Following the Herd

So....yeah.

I don't really blog but I figure that this is a better way of knowing what's going on in all your lives more personally than Facebook. Maybe I'll start blogging more often..going to be pretty lonely when the boy goes back overseas. For now, I'll be here...just creepin.

P.S.
mmm sushi

My 21st Birthday!

My birthday was awesome. My sister came up to see me on Saturday and took me shopping for a Halloween costume. I just wanted to be a Jedi but she made me get something sexy. :( Here's a picture of my "convict" costume lol. At least she bought me these combat type boots to wear instead of those huge hooker type boots. We went out to dinner at John Harvard's Brewery and got some signature glasses from there. She also gave me money and some from her Jamaica trip. :)

My awesome roommate decorated my door and got me a card, silly string and little Halloween Reese's pieces candies. She also baked me a chocolate cake that we're about to devour after our Chinese food. She's the best. My boyfriend sent me flowers and bought us both the second Guild Wars expansion so we can play together when he gets back from training.

Parents Weekend, Shopping and Kathy Griffin

Parent's weekend was fun. Kathy Griffin was hysterical and everything she said had you laughing until your face hurt by the end of the night. My mom bought me the awesome coat from Guess pictured above along with some other goodies (breast cancer dog from Macy's, little leopard Victoria's Secret bag with perfumes and stuff from my dad, money from my grandparents for my birthday and a water cooler/food for the apartment). It was definitely a good shopping day and Kathy Griffin topped the night off. This morning we had the Provost's breakfast which we always go to. This year they assigned a person to each table that was there to eat with us and to answer our questions. Most families were freshman of course, except us. Then, an Acapella group came to sing after we ate and I was sitting next to the guy who was assigned to us. He was the vice president of something or other but while he was watching the group perform he slid his chair out so he could see the performers better and crossed his legs to watch. I looked down and his pants rose up a bit because his legs were crossed and yes...... there they were..... RED hot cowboy (or cowgirl) boots with at least a 3 inch heel the in back. I personally could not stop staring and I think he noticed because he pretty much ran out of there after the performances were over.

Dear Blimpie's Guy:

Or as my boyfriend calls you "sandwich artist" please stop torturing me. We have a Blimpie's inside our Student Union which I usually go to on Tuesday or Thursday after class. First, there's a kid with longer brown hair who takes your bread offer and then sacrifices you over to Mr. Smiley. Mr. Smiley is tall, dark and handsome and uses it to his advantage. I repeat my order in my head a couple times in line so he doesn't distract me with his huge grin but I always fail. Half the time I stare at the salad dressings while he asks which toppings I want. I avoid eye contact at all times. His grin is huge and it never stops, it's torture! I guess it doesn't help that I find it amazing that he actually puts the right amount of mayo on. Some people, especially Subway, do not understand the meaning of "a little" but Mr. Smiley does so he must really be a sandwich artist after all. Oh and the old guy who asks if you want a drink is cute too. I swear this place really knows how to sucker you in. Cute smiling guy who never stops smiling and makes you order more than you wanted and then a nice old man who says "ma'am" and just wants to make sure your throat isn't parched.

Today I will conquer the Blimpie's Guy. I'm going in for the kill this time...."salami/lettuce/mayo" I can remember that, right?

When did we become so easily offended?

Little things like this always happen but sometimes it's a big wake up call to how our world has really changed.

I'm in my Anthropology 106 class and there's about 10 of us, including me and two of my friends next to me, who have our laptops out. The room is wireless so we usually mess around on the internet when we can't pay attention. There's a kid sitting in the back with a NY Yankees hat on, probably from NY because he had a heavy accent or maybe NJ, with his laptop out also. Anyway, the professor is pretty old and he likes to joke around a lot and picks on students randomly throughout the room. He's a good guy and just likes to make the class interesting. He talks about sex a lot which makes it easier to pay attention.

The kid in the back was on his laptop and the teacher called on him and asked him if he knew a question which he didn't know. The teacher said he must've been looking at some good porn back there to not pay attention. Everyone laughed and he ended class a few minutes after that. The kid was clearly pissed off so the professor decided to apologize for singling him out and I overheard everything because we were only a few rows ahead of him. (Of course I packed my things up extra slowly so I could hear all the details). The kid was like "yo, I don't need to be treated like that" blah blah blah and the professor said "well I apologized once, I'm not going to do it again" and the kid was cursing and walked out.

I live in NJ so I understand the NJ/NY attitude but I truly felt bad for the professor and it made me realize that I wish college was like it was in the 60's and how uptight and rude kids are today to not even be able to take a joke or accept an apology. The professor, being older and growing up in the 60's in southern California, probably also had a bit of a wake up call too.

When did we become so easily offended?

The Beginning

This will be a sort of diary to myself and to anyone who happens to come across it. Who knows, it might make someone around the world laugh.