snow and swimming

Today started out like any other day. I woke up, wished I had more time to sleep, and clumsily stumbled out of bed to get ready for class.

There was a lot of ice, but not on the main roads. I was expecting to wake up to a frozen tundra, but it was mostly just slush, EVERYWHERE. Of course, my fellow classmates milked it for all it was worth, because atleast half of my 9 am class was missing.

I took a spanish test today. I know I missed atleast one. I forgot the "a" in buena for the phrase "buena salud." Oh well.

After Spanish, I went to Ray's, ate easy mac and took a nap. When I woke up, my car was covered in about 4 inches of snow. Lovely. Around 3:30, after I un-burried (is that a word?) my car, I tried to back out, and of course my lovely bug was stuck. That car is so low to the ground. So Ray had to push it out while I went in reverse and the poor boy got muddy slush all over him.

For dinner, I ate spaghetti and ravioli at Marlene's with Bailey, Lizzy, Monica and Marlene. Then after discussing traumatizing dog encounters, I mentioned how I wanted to swim and Bailey and Marlene agreed. Lizzy was hesitant, but gave in to the peer pressure :)

So off we went, to the ARC. While talking about swimming and on the way there we discussed how the pool would probably be empty, like it usually was. However, when we arrived it was a Sig Tau and DZ mixer! Yes!!!

So, we hung out in the deep end while the Sig Taus and DZ played an awful game of keep the ball up. We had a swimming contest, did exercises and played with a pool noodle.

The creepy lifeguard I met the last time I swam was there too. I was happy to see him using the exact same lines on every girl in the swimming pool. "Is the water warm enough for you?" I wonder if a girl said "no," he'd magically be able to turn up the heat somehow. I'm guessing not. I don't think lifeguards have that kind of pull.

Now, I am about to go to sleep. I have an 8 am tomorrow. I'm planning on waking up to a ton of lovely snow from which I will have to dig my car out of. I can't wait!

You can't say bangs on a plane! bang, b-bang, bang!

I believe the worst part of being a child from the 80s-90s is the fact that whether you are male, or female, you probably had bangs. It's the most atrocious haircut I've ever experienced first-hand in my life. Bangs just aren't cool. Now that we are older, there are people who try to bring the bangs back. I'm sorry, it just isn't happening. That trend died for a reason.

When I was little, I had a bad case of the bangs, actually, I had a bad case of the bangs for about 16 years of my life. I was a strange child. I ate spiders, had to have constant access to my belly button, and was deathly afraid of getting my haircut by strangers. So, my mother, in an attempt to avoid traumatizing her daughter, would cut my hair herself, which ultimately, resulted in me having the worst haircut in the history of the world. My bangs were always crooked and went all the way back to my ears. About 95% of my hair was comprised of bangs.

I look back at photos of myself when I was little, and I wonder what people thought of my hair. "Oh, that poor little girl. Her mother mustn't be able to afford to get her a decent haircut." Which, in all reality, was relatively true, considering my father was a full-time student in college until I was four or five and my mother stayed at home with me. Hm...I never thought about that. It explains so much!

But, what I will never understand, is why I kept the bang-train rolling and never decided to grow my bangs out, or why my mother never decided to grow my bangs out when I was in elementary school. I must've liked them, or maybe I was too lazy. I'm going to go with lazy.

I remember trying to grow them out, but it was annoying. They'd get long and always be in my face and in my eyes, so I'd give in and get another haircut and be back at square one. Finally, when I was approximately 16 or 17 years old. I decided enough was enough. I already sounded like I was 12 and looked like I was 12. I didn't need the haircut to top it off.

So, the growing out process commenced. And within a 6 month time, I was bang-free...well, not totally, I rock the side-bang now, but it's much more acceptable.

I swear to myself I will never, ever let my daughter have bangs. Not even if they become cool again. When my daughter's hair starts to grow when she's a baby I will use every barrett, bow or bobby-pin possible to avoid getting lazy and just resorting to bangs. I will have bang-free toddlers. I will bet my life on it.

And that, my friends, is the story of the bangs that never should have been.

to be young and naive again

Oh to be a junior. College has just been going so fast. I remember moving to SRU in Fall 2006. It was the scariest day of my life. I had never been anywhere, by myself for more than a weekend before. I was a naive, 18-year-old girl, taking on the college world. Little did I know, it would be the ride of my life.

I was looking through my hard drive today at all my old photos from when I was younger. It's mostly all summer before freshman year to now. Any pictures older than that are on my computer at home.

You forget about all the different things you do in life. That's why I love photos. They remind you of where you've been and what you've done. So for this entry. I've decided to post some different pics I found on my drive.
Dying Paige's hair
Sam's 20th Birthday
May Freshman yr
Lizzy's 19th Bday
Holding empty shot glasses lol
An old friend who went crazy
First SRU football game 06
Fyrst Seminar scavenger hunt
Football game
Original 4 freshman year roommates...and then there were two.

I'm a bar hopper.

Ok, not really, but I did go to the bar last night. My third time being in a bar ever. Lauren, Brandon, Josh, Amanda DJ and I went to the lovely Route 8 establishment, Casey's.

And lucky us, it was Karaoke Night. Yay! So, Lauren, Josh and I decided to sing The Joker by the Steve Miller Band. And then later that night, when Josh was relatively completely gone, he sang Bohemian Rhapsody. And being the little videographer some people seem to think I am, I captured the moment. It started out decent...




And then some random guy and lauren joined josh and things just went south.



Around 1 a.m., there were maybe 10 people left in the whole place, 5 of which were us. There was this one couple that wouldn't stop doing Karaoke and the girl was so gone that when she'd hit those high notes, I think my ear drums broke. Then between songs, she'd dance, the most drunken dance I could imagine. She was attempting to grind on her boyfriend, but it didn't work out as well as I'm thinking she planned it to.

Tonight, I shall be enjoying the bar scene again. Except this time, I'm going to Sing, Sing at the Waterfront for Lauren's birthday with a bunch of her female family members. My mom may join also. It should be fun! I will be sure to write something about it.

Unrealistic standards

Everyone has their flaws. Some more significant or obvious than others. I think my biggest flaw in my insecurity. I don't know if it's necessarily low self esteem, but that's probably what it is. I'd just rather not admit to it. insecurity sounds better to me for whatever reason. But it's not like it's even my fault. How can you feel good about yourself when you can't turn on the TV or even flip through your favorite girly magazine, without seeing amazingly beautiful girls?

It's not like I think I'm completely unfortunate looking. I'm decent, but I'm definitely one of those girls who looks through the magazines and instantly feels worthless. I'll watch the victoria's secret fashion show and instantly feel the desire to boycott food for a month. All those gorgeous, skinny, tall girls. And then I look at myself and think...well, my butt could be a little less massive, my boobs could stand to be a little bigger, and this fat I have on my sides here, I could do without that. My hair has too many split ends, my nose is a little too big. I wish I was a few inches taller, and why couldn't I have brown eyes, instead of blue?

I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never look like a girl in a magazine. I can't compete with movie stars, models or porn stars (even though I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to with the latter). Guys are just exposed to so many beautiful women on a daily basis, it's not fair. How am I supposed to even begin to feel attractive when I know my boyfriend turns on the tv or goes on the computer and within minutes probably sees a couple dozen girls a million times better looking than me?

The world is a messed up place. It's like the media industry's goal is to make girls feel like shit about themselves, and it's working. Why do we have to put so much makeup on models and airbrush them to unrealistic standards. Why can't men just be happy with how women actually look. For example, Victoria's Secret supermodel, Adrianna Lima, is probably one of the most desired women in the world. But, do you know what she looks like without all of her makeup artists and hairstylists?

Before:


After:


I just have to keep reminding myself if I had personal trainers, a makeup artist, a hair stylist, and tons of money to spend on amazing clothes, I'd probably look good too. Too bad the male population doesn't realize that those girls they wish their girlfriends looked like, aren't as different from their girlfriends as they thought.

I can't stop

I can't stop listening to Taylor Swift. It's like my guilty pleasure, but I'm not really sure if it's necessary to feel guilty for listening to her. Oh well. I guess I will just keep my Swift playlist on repeat for a couple more days...or weeks...

Hey Stephen
I know looks can be deceivin'
But I know I saw a light in you
And as we walked, we were talking
I didn't say half the things I wanted to

Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window
I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold

Hey Stephen
Boy you might have me believin'
I don't always have to be alone

Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain
So come feel this magic
I've been feelin' since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
I can't help myself

Hey Stephen
I've been holdin' back this feelin'
So I got some things to say to you
I've seen it all so I thought that
I'd never see nobody shine the way you do

The way you walk, way you talk
Way you say my name
It's beautiful, wonderful
Don't you ever change

Hey Stephen
Why are people always leaving?
I think you and I should stay the same

Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain
So come feel this magic
I've been feelin' since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
I can't help myself

The dimmer the street lights
You're perfect for me
Why aren't you here tonight
I'm waiting alone now
So come on and come out and pull me near
Shine, shine, shine

Hey Stephen
I could give you fifty reasons why
I should be the one you choose
All those other girls, well, they're beautiful
But would they write a song for you? haha

I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain
So come feel this magic
I've been feelin' since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
I can't help myself
If you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain
So come feel this magic
I've been feelin' since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
I can't help myself

I'm a nerd

I would just like to say the first day of classes went very well. I know it sounds super nerdy, but on the first day of every semester, I look over the syllabus of each of my classes and try to figure out which classes I think I can get an A in. I look at all the assignments and points and see which assignments I think I will struggle with, which will be easy, what I'm going to have to do first. blah blah blah. I'm so lame, I know.

Today was a good day with my obsessive examination of syllabi (is that plural for syllabus? I don't know). I believe I can get an A in all my MWF classes. I have junior seminar, research methods and spanish III. We will see how tomorrow goes. I have advanced reporting, comm law and comm age.

This semester I will be having 19 credits added to the good old DARS. Ah, graduation, please come sooner.