Winter.

Good morning/afternoon/evening, depending on where you’re located in the world. Maybe it’s summer where you are, but it’s finally feeling like winter here in Pittsburgh. It’s snowing huge snowflakes, and the wind makes my bones hurt, but it’s awesome. I enjoy winter, not because it feels like Christmas, but because it’s the only season where you can leave physical proof that you exist. I mean, sure, in the fall you can jump in a pile of leaves and make an imprint, but that’s kind of lame. During winter, you can make snow angels and snowman. Your footprints are everywhere, and because of that,winter knows where you’ve been, and where you’re going. It’s crazy to think about it, but it’s true. It’s awesome…

That is all.

It’s Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas

Because i’ve been to hell and back with literature over the past 3 or 4 months, i feel like my mind is always coming up with these intense and quite awkward drafts of my life. Most of the time, they are incoherent thoughts about what i want to do, or who i want to be, or what life is all about. And every time i think that i have something fitting to say, my mind reworks the fragments of thoughts into an interpretation of what i originally wanted to say.  It’s kind of really annoying. I feel like im always forced to say something that has a deeper meaning to it. I feel like i’m constantly thinking, “What would Milton say?” and then i just push myself further and further away from my original thought. The moral of this paragraph: literary works melt your brain and turn you into a philosophical and intellectual being. hah.

So, as i somewhat mentioned, my first semester in college is coming to an end. Over the next two weeks, I will have earned 17 credits at the University of Pittsburgh in the School of Arts and Sciences. I guess i feel a sense of accomplishment. I mean, I’m not in high school anymore, and no one gives a shit if I make it or not in college. I’ve pushed myself beyond belief to finish this semester. I originally came into college as a potential biology major. However, I soon discovered that my love for biology was as shallow as a kiddie pool. Don’t get me wrong, i love learning about the immune system and how complex our bodies are, but i would rather cut out my eye than learn about plant defense mechanisms. I also found out that i’m not really good at biology. I can memorize the shit out of my bio book, but when it comes to application, I’m pretty intellectually inadequate. So, I dropped my bio major and decided to pursue a psychology major, which i hands down love, by the way. I’m going to do research on the brain activity in patients who suffer from multiple personality disorder, which will take me to PITT AT LONDON my junior year, hopefully.

If there is one thing i’ve discovered about college, it’s that it’s a lot harder than it looks. sure, waking up whenever you want isn’t that bad, and partying sounds pretty fun, but it’s a lot of work. You live off of easy mac, you don’t have an oven, your mom doesn’t do your laundry, your roommate snores, your best friend has found a new best friend, and hookups are the only acceptable form of a relationship. Not to mention, you devote your time to primarily studying and finding “your spot” in the campus library. It’s a huge wakeup call.

Alright, to kind of go in the opposite direction….WHO IS PSYCHED FOR CHRISTMAS????

I am.

Literally, i am more excited about christmas than anything in my entire life. I think i’ve always loved christmas, but now that i live in the city and see how pretty the city lights are, I have a better appreciation for it. I’ve been listening to christmas music non-stop and i’ve also been tuning into ABC family’s 25 days of christmas! It’s cold where i’m at right now, and snowy, and i’m so ready for it to be christmas. In addition, I’m so excited to go home and spend time with my family. I love my family so much, and i love being with them and being home. I cannot wait for christmas cookies and christmas dinner and seeing old friends.

That is it for tonight. Finals week is approaching, and i’m pretty nervous, but for right now, i’m doing okay.

I love life, my friends, my family, my college, everything.

Goodnight you crazy hucklebucks.

Beam me up Scotty!

Good evening wonderful world of  WordPress.
Before i start ranting about thanksgiving and this past week, I would like to shed light on the subject of Star Trek.
It’s alright if you’ve never seen the original Star Trek, or the newest 2009 movie.
If you’ll please direct your attention to the title of this blog, it completely blows my mind that the quote, “Beam me up Scotty” is never said in any star trek episode/movie. I’ve heard people swear to God that the quote exists in the originals, but it doesn’t. It’s insane. I feel like my entire history of Star Trek has been a lie….haha, wow. LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!

Alright, i would also like to discuss my new found love for Spock. Okay, i’ll admit that i’m partially in love with Zach Quinto, which might fuel my love for spock, since he plays him in the 2009 Star Trek movie. Seriously, give me that man with his spock ears and my life will be complete. But seriously, i enjoyed spock so much more in this new movie. He’s a ladies man, for sure, because he’s got that whole “I’m half human” thing going for him. And he’s kind of badass. I mean he’s all about the math and science and being a “nerd,” but at the same time, he’s over there strangling kirk. Badass Vulcan.

Alright, I think i’ll focus the rest of this post on this past week, and Thanksgiving/Black Friday.

I was almost positive that college holidays were going to be 10 times better than high school holidays. Unfortunately, I still have the same days off as my high school, and I had to share them with some kids i used to know, and my crazy relatives. This week was honestly insane. I made it home from college on monday night at 9pm, after driving from Oakland. I walked inside only to realize that my entire family was borderline shit faced drunk. It’s awesome walking in at 9pm and seeing an empty case of beer.

Tuesday, I picked up the album, “friday” by Forever the Sickest Kids. Now, don’t get me wrong, I think they are a fantastic band with really catchy songs,  and insanely attractive band members, but this album completely blows. There is nothing WORSE than picking up an album, only to realize that there are only 6 songs on it.  They sucked me into buying with the phrase “Part 1 of the weekend series” which, at the time, made me believe that the other 6 or 7 songs were making their way onto another album in the next week or so. In reality, those 6 or 7 songs may not make it out until next year. To be honest, that 8 dollars was not well spent. I could have bought a cheap 90’s movie with that 8 dollars. That would have lasted me longer than 6 songs.

Wednesday was Thanksgiving pre-gaming.  We basically cleaned every surface in my house in order to make room for the mass amounts of food that would come out of my kitchen on Thursday. Pre-gaming is a huge event in my house. It’s an all day event which i like to refer to as Thanksgiving eve. Granted, there are no presents, but i mean, the joy that comes with anticipating thanksgiving is enough for me. Alright, I know what you’re thinking…”This girl is an obese creeper who loves food a little too much…what is she, 400 pounds?”
The answer is no, I am not 400 pounds, or anywhere close to it. haha, and I don’t love all food that much. My entire family is really into cooking and baking. they have their own cookbooks and all that jazz, so the food that comes out of our kitchen is fantastic.

Thanksgiving Thursday was awesome. Tons of food, tons of drunken relatives. Football, movies, planning for christmas…you name it. However, thursday also involved a semi-traumatic family experience. My betta fish tried to commit suicide. First off, my relatives are a bit senile, to say the least. My fish was sitting on the halfwall that separates my kitchen and living room, in a cup because his bowl had a crack in it. So my grandpap thought it was his glass, and started to make a drink with my fish…..my mom thought he put alcohol in it, so she dumped my fish in a ladle. She then put him back in another cup and placed him on my dresser in my room.

If there is one thing to note about bettas, it’s that they freak out when you place them in front of a mirror. It’s ridiculous. Without thinking, guess where my mom put my betta…….

in front of a mirror.

I had no idea, so i didn’t think about checking on him before going to my grandma’s house. When i returned home 2 hours later, i found out that my fish propelled himself out of the cup, onto the floor of my bedroom. For 2 hours, my fish was cocooned in dust underneath my dresser. I had to get my brother to pick him up from underneath it. We then presumed he was dead, but my brother thought it would be fun to put him in a cup instead of flushing it…..the fish started swimming as soon as he hit the water……it was a miracle…..

We then realized we were out of water conditioner, so we got in the car and drove to WALMART in the middle of the night….like crazy walmart customers. To make a long story short, my fish survived, and is now safe in my dorm room.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday all meshed together with never-ending football games and drunken parties. It was a great time.

 

Have a good night wordpress…LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!

oh, and a side note: happy 22nd birthday Dougie. I hope it was as amazing as you.

 

C’s Get Degrees

 

When I was younger, maybe 14 or 15, I didn’t expect things to be like this–especially college.

I mean, I obviously knew that college was going to be a lot harder than anything I was used to, and it was going to challenge me in ways that i had never been challenged. But i never expected it to show no mercy or forgiveness at all. College isn’t all parties and “the best time of your life.” Sure, there are parties, some that are really great and fun, and some that have sweaty frat guys trying to get up on you. But college, for the most part, is academics. Professors don’t give a shit what other classes you have, so they treat you like you only have their class. That means you’re always knee-deep in endless work. Now take into account that you’re not only doing ALL of that class’s work, but you’re doing that much work for EVERY CLASS. Now, imagine taking 5 or 6 classes. It’s rough. It’s honestly like being up shit creek without a paddle.

I’ve always been a straight-a student. I took AP courses. I was on the honor roll every semester, and I graduated as an honor grad in the top 15% of my class of 500 kids. For the most part, I would say i was pretty gifted in the academic department.

And then i get to college, and i’m struggling for a B. All i want in my life is to actually just PASS biology. That’s my realistic goal. It’s  really awful right now, and i’m looking like I wasn’t ready for college. This semester has legitimately kicked my ass, but that’s the way freshman year goes. You start realizing that you’re not going to be the smartest kid anymore. Instead, there are 300 kids who are just as smart, and they are sitting right next to you in lecture.

It’s pretty disgusting and not fun. It makes me upset that i’m not getting A’s, and i’m working my ass off. But, luckily the quote, “C’s get Degrees!” is making me feel better.

 

Have a wonderful night, even if you’re failing classes.

Maybe, I could be that person

It’s recently dawned upon me, in a really absurd and kind of ironic way, that one of my life goals is to become someone who a lot of people know. And when i mean a lot of people, I mean people not only that i meet in person, but someone who is known for good things across different mediums. I want to be known in person, obviously. If it were possible, i’d like to shake hands with every genuinely good person in the world. But I also kind of want to be known via the internet.

No, i know what you’re thinking, “she wants to be a myspace whore.” No, not at all. In fact, if i ever have the “myspace whore” title, i encourage you to come to my house, if you happen to know where that is at, and punch me in the throat. I’m not looking for online publicity of shameless self-promoting. I actually would like to be known for the words that come out of my mouth. Not insults, or misconceptions, or judgments, or anything. I’m actually a firm believer in Psalm 19:14, which says, “May the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be pleasing in your sight, O lord, my rock, my redeemer.” I’d like to be know as someone who has inspirational things to say that will honestly make someone’s life slightly better.

I think we’ve all been in those situations, where all you need to hear is someone tell you that you’re great, that you are good at who you are, and that you’re going to be okay. I mean, right now, i’m sitting here typing this blog while studying for my third Biology test. I’m at a pretty low spot right now, after attempting to memorize and sift through biology jargon that makes no sense at all. I need someone to tell me that I’m smart, and that I can get a fairly high-grade. You know? I could be that for people.

hmmmph.

Maybe i’ll have something more to say about this, whenever my mind isn’t focused on Biology.

Have a lovely evening, and remember, Life doesn’t happen to everyone, so enjoy it.

Elbow Sex.

Alright, once again i fail miserably at this blog. Aha, can’t I set it to autopilot and just constantly record my thoughts neatly on my hard drive? then again, i don’t think the world is ready for some of the ideas that come out of my head.

To reference back to my last blog, 2 weeks ago, i spent my entire saturday sitting outside the Mellon Arena in the freezing cold weather. The Mellon Arena is this huge concert/hockey/other huge events/ arena in downtown Pittsburgh. And if you didn’t know already, i’m an insanely HUGE Penguins fan. So on saturday they did this thing called “student rush” where if you show up when the gates open, with a college id, you can get hockey tickets for 20 dollars. So basically, my friend and I showed up at 1:30 (the gates don’t open until 6:30) to sit outside the gates, for 5 hours.  Now take into account that although we were the second and third people in line, we’re college kids with basically no winter clothes, and no car. Obviously there was no way for us to lug huge chairs on a bus.  All we had were blankets, 5 layers of clothes, and an umbrella. We were pretty unprepared for 35 degree weather. I grew up 30 minutes outside of Pittsburgh, so i’m pretty familiar with the weather, and I have never, in my life seen 35 degree weather in October.

So we waited 5 hours outside. I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes, we were sitting next to this really annoying girl who couldn’t keep  her mouth shut for more than 30 seconds, and we were pretty irritated that it was cold and raining. However, our night seemed to turn out pretty advantageous when we got 5th row from the ice seats that sell for almost 184 dollars.  To some degree, my life is complete. hah. and not to mention the sweet eye contact moment with J.Staal. haha LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT.

In addition to the hockey game, my friend Amber and I saw PARANORMAL ACTIVITY. for being a poorly produced movie, it was pretty scary. The girls sitting next to us actually ran out of the theater. Now, I’m one of those people who loves scary movies. I’ve only ever been afraid of “The exorcist” for obvious reasons. But usually, i’m not freaked out by any movie. However, Paranormal Activity brought on a new type of fear-  ridiculously weird fear. It’s really not hard to produce a BLAIR WITCH type movie. I mean all you need is a couple of half decent actors, a video camera, and mad editing skills. Still, I couldn’t get over the fact that this chick would get up in the middle of the night, and just STAND OVER her boyfriend. I mean, if my roommate ever did that to me, i’d punch her in the throat. The movie wasn’t “OH MY GOD I’M NEVER SLEEPING AGAIN” type of movie. It was a thriller, with a lot of awesome editing in it.

To kind of switch directions, i’d like to tell you about this weekend’s ROCKY HORROR PICTURE  SHOW trip. I’ve been going to see a live production of Rocky Horror since i was in 9th grade…so that makes this year my 5th time seeing it. And if you’re sitting there thinking “doesn’t it get old?” the answer is no. Every year you see a new drag queen, and some really frightened n00bz.

This year was my best friend’s brother’s first time. He was a rocky horror virgin, and everyone knows these kids aren’t taken lightly. The narrator…you know the guy without the fucking neck, took him on stage, and “spanked” him in front of at least 300 people. It was epic. I also got to see the infamous thong boy there, with nothing on but a leopard thong. He was accompanied by his drag queen lover, who i’m pretty sure had math class with me a few years back. It’s always nice reconnecting on awkward circumstances.

Rocky Horror is by far one of the best experiences to have. So, if you haven’t seen it, rent the movie, google call backs, and find someone who will have elbow sex with you, while doing the time warp. You will say things you never thought would come out of your mouth. And if you do happen to attend a live performance, you’ll be surprised that the 50-year-old lady sitting behind you is screaming, “Hey Brad! i think there’s cum on the windshield”

These things never get old, ever.

Have a good night.

Teaser for the next blog.

I legitimately JUST got back from the best weekend of my life.

Today alone,  I sat outside in 35 degree weather, for 5 hours, which led to me connecting with jordan staal, and a whole lot of other stuff.

Needless to say, i’m exhausted.

So i’ll leave you with a teaserrrr of tomorrow’s blog

1. Met and exchanged names with Argyle sweater boy

2. Tripped over very cute ginger boy

3. Saw Paranormal activity

4.Went to friday night improv

5.SAT IN THE 5TH ROW AT A PENGUIN HOCKEY GAME.

The end.

See you tomorrow babies.

Friday Nite Improvs

I’ve found my ACTUAL calling in life. I’ve decided instead of being in school for the next 13 years, i think i’ll hang out in the studio room at my university friday nights from 11pm-1am. There is this secret society, and when i say secret i mean 100 people getting together with nothing better to do, that meets every friday night. It’s called “FRIDAY NITE IMPROVS.”

Friday Nite Improvs is basically100% audience participation improv. It’s basically the exact same thing as “Who’s Line is it Anyway?” only you can actually volunteer yourself.

I think i’ve always wanted to kind of improv with my weird sense of humor. Specifically, i’d actually really love to do some stand up…i mean my life is kind of jacked up from time to time. Like, take for example, my drunken uncles who leave really insane answering machine messages that create a wide variety of one-liners. I think i’m good at making people laugh, and it’s pretty effortless.

So tonight was my first night of improv,but i actually sat it out so i could just kind of watch and see what was going on. It’s intimidating at first, obviously, because some of the people have been doing it for years, but at the same time, it’s so comfortable. It’s the only place where failure is applauded, and where you can be whoever you want to be for 2 hours. You’re not trying to prove anything, you’re there because you want to be funny, because you want to accomplish something. I actually do believe that there is a huge impact associated with making a large crowd laugh uncontrollably. It’s fun, it’s easy.

Tonight, topics ranged from “I’ve been here for seven years, i’m sick of being a pawn! i want to be the queen! checkmate”…..to….”carolyn..those are the two biggest pieces of shit a septic tank cleaner like myself has ever seen”

I’m going to take an improv workshop, from one of the founders of this crazy intense club. It’s going to be insane.
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Have a good night.

You are the brightest star in my sky, for sure.

TROGDOR

It took me a good 2 weeks to finally blog about the infamous TROGDOR.

I apologize for my absence. College finally gives me a reason to put off my social life for weeks at a time. Sometimes, i convince myself that i don’t exist outside of the library. I’m convinced that if i look at the book long enough, i’ll eventually learn by osmosis. Turns out, my biology professor likes to crush dreams, and gave a ridiculous test today. I got a C. looks like osmosis isn’t working out so well. I think i’ll stick to blogging about things i know, like TROGDOR and the G-20 Summit.

2 weekends ago, I went to my first official University of Pittsburgh Football game. I had no idea that my college’s football team is actually really good. (i should also mention that when i say FOOTBALL i mean actually American Football, for those of you ACROSS THE POND) So, I’m sitting there with my friend Amber, and we notice these three kids in front of us wearing shirts that say “Trogdor” “cake ninja” and “day man.”  I will make note that none of these college boys were attractive at all, and they were all at the football game with their parents.

Trogdor was the hero of that football game. First of all, TROGDOR is actually a character on homestarrunner. If you’ve never been to homestarrunner, i suggest you go there and watch some strongbad emails. For those of you who have visited homestarrunner, you obviously have no life whatsoever if you stumbled upon the site on your own. (i will admit that homestarrunner is the only site that my gooey brain can comprehend, after being demolished in biology…..) Trogdor is this dragon character with huge muscles. he’s kind of like the HULK of dragons. This kid, however, was nothing close to the hulk.

Trogdor was this crazy, over-the-top football fanatic. I’ve seen some pretty outgoing football fans, and none of them compared to this kid. During the first quarter, he limited himself to just screaming “WHOOOOOOOO” a lot, in very long intervals. I don’t know how his voice got so high, and so loud for so long. After about halftime, he started turning around to the crowd yelling, “GET EXCITED! WHOOOOO! COME ON!” making crazy arm gestures. it wasn’t until the 3rd quarter that he reached his full potential. He turned around, pointed at this latino man behind Amber and I, and broke out the COWBOY DANCE MOVES. cowboy dance moves are shaping your hands like guns, and kind of awkwardly shaking them while screaming. I wish i would have had a video camera. it was priceless.

I’ve come to the realization that i will probably never see trogdor again. My freshman class is over 13,000 kids, and he wasn’t exactly freshmeat. My life goal is to track him down, and have a really intense conversation of where he found the cowboy dance moves, and how he keeps his voice so high and loud. hahhhhhh.

Alright, in other news….THE G-20 SUMMIT took place in Pittsburgh (where I live!) over the weekend. I’m not going to even begin to get into the whole “political opinion” side of the G-20, because i don’t want to start a wordpress riot over foreign affairs.  alright. So, i’d like to just take a moment, and reflect on what went down in the ‘burgh. (i know that the protestors want to see their name in lights. i know they google where their names have been typed and all that jazz, so i won’t mention group names. I’m sorry, but i really don’t think they deserve it…afterall, their protests were pretty PWNED by the police)

Some of the protestors repelled off of bridges, others threw bikes at police officers. over 200 people were arrested for unlawful riots, and 142 people in oakland were also arrested (some were Pitt Students). The police actually came into the Pitt Campus, and actually MACED and TEAR GASSED a whollleeeee bunch of people. It was intense.

It’s late.

some of us have to wake up and go to biology, while others get to wake up and go to high school. BASK IN THE GLORY OF HIGH SCHOOL and not having to do anything. real life is a REAL big wake up call. College isn’t pissing around.

Have a good night. you are all wonderful people, and you deserve to have a good day tomorrow.

–chelle

chinese takeout?

Another eventful night in the BURGH (i guess it’s cool to call it the burgh, even if i don’t actually LIVE directly in Pittsburgh. I’m in Oakland which has a different zip code and everything. Sometimes, i think it’s cooler than downtown. I mean, can you find a hookah bar in downtown? i doubt it. Can you find one in Oakland? you bet your ass you can)

I didn’t have enough energy, or the will to actually blog last night, seeing as how i was up till 12 watching reruns of project runway, and eating  chinese food…

which brings me to my next BLOGGING TOPIC—- Chinese takeout.

So basically, last night my friend amber and I ordered chinese takeout from a place whose name i don’t know. We were actually looking for a legit restaurant who would give us actual chicken, rather than cat. (I’m pretty sure every chinese restaurant, other than the SHOGUN has been cited for cat. meow)

So, we’re waiting outside our residence hall waiting for this asian man to bring us our food. I didn’t that delivering food was such a hard job, obviously I was wrong. This asian man shows up with our food, and has no idea how much we owe him. Not only is he unaware of the price, but he doesn’t have a legit “change” pocket. Therefore, he had no idea how much change to give us. I was pretty lame.

Actually, it really kind of pissed me off.

Oh, and on another bad note,

the food fucking sucked.

AWESOME.

I shall post tomorrow of my adventures at the PITT GAME, and a boy named TRAGDOR.

i kid you not, this guy was LEGENDARY.