Today was my first day of school for the semester. Needless to say, the weekend was crazy! We all had to live it up before school started again. And we'll continue to do so, just with added stress. I'll recap the weekend's events (what I can remember of them ;)
FRIDAY
Friday started out innocently enough. It was my roommate Sam's birthday, so we went out for pizza. Later my friend Kayla and I went to check out a dance in the basement of the freshman dorms. We walked in and saw a huge group of white Mormon kids dancing to Soulja Boy and a table of jello. We immediately left.
Shortly after, our buddy Kan called and invited us to his friend's party. Kan, aka The Eternally Drunk Japanese Kid, assured us that it was totally chill and there was plenty of Bud Lite to go around. So Kayla, Katie and I got a ride with a guy named Mike we knew from last semester.
Neither of my friends were drinking, so Mike and I teamed up for beer pong against Kan and another Asian. We lost after a very long close game, and Katie and Kayla left early. After king's cup, I was officially smashed.
Backing up: Kan went upstairs during king's cup. Two minutes later my phone started ringing and it was him.
"Lyssa! I can't get out of the bathroom!"
"What? I was just in there. Turn the handle!"
"It's not working!!! Help me!"
So Mike and I ran upstairs and instructed him to turn the handle every way possible. Other people started looking for stuff to pry the door open. One girl wanted to call the cops to get him out, but I reminded her of how stupid that would be considering that Kan and I are only 20.
After about half an hour, Kan FINALLY got the door to open. The whole thing is still kind of a mystery. Anyway, we finished our game and people started to leave. Mike lives in an apartment complex three blocks from the house we were at, so we walked there to watch The Hangover because Kan hadn't seen it yet.
We still had a case of beer with five cans in it. Kan stuck it under his shirt and announced that he was 5 months pregnant. I called being its godmother. Like a boss.
After the movie and the rest of the Bud Lite, Mike invited us to sleep over. I was kinda sketched out because I know he used to like me, so I said we were fine to walk home. Kan's house was a 2 mile walk from Mike's, but we were armed with cigarettes and my rape whistle. I ended up staying at Kan's and woke up in my ex boyfriend's bed wearing Kan's T shirt and basketball shorts. I'm sooo grateful that he was in Ogden at the time. I did a semi walk of shame back to my place after thanking Kan for taking care of me. I passed some people taking family photos on Old Main Hill and thought about how lucky I am. They had probably just played board games last night. I'd partied with my favorite Asian. Yay-yeah!
SATURDAY
My friend Gabby and I heard about a concert that night in the student center, but we didn't know anything about it. We went to my RA's apartment to inquire and one of his roommates gave us a flier for a frat party. It was a tattoo party, so a group of us girls wore white tank tops so that people could draw on our clothes and skin.
We showed up a bit too early, so it was kind of lame at first. But by 10 tons of people had shown up and it got crazy! I gleefully garnered tons of body graffiti. Someone wrote "Josh's" with an arrow pointing down on my shirt. Katie crossed it out and put her name. I danced with a hottie from the U, but when he asked me if I wanted to go smoke with him I said no. Sketchy things go down at the Sigma Chi house so I went back to my friends to be safe. That was probably a good call.
If you look up sketchy in the dictionary, there is a picture of Kanye the creeper next to it. Kanye was a drunk German guy who approached us just as we were about to leave.
"I NEED TO SIGN SOMEBODY'S BREAST!" he bellowed.
He then went on to explain that in Germany, they were classy and always said breasts, not boobs. There was a lot of other random shit he said that I don't remember. The main point is that my friend Erin wasn't paying attention until he asked her for a marker. She said sure and handed him one.
"GIVE ME YOUR RIGHT BREAST!"-Kanye
Well A) Erin was the only one of us not wearing a white shirt, B) She was really creeped out, with good reason since she didn't hear the rest of his rant and he was a creeper and C) It was her first week of college. Poor freshman. What a story to tell your grandchildren ;)
We left around 12, right before the cops showed up. Perfect timing in that regard...but then it started POURING! We were already wearing white shirts, and I didn't want the marker on mine to come off. So I said, "Let's just take them off!" I was kind of joking, but then I decided it was a brilliant idea. I took mine off and four of my friends followed suit! We ran back to the dorms in our bras and short shorts like crazy girls. Several people honked at us and guys on the third floor of our building ran out onto the deck, most of them saying stuff like "Dude! No fucking way! Jason, get your ass out here and check this out!"
We dried off, changed and went to Beto's. After that we hit up a random party where Kan was the only really drunk one and tried to smoke incense. The best part was our rainy striptease though!!!! ha
SUNDAY
Well. Yesterday was pretty dull compared to those nights. We did have an awesome campfire though! Check out my facebook photos.
All in all, a sublime ending to summer. Fo real.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Mormons...
Obviously, the school I go to is heavily Mormon. Whether or not you're LDS here you know what RM, FHE, FYE and CTR stand for. 90% of them are here because they didn't get in to BYU. Everyone gets married before they can legally drink. They don't wear tank tops or swear.
If I could say something to all the Mormons at my school without them trying to convert me, it would be this:
LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are in COLLEGE, goddammit! This is the time in your life when you should be making stupid decisions, not picking out china patterns. Get drunk! Have casual sex! Pull all nighters on a regular basis! Smoke a bowl!
This message is brought to you by boredom and frustration...so there you have it (:
If I could say something to all the Mormons at my school without them trying to convert me, it would be this:
LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are in COLLEGE, goddammit! This is the time in your life when you should be making stupid decisions, not picking out china patterns. Get drunk! Have casual sex! Pull all nighters on a regular basis! Smoke a bowl!
This message is brought to you by boredom and frustration...so there you have it (:
Sunday, August 22, 2010
A Post Just for You, Mackenzie (:
Although I am really, really tired, I can't fall asleep. Probably because I had Dr. Pepper tonight after two months of not drinking it. I was doing so well! Alas, DP and smoking are hard habits to break.
Anyway, I received an awesome phone call tonight from Mackenzie and Danielle. Well, mostly Mackenzie. (: She asked me to keep posting in my blog, because she wants to know about my life. So this post is for you! I hope you enjoy it. And that it's semi-coherent in spite of my zombie-like state.
So this year I have four roommates. They are:
SAM: She lived on my floor last year and we had Literary Analysis 2600 together. Sam's really neat and organized. Therefore, it's a good thing we're not sharing a room. She's like the mother hen because she looks out for everybody.
CHRISTINA: Is one of Sam's oldest friends. She lived off-campus last year but for a long time I thought she lived on our floor because she was always around. Christina is a) good with tools and b) good with computers. I am so, so, soooooo grateful to have her in the apartment, because I'm terrible with both of those things.
KATHLEEN: She hasn't moved in yet and we're not 100% sure she'll be able to live with us. She's supposed to be Christina's roommate. Her dad is a douche and jeopardizing her return to USU. So I hope it works out. Kat's super sweet and really funny. She also lived on the 3rd floor last year.
KATIE: Is my roomie!!! (: I've known Katie since 6th grade. Well, actually 5th grade because we met at a birthday party. She transferred to USU this year and I am so stoked!!!!! We're going to party hardy. And maybe occasionally study together. ha
I feel incredibly lucky. I get to live with my awesome friends and attend a school with a kick ass tech writing program and good parties (though not as good as Eugene's, I know ;)
Plus my parents have been so great this week. Brian stayed up until 4am last night fixing my computer, Flying Spaghetti Monster bless him. My mom helped me cart my stuff in today and bought me a bunch of things I forgot.
I'll end this post with a list:
THINGS I MISS ABOUT HOME WHEN I DON'T LIVE THERE (THOUGH I AM SO GLAD I DON'T LIVE THERE FULL TIME)
-My mom's pasole
-My puppies!
-All of my friends but especially Abby, who lives 2 miles away so I see her like everyday
-West Haven park, the awesome place down the street where I walk my dogs and go running
So stoked for this year!!!!
Peace
Anyway, I received an awesome phone call tonight from Mackenzie and Danielle. Well, mostly Mackenzie. (: She asked me to keep posting in my blog, because she wants to know about my life. So this post is for you! I hope you enjoy it. And that it's semi-coherent in spite of my zombie-like state.
So this year I have four roommates. They are:
SAM: She lived on my floor last year and we had Literary Analysis 2600 together. Sam's really neat and organized. Therefore, it's a good thing we're not sharing a room. She's like the mother hen because she looks out for everybody.
CHRISTINA: Is one of Sam's oldest friends. She lived off-campus last year but for a long time I thought she lived on our floor because she was always around. Christina is a) good with tools and b) good with computers. I am so, so, soooooo grateful to have her in the apartment, because I'm terrible with both of those things.
KATHLEEN: She hasn't moved in yet and we're not 100% sure she'll be able to live with us. She's supposed to be Christina's roommate. Her dad is a douche and jeopardizing her return to USU. So I hope it works out. Kat's super sweet and really funny. She also lived on the 3rd floor last year.
KATIE: Is my roomie!!! (: I've known Katie since 6th grade. Well, actually 5th grade because we met at a birthday party. She transferred to USU this year and I am so stoked!!!!! We're going to party hardy. And maybe occasionally study together. ha
I feel incredibly lucky. I get to live with my awesome friends and attend a school with a kick ass tech writing program and good parties (though not as good as Eugene's, I know ;)
Plus my parents have been so great this week. Brian stayed up until 4am last night fixing my computer, Flying Spaghetti Monster bless him. My mom helped me cart my stuff in today and bought me a bunch of things I forgot.
I'll end this post with a list:
THINGS I MISS ABOUT HOME WHEN I DON'T LIVE THERE (THOUGH I AM SO GLAD I DON'T LIVE THERE FULL TIME)
-My mom's pasole
-My puppies!
-All of my friends but especially Abby, who lives 2 miles away so I see her like everyday
-West Haven park, the awesome place down the street where I walk my dogs and go running
So stoked for this year!!!!
Peace
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Relationships On and Off Screen
Tonight I watched this awesome movie for the second time. I first saw it in theaters with my then-boyfriend; this time I watched it with three good friends at one of their houses. I thoroughly love (500) Days of Summer. I have a short attention span and enjoy most movies in a shallow sense. Once in a while, though, one comes along that really resonates with me. I'll think about it often after seeing it and immediately want to watch it again.
After watching Summer again, I thought more about relationships. I've had two boyfriends:
Boyfriend #1
E was my high school boyfriend. I hated it when people called us "high school sweethearts". The term sickened me because it made me think of people who marry their high school sweetheart. I was (and am) terrified of marriage because of my parents' divorce, not unlike Summer in the movie.
I was still in love though. We started going out near the end of sophomore year and clicked instantly. Our relationship was committed but not really serious until the summer before senior year. We'd been separated for almost 2 months and had a Kodak reunion complete with me squealing when he showed up at my door and jumping on him.
A couple weeks later, we were talking in his car at the park down the street from my house. The conversation was breezy, but I had an abrupt realization. Senior year had just begun and I didn't know how much time we had left.
"What's going to happen to us?", I asked.
"I don't know...I just want to be with you."
I thought about college differently after that. I had no idea where to go and didn't have my heart set on a dream school. So I did the most idiotic thing possible. I chose Utah State because that was where E wanted to go. I told myself I'd be happy anywhere as long as we were together.
I wish I'd known how much I was limiting myself. We all have to learn from mistakes though. And after two dramatic break-ups during our freshman year of college, I learned the hard way.
Boyfriend #2
J couldn't be more different from my first boyfriend. I met him at a party about two months after the final E breakup. He was funny and cute. I was drunk and on the rebound. We exchanged numbers and started hanging out often with our many mutual friends. He offered me a ride home for spring break since we were from the same city. And things sort of took off from there. We hung out almost every day of that break and were inseparable when we got back to school. He broke up with me after about 2 months, when the school year was winding down and we knew we were going to be in different cities for the summer. This time though, there was no drama and we parted as close friends.
I think of my first relationship as one of those drawn out off and on couples from TV. Carrie and Big, Ross and Rachel, Cory and Topanga...except our story doesn't have a happy ending. In comparison, my second relationship was a standard-issue chick flick: sweet, short and unbelievably simple.
I still have a lot to learn. I've experienced two extremes: a two month fantasy and a nearly three year ordeal that was both good and bad. I've screwed up a lot, but I honestly have no regrets. Everything I've done has made me who I am now. And someone is waiting right around the corner...like Autumn was for Tom.
After watching Summer again, I thought more about relationships. I've had two boyfriends:
Boyfriend #1
E was my high school boyfriend. I hated it when people called us "high school sweethearts". The term sickened me because it made me think of people who marry their high school sweetheart. I was (and am) terrified of marriage because of my parents' divorce, not unlike Summer in the movie.
I was still in love though. We started going out near the end of sophomore year and clicked instantly. Our relationship was committed but not really serious until the summer before senior year. We'd been separated for almost 2 months and had a Kodak reunion complete with me squealing when he showed up at my door and jumping on him.
A couple weeks later, we were talking in his car at the park down the street from my house. The conversation was breezy, but I had an abrupt realization. Senior year had just begun and I didn't know how much time we had left.
"What's going to happen to us?", I asked.
"I don't know...I just want to be with you."
I thought about college differently after that. I had no idea where to go and didn't have my heart set on a dream school. So I did the most idiotic thing possible. I chose Utah State because that was where E wanted to go. I told myself I'd be happy anywhere as long as we were together.
I wish I'd known how much I was limiting myself. We all have to learn from mistakes though. And after two dramatic break-ups during our freshman year of college, I learned the hard way.
Boyfriend #2
J couldn't be more different from my first boyfriend. I met him at a party about two months after the final E breakup. He was funny and cute. I was drunk and on the rebound. We exchanged numbers and started hanging out often with our many mutual friends. He offered me a ride home for spring break since we were from the same city. And things sort of took off from there. We hung out almost every day of that break and were inseparable when we got back to school. He broke up with me after about 2 months, when the school year was winding down and we knew we were going to be in different cities for the summer. This time though, there was no drama and we parted as close friends.
I think of my first relationship as one of those drawn out off and on couples from TV. Carrie and Big, Ross and Rachel, Cory and Topanga...except our story doesn't have a happy ending. In comparison, my second relationship was a standard-issue chick flick: sweet, short and unbelievably simple.
I still have a lot to learn. I've experienced two extremes: a two month fantasy and a nearly three year ordeal that was both good and bad. I've screwed up a lot, but I honestly have no regrets. Everything I've done has made me who I am now. And someone is waiting right around the corner...like Autumn was for Tom.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
"Did you install blahdiddyblahblahblah?" "Um, I don't know what that is"
My laptop is currently being funky and might have a virus. So for now I'm using one of my family's PCs until my stepdad Brian fixes it. He asked me several questions while messing with it yesterday, most of them along the lines of "Why didn't you install anti-virus software?"
Honestly, I just hadn't thought about it! I am so clueless when it comes to technology. When I got my laptop near the end of senior year, I thought the guys at Best Buy had set me up completely. I gleefully added iTunes, photo software and a few other personal touches and was satisfied.
Now my computer's configuration is messed up, so I'll likely have to take it into Best Buy tomorrow. Brian has done what he can with it and I have to give him massive props for not yelling at me in the process. He is a 50-year-old engineer and I'm a 20-year-old English major. We have nothing in common other than our sign (Leo). After years of constantly butting heads, we've fallen into a casual pattern of ignorance. We acknowledge each other when necessary but other than that don't really communicate.
EPIPHANY!!!
My relationship with Brian and my relationship with technology are the same! I realize they're both necessary (technology for school and to communicate with the outside world, Brian because he's married to my mom and has 2 kids with her). I don't particularly enjoy either though and sometimes I wish they didn't exist.
At the end of the day though, I'm thankful for both. Online shopping and a place to live when I'm not in Logan make them worth the hassle.
Honestly, I just hadn't thought about it! I am so clueless when it comes to technology. When I got my laptop near the end of senior year, I thought the guys at Best Buy had set me up completely. I gleefully added iTunes, photo software and a few other personal touches and was satisfied.
Now my computer's configuration is messed up, so I'll likely have to take it into Best Buy tomorrow. Brian has done what he can with it and I have to give him massive props for not yelling at me in the process. He is a 50-year-old engineer and I'm a 20-year-old English major. We have nothing in common other than our sign (Leo). After years of constantly butting heads, we've fallen into a casual pattern of ignorance. We acknowledge each other when necessary but other than that don't really communicate.
EPIPHANY!!!
My relationship with Brian and my relationship with technology are the same! I realize they're both necessary (technology for school and to communicate with the outside world, Brian because he's married to my mom and has 2 kids with her). I don't particularly enjoy either though and sometimes I wish they didn't exist.
At the end of the day though, I'm thankful for both. Online shopping and a place to live when I'm not in Logan make them worth the hassle.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Blame It on The A-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Disclaimer: there is some harsh language in this post. But it's only to tell the story.
A free concert in Salt Lake City attracts all kinds of people. Mostly drunk ones. Tonight was no exception. My friends and I were sober, but we were surrounded by them. I have no problem with this for the most part. I drink whenever I have the opportunity so I don't judge. Everyone can make their own decisions.
BUT...sometimes they do stupid shit. Not just the stupid shit I am prone to do, like make out with a stranger or spill food. Really cruel stuff. And I know this post is full of fragments and the English major in me is upset, but I think it's the best way to describe what went down.
A former classmate approached us, three sheets to the wind. He extended his arms and boomed, "WHAT'S UP NIGGAS?!"
Okaaaay. That I could overlook. But it was when he yelled at my friend (who's black) "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU NIGGA! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!"
I wanted to haul off and hit him, but a) I was paralyzed in shock and b) it wouldn't have helped the situation. I know know we all do things out of character while drunk, but this wasn't just drunken banter. He and my friend weren't exactly on good terms the last time they talked, so there was genuine hate in his words.
I hope he has a wicked hangover in the morning so he'll feel some remorse. I doubt he'll remember what he said. My friend and I remember, but she's strong enough not to let it bother her and will likely even laugh about it.
Erase the hate.
And think before you drink.
Hahaha I just sounded like an ad for Above The Influence or something. Anyway, you know what I mean :P
A free concert in Salt Lake City attracts all kinds of people. Mostly drunk ones. Tonight was no exception. My friends and I were sober, but we were surrounded by them. I have no problem with this for the most part. I drink whenever I have the opportunity so I don't judge. Everyone can make their own decisions.
BUT...sometimes they do stupid shit. Not just the stupid shit I am prone to do, like make out with a stranger or spill food. Really cruel stuff. And I know this post is full of fragments and the English major in me is upset, but I think it's the best way to describe what went down.
A former classmate approached us, three sheets to the wind. He extended his arms and boomed, "WHAT'S UP NIGGAS?!"
Okaaaay. That I could overlook. But it was when he yelled at my friend (who's black) "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU NIGGA! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!"
I wanted to haul off and hit him, but a) I was paralyzed in shock and b) it wouldn't have helped the situation. I know know we all do things out of character while drunk, but this wasn't just drunken banter. He and my friend weren't exactly on good terms the last time they talked, so there was genuine hate in his words.
I hope he has a wicked hangover in the morning so he'll feel some remorse. I doubt he'll remember what he said. My friend and I remember, but she's strong enough not to let it bother her and will likely even laugh about it.
Erase the hate.
And think before you drink.
Hahaha I just sounded like an ad for Above The Influence or something. Anyway, you know what I mean :P
Thursday, August 12, 2010
First Post
Hello!
I've started this blog for the same reason I imagine most people start blogging: boredom. I know mine will never be as good as any of the ones I follow, but I might as well try it! (:
While I'm waiting for my clothes to dry, let me tell you a bit about myself.
1. I am a sophomore in college. My major is English with a Professional and Technical Writing emphasis. This means that I want to be an editor at a major book publishing company in New York City. Most people laugh at my dream. I'm going to make it happen, then do the "I told you so" dance from Scrubs.
2. My blog's title is that of an old No Doubt song. Favorite. Band. Ever.
3. My URL is dedicated to two adorable springer spaniel dogs, Sam and Freckles (it used to be Frodo until my stepdad made me change it). I couldn't love a human baby more than I love those dogs.
4. My clothes are done. Yay!
Peace
Lyssa
I've started this blog for the same reason I imagine most people start blogging: boredom. I know mine will never be as good as any of the ones I follow, but I might as well try it! (:
While I'm waiting for my clothes to dry, let me tell you a bit about myself.
1. I am a sophomore in college. My major is English with a Professional and Technical Writing emphasis. This means that I want to be an editor at a major book publishing company in New York City. Most people laugh at my dream. I'm going to make it happen, then do the "I told you so" dance from Scrubs.
2. My blog's title is that of an old No Doubt song. Favorite. Band. Ever.
3. My URL is dedicated to two adorable springer spaniel dogs, Sam and Freckles (it used to be Frodo until my stepdad made me change it). I couldn't love a human baby more than I love those dogs.
4. My clothes are done. Yay!
Peace
Lyssa
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