Bulletproof

Well friends. The post-spring break part of college is now here. It kinda blows because they give us a week off for spring break but then we have to come back till the end of May, with out any breaks. So of course we're sitting in class when it starts to finally get gorgeous outside!

Maryland weather blows anyway. Tuesday it was almost 7o warm delicious degrees outside and then the forecast was snow on Sunday. I mean, seriously, what the hell is that about. How is that even possible?? I really don't get it...so odd.

Corrine's basically never around the dorm room so it's pretty much che de Laura here. Which I don't really mind, I just then when Corrine finally does show up it'll be like "why you in my space?!" when it's really her space to..she just doesn't occupy it. I get up hella early for class/work so when she IS here I can't turn the lights on or put music on or talk to myself. When she ISN'T here I turn all the lights on, and jam to some music while I get ready and it's just like home sweet home.

My darling mother pretty much forced me to live on campus next year. Its a pro because it's definitely more convenient because parking here is horrible and the commute, so I hear, takes ages no matter where your coming from. But then again, I kinda hate the social life here...waking up to our suite mates puking in the bathroom or screaming about some b

oy is not what I like to hear at 3 am. I much like the sound of geese across the road in the pond. Actually, thats really annoying too....hm. It's hell both ways. I'm going to get an apartment.

Ive been on this COOKING spree lately. I actually accumulated recipes and made a binder full of them. When I say full I of course mean there's about 10 but hey, I just started so that's pretty good! Anyway, I made blueberry cornbread last weekend. YUM. I made a whole pan, had one piece, went out, came back home and it was all gone. I was like "fo realz people" and my mom was like "...I had three" haha I see. It's okay though, mommy makes me food all the time, so she can have my corn bread without repercussions. My sister on the other hand...

HA. just kidding. It's corn bread people, I really don't care.

Sarah, Alex, Kienan, Matt and I got amazing mexican food at Papa Joe's

in Westminster the other night. IT WAS DELISH. You should all god and emerge yourself in wonderful mexican cuisine. Get the Guac.

Anyhoo, made some cool tie dye. And now I'm getting sleepy so I'm going to head to bed to wake up really early for work.

Meal of the day: Oatmeal and Bananers

Song of the day: Bulletproof by Lo Roux

Once in a while

Okay, so its already March. How did that happen?

I was sitting at work today when I realized that I am going to be doing essentially the same thing for the next three years. Wake up, skip breakfast, grab a coffee, head to an early class, drink the coffee, go to my next class, eat breakfast, go to work, run home, change, grab something to eat, head off to class. And repeat.

I hate monotony. I hate working. I hate listening to Taylor Swift while I'm working. I hate skipping breakfast. And I hate that this will be exactly what I am doing for the next three years.

Maybe it sounds pessimistic and despondent but I'm not trying to be, it's just a honest realization. I have to make money in order to support my lifestyle, so I have to work. I have to go to school so I can do what I want when I get older.

The problem with all of it is, is that I know a lot of people who don't go to school and are happy with themselves. I wish there was a chance for me to be a photojournalist without having a stunning background, but it's highly unlikely especially since I have no connections in the writing world.

I admire my dad for that, because he dropped out of Peabody (he played double bass) became a carpenter. And then after a few years discovered his love of Cuba and went off to school to earn his degree in Spanish. Now he goes to Cuba pretty much 3 or 4 times a year, loves it, and comes back more happy than ever. He wants us to move to Cuba, thats how much he loves it.

Will I end up loving what ever I end up doing as much as he loves this?

Part of me thinks the answer to that question is "no" because after doing it in school for four years why would you want to continue doing it?

I am one of those people who like change. Thats why I love to travel, why I became a vegetarian, and why I changed my major about 6 times. So who knows if I will actually end up liking graphic designing and journalism by the time I earn my degree.

It's all quite complicated. How I wish I lived in the 1960's.

I'm living with Corrine (code name: C Grizzly) this semester. I love it. When we do see each other, which isn't quite often because our classes are at different times and I work a lot, the stories we have are hilarious. The other night I was hysterically laughing because she was telling me about her fear of fish. Honest to god, it was the funniest thing I had heard in a while:

"Laura....you don't understand. I was neck deep in water. There has never been so much water. I turned around and there was this FISH just right there. It was about to touch me."

...Well, Corrine..you were in the ocean.

I mean, its hilarious. We have this piece of paper taped up on our bathroom door called quotes of the semester and one of them (said by Corrine) is "I'd rather be mugged than touch a fish".

Among others, there's "Your going to eat that with a fork?", and "Your more nervous than a boy's hand going down girls panties".

It's quite a fun room, I wish all of you could come.

I woke up this morning, Matt laying next to me, Corrine and Trent laying in her bed. Look up, and there is this HUGE stop sign that she stole. My first thought was...where the hell are we going to put that? Then I thought, how did she get it past the feds who guard the door? WAIT, how did she get it in the car? (it's that big).

Corrine, Trent and me went out the other night to this park nearby that is closed after dark. Of course, we went after dark. Trent just bought a new car, and some how attracts cops from miles away. He's only had it for about two weeks and he's been pulled over about 5 times. Needless to say, we were throwing sticks in the water and making fun of geese when we see 4 cop cars pull over on the road...right next to Trent's car. Not just one..but FOUR cops.

"You know your not supposed to be here after dark." "Yes, sir" "Then why are you here?" "We just wanted to hang out" "There's lots of other places you can 'hang out'" "Yes, sir" "You could be fucking arrested for trespassing. Boy, I know a cop that would LOVE to take you in" "We are sorry sir, we weren't doing anything" "Thats the fucking watershed, everything you throw in there ends up in the glasses of water you drink *spits tobacco on the grass*" "yes..sir"

I mean, COME ON. That tobacco you just spit is going to end up in the water you drink asshole.

In the end, we got off with just a warning but shesssshhhh. They did not like that at all.

Okay, well I'm in art class right now....

Post again soon

Song of the day: Summertime by Sublime

Meal of the day: Everything bagel with cream cheese