and my brain is just like "but actually...Imma take a nap". Going al

Picture this: I am in fourth grade and have just captured two salamanders (lets call them Pablo and Paco because I don't remember what their original names were) at the local (man made) lake. I am keeping them in a nice, comfy tank when...gasp! One of my salamanders disappeared. That's right, Paco is MIA. Of course, I sent out search parties right away; I looked under tables, I looked under chairs, but he was no where to be found. The main concern with salamanders, of course, is dehydration, so, I set little bowls of water all around the house. That didn't work becuase my dad stepped in one and made me clean them up. But then, miraciously, Paco returned! I put him back in his tank and he and Pablo lived a very happy life for about three months. Then they died. I think they were trying to hybernate and went too far. I have unfortunate experiences with pets. That's sad because animals seem to like me and usually, I like animals - except for dolphins and whales (I have

I had my wisdom teeth removed two Octobers ago, yet, I mourn them every day. Yes, I know that if I had left them in all of my teeth would have gotten pushed together (quite painfully, I might add). Yes, I know that a lot of people get their wisdom teeth removed. And yet...they have left a hole (literally, as there are now giant pits in my mouth where the surgeon had to dig out my teeth - pleasant mental images right?). I am not a complete person anymore. A complete person has 32 teeth, I have...whatever 32 minus 4 is. I think it's 28. At least I have my tonsils - and my appendix. Yes, it is all very sad. Also, surgery is weird; afterwards, I bought a snail - I think that should tell you something. I did, however, get to eat lots of ice cream. So, that made it all worth while. Not to mention, I had a bruise from my IV for FOREVER. Just kidding, but, actually, you can still kind of see the mark. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that teeth are important - also, ice cream; i