Irish Lyrics

With St. Patrick's Day coming up I was looking through my clothes and realized the one green shirt I own is at home (I am at school). I'm going to the Renaissance Festival Saturday and it's going to be hot, being as it's Florida, so I would want a tank top over a shirt, so I wouldn't wear that one shirt anyway. But I realized I fail at being an Irish descendant. No green? Who am I?

Anyway, I will amend that before Saturday.

But I mentioned this to my teacher, who has straight-up red hair (I have more auburn type hair although most people insist I'm a red-head) and she happens to be a biology teacher, specifically a genetics teacher. She said that Irish people actually had dark hair, and if you are of Irish descent, but have red hair, then you are more than likely also a descendant of a Viking. I have viking blood. Fear me. Just kidding. I think I'm pretty nice.

Another thing brought to my attention today: The song lyrics to Love the One your With by Stephen Stills.
I always thought it was a nice song (and I suppose that it is a nice song) because of the lyrics/title : Love the one your with.

I don't always listen to lyrics all that closely, but today it struck me that the lyrics say "If you can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with." Like...what? It's actually kinda sad and kinda mean. 'Too bad, go change your feelings and be with someone else'

Now, at first I was shocked, and then I thought about it, and it can make sense, but am I the only one whose first reaction was to be appalled? Anyone?....okay.

Those were my stories for the day.

Currently reading: The Cocktail Party by T.S. Eliot
Recently watched movie: Everything is Illuminated (Really good BTW)

The Dreaded Question

More like a statement I guess.

"So...tell me about yourself."

Can't we just hang out and get to know each other that way? You know....gradually?

Woah. Has it really been 2 months?

I guess it has. Um. Oops?

I don't know what to say.

Fall Break happened. 
HHN XXI happened.
Went to Howl-o-Scream for the first time and must say it was absolutely terrifying.

Andria and I played Super Nin and usually we get through a world in 2 to 3 hours. We failed and didn't get that far.

My sister is now 27.Which makes me feel old, even though I'm only 21.

My Ecology Research project is almost done. I can stop staring at lizards and willing crickets to be eaten by them. And saying things like "See it? Go eat it!" "I gotta cricket!" "Got your toxin?"

Some guy at karaoke asked me, "Can I be your Raoul?" Har. Har.
Then the next week at karaoke a different guy yelled "I love you! I will marry that girl!" because I chose to sing Spiderwebs by No Doubt.
What?

Cookies

Last week, my 2 year old button bracelet that everyone loved broke. Just need a new string. It's stretchiness wore out.

  

The other night I accidentally grabbed the nail polish remover instead of the eye makeup remover. Yep. Good thing I noticed before it got in my eye. Only ended up wiping my lid.

Realized this summer that I think it's weird when people refer to my hair as red. I refer to it as brown with red in it. When I think red hair I think Ms. Frizzle. Carrot Top. Tim Minchin. Lucy Ball.

Spent one of my classes on a giant (most likely super expensive) rug in the building's lobby. There are no chairs. It was a good class.

Mystery ghost people changed the doorknobs on our building so you can only enter with swipe card access while we were out. They put in our missing shelves in the kitchen one day while we were out. When is a mystery ghost person going to come fix my fan, huh?

The school newspaper has been out around a week now and 2 of my teachers were like "saw you in the paper." Kind of weird. My friend interviewed my roommate and I on living in the new apartments and she put in a picture of me baking cookies. 

Also, I fail at skimboarding.

Death's climbin' in your windows and so is Lady Gaga

Jeremiah 9:21. I read that the other night and sadly I thought of Antoine Dodson and Autotune the news.
"Death's climbin' in your windows, and entered our fortresses..."

Woodstorks are creepy.The remind me of the "moriticians" of catacombs. For some reason I can't find the picture anymore of the cloak and beak outfit. They had it on Wikipedia last October. I know because after Halloween Horror Nights XX Catacombs house I looked it up. Instead, here's a masquerade mask that's close enough.

Also. Have you noticed how unbelievably large Lady Gaga's eyes are? Imagine her as a baby.

For me to say "It's not my cup of tea" is ridiculous since I can't stand the taste of tea, so therefore, no cup of tea is my cup of tea. I'm just saying.

Which leads me to, "I'm just saying." "Saying or judging?"
I thought of someone saying "I'm just judging." I didn't imagine it going over very well with the recipient.

Beginning my Senior Year

Let's see if I can keep a blog this time around. Random Thoughts I have throughout the day/week.

It's weird how it doesn't even matter that you haven't spoken to these people in about 4 months.

I had to surrender my original Freshman ID today in exchange for a new one that allows me to get food and into my apartment, so I guess it's a good thing. Still kinda sad. I was proud that I still had my original ID. Hoped to keep it all 4 years.

My fan still wobbles and threatens to slice me with its metal blades. Come on, Maintenance. I don't really want to die Final Destination style.

3 days later: still have a cut and bruise the corner of the bed. Not used to having a low bed.

Yesterday was exactly 8 months until graduation.

Haven't been mistaken for a Freshman (yet) but I was asked if I was a sophomore, by someone I met last year, so that's basically the same thing, since they thought I was a Freshman last year.


--'Stine