College Probs

There is this college saying:
"Good grades, social life, sleep. Pick TWO."

I tried giving up my social life. I hated everything and had a miserable time.

So then I tried giving up my grades...but that just stressed me out.

And so now, I'm giving up on sleep. It's actually been working quite well so far.

We'll see how long I last...

The Point of No Return

I survived my first week of college.

It's HARD.

I mean I've been trying to stay on top of my homework all week and BARELY making it. I'm a little bit worried that the only friends I will make in college will be my textbooks because they are consuming all of my time.

But before you begin worrying too much about my social life, it's okay, because I have the best roommates. My room roommate (roomie? person that I'm actually sharing a room with, not just a dorm? Sorry...still figuring out the lingo here) is basically the greatest person ever. Partly because she is just like me and I'm great (ha, not really, but we'll go with it), and partly because she is a million times cooler than me. Honestly, I was super worried and I got SUPER lucky.

(Shout out to her if she's reading this...also...you should probably go back to your Physics homework.)

But anyways...the real reason for this post is because two significant things happened this week. Two very big things that have undeniably pushed me into the college sphere and past the point of no return.

First, you have to understand that I have lived in this town my whole life and every time I have driven past campus I have remarked some smart comment about how college students never look to see if cars are coming, they just waltz right across the street.

I DID IT.

I didn't even notice, I was just walking, and then the crosswalk, and then I didn't even look, I just walked. About 3/4 of the way across I had realized what I'd done. Then....I hung my head in shame.

The second event just barely happened, and it was so influential I had to write a blog post about it.

Yup.

That's right.

I just ate my first bowl of Ramen Noodles.

I made it a whole week, and now...there's no going back.

It's official.

I can't deny it.

I'm a college student.

Neverland

After graduating from high school, I went home, read a chapter of Winnie the Pooh and took a nap. That marked the beginning of summer.

Now, I've quit my job, I'm all moved out, and college starts on Tuesday. Summer is over (I have to face it) and I suppose I'm supposed to be all grown up now. Which means facing reality.

....

Honestly though...

I kinda just wanna pull a Peter Pan, fly across the world, have adventures, and never worry a thing about money or scholarships or whether or not I actually have to do everything my professor stated in the syllabus to succeed in their class.

I want to go to Neverland.

Why is it called Neverland? Why can't it be called Foreverland or Sometimesland? Why NEVER?

Is it because it's full of things that COULD never happen or things that WILL never happen?

Because I have so many things that I want to happen and I'm afraid they never will. I want to travel Europe, but I have no idea how I would pay for it. I want to see the Northern lights, run a marathon, go on a mission, spend a day as a street performer, and maybe find a man of my dreams who would do some of it with me. Most of all though I want to start (or be a large part of) some sort of service organization that could really change people's lives, particularly in third world countries.

That is my fairytale-my Neverland.

But it all seems so impossible.

And frankly. That sucks.

Weed

(One of those things that happens at 1:00 in the morning...not sure where it came from...probably all of Rutter's drug stories...)

Unwanted.
Withering.
You tried to kill me in so many ways,
But you never had the
Mercy
To pull me from my Roots
And toss me away.

They say that what you eat
Is what you are.
But it just goes right through you.

No what you smoke-
It's what you breathe,
Slipping through your entire bloodstream
In seconds.
Every inch of your body.
What you smoke
Is what you are.

I would try to hide,
But in a house this small
I could never get far away.
So I'd sit there
With my back to the wall,
Listening to you cough
And cry
And cuss.
I would breathe through my
T-shirt,
Hoping that maybe I could
Keep it out of me,
I could keep you out of me.

But what's in you
Is in me.
Your genes,
Your addiction,
And all your nasty diseases,
Because I never could get
Far enough away.

Now, all we are is
Weeds.
Unwanted.
Withering.
Trying to kill ourselves
In so many ways,
But never
Merciful enough
To try and
Get away.

Moose: The Suicidal Cat

First off let me start by saying I really don't blame the cat...

Before I begin there are a few things you need to know about my sister.
1. She likes to have fun.
2. She likes to have fun HER WAY.

For the majority of the time this really isn't a problem. But when she is a five year old kid and you are a bushy-tailed 'kitty' that doesn't liked to be squished, hugged, tackled, pulled, or in general tortured, this is a very big problem.

Oh, one more thing you need to know.
3. She is the oldest child...which means when she was little, the animals were her only playmates.

Fortunately she had a lot of pets on hand.

Unfortunately, they weren't as fond of her as she was of them.

For example, she used to push the baby goats in her baby swing. She thought it was the greatest.

They didn't.

It's a miracle nothing died.

Well...until Moose...

After she was born he started living on top of the bookshelves (the one place the little toddler couldn't reach him), but every once in a while he would get caught and thoroughly tortured until he managed to escape once again.

On one specific day after his torture session, my mother came home from a doctor's appointment. She was pregnant with my big brother. As she walked in the door, the cat looked from my sister, to her pregnant belly, to my sister....to her belly....to my sister...and ran straight out the door, down the drive, and to the road where he got hit by a car.

I tell you that cat knew. It knew there was another one coming, and 2 on 1 apparently didn't seem very fair to him.

So Moose, the cat, committed suicide.

Welcome

Take Sarcastic Street.

Drive for hours.

Laugh at the signs.

You'll come to Technical Town.

Speed as fast as you can to get through it.

Turn left at Creative Circuit.

Go around as many times as you can.

Each time it's different.

Opinion Outlet is just around the corner.

It gets interesting.

But for now you should take Amusing Avenue.

Everybody likes that.

You'll see signs for Humor Highway and Intriguing Interstate.

Take whichever one you please.

Just make sure you get off at the Explore Exit.

It's for the curious people.

On your right you'll see an old sign.

Almost like it's been forgotten.

That is Memory Lane.

Turn "Write on Memory Lane" and you have found my blog.

Welcome.

But don't worry, if you don't like anything you've seen

You'll be able to find Hater Road.

It's a dead end.