Walked around campus all day in heels because I had to dress up for ROTC. I did enlistment paperwork from 4:30-6. ROTC Lead Lab from 6-8pm. Physical training until 9:30. I am still kinda sick, therefore I almost died running the mile and a half. Walked home in the dark. Got home. No keys. Had to get a temporary key from RPCC. Flash drive with homework for tomorrow was on my keys. I just hope they turn up soon!
However, I did have fun making a robot with lego mindstorm in my intro to engineering lab.
CARL
miércoles, septiembre 9
So today in my intro to engineering class...
We had a ping pong race. It involved moving pong balls the farthest distance using various supplies while keeping cost low. Bethany, when you do industrial and systems, if they have the same activity, use rubber bands to make a catapult for half of your attempts. We did that and my team won, by like a lot. We got lollipops for doing so. Don't name your team blue ballz, you won't win the name game. I also learned that I don't want to be an industrial/systems engineer. Big surprise. Just like how I don't want to be an environmental engineer.
Also, after engineering, I got to walk and conversate with my hot cute crush that pretty much doesn't talk to other people. YAY. Consequently, when it was time for me to stop walking, I did not, in order to keep on with the conversation. Then I wound up walking a long time and making Lea come get me. But anyways, walking together after class is improvement from silent trying to flirt I should say. YAY again.
K.D.
Also, after engineering, I got to walk and conversate with my hot cute crush that pretty much doesn't talk to other people. YAY. Consequently, when it was time for me to stop walking, I did not, in order to keep on with the conversation. Then I wound up walking a long time and making Lea come get me. But anyways, walking together after class is improvement from silent trying to flirt I should say. YAY again.
K.D.
martes, septiembre 8
snap yo fingers
Skipped my first class today, and it was a double class too! i set my alarm badly and when i realized this i was gonna be like 10-15 minutes late and so, i didn't go. so for everyone not bethany or kelsey, i have a story. I started dating this guy named john here. he's nice and probably the most social person i know. anyway we have been hanging out and all that and things have been moving along and whatnot, but i am not entirely happy, we don't have really anything in common, we don't spend time just us together and he isn't what i want. so, i was talking to bethany and kesey and telling them this yesterday. later kelsey and i were talking and i finally got to the conclusion that i should end it. anyway, i was feeling pretty crappy a while ago about all of this then i found this cool article while i was wasting time and i though since it made me feel a lot better maybe it could be of entertainment or something to everyone. i especially love number five.
In the six weeks or so since my wedding, I’ve had a chance to reflect on how my life has changed as a married woman. There are a few subtle differences (extra ring on my left hand, saying the phrase “my husband,” cooking with fancy pots and pans), but the truth is, life hasn’t changed much. Drew and I lived together almost two years before tying the knot, so other than opening a joint checking account to save our wedding money and deposit cash into once a month for future travels, we haven’t done much differently as husband and wife than we did as boyfriend and girlfriend. But when I think way back to my days before Drew, when I was still very much a single gal, it occurs to me that while there were certainly things I loved about my single life, if I had a chance to live those days over, there are several things I’d do differently the second time around. After the jump, the top five things I’d do if I had a “do-over” on my single life.
1. End bad/boring/unfulfilling relationships as soon as I felt bad/bored/unfulfilled.
Years later, it still boggles my mind when I think of the amount of time I spent in relationships well past their sell-by dates. Fear of loneliness, fear of hurting another’s feelings, naively thinking things would magically get better all kept me with guys who were oh-so-wrong for me. All that time I spent going nowhere with those guys, I could have spent going somewhere with those hotties I always made eyes with on the train. I could have traded in boring Saturday nights in front of the TV for nights out with friends that actually made me laugh and feel good about myself.
2. Date outside my race more.
Odd that as someone who actually prefers darker-skinned men, I dated mostly Caucasian guys when I was single. What’s that all about? I wouldn’t trade my husband for anyone in the world, but it would have been nice to learn more about other cultures and experience different relationship dynamics with guys outside my own race when I had the chance.
3. Cry less.
God, the tears I cried over dumb boys and pointless relationships — what a waste! I barely remember some of their names now, but at the time, the trauma of unrequited like—like, not even love! — was so overwhelming, so all-encompassing, I wasted weeks upon weeks in my twenties crying over boys who would prove to be barely a blip on my radar in retrospect. Every time a guy let me down, I worried I was one step closer to living my life ALONE forever, rather than seeing it as one step closer to the guy who finally WOULDN’T let me down. All that time I could have been riding my bike instead of drying my eyes — it certainly would have been a lot more fun.
4. Travel more.
My coupled friends always took the best vacations and rather than joining them or getting together a travel group of other single people, I told myself, “Some day, when I’m in a good relationship, I’ll take trips like that, too!” And now I DO take great trips (Drew and I have traveled to China and Costa Rica together, on Friday we’re headed to Portugal and Spain for our honeymoon, and we already have exciting travel plans for next year), but why on earth did I think I had to be in a relationship to take a great vacation? Just thinking about all the solo trips — not to mention vacation flings — I missed out on makes me a little sick. I’d definitely take a do-over on this.
5. Always trust my gut.
I used to think my gut was a bully — that it simply didn’t want me to be happy. Why else would it turn on nearly every guy I brought home? Eventually, I stopped listening to it altogether. Oh, what a mistake! Dear gut, I’m sorry! I was wrong, you were right. They were jerks/liars/cheats/morons/Republicans. I’m sorry I ever doubted you and if I had the chance to do it again, I’d listen to your every utterance and take heed
~wonkY coMMa
In the six weeks or so since my wedding, I’ve had a chance to reflect on how my life has changed as a married woman. There are a few subtle differences (extra ring on my left hand, saying the phrase “my husband,” cooking with fancy pots and pans), but the truth is, life hasn’t changed much. Drew and I lived together almost two years before tying the knot, so other than opening a joint checking account to save our wedding money and deposit cash into once a month for future travels, we haven’t done much differently as husband and wife than we did as boyfriend and girlfriend. But when I think way back to my days before Drew, when I was still very much a single gal, it occurs to me that while there were certainly things I loved about my single life, if I had a chance to live those days over, there are several things I’d do differently the second time around. After the jump, the top five things I’d do if I had a “do-over” on my single life.
1. End bad/boring/unfulfilling relationships as soon as I felt bad/bored/unfulfilled.
Years later, it still boggles my mind when I think of the amount of time I spent in relationships well past their sell-by dates. Fear of loneliness, fear of hurting another’s feelings, naively thinking things would magically get better all kept me with guys who were oh-so-wrong for me. All that time I spent going nowhere with those guys, I could have spent going somewhere with those hotties I always made eyes with on the train. I could have traded in boring Saturday nights in front of the TV for nights out with friends that actually made me laugh and feel good about myself.
2. Date outside my race more.
Odd that as someone who actually prefers darker-skinned men, I dated mostly Caucasian guys when I was single. What’s that all about? I wouldn’t trade my husband for anyone in the world, but it would have been nice to learn more about other cultures and experience different relationship dynamics with guys outside my own race when I had the chance.
3. Cry less.
God, the tears I cried over dumb boys and pointless relationships — what a waste! I barely remember some of their names now, but at the time, the trauma of unrequited like—like, not even love! — was so overwhelming, so all-encompassing, I wasted weeks upon weeks in my twenties crying over boys who would prove to be barely a blip on my radar in retrospect. Every time a guy let me down, I worried I was one step closer to living my life ALONE forever, rather than seeing it as one step closer to the guy who finally WOULDN’T let me down. All that time I could have been riding my bike instead of drying my eyes — it certainly would have been a lot more fun.
4. Travel more.
My coupled friends always took the best vacations and rather than joining them or getting together a travel group of other single people, I told myself, “Some day, when I’m in a good relationship, I’ll take trips like that, too!” And now I DO take great trips (Drew and I have traveled to China and Costa Rica together, on Friday we’re headed to Portugal and Spain for our honeymoon, and we already have exciting travel plans for next year), but why on earth did I think I had to be in a relationship to take a great vacation? Just thinking about all the solo trips — not to mention vacation flings — I missed out on makes me a little sick. I’d definitely take a do-over on this.
5. Always trust my gut.
I used to think my gut was a bully — that it simply didn’t want me to be happy. Why else would it turn on nearly every guy I brought home? Eventually, I stopped listening to it altogether. Oh, what a mistake! Dear gut, I’m sorry! I was wrong, you were right. They were jerks/liars/cheats/morons/Republicans. I’m sorry I ever doubted you and if I had the chance to do it again, I’d listen to your every utterance and take heed
~wonkY coMMa
i've never missed a stranger before... like you.
(267): so then you were screaming "GIVE ME KELVINS!" and heating things up in the microwave and no one knew what you wanted
(902): Take one last look at my face, because I'm drinking it off tonight.
(773): I wonder why dictionaries dont have indexes to help find the words easier.
(812): McDonalds has hash browns for only a quarter!....how many u want?
(1-812): All of them
(773): you turned on the Care Bears movie at 5am and kept screaming "I CARE"
(850): the reason why you were crawling on your hands and knees from room to room last night was because you thought the ceiling fans were chasing you...
(1-850): that makes sense.
(902): Take one last look at my face, because I'm drinking it off tonight.
(773): I wonder why dictionaries dont have indexes to help find the words easier.
(812): McDonalds has hash browns for only a quarter!....how many u want?
(1-812): All of them
(773): you turned on the Care Bears movie at 5am and kept screaming "I CARE"
(850): the reason why you were crawling on your hands and knees from room to room last night was because you thought the ceiling fans were chasing you...
(1-850): that makes sense.
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