Work Hard or Party Hard??

College isn't what the movies portray it to be. It's not all fun and games or smoking and drinking....unless you're intent when you apply to college is to do all that. Most of the time it's actually hard work. We get 3 page papers and 6 page papers to write. You can't cram study for everything the night before a big test or exam. Not all colleges have drunken orgies every Friday night either. Most big college or university professors don't even take attendance and aren't going to help you when you are struggling with their class. One usually has to study hard and get help from fellow classmates or upperclassmen. 

And let's not forget that college is almost the same as high school...there will always be drama. ALWAYS. Whether it be between roommates or friends. Sometimes you get the occasional random people who don't even know each other drama, but that's rare. I know we all hope that it will be different, but it really isn't that different. The only difference is that most people are living away from home and have a lot more freedom.

So basically, college isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's hard work and not all play, unless of course you're only going to college to party, than that's a different story all together.

WHAT?!?

So my dear readers, whoever you are, I haven't posted a blog in over a month. Well I need your help. What should I write about? I have no clue. Nothing really interesting has happened lately except for some stupid college drama, but I' m not going to write about that. I need your ideas, after all you are the reader. So HELP ME!! Leave your suggestions in a comment below.  Thank you!  :)

Super Bowl XLV :)

 This was was a VERY CLOSE game. The Pittsburgh Steelers vs. The Green Bay Packers. I watched the entire game including the half time show. I must say that I am a Packers fan and was really hoping the they would win because the Steelers have won to many times in the past few years. It was time for a new champion.

The end games score was 31-28. SO VERY CLOSE. 

If the Steelers had kept possession of the ball, I have not doubt that they might have scored, but since Green Bay reclaimed possession in the last 45 seconds the referees decided that the Steelers weren't going to get possession again in time to make another touchdown.

The half time show. It was awesome and sucked all at the same time. The lighting and dance coordination and Ushers song were the best parts. The Black Eyed Peas sucked. The only note that Fergie actually hit correctly was the last one. They should have turned her microphone off after the first minute when she couldn't get it together. Now don't get me wrong, I love the Black Eyed Peas....auto-tuned.  :)  Sorry guys.

Another HUGE mistake was the national anthem. Christina Aguilera messed it up. I know she knows how to sing, but even if you've sung the song before, YOU STILL NEED TO PRACTICE! How on earth could you not. As a musician I know that and so should she. Even if you've practiced a piece a hundred times and know everything there is to know about, if you haven't performed it in a while and are about to perform, PRACTICE before you go on stage and make a fool of yourself.

On the other hand Lea Michele from the GLEE cast did a wonderful job on the Star Spangled Banner. In my opinion, she should have sung the national anthem. Sorry CHristina and Fergie, but GO PRACTICE or lip sync next time.

Congratulations Green Bay Packers for winning Super Bowl XLV.

Think Before You Throw

This is an example of something called Book Art.

Some people like to throw books away if they're out-dated and will be of no use to read. Well, I've recently learned of some cools ways to recycle books in art. One way to do this is to paint it, glue it together and make it into more or less an art journal. It's really very awesome. You can add pictures, ribbon, buttons and really anything that depicts who you are.

Another way to recycle these out-dated books is to make tables out of them. You glue a bunch of them together to make side tables, coffee tables and probably even desks. It's a way of showing of art while recycling these perfectly good books.

                      

                             Any other cool ideas for recycling books for art?

The Shortest of them All

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Hello everyone!! I'm sorry I haven't written anything in a while. I've been pretty un-busy with school. Let me tell you about it.

During the month of January, my school has this little thing we call Jan Term. It's when the school gives the students a chance to take one or two classes during the month of January. Instead of having class every other day for about and hour and a half, we have class everyday for about two to two and a half hours. It's basically like fitting 4 months of class time into one month, because of this it is the shortest class we take and can either be boring or quite hectic. 

The boring side. When we're not in a 2 hour class or doing homework we have the rest of the day to do nothing. That's about 10 hours of free time. What are we suppose to do? Well luckily, our school offers these things called Blah Busters. It's when the school sets up social events such as skating parties, bowling parties, movie nights and even pottery painting. Unfortunately, it still leaves a lot of random slots of time for that we can fill with...NAPS!

The hectic part. Sometimes we have classes like biology, math, or english which can make our Jan term a nightmare. All we have to do is homework, projects, dissections, etc. When this happens we can't do any of the Blah Busters or take naps. All we have to do is work, so in order for us to have free time we have to make schedules and abide by them.

So, how are you going to handle all of the free time or hectic parts of your day?

You will never be....

I had an epiphany today. Sometimes parents yell at their kids. Most of the time it's because they did something wrong and need to be admonished, but sometimes it's because they are afraid. There are those parents that are super smart, intelligent, and have lots of crazy experiences. Whenever they yell at their kids it's because they are afraid that their kids are going to be or are already better, smarter, and more intelligent then they are. Sometimes we kids or teenagers act all tough and mighty and like we are better than everyone else. That's usually a mistake, BUT, sometimes we are better. Some parents yell at their with sayings of you shouldn't have done that, why did you say that to them, and you're grounded. Here is what other parents say to their kids when they yell at them, "You will NEVER be smarter, better, more intelligent or even have more friends then I do." Well obviously, this is plain fear. Why else in the world would you tell your kid that??

So here is my thesis, parents yell at their kids either to protect them, or because they are afraid that they are going to go to more awesome heights then they did. Crazy right? Well what do YOU think??

Roommates say what?!?

                               (Emily McKibben, left, Me, right)

So my roommate, Emily McKibben, and I met on move-in day. We were kind of quiet and shy. We didn't really know what to say because we didn't know anything about each other yet. We quickly started going places with each other hanging out outside of our room. Now we are pretty much inseparable, well except for school breaks.

We now do almost everything together. Go to the movies, make midnight Brusters and Krispy Kreme runs. We go to parties and clubs. I stalk her at work to keep her sane because of this guy John who likes to visit her every Thursday. I almost always wait for her to get off of work before I go to dinner so she doesn't eat dinner by herself. Yes, I am that awesome of a roommate.

Thankfully, we were paired together perfectly because unlike a lot of people on our campus, we get along. We listen to the same music, watch the same t.v shows, and are even OCD about how neat and tidy our room is. I just want to say that she is a freaking awesome roommate and I love her. We will probably be rooming together for the rest of our college days.