SB2K11 Carlisle PA babay

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Freshman year of college I went to Florida, Boca Raton, with the team for Spring Break.  Sophmore year I went to Disney World with the team for Spring Break.  This year I am spending my Spring Break with the team again, what sunny vacation will we be partaking in? Carlisle PA baby.  Sun and sand not included. Luckily the coaches have lined up a very busy schedule for  us including games, practices, and an all inclusive trip to Harrisburg Coliseum for games, go carts, and a paid for dinner at a Japenese steak house. Maybe I'll be able to show off my new tan that I got this weekend in the 30 something degree cloudy weather.

We played the team that tore my ACL on Friday. We kicked their asses, so yeah, fuck you Cabrini just like you fucked my acl and led to the very unfortunate weight gain...yeah...im blaming that on them.
This blog is actually painful to write. My sharp wit is dulling the more time I spend on this empty campus and it's only Sunday. The only redeeming quality of this break (aside from the good lax and lax games etc) is finding out that Charlotte would be joining me in my time here at Dickinson.
So what have we done with our time? (the time outside of the vast amount of lacrosse hours and early morning wake ups) Char and I went to target...than sat around...stopped at the boys lax game....
thennnn the next day we went to go see Red Riding Hood. Do not be decieved by the steamy trailers and sneak peaks...aside from the ridiculously good looking cast the movie was poorly acted and had even worse writing. The scenery also was fantastic...twilight in the winter time kinda. I wanna punch myself in the face for saying that but I have neither the strength or masochistic tendencies to do so.

I did my laundry on Friday and haven't put it away yet. I figured when I did my laundry that my room would magically look clean...that proved a vain hope and after that was discovered I lost my vigor and let it go down hill again...at least all the clothes laying around are clean now.

What else is there to say? Taryn has a knack for bringing home the desserts after tailgates....fucking damn it does this really need to happen? Trying not to eat a platter of cupcakes is difficult for someone with selfcontrol...it's impossible for someone who has none.

Oh also, Char and I intend on doing an exersize video in the pink room of the DNu house! It's no Zumba but I'm sure I'll be able to get my rhythm and groove on just the same just cant forget my knee brace ya heard?

Where else shall I go with my pointless stories?  Nowhere...thats all I got...COME BACK TO CAMPUS SO WE CAN HANG OUT PLEASE!
I promise the next post will be better I promise. No I don't.

"Why does everyone have dirt on thier forehead?"

Disclaimer: This is not a essay I'm not turning it into my prof. and I'm not taking it to the writing center. That being said...I don't have spell check and I don't care enough to edit.

International Womens day and Mardi Gras great combo and greater excuses to drink.
I had three classes today, none of which I attended seeing as how I did not get back into my room till around 7 in the morning. Don't worry though, because nothing exciting happened last night, just because I was up till the wee hours of the morning does not deter from the fact that this is Dickinson and I am anti-social and unexciting.
Also, if I hear the joke "I'm giving up school/work for lent" one more time I will ralph. 
Talked to Steele today with the remaining 3 minutes of her alloted internet time out in Africa. This basically meant I got an I miss you, a quick joke, and sudden signing off. Jess talked to her for longer, but the most information she could give me out of the conversation was that Eliza told her it was really hot in Africa...also some things in Africa may have been getting a little steamy.  Joke. Don't ask cuz I won't tell.
Anyways, last night...hmm what to say. I got nothing. Natty Light, 21 cup, Sean bailed...where did he go? I should text him eventually but I don't really care that much. All I have to say is...mow my front lawn.
Crystal Mc is the new form of entertainment in my life. Just thought I would share that since my new hobby in narrating her life in the most horrible renditions of a old english nanny voice.
Have you ever heard of the white girls problem thing on twitter? I don't have a twitter, and I hate twitter its like the worst part of fb (statuses) having an entire site dedicated to them. Why would you follow someone's twitter? mojoritily its a stupid quote or a mind numbing update on completely normal activities of the persons day.  The more I write about this the more I'm seeing the simularities between this blog and twitter....fuck me..
anyways back to my point white girl problems...hilarious. example "I'm at greenroom and they ran out of veggie burgers" white girl problem
sooo
I made a few of my own
"grinding with a guys knee caps at a party" short girl problem
"getting sunburn in 35 degree weather" irish girl problem

there are more...maybe ill post one with every new blog post...but unlikely

oh also, ben busted out the quote book last night and hijacked Mays twitter account and posted some golden nuggets on that bad boy. I think that quote book should be published and the original should be in the archives at Dickinson like sean suggested.
I've been talking about twitter alot thats how exciting my life is at this point in time.

"Shit got Crazy at the Dick"... "Shit is Still Crazy at the Dick"

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Sooo for those of you who actually read this blog (all 4 of you including myself and my siblings) you probs know about the movement on campus for the changes in the school's sexual assult policies. I would LOVE to explain it to you all but, mixing it in with my other seriously class lacking stories I feel like it would taint the cause a little bit. If you do not know about what's going on here check us the fuck out because we're not joking around and we would LOVE for you to hear us.
That being said, I had one of the best signs the first day of the sit-in. Check my profile picture....I felt good and EVERYONE knew I looked good (per usual, I'm a looker). Another sign was a Tupac quote...aww yeah.  The people participating in this are awesome. May and I were sitting on the floor of the meeting on tues watching the crowd file in and May summarized my thoughts pretty accurately when she said "Everybody in this room right now, I wanna be friends with." great group o' peeps.
Now back to my usual stories.
I should not be allowed near technology whilst I have been drinking...at least the modern technology that allows one to communicate with another person. I drunk text like its my job....and a job that requires avid and vehement work (i feel like that should be specified because if i do ever get a job I'm fairly certain I will only apply minimun amount of effort required).  I love to text and see what people are doing, which is so contrary to my usual (sober) unfriendly and socially apathetic self. The worst is that if I don't receive a response that poor soul will most likely receive another text from me. If someone did that to me I would not be pleased or friendly because I hate to be annoyed and am pretty easily annoyed but I have a wonderful nack for being annoying after a bottle double of Chardonnay.
Chardonnay you ask? oh yes, we bought the cheap big bottles to accompany the cheese that my Daddy dearest sent me from Wisconsin. I love cheese, I also love drinking so a Wine and Cheese party was inevitable. Inevitable yes, but advisable? a good idea? not so much. I ended up taking the unopened bottle with me to Sean's room to accompany his and Sars shots to dome fest in KW tower B's utility closet i.e. Sean's room. Some local news, a good convo about the sit-in, a solid dub-step track, another half a bottle of Chardonnay later and Sean, Sar, and I were ready to hit up the dnu cocktail.  My attire was appropriate, my blood alcohol content was a different story. I don't remember the cocktail. Luckily my dear friends Vana and Kimathy could fill me in. Dance moves were fresh and clean but from the wrong decade (i was channeling the 90s with renditions of the running man and other classics). I think I fell  asleep on teddys shoulder, lucky him. Eventually we left...not sure why i felt the need to clarify that since it seems inevitable that people will eventually leave a party (the fact that that inevitability may not be automatically applied to me is worrisome)....and Vana had the urge to help me walk since I guess I was not my usual graceful self. Arm in arm Vana, Kimathy, and I began to walk back to Mck 22. It was either my independent free-spirit or my A.D.D. that lead to what was described to me as a sprint with my arms flapping and my flannel shirt being used as wings....sometime you just have to take flight. We went to 24, allegedly and when I returned home Kimathy was proud that I could say"I'm glad I realized I was to drunk to be in there." translated I think that meant "I might have hurled if I stayed there to long, I need to pass out on the couch asap."
I woke up the next day with a text from Vana showing a picture of me passed out on the couch. I was still in my jeans, scarf, and flannel, the lights in my room were on and the door was open and I had class in 15 min.
I feel like we've all heard this story before but thats my wens night for ya.

My prof today, who I should mentions is brilliant, serious, and composed, told us that in addition to never seeing a single episode of Law and Order he had a strange affinity for shows like Rock of Love and Flavor of Love (Flava Flaveee).  When asked if he ever watched the Jersey Shore he responded with a straight face "No, I lived it."This is the same prof who gave me a two month extension. I think I like this class.

Onwards and upwards my friends.

Carlisle Women's Choir Ain't Afraid

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Another weekend under the belt at the fabulous Dson College. We had a game yesterday...thats all I have to say about that...

woke up this morning without a phone, wallet, or coat. I'm currently on my second 32 oz of diet pepsi today, this will also not be my last one. Surprised? No, you're proly not.

Not having my phone made it difficult to find out where my coat and wallet were. Not knowing where my phone was made it difficult to start solving my problems.  Basically I had three questions when I woke up this morning
Where is my phone and wallet?
Who's sweatpants am I wearing?
Why is my arm through the neck hole of my shirt?
typical sunday.

I decided to go to the caf before I made any life decisions.  Siobhan was there and wanted to aid me in my attempts to find my phone. (or lack of attempts) She offered to text the phone and see if someone responded. "BITCH WHO GOT DIS PHONE CLOUGH'S ON DA PROWL" i wasn't exactly expecting a response after this eloquent text was sent...but she got one. Ben's brother found it in 24. go figure, i left something in 24. At least I made it out with my shoes last night. my purse may still be there and by may still be there i mean its on the floor of 24 with at least 1 warm natty light in it.
So I guess I should say what adventures I got into last night. I wish it was as interesting as my morning was but this is Dickinson and nothing here gets interesting unless its preapproved. Lax had a party with soccer. I decided to wear my vans, tube socks, spandex shorts (despite the size of my ass...), and a Dickinson college basketball jersey.tough look. People kept asking what the theme of the party I was going to was and I had no response other than "I don't understand the question." Times like those I wish Eliza was around to join me in my own theme party and not make me feel like the only crazy person in the room. Last semester I decided to put on a crossing guard vest and stripped spandex shorts after I got out of the shower. I felt good about it though and shit I knew I looked good but I was a little weary about actually wearing it out until Steele walked in with a Tupac shirt on and black spandex shorts.aw yeah. great night.   We found out that we almost always have more fun when i choose not to dress up though that theory didn't really aid me last night...thats basically all I have to say about the evening.

Today however i decided to go to the Voices of Pride concert at ATS which consisted of a few dickinson acapella groups and some local choirs. IT WAS AWESOME.
During the carlisle womens choir performance Sio pointed out a woman just groovin and singing along with the group up on the seating area. "I ain't Afraid of your Yaweh" was my favorite song of thiers.
The gay men's group however took the cake with a performance of a song  entitled "We Are Men Who Love Men" I could not stop smiling during the entire performance, it was amazing, them and their rainbow ties, pot bellies, and handle bar mustaches are all my heroes. Standing Ovations.
My favorite singer during the performances was a man in about his early 60s who was apx 6'3 had a great stache and under his bright orange shawl (the standard attire for the group) he wore black leather pants black leather boots and a black leather vest that had what I can assume was a biker crest on the back. That man was cool and he knew it.

i wish i had more to say....
but i don't

last time i had a dry week i was in utero

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we were supposed to have a game tues. it got canceled...now its on thurs. we also have a game on sat. factoring the in the 48 hour rule guess how fun my week is?
i found a new place to do work...and by do work i mean sit around for hours at a time and try to avoid going to bed by 10:30....8:30. It's rector by the way. I think i'll try Dana next, being around science makes me feel intelligent.
Game today. Win...by a lot. Ben complemented me at the end of the game and I had to acknowledge that I was truely the knife in the heart of the win. I mean, coach put me in to win the game for us...14-3 was just too close a margin to risk NOT putting me in. On the ups in life.
May and I watched Katt Williams via youtude last night...she was pregaming...i was not. Oh, I should mention that I had a presentation/paper due on tues and I forgot about it until I was putting my shoes on to go to class. I don't usually get flustered...but I was pretty fucking flustered. I was standing outside the class waiting to talk to the Prof before we went in and Taryn walked by, looked at me and said "What's wrong!" Later she told me I looked red in the face or rather that I looked like a "frantic tomato" not much different than the usual look I sport around campus I'm sure. Nicest Prof ever, he gave me till aprl 26 to get this done. I'll be starting it on Aprl 25. He might be passing Wollfe in the professor I wanna marry catagory (and by marry i think we can all assume what i really mean)
Im actually sitting here in a winter hat and sucking a passafire listening to Taryn talk about how cute she was as a child and how people used to tell her how cute she was. She's now contemplating having children. gross. We've come to the conclusion that we will both be adopting.
Massys is open soon, saw the ladies working in there today...not good for Ruth...or my ass which does not have a nickname.

Regards from the bustleing metropolis of Carlisle PA

I should be on my way to practice...instead i'm starting this post.

Disclaimer: I can't spell or speak like a normal person. I don't have spell check...or Microsoft Word my laptop is used only for social purposes. I will not be editing these blogs.

This may be getting excessive, I'm fairly certain I failed my Anthro quiz that I was supposed to be studying for last night (I chose, of course, to blog....I would have never considered myself a blogger, but if I can record the happenings of my life along with make fun of myself and close friends then why the tots not) and by failed I'm not one of those people who say they failed then get 85s those people can munch my box (i really shouldn't talk like this online...it grosses even me out to read this kinda of stuff and if I'm grossed out then a line has been crossed.). Luckily, we're allowed to drop our 4 lowest grades...that means I have 2 more fails and no more wiggle room.

That's boring.  Soooo what's next on the agenda for story telling?
I suppose I should tell everyone what we did for valentines day but, I'm not going too. I can tell you that it involves Vicky Hush Hush and late night dance parties/ light shows on Dickinson Way.  Great night. Best Vday.

I really wish I had other funny stories to share but I have to say that even with a month into school my only progress in the legends department is the fact that I am still no good at hunting bucks and may hang up my remote for good so as to avoid further ridicule.

Also, big trade in the NBA today, Sean told me... he couldn't stop texting his boyfriends but thats okay  because according to Sean, after such a big trade "its totally acceptable to be T-bombing dudes." Needless to say, there was some serious male on male t-bombing tonight. I did not receive any texts this evening...except when taryn thought she lost her computer. Having no friends should make it easier for me to study, it doens't.

Should I be studying for my Anthro quiz?

Disclaimer: I can't spell, I have horrible grammer, and I don't have Microsoft word or any of that fancy spell check shit. I will not be editing this blog. L my C.

     I don't know if I'm allowed to swear on blogs. Am I? I don't care, I'll just make another one if they delete this one. I'll use Taryns e-mail adress for that one. Hope she won't mind. 

     I have an anthropology test tomorrow...fuck that. Just thought I would continue to discuss the happenings of Dickinson College and how they are experienced by the fine young women of Mck22 and Sean of course.  One evening in particular has a special place in my heart.  Started out as a normal night....pong in Mck 22, some Dickinson College party that consisted of really crowded rooms and me getting elbowed in the head due to my unfortunate height and uncanning ability to go unnoticed in crowds. Bars then....another crowd. Staked out a place in the corner for May and I and then got some girl sitting at the bar with a great totsT on to get the bartenders attention. She ordered me the pitcher....thought she was gunna pay....she didn't. Oh well. May and I finish the pitcher but not without the usual friendly gentlemen of Dickinson coming up to say Hi...which was really just them trying to drink our beer. Garrett just took the whole pitcher and was sipping out of it. I think he was genuinely confused and offended that I told him to stop drinking out of the pitcher, either way, he did not heed my request. This might have been the night I made friends with Nation...kudos to Steele and Pam for introducing this kid into my life. We spent a lot of the conversation (and by a lot of the night i mean the bits i remember, i basically kept running into the kid out and about and we just built on the conversation....great conversation.) remembering the first time we met when we were dancing with Steele and he kept saying how much he just wanted to pick me up and put me through the ceiling because I was so short (his observational skills... remarkable). Then we spent a good amount of time describing what was gunna happen when he lifted me up too high one day and my head actually went through the ceiling... We discussed what he would do to make it up to me if this ever happened...we settled on him buying me bfast at carlisle diner....then we improved it to just dining and dashing at  carlisle diner after ordering the Carlisle Feast. Great guy, only thing I have to say "forget about it." After the usual attempts at getting free drinks I stop and start talking to this kid I met a while ago. He's one of those people whos just really nice and you feel bad being a sarcastic humorless asshole around them but really... you don't feel that bad. In the middle of our conversation he spotted a credit card of the floor the name on which was "John Something" (that's the real name on the credit card obviously) The nice kid then decides to ask around "hey are you John?" "John? Is there a John here" my thinking was on a different level so I told him  "I'll take it. I know him."
Go figure we stayed at the bar till closing.  I started walking home with A Hill and saw Becca (a new addition to 22) and we all started walking together. It wasn't long b4 Becca got the call from another member of Mck 22 I won't say who...but we'll call her Shora. Shora was in hysterics. She kept telling Becca that she had been arrested for a DUI and that we needed to come pick her up as soon as possible. I don't own a car....Becca was in no state to drive...Hill is a useless human being....So, obviously, we called Sean.  Sean's a great late night stick shift driver.
Turns out Shora was not arrested for a DUI but rather, the townie she went home with was. We picked her up at sheetz and the worst part is she didn't get Sean sunflower seeds and she didn't get me m three cheese mac and cheese...most useless drive to sheetz ever.  On the way home Norah (whoops) kept trying to explain that she thought this guy was a good guy....Hill asked the best question of the evening "Norah, when have you ever met a good guy from south central PA" ....present company included.
We finally get back to the room...I sprint cuz I have to pee (is that gross to mention in a blog? life.) the door is locked...norah doesn't have her key (or coat, or wallet, go figure) Becca doesn't have her key and Taryn is unreachable and so are the rest of the roommates. Don't worry, 24 let me pee there...didnt stay though...no 1 was playing video games...not my scene if I can't hunt some bucks (or miss some...jerks).
Soooo we were locked out of the room...its after 2 in the morning and its cold and we're hungry....queue John Something....trip to Messinos 2 cheese bambinos and an order of cheese fries please. Thanks John. So next time you're in the Mck 22 and you see John Somethings credit card posted on the Wall of Fame...you know why.
DPS ends up letting us in.
We get in and go to steal something from T's room only to find Christie asleep in her bed. She was there the whole time...didn't wake up when we were calling her or banging on her window. Champion sleeper. I had to check her pulse.
There were a few more occurances in the evening but I think Shora might get a little upset if I disclose to much information....ask Kimathy about what she saw in the bathroom when she went to brush her teeth and you'll know why I chose to go to bed that night without washing my face or brushing my teeth. 

Also, this Antro test I'm supposed to be studying for...I don't own the book.

For the record most stories I post will just be a mix of different nights even though they're told as one night...It hard to distinquish one night from another and its the story that matters not the timeline.