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NARSTY BRUISE

Today, I took a shower. Which is a big deal because I like never shower. And while I was putting lotion on I found this NARSTY BRUISE. I don't know where it came from or when it happens... and yet there it is.
Don't make fun of my skinny little legs either, okay!? It's not my fault.

Anyways, Drew's mother Facebooked me and I love her. I really do hope she comes to visit me for some games. I hope she brings Drew along too. I wonder if she knows that he and I don't speak anymore. So, that's all basically for now. Except that Olivia is saying that I am making friends (even though I'm not) because I've talked to like two guys in the past like three days. Other than that, nobody. Here's the hoping! Oh, and Rosalie who lives down the hall. I see her a lot. We eat together. She's nice...

Because it's Erection Day...

I still have nothing interesting to talk about it... despite it being Erection Day. I've been sleeping since 6:30 because I'm so sick. I'm starting to get worried because a lot of kids at school are getting swine flu. I mean, I don't think it's swine flu but it's still worrisome. I might go to the Clinic here eventually just for antibiotics if I continue to be so useless. All I can think about is eating ice cream and sleeping because I'm not hungry but I know I need to eat something and I'm too tired to go get any.

In other news, I did laundry today. I also went to my history class. I don't have my biology book or my history books which I need to be able to write my reaction papers. That worries me. I literally just BSed my last reaction paper with Olivia's help because she's a history dork too. I also threw away the first semester's worth of history notes from junior year during high school, which is exactly what I'm relearning now.

My dorm room smells like microwaved food. And spoiled milk. It's really gross. I've sprayed a ton of Febreeze... but the smell wins every time. It's now 10:30 and I'm still really tired but now I'm not quite falling asleep like I was earlier. I was seriously doing my laundry and trying to do my literature homework but I kept falling asleep. Coincidental because I was reading a short story called "Sleepy" where this slave girl in some Slavic country somewhere had to take care of a baby that wouldn't stop crying at night then do household chores all day... she kills the baby at the end so she can sleep. But in her defense, that baby was seriously annoying and it wasn't even hers so she didn't feel anything maternal towards it. Not to mention there's no telling how long she had actually gone without sleeping.

Anyways, I have no picture for today. Unless you want to see my lurking zit. Here it is.Oh lookie there. I have two. I cropped it so you could admire both. I hate my life.

Because I have so many problems...

I'm going to list them now.
This is not the same post as yesterday. Trust.

1. Heidi Montag sang at the Miss Universe pageant? REALLY AMERICA!? REALLY!? The entire world saw those crotch-y pants on her plastic body and saw all the awkward dances moves with her lip-syncing. I am embarrassed! I AM EMBARASSED! I can't believe Americans allowed Heidi Montag to do that. I would have stopped her! Had I know... and had any place of power. I'm so embarrassed.


2. Miss Venezuela won. She's 18 years old. She's now Miss Universe. I'm 18 years old. I just got to college. She's MISS UNIVERSE! I have ultimate failed. I've had to pee for like two hours but I've been too lazy to get up but this other 18 year old girl can win over the hearts of a universe! Not really a universe, it's just Earth. BUT STILL!

IT'S HORRIBLE.

BAHHHH

I didn't feel like thinking of a title. It would be like "Because my life is falling apart."

Which it is... but I have no second part of that sentence. I just spelled sentence wrong, I guess I've been doing that my whole life.

Reasons Why My Life is a Hot Mess:
1) I have failed to make new friends. It is not easy.
2) I had unexplained blood on my feet.
3) I have unexplained cuts on my shoulders.
4) I tried to give a bouncer my debit card which has my real name on it followed by my fake ID that says my name is Maria Diaz. FAIL.
5) I have what I can only assume is a shard of glass stuck in my foot. It hurts.
6) I have a lot of English homework that I can't do because I don't have the book for it.
7) Except I can write an essay, I just really don't want to.
8) I ordered a sandwich from Jimmy John's today that cost me twenty dollars and the delivery boy literally walked here to bring it to me. Walked.
9) My bed is all wet...
10) I have massive, massive bruises on my knees.
11) The bartender actually had to cut me off last night. At my roommate's request, but still.
12) I feel horrible because people totally have to take care of me.
13) Most of my reasons are the side effects of drinking... but it's so much fun.
14) I have a zit.

These are my bruises. Enjoy.
Even my bruises don't show up on photobooth. Luckily, neither does my zit.

Because I have no money...

I actually tipped a bartender with bandaids.

Do I really need to elaborate?

No.

Because I didn't update yesterday...

I feel like I should have a lot to talk about. But I don't. My next class starts in like 45 minutes but I'm doing laundry upstairs that won't be done for at least fifteen. For my English 1102 class I'm supposed to write an essay about this girl, Hallie, who won't respond to my text messages and the paper is due tomorrow. There's a party tonight but I have to wake up early for a doctor's appointment.

But most of all, I want to take a nap. And I've already decided that I'm not going to Biology tomorrow because I'll probably want to sleep instead. Because I'll probably be hung over.

Also, for lunch, I wanted fettucini but I didn't want to at Bolton eat there by myself so instead I ate Lays Chips and ice cream. I'm disgusting. And SO tired. And everybody is wearing bid day shirts. It's making me wish I had been an Alpha Gam... but whenever I read a status that's like Pi Phi, I feel bad for whoever is in it because Pi Phi isn't exactly the coolest sorority. Nor is Delta Gamma. Or Sigma Delta Tau. Sorry girls. 

But that reminds me, I finally organized all the CDs that Kelsey made me. Now all I need is my iPod and some chacos. Which I will be buying... soon. These to be exact:

Because last night...

was AWESOME! I dropped out of Rush and we went out last night. I do not regret. Feel like I might throw up but I have a very sensitive system. I need to stop spending so much money on drinks. It's ridiculous. 

So apparently I somehow managed to get inside of the dorm last night even though I can barely even do it sober and I'm sure the guy at the desk noticed how drunk I was. Then when my roommate got up here I was just standing outside with my pants off. What happened? I don't know.

More stories. I called my father at 2:30 in the morning to talk to my dog. Awkward.

Too tired to put up a picture. Much too tired for this.

Because apparently I suck hard...

I only got invited back to Alpha Gamma Delta. Whom I know nothing about. I think like yesterday was just a teaser or something because I went to four houses I loved and one that was sweet. And of course I get invited to the one that's sweet. 

And by sweet I mean they're cute. I'm not really sweet or cute. I don't even think that I'll get invited back for Pref Round. I'm beginning to doubt that this sorority stuff is for me. I figured my chances would be so good. Seven sororities, a sixty to seventy girl pledge class, and I thought that I was easy to talk to and fun. 

But apparently I suck hard.

Anyways, I'm going to go to the house today at 10:00 AM and right now it's 7:25 AM. I have to be back at Tate at 9:00AM. I could hypothetically take a nap. Or I could sit here and cry about my horrible day and my horrible personality. Although I doubt I will. My mother already made me cry about it because she said the reason I didn't get invited back was because I wore a skirt instead of a dress. But honestly, I felt so much more comfortable in the skirt.

The Kappa Delta even said we had a good conversation. The Phi Mus were all super, super nice although that was probably because of Gaby. She must have tried her hardest. I'm not surprised I wasn't invited back to Tri-Delt because I had a very awkward conversation with a few of them however I think I was secretly expecting to be invited back because of Caroline and Lauren. I'm sure they tried their best too. And I really liked the Sigma Kappas too. Not that AGD wasn't super nice. But they aren't going to invite me back again. Because I just don't think I fit in there. I guess I'm not a sorority girl. I mean, I thought I was. But I guess I'm not.

No picture today. Too depressed.

But maybe I won't be depressed if I like AGD. Except that I will be depressed when my Gamma Chi has to call me to let me know that I didn't get invited back. And that my life here at college has started horribly.

Because I'm too tired...

to write a whole "blog" or whatever.

1. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTFRIEND, KELSEY!

2. Today was pretty fun, wish me luck for tomorrow.

3. I'm going to go get in my cooozzyyy bed.

That's my bed. It may not look cozy but it is. I swear to God.

Because I had Rush today...

my romanticized ideals of sororities is officially gone. Some of those girls were just as sweaty and seemed just as nervous as I was. Conversations included, but were not limited to: me playing soccer with boys at age seven and back-sweat. I went to a lot of really good houses today but I'm visiting my most important (Tri-Delt) tomorrow. 

I was so tired during Rush today. It's so hard to keep such an up-beat attitude when your feet and back hurt, it's raining, you're hungry, and you're tired. But I think I somehow managed to and even though I don't feel like they all loved me the same way I loved them I'm still really excited to see who invites me back. I hope a lot. Wish me luck!

So anyways, after Rush my roommate and I came home to eat microwavable meals on our super comfy futon from where we ended up taking naps until seven o'clock at night. Then we ran over to a different dorm to get some friends to go eat... again. I had a waffle, a hotdog, chips, lemonade, and a sugar cookie. It's unlimited! Basically, when Rush was over, we ate-slept-ate. That's my kind of an evening. And tomorrow we get out early (thank GOD) so we're going to run over to Target to get some stuff we forgot. 

Tired. And I still have to shower. I also need to call my dad. I miss him but I realized today that I miss my dog way more than I had expected considering I didn't miss him that much during fourth session at camp. I really miss him now though. It's going to be so hard to go home to visit over Labor Day then have to leave him again.

That's Tank as a puppy. I miss him SO MUCH.

Because I just moved into my dorm room...

to find that the RA lives right across the hall from me. And her name is Kitty. And I'm hungry but I doubt I'll have any time to eat. And I feel bad because I basically kicked my mother out but she was being really unhelpful and kept wanting to go to lunch when I obviously wasn't finished moving in.

And now... Karma has done its thing because I'm starving. 

And I'm tired. And all these people keep trying to talk to me... and I don't REALLY want to talk to them. Until later when I have my roommate here for backup incase they're crazy.

That's part of my dorm room. It's Olivia's side. I'd show you mine but my computer camera thing can't get it all in view because I am limited by this Ethernet cord.

We have to go check in for Rush before 5. I'm already terrified we're going to be late. I'm so hungry...

Because I tried to think ahead...

I put some white nail polish on part of my French manicure so that incase it got messed up while I moved I'd be able to fix it. But the white nail polish took off a little part of my white tip anyways so now it'd all bumpy and awkward looking. Which just goes to show that by trying to beautify myself, I make it worse. Alright, you can't see it in the picture but you can in real life. So I most just posted the picture because I think it's kind of cool. I'm not a photographer. Don't get judgey. Judgey is the newer way of saying judgmental. For the record.

It's almost midnight here and I really should be sleeping because I've got a long day of moving-in ahead of me followed by my Rush Orientation. I capitalize that out of respect for the Greek System. Even though my friends are Auburn are all considering dropping out because apparently Rush is the worse level in Dante's Inferno (uh oh that's an allusion). I really hope that I don't get as frustrated because even though I know I'd never quit, I don't want to secretly hate it either.

Anyways... my bestfriend

Okay, let me take a time out. "Best friend" is two words. Really? Really? However. Incase. Nevertheless. Prithee. METHINKS. Really English Language? Really? I mean, if "bling" is allowed to be in the dictionary I think "bestfriend" should be allowed to be one word. Along with its other two-words-but-should-be-one friends: alot and atleast. 

So back to my bestfriend, Kelsey. Her birthday is coming up. She's the only person who reads my blog. I should just write it to you. I just wanted to tell you I love you and I miss you and that you made me feel a lot (alot) better about tomorrow.

You know, tomorrow used to be two words. Does anybody else is the world know that? Yep, it was to-morrow. I know that because I would annotate for "to-morrow" along with "betwixt" and other funny out of date words.

Proof.

Because I love my dog...

I'm going to write a whole blog devoted to him. I would write it in the form of an Ode but I'm not articulate or expressive like that. Nevertheless (why is "nevertheless" allowed to be one word but things like "at least" and "a lot" aren't? That's just unfair), my dog's name is Tank. He's three years old. And he's so friggen adorable it pisses you off sometimes. He never gets into anything or tries to eat off your plate. He barely ever poops (which might be a medical problem but I'm making the decision to ignore it because I'm honestly that selfish). I never even had to train him. Granted, he barks a lot, but he's just a dog. I mean honestly. 

Tank. When he gets excited he digs at blankets and barks at himself. He carries around tennis balls in his mouth and sets them down to pee but picks them right back up when he finishes. If he does something wrong he'll come and apologize for it. And best of all he loves me even though I eat all the good pieces of toast and he just gets the burnt crust. I'm pretty sure if I could find a boy with all those qualities I'd marry him.

Was that creepy? Probably.

Because I'm bored...

I started this blog that officially only two people know about including myself. I won't be cooking my way through Julia Child's French cookbook or superimposing an obviously callous penis by Britney Spear's mouth but I mean, it's a start. 

My mother today at dinner (dinner is already a significant part of the story because my mother never cooks/eats with me) was trying to persuade me to go into engineering or pharmacy (which is probably why she took me out to dinner) when she knows I'd like no part in any of that scientific-mathematical-confusing-as-hell-and-also-completely-impersonal crap. When she asked me what I was going to be she shot down all of my fantastic ideas such as: trophy wife, columnist, economics-something-or-other, sales-something-or-other, and eyebrow technician (good call on that last one, Mom).

So apparently, I am very bored. And I have no skills or talent to speak of, but I do like dogs. Which is exactly why I'd make such a good trophy wife. 

Because I tried to wax my own eyebrows...

I ended up losing at least a centimeter. I look deranged. I'm rushing in a week and somehow every effort I make to beautify myself turns into a disaster. And of course there are more important things going on like the Middle East and North Korea... but as I'm looking at the world right now, my eyebrow is what makes God want to cry.

It actually doesn't look that bad. I'm exaggerating. But I'm still embarrassed. Especially because my mother literally said "you probably shouldn't do that because you'll rip out a section by accident." She's really upset. Eyebrows are her thing. It really just looks like I'm raising an eyebrow even though I'm not, perhaps that'll just make people intrigued by me. Yeah right.

I hate my life...