My life in an LJ
It's been a while since I updated. I usually get too busy or end up procrastinating in other ways (aka DANCE PARTIES) so I forget about LJ for chunks at a time.
This weekend was interesting, semi-eventful and all. For RA, we had bulletin boards due so I decided to put up my infamous "No Gluv, No Luv" board, complete with a variety of Pokemon-esque STD characters that I formed from construction paper. However, I wanted to spice it up a bit more so I decided that I would get condoms to tape around the border and on the board itself. So I went to the Health Center (yes, the bane of my existance Health Center) to buy condoms since they sell them 10 for $1.00. When I went to pay for them, the attendant informed that you had to have a minimum of a $5 purchase to charge it to your student account. So I upped the order to 50 condoms. Then, feeling the need to explain that I was not indeed a sex pot, I told the attendant that I was an RA and using them for a bulletin board. She just nodded and was like "don't worry, I've heard worse."
Later that night, I was posting the board up circa de 2am after I had finished rounds and one of my residents was coming home so she stopped to chat. She asked me if I needed help, and since she genuinely seemed interested and I saw it as an opportunity to chat, I told her that she could help me tape the condoms up. So that's how I bonded with my residents this week-we taped up condoms at 2am on a Saturday.
Then yesterday I went to a 311 concert on campus with some other of my residents. It was okay, but it made me realize that even though I LOVE music, I don't know about the concert scene. I mean, seriously, what is this whole "moshing" thing? I just wanted to yell at people to stop pushing me all the freaking time! And I saw like 11 joints being passed around, which I am WAY too young to see. And most of the weed was from OLD people, like 40 or so! And then this old woman who was doing weed with people who appeared to be her children proceeded to hang out Oktoberfest buttons (which I thought might have been pills for a second and had a second or two of freaking out). So although I liked 311, I had to come home that night and shower/do laundry to wash the pot smell away from me. Come on people: LIKE PLANTS, NOT WEED
(Haha, doesn't this whole paragraph make me sound like I'm 80??? Darn young people!)
And now I have two papers due tomorrow that I can't focus on because really WHO DOES SCHOOL ANYWAY? Every quarter I tell myself that this is the quarter I will shine, this is the quarter I will be academic and every quarter it's not because everything else (including my own mentality and procrastination) get in the way.
Sometimes I want to just buy a plane ticket to nowhere and see where life takes me...
This weekend was interesting, semi-eventful and all. For RA, we had bulletin boards due so I decided to put up my infamous "No Gluv, No Luv" board, complete with a variety of Pokemon-esque STD characters that I formed from construction paper. However, I wanted to spice it up a bit more so I decided that I would get condoms to tape around the border and on the board itself. So I went to the Health Center (yes, the bane of my existance Health Center) to buy condoms since they sell them 10 for $1.00. When I went to pay for them, the attendant informed that you had to have a minimum of a $5 purchase to charge it to your student account. So I upped the order to 50 condoms. Then, feeling the need to explain that I was not indeed a sex pot, I told the attendant that I was an RA and using them for a bulletin board. She just nodded and was like "don't worry, I've heard worse."
Later that night, I was posting the board up circa de 2am after I had finished rounds and one of my residents was coming home so she stopped to chat. She asked me if I needed help, and since she genuinely seemed interested and I saw it as an opportunity to chat, I told her that she could help me tape the condoms up. So that's how I bonded with my residents this week-we taped up condoms at 2am on a Saturday.
Then yesterday I went to a 311 concert on campus with some other of my residents. It was okay, but it made me realize that even though I LOVE music, I don't know about the concert scene. I mean, seriously, what is this whole "moshing" thing? I just wanted to yell at people to stop pushing me all the freaking time! And I saw like 11 joints being passed around, which I am WAY too young to see. And most of the weed was from OLD people, like 40 or so! And then this old woman who was doing weed with people who appeared to be her children proceeded to hang out Oktoberfest buttons (which I thought might have been pills for a second and had a second or two of freaking out). So although I liked 311, I had to come home that night and shower/do laundry to wash the pot smell away from me. Come on people: LIKE PLANTS, NOT WEED
(Haha, doesn't this whole paragraph make me sound like I'm 80??? Darn young people!)
And now I have two papers due tomorrow that I can't focus on because really WHO DOES SCHOOL ANYWAY? Every quarter I tell myself that this is the quarter I will shine, this is the quarter I will be academic and every quarter it's not because everything else (including my own mentality and procrastination) get in the way.
Sometimes I want to just buy a plane ticket to nowhere and see where life takes me...