Just a quickie

Even though I'm in dire need of food, I ended up not going to Safeway today. Turns out, my laziness got the best of me. That means that I'll probably be dead sometime this week because I have no food left (minus 1/4 of a box of Oh's cereal which should last me until around Wednesday).

Let me ask a question. What's your worst nightmare? My worst nightmare is that one day I'll walk into my suite and find people getting it on in my room. Hopefully your nightmare hasn't come true yet; because today, mine did. After we finished eating delicious garlic chicken gourmet from round tables pizza and watching chasing liberty with mandy moore (the guy was so cute), I subsequently walked back to my room to get my stuff and resume studying for my biology midterm, only to open the door and find people on top of each other in my room. It was wonderful, really.

I'm deathly afraid of my biology midterm tomorrow. I'm about to literally pee my pants because my professor is bloody crazy. Hopefully... I won't because that would just be uncomfortable.

buy things online & drive safe <3

Cut & paste

You've got to love the weekends. Even the sun decided to come out and say hello today. This is pretty epic.

Today for the first time in my life, I ate four pizzas. Oh, snap. I feel ridiculously full; yet, I'm still eating. I know, big surprise right? My suite mate and I went to Woodstock's pizza. I got the Mediterranean pizza. It consisted of sun-dried tomatoes, pepperoni, olives, and those yellow sour pepper things that you can get at subway. Don't get me wrong, it was good, but it felt like I was eating a giant block of salt, so I ended up picking out all of the sour peppers and the olives and throwing them away; and that got me thinking.

Why can't life work in a way where it's possible to do this all the time? I mean, why is it pragmatically impossible to pick out the negative aspects of our lives and do away with them? For instance, let's say that there's someone you don't like. Why can't you just pick them up with a universal grabbing claw (you know those ones in the arcades that you lose all of your money to) that transfers them to another dimension, or a parallel universe. If not, then perhaps you could pick out the parts of them that you don't like and replace them with other parts. Mix and match you know? I would cut out the "work" part of this college stuff and replace it with "fun," that's for sure.

Anyway, that was my random two cents for the day.

You know, I have this problem. I love eating oranges (especially blood oranges that I've stolen from the dining commons). And of course, I love eating those cute little tangerines (okay fine, I'll admit I love eating everything); but the problem is, I despise peeling them. After you peel an orange or tangerine you smell like it for eternity. It's essentially the scarlet letter of all fruits. You walk past someone, and they'll immediately know you've been eating a delicious citrus fruit. I wish someone would invent an orange peeler or something like that. This was never a problem in Cupertino because Hansol would always peel my oranges for me (btw thanks, love). Well, now that she's not here what am I supposed to do? I'm doomed. I need to find myself a substitute orange-peeling friend and a future orange-peeling husband for that matter (as of now, one of my suite mates has been peeling my oranges for me because she's amazing).

Also, I'm out of food. This seems to be the constant state of affair throughout the course of my college life. I'll probably need to make a Safeway run tomorrow. Please don't rain.

eat something delicious & stay fresh <3

Party in the--

Everyone already knows that Miley Cyrus is bad news, but I bet it has never occurred to you that listening to party in the u.s.a. could be life threatening. I mean don't get me wrong, I know Miley Cyrus is horrible, but I had no idea she was this bad. In fact, it didn't occur to me until this morning.

Yesterday night my suite mates and I decided that we were going to stay up pretty much all night in order to get some stuff done (we were productive; overall, a good night, good job guys). By the time I finished studying it was 6:03am. The sun was shining (not really, the sun here is nonexistent), the birds were chirping (actually, all of the birds have been M.I.A. since winter break), and it was the beginning of a new day, basically. So I stole half of my suite mate's bed, drew the covers over my head, and attempted to go to sleep as she sat on the other half reading a sappy love story by Nicholas Sparks (yeah, I'm like the modern Goldilocks). For those of you that know me you know that it's extremely difficult for me to fall asleep. Eventually, I ended up dozing off at around 6:17am only to wake up to the vibration of my phone alarm at 6:30am. Off to class it is.. nah, just 10 more minutes please? I tried going back to sleep but I was being attacked by what felt like a rabid animal with a loud hello kitty alarm, though I'll admit it was partially my fault for giving instructions to shove me off the bed if I refused to get up at 6:30.

It's decided that no one wants to wake up. Well, at least I've decided that I don't want to wake up. As I'm still under the blankets I hear someone saying "Oh noo!" as a song starts playing. Huh? What song is it? Indeed, I was forced to wake up to party in the u.s.a. I think to myself, "I can't believe this is happening right now." So I try to reach down and change the song. After minutes of struggle, I do it, I change the song. YES, I'm successful. Take that, Miley Cyrus-- Oh crap, oh freak, I could feel myself slipping and I knew it was going to happen. I fell off of the top bunk of a bunk bed, hit a desk, fell to the ground, and dragged all of the covers down with me. The strange thing is, this all happened in slow motion and it didn't hurt at all (yeah, I know you're all thinking "that sucks, you should have died" well unfortunately for you, I'm alive, just a tad insane at the moment). Before I went to class, I drank a cup of coffee (I would have fell asleep biking without this), which I subsequently preceded to spill all over myself. Brilliant morning, wouldn't you say so? I'm not exactly the most graceful person whilst in a sleep deprived state of being.

Miley Cyrus, if you read my blog, I would like you to know how much pain and embarrassment you have caused me this morning. In addition, I would like you to know I do not appreciate you, nor your music. Essentially; yes, I fell off of the top bunk of a bunk bed just to stop a song from being played. Was it worth it? Every bloody second.

eat carrots & be safe <3

Replacements and attachments

Mmm nothing beats a York peppermint pattie (or three) at 9:33 in the morning, or any time of the day for that matter. Delicious~ I used to think those things were called New York peppermint patties. Fail much?

I think I have this problem, the problem being that I get too attached to things. If I could stop myself from doing this I would; but, it's rather hard because I am who I am. What do I get attached to? Well for one, vitamin c. Sure, it's a water soluble vitamin so if you overdose you'll just pee it out, no harm done. Still, this is an unhealthy obsession. Number two, buying applications and games on my ipod when I don't actually need them. I've spent over 80 dollars on that stuff starting September, and I don't even support Apple inc. in fact I'm 100% against Steve Jobs and his minions. Oh the hypocrisy, I should punish myself by seeing Miley Cyrus live in concert (shudder). While I'm on the topic of apps, I can never find bloody Waldo >:( ripoff of a game if you ask me.

Essentially, my biggest problem is the fact that I get too attached to my friends. People tell me that this is a good type of attachment, but at the moment, I highly doubt that. I miss my friends so much it's ridiculous. I think I took them for granted in High School because they were always there. It's so different now that they're all so far away. The friends that you made in high school, well you've known them for a long time. You know their likes, dislikes, strange habits, sense of humor and they know the same for you. No matter how stupid you are, how much procrastinating you do, they were always there (probably procrastinating in the chair next to you at the school library). Maybe it's the fact that I don't have them here as a security blanket that makes me miss them so much. It's a common misconception that you make the best friends of your life in college, replacing the ones you had in high school. You can't replace your old friends with new ones because friendships are not that simple. Friends aren't cruddy yellow #2 SAT pencils that can be broken easily and thrown away; it doesn't work like that (well, unless you had cruddy friends in the past, in that case you should probably throw them away - not in a literal sense, I don't want to get sued). You can, however, make new friends.

The thing is, making new friends is always hard because you won't actually know the person's true identity until they take off the mask that they're wearing and expose their real personality. When this happens you'll either like them for who they are... or not. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why Joanna has no friends in college. I'm at least partially to blame for this seeing as how I haven't really been looking (my suite mates are pretty decent so I've been lazy; yet, I don't know them extraordinarily well, so it's too soon to say). But hey, I've been putting in some effort. Recently, I made eye contact with two people in my biology discussion. Okay fine, you caught me, we were working in assigned groups, so they were forced to hang out with me (I still think this counts). Really though, all joking aside, never take for granted the security of your friendships and/or relationships or you'll end up a miserable and lonely old man/woman eating cheese curds and bologna at a third rate nursing home.

I think I'll go wake up my suite mate and force her to eat lunch with me in a bit. Yeah, that's how I make friends, you probably don't want to follow my example :)

drink soup & learn to love <3

Dejablue

When I woke up this morning it was freezing and I wondered why. Well it turns out my shirt was halfway up and my stomach was exposed. Okay, I realize this is disturbing, highly unattractive, and no one wants to know this; but, too bad, I already warned you in advance that nothing good would come out of reading my blog. Anyway, after I managed to drag myself out of bed I went out to the thermostat and low and behold, someone turned it down to 62 degrees. Geez. I'm sure we've all encountered days in which it was so cold outside of the blankets it was nearly impossible to get up. Heck, does anyone want to get out of bed to go to school ever? Life would be so much simpler if everything wasn't so darn competitive. I despise the fact that college now is the equivalent of high school fifty years ago. I feel like we're all wasting our lives away going to school during the time in which we're supposedly in the best shape of our lives (I must disagree with this statement seeing as I'm rather... not, but perhaps this applies to other people). Instead, we should be doing something fun... like watching Grey's Anatomy, or dancing around in our underwear like the people in those Guitarhero commercials. Just a thought. Agreed?

The sun has come out today. Apparently the weather has decided to pity me. Wednesdays are never good days for me and the fact that there aren't any ominous black clouds overhead threatening to pee on me makes it just that much better. Of course it could be worse, it can always be worse, I could be like my suite mate that lost her phone and got her bike stolen on the same day. The poor girl.

I went to buy water at the junction after class, and I guess there's a new brand of water called "Dejablue." I don't know why I thought this was so funny but I was cracking up as I was walking towards the cashier. She probably thought I was mentally inept because she gave me the signature "what the.." look. I just ignored her and continued snickering to myself.

Well if you are planning to dance around in your underwear today, A Rocket to the Moon - Life of the Party, is a good song to rock out to. Throw in an extra cabbage patch or running man on my behalf. I don't end class until 10 at night; unfortunately, that means no dancing around in underwear for me today. Maybe tomorrow... ;)

eat fruit & don't stress <3

The beginning of the nonsense

So this is the beginning I suppose, of the random thoughts in my head. I've come to the realization that it's nice to write things down, usually the things that I'm not able to express in person or the things that I don't want to literally talk about. Maybe this will save me from going insane.. too bad I'm already a psycho :)

Yesterday I was in the lounge closing the blinds, singing Jason Mraz - i'm yours, and dancing all at the same time. I should probably stop trying to multi-task like that if I value my life because I turned around tripped over the coffee table (which is relatively hard to do, mind you) and fell over. Epic failure. At least no one saw me~

Something that has been bothering me lately is the fact that people never turn out to be who you think that they are. You think that you know someone, but you don't. It's hard to say that you actually know someone until you've interacted with them for a long time and even if you have, it doesn't necessarily mean that you know them. I'm sure the majority of us have been in this situation before, constantly being let down by the expectations that you put forth in relationships whether it be for a love interest or friends in general. I think essentially, people are going to be who they want to be and if that doesn't live up to what you expect, there's really nothing more you can do about it. You can't change them into what they aren't (believe me I tried, it was frustrating and a waste of time, basically). So I guess that's me finally coming to this realization. Writing it down just makes it official. Unfortunately, I have the tendency to think I'm superwoman and that I can change things and save people... which clearly isn't the case seeing as how superwoman has abs of steel and I have... well, non-existent abs to say the least ;) I just made a sci-fi connection. Wow. The world must be coming to an end.. But what I mean here is, there's really no point in trying to change something that doesn't want to change; you're better off just accepting it as fact, that way you won't stress over it too much.

Anyways, just thought I would post up a piece of what's going on inside my brain before going off to take my midterm. Wish me luck, eh?

drink water & stay warm <3