****Warning: This is an Alias spoiler...and an entry without any substance.****






AH I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY KILLED OFF VAUGHN. WTF MATE?!?!?!?! HE WAS ESSENTIAL TO THE SHOW. HOW CAN THEY KILL HIM OFF!? FREAKING ALIAS IS GOING TO LOSE HALF OF THEIR FEMALE VIEWERS NOW. THE SEASON PREMIERE WASN'T EVEN THAT GOOD. IT WASN'T SUSPENSEFUL, NOT ALL OF IT WAS BELIEVABLE, AND AT SOME PARTS IT WAS A LITTLE CORNY. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STORYLINE!?!?!?! I'M VERY DISAPPOINTED. THIS SEASON PREMIERE DID NOT LIVE UP TO THE AWESOMENESS OF ALL THE PREVIOUS SEASON PREMIERES. THERE'S NO MORE MICHAEL VARTAN. HORRIBLE I TELL YOU, HORRIBLE.






****Alias spoiler and brainless part of this entry is over****






On another note, my sleep cycle is screwed up like no other. For the past few nights I've been sleeping at 2:30am and waking up at 8:30am. Last night I actually went to bed at 3am. Now, it's at the point where I'm wide awake at 2-3am and dead during the day, which is not a good thing because I get really sleepy in class and can't pay attention to the lectures. And that was more useless information that no one needed to know. But now I can look back at this entry and remind myself to whip my sleep cycle back into shape.

I have a Macro midterm next week. I think it's safe to say that I'm scared shitless.

Ah, I really want to blog about the Plenary that took place last Sunday at Haverford, but I haven't found the time yet because Plenary deserves to be blogged about in a carefully thought-out well written manner.

Jessie tried to climb the walls in our apartment yesterday in a Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon/Spiderman way. This is what we do at 2:30am.

I failed my Chemistry test miserably.

For all those people out there who feel like they have to rush to me with words of encouragement or support, don't worry about it. I'm over it. I'll study harder and make it up. Life goes on. Stiff upper lip. So it goes. I'm not expecting an outstanding report card my first semester, but I'm determined to get a B in Chem.

The weather's getting cooler. I like it.

Laundry is too damn expensive. $1.25 for the washer and $1.00 for the dryer. WTF MATE.

I haven't had a real hug in such a long time. I want a hug. I wish I was a giant teddy bear. Hugs would be much more accessible that way.

I'm going through major Interact/Rotary withdrawl. AH!!!

I was going to blog about my fun weekend that compensated for my shitty week, but about five minutes ago I got some news that made turned my mood completely sour.

My Chem professor just emailed me saying he wants to talk to me about my test. Eff. I had a feeling I did badly on the test, but I didn't know it was bad enough to warrant a meeting with him.

I was also going to blog about how much I love my school but I'm hating everything about academics right now and all I want to do is shoot fireballs.

I had a rough week. I miss the simplicity of high school. Classes are getting harder. In high school when school got to be too much I could always look forward to Interact and Rotary. I don't have that anymore. Nothing really drives me now. Interact made my high school career so much more than just studying and friends. I guess you could say it gave me purpose. I want the community service and fellowship that Interact and Rotary gave me.

I wouldn't say I'm homesick, but this week has made me really miss summer. I want to be carefree again. I want to hang out with my friends. I don't miss home, but I do miss my friends. I guess you'd call it friend-sick. I think that sometime soon Brian and I are going to visit Laura for a weekend. I need to see some familiar faces.

I feel anti-social.

This entry sounds so emo.

I think I'll allow myself one emo entry every two months or something. Any more than that, and someone please push me off of a cliff and tell me to get a grip.

My sore throat is almost gone, but now I have a runny nose and a hacking cough. My energy is drained, and I feel (for lack of a better word) icky. It's just a common cold, and yet I sound so pathetic.

I just realized that the timestamp on my blog is still Pacific Standard Time. I just changed it. So for all my previous entries, just add three hours from the time that I posted it. Not like anyone reads the timestamp anyways, and it's not like anyone would go back to my previous entries and make a mental note of the time difference. I'm not making sense...this is what sickness does to me.

My throat hurts like a mother. I feel like it's on fire and whenever I swallow liquid it's like needles are poking me.

I didn't have dinner yesteday. I just ate random snacks between the hours of 5pm and 12am. I'm so grossed out. I didn't know I could be that unhealthy. I feel lardy. I'm never doing that again.

So basically I'm a tub of lard that's on fire with needles sticking out of me. Yay.

Easy-Mac is far from a gourmet dish. It's actually much closer to cat food. But it's oh so freaking good. I know it's crap, but I love it....all of the salty, unhealthy goodness.

I remember how my Easy-Mac addiction began. I was at JP's house making our video for Econ, and since I was working hard as DR. FOOSA, naturally I became hungry. So, JP being the wonderful friend she is, gave me a packet of Easy-Mac and walked me through the cooking process. It came out perfectly. Thanks JP.

And now I'm sitting at my desk, happily eating Easy-Mac and blogging about my Easy-Mac experience. Oh how I love to appreciate the smaller things of life.

Jesse and Matt have an extremely dirty apartment. Their kitchen is full of ants. This morning, Jesse walked into the kitchen half-awake and took a swig of apple juice. When he put the bottle down he noticed there were 20+ dead ants floating inside of it. And now there are about 20 dead ants floating inside of him. Gross.

And because that previous paragraph had no substance to it whatsoever, I'll bring up an interesting conversation I had with Austin recently during lunch. We were talking about how no one at Haverford is UGLY and how because of that everyone seems to exude an air of confidence. Granted, not everyone is HOTT but no one is actually ugly. And I think that knowing you're pretty/handsome to some degree gives you confidence and self-assurance. And I think I'm guilty of that. I mean, it's not a sin but it's interesting to note that a part of your confidence comes from your appearance. I'm not saying that because someone is attractive they automatically have a ton of confidence or because someone isn't attractive they don't have confidence. I'm just making a GENERAL comment. Because of the way society is, being more attractive helps you a lot in life. When you meet someone for the first time all you have to go by is their appearance. And people generally warm up more to new acquaintances if they tend to be attractive.

I'd like to say that my confidence doesn't come from my appearance, but I'd have to alter my body/face for a week to be able to say that truthfully.

The conversation with Austin reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend over the summer. We were talking about making friends and meeting new people, and I brought up how I find it easier to make friends with guys. And he said, "Oh well that's because you're pretty." After that comment I admit I was a little put off. I didn't know what to say. Is it true? I don't want to be cocky but I dont' want to be dishonest either. I really don't know. Maybe it is. I don't think I can actually know something like that until I walk a day in someone else's shoes and see if my confidence or my friendliness is toned down.

Well I could definitely delve into this topic more. This entry was rather crudely put together. I attempted to organize my thoughts and write this post with style, but I'm in a bit of a rush because I have things to do before I go to a Multischolars Program dinner in ten minutes and then head to Prelude Christian Fellowship at night. Hm...ten minutes. That's not much time for me to do anything. Oh well.

Can anyone explain to me the difference between these churches: Presbyterian, Baptist, Methodist?

I'm currently church-shopping. i.e. I'm going to different churches, to see which one I'd like to settle down at. I've only been to non-denominational churches, but this last Sunday I went to a Presbyterian church. And that got me wondering whether or not I'd want to stick to a non-denominational church or if I'd be ok going to any of the aforementioned types of churches. So, if anyone can help me out that'd be snazzy.

It's actually really easy to get involved in church and what not. Everyone's super nice; last night two people from the Haverford Christian Fellowship visited me in my room to tell me about bible studies and prayer sessions and local churches. It's all very accessible and no one's super pushy. Everyone's so eager to give me contacts at different churches and help me with transportation, etc. Ah, I love my school =D.

I want a Stanley Steamer for my apartment. I want to suck all the dirt off of it. Ah, I want to pour cleaning chemicals over everything!!!!

This song is freaking awesome. Read the lyrics; they are so perfect for this time...when everyone's starting a new school year and a new adventure. Much love to Patrick for sending this song to me. It's been on constant repeat on my laptop.

Nickelback - Photograph

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time I had better things to do
Criminal records said I've broken twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if its too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I woulndnt let me in oh oh
Oh god I…

Every memory of lookin’ out the back door
I got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walkin’ out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin’ for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we’d know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissedI was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when oh oh oh
Oh god I…

Every memory of lookin’ out the back door
I got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walkin’ out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin’ for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

I miss that town, I miss the faces
You can’t erase, you can’t replace it
I miss it now, I can’t believe it
So hard to stay, too hard to leave it

If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of lookin’ out the back door
I got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walkin’ out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me…