Just Sayin'

So, for you guys who don't live where I live, the CATA bus is a system of buses that take you places in my town. Most of the time, it costs $1.50 each way, but there are four routes that are free: the white loop, the blue loop, the green link, and the red link. And let me tell you, they are a horrible temptation. So, the other night, my friend Megan and I decided to go to Panera for dinner. Now, Panera is down town, about 10 to 15 minutes away from my dorm, but we were feeling tired and lazy so we decided to take the bus. We were waiting for the blue loop to take us to Panera when what should roll up but the red link. Naively, we assumed that all four free routes went down town so we got on. We were wrong. The red link does NOT go down town, it goes to the hospital, then to Innovation park, then to West Campus; which, for those of you who don't know, is no where near downtown. Long story short, we rode the bus in a loop in an attempt to get down town, that is until the bus ...

Fly business woman M&M  So, last night a couple of my friends and I were having a sleepover; it was a typical girl's night: cookie dough, boy talk, watching The Tudors so we could sigh over Jonathan Rhys Meyers (but actually), and M&Ms. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against M&Ms; it's just that they're not the classiest of candies. I mean, if you want to get fancy, you hit up the Ghirardelli store, not the Mars company. But there are exceptions to every rule; and in this case, that exception is Coconut M&Ms. Classy Green M&M I always feel sophisticated when I eat coconut M&Ms. I mean, when that candy shell starts to melt in your mouth, you might as well be sitting in your house at the Hamptons wearing white shoes. They're bigger than normal M&Ms, rounder, and they only come in three colors - green, white, and brown. That alone says a lot. I mean, white M&Ms are like flying pigs, they don't occur in nature. I...

So, a few years ago I got the Urban Dictionary widgit on the dashboard of my computer; it was the worst decision of my life. I have spent the intervening time focusing untold watts of brain energy on wedging phrases such as "poindextrous" into every day conversation. I think I could be doing more constructive things than lurking on Facebook waiting for an opportunity to comment "said no one ever" on someone's status. A psychologist would say that I am desperately trying to assimilate to mainstream society to be accepted by my peers. But, quite frankly, I'm just trying to sound clever. But actually. I mean, you know you have problems in your life when you go around waiting for someone to say something insulting so that you can say "I ain't even mad". The other day I used the phrase "cool story bro" and I was so frickin' proud. It was like I won the Nobel Prize for awesomeness. Do you even know? Because I don't even know. ...

So, you would think that rooming with your best friend in college is a good idea. Well, you'd be wrong. It's not that we annoy each other (well, we annoy each other a little bit). But, the real problem is that, when we're together, we never get anything done. For example, the other night, we both resolved to do homework and instead ended up doing friend trivia quizzes and eating cookie dough. You know, being mature and stuff. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the occasional let's-get-ice-cream-and-talk-about-our-feelings night (excuse me, let's-get-frozen-yogurt-and-talk-about-our-feelings night). But at some point I have to pull up my moral socks and get some homework done because, making weird faces in Photo Booth for forty minutes and posting it to facebook does not count as studying for bio. I think I need to get my priorities straight. I mean, in the end, everything always gets done. Let nobody say I ever left a textbook unread or a note untaken, the essay ...

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...