Quickie...

Short update.
Earthday Birthday was amazing. All of the bands were amazing live, except for trapt which kind of sucked. Sevendust was awesome as was expected, they always are. Plus, I now have a new found appreciation for The Offspring. They were incredible live...I mean incredible. I was dumbfounded by how awesome they were live.

Secondly, Finals SUCK! I will be hibernating in the library for the next 5 days.

Digression

I know that lately I have been a horrible blogger. I cringe even at me saying that I am a blogger because it has been over a month since I last graced this lovely playground. I wish that I could say this update will compensate for all the lost time, but unfortunately it will not. I typically reserve this place to talk about little happenings in my life, funny quarks, and random stories. However, I feel that it is necessary to share something a little deeper this time.

As the semester draws to an end I look back and realize how much I have changed in such a short period of time. I’m not sure if any of you have noticed, but lately I’ve been much happier in all aspects of my life. I’m no longer the stressed, anxious, worrisome Serena everyone was use to. Yes, I still study a lot, and yes I still strive to make good grades and the such, but there is a vast difference between the me of now and the me of yesterday. I realized a short time ago that yes, I do have a lot of stuff to do and it seems like I will never finish. However, by some miracle I am always able to get stuff done and it all works out in the end. So why was I worrying all the time? Why was I making myself so anxious that I had to withdraw from people? That’s when I realized that yes, I do have a lot to do and that at times it can feel overwhelming but that I can accomplish it all. Life doesn’t need to be a constant struggle. Life is what you make of it. Stress comes from your own mental processing of your experiences. When you are angry over something, you think, “She made me so angry.” But how can another person make you angry? The anger lies in yourself, you create that anger. We cannot place the blame of our bad experiences onto others because we can choose to allow the experience to make us angry, or we can allow the experience to affect us in another way. I think more than anything I was trying to run away from me. I was afraid to look deeper and to actually see what was beyond the façade. To be honest, I’m still very far from experiencing the true me. I’m still caught up in the worldly aspects of life, but I think that in time I will be able to dig beneath that false layer and find the real meaning.

I make no claims to know some great insight into life that others do not yet know. I just realize that I hold the key to my own happiness, or lack there of. I hold the ability to make life an enjoyable experience or one of misery. Also, the more I examine things the more I realize that I know very little. And instead of being anxious about this lack of knowledge, I instead allow it to give me hope that one day I will reach a point where it all makes sense. Look inside for the things that you seek, they have always been there and will always remain.

Sorry, just had to get that off my chest.

Ever have that experience where you meet someone for the first time and you instantly click with them. For some reason you feel that this stranger, this person you have never met before, knows more about you than your best friend. It’s like they can penetrate beyond the surface of yourself and reach the inner core that you never let anyone see. It is an absolutely wonderful experience. I’ve had an experience like this not too long ago and I’m not sure I can put into words what I felt, or how it has affected me. It’s just something that you have to experience yourself. It’s strange how people come in and out of your life, often at times when you are in desperate need for something. And somehow you miraculously stumble across this stranger that knows exactly how you feel. Why is that? Why are there people out there who you have never met and yet you feel a closer connection to them than say your own family? And yet instead of sitting here trying to contemplate that very question, I instead choose to accept the fact that sometimes things happen just because they happen. I choose to live in the experience, not in the contemplation of that experience.

Also, I would just like to inform everyone that I am slowly; key word here is slowly starting to get over my feet phobia. Yes, I still have a general dislike of feet, but I am now actually wearing flip-flops. Small steps…

O, with that last thing, I have officially taking off my nail polish, the nail polish that had been on for almost two months, and have replaced it with another more fabulous color that will reign for the next two months. Welcome in the glorious pinky rose…

I would also like to inform everyone that bob, my plant, is actually still alive and looking mighty healthy. So to all of those people out there who thought I was incapable of keeping a plant alive cough*Helen*cough….look at Bob grow. Never doubt me, I can accomplish a great many things…he he.

Yes, I just remember something else. Yesterday I was working on my research paper which was due today. So I finished it up at the computer lab and printed it out and came back to my room. I was reading over the copy and realized I needed to make a few adjustments to my masterpiece. So I popped in my disk, clicked the open file. Unfortunately, the click the open file was a little more complicated and what I really ended up doing was hitting the save button and when it asked me if I wanted to replace, yes I should have realized my error at this point, I clicked yes, thinking that I was still just opening the file and that it was opening the recently saved file. However, I was in error and had really just saved a blank screen to my disk overwriting the saved version. Thankfully, I had printed it out and set about to begin the whole process of retyping my paper over again. Good stuff right there!

I officially went to a bar called Jellyrolls….what I was thinking?

My roommate has a rotting banana in the fridge that has been there for over a week now. I’m afraid to even ask what she is rotting it for…

Boing, what a great word. I think if you are feeling down for any reason at all you should stop whatever you are doing and say Boing 342 times and I believe you will have a new appreciation of life. It helps if you jump up and down when you say the word boing. Start hopping baby…boing, boing, boing

I am physically incapable of returning my library books on time. Why is that?

Why is it that whenever I am in a car and someone on the opposite side of the car opens their window I feel compelled to open mine. It’s like I am incapable of sitting in a car and having only one window open. It drives me mad. I have to have both windows on opposite sides of the car open or no windows at all. Does this strike anyone else as weird?

Lately, it seems I’ve been the one who has had to change the roll of toilet paper as it reaches its final roll. However, I must explain one thing…I do not mind putting the toilet paper on the little toilet paper dispenser, no that is not what troubles me. What troubles me about this more than anything is that I can never seem to get the roll started. I swear our toilet paper has to be the cheapest toilet paper every invented. The edge of the roll is super glued to the roll, so that I end up tearing up half the roll just to get it started. Then it never fails, once I finally get it started the I’ve started it the wrong way. There is a general consensus amongst the suitemates that the roll should roll from the top, not the bottom. So once I finally get it torn to shreds, it never fails that instead of it rolling from the top as it should because I strategically placed in on the dispenser so that it would, it ends up rolling from the bottom just to piss me off. Likewise, instead of coming out in one nice two-ply sheet it comes out as two thinly separate sheets. Is there a class I can take or something to perfect the art of toilet paper dispensation? Please sign me up if there is.

I Believe in Yesterday…

Wow, two days in a row. It’s a blog epidemic. I’m not sure what has overtaken me but I feel compelled to actually update my blog, again. Can you believe it? I wonder if I will make it to the third day, that’s a tough one. We can work it out!

Peppy is a funny looking word. I’m still somewhat unsure that that is how you spell it. I know pep is spelled like this “PEP” but for some reason the word peppy looks funny. Looks like puppy but without the u, or preppy without the r. Did anyone catch the two that’s right next to each other? This is still one of those things that confuses me...that and how you can get a finite number from an infinite series. Mindboggling.

We all live in a yellow submarine. I think this is one, if not the best songs, ever written. Who doesn’t want to live in a yellow submarine? I don’t want a blue submarine, no only a yellow submarine. When you are feeling blue, just turn this song on and think of life on the yellow submarine. Works every time. Sky of blue, sea of green….ha ha.

I really want a little piggy. A cute, pink little piggy that follows me around and goes “oink, oink” all the way home. I don’t want money, or a fancy car, just a little piggy to call my own. Piggly Wiggly. Hubba Hubba.

I just finished my laundry. I absolutely love clothes that are fresh from the dryer. Once I get my clothes from the dryer I immediately replace all my present clothing, yes I actually do wear clothing, for newly, dried clothes because nothing compares to the feeling of warm clothes next to your skin. It’s absolute the best feeling in the world, not too mention the smell of soap. I love the smell of soap. I could get high off the smell of soap.

I have this habit of calling people various names. These names include: monkey, willis, pumpkin, crackhead, hoss, munchkin, sweetie, silly goose, monkey butt, and you get the idea. I have no idea why I do this.

OOoo, last night I was starving. So I rummaged through my room and discovered I had microwavable rice. So I decided to cook me some rice. 10 minutes later I had rice. It was not that enjoyable and I do not recommend it. Yet, I was unable to stop eating it. It must be the addictive chemicals in it or something. Rice Nicotine...bad stuff I tell ya.

Celibacy is not hereditary!

Where Did My Hour Go?

Did anyone else wake up this morning and realize we lost an hour last night? I woke up this morning at 11 thinking I had the whole day to do stuff. So I get on my computer for the usual morning chat and realize that it is 12. Good grief…what happened to my hour? I soon realized that Daylight Savings time was upon us, thus, we lost an hour. It’s strange to think that we just skipped forward an hour, I mean one minute the hour is there and the next it’s gone. Poof, no more hour. Plus, I got so flustered that I lost that hour, I really could have used that extra hour. Hour starts to sound really funny when you say it 30 times in a row. Hour, Hour, Hour….he he.

I have this obsession with gum. I will chew on one piece of gum for hours at a time. I really mean hours. I’m not like some people who will chew a piece for thirty minutes and then get another. One piece of gum usually lasts half the day or longer depending. I forget I have it in my mouth, and yet when it’s not there I feel incomplete. It’s not so much that I sit there and chew on it continuously, it’s more that I sit there and mold it into great works of art. I like to try and make it really smooth, and then really lumpy. It’s really a bad habit though…I wish I could stop.

I love tile. I was just in the shower and I realized how much I enjoy tile. It’s so organized and neat. It’s shiny and has really cool grout between the tiles that is all evenly spaced. Plus, it’s really smooth when you touch it. I mean, what would we do without tile? It’s a critical ingredient in our everyday life.

Does anyone else go through these phases where you eat everything in sight and are still hungry? And yet at others times the last thing you want to do is eat and basically you force yourself to eat. I like the times when I’m eating everything in sight because my tummy feels very happy. However, this happiness is short lived because my tummy gets very unhappy when it has to be squeezed into my jeans. I can breathe, really I can.

I was supposed to have a review tonight for Organic Chemistry because we have a test tomorrow. So we all go to sage at 6, the designated time for our review. No Dr. Hauck. We think maybe he forgot about the time change, even though this is highly unlikely, so we vow to come back at 7. Again, no Dr. Hauck. This is what I don’t get. How is it that we students who have such busy lives can remember a review session, but our professor whose livelihood depends on living and breathing organic chemistry can not remember a review session? Before you think this is just a fluke he did this to us last semester as well. We still had the test the next day and I assume we will still have the test tomorrow

I have this problem with painting my toenails. First off, I hate feet so I usually don’t even want to look, let only touch, my feet. However, there are times when I actually have to show my feet, going to the beach, and thus feel that it is necessary to at least cover up as much of my feet as possible. This leads me to paint my toenails. Anyway, once my toenails are finally painted, they remain painted for months at times. I have this problem where I forget to take my toenail polish off and so it remains on for months until I finally have to show my feet again and realize I don’t like the polish that is already on. I’m going on a month right now. However, I think in the near future I will break down and remove the polish. I’m slowly working myself down.

I have a squishy brain. Seriously, I really do have a squishy brain. There are some days that I just sit here at my computer and randomly squish my squishy brain. I accidentally tore a hole in it the other day…Yikes!

Tiki Torch. How awesome is that. Whoever came up with the tiki torch deserves a Nobel Prize. Tiki Torch…say that 172 times and you will understand what I’m talking about.

Did you know that Victoria’s Secret makes laundry detergent? Well they do.

Wow, look at this lonely little period. Where did he go wrong? One minute he is completing a sentence and the next he is all alone. The sentence must have just disappeared, just like my hour this morning. Freak accidents going on all around.
.  This is the period I’m referring to.

Wow, I can put an arrow in this. How awesome is that!

You know what is great, when you are writing something and you realize you’ve forgotten how to spell a word. I mean the word “the” is really a tricky word. So you sit there aimlessly poking at letters and the little squiggly red line comes up saying you misspelled a word. So you click on it and thankfully it gives you options and you pick the right “the”. But then you sit there for the next five minutes thinking how strange the word “the” looks and that it can’t possibly be right. Alas, the word “the” comes back to you and everyone lives happily ever after. The End.