Mornin!

I really don't have a thing to say right now. I am on my way to my 8 am and saw I hadn't written in some time and thought... hmmm I will write something. But now I am just freaking myself out because I haven't brushed my teeth yet and I am still not wearing shoes and I have to leave in 3 minutes. Yeah I guess that is where this ends.

Hmm.. Spring Break

Spring Break is the bane of my existence for more reasons than one. I am too poor to go on cool trips. And for some reason Penn State missed the boat and made it the week after everyone elses.. so everyone else is too busy having a real life to cater to my boredom.

It's the calm after the storm. For some reason, every week right before Spring Break, my teachers say "oh crap we're behind" and force us to do more than humanly possible. Hey how about spacing it out before Spring Break...? Just a thought.

Spring break is the time that I quit coffee. Yes, I do get a massive headache if I skip my usual morning cup of coffee. I tried this detoxing process yesterday. It resulted in me sitting in my house, miserable, watching the people's court. Quitting a caffeine addiction + not having cable = misery. Just fyi for any of you that feel like giving that one a try.

It's not even spring. I am so cold right now.

That is all.

Think I'll roast some hot dogs over the flame of my BURNOUT

Upon arriving back from DC on Saturday night, I have been living at the library. Yes literally. I pitched a tent and lit the trashcan on fire and roasted some hot dogs. Well, minus the tent. and the trashcan. and the fire. and the library. Okay so I ate a lot of hot dogs this week and that's pretty much it. BUT SERIOUSLY. I CANt STUDY ANYMORE. have you ever seen me use this many caps??? I have been studying and writing papers nonstop since Sunday. Somethin's gotta give. I can't live LIKE this. This is not living at all. It sure as HAAALLEEEE does not help that two teachers stood me up at their office hours. They both had to "step out unavoidably." Suuurreeeeeyadid. aholes. I'm just kidding, I am sure they were telling the truth. They're still aholes. You know why? Because they were not considering number one... aka... ME. What they should have done was come to my apartment and serve me the test answers on a silver platter. WORSTTEACHERSEVER. Pretty sure I have carpul tunnel. At the very least I will probably get it later in life because of all the typing I have done this week. I feel like I am gonna go to the Doc when I am 50. They'll be like
"welll ma'am... did you do...a lot of...typing? When you were 20?"
" DAMNIT."
" And did you eat a lot of hot dogs? "
"Wait a minute how'd you know that??"
"Well I've read your blog daily for 30 years. And memorized it. And hung it all over my bedroom, using your words as wallpaper. Sweet sweet wallpaper words. yeaass. i carry an extra stack in my pocket here see. sometimes when i feel blue i just kind of smell it. and rub it on my arm pits."

clearly my response to stress is creating fictional creepsters. i do this a lot actually. usually in conversations with other people. its even more awkward then than it is now.
but weirdos are always HILARIOUSESSPECIALLYTHEGAYSZYEAHMAKEFUNOFPEOPLE THATARENTLIKEYOUEVERYBODY

so let this be a lesson to you all. show up to yourGODAMNDOFFICEHOURS.

I can't do this

I am trying so very hard to actually write one of six papers due in the next 48 hours. Oh snap. Checked my email. Make that seven (can they DO that??). This weekend kind of sucked on about three different dimensions too. I am pretty sure I was in the last place I was meant to be this weekend. I felt like I was being drawn to three locations of PA while remaining in the purgatory of the US... WASHINGTON DC aka betweensville, aka neither virginia nor maryland, aka law maker landsville, aka capital hill.. aka boredomsville if you are not 21. Now that I think about it, most places are like that. It's moments like this that I have the chance to realize how truly strange I feel. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong time period.

Then again if I had been 20 in 1950 I could have had the chance to enjoy not being an alcoholic while not being a jesus freak too. I would have been that qwirky one that never landed a man.. the girl that always made the other girls say "Oh my good ness. You did what?!" and they'd say things like "oh Betsy" (because that would be my nickname in 1950.. not liz.. thats the nickname of a girl in a brothel!! (we'd use that word too). but all the boys would think I wasn't feminine enough because i would have opinions and insist it wasn't my problem if they thought about girls naked if they showed their ankles.

And 1970 just wouldn't do either. I'd fit in with the free spirits and the revolutions and the let's change the world!! ness, and the wearing of dirty clothes and being cheap and simple. But then they'd start talking of free love and free acid trips and I would be like woa woa woa wooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. WOA. My woman parts are not free and I am not going on the "it's a small world" ride from disney world ever again. Not to mention the fact that you guys have been sleeping around and not bathing for a solid month. Can you say aids? They'd be like whats aids. I'd be like.. nevermind, this isn't the right time period at all. No one knows what aids is and they keep trying to give it to me for FREE. cuz if im gonna have me some aids it won't be the free kind. i never settle for less. you groovy BITCHES

And then 1990 would have sucked because their clothes were mega ugly.

And now doesn't work because college kids are selfish alcoholics that can't have fun unless they don't remember having any.


soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo that leaves me with no solution other than to write my papers.