Procrastination Perfection

It is Saturday. It was 80 degrees and sunny, but due to the fact that we are based in the good ol' mitten state of Michigan, it is now cloudy/raining/thunderstorming/way colder. Awesome blossom. 

Also, don't really know why I'm blogging right now...besides the fact that I don't have anything better to do with my life...because not much has happened as of late that is anywhere near worth reporting to the world. Or even the tiny little audience that might still read this thing every once in awhile...

I was doing work. I was studying for my fart history exam that is coming up on Wednesday...but that turned into inserting hopefully what turn out to be helpful comments into LB's personal statement and tinkering around on the internet...as per usual. 

Dinner is up in the air. As in, I have no idea what I'm doing since the stupid caf is closed. Why they do that to me on Saturday evenings, I don't really know. Personally I think it's cruel and unusual punishment. Isn't that a book or something? But. Bottom line is. I'm rather starved, and the caf is rather closed. Therefore.  We're in a little bit of a pickle. And by we, I mean me (slash I) because well, this doesn't really include any of you loyal readers out there...I just don't want to face this one alone. Hahaha this is sickening.

Also, something to keep a note of: the Dude on North is REAL hot. At. All. Times. Like Schvitzing City hot. So, when you go, if you decide to take a vacation or something, bring some warm weather clothes. Or (yes, there is an or) if you don't feel like de-robing upon entry into a place of learning (I can understand how some wouldn't feel comfortable doing so, they may feel bad disrupting a fellow student's brainwaves or something equally ridiculous) then there are a few glorious spots positioned right below slash to the side of an air vent that really does the cool down trick. It will make your stay much more enjoyable. Really, it's nothing, just a bit of free advice. You can thank me the next time you see me. 

In addition to the wonderful tidbits I have already provided, I would like to report an extremely passive aggressive occurrence. So once upon a time, in a wing of this beautiful castle on Washington Heights there were two girls. One of these females decides to swipe out the other's name whenever it is written on her whiteboard...(but late at night when no one else is around...hence, mystery swiper). Then, this certain female decides to Scotch tape my ruler to my door that she has held captive all semester and leave a note about it on the whiteboard. Heaven forbid she knock! Perhaps she has sensitive knuckles...? Always a possibility I suppose!

Anyhoozles. Creeper McCreeperson case is progressing...interestingly. Hahahaha we shall see, we shall see. Most likely it shall just continue to ruin lives through the beginning of next semester, but hey! Miracles can happen! :)

Signing off. Slash not. I am forever signed on to Blogger on this beautiful laptop. 

Classes...no longer!

I would just like to let it be known that classes are officially over (and I'm technically done with 3/5 of them)! The year is finally winding down (this moment couldn't have come fast enough!) and there are even people moving out as we speak! Crazy. I'm stuck here in this joyous oasis of Mary Markley until next Wednesday (thank you fart history)...but...then I'll be free forever. Forever being about four months.

I'm signed up for classes for next fall (another Comm course, Comm lab, History of College Athletics, Perspectives in Women's Health, Spanish, and a Coral Reefs minicourse)...a solid 16 credits...no more of this 18 credit business...holy moly. 

Naturally nothing exciting has happened as of late. Surprisingly enough I have been studying my little butt off...minus this wee little breather. Comm is next on the list...coming soon to the Nat Sci auditorium near you! In other words, that one is on Friday...in my favorite auditorium. The one that no one fits in...even my knees are all up in the head of the person in front of me. Solid construction. They really deserve a solid pat on the hard hat (slash thinking cap...whoever you are designer).

I received a wonderful apology letter today via e-mail from one of my creepers. And by wonderful I mean not wonderful. Oooh the joys...perhaps they'll never end! How great would that be!?

I'm pretty excited for dinner tonight. For a few reasons:

1) I get to see Chris (even though I have to walk to East Quad in whatever weather is currently happening)! Sidenote: Chris is my orientation pal who I tell all of my life problems to. It's great!

2) It's the last day of class so apparently that means fried food extravaganza (shrooms, sticks of mozzarella, onions in ring form...mmmhmm).

3) I'm going to EQ at 5, meaning I can make it back to Markley and eat again before 8.

4) I might just have to stop off at the Ulrich's Spirit Shop since I'll be down near that area of campus...

What other random out of order stuff could I divulge on this glorious blog...hmmm...

Oh yes! I'm pretty sure genius me figured out what the dealio is with my cankle. So that whole injection business that never really worked before and that I refused to have done the last time I went in (since I couldn't walk after the last one)...well I think it might have actually worked, and stopped working about five days ago! Yaaay. So yes, I've been having some twangs of pain all the livelong day for the past few daysss, and it has been a couple of months so WABAM. Probs have to schedule another one of those joyous events. Can't wait! 

Wisdom teeth are scheduled for removal...May 6th. GET EXCITED.

Oh my goodness I cannot even put into words how excited I am to be done. It's not even possible. Every exam I take I feel a little bit better...shazam. Summer 2009 shall be a winner. I have decided that. Besides, SWG and I have a rather large to-do list in the works...which WILL be completed by the time she peaces back to BoCo.

A Super Spectacular Sunny Saturday

Saturday. 74 degrees. Blazing sunlight. And at home. How much better could it get?

I spent the majority of the day on the back porch studying slash putzing around on the internet...clearly utilizing my time extremely efficiently. Brian jetted in and out of the house for a solid ten minute hello and goodbye today...only to leave a tornado path filled with crap he had strewn about the casa. Thanks buddy! 

Took a little trip to Office Max to see if they had a refill for my planner...of course they didn't. I suppose it's a little late to find a 2009 refill, but it's only April! And besides, I'm sure other people go through phases where they just refuse to use their planner because it's irritating and they've been using one for the past seven years so their act of rebellion when they get to college is to not plan their life out assignment after assignment. Or maybe not. Who am I to determine the stats?

Then I went on a field trip to Saline with LB to see her lovely sister Caroline's water polo game...slash hang out with her mom, eat her left over popcorn, and explain what the whistles meant to the lady on my other side. I mean, if I hadn't taken the trip out to farmland central, I wouldn't have seen the couple wearing shirts that said "i love my wife" and "i love my husband." Ummm are you aware that you're in public? And that you probably have a daughter in the pool right now...who is most likely mortified to be seen within twenty feet of you? Slash, really people? My first question is: How many coordinating outfits do they own? Also, how long does it take to get dressed in the morning (it has to be difficult to choose which set of shirts to wear don't you think?)? Did they run out of laundry or do they actually like the fact that they look like fools? I can't even continue this...

Then later in the evening I took a drive out to see the beautiful Metro Airport, oh and to pick up the rents and the Foo Foos from their tropical vacation. Tanned and smiley Dale Earnhardt Jr. (aka Faj slash formerly Dracs) took over the driver's seat and I clambered to the back of the bus to hear a few stories about the trip...

Bedtime.

Hot Weather...the Ups and Downs...

So it's hot. And it's most likely going to be hot tomorrow. Since Weather.com says so...but after that...we're back into the roller coaster of weather that the great state of Michigan has to offer. Woohoo! At least it never gets boring...weatherwise. Hahaha. 

Today. Today today today. People seem to get friendlier when the weather improves, which is cool and all but I had a few conversations today with randos around town, and let's just say that if they hadn't lasted as long as they did, I would have been just fine. First we had the construction man who went on and on about how great it was outside, me smiling and bobbing my head along the entire time...as he walked by and started walking backward in order to continue the conversation I was so excited about. A friendly hello and a comment on the weather would suffice, sir. Then we had the bus station where some weird man chatted up the sunny situation outside, and finally we had the dude at the Rite Aid check out who commented on my brace, asked for a brief history, and then dived right in to the history of his ACL and its five surgeries. Apparently freshman gym class really pushed him over the edge.

Besides the friendly factor, who knew so many people went to U of M?! Good god. The amount of foot traffic was unreal. And a record amount of gaping stares at my ankle brace. It's not that cool, I promise. All of downtown was rather populated as well...most difficult bus ride home yet. We got stuck in so much traffic on the way to the Transit Center that I missed my normal connection, hopped on a different bus, and wound up at home approximately an hour and fifteen minutes later. Holy wow. It usually takes a solid twenty minutes. That was fun.

Ran back to the dorm to pick up a load of crap to take home, mainly clothing, popped in to the art building to pick up my portfolio, baked some black bottom cupcakes (for myself...?), ate some dinner, did some laundry, lounged around, took a little visit to TJ Maxx and Rite Aid, and wellp, here I am.

Study time. I suppose I'll be a responsible student. Considering I have finals Monday, Tuesday, Friday, and the following Thursday. Hoooray! So close.

The final project has been completed! And good thing, because it's due tonight...apparently I have to make some sort of presentation...whatever that means. I'll just follow suit of what everyone else does. Yeah. Good plan. Hahaha terrible. Now all I have left to do is re-work one of my pieces and re-do another one, oh and work on my sketchbook a little bit. I'm thinking I'll pop in Madagascar 2 and just go to town. Good thing the Easter Bunny paid a visit to the Gregorka Household! 

Quality Easter bucket this year. We got kitchen tools for next year (kitchen tools being measuring cups, measuring spoons, a can opener, and the very necessary ice cream scooper), some socks, candy galore, PLAYMOBIL PENGUINS, and this cool hook thing that I assume is for a wall. Pretty sweet. 

Brad came home for the weekend so at least I had a pal since Maj and Faj jetted off to the Virgin Islands. Good god. Apparently they've seen turtles and other such great things while snorkeling EVERY day. Thanks guys. But anyways. Brad and I traveled up to Troy (otherwise known as Abby Zhang Land) for dinner with the grands and Aunt Gail and Steve. PLUS an easter egg hunt in the dark (the eggs each had a piece of reflector tape on them...and we each got a flashlight, mine was terrible, but it's fine)!!!! That was the highlight of my evening...slash the entire week preceding the event because I told anyone who would listen about it. They were all jealous, naturally. I failed a little bit considering I only got one egg with a dollar in it...but they call me Fatty Patty for a reason so everything was a-okay! 

Let's see...last night one of my substitute sets of parents took me to Casey's for a glorious dinner! Thanks Roxanne and Jerry! :) Not only was it delicious, but I pretty much talked about myself for the entire time...wow that sounds horrible. 'Twas grand to catch up...I miss them! 

Hmmm...oh yes. Then there was the 1 a.m. trip to Taco Bell. So unnecessary but so necessary. My good friend LB came and picked me up in my pink reindeer pajama shorts and we flew off for Fourthmeal. Great decision. Tacos and a mango fruitista freeze...and yes, the drive-through man's explanation was that it was mango with some fresh strawberries on top. Thank you sir. And by the way...by fresh strawberries, he meant strawberries. In that weird sauce stuff that they typically have to put on top of pancakes and waffles. Mhmm. Delicious all the same. 

Okay well I'm nearing the bottom of the pictures with text, which was my goal, even though when I hit the 'Publish Post' button the font is going to change and the text part is going to shrink and it probably won't match up anywhere near as perfect as I had imagined. It's fine. I'm well aware I live in a dream world. :)

The A-Maize-Ing Race Equals Death to All Appendages...kind of.

Holy monkeys! I exercised! I went and played volleyball with Randy and Janet's club team on Thursday night. SO great. I mean, it has been 9 to 10 months since any real life exercise...and oooh ya know...about a year and a half since any volleyball action! WOAH. Anyways. I obviously was in a rather large amount of pain. The whole not using your muscles (ever) thing kind of caught up with me in approximately two hours time. Yikes!

Alright. Moving on. This weekend I participated in a 24 hour scavenger hunt entitled The A-Maize-Ing Race. Wowzers. So we start off with a little pile of soreness from playing volleyball...and then just scoop on some walking. Just a little bit. Maybe right around, mmm I don't know maybe over a marathon's worth? Ladies and gents. I am not in shape. In any way, shape, or form. HAA. 

We were the Fletcher Finders...wearing red t-shirts all about the town completing various tasks and trivia along the way. TONS of snapshots were snapped. Annnd well, I'm really tired right now! I can't even go into the description of the dude who gnawed on a juicebox straw for a straight three hours...don't you eventually start eating the glorious chemicals that make up the wonderful world of plastic anyway? Whooo knows. 

Bottom line. We achieved third place. Out of what I believe were nineteen teams. Solid. Solid performance. Gift cards for all! Yaaay!! 

Okay. It has been past my bedtime since about 6 p.m. this evening...otherwise known as the official end to the A-Maize-Ing Race. Smell ya'll later.

Stair Lips...they really present quite a problem

Could someone please explain to me the reason for the little (even the big) lips that are on nearly every set of stairs in this wonderful world? I mean, it's like every carpenter ever bred is just asking to watch people trip UP the stairs and make a huge fool out of themselves. Come on. I mean, I have enough issues without the whole vertical displacement dilemma...add the stairs, and the lips, and we have a large problemo. This came up the other day at lunch. I was wearing my super stylish Crocs and first the toe (that's made out of that irritating sticky rubbery business) kind of dragged a little bit flinging me headfirst towards a very unforgiving concrete blocked wall. Then we scaled the stairs and I nearly tumbled up those too...complaining all the way about stair lips of course! 

I mean...not like this was an unusual occurrence. I typically trip UP the stairs at least...mmm...four times a week I'd say? Hard to keep track...eek.

Yes. They are in fact plowing the parking garage across the street at the crack of three a.m. Yes I am in fact awake typing on Blogger.com instead of floating around in dreamland. It's just not happening...and the snow is really quite a sight. Come on snow day....that would improve my case of the Mondays about tenfold. Mhmm. That much. Clearly not for U of M because, well, that just doesn't happen around here, but AAPS...I'd appreciate that one...it's the last day of swim practice tomorrow (what a shame...).

Thurthdayth are jutht tho great!

In case you were wondering...I'm officially nineteen point five years old...well actually...give it an hour or so and THEN it'll be official. Patience is a virtue!

So we started off the day with an unhealthy dose of art history. Why so unhealthy you inquire? Well. This is the class with Annoying Voice Girl. And there were only eight of us there on this fine morning, meaning AVG talks a lot (not like that's anything new, but typically there are a few other eager beaver loudmouths anxious to get their input out on the table). Now this voice...it's a little bit of morning voice, mixed with about a cup and a half of nasal, a pinch of frog creaking, topped with the fact that she's a sorostitute. Tri Delt to be exact. Deltadeltadelta! Ugh.

Psychology...oooh the joys of a two hour lecture...actually it flies by cuz the professor is rather entertaining slash it's an interesting topic by itself! Anyways. Naturally my second protector didn't show up today...so to my right sat an empty seat, making me extremely vulnerable to some rando who maybe thought I looked kind of friendly and thought it was safe to sit there, to fill that seat. Of course the Geico Caveman sat down next to me ten minutes into class and offered up the great question of "What are we doing?" Don't worry, I didn't respond with "It's so easy a Caveman can do it..." instead, I just didn't. Yeah, I'm sorry. But if you're going to waltz in there ten minutes late, perhaps use your brain and look up at the giant blaring powerpoint presentation that's about eighty times your size and figure it out. I don't know, just a suggestion. I probably should have cut him a little slack, considering he literally looked like a caveman (a little less hairy)...buuut no. My name isn't Andrea for nothing! Hahaha

Picked up a gimongous piece of paper and some different colored inks at the art store this afternoon for my final project! Pretty freaking exciting. There was some creepy dude in there though...first he said I was pretty, rather loudly to his little friend, and then proceeded to follow me around the store and ask questions about every move I made. Oddball? Yup. He had lots of piercings and a very short buzz cut, a pretty sweet flannel shirt with black skinny jeans, just one of those generally shady looking people if you know what I mean. Anyways...after he peaced the two women working upstairs made some comments on how weird he was and the last time he was in there. Apparently he just touches everything and picks everything up only to put it back down again a minute later...hmmm...at least it confirmed my oddball suspicion.

Time to work on my glorious to-do list. The excitement never ends, folks!

Happy Birthday to the April Fool!

In case you weren't aware...it's the Maj's b-day today...soooo...HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAJ! Hopefully that was grand...I know she got good dinner. I also know I wasn't invited. Hahaha it's fine. I did help pick out the cake (proud moment) and I did ring in several times. The woman is just so busy she can never seem to actually pick up the phone (new age concept, sometimes hard to catch on...it's fine)! 

Anyways. Art, once again, three hours of nudity. Well. More like two point five. Louise was a wee bit late...which was fine by me! Although she was such a cute little old lady and quite funny, with a very cool purse (Target Boutique...don't worry, I asked). It had cool little circle dangly things coming off of it. I was intrigued. AND she had teal high heels! How much better can ya get?!

Tonight was nowhere near the disaster of Monday night. I did manage to leave with a paper cut in my knuckle crevice, ink smeared along my jawline, and graphite all up in my fingernails...but other than that, GREAT success. Well. Okay. No. I had another elevator issue in Markley on return to my glorious walk-in closet of a room. Everything was fine, just me and myself traveling up to the sixth floor, the doors open and I start walking out...buuuut I don't make any forward progress...and the doors start to close...and I realize that the elastic thingamabob on my (WOAH THINGAMABOB IS A WORD AND IT DOESN'T HAVE THE ANNOYING RED UNDERLINE LIKE YOU MADE A MISTAKE!) backpack is attached to the railing that goes around the perimeter of the elevator. GOODNESS GRACIOUS. Unhooked and continued.

Had an issue getting into my room, but what else is new? There are several things that could happen upon reaching my door:

1. Successful entry of card and code...rare.

2. Drop the card on the floor before it even gets a chance to see the door. Pretty frequent.

3. Miss the slot on the door and card falls on the floor. Also pretty frequent. (Keep in mind  that any number of these can happen in one entrance attempt)

4. Success with the card, but failure to punch in the numbers...which means you have to re-swipe the card, which means 2 and 3 are likely to happen.

5. Attempt to open the door without the use of card or code. AKA I'm an IDIOT. Not that often...usually when I come back from being home for a bit...

6. Success with card and code, but door hits something that is blocking the swing path and it bounces back and hits me.

Talk about skills. 

ALSO, it happens to be my (and Brian's...shmeh) half birthday tomorrow. Yes I know, milestone. Don't worry I have a huge day planned complete with whatever is for dessert in the cafeteria.